If You Say So

Luke 5:1-11

February 10, 2019

            The only time I ever think to watch the game show, Jeopardy, is with my parents. That’s one of the things we do when I visit. We sit in the afternoon and watch Jeopardy together. This is not a forced activity; I like to watch it with them. I suspect that I probably annoy them some, because I have a tendency to call out the answer to a clue if I know it. But I always forget to put it in the form of a question. What fascinates me about the game is when they get to Final Jeopardy, which if you have ever watched the game show, it comes at the very end; obviously. There is a final clue given, and the show goes to a commercial break. When they return from break, each contestant has made a wager and written down their answer. The wagers can be anything from 0 dollars to the total amount of their winnings. If a contestant thinks he or she has the right answer, maybe they’ll wager everything they’ve earned. But if a player isn’t so sure, maybe they wager a smaller amount, hedging their bets, literally, so they don’t potentially lose everything.

            As silly as it sounds, Final Jeopardy always puts me on the edge of my seat. Will the current champion know the right answer and bet enough to win? Or will another player make a surprise comeback by risking everything and then winning everything? Sometimes there are spectacular wins, but there are also even more spectacular losses.

            If we were to put this story from Luke’s gospel into a Jeopardy game, what would it look like?

            Perhaps Jesus would offer this clue: Eternal life with God and the greatest glory in heaven and earth comes from doing this?

            Simon: What is following you on the path of discipleship!

            Ding! Ding! Ding! You have won it all Simon Peter! And the crowds on the shore go wild!

Except for that’s not what happens, is it? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to trivialize this story in any way. But the decision of the disciples to leave everything and follow Jesus would make more sense in worldly terms if Jesus had made a grand, extravagant promise of glory and eternal life. He does promise them good things with God at other times, but not in this initial call, not at this particular time. No, what Jesus said to these fishermen is this:

            “Do not be afraid; from now on you will be catching people.”

            And how do they respond?

            “When they had brought their boats to shore, they left everything and followed him.”

            If this were a game of Jeopardy, these fishermen would have wagered everything they had on following a man with no immediate promise of reward. So why do they do it? Isn’t that the ongoing question of this story? Why do these fishermen leave their catch, leave their business, leave their families, leave everything they knew and understood and follow Jesus – a preacher and teacher who came from as humble of circumstances as they did?

            In some ways it might be easier to answer this question based on Luke’s account than on the other gospels. In the other gospel accounts, I’m thinking of Mark specifically, we are unaware of the fishermen having any knowledge of Jesus before he walked by them and issued his call. But in Luke, we do know that they’ve encountered him before. At least Simon Peter has. In verses that we don’t read in chapter 4, Jesus healed Simon’s mother-in-law of a fever. Plus, this whole story begins with Jesus preaching to crowds so great that they were pressing in on him. Perhaps he felt that he might even be pushed into the sea. So, Jesus climbs into their boats, which were moored there at the shore and asks Simon to row him out away. There, from that boat, he continues to preach.

            What Luke tells us is that Simon and his partners had been out all night fishing, but with no luck, no catch. No catch meant no profits for that day. No catch most likely meant their stomachs would stay empty.

            The fishermen must have been tired and discouraged. They were cleaning up their boats and their nets, and probably making ready to head home until it was time to fish again. One commentator wrote that Jesus was probably a bit of a nuisance, climbing into their boat uninvited and asking them to row him out into the water. But Simon was gracious. He did what Jesus asked.

            Once the sermon was over, he asked Simon to row him out into deeper water and put out his nets. In Simon’s mind, he knew he had reached his limit and was ready to give up. He said as much to Jesus.

            “Master, we have worked all night long but have caught nothing. Yet if you say so, I will let down the nets.”

            If you say so…Simon had witnessed Jesus’ power to heal. He and his partners heard the words Jesus spoke to the crowds, and they saw the size of the crowds he was speaking to.

            Simon must have understood, even just a little bit, that Jesus was someone special, someone to be listened to. So although he was reluctant, he said, “if you say so,” then he did what Jesus asked.

            Whatever doubts Simon had about this last attempt at catching some fish soon vanished. There were so many fish in the nets that they started to break. There were so many fish in the nets that the partners in the other boat had to be called to help. There were so many fish in the nets that the boats were weighed down almost to sinking.

            Simon knew that Jesus was someone special, but when that extraordinary, miraculous catch of fish happened, Simon saw Jesus not just as a preacher or a teacher or a healer, but as divine. He may not have understood what that meant yet, but I do believe that he saw the divine in Jesus.

            I think that is what his confession is all about.

            “Go away from me, Lord, for I am a sinful man!”

            It seems to me that this was not so much a confession of sin, but as a recognition by someone who has seen the sacred and the holy and realizes how unsacred and unholy he is by contrast.

            There are many times when Jesus would pardon someone of their sins. But that is not what Jesus did in response to Simon’s confession. Jesus did not say, “Go, your sins are forgiven.”

            Jesus said, “Do not be afraid.”

            Jesus said to these fishermen-soon-to-be-disciples the same thing that the angels said to the shepherds; the same thing Gabriel said to Mary.

            “Do not be afraid”

            And with those words, Simon Peter and the others left their catch of fish on the shore and followed. They wagered everything they had and they followed, not knowing if their bet would be fulfilled, but they followed anyway.

            Do not be afraid is our promise as well. It is our assurance. Because we are called to follow just as those fishermen were. We are called to go to the unknown, to cast our nets into the deep waters, waters where we cannot see the bottom. We are called to go on faith and trust, knowing nothing for certain, but believing with our whole hearts. We are called to follow, and although some may not think that the words, “do not be afraid,” are much to go on, we believe and we trust that these four words represent a greater promise, a larger life and the truest love.

            Do not be afraid. If you say so, Lord. If you say so.

            Thanks be to God. Amen.

Gracious Words?

Luke 4:21-30

February 3, 2019

            At only 11, Akeelah is carrying the weight of the world on her young shoulders. At least that is how it feels. Perhaps it’s not the weight of the world per se, but it is the weight, the burden even, of other’s expectations, desires, hopes and dreams.

            Akeelah is the lead character in the movie Akeelah and the Bee. It is one of those moves that makes you think and makes you feel and makes you glad to be alive. Akeelah is a spelling phenom from what would seem to be a stereotypical urban, predominantly black neighborhood in Los Angeles.

            Her middle school has never held a spelling bee before, but to do so would put them in the running for regionals, state and eventually the national spelling bee. It would bring much needed attention to her school district, where even the stalls of the girls’ bathrooms did not have doors. Just as sports brings money into schools, a spelling has the same potential.

            As I said, you know from the outset that Akeelah is a spelling phenom. She loves the game Scrabble, and she loves words and language. It is a love that her late father instilled in her. But she is an underachiever at school. She is bullied. She tries to hide her intelligence because it makes her stand out too much. It makes her a target for others’ anger and jealousy. But as Akeelah begins to advance in the spelling bees, and as she is preparing to go to the nationals, her classmates, her neighborhood, her family and friends all rally around her. They want her to win. People from all over help her study and memorize words. They are interviewed on human interest stories saying that they want her to win because it would be good for all of them. It would be good for their neighborhood to have a hometown girl go to the bee and win.

           Akeelah feels their love and support, but she also feels the pressure. She feels the intense weight of their expectations. And for a moment she falters. She is terrified to let anyone down. She even considers dropping out because she is so afraid of failing. She realizes that she would not just fail herself; she would fail everyone rooting for her.

            I won’t tell you the rest of the story. But if you have not seen this movie, I highly recommend that you do so. But it is a study in contrasts that while Akeelah fears failing the people of her neighborhood, in effect her hometown, Jesus had no such fear. He was not afraid of disappointing or displeasing or angering the people he grew up with. That seems apparent in our passage from Luke’s gospel today.

            I have always read this last part of the story, which began last week, through the lens that the people of Nazareth, the people who thought they knew Jesus best, just could not accept that he was who he said he was. I think that may be true in the other gospel accounts, but as I really studied what is happening here, I’m not so sure that’s the case in Luke’s telling. It seems to me that the people were initially just fine with Jesus. They were pleased and accepting, and even proud of Jesus.

            Verse 22 states it outright.

            “All spoke well of him and were amazed at the gracious words that came from his mouth. They said, ‘Is not this Joseph’s son?”

            I think in the past I have heard a sneering tone in their exclamation about him being Joseph’s son.

            “Isn’t that Joseph’s kid, you know the carpenter from down the block? He’s gotten a little bit big for his britches, hasn’t he?”

            But I think I’ve been wrong. I don’t think that was their tone. I do believe they were amazed and pleased and proud of him. It would seem that the trouble was not so much in what the people were thinking, but what in what Jesus was saying.

            “Doubtless, you will quote to me this proverb, ‘Doctor, cure yourself!’ And you will say, ‘Do here also in your hometown the things you did at Capernaum.’ And he said, ‘Truly I tell you, no prophet is accepted in the prophet’s hometown. But the truth is, there were many widows in Israel in the time of Elijah, when the heaven was shut up three years and six months, and there was a severe famine over all the land; yet Elijah was sent to none of them except to a widow at Zarephath in Sidon. There were also many lepers in Israel at the time of the prophet Elisha, and none of them was cleansed except Naaman the Syrian.”

            Is it just me or was Jesus being the aggressor? The people were amazed at his gracious words. But once Jesus pushed back at them, they were ready to throw him off a cliff. Literally. They took him to the edge of the cliff, and wanted to throw him off. But he passed through their midst and went on his way.

            So what changed? What changed between his sermon and his remarks at coffee hour? Part of me wishes that he would have done what other preachers have done; thanked everyone, then left to go get lunch. That would have saved him a whole lot of trouble. But Jesus did not avoid trouble, and it would seem that in this instance, he was determined to create trouble.

            But was that what he was doing? Was he creating trouble for trouble’s sake? Or was he pushing these folks – maybe some who had indeed known him since he was a small boy, had tousled his hair or told him to stop running or picked him up and brought him to his mother when he fell and scraped his knee – maybe Jesus was pushing them not to cause trouble, but to make them aware of their own hypocrisy. Maybe Jesus wanted them to understand that he had come not for the people who thought they were God’s own, but for the people who did not.

            Think about the two stories he quoted. There were plenty of widows in Israel who needed Elijah, but Elijah went to a widow who was an outsider. There were plenty of lepers in Israel who needed healing, but Elisha was sent to heal Naaman, a Syrian, an outsider.

            Jesus was proclaiming in the verses he quoted from Isaiah; that the good news was about good news to the poor, release to the captives, sight to the blind and letting the oppressed go free. That was good news indeed, but it was good news that was not only for the people who thought it should be for them. It was for the voiceless and the friendless and the powerless and the marginalized. And it wasn’t just for the outsiders, the others also; it was for them first. It was for the outsider and the stranger. And I think that is what set off the people of Jesus’ hometown. They would get no favors from their hometown boy. They would receive no special status because of him. He was not there for them first and only. He was there for the others.

            And he was not afraid to tell them this either.

            It was an uncomfortable truth. It was gracious words with a question mark instead of an exclamation point. It was something that perhaps they knew, but did not want to acknowledge. It was good news that seemed more like bad news.

            But here’s the thing; the gospel is good news that may also seem like bad news to us as well. The gospel calls our assumptions about who we are and where we stand with God into question. It calls our presumptions into sharp relief. The gospel may seem very much like gracious words with a question mark. The gospel makes us uncomfortable because it pushes us to see beyond ourselves, to see beyond what we think we know or understand about God, about Jesus, and about the people Jesus came to stand with and eat with and be with.

            These are gracious words, but they have a bite to them and a sting. They call us to look at ourselves and our motivations and take stock of our lives. But whether it seems like it or not, that is good news. Those are gracious words. And thanks be to God for them. Amen.

Anointed

Luke 4:14-21

January 27, 2019

            The first time I was ever asked to preach was when I was in seminary. That may sound like an obvious time and place to be asked to preach for the first time, but many of my classmates and friends had preached before they ever came to seminary. For some it was the act of preaching that opened them up to the possibility of being called into the ministry. But that was not my story.

            I was walking across campus, moving from one class to another, talking with a friend of mine. I spotted my home church pastor also walking across campus and called hello to him. Home church has a different meaning for me than some. I consider my home church to be the church I joined in Richmond, Virginia when I was an adult. I grew up in another denomination, and I would describe that church as the church I grew up in. But I don’t think of it as my “home church.” Since I was in seminary in Richmond and my home church was in Richmond, it was not unusual that I would see my pastor.

            We stopped and talked for a few minutes. Then he asked me if I would be back in Richmond for the Sunday after Christmas. I told him, “yes.” And then he asked me the big question…will you preach for me on that Sunday?

            Will I?!!! You bet I’ll preach for you!

            It was only after we parted company, and I got back to my apartment later that day, that the reality of what I had just agreed to hit me. I am going to preach. I am going to preach the Sunday after Christmas. I am going to preach in my home church the Sunday after Christmas.

            I was both excited and terrified. A friend and I sat and read through the lectionary texts for that day, so I could consider what text I might choose. My dad kept calling me with suggestions for texts. His choice was that I should preach the resurrection story from John’s gospel, focusing on Mary proclaiming that she had seen the Lord. Then I could also proclaim that more women were needed and necessary to proclaim God’s good news to the world. I told him that while I appreciated his advice, that wasn’t particularly helpful for my first sermon. Although now, I kind of wish I had preached that.

            I spent most of my time at home studying and reading and trying to think about what I would write. Finally, a few days before I left I wrote out the sermon. It was still a rough draft, but I thought I pretty much had it down. My father read it and got choked up. My mother read it and outright cried. Oh and just as an aside, in the midst of all of this, I had been in a terrible car accident a few days before Christmas. My mother’s car was totaled. I had been taken to the hospital in an ambulance. I hurt my knee, but I was fine. Yet I suspect my parents were emotional not just for the sermon, but also because I was alive to write it.

            Finally, I got back to Richmond. It was the Sunday after Christmas. I was dressed professionally in a new skirt and blouse. I stood in the pulpit and read the lesson I had chosen from the gospel of Luke. Then I began to preach. I was so nervous, I just kept my head down at first, afraid to look up at the congregation. My hands were flat against the pulpit, pushing the pages of my sermon down as if I were afraid they would suddenly fly away. But by about the second page, I had started to warm to all of this a little. I got a little more relaxed. I was making more eye contact. I was even ready to use my hands, make some gestures, become more animated. So I raised my right hand to make a point, and as my hand lifted up from the pulpit so did the page from my sermon that it was resting on. My hands were so sweaty from nerves, that the page was stuck to my hand. I quickly batted it back down to the pulpit, and carried on.

            That was my first sermon. And the sermon we read in Luke’s gospel was Jesus’first. It actually may not have been Jesus’ first sermon. But it was his first public act of ministry, and it took place in the synagogue where he grew up, in his hometown of Nazareth. Matthew, Mark and Luke all record this story of Jesus preaching to his home “church,” but only Luke places it in this particular time frame. As I said last week, each gospel writer’s choice of what they record Jesus doing first is significant. It is significant because it not only sets the stage, as it were, for Jesus’ ministry in that gospel, it also gives us another indication of what Jesus was about; what he cared about, what his focus and purpose was, and what God wanted to reveal through him.

            The wedding at Cana in John’s gospel was a sign that pointed to the abundance of God. In Luke’s gospel, Jesus preaches a sermon in his hometown. And while the verses in this week’s part of the story stop at a good place, or at least a calmer place, next week we’ll read further on and see just how ugly things turn when a hometown boy reveals he is far, far more than what the people expected.

            But for now, we end with Jesus’ words, “Today this scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing.”

            If the wedding at Cana pointed to God’s abundance, what is being revealed in this passage? What was Luke’s purpose in situating this hometown sermon by Jesus in the prominent position of his first act of public ministry? Perhaps the word “purpose” is our clue and our key.

            Jesus was filled with the power of the Spirit. When he was handed the scroll, he chose these particular words, this particular passage from Isaiah to read.

            “The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he has anointed me to bring good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim release to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to let the oppressed go free, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.”

            Filled with the power of the Spirit, Jesus stood up and read this passage from Isaiah, then sat down and said essentially, “And guess what? This isn’t just a random passage about some other person. This is a passage about me. Today the scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing.”

            What was Luke’s purpose placing this story here in the gospel? It seems to me that it was to make clear Jesus’ purpose. In using these verses from Isaiah, Jesus was making it clear not only who he was – the expected, long awaited Messiah; he was also proclaiming to the people of his hometown what his purpose was and with whom he aligned. He was anointed. The literal definition of anointed as a verb is “to be smeared with oil.” But the religious, theological definition is one who is set apart, one who has divinity conferred upon him or her.

            Jesus stood before the people who knew him since he was a boy and said I am the anointed one. I have been set apart by God. And as the anointed one, here is who I align with; here is who I have come for: the poor, the oppressed, the blind. I have come to be with those who have no voice. I have come to be with those who have no power. This is who I am and this is my purpose.

            When I stood and preached that first sermon to my home church, I was not declaring that I was the anointed one. But I was stating – without even realizing it – that not only did I sense a calling from God, but that calling may just bring me to a pulpit to proclaim the good news of the gospel. That is not only my call, but it is also my purpose.

            Jesus stood before his hometown crowd and declared his purpose. And the rest of the gospel of Luke, and Acts, turns on that purpose: to bring good news to the poor, release to the captives, recovery of sight to the blind, and to let the oppressed go free.

            We too have been called. We too have been anointed, set apart, with a purpose from God. Does our purpose align with the purpose Jesus stated in this sermon? In a few minutes we will hold our annual meeting, and we will walk our way through the packet of reports and minutes and statistics. My challenge to me, to you, to all of us is to hold what we do up to what Jesus’ purpose was and is. Are we in alignment? Are we following in his footsteps? Are we bringing good news to the poor, release to the captives, sight to the blind and jubilee to those who are oppressed? We have to do this, not only today but again and again, because our purpose should always be Jesus’ purpose. He was anointed, set apart, and we are called to follow the path he chose. What is our purpose – as individual Christians, as the church? Our purpose is Jesus’ purpose.

            Thanks be to God. Amen.

Up to the Brim

John 2:1-11

January 20, 2019

            I saw a great cartoon the other day. It depicted a human and two cats. The perspective was from the human point of view looking at the cats. You never actually see the human’s face. The cats both wear expressions of startled horror. The only words given were what the human was obviously saying to the cats.

            “You know, you can eat the food at the bottom of the bowl.”

            Perhaps this is really only funny to those of us who own cats or who have spent any time with cats. But if you have spent time with cats, you get it. You get it, because this is true all over. Now I grew up in a dog family. We never had cats. My dad is not a cat person, which is the world’s greatest understatement. But for some reason I believed the myth that cats are easier to have as pets, for renters and for people with busy families. And in some ways they are easier; until it comes to the food at the bottom of the bowl.

            My cat Pippin lets me know in no uncertain terms that he has reached apparently the inedible food at the bottom his bowl. Usually this happens about 4:30 in the morning. He used to wake me up by knocking one thing at a time off my dresser until I opened my eyes. I always knew when I slept really deeply because I would wake up to a whole pile of things knocked from my dresser to the floor. Now, he just sits by me on the bed, staring. If I don’t stir, he bats me on the forehead.

            I don’t know why cats get uptight about emptying their food bowls. Maybe it’s because they are just cats, and the dregs of last night’s dinner are not good enough. Or maybe it’s instinctive. Instinctively they know the danger of scarcity, and once that food is gone, perhaps they won’t get anymore. So rather than let it run out, they don’t eat it and turn instead to letting their human know that it’s never too early to feed the cat.

            The food may still have been plenteous at the wedding feast in Cana, but the wine had run out. The crux of this story – that Jesus turned water into wine – is fairly well-known in the larger culture. It’s something that you might hear a reference to in circles outside of the church. But the depths of this story, and perhaps even the “why” of this story, are less known.

            The wedding at Cana is just that: a wedding. But unlike the ceremony that I am currently planning, a wedding in Jesus’ culture was not just a one day event; it was at least a three day feast. I have read other commentaries that state it was a seven day feast. If you are planning to feed guests a feast for seven days, food and drink would have to be well planned and abundant. This was not just an issue of showing off. It was about hospitality. Hospitality, as you may know, was the foundation of that society. Hospitality was important. It was intentional. It was part of the Law. So for this couple and their families to run out of wine was not just about bad planning or a shortage, it was a lack of hospitality. And running out of wine would have brought shame on them.

           And hearkening back to the Old Testament, the wine was also seen as a symbol of blessing. Running out was serious. No wine, no blessing. So perhaps this gives us a better understanding of why Jesus was called in by his mother to do something about the wine. But to our ears, it may still seem somewhat frivolous. Especially as this is the first act of public ministry by Jesus in John’s gospel. Mark begins with an exorcism. Luke, as we will read next week, has Jesus preaching as his first act of ministry. Matthew tells of Jesus calling for repentance because the kingdom of heaven had drawn near. But John states that Jesus’ first act of public ministry was by replenishing the refreshments at a party that had gone off the rails. Interesting choice.

            Yet just as the wine symbolized something greater to the people at that wedding, in John’s gospel wine also symbolized something more; something deeper and more profound. Wine was an eschatological symbol. It represented God’s abundance and glory and blessing in the time to come. If that was what wine symbolized, then let’s think about how much wine Jesus produced.

            It would seem that the mother of Jesus – never called Mary in John’s gospel – was one of the first to realize that the wine was almost gone. She turned to her son for help. Jesus’ response to her sounds rude to our ears; but I think rather than rudeness it was about distancing. This isn’t our concern. My time has not yet come. But like any mother, she didn’t accept his answer. Instead she turned to the servants and told them,

            “Do whatever he tells you.”

            If Jesus was reluctant at first, he gave in. He told the servants to fill up the large stone jars meant for purification with water. And don’t just fill them, he told them, fill them up to the brim. They did as he told them. He instructed them to draw some out and give it to the chief steward – perhaps the wedding planner or head caterer in our time – and the steward was amazed at what he drank. He didn’t know where this fabulous wine came from, but he knew it was better than any wine he had ever tasted. He told the bridegroom,

            “Everyone serves the good wine first, and then the inferior wine after the guests have become drunk. But you have kept the good wine until now.”

            Clearly this was not like the wine in a box we might serve today. This was the good stuff. And it wasn’t just a taste, it was abundant. It was filled up to the brim. It was overflowing, gallon after gallon after gallon. This was the good stuff.

            This was the good stuff, filled up to the brim and overflowing for the newlyweds and their guests. And this is the good stuff filled up to the brim and overflowing for us. That is the key to this story, to this passage, abundance.

            It is an abundance of wine, filled up to the brim and overflowing. And it is an abundance of God’s love and grace, filled up to the brim and overflowing. That is the deeper meaning of this miracle at the wedding in Cana. In John’s gospel, miracles are never called miracles. They are called signs. And what do signs do but point to something else? Billboards on the road are not there in and for themselves. They point to something else. Jesus’ sign of turning water into wine points to the abundance of God’s love and grace and glory for us now and for us to come. How wonderful and amazing it is to think of God’s grace in this way, to think of the abundance of God’s love and glory, just filled up to the brim for us and for God’s world.

            Yet with thinking about all of this abundance, I cannot help but think about those people and places who are decidedly without abundance; whether it is of the material or of the physical or the emotional or spiritual kind. And I cannot also help but think of how rarely I’m willing to see abundance in my own life. How often do I lead from a place of scarcity? How often do I think only about what I don’t have, what I may never have? How different would my life be if I could trust in the abundance of God?

            I don’t think I’m alone in this. I suspect that we humans are more like the cats I described at the beginning of this sermon. Don’t we worry that once something is gone, there won’t be anymore? What would the world look if individuals focused more on abundance than scarcity? What would communities look like? What would nations look like if we saw abundance rather than scarcity; if we could just see that there is more than enough for everyone? What would this world look like if we all believed, if we all trusted that God’s abundance of love, of grace, of blessing, of the good was more than enough for everyone? What would this world look like if we trusted God and trusted that God provides not just enough, but filled up to the brim and overflowing?

            Thanks be to God. Amen.