Thursday, March 22, 2012

Who Do You Say That I Am?


Troubling Words
Mark 8:27-9:1
March 22, 2012

Simple question
“Who do people say that I am?”
Our recitation of other’s opinions

Elijah
John
Prophet

Spurred his curiosity
The real question
“But who do YOU say that I am?”

Peter leaped
Messiah!
He did not dispute

Instead ordered silence
We knew
For a moment we knew

Clarity of moment
Dissipated into fear
Troubling words

Rejection
Death
Rise again?



Peter once more leaped
Rebuking, pushing, rejecting
Troubling words

Anger fierce, fast
“Get behind me, Satan!”
Peter the devil?  Or the devil in him?

Insight into divine
Came through such
Troubling words

We could not
Take them in
We could not

Understand his intent
Fathom his reasons
Such terrible trouble

Predicted in these
Troubling words
So many more

Gathered there, gathered
Round and he spoke
Of crosses

Roman death for
Criminals and traitors
He claimed his cross



Called us to claim
Our own
Necessary to carry

If we wanted
To follow him
Moment of clarity

Dissipated into
Confusion, pain, loss
Could we give up

Old beliefs, ideas
Relics of time past
Could we give up

Our lives for
his sake?
Carry our own cross?

His question remains
“But who do YOU say that I am?”
Crosses must still

Be claimed
Hefted, hoisted, lifted up
Their weight threatening

To break us
But in the breaking
We are made new



Washed
Anointed
Claimed

“But who do YOU say that I am?”

Troubling words

 Written for the Ecumenical Lenten Service, United Presbyterian Church, Shawnee, OK

Monday, March 19, 2012

Creepy Crawly New Life


            It seems that every place I’ve lived has come with its own unique bug, critter or rodent type creature.  Warm weather in Nashville meant the arrival of chiggers – nasty little critters who dug beneath your skin and set up residence.  My friend Tommy and I used to count our chigger bites as though they were a status symbol of our outdoorsiness. 
            When I was a seminary student in Richmond, Virginia, I had to deal with roaches for the first time.  (I realize that roaches are not unique to Richmond, but you have no idea how big these suckers were!)  I saw quite a few live ones.  In fact my broom and I put a large dent in a small utility cart I owned trying to send one back to its maker.  The school maintenance guys sprayed but that only turned my little apartment into a cockroach hospice.  They’d crawl under my door during the night, gasp their last breath and die, leaving their disgusting carcasses for me to find the next morning...too often with my bare feet. 
            In New York State, especially the further north you went into the Adirondacks, you had to watch out for the black flies.  They had the potential to carry away small animals.   
            I never actually resided in Minnesota, but my parents did, and there you would either be attacked by mosquitos or deer flies, both species being unusually large in size.  How many times did I try to go for a walk when I would visit my folks, only to turn back after being repeatedly swarmed by deer flies on kamikaze suicide missions?
            Let’s not forget Iowa.  As the farmland around us kicked into high growing gear, the flies and the Asian beetles would ramp up their activity as well.  When they tired of the choice feeding around the farms, they would stop by my neighborhood for a visit.  Yuck!  Yuck!  Yuck!
            And Oklahoma?  Well in the last week we’ve been infested by these large gnat-mosquito hybrids.  Apparently they don’t bite or sting but they are everywhere.  Quite frankly they are grossing me out!  You open the door and they swarm.  I shake out laundry and a few fly out.  There are usually at least three hanging around the kitchen sink in the morning, like some insect water cooler.  Again I say, yuck!  
Trust me, this is one creepy bug!
             I guess this is the inevitability of spring.  The grass greens, buds pop, flowers bloom, allergies blossom and the bugs swarm.  This is nature’s new life in all of its glory.  It occurs to me that maybe there is a connection between this new life and the new life we talk about in the church. 
            Whenever I preach or teach on the resurrection and the new life that is ours in Christ, I tend to think of new life in idyllic terms.  It will be perfection, utopia, without flaw or failing.  But is that real?  Haven’t I, in claiming my faith, experienced a little of that new life already?  If so, then there are still bugs.  And snakes.  And rodents.  All sorts of creepy crawly, slinking, slithering things that elicit involuntary screams from me when I encounter them.  
            If there was a literal Garden of Eden, or the garden was just what the world was like before humans came along and started exploiting creation, then I imagine it was full of all sorts of creatures.  Genesis describes God creating them, every creature that crawls, flies, swims, buzzes, and swarms. 
            So it makes me wonder if we have the wrong idea of what new life is supposed to be.  Is it supposed to be perfect, at least in our terms, or is it supposed to be abundant?  If the answer is the latter, and I’m not claiming to know, then it seems to me bugs and gnats and creepy crawly things are part of that equation.  Either way, spring has sprung in Oklahoma and elsewhere.  New life is all around me.  I wonder if I should make my peace with the mutant gnats or merely hope they don’t band together and fly away with the dog.
Belinda seems unaware of a potential threat to her well-being

Sunday, March 18, 2012

It's About Love


“For God So Loved”
John 3:14-21
March 18, 2012/Fourth Sunday in Lent

“He’s got the whole world in his hands.
He’s got the whole wide world in his hands.
He’s got the whole world in his hands.
He’s got the whole world in his hands.”

            This was one of my favorite songs when I was a kid.  We sang it in Sunday School and we sang it in Vacation Bible School.  I think we even added hand motions to it.  I was never one to be shy when it came to singing so I just sang it at the top of my lungs whenever the song would roll around. 
            It’s an uplifting song, which is probably why I liked it so much.   But I also distinctly remember liking the sentiment of the song when I was a child.  I liked the idea of God holding the whole world in his hands.  When I was a child I got a picture in my head of God as a great big person, with large and capable hands, holding onto the earth.  I still see that picture, even today.  As a child that image made me feel safe and secure.  As an adult, it gives me hope. 
            But either as a child or as an adult, the idea that God holds the world, all the people, all of creation in his hands, is a positive and inspiring thought.  So it doesn’t take a genius to figure out why I chose this as a way to talk about our passage from John, the third chapter, verses 14 through 21.
            More specifically, John 3:16.  This is probably the most famous verse of scripture.  It’s known to believers and unbelievers alike.  We see it in the most unlikely of places … like sporting events.  There always seems to be some guy with a homemade banner proclaiming John 3:16 at every major sports contest I watch. 
            “"For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not perish but may have eternal life.”
            For God so loved the world.  Verse 17 further explicates the idea of God’s love.  "Indeed, God did not send the Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him.”
            It’s about love.  For God so loved the world.  The Son is sent into the world not for punishment, not so the world could be condemned, but for love.  For God so LOVED the world. This seems so simple and straightforward, I should just stop now.  We can finish up worship and all get to lunch before the Baptists. 
            Except for the reality that nothing in John’s gospel is fully straightforward or simple.  John’s gospel contains layers of meaning.  This is the only time in John’s gospel when the world, or kosmos in Greek, is used in a positive way.  All of the other references to the world are negative.  John speaks of the world as darkness.  It is enmity and brokenness.  It is separation from God.  It is that which works against God’s purposes in the world.  Yet this kosmos that is negative and dark and broken is also the same kosmos that God loves enough to send his Son, the incarnate Word into. 
            God loves the world, but this is also scandalous.  Surely if the world is as broken as John implies throughout his gospel, then the world deserves condemnation.  That is what should happen.  But the impulse for God is love.  The motivation for God is love.  It isn’t condemnation.  It isn’t for death, but for life.  For God so loved the world that the world was destined for life, not death. 
            Claiming this, claiming the love of God for the world, does not mean that we can gloss over the verses that follow. 
            18 Those who believe in him are not condemned; but those who do not believe are condemned already, because they have not believed in the name of the only Son of God. 19 And this is the judgment, that the light has come into the world, and people loved darkness rather than light because their deeds were evil.”
            There is condemnation, but as one scholar wrote, it is a passive condemnation.  God is not actively seeking to condemn the world.  Instead condemnation comes from our own inability to move into the light.  It comes from our own resistance, reluctance or just plain stubbornness to claim the Light of God.
            David Lose wrote about this passage saying that we have to choose which side of the coin is predominant in our thinking and in our faith.  Love or Judgment?  Are we more concerned about what it means that God loves us enough to give us his Son or about the judgment that comes if we don’t accept that love and the light it brings? 
            And it is not that the two are completely separate concepts.  Both are informed by the other.  But it is one thing to think that the reason God sent Jesus into the world to bring love and because of love.  It is another to believe that the ultimate reason for the incarnation is punitive.
            I take a stand on the side of love.  God sent the Son into the world for love.  Yet as I’ve said in other sermons and will most likely say again, this kind of love is not merely sentiment.  This kind of love is a verb.  Love is embodied and enacted.  Certainly Jesus’ death on the cross is testament to the fact that the love that motivated God was not just warm and fuzzy, sweetness and happiness. 
            The love God had and has for the world demands a response of love from us as well.  How do we love?  Who do we love? 
            I attended a conference on Stewardship in North Carolina this past week.  It was a positive experience for the most part.  I learned a lot, and came away with new ideas and inspiration for stewardship in my own life and in the life of our congregation.  However, I was disturbed by the fact that so much of the conference seemed to be centered solely on fundraising.  I do not question the fact that money is a fundamental part of stewardship and something that must be discussed honestly and forthrightly.  But I also understand stewardship to be about all of life.  It is how we spend our money, how we interact with our environment, how we live in relationship with each other and with creation. 
            So I was disturbed that one of my workshops, entitled “Creating a Culture of Generosity in Your Church,” was more about fundraising than about the full spirit of generosity.  But at our worship service on Tuesday night, I was renewed in my understanding of generosity.
            Reverend Susan Andrews, former moderator of our denomination’s General Assembly, and Executive Presbyter of the Hudson Valley Presbytery in New York State was our preacher that evening.  She moved through her sermon giving examples of generosity, but it was the last illustration that I found most moving.
            A few weeks before the conference, she and other presbytery representatives were invited to a meeting by the stated clerk of a small church in her presbytery.  The congregation has only about 20 active members, and Jerry, the stated clerk, is in his 70’s and is one of the youngsters.  Like so many of other congregations in our denomination, like us, they are a small membership that resides in a large church building.  The thing about this congregation is that they have plenty of money to continue without change for a few more years.  The question has been, though, is that what they want?  That’s why this meeting that Reverend Andrews described was called.  Not only was Jerry there along with the congregation’s part-time pastor, Andrews and the presbytery reps, another minister had also been invited.  The other minister was the pastor of a vibrant, growing, Pentecostal, Hispanic congregation.  Its members come from the growing Latino community in the Hudson Valley.  Many of their families are low income and, yes, undocumented workers are part of the mix as well.
            The reason the other minister was invited to attend is because Jerry and the rest of the congregation realize that holding onto a building for the building’s sake is not what they are called to do.  Their building is too big for their needs, while this other church needs something much larger to fill their needs.  So Jerry, speaking for the entire congregation, expressed their desire to give their church to this Pentecostal church. 
            They don’t want to sell it, lease it or rent it.  They want to give it.  Their congregation will still be able to have a small place in the building.  They will use it for worship on Sunday mornings at 9, finished in plenty of time before the dominant congregation begins their own worship service.  And that will remain that way until the congregation comes to the place when they ask the presbytery to dissolve their congregation. 
            The current congregation knows, as Andrews put it, that the church will change.  Their sanctuary will be filled with instruments and screens and things it never had before.  Aromas of exotic foods will emanate from the kitchen. 
            But this is their gift.  Their dying gift.  And to symbolize theirs and our fervent belief that death does not win, but gives rise to new life, they want the first Sunday for the new congregation to be Easter Sunday.  That is the resurrection. 
            There are still hoops to jump through.  I am proud Presbyterian, but we are the keepers of the hoops.  The presbytery must vote on this.  Andrews realizes that this could be hotly debated.  Will the presbytery retain the ownership of the property?  Will they require the new congregation to become Presbyterian in order to be in the building?  All of that has yet to be worked out.  But the hope is that the presbytery will hear the conviction of Jerry and the other members and remove any obstacles that might inhibit their amazing generosity, their amazing love. 
            For God so loved the world.  For God so LOVES the world, that he gave his only Son so that everyone who believes in him may not perish but may have eternal life.  The world is in God’s hands, and they are hands of love.  God loves the world, God loves us, so let us love in return through word and deed.  Let all God’s children say Amen!

Monday, March 5, 2012

Celebrating the Gifts of Women Sunday

“A Forgotten Woman”
            Genesis 16:1-11, 21:8-20
            March 4, 2012/Second Sunday of Lent

The common lectionary, which is the three year cycle of scripture passages assigned for every Sunday and the different holy days, walks us through a large majority of the Bible.  It is designed so we hear from the Old and New Testament, stories, psalms, prophets and epistles.  Each year focuses on one gospel, with a whole lot of the gospel of John thrown into as well.  I use the lectionary for my preaching, but as good as it is in teaching us a large part of the Bible, there are still many stories that don’t find their way into any of the Sunday readings.  For one reason or another, they are left out.  The story of Hagar, Sarai’s Egyptian slave girl, and son, Ishmael, is one of those stories.  Hagar’s story can be found in the chapters before and after this morning’s passage from Genesis, Genesis 16:1-11 and 21:8-20. 
Why the story of Hagar?  Why should she be our focus for this day instead of the lectionary passages we’re already given?  It’s also important to know that our denomination has designated this Sunday as the Sunday to Celebrate the Gifts of Women.  While it is true that the gifts of all people should be celebrated on any given day, the emphasis for this day is women’s gifts, the gift of Hagar’s story in particular.  Both testaments are filled with stories of women whose voices we don’t hear very often.  Hagar’s is one of them.  Hers may not be a familiar story to some.  But her voice, her story should be lifted up.  Too often she is a forgotten woman.  But today, in our midst, she is forgotten no longer.  Today we hear the story of Hagar.   
I am Hagar.  I am one of the forgotten women.  I had no power, no say over what happened to me.  I was a slave in the service of Sarai.  She wasn’t able to have children, so she gave me to her husband Abram.  My son, Ishmael, was Abram’s son.  My son, Ishmael, was Sarai’s son.   
“Now Sarai, Abram’s wife, bore him no children.  She had an Egyptian slave girl whose name was Hagar, and Sarai said to Abram, ‘You see that the Lord has prevented me from bearing children; go in to my slave girl; it may be that I shall obtain children by her.  And Abram listened to the voice of Sarai.  So, after Abram had lived ten years in the land of Caanan, Sarai, Abram’s wife, took Hagar the Egyptian, her slave girl, and gave her to her husband Abram as a wife.  He went into Hagar, and she conceived;”         
I am Hagar.  I am one of the forgotten women.  I had no power, no say over what happened to me.  But I could give Abram a child and Sarai could not.  I was a woman in a way that Sarai could not be.   Sarai complained to Abram that I showed her contempt, and Abram told Sarai that she could deal with me however she wanted to.  Sarai took him at his word.  She was harsh, unkind and my life was bitter.  I ran away. 
            “And when Hagar saw that she conceived, she looked with contempt on her mistress.  Then Sarai said to Abram, ‘May the wrong done to me be on you.  I gave my slave girl to your embrace, and when she saw that she had conceived, she looked on me with contempt.  May the Lord judge between you and me!’  But Abram said to Sarai, ‘Your slave girl is in your power; do to her as you please.’ Then Sarai dealt harshly with her, and she ran away from her.”
I am Hagar.  I am one of the forgotten women.  I had no power, no say over what happened to me.  I ran away from Sarai and I was never going back to her.  I sat next to a spring there in the wilderness, and that’s where the angel of the Lord found me.  The angel told me to return, to listen to Sarai and do what she said.  Then the angel of the Lord made a promise to me.  The angel of the Lord told me that my offspring would be too many to count.  I was told the child I was carrying was a son and his name would be Ishmael.  It means ‘God hears’ and God did hear me.
            “The angel of the Lord found her by a spring of water in the wilderness, the spring on the way to Shur.  And he said, ‘Hagar, slave girl of Sarai, where have you come from and where are you going?’ She said, ‘I am running away from my mistress Sarai.’  The angel of the Lord said to her, ‘Return to your mistress, and submit to her.’  The angel of the Lord also said to her, ‘I will so greatly multiply your offspring that they cannot be counted for multitude.’  And the angel of the Lord said to her, ‘Now you have conceived and shall bear a son; you shall call him Ishmael, for the Lord has given heed to your affliction.’”
I am Hagar.  I am one of the forgotten women.  I had no power, no say over what happened to me.   Sarai gave me away, then abused me when I fulfilled her purposes. And Abram did not stand up for me against her.  But the Lord made promises to them too.  Sarai became Sarah.  Abram became Abraham.  And just as the Lord promised, Sarah gave birth to a son.  Isaac.  Child of laughter.  Sarah gave Abraham laughter in his old age.  When Isaac was weaned, Abraham called for a great feast to celebrate.  But Sarah saw Ishmael playing with Isaac.  Something happened when she saw that, because Sarah told Abraham to throw us out.  He did. 
            “The child grew and was weaned; and Abraham made a great feast on the day that Isaac was weaned.  But Sarah saw the son of Hagar, the Egyptian, whom she had borne to Abraham, playing with her son Isaac.  So, she said to Abraham, ‘Cast out this slave woman with her son; for the son of this slave woman shall not inherit along with my son Isaac.’  The matter was very distressing to Abraham on account of his son.  But God said to Abraham, ‘Do not be distressed because of the boy and because of your slave woman; whatever Sarah says to you, do as she tells you, for it is through Isaac that offspring shall be named for you.  As for the son of the slave woman, I will make a nation of him also, because he is your offspring.  So Abraham rose early in the morning, and took bread and a skin of water, and gave it to Hagar, putting it on her shoulder, along with the child, and sent her away.  And she departed and wandered about in the wilderness of Beersheba. 
            I am Hagar.  I am one of the forgotten women.  I had no power, no say over what happened to me.  Abraham gave me some bread and some water and sent Ishmael and I out into the wilderness.  They didn’t last long.  When the water was gone, I put Ishmael under a bush.  I couldn’t bear to watch my child die.  I sat away from him and waited for the end.  Ishmael was crying.  I was crying.  God heard Ishmael.  And the angel of the Lord called down to me.  The angel of the Lord told me that Ishmael’s voice had been heard, and he told me to go back over to Ishmael, pick him up, hold on tightly to him.  He will be a great nation.  My eyes flew open and I saw a well of water.  I drew from it and gave Ishmael a long, cold drink.  God was with my child.  I was not forgotten.
            “When the water in the skin was gone, Hagar cast the child under one of the bushes.  Then she went and sat down opposite him a good way off, about the distance of a bowshot; for she said, ‘Do not let me look on the death of the child.’  And as she sat opposite him, she lifted up her voice and wept.  And God heard the voice of the boy; and the angel of God called to Hagar from heaven, and said to her, ‘What troubles you, Hagar?  Do not be afraid, for God has heard the voice of the boy where he is.  Come, lift up the boy and hold him fast with our hand, for I will make a great nation of him.  Then God opened her eyes and she saw a well of water.  She went, and filled the skin with water, and gave the boy a drink.”
            I am Hagar.  I was not forgotten.
            Hagar’s story is a remarkable one.  It is both ancient and contemporary.  Phyllis Trible writes that “all sorts of rejected women find their stories in her.  She is the faithful maid exploited, the black woman used by the male and abused by the female of the ruling class, the surrogate mother, the resident alien without legal recourse, the other woman, the runaway youth, the religious fleeing from affliction, the pregnant young woman alone, the expelled wife, the divorced mother with child, the shopping bag lady carrying bread and water, the homeless woman, the indigent relying upon handouts from the power structures, the welfare mother, and the self-effacing female whose own identity shrinks in service to others.” 
            In this season of Lent, as we make more time for personal repentance, I suggest that in light of Hagar’s story we also strive to be more intentional in our corporate repentance.  Wittingly or unwittingly, we buy into and support structures and systems that are unjust.  We may not be the hands that directly harm and oppress the contemporary Hagars of the world, but that doesn’t’ necessarily mean our hands are clean either.  We must wrestle with the reality that our great forefather and foremother were the ruling class that exploited Hagar. 
            In spite of her powerlessness, Hagar was a woman of courage.  She too trusted enough in God’s promises to listen, to believe and do what was asked of her.  Hagar is also our foremother.  In her, in Sarah, in Abraham, Judaism, Christianity and Islam find their origin.  Hagar’s is a voice that must be heard.  Hers is a story that must not be forgotten.
            The Word of the Lord.  Thanks be to God.  Amen.