Feminist Pastor
Sunday, September 24, 2017
Better than Fair
A sermon on Matthew 20:1-16
In my previous call, you may know, I served as the associate pastor of a church in Manhattan, and one of the things I did in that position was overseeing the “sandwich line” ministry. Each Tuesday and Thursday, we would wheel a big cart full of food out onto the sidewalk, and we would give out fifty bag lunches to hungry people from the neighborhood. We distributed the lunches at 4pm (which doesn’t seem like quite the right time for a bag lunch, but many of our guests were eating these sandwiches for supper, or otherwise saving them for later, and many attended various kinds of day programs or got their lunch at a soup kitchen or senior center, so late afternoon was a convenient time both for our guests and for the church office). We noticed over time that people were lining up earlier and earlier, standing outside the church starting at 3:30, then three o’clock. Many of the people in line had various kinds of physical challenges, and many were elderly, and we grew increasingly uncomfortable with the fact that they were standing outside in the heat, or the cold, or the rain. And there’s the humiliation of it – the visibility of standing for an hour in a bread line on the sidewalk as people would stream past and look up and down the line, trying to figure out what all these people are lining up for. So we made a decision that we would brew a pot of coffee every Tuesday and Thursday, and put out water pitchers, and set up chairs, and let folks come wait inside for their meals. We decided, based on staff and building schedules, that we could open the doors for the sandwich line at three thirty each time.
As soon as we start letting sandwich line guests into the building at three thirty, they started lining up even earlier – standing outside the doors from two or two-thirty onwards, waiting until they could come inside. As I talked with the guests and tried to understand why they were lining up so early, I learned a couple of things. One is that I can’t control what other people do: these folks had made their own decisions about how long they were willing to stand outside waiting, and it was about one hour, and so they showed up about one hour before the doors opened, just like they had previously shown up one hour before we wheeled out the cart. That was what they wanted to do, that was what they were going to do, and there was nothing I could do about it. But the other thing I learned – or grasped in a new way – is how important it can be to people to be first in line, and hand-in-hand with that, how important fairness can be to us. People would line up outside the door, and at three thirty we would open the door and they would file downstairs to the fellowship hall, and the first person in line would take the first chair by the door, the second take the next chair, and so on all the way around the room. It was of paramount importance to them that they reproduce the order of the line exactly and precisely, although each of them would be getting an identical bag lunch.
Sometimes, as they negotiated their spots in line, I would think of the parable that Jesus told to the disciples and the crowd of listeners and followers in the Gospel reading for today. A landowner went out around six in the morning to the area where day laborers would stand and wait to see if they would be hired that day. He hired some workers, and they agreed to work in the vineyard for the usual daily wage, which was an amount called a denarius, about enough to feed a family for one day, although not especially well – this would have been enough to buy one’s “daily bread,” as the prayer says, but probably not meat. All of this would have sounded pretty familiar to Jesus’s listeners – this is how things normally worked with vineyards and laborers and landowners. But then the parable starts to take a turn: three hours later, the landowner returns to the marketplace and sees idle laborers. He sends them off to his vineyard, promising to pay “whatever is right.” Then he does it again at three, and again at five. “Why are you standing here idle?” he asks. “Because no one has hired us,” they respond. And off he sends them to the vineyard.
According to Jewish law, workers had to be paid before sundown each day, and so as evening comes, the landowner bids the manager to line the laborers up in exactly reverse order – just the opposite of the way the sandwich line guests would line up. Imagine yourself, for a moment, as one of those first laborers, at the end of a long, hot day. Sweaty, thirsty, dirty, bug-bitten. Your hands perhaps aching, perhaps a bit cut and blistered, back aching from reaching and bending and carrying. You’ve been promised a denarius, a coin that will buy enough food for your family, for the day’s work. And you’re sent to the back of the line. At the front of the line are the workers who arrived just an hour or so ago. They’ve barely broken a sweat. Ceremoniously, the manager hands each of them a denarius. Are you outraged? Perhaps a bit – they certainly didn’t earn that. But perhaps you start to feel eager anticipation. If they’re getting a denarius for their one hour of work, what will you get for your full day of hard labor? But then, as your turn comes, you also are handed a denarius. Enough to feed your family. No less, but no more.
As Jesus’ parable continues, the laborers grumble in protest: it’s not fair. And they’re right. It’s not. These ones who showed up at the end of the day, did one-twelfth the work, getting the same pay as the ones who worked the whole day, is not fair. The early workers have received what is fair, and the late workers have received what is generous. And perhaps, Jesus suggests, fairness is not as important in the Kingdom of God as it is to us in the here and now.
The guests of the sandwich line would file into the church basement, meticulously reproducing the order of the original line. Sometimes, someone would leave their chair to use the bathroom, and a newcomer would plop down in it, and there would be a small confrontation, and a negotiation, as the person returned to their seat and tried to send the newcomer to the back of the line. I’ve said that all of these people, in their meticulously formed line, were getting the exact same bag lunch, and that is true, but only sort of true. Sometimes, after we distributed one bag lunch to each person at four pm, I had a few left over and had to decide what to do with them. Sometimes, I had a few specially donated items – a congregant would drop off a bag of candies, or there would be some leftover food from an event, or in one case a nearby convenience store lost power to their freezers and gave us their entire inventory of ice cream. And in those cases, I was the landowner: I had given everyone what was fair, what they had lined up for and expected, and I had to pick a few, somehow, who would get something extra. And those days were really hard. Sometimes there would be someone with special circumstances — a pregnancy, an ailing parent at home — but usually, I’d just go back to the beginning of the line and hand out extras one by one until we ran out. But no matter what I did, it never seemed quite fair to everyone. Every day I’d make an announcement: “We start here at the beginning of the line, we go along the line until everyone has one. Then we wait a bit to see if anyone comes late. Then we give out any leftovers as seconds. Please do your best to be patient and kind to each other and the volunteers. We’re being as fair as we know how to be. Let’s just all remember that we’re doing our best.” In the here and now, usually the best we can do is to be fair, and sometimes generous. But fair doesn’t usually feel generous, and generous doesn’t usually feel fair.
Usually, interpreters say that this parable is about salvation. Biblical historians remind us of the tensions of the followers of Jesus and the early church: tensions between those who’d been there from the beginning and those who’d come late. Tensions between Jews, God’s covenant people, and Gentiles, grafted onto the tree of God’s salvation. Tensions between those who’d been trying to live righteously all their lives and those like Paul or Zaccheus who had renounced lives of zealous persecution or extortion and greed. Some of those tensions might sound familiar to us, and indeed perhaps we bristle to think that the same salvation is available to a mass murderer as to us – that at the end of the day, God’s mercy can be for literally anyone, early or late. But perhaps Jesus is not talking only about salvation. Because the people he was talking to would have known deeply, whether they themselves were day laborers or not, the anxiety of heading out for a day’s work, hoping to be able to provide daily bread. They would have known the aching back and blistered hands that merited a denarius, and the worry of finding oneself willing to work when nobody is hiring. If they were lucky, they might have known the landowner’s situation of having enough to be at least fair, and a little generous, and having to decide how to allocate. They would probably have known, and we do too, if we think about it, that when people are clustered in the marketplace or lined up on the sidewalk worrying about whether they will be able to eat that day, whether they can feed their kids that day, that is already irreparably unjust, and no daily wage can ever really make it right.
The kingdom of God is like this: more times than I can count, someone would arrive at church just after we had given out the last bag lunch, harried and desperate, having rushed just a little too late to the church to try to get something to eat that day. And almost every time, someone who had lined up outside the church at two thirty would rummage through her bags, pull out her bag lunch, and quietly hand it to the person. A different person every time. "You need it more than me," he or she would say. The kingdom of God is like this: a church basement where we all try to be at least fair, and maybe generous, in the sure and certain hope that in God’s kingdom there are no bread lines and no anxious idle workers lingering in the marketplace, and nobody has to worry about whether they will eat that day, or how to feed their children. The kingdom of God is like this: an abundance of bread and oil, milk and honey, grace and peace, whether you came early or late, did a lot or a little. The kingdom of God is not fair. It isn’t. But it might be better than fair.
Thanks be to God.
Amen.
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Drawing Near
Sermon on Luke 21:25-36
Rasputin thought it would be August 23, 2013. Isaac Newton suggested sometime in 2000. Some interpretations of the Mayan calendar led people to select December 21, 2012, while broadcaster Harold Camping staged a large publicity campaign about his chosen date of October 21, 2011, although his previous three predictions had flopped. Christians just love trying to predict the exact date of armageddon, the apocalypse, the end of the world. So far, every prediction has been wrong, but that doesn’t seem to stop people from trying.
Whipping people into an apocalyptic frenzy is big business; in the 1970s, the book The Late, Great Planet Earth garnered a great deal of attention with its comparisons between biblical descriptions of the end-times and then-current events. In the best-selling work, Lindsey concluded that the Christ would return to usher in God’s kingdom around 1988. Later, the Left Behind series imagined a world in which all the faithful Christians have been snatched up into heaven, leaving behind all of the atheists, agnostics, non-Christian religious people, and liberal Protestants like us (seriously; I wrote a paper about this in college). Seven books in the series reached number one on the New York Times bestseller list, and there have been four movies, graphic novels, video games, and more inspired by the books in the hopes of cashing in on Christians’ fascination with the apocalypse.
While this obsession with the end times may seem like a phenomenon exclusive to contemporary culture, and specifically to conservative Protestant American culture, predictions of the date of the eschaton - the end of days - are nothing new: as I prepared this sermon, I spent an hour enthralled, scrolling through a chart on Wikipedia of well over one hundred doomsday predictions, ranging from Jewish zealots’ predictions of the end of time in the late first century through scientists’ forecasting of the heat death of the universe about ten to the one-hundredth power years from now. (Merry Christmas, everyone!) It turns out that people from many eras and many faith traditions have played this game of reading sacred scriptures, watching for global events and astrological signs, and making their best guesses of when the world will end.
Most liberal Protestants, though, tend not to participate in the end-times guessing game. If anything, we find the whole thing a bit embarrassing and try not to talk about it too much. After all, Jesus did say that no one knows the day or the hour! But perhaps we’ve gone too far in our reluctance to talk about the apocalyptic passages in scripture and our theology about the last things. But today our calendar of readings guides us to consider some of Jesus’s apocalyptic words.
It seems a little odd to focus on the apocalypse on the first Sunday of Advent. During Advent, we prepare ourselves for the birth of Christ on Christmas day. However, while the secular world gears up for Christmas with an orgy of sugary treats, saccharine music, and consumerist frenzy, the church’s approach is a little bit different. During Advent, we turn our focus toward the practice of waiting in darkness for the coming of light into the world. We notice how far our world is from God’s dream for us, attend to our need for Christ, and try to practice hope, which is, according to Vaclav Havel, “definitely not the same thing as optimism. It's not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.” And as we do these things, we remember that while Christ has come into the world, his work is not complete. For two thousand years, Christians have lived in the gap between Jesus coming into the world, and the day when God’s will is done on earth as it is in heaven. And so, as we start our Advent journey toward the manger, we read these dark and difficult words from the Gospel according to Luke.
In today’s passage, Jesus has been teaching in the temple in Jerusalem, in the final days before his death. His teachings have gotten more challenging as he approaches the cross, and this passage’s ominous apocalyptic imagery is some of the most jarring of his words. “There will be signs in the sun, the moon, and the stars, and on the earth distress among nations confused by the roaring of the sea and the waves,” he says. “People will faint from fear and foreboding of what is coming upon the world, for the powers of the heavens will be shaken. Then they will see ‘the Son of Man coming in a cloud’ with power and great glory. Now when these things begin to take place, stand up and raise your heads, because your redemption is drawing near.”
We tend to hear texts about the apocalypse as dark and frightening - and there are dark and frightening words here: distress among the nations, the roaring of the seas, the heavens shaking. And it is very human to fear change, to want things to stay the way they are, to hear texts about the end and say “no, thank you, I’m very comfortable right here.” But ultimately, this is not a word of doom, but of hope: “raise your heads, because your redemption is drawing near.” As Christians, we are invited to see texts about the end of days not as a threat, but as a promise: one day, Christ will return in glory, putting an end to violence and destruction, wars and disasters. When we look at the world around us, it’s no wonder that the end-times are so often predicted: the world is already full of the pain and fear and turmoil that marks scriptural words about the apocalypse. The promise is that one day Christ will return and set it all right.
Many generations of Christians have waited for that day, though, and it has yet to come. Does this text have anything to say to us besides “keep an eye out, eventually Jesus is coming back”? Perhaps it speaks not just about the eschaton, the last things, but also about living in this everyday, in-between world. Biblical scholars such as N.T. Wright have observed that Luke’s gospel was written shortly after the destruction of the Jerusalem temple — a cataclysmic event for Jews and early Christians. Scholars have suggested that for the earliest Christians, Jesus’s descriptions of terrifying events may have spoken to this massive act of destruction by the Roman Empire, helping them to see the darkest and most terrifying events in their lives as signs of God’s presence and Christ’s imminent return.
So is this passage about the end of time, or is it about disastrous events within history? Perhaps it’s both. After the ominous and foreboding imagery of the heavens shaking and the sea roaring, Jesus tells a parable about a fig tree. ““Look at the fig tree and all the trees,” he says. “As soon as they sprout leaves you can see for yourselves and know that summer is already near. So also, when you see these things taking place, you know that the kingdom of God is near.” While the earlier teaching seems to point toward the end of time, the parable Jesus uses to explain the teaching suggests something very different. Trees, by their nature, are cyclical. One phase follows after another, over and over, year after year. And when we look at the world around us, we see that disasters and tragedies, while less predictable than fig trees, are cyclical as well. From natural disasters to wars to public health crises, disasters seem to crash over us like waves. Political assassinations, the AIDS epidemic, September 11th, the Syrian refugee crisis, and all of the others before and after and in between. Perhaps Jesus’ words are not only about the once-and-for-all end of time, but also about all those moments when it feels like everything is being torn apart, turned upside down and shaken, shattered irreparably into thousands of pieces. Perhaps that is what Jesus was suggesting with his parable of the fig tree - perhaps he is reflecting on the seemingly endless cycle of violence and destruction that make us look toward the day when God will set things right. And in the face of the world’s constant cycle of disaster and tragedy, he speaks of the big story of God’s love. “When these things begin to take place,” he says, “…your redemption is drawing near.” Jesus does not say that God brings terrifying events upon the world. Rather, Jesus promises that when things seem darkest, God will draw nearest.
A few months ago, my two-year-old Abel fell and cut his face on a piece of furniture. The cut was very deep, and very close to his eye, and we spent hours in the emergency room, where they wrapped him in sheets to immobilize his arms, held him down, and gave him dozens of shots of novocaine and several layers of stitches to close the cut. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn't much, but he had never experienced so much fear and pain in his short life. That night, he fell immediately into a deep sleep, but I lay awake, reviewing the day’s events, wracked by guilt, worrying that his tylenol would wear off and he would wake up disoriented and in pain. Over and over, I tiptoed into his room, double- and triple-checking that he was asleep. Finally, around four in the morning, I lay down beside Abel’s crib and fell asleep, knowing that I would know the moment his eyes opened. It gave me a new perspective to see my child in pain and know that I couldn’t fix it, that all I could do was hold him and stay close as he endured the pain. Maybe some of you have been through something like that with a child, or a spouse, or a friend. Perhaps that kind of love is a bit of a glimpse into God’s love for us: God cannot always protect us from pain and fear. But when we are in pain, God draws near. When we inflict violence on each other, or on ourselves, when nature turns on us, when the heavens shake and the seas roil, when there are wars and destruction, when creation cries out in fear and panic, God’s heart breaks for us, and God draws near, holds us close, and offers us comfort and strength to endure.
When refugees are fleeing from Syria and our nation is in the grips of reactionary xenophobia, God draws near. When terrorists bathe the streets of Paris and Mali in blood, God draws near. When gun violence takes life after life after life, and we are paralyzed, unsure what to do or how to change it, God draws near. When a domestic terrorist rampages through a Planned Parenthood, God draws near. When every week brings yet more stories of unarmed black men, women, and children killed by police, and stories of cover-ups, and stories of white supremacists shooting at protestors, and we cannot even remember all the names we have heard, let alone the ones who never made the news, God draws near. And in our own lives, when we face our darkest moments, when we are in the grips of grief, depression, illness, turmoil, grief and despair, God draws near.
As we begin this season of watching and waiting, we hear Jesus’ words about calamity and destruction, words that promise that we have nothing to fear, that indeed we should “stand up and raise [our] heads,” because redemption is drawing near, the reign of God is drawing near. The work that Christ began will be completed, God’s promises will be fulfilled, and God will wipe away every tear. We hear these words and we remember that one night in Bethlehem two thousand years ago, in an occupied nation, in the midst of abject poverty, under the thumb of a violent and oppressive empire, creation cried out and God drew near. God drew near, as the Word took on flesh, and dwelled among us. So no matter how dark things seem, Jesus repeats the biblical command, “Fear not!” He invites us to stand up and raise our heads, to be courageous and loving in the face of the very worst the world has to offer, and to know that, no matter what happens, God will draw near. God has drawn near. And even now, God is drawing near. Thanks be to God. Amen.
Rasputin thought it would be August 23, 2013. Isaac Newton suggested sometime in 2000. Some interpretations of the Mayan calendar led people to select December 21, 2012, while broadcaster Harold Camping staged a large publicity campaign about his chosen date of October 21, 2011, although his previous three predictions had flopped. Christians just love trying to predict the exact date of armageddon, the apocalypse, the end of the world. So far, every prediction has been wrong, but that doesn’t seem to stop people from trying.
Whipping people into an apocalyptic frenzy is big business; in the 1970s, the book The Late, Great Planet Earth garnered a great deal of attention with its comparisons between biblical descriptions of the end-times and then-current events. In the best-selling work, Lindsey concluded that the Christ would return to usher in God’s kingdom around 1988. Later, the Left Behind series imagined a world in which all the faithful Christians have been snatched up into heaven, leaving behind all of the atheists, agnostics, non-Christian religious people, and liberal Protestants like us (seriously; I wrote a paper about this in college). Seven books in the series reached number one on the New York Times bestseller list, and there have been four movies, graphic novels, video games, and more inspired by the books in the hopes of cashing in on Christians’ fascination with the apocalypse.
While this obsession with the end times may seem like a phenomenon exclusive to contemporary culture, and specifically to conservative Protestant American culture, predictions of the date of the eschaton - the end of days - are nothing new: as I prepared this sermon, I spent an hour enthralled, scrolling through a chart on Wikipedia of well over one hundred doomsday predictions, ranging from Jewish zealots’ predictions of the end of time in the late first century through scientists’ forecasting of the heat death of the universe about ten to the one-hundredth power years from now. (Merry Christmas, everyone!) It turns out that people from many eras and many faith traditions have played this game of reading sacred scriptures, watching for global events and astrological signs, and making their best guesses of when the world will end.
Most liberal Protestants, though, tend not to participate in the end-times guessing game. If anything, we find the whole thing a bit embarrassing and try not to talk about it too much. After all, Jesus did say that no one knows the day or the hour! But perhaps we’ve gone too far in our reluctance to talk about the apocalyptic passages in scripture and our theology about the last things. But today our calendar of readings guides us to consider some of Jesus’s apocalyptic words.
It seems a little odd to focus on the apocalypse on the first Sunday of Advent. During Advent, we prepare ourselves for the birth of Christ on Christmas day. However, while the secular world gears up for Christmas with an orgy of sugary treats, saccharine music, and consumerist frenzy, the church’s approach is a little bit different. During Advent, we turn our focus toward the practice of waiting in darkness for the coming of light into the world. We notice how far our world is from God’s dream for us, attend to our need for Christ, and try to practice hope, which is, according to Vaclav Havel, “definitely not the same thing as optimism. It's not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.” And as we do these things, we remember that while Christ has come into the world, his work is not complete. For two thousand years, Christians have lived in the gap between Jesus coming into the world, and the day when God’s will is done on earth as it is in heaven. And so, as we start our Advent journey toward the manger, we read these dark and difficult words from the Gospel according to Luke.
In today’s passage, Jesus has been teaching in the temple in Jerusalem, in the final days before his death. His teachings have gotten more challenging as he approaches the cross, and this passage’s ominous apocalyptic imagery is some of the most jarring of his words. “There will be signs in the sun, the moon, and the stars, and on the earth distress among nations confused by the roaring of the sea and the waves,” he says. “People will faint from fear and foreboding of what is coming upon the world, for the powers of the heavens will be shaken. Then they will see ‘the Son of Man coming in a cloud’ with power and great glory. Now when these things begin to take place, stand up and raise your heads, because your redemption is drawing near.”
We tend to hear texts about the apocalypse as dark and frightening - and there are dark and frightening words here: distress among the nations, the roaring of the seas, the heavens shaking. And it is very human to fear change, to want things to stay the way they are, to hear texts about the end and say “no, thank you, I’m very comfortable right here.” But ultimately, this is not a word of doom, but of hope: “raise your heads, because your redemption is drawing near.” As Christians, we are invited to see texts about the end of days not as a threat, but as a promise: one day, Christ will return in glory, putting an end to violence and destruction, wars and disasters. When we look at the world around us, it’s no wonder that the end-times are so often predicted: the world is already full of the pain and fear and turmoil that marks scriptural words about the apocalypse. The promise is that one day Christ will return and set it all right.
Many generations of Christians have waited for that day, though, and it has yet to come. Does this text have anything to say to us besides “keep an eye out, eventually Jesus is coming back”? Perhaps it speaks not just about the eschaton, the last things, but also about living in this everyday, in-between world. Biblical scholars such as N.T. Wright have observed that Luke’s gospel was written shortly after the destruction of the Jerusalem temple — a cataclysmic event for Jews and early Christians. Scholars have suggested that for the earliest Christians, Jesus’s descriptions of terrifying events may have spoken to this massive act of destruction by the Roman Empire, helping them to see the darkest and most terrifying events in their lives as signs of God’s presence and Christ’s imminent return.
So is this passage about the end of time, or is it about disastrous events within history? Perhaps it’s both. After the ominous and foreboding imagery of the heavens shaking and the sea roaring, Jesus tells a parable about a fig tree. ““Look at the fig tree and all the trees,” he says. “As soon as they sprout leaves you can see for yourselves and know that summer is already near. So also, when you see these things taking place, you know that the kingdom of God is near.” While the earlier teaching seems to point toward the end of time, the parable Jesus uses to explain the teaching suggests something very different. Trees, by their nature, are cyclical. One phase follows after another, over and over, year after year. And when we look at the world around us, we see that disasters and tragedies, while less predictable than fig trees, are cyclical as well. From natural disasters to wars to public health crises, disasters seem to crash over us like waves. Political assassinations, the AIDS epidemic, September 11th, the Syrian refugee crisis, and all of the others before and after and in between. Perhaps Jesus’ words are not only about the once-and-for-all end of time, but also about all those moments when it feels like everything is being torn apart, turned upside down and shaken, shattered irreparably into thousands of pieces. Perhaps that is what Jesus was suggesting with his parable of the fig tree - perhaps he is reflecting on the seemingly endless cycle of violence and destruction that make us look toward the day when God will set things right. And in the face of the world’s constant cycle of disaster and tragedy, he speaks of the big story of God’s love. “When these things begin to take place,” he says, “…your redemption is drawing near.” Jesus does not say that God brings terrifying events upon the world. Rather, Jesus promises that when things seem darkest, God will draw nearest.
A few months ago, my two-year-old Abel fell and cut his face on a piece of furniture. The cut was very deep, and very close to his eye, and we spent hours in the emergency room, where they wrapped him in sheets to immobilize his arms, held him down, and gave him dozens of shots of novocaine and several layers of stitches to close the cut. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn't much, but he had never experienced so much fear and pain in his short life. That night, he fell immediately into a deep sleep, but I lay awake, reviewing the day’s events, wracked by guilt, worrying that his tylenol would wear off and he would wake up disoriented and in pain. Over and over, I tiptoed into his room, double- and triple-checking that he was asleep. Finally, around four in the morning, I lay down beside Abel’s crib and fell asleep, knowing that I would know the moment his eyes opened. It gave me a new perspective to see my child in pain and know that I couldn’t fix it, that all I could do was hold him and stay close as he endured the pain. Maybe some of you have been through something like that with a child, or a spouse, or a friend. Perhaps that kind of love is a bit of a glimpse into God’s love for us: God cannot always protect us from pain and fear. But when we are in pain, God draws near. When we inflict violence on each other, or on ourselves, when nature turns on us, when the heavens shake and the seas roil, when there are wars and destruction, when creation cries out in fear and panic, God’s heart breaks for us, and God draws near, holds us close, and offers us comfort and strength to endure.
When refugees are fleeing from Syria and our nation is in the grips of reactionary xenophobia, God draws near. When terrorists bathe the streets of Paris and Mali in blood, God draws near. When gun violence takes life after life after life, and we are paralyzed, unsure what to do or how to change it, God draws near. When a domestic terrorist rampages through a Planned Parenthood, God draws near. When every week brings yet more stories of unarmed black men, women, and children killed by police, and stories of cover-ups, and stories of white supremacists shooting at protestors, and we cannot even remember all the names we have heard, let alone the ones who never made the news, God draws near. And in our own lives, when we face our darkest moments, when we are in the grips of grief, depression, illness, turmoil, grief and despair, God draws near.
As we begin this season of watching and waiting, we hear Jesus’ words about calamity and destruction, words that promise that we have nothing to fear, that indeed we should “stand up and raise [our] heads,” because redemption is drawing near, the reign of God is drawing near. The work that Christ began will be completed, God’s promises will be fulfilled, and God will wipe away every tear. We hear these words and we remember that one night in Bethlehem two thousand years ago, in an occupied nation, in the midst of abject poverty, under the thumb of a violent and oppressive empire, creation cried out and God drew near. God drew near, as the Word took on flesh, and dwelled among us. So no matter how dark things seem, Jesus repeats the biblical command, “Fear not!” He invites us to stand up and raise our heads, to be courageous and loving in the face of the very worst the world has to offer, and to know that, no matter what happens, God will draw near. God has drawn near. And even now, God is drawing near. Thanks be to God. Amen.
Monday, May 4, 2015
Other Sheep
A Sermon on John 10:11-18
One of the strangest things about being a minister is that I get to hear everyone’s opinions about Christianity, and I don’t even have to ask. All I have to do is walk out of the door in a clerical collar, or answer the phone at church, or hand someone a business card with “Rev.” in front of my name, or have someone say, “this is Emily, she’s a pastor,” and the floodgates open - people have all kinds of thoughts and feelings about our faith tradition, and I get to hear them all. I hear opinions about Christianity on airplanes, at cocktail parties, in waiting rooms, and around the Thanksgiving dinner table. I hear opinions that are very well-informed, and opinions that seem to be based almost entirely on Dan Brown’s thriller The Da Vinci Code. I hear opinions from Protestants and Catholics, atheists and agnostics, Muslims and neo-pagans. I hear opinions from people who are fervently devout, people who’ve never set foot in a house of worship, and everyone in between. It can be maddening sometimes, but it’s also an incredibly fascinating and moving thing to hear all the ways the Christian tradition has been transformative in people’s lives and all the ways it’s been toxic, the ways it’s healed people and the ways it’s hurt people, the ways it’s been communicated and miscommunicated to society at large.
One of the things I hear most frequently from Christians and non-Christians alike is how troubled people are by their perception of Christianity as an exclusive faith tradition. People say to me things like, “I like the things that Jesus did and taught, but I just can’t understand how Christianity could say that people are going to Hell unless they believe exactly what you believe. If you think that God is love, then how could God condemn so many people to Hell for choosing the wrong religion, or the wrong denomination, or no religion at all?”
I sometimes wish I could say, “Oh, Christians don’t believe that, you must have misunderstood. Whoever told you that must have been wrong.” But the truth is, much of Christianity has taught, and does teach, that only Christians – and only a particular kind of Christians, at that – are included in God’s love. Much of Christianity has taught, and does teach, that God’s redemption is contingent upon our orthodoxy – our believing the right theology. So when people express hurt, anger, and frustration at Christianity’s exclusivity, their impressions are based not on misinformation, but on the real teachings that are prevalent in much of the Christian faith. Fortunately, though, I get to tell them that the Christian tradition is deep and rich and multivocal. I get to tell them that there are many possible ways of thinking about those issues, and today’s Gospel reading speaks to another way of thinking about who is in and who is out.
Today, on Good Shepherd Sunday, we ponder scriptural images of God and Jesus as shepherd. We hear the familiar and reassuring words of the 23rd Psalm that speak to God’s provision for us - guiding us to nourishment in green pastures, offering us rest and peace by still waters, accompanying us through the dark and frightening places of life. We hear Jesus describing himself as the Good Shepherd - the one who knows each of us, who lays down his life for us, just as shepherds would risk their own lives to protect the flock from predators and thieves We hear of Jesus as the Good Shepherd who shields us from danger and guides us toward abundant life. Tucked away in the midst of these familiar words are some words that are a bit surprising: “I have other sheep that are not of this fold. I must bring them also, and they will listen to my voice.”
“Other sheep that are not of this fold.” Those words are full of both promise and mystery - who are these other sheep? Could it be that Jesus is suggesting that God’s flock is bigger than Christianity has often taught? As I pondered these questions, I started to wonder whether it would be typical for shepherds in this time to have “other sheep.” While I was able to learn a fair amount about shepherding practices in biblical times, I haven’t been able to find a direct answer. But everything I’ve encountered has suggested that sheep require constant care, as they were prone to wandering off, and susceptible to predators and thieves. They bonded with their shepherd, responding to his voice alone. Shepherds would typically have stayed with the flock all day long, tending to them while they grazed in pastures during the day, then herding them into an enclosure - a sheepfold - at night, and sleeping with their bodies blocking the entrance of the fold so that the sheep couldn’t wander out, or predators come in, without stepping directly over the shepherd. If all of this is true, it’s hard to imagine that it would have been a common practice for a shepherd to have multiple flocks. Watching one flock was an all-day, all-night commitment; a shepherd likely wouldn’t have had time to tend more than one flock. I think Jesus’ words about other sheep would have been a surprising and thought-provoking thing for the disciples to hear, and it should be surprising and thought-provoking for us as well.
Who are these other sheep? Christians have offered a wide variety of interpretations. Progressive Christians tend to read this verse with an eye toward non-Christians, suggesting that the “other sheep” are faithful people of other traditions: Muslims and Jews, Buddhists and Hindus, who encounter God’s truth and God’s voice in another form. (Incidentally, while this interpretation is beautiful and helpful, it is not always especially welcome in interfaith dialogue. People of other religions are often rather offended at the suggestion that they are worshiping Jesus without realizing it, just like I would be offended if someone told me I was actually worshiping Thor.) Another interpretation suggests that Jesus’ words were meant to prepare his Jewish disciples to welcome Gentiles into the early church. Yet another common interpretation of this verse encourages Christian unity, as interpreters suggest that each denomination or congregation is just one of Jesus’s flocks. This interpretation urges us to set aside our theological bickering and denominationalism and acknowledge that whether we are UCC or Catholic, Presbyterian or Pentecostal, all of us are drawn to Jesus’ flock, united across our difference by our Shepherd’s love for us, and our love for him.
I think, though, that we miss the point if we try to get too specific about the identity of these “other sheep.” Perhaps the point is not to help us discern more accurately how far God’s grace extends; perhaps Jesus is not helping us improve and refine our judgments about who is in and who is out. I think that in telling the disciples that he has “other sheep that are not of this fold,” Jesus challenges them, and us, to let go of the desire to make those determinations on God’s behalf. Jesus challenges us to encounter every neighbor, no matter how different from us, as if they might be a sheep in his flock.
For us UCCers, you would think it would be easy, wouldn’t you? From our congregation’s efforts to include those who might not normally feel welcome in church, to our denomination’s collaborative relationships across denominational lines, to our commitment to interfaith learning and dialogue, we think of ourselves as a pretty inclusive and accepting bunch. And I think we often are. Where we tend to struggle is in our attitudes toward Christians who are less inclusive than we are.
Every week I hear stories that break my heart and make me fume with rage about what others are doing in Jesus’ name. I hear stories of people who think their Christian faith means they are called to refuse service to gay customers. I hear stories of churches that object to women’s ordination; churches that not only declare that women can never be called to serve as pastors, but can never stand in a pulpit, and can never speak out loud in a church meeting that includes men. I hear stories of people who believe that the United Church of Christ is not a part of Christ’s church at all, but is part of a Satanic plot to lead believers astray. (It’s amazing what you can find on the internet.) Sometimes I want to say those people aren’t Christians – that they are not part of Jesus’ flock at all. I mean, they can’t be, can they?!
But Jesus tells us that there are other sheep in other pens, and that they are his too, and he does not tell me how to figure out who they are. There is a world of difference between saying someone isn’t a Christian and saying that your own Christian faith leads you to believe something different from them. There is a world of difference between attacking someone else’s faith and sharing your own.
Jesus tells us that there are other sheep, and he does not tell us how to recognize them. And so our challenge is to let go of our quest to determine who is counted in the flock, and who is not. Our challenge is to embrace the mystery of a God whose love and grace are far beyond what we could ever imagine – a God who loves us when we are narrow-minded and petty, when we are stubborn and selfish, when we are judgmental and exclusive, and when we are just plain wrong. The good news is that we are loved and cared for and guided by a Good Shepherd who loves us, not because of our regular church attendance, or our well-formed theology, or our acts of Christian mercy and justice. We are loved not because of what we have done or failed to do, but because Jesus is our Good Shepherd, and Jesus is God, and God is love.
Thanks be to God.
Amen.
One of the strangest things about being a minister is that I get to hear everyone’s opinions about Christianity, and I don’t even have to ask. All I have to do is walk out of the door in a clerical collar, or answer the phone at church, or hand someone a business card with “Rev.” in front of my name, or have someone say, “this is Emily, she’s a pastor,” and the floodgates open - people have all kinds of thoughts and feelings about our faith tradition, and I get to hear them all. I hear opinions about Christianity on airplanes, at cocktail parties, in waiting rooms, and around the Thanksgiving dinner table. I hear opinions that are very well-informed, and opinions that seem to be based almost entirely on Dan Brown’s thriller The Da Vinci Code. I hear opinions from Protestants and Catholics, atheists and agnostics, Muslims and neo-pagans. I hear opinions from people who are fervently devout, people who’ve never set foot in a house of worship, and everyone in between. It can be maddening sometimes, but it’s also an incredibly fascinating and moving thing to hear all the ways the Christian tradition has been transformative in people’s lives and all the ways it’s been toxic, the ways it’s healed people and the ways it’s hurt people, the ways it’s been communicated and miscommunicated to society at large.
One of the things I hear most frequently from Christians and non-Christians alike is how troubled people are by their perception of Christianity as an exclusive faith tradition. People say to me things like, “I like the things that Jesus did and taught, but I just can’t understand how Christianity could say that people are going to Hell unless they believe exactly what you believe. If you think that God is love, then how could God condemn so many people to Hell for choosing the wrong religion, or the wrong denomination, or no religion at all?”
I sometimes wish I could say, “Oh, Christians don’t believe that, you must have misunderstood. Whoever told you that must have been wrong.” But the truth is, much of Christianity has taught, and does teach, that only Christians – and only a particular kind of Christians, at that – are included in God’s love. Much of Christianity has taught, and does teach, that God’s redemption is contingent upon our orthodoxy – our believing the right theology. So when people express hurt, anger, and frustration at Christianity’s exclusivity, their impressions are based not on misinformation, but on the real teachings that are prevalent in much of the Christian faith. Fortunately, though, I get to tell them that the Christian tradition is deep and rich and multivocal. I get to tell them that there are many possible ways of thinking about those issues, and today’s Gospel reading speaks to another way of thinking about who is in and who is out.
Today, on Good Shepherd Sunday, we ponder scriptural images of God and Jesus as shepherd. We hear the familiar and reassuring words of the 23rd Psalm that speak to God’s provision for us - guiding us to nourishment in green pastures, offering us rest and peace by still waters, accompanying us through the dark and frightening places of life. We hear Jesus describing himself as the Good Shepherd - the one who knows each of us, who lays down his life for us, just as shepherds would risk their own lives to protect the flock from predators and thieves We hear of Jesus as the Good Shepherd who shields us from danger and guides us toward abundant life. Tucked away in the midst of these familiar words are some words that are a bit surprising: “I have other sheep that are not of this fold. I must bring them also, and they will listen to my voice.”
“Other sheep that are not of this fold.” Those words are full of both promise and mystery - who are these other sheep? Could it be that Jesus is suggesting that God’s flock is bigger than Christianity has often taught? As I pondered these questions, I started to wonder whether it would be typical for shepherds in this time to have “other sheep.” While I was able to learn a fair amount about shepherding practices in biblical times, I haven’t been able to find a direct answer. But everything I’ve encountered has suggested that sheep require constant care, as they were prone to wandering off, and susceptible to predators and thieves. They bonded with their shepherd, responding to his voice alone. Shepherds would typically have stayed with the flock all day long, tending to them while they grazed in pastures during the day, then herding them into an enclosure - a sheepfold - at night, and sleeping with their bodies blocking the entrance of the fold so that the sheep couldn’t wander out, or predators come in, without stepping directly over the shepherd. If all of this is true, it’s hard to imagine that it would have been a common practice for a shepherd to have multiple flocks. Watching one flock was an all-day, all-night commitment; a shepherd likely wouldn’t have had time to tend more than one flock. I think Jesus’ words about other sheep would have been a surprising and thought-provoking thing for the disciples to hear, and it should be surprising and thought-provoking for us as well.
Who are these other sheep? Christians have offered a wide variety of interpretations. Progressive Christians tend to read this verse with an eye toward non-Christians, suggesting that the “other sheep” are faithful people of other traditions: Muslims and Jews, Buddhists and Hindus, who encounter God’s truth and God’s voice in another form. (Incidentally, while this interpretation is beautiful and helpful, it is not always especially welcome in interfaith dialogue. People of other religions are often rather offended at the suggestion that they are worshiping Jesus without realizing it, just like I would be offended if someone told me I was actually worshiping Thor.) Another interpretation suggests that Jesus’ words were meant to prepare his Jewish disciples to welcome Gentiles into the early church. Yet another common interpretation of this verse encourages Christian unity, as interpreters suggest that each denomination or congregation is just one of Jesus’s flocks. This interpretation urges us to set aside our theological bickering and denominationalism and acknowledge that whether we are UCC or Catholic, Presbyterian or Pentecostal, all of us are drawn to Jesus’ flock, united across our difference by our Shepherd’s love for us, and our love for him.
I think, though, that we miss the point if we try to get too specific about the identity of these “other sheep.” Perhaps the point is not to help us discern more accurately how far God’s grace extends; perhaps Jesus is not helping us improve and refine our judgments about who is in and who is out. I think that in telling the disciples that he has “other sheep that are not of this fold,” Jesus challenges them, and us, to let go of the desire to make those determinations on God’s behalf. Jesus challenges us to encounter every neighbor, no matter how different from us, as if they might be a sheep in his flock.
For us UCCers, you would think it would be easy, wouldn’t you? From our congregation’s efforts to include those who might not normally feel welcome in church, to our denomination’s collaborative relationships across denominational lines, to our commitment to interfaith learning and dialogue, we think of ourselves as a pretty inclusive and accepting bunch. And I think we often are. Where we tend to struggle is in our attitudes toward Christians who are less inclusive than we are.
Every week I hear stories that break my heart and make me fume with rage about what others are doing in Jesus’ name. I hear stories of people who think their Christian faith means they are called to refuse service to gay customers. I hear stories of churches that object to women’s ordination; churches that not only declare that women can never be called to serve as pastors, but can never stand in a pulpit, and can never speak out loud in a church meeting that includes men. I hear stories of people who believe that the United Church of Christ is not a part of Christ’s church at all, but is part of a Satanic plot to lead believers astray. (It’s amazing what you can find on the internet.) Sometimes I want to say those people aren’t Christians – that they are not part of Jesus’ flock at all. I mean, they can’t be, can they?!
But Jesus tells us that there are other sheep in other pens, and that they are his too, and he does not tell me how to figure out who they are. There is a world of difference between saying someone isn’t a Christian and saying that your own Christian faith leads you to believe something different from them. There is a world of difference between attacking someone else’s faith and sharing your own.
Jesus tells us that there are other sheep, and he does not tell us how to recognize them. And so our challenge is to let go of our quest to determine who is counted in the flock, and who is not. Our challenge is to embrace the mystery of a God whose love and grace are far beyond what we could ever imagine – a God who loves us when we are narrow-minded and petty, when we are stubborn and selfish, when we are judgmental and exclusive, and when we are just plain wrong. The good news is that we are loved and cared for and guided by a Good Shepherd who loves us, not because of our regular church attendance, or our well-formed theology, or our acts of Christian mercy and justice. We are loved not because of what we have done or failed to do, but because Jesus is our Good Shepherd, and Jesus is God, and God is love.
Thanks be to God.
Amen.
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
Fishing for People
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“Come with me and I will make you fish for people,” Jesus says. What does that mean? He’s certainly not talking about that silly dance move that people do at weddings, where you pretend to “hook” and “reel in” another dancer. He’s talking about what the church has come to call evangelism: telling people about God and about Jesus, hoping to “catch” them into Christianity in general, or your own church in particular. Is he talking only to those first disciples, or is he talking to us as well? Is he asking us to fish for people, to practice evangelism?
When I think about evangelism, I sometimes remember a project I did in college. For a class on religion and media, I spent hours watching conservative and fundamentalist Christian television shows, analyzing their theology and the ways they used the medium of television. One of the shows I watched was sort of a “how to” for conservative Christians, providing step-by-step instructions in converting strangers to their particular strain of Christianity, paired with videos of the host converting passersby on the street. The secret to effective evangelism, this show claimed, was to make people feel really, really bad about themselves, and to make them feel very, very frightened. You were supposed to ask people about various sins they might have committed, and read them bible verses showing that these were sins. Then, you should ask them whether God was fair, and whether it would be fair for people to be punished for their sins, and they were supposed to say yes. You were supposed to tell them about hell, and the terrible torments that awaited there. You were supposed to make them feel as bad and as frightened as possible about the depth of their sins and the horrible punishment that awaited them. Then you were supposed to tell them that Jesus had already taken the punishment for their sins, and all they had to do was accept Jesus and they could be saved.
Is it any wonder that many progressive Christians think of “evangelism” as a dirty word? In many churches, we are frightened to even mention the word “evangelism” because it reminds us of pushy and pious fundamentalists, judging and condemning those outside their particular sect.
I have good news for you, though: that is not the only way to do evangelism. In fact, I don’t think that’s a good way to practice evangelism at all. It certainly isn’t like the kind of evangelism we see in our gospel reading today! Our Gospel lesson today picks up after Jesus has been baptized and has gone into the wilderness to be tempted and to prepare for ministry. Now, he returns from the wilderness and finds that John, his cousin who baptized him, has been arrested. He begins to preach that the kingdom of God has come near, and to invite people to repent and believe in the good news. What he is doing is “evangelizing” – literally, in the Greek, “evangel” means “good news,” and in this passage the word appears twice. Do you hear how different Jesus’ actions are from what that television show did? He begins with the good news of what God is doing – he opens with hope, with possibility, with promise. He doesn’t start by making people feel frightened and ashamed and guilty. He shares promise and hope, and then he invites repentance, invites people to turn away from whatever in them is harmful and hurtful, selfish and small-minded, and invites them to walk in a new direction.
Jesus’ evangelism then takes a more direct turn, as he starts to call disciples. Walking along the shore of the large lake that is known as the Sea of Galilee, Jesus comes upon two brothers, Simon and Andrew, and he says “Follow me and I will make you fish for people.” In the Greek, what Jesus actually says there is “I will make you become fishermen of humans” – it isn’t about what they will do (“I will force you to fish for people”), but about what they will be (“I will cause you to become fishers of people”). It sounds like a very odd sort of command, but Simon and Andrew can tell there is something special about this man, because they follow him, leaving their nets behind. A little farther along, Jesus sees two more brothers, James and John, mending nets, and he calls them as well. Leaving their father behind, the two of them follow him without hesitation.
We have in this gospel reading three little scenes of what the modern-day church calls evangelism. First, we see Jesus preaching – sharing the good news with anyone who will listen. Then we see him inviting Simon and Andrew to be disciples: “Follow me and I will make you fishers of people,” and then again inviting James and John.
What he does here is not much like that evangelism I described earlier, is it? There’s no guilt, no threats, no terror. But there is this commandment: follow me, and I will make you fishers of people.
I think a lot of us are here because we have decided to answer Jesus’ call to follow him, and here we hear him telling those of us who would be disciples that we are to become fishers of people. What would that look like? What would it mean?
I think that as we see Jesus sharing the good news and calling the disciples, we start to see a little bit about what it means for us to do the same. First of all, the good news is supposed to be just that – good news. There are a lot of people out there preaching bad news, friends. There are people on the subway shouting about eternal damnation. There are voices on the television trying to convince us all that we won’t be good enough unless we get thinner and richer, with smoother skin and a newer phone. There are people telling LGBT people that they are unlovable as they are, telling undocumented immigrants that they are worthless, telling people that they are destined for eternal torment unless they conform to one specific and very narrow version of religion. Evangelism is supposed to be good news: the good news that you are good and beautiful, created in the image of God. The good news that you are loved, just as you are. The good news that you are invited to be part of a new and wonderful thing that God is doing.
Another thing about evangelism: Jesus calls the disciples with this promise: I will make you become fishers of people. Jesus doesn’t tell them that they need to be architects, or rabbis, or midwives. They are fishermen, and fishermen is what they will be – but what kind of fishermen they are will change. Jesus invites us to use what we already are in the service of sharing the good news of God’s love. Whether you are an extrovert or an introvert, a poet or a mathematician, a gentle soul or a firebrand, God has made you who you are, and you don’t need to change into some other kind of person in order to follow Jesus, or to share the good news about Jesus. Jesus tells the fishermen, as they become disciples, that they will become fishers of people – that their identities and gifts are good enough for God, and don’t need to change in order to participate in God’s kingdom. We are invited to share the good news in ways that feel true to ourselves, in ways that use the gifts we have.
But we are not called to remain exactly as we are. Following Jesus will change the disciples, and it will change us. This change is not like a New Year’s resolution; it doesn’t come through diligence and perseverance and hard work – as lovely as those things are. This change comes through the transformative power of the Holy Spirit. The life of faith starts with a single decision, a single tentative step. And as step builds upon step, we are astonished to find that we have been changed – we look into our own hearts one day and find that an old grudge has been replaced by forgiveness. We find an old fear replaced by a new trust. We find an old prejudice replaced by a new acceptance. We find that we have been changed, equipped with our own story of what God’s love has done in our own lives and communities, and can do in others lives.
So what is evangelism? Does it mean standing out on the street, telling strangers that they are sinners doomed to hell? I think not. Not if we’re going to do it Jesus’ way.
Saint Francis is quoted as saying, “Preach the Gospel at all times. If necessary, use words.” That is to say that words are only one way that we can show God’s love, and the good news about Jesus. We can speak powerfully of God’s love through our actions, through how we live in the world. We can show people what a blessing it is to follow Jesus by following Jesus ourselves. And perhaps, sometimes, we will find it necessary to use words.
There was a viral video on the internet a few months ago. Lea Delaria, one of the stars of the television show Orange is the New Black, happened to be riding a subway car when a hellfire-and-damnation preacher got on the train. Delaria self-identifies as a butch lesbian, and is a vocal advocate for LGBTQ issues. When she objected to this man’s subway preaching, he began to shout about Sodom and Gomorrah and eventually used a homophobic slur. Delaria’s surprising reaction was to quote the words of Jesus. “Read your Bible,” she shouts over the preacher, “and you’ll learn that this man is not doing anything that Jesus asked him to do.” She goes on to say, “Jesus said, ‘pay no attention to the men who make a show of their religion, because they do it for themselves and not for God.’” “That’s a direct quote from Jesus in the Sermon on the Mount,” she notes. I do not know what Delaria’s faith identity is. Perhaps she sees herself as a follower of Jesus, perhaps she doesn’t. Regardless, I see that as a moment of evangelism. She responds to religious hatred by sharing the words of Jesus, inviting people to read the Bible for themselves, and declaring that hatred and exclusion are not Christian values. What else can I call that but evangelism - telling the good news about Jesus?
Jesus calls us to be fishers of people – to follow him, and to invite others to follow him as well. But he calls us each to do that in a way is natural to us, a way that flows from who God made us to be. For some of us, that might be talking with strangers about our faith; for some of us, maybe not. For some, it might be inviting a friend to church; for others, maybe not. For some of us, it might be through art. For some of us, it might be through social media. And for some of us, evangelism might be quieter and more subtle, as we lead by example, quietly and persistently following in Jesus’ way of love, grace, and forgiveness.
The good news, friends, is that God loves each and every one of us created and beautiful people. God loves those of us who evangelize with words, and those who evangelize without words, and those who can’t even fathom using the word evangelism. God is transforming each of us, day by day, into fishers of people. And that news is too good for us to keep to ourselves.
Thanks be to God. Amen.
Thursday, December 4, 2014
God Is Coming
A Sermon on Mark 13:24-37
Outside the church doors, the Christmas season is at hand. Twinkling lights decorate street corners and shop windows. Christmas songs play on radio stations. Television commercials count down the shopping days. Santa has arrived at Macy’s. Even our Starbucks cups have turned a jolly red. Inside these church walls, though, we are not in the Christmas season yet.
Instead, we are in the Advent season – a time of watching and waiting, hoping and longing, preparing our hearts and minds for the birth of Christ. Inside these walls, we will not tell the Christmas story or sing carols of Jesus’ birth until our Christmas Eve services. Inside these walls, we observe a time of stillness and silence, following the ancient tradition of the church that teaches that waiting expectantly in the darkness prepares us to rejoice at the coming of God’s light into the world.
Perhaps, like me, you live with a foot in both of those worlds. Perhaps, like me, your moments of meditation on hope and peace, your moments of holy anticipation, are mixed and mingled with the chaos of getting Christmas cards out and Christmas cookies made. Perhaps, like me, you seldom experience darkness without the glow of an electronic screen. We live with a foot in each world; one foot stands in the frenzied, commercialized, materialistic Christmas of the secular world. The other foot stands in the lovely, but perhaps idealistic, church world with its call to slow down, wait, and watch in the darkness.
Outside the church doors, the Christmas season is at hand. Twinkling lights decorate street corners and shop windows. Christmas songs play on radio stations. Television commercials count down the shopping days. Santa has arrived at Macy’s. Even our Starbucks cups have turned a jolly red. Inside these church walls, though, we are not in the Christmas season yet.
Instead, we are in the Advent season – a time of watching and waiting, hoping and longing, preparing our hearts and minds for the birth of Christ. Inside these walls, we will not tell the Christmas story or sing carols of Jesus’ birth until our Christmas Eve services. Inside these walls, we observe a time of stillness and silence, following the ancient tradition of the church that teaches that waiting expectantly in the darkness prepares us to rejoice at the coming of God’s light into the world.
Perhaps, like me, you live with a foot in both of those worlds. Perhaps, like me, your moments of meditation on hope and peace, your moments of holy anticipation, are mixed and mingled with the chaos of getting Christmas cards out and Christmas cookies made. Perhaps, like me, you seldom experience darkness without the glow of an electronic screen. We live with a foot in each world; one foot stands in the frenzied, commercialized, materialistic Christmas of the secular world. The other foot stands in the lovely, but perhaps idealistic, church world with its call to slow down, wait, and watch in the darkness.
Monday, September 15, 2014
Forgiving and Forgetting
A sermon on Matthew 18:21-35
The scripture reading for today reminded me of an episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation, a rather nerdy sci-fi show which I watched regularly throughout my childhood.
Monday, August 4, 2014
Wrestling with God
A Sermon on Genesis 32:22-31
I do not like to watch people fight on television. I do not like wrestling, I do not like boxing, and to be perfectly honest, I routinely mix up wrestling and boxing, which horrifies my husband. I am told they are entirely different sports, but I can’t stand watching either one long enough to learn the difference. Recently, despite my distaste for televised fights, I’ve been hearing a lot recently about yet a third kind of fighting, MMA, or mixed martial arts. Apparently, there is an MMA competition coming up where amateurs can compete to win a big pot of cash.
A man I know from my neighborhood who sometimes attends my church’s sandwich line is certain that that prize has his name on it. He’s been telling me for the last couple of weeks about his training regimen, his potential competitors, the friends who are coaching him. He’s told me how many push-ups and pull-ups he can do and described MMA techniques in exhaustive detail.
Finally, a few days ago, I couldn’t take it anymore. As he continued to wax poetic about roundhouse kicks and chokeholds, I told him that I thought it was a sin and a shame that people relax by watching other humans do violence to one another on television. I told him that I hoped things worked out, and I wanted the best for him, but that the world has too much senseless violence already, without people hitting each other for money and other people watching for fun. I got on my high horse, and I declared the whole endeavor ungodly and evil.
And then I read the scripture for today. It would appear that my personal distaste for wrestling is not actually reflected in all of Christian scripture and theology.
Whoops.
I do not like to watch people fight on television. I do not like wrestling, I do not like boxing, and to be perfectly honest, I routinely mix up wrestling and boxing, which horrifies my husband. I am told they are entirely different sports, but I can’t stand watching either one long enough to learn the difference. Recently, despite my distaste for televised fights, I’ve been hearing a lot recently about yet a third kind of fighting, MMA, or mixed martial arts. Apparently, there is an MMA competition coming up where amateurs can compete to win a big pot of cash.
A man I know from my neighborhood who sometimes attends my church’s sandwich line is certain that that prize has his name on it. He’s been telling me for the last couple of weeks about his training regimen, his potential competitors, the friends who are coaching him. He’s told me how many push-ups and pull-ups he can do and described MMA techniques in exhaustive detail.
Finally, a few days ago, I couldn’t take it anymore. As he continued to wax poetic about roundhouse kicks and chokeholds, I told him that I thought it was a sin and a shame that people relax by watching other humans do violence to one another on television. I told him that I hoped things worked out, and I wanted the best for him, but that the world has too much senseless violence already, without people hitting each other for money and other people watching for fun. I got on my high horse, and I declared the whole endeavor ungodly and evil.
And then I read the scripture for today. It would appear that my personal distaste for wrestling is not actually reflected in all of Christian scripture and theology.
Whoops.
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