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4Say to those who are of a fearful heart,
“Be strong, do not fear!
Here is your God.
He will come with vengeance,
with terrible recompense.
He will come and save you.”
5Then the eyes of the blind shall be opened,
and the ears of the deaf unstopped;
6then the lame shall leap like a deer,
and the tongue of the speechless sing for joy.
For waters shall break forth in the wilderness,
and streams in the desert;
7athe burning sand shall become a pool,
and the thirsty ground springs of water. Isaiah 35:4-7a
I consider these words from the prophet Isaiah to be some of the most beautiful poetry in the Bible. The Israelites were exiles in Babylon, sitting far from home on burning sand and sitting with the memory that home had been destroyed. They sat by the Babylonian waters slowly concluding that God had punished them for their disobedience. Because they had acted in ways unbecoming of the people of God, were they God’s people no longer?
And then comes the call to come home. The prophet throws them a spiritual lifeline. Some powerful promises are made that fall on the ears of exiles sore from straining to hear a still small voice.
This summer I was in awe of the strength and grace of the Olympic athletes. What a display of physical excellence. There were many jaw-dropping moments, but I found myself amazed at the track athletes jumping those hurdles on the field. Amazed, because it seemed they were running through them rather than jumping over them. They lost no momentum as obstacles were placed in their path.
Isaiah speaks of the obstacles and hurdles we experience in our path. He names hurdles so high we assume we cannot clear them. He names fear, blindness, lameness, and dumbness. For our faith ancestors and for desert-dwelling people, the landscape itself was a great obstacle to life. Deserts are not life friendly. With their burning sands devoid of plants, they promise little. All these hurdles are what it feels like exiled from home and seemingly exiled from God.
Many of us can live an exiled life and still be technically “home.” Sickness and disability can make us homebound. Depression can exile us into chronic despair where hope is only a single candle flickering on the far horizon. Broken family relationships can exile us from the people who were once our comfort and joy.
The prophet’s promise echoes across all our deserts and across the millennia: Be strong, do not fear! On the Spirit’s wings we can fly over the hurdles, no longer bound. Live free!
Choose this day whom you will serve… as for me and my household, we will serve the Lord.
Joshua 24
Jesus: Do you also wish to go away?
John 6
Many Baby Boomers might have these words from the Book of Joshua cross-stitched and framed on their wall. Many Millennials might have it hung as a piece of word wall art. So, you may have heard of it.
The Book of Joshua is the story of the Israelites’ entry into Canaan (the Promised Land) after 40 years of wandering in the wilderness. Led by Joshua, the successor to Moses, the Israelites conquer the Canaanites, the native inhabitants of this land and then redistribute the land to the twelve tribes of Israel. The book contains stories of events leading up to the conquest of Canaan, the collective war effort of the Israelites and of their military victory over Canaanite states. The book ends with a covenant renewal ceremony, in which both Joshua and the Israelites declare, “We will serve the Lord.”
The Israelites didn’t have a consistent history when it came to following God’s ways. As they stand with their toes on the threshold to the Promised Land, Joshua gives them a chance to “get right” with God, to recommit themselves to follow God’s law and live in God’s ways. It was decision time. They all gave a roar of “Yay God!” and they probably meant it. As their history unfolded, God often caught them backsliding. We all do this.
That’s because making a covenant is a moment in time. Maintaining a covenant is the work of a lifetime. Think about a marriage covenant and the work involved in keeping it strong and true. Every day is Decision Day when it comes to the covenants we have made to one another, to the church and to God.
The question Jesus asks, “Do you also wish to go away?” was directed directly at his disciples. It comes at the end of the Bread of Life part of John’s gospel (all of John 6). Why would Jesus ask them if they wanted to go away? Hadn’t they already said, “Yay Jesus!” when they agreed to follow him in the first place? Sure, they did. But a lot has happened since then. They’ve witnessed amazing things and heard some very difficult teachings. The recent difficult teaching was hearing Jesus speak of himself as the Bread from heaven, and even more dramatically describing himself as the flesh and blood for them to consume. Many who heard Jesus say that were physically grossed out and theologically offended. So, they walked away. Hence the reason Jesus asks the disciples, are you leaving, too? Now, to be clear, Jesus is not inviting cannibalism but is using the metaphor of eating and drinking as the way to take him and his teaching into their very bodies, their cells, their DNA.
Nevertheless, people didn’t get the metaphor immediately and looked for wisdom elsewhere. As Jesus watched these people who had a few days earlier believed he was a rock star, head toward the horizon; he invited the disciples to recommit to their call to follow.
In the covenant of faith, every day is decision day. The reason is, life disappoints, our plans go sideways, our hope can feel shaky, and we can be led into evil’s greatest temptations: concluding that we can count on only ourselves, concluding that scripture and faith stories are fairytales, concluding that violence gives the outcomes we need, or concluding that scarcity is greater than abundance.
Every day is your decision day. Choose this day (again) what will guide your life and your choices – love or hate, hope or despair, joy or sorrow, optimism or pessimism. Go with God, go with the good!
1 Kings 19
4[Elijah] went a day’s journey into the wilderness andcame and sat down under a solitary broom tree. He asked that he might die: “It is enough; now, O Lord, take away my life, for I am no better than my ancestors.”5Then he lay down under the broom tree and fell asleep. Suddenly an angel touched him and said to him, “Get up and eat.” 6He looked, and there at his head was a cake baked on hot stones, and a jar of water. He ate and drank, and lay down again. 7The angel of the Lord came a second time, touched him, and said, “Get up and eat, otherwise the journey will be too much for you.” 8He got up, and ate and drank; then he went in the strength of that food forty days and forty nights to Horeb the mount of God.
Recently, a major survey revealed that some 38 percent of respondents aged 12 to 26 had received a formal diagnosis of anxiety or depression. Even among those who did not receive a diagnosis, about half say they often feel anxious; a quarter say they often feel depressed. We keep hearing this story.
Too many people, young and older, lack a sense of meaning; they don’t feel they know the “why” of their lives. And it seems they aren’t searching for that “why” and the rest of us aren’t encouraging them in that search. A serious question they struggle to answer is, “Why does it matter that I’m alive?”
Elijah (famous prophet in Israel in the 9th century B.C.E.) had just won a gold medal in the sport of being God’s voice speaking truth to power. In a contest called “Who Has the Coolest God”, Elijah beat out the hundreds of prophets of the god Ba’al on Yahweh’s behalf. Well done, good and faithful servant! The queen, Jezebel, was furious at the defeat of her god and at the death of her prophets. She promised Elijah he would get his. Rightly afraid, he runs away into the desert. Those who know their scripture are aware that God seems to hang out in the wilderness more than anywhere else. So, it seems Elijah runs away from his enemies and straight into the arms of God. Yet, he hardly feels comforted.
He's exhausted from all his prophet duties and is now in a place devoid of food and water. He does find a broom tree under which to rest and like a weary cancer patient in a hospice bed, asks God to take his life. It’s no fake challenge. He means it. He falls asleep with no intention of waking up in this world again.
God, the abundant provider, has no intention of letting this episode of depression get the best of such a strong prophet. So, God provides in the way of a tender nurse at the bedside of despair. God feeds him then lets him rest some more. God shakes him awake again and says eat some more or you won’t have strength for the next assignment. Better now, he got up, ate and was able to travel for forty days.
As hearers of this story, we aren’t sure why Elijah is so suddenly depressed. He’s not simply tired, that would be understandable. Like most of our friends and family with depression and anxiety, the cause isn’t always discernable or rational. We can’t pinpoint a reasonable reason. I appreciate the fact that scripture acknowledges this mystery among us. Tellingly, God comes to him but neither condemns nor coddles him.
God provides, strengthens, and allows him to rest and recover. We often want a clear reason for all our ailments so we can prescribe the proper cure. This tender story of God providing for a man during an anxious suicidal episode helps support our own care for those who struggle occasionally or chronically with anxiety and depression.
It's never an easy journey for the afflicted one or the caregiver. In all these struggles God miraculously provides. If you are feeling like Elijah now, I wish you recovery and peace. God abides in the darkness and in the light.
Matthew 10:14
14If anyone will not welcome you or listen to your words, shake off the dust from your feet as you leave that house or town.
I just want to say, “thanks a lot” to Paris for putting on an Olympic Opening Ceremony that gave every pastor in America a headache. In that show last week, we all experienced many aspects of French culture, some inspiring, some shocking. The next day, for those of us engaged in social media, we were privy to the backlash of some Christians regarding a part of the show that some felt was mocking the celebration of Holy Communion. More specifically, it seemed to some to be a drag queen parody of Leonardo da Vinci’s painting of the Last Supper. My phone started to blow up, maybe yours did, too.
Those not offended were quick to point out that if the tableau was a parody of anything, it was most likely of the painting The Feast of Gods by Dutch artist Jan Harmensz van Biliert pictured here. We were also reminded that the origin of the Olympics was a celebration of Greek gods of which Dionysus was one. I assume he was the figure in blue in the Olympic tableau. Dionysus was the god of wine-making, fertility, insanity, and ritual madness. So, there you go!
We might remember, too, that French culture is proudly secular and that its citizens are constitutionally free from religion. Even if you are convinced that the Last Supper was being mocked, and perhaps it was, it raises some other issues of piety and theology.
Rejection and mockery of the gospel have been a part of the Jesus movement at its beginning. Jesus was rejected soundly by the religious leaders, ordinary folks, and even his disciples. The apostle Paul frequently wrote about the struggles of rejection. Some in the Greek and Roman culture to which Paul was preaching heard it as foolishness or insult. Others, of course, did not. The fact that the cross, a popular method of brutal execution in 1stcentury Palestine, is the symbol of our faith, should remind us that the way of the cross is first a path of rejection and pain. Jesus was rejected, mocked, and executed because he proclaimed the heart of God that many found offensive: love your neighbor as yourself, bring justice, feed the hungry, live in peace. The Last Supper is a witness to Jesus’ commitment to peace amid a violent empire. It still is.
We need not be outraged on God’s behalf by French art. Jesus would probably say to us as he did to the disciples on repeat: Shake it off, we’ve got better things to do. Turn outrage into doing the work of the gospel. Find ways you can help school kids get food so they can learn, create an atmosphere that respects all people as children of God. Live the peace you pray for. Let the rejection and offense you sometime experience ignite your passion for a faith active in love.
Shake it off and carry on. Congrats to Team USA!
Psalm 145
You, Lord, are faithful in all your words, and loving in all your works.
14 The Lord upholds all those who fall
and lifts up those who are bowed down.
15 The eyes of all wait upon you, O Lord,
and you give them their food in due season.
16 You open wide your hand
and satisfy the desire of every living thing.
17 You are righteous in all your ways
and loving in all your works.
18 You are near to all who call upon you,
to all who call upon you faithfully.
Many of us mainline Protestant folk will take a deep scriptural dive over the next five weeks, beginning this Sunday. We’ll hear the story of the feeding of the five thousand, one of the most iconic stories of God’s extravagant abundance. From there we’ll trace the teaching of Jesus to the transition from giving bread to saying he is the Bread of Life. We watch Jesus’ followers transition from those who stay with him looking for healing or a next meal to many going away from him because he is speaking of his body as abundant bread. Not what they signed up for, I guess.
While Jesus teaches and displays the abundance of the creator God, he did not invent it. From the creation story with its abundant diversity of life everywhere, scripture is heavy with abundance throughout. We need to hear this because as a people, we tend to be abundance-deniers. We are often tempted to believe scarcity is everywhere, and that we all need to fight hard to have enough money, food, housing, job opportunities, you name it.
Scripturally, the promise and the confidence of God’s abundance is everywhere. The psalm for this Sunday is 145. This psalm is interestingly a favorite in the Jewish Prayer Book. Many Christians, or at least many pastors I know, use a verse from this psalm as a regular opening in their personal and public blessings at meals:
The eyes of all wait upon you, O Lord,
and you give them their food in due season.
Sound familiar?
At its heart, this psalm proclaims that our almighty God is also our all-providing God. God’s on-going care is for everyone. As a for instance, the psalmist names “all who are falling, who are bowed down”; “all who look to God” (I imagine who look with pleading eyes); “every living being”; and “all who call on God”. What this providing does is provide abundance.
The question is: If the world is full of abundance, why do we see these horrible pockets of scarcity? Scripture says it’s not a holy problem, it’s a political problem. Politics has become a dirty word these days, but in its purest definition, it’s a beautiful thing. One researcher described it this way, as have many others similarly:
Politics is defined as the processes through which competition among individuals and groups, pursuing their own interests, are used to exercise power and influence to allocate certain values and interests. It is the determination of who gets what, when, and how in a given social system.
For those who are bi-lingual in secular and religious languages, Christians would translate the above as politics being the stewardship of a community’s resources to benefit all.
World hunger experts, for example, have told us for decades that there is plenty of food in the world for all the people of the world. We have starving people not because food is scarce but because the justice is scarce. Governments sometimes hoard food or turn away ships laden with food for their hungry people because they want to maintain control of their citizens. Yes, that’s when politics becomes an ugly word, when government is a poor steward of its resources.
So, abundance is all around us. We have but to share it. Stewardship conquers scarcity. Thanks for everything, God.
Ephesians 2
11 Remember that at one time you Gentiles by birth, called “the uncircumcision” by those who are called “the circumcision”—a physical circumcision made in the flesh by human hands—12 remember that you were at that time without Christ, being aliens from the commonwealth of Israel, and strangers to the covenants of promise, having no hope and without God in the world. 13 But now in Christ Jesus you who once were far off have been brought near by the blood of Christ. 14 For he is our peace; in his flesh he has made both groups into one and has broken down the dividing wall, that is, the hostility between us. 15 He has abolished the law with its commandments and ordinances, that he might create in himself one new humanity in place of the two, thus making peace, 16 and might reconcile both groups to God in one body through the cross, thus putting to death that hostility through it. 17 So he came and proclaimed peace to you who were far off and peace to those who were near; 18 for through him both of us have access in one Spirit to the Father. 19 So then you are no longer strangers and aliens, but you are citizens with the saints and also members of the household of God, 20 built upon the foundation of the apostles and prophets, with Christ Jesus himself as the cornerstone. 21 In him the whole structure is joined together and grows into a holy temple in the Lord; 22 in whom you also are built together spiritually into a dwelling place for God.
For this Sunday, there are many wonderful scriptures focusing on the image of the shepherd. In these tense political days, it helps to remember that “shepherd” was a biblical image for the king or other leaders. The Bible calls many of them out for being bad shepherdswho ignore the vulnerable and care for nothing but themselves.
In the midst of this scriptural sheep fold is the reading from Ephesians 2, a passage that captured my preaching imagination for this week with its image of walls of hostility being tumbled by the crucified Christ. Since we are surrounded by many walls of hostility in this season in America, it is for me the Word of the Lord for this day.
I found an old article on Ephesians 2 by G. Kevin Baker from the July 11, 2006 issue of The Christian Century magazine. I pass it on to you for your devotional life or your preaching life. The accompanying picture is one I took in November 2022 of the wall erected between Israel and Palestine. This piece of the wall is in Bethlehem. Here are Baker’s words:
The world is full of walls. Everywhere we go, there are fences, gates, partitions and other ingeniously constructed barriers—all aimed at keeping something or someone in and keeping something or someone else out. We need walls: walls in our homes to protect us against wind and rain; walls to keep livestock safely in and predators out; walls to help us separate spaces and improve organization and efficiency. But one does not have to be a sage to comprehend how walls, both literal and spiritual, can lead to grief, division and even violence. All walls serve a purpose, but not all walls serve the purposes of God.
In Ephesians we read that Christ has “broken down the dividing wall, that is, the hostility between us.” It’s difficult to understand how this can happen, especially today, when hostility appears to be the bread and butter of human relating and living. But we know that we have helped to build walls of hostility. We’ve built many of them not out of bricks and mortar, but out of the raw material of sin and division. Then we’ve cemented them with the mortar of name-calling, labeling and prejudice.
An ill-conceived application of the Torah helped ensure that a wall of hostility was solidly in place among those in the growing Christian community. In this case, it was the circumcision insiders pitted against the uncircumcision outsiders. Perspective and power shift depending on what side of the wall a person is standing on. Just ask those called “U.S. citizens by birth” about “noncitizens” in their midst; ask the “legally naturalized immigrant” about the “illegal alien,” the Jewish Israeli “settler” about the gentile Palestinian “squatter” or the white-suburban commuter about the people who live around his downtown church. Again, all walls serve a purpose, but not all walls serve the purposes of God.
What about the walls between Christian communions? What about the voluntary segregation of typical Lord’s Day worship services? What about the scandal of divisions, splits and infighting that flies in the face of Jesus’ high priestly prayer for unity and oneness? (John 17). Such troubles in the body of Christ are a sign not of diversity but of division. They are a sin that compromises the church’s witness and grieves the Holy Spirit.
How then can one receive this word from Ephesians 2? The unity referred to here is not manufactured by human hands busy trying to pursue multiculturalism and tolerance in the world’s image. The peace described here is not just a ceasing of conflict or the absence of violence. The hope alluded to is not merely a hankering after international experiences and cross-cultural encounters. Here unity, peace and hope are not things at all; they are a person. Christ is our peace; in his flesh he has made both groups into one and has broken down the dividing wall. In Christ’s death on the cross, peace has been achieved and hostility has been crucified. Jesus is the singular, God-human wrecking crew that demolishes division and gifts us with unity, peace and reconciliation.
Amos 7
7 This is what [the Lord God] showed me: the Lord was standing beside a wall built with a plumb line, with a plumb line in his hand. 8 And the Lord said to me, “Amos, what do you see?” And I said, “A plumb line.” Then the Lord said,
“See, I am setting a plumb line
in the midst of my people Israel;
I will never again pass them by.
Besides in the scriptures themselves, Martin Luther King, Jr. probably did the most to promote the prophet Amos in modern hearts and minds. On August 28, 1963, Dr. King gave his famous speech, “I Have a Dream.” During the middle of the civil rights movement, this great speech emphasized the optimism and hope that many activists held for the future. Inspiring that, he quoted Amos 5:24:
No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until ‘justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream.’
Now most of us assume (given the context) that what the preacher meant here is justice and righteous will flow when there is equality and freedom for all. King, having quoted old Amos from the 8th century B.C.E., has certainly given the prophet a public life in the 20th and 21st centuries C.E. Many of us preachers following in King’s wake have done the same thing. Me included.
But as I re-visit and study this 7th chapter of Amos anew this week, I realize while Dr. King preached this plumb line prophet as man of hope for the future, he was a preacher of tough judgement for God’s people. Bummer. I really liked the “hope” interpretation.
In our reading of Amos this Sunday, we experience the image of a plumb line dropped in the middle of our communities, our hearts, and our actions. We are being measured by God. While as an older woman I hold my breath when my height is measured at my physical every year, afraid I’ve lost height due to deteriorating vertebrae; God coming at you with a plumb line is a trillion times worse. This is not a sign of hope, but of measuring and judging.
Amos lets us know that Israel’s disobedience has gone well beyond second chances. Rather than hope ahead, there will be brutal times ahead. And sure enough, Israel (the Northern Kingdom) was defeated and dispersed by the Assyrians. In a nutshell, Israel ceased to exist.
What was it that Israel got so repetitively wrong? According to plumb-line preacher Amos, the behavior of the rich toward the poor was atrocious. They fell far short of God’s standards. Amos preached that they constantly oppressed the poor and crushed the needy. With these as his sermon themes, he is often called the social justice prophet of the Old Testament.
Amos does plead with God to forgive and relent. God does so twice. Amos does not intercede a third time and God throws in the towel as well. The third judgment is final as we hear in the above quote: I will never again pass them by. That is, they don’t get a pass this time. God simply runs out of patience. Israel is not plumb; it is greedy, crooked and corrupt.
We can’t always sugar-coat the verses of judgement, nor should we. If a holy plumb line was dropped in our community, our hearts, our actions today, how would we measure up? Are we plumb?
Even if three walls of a house are perfectly vertical, if the fourth is leaning, the house won’t make it for long. Perhaps an appropriate way to end this SQBS is the same way I ended my sermon last week, with a prayer often heard in old Black churches:
O Lord, in this time of uncertainty, strengthen us where we are weak, build us up where we are torn down, and prop us up on every leaning side. Yes, please.
Mark 6
1 [Jesus] came to his hometown, and his disciples followed him.2 On the sabbath he began to teach in the synagogue, and many who heard him were astounded. They said, “Where did this man get all this? What is this wisdom that has been given to him? What deeds of power are being done by his hands! 3 Is not this the carpenter, the son of Mary and brother of James and Joses and Judas and Simon, and are not his sisters here with us?”And they took offense at him. 4 Then Jesus said to them, “Prophets are not without honor, except in their hometown, and among their own kin, and in their own house.” 5 And he could do no deed of power there, except that he laid his hands on a few sick people and cured them. 6 And he was amazed at their unbelief.
Then he went about among the villages teaching. 7 He called the twelve and began to send them out two by two, and gave them authority over the unclean spirits. 8 He ordered them to take nothing for their journey except a staff; no bread, no bag, no money in their belts; 9 but to wear sandals and not to put on two tunics. 10 He said to them, “Wherever you enter a house, stay there until you leave the place. 11 If any place will not welcome you and they refuse to hear you, as you leave, shake off the dust that is on your feet as a testimony against them.” 12 So they went out and proclaimed that all should repent. 13 They cast out many demons, and anointed with oil many who were sick and cured them.
As we are celebrating the 4th of July celebrations, I look forward to gathering with many on Sunday for a celebration that comes with no fireworks nor BBQ dinners. Scripture, of course, knows zero about American Independence Day although it knows much about occupation and freedom. Our liturgical discipline is only scantily aware of the 4th. We liturgical types will remember the 4th in our prayers and will probably have a musical nod to the day. But mostly, we will keep to our scriptural schedule of reading through the gospel of Mark. Interestingly, this Sunday’s scripture is about Jesus’ rejection in his hometown of Nazareth. He was amazed at their unbelief and so shaken by it that he could barely perform any healing miracles there. Then we’re told Jesus prepared his disciples for taking a turn on their own preaching and healing. Part of their training for this assignment was to prepare them for the rejection that would surely come.
Researching this scripture for sermon preparation, I discovered a June 29, 2009, article in The Christian Century by Pr. Nadia Bolz-Weber. This well-known preacher titled her article on Mark 6 “More rejection”. Here it is for you, only slightly edited by me for clarity.
The Gospel is always proclaimed by flawed mortals—otherwise it would never be proclaimed at all. The Gospel is also always heard by flawed mortals—otherwise it would never be heard.
In [this week’s gospel reading], Jesus enters his hometown, Nazareth, having just outdone himself in the miracle department: he raised a young girl from the dead. But he's hardly been elevated to superhero or superhealer status—recall [in that story], the people laughed at him. The rejection our Lord meets in his hometown is different from what he faces elsewhere only in degree.
We might be tempted to look down our noses at the people of Nazareth for responding to Jesus the way they do. But we would miss an important point: we too disbelieve. We too are apt to restrict what we think God is capable of in our lives and our communities.
Such a reaction also overlooks the connection between this episode and what follows. The rejection Jesus experiences allows his disciples to know that in Christ God has entered the human condition in an entirely real way, complete with suffering. The disciples are no longer ever alone in their weaknesses and so-called failures—and neither are we. As they go out two by two, they do so knowing that even Jesus, God the Word, came to his own and his own received him not. In this way God glorified the stranger.
Rejection has been the traveling companion of the Gospel from the beginning. Don't take it personally.
Okay, we’ll try!
Lamentations 3
[God] has sated me with wormwood.
16He has made my teeth grind on gravel,
and made me cower in ashes;
17my soul is bereft of peace;
I have forgotten what happiness is;
18so I say, "Gone is my glory,
and all that I had hoped for from the LORD."
19The thought of my affliction and my homelessness
is wormwood and gall!
20My soul continually thinks of it
and is bowed down within me.
21But this I call to mind,
and therefore I have hope:
22The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases,
his mercies never come to an end;
23they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
Scripturally speaking, June has not been the happiest of months. Last Sunday we read from the ending of the Book of Job, God’s coda following 37 chapters of lament and questioning about why bad things happen to good people. This Sunday, we will read a part of the Book of Lamentations. As you can tell from its title; this isn’t scripture at its sunniest. This is a vital piece of Old Testament literature because it’s such a powerful source of information about the fall of Jerusalem to the Babylonians in 587 BCE. This was their September 11th. Though the people tell how terrible their suffering was, they also acknowledge that God’s judgment was just, given their disobedience.
Reading the scripture above, you can see how this poem of lament and despair sounds in verses 16-20. But suddenly in verse 21, joy comes with the morning as in the very next breath, confidence in God’s steadfastness is sung loud and clear.
Scripture doesn’t shy away from sorrow, disappointment, or questions about God’s actions or absence. Lament isn’t considered a sign of faithlessness. It doesn’t mean you’re an atheist at heart.
In 2006, my denomination published a new hymnal. Our hymns are not grouped alphabetically but by seasons and topics. There’s a section for all the Christmas hymns and a section for hymns of prayer. This new resource was in the works when the attacks of September 11th happened here in the U.S. Out of those ashes, we engaged in a season of lament just as the Israelites of old did. We realized we didn’t have enough hymns for this season of our lives. So, for the first time, our hymnbook included a section called “Lament.” It’s a tiny section between the hymns of “Stewardship” and hymns of “Justice and Peace.” Only the first of these hymns would be considered familiar – Just a Closer Walk with Thee. A few of them were composed in the 1990s and several were written just two or three years following 9/11. Songs to weep by were needed. The “How long, O Lord?” questions required a singing voice.
While these songs might be new for us, songs of lament are not. The writers of Lamentations, of Habakkuk and certainly many of the psalms respond to personal and political disasters with wailing to the Lord. They ask questions about why, how long, and when. Lament isn’t shy before God. It doesn’t fear being struck down by the Almighty. Lament will accuse God of being asleep at the wheel and being an unfit driver of the universe.
But songs of lament nearly always conclude with words of hope and love. “The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, his mercies never come to an end” (Lam. 3:22). How can these ancient voices turn on a dime from despair to hope? Because they were lamenting in good faith all along. It’s faith that can lament, not unbelief. Because we believe God is good and steadfast, we recognize all the 9/11s as being out of place in God’s creation. They don’t belong here; they should not happen. We call on God to straighten things out, to heal the wounds, to be in charge because we are positively convinced God can and will.
Miracles sometimes happen among us and sometimes tragedies do. But faith doesn’t require a miracle to hold firm. Faith isn’t destroyed by tragedy. That’s its superpower, not its stupidity.
Job 38
1The Lord answered Job out of the whirlwind:
2“Who is this that darkens counsel by words without knowledge?
Psalm 107
Then God spoke, and a stormy wind arose,
which tossed high the waves of the sea.
They mounted up to the heavens and descended to the depths;
their souls melted away in their peril.
They staggered and reeled like drunkards,
and all their skill was of no avail.
Then in their trouble they cried to the Lord,
and you delivered them from their distress.
You stilled the storm to a whisper
and silenced the waves of the sea.
2 Corinthians 6
3We are putting no obstacle in anyone’s way, so that no fault may be found with our ministry, 4but as servants of God we have commended ourselves in every way: through great endurance, in afflictions, hardships, calamities, 5beatings, imprisonments, riots, labors, sleepless nights, hunger; 6by purity, knowledge, patience, kindness, holiness of spirit, genuine love, 7truthful speech, and the power of God; with the weapons of righteousness for the right hand and for the left; 8in honor and dishonor, in ill repute and good repute.
Mark 4
37A great windstorm arose, and the waves beat into the boat, so that the boat was already being swamped. 38But he was in the stern, asleep on the cushion; and they woke him up and said to him, “Teacher, do you not care that we are perishing?” 39He woke up and rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, “Peace! Be still!” Then the wind ceased, and there was a dead calm. 40He said to them, “Why are you afraid?
This Sunday (Pentecost 5B for the liturgical geeks) invites us into an array of scriptures, portions of which are quoted here. From Psalms to Paul, from Job to Jesus they all take up the matter of stormy theology. God is portrayed as both the creator of storms and the calmer of storms. The questions in these scriptures capture my attention.
The whole book of Job is packed with so many questions, as if the writer had a shaker full of question marks and peppered the paper with them. Mostly Job and his friends are puzzling out why Job, a/k/a “Mr. Goody Two Shoes”, is suffering so when it seems he should be walking around saying, “I’m just so blessed.” God remains silent through these rantings until the very end of the book. We’re told God, whose name has been taken in vain throughout, finally steps on stage in the form of a “whirlwind”. Let’s remember that the synonyms for “whirlwind” are less friendly sounding nouns like tornado, cyclone, hurricane. When one of those words comes our way, the weather alerts go off on our phones and there’s a run on the grocery stores. God appears on stage dressed in danger.
Psalm 107 acknowledges God as both the creator of the tornado and the one who saves us from it. Question: Why does God create the deadly tornado in the first place? Answer: Not sure. In Mark 4, we hear the well-known story of Jesus calming the storm on the sea. While Jesus is the one who calms the wind and waves, he is, as God Incarnate, also God creator of storms.
In Paul’s letter to the Corinthians, he doesn’t speak of literal hurricanes but of the great hardships he and his companions in ministry have endured for the sake of the gospel. In this letter, we all hear a loud echo of our own experiences of life and living. We’ve had plenty of difficult times from losing our job to losing our child. We’ve been in storms that nearly drowned us. We get the metaphor.
Many theological questions come out of these stormy scriptures. Probably the most emotional one is: Does God truly care about us? What emerges as an answer is best articulated in Job’s story. What is affirmed is God’s powerful presence and the assurance that God does love and care for us. But honestly, what’s also affirmed in all these texts is that there are so many things we don’t know, can’t know, and simply won’t know.
For some people this reality makes faith an empty promise. It’s concluded that if God does exist, God obviously cannot be trusted. To be a person of faith means to choose love over fear, trust over doubt, and belief over knowledge. It’s both a choice and a call.
Mark 4
With what can we compare the kingdom of God, or what parable will we use for it? It is like a mustard seed, which, when sown upon the ground, is the smallest of all seeds on earth; yet when it is sown it grows up and becomes the greatest of all shrubs…”
Ezekiel 17
I myself will take a sprig from the lofty top of a cedar; I will set it out…and it will become a noble cedar.
The scriptures from Ezekiel 17 and Mark 4 offer parables that speak of God’s power. Parables are like stories, poetry, or jokes all rolled into one. Their meaning is sometimes found in the structure of stories like The Good Samaritan. Sometimes parables are more poetry such as the beautiful parable of the cedar tree in Ezekiel where a tender sprig of cedar is planted by God and grows into a noble tree. The cedar’s growth poetically represents God’s promise to restore Israel after exile. Other times parables are structured like jokes meant to elicit a laugh because it sounds ridiculous. While our Jewish sisters and brothers practice arguing with God and laughing with God, Christians tend to read scripture with an unnecessary solemnness considered to be proper reverence. That can often cause us to miss the parable purpose.
The listeners gathered around Jesus would have known well the cedar tree parable in Ezekiel. A vulnerable tender sprig can grow into a mighty cedar because with God tiny things have wondrous power. The folks there on the shore of the Sea of Galilee might have expected Jesus to tell such a little-to-big kind of parable. Jesus is more a quotidian parabler. He points to the common itty bitty mustard seed.
This little seed grows into something much bigger as seeds always do, but not a mighty oak or a noble cedar. Of course, it grows into a regular old everyday mustard plant. That’s the joke and the people around probably chuckled. It was like Jesus doing stand-up and saying, “And out of this tiny seed God can make … the greatest of all peanuts!”
Parables like this don’t clarify, but they do surprise us. The Kingdom of God shakes our assumptions and expectations. Being the biggest, the most powerful, the most obvious, isn’t always the way of the Kingdom of God. Jesus was born in poverty and became a refugee as a baby. Unexpected. Rabbi Jesus was homeless and frequently in religious and political trouble. Also unexpected. At the last the Messiah of God was put on trial, tortured and executed like so many mustard-seedy criminals. Totally unexpected for the King of Kings.
In God’s kingdom the rich are brought low and the lowly raised up. Tiny things have wondrous power and the powerful are toppled from their thrones. The dead are made alive, and nothing is what any of us would expect. In many and various ways, this is the message of parables, be they stories, poems or jokes. The Word is true. Parables don’t have a meaning. They have an impact.
Genesis 3
8[Adam and Eve] heard the sound of the Lord God walking in the garden at the time of the evening breeze, and the man and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the Lord God among the trees of the garden.9But the Lord God called to the man, and said to him, “Where are you?” 10He said, “I heard the sound of you in the garden, and I was afraid, because I was naked; and I hid myself.” 11He said, “Who told you that you were naked? Have you eaten from the tree of which I commanded you not to eat?” 12The man said, “The woman whom you gave to be with me, she gave me fruit from the tree, and I ate.” 13Then the Lord God said to the woman, “What is this that you have done?” The woman said, “The serpent tricked me, and I ate.”
These verses are part of the human origin story from Genesis 2-3 in the Jewish and Christian traditions. The Garden of Eden was a seemingly perfect gift from God. Adam and Eve had each other, plenty of food, a beautiful safe garden, and oh, yes, they had a very benevolent God who occasionally strolled around the Garden making sure everything was going as intended. So, what could go wrong? The short answer is “temptation” but let’s see how we got there.
Pastor Peter Marty tells the story of a congregation that received permission to park in the bank parking lot next to the church. It was a friendly standing agreement, except for one Sunday per year. On that one Sunday, the bank put a rope across the entrance to the lot. Why? Well, the bank officer told the pastor, “It’s only so the church remembers that the lot belongs to the bank and not to the congregation.” Smart.
We humans grow physical attachments to material things. Ownership is prized. You can tell by the way we talk: my house, my property, my business, etc. In C.S. Lewis’ Screwtape Letters, the demon Screwtape tells his Padawan, Wormwood, a good way to lead souls to hell. He coos, “The sense of ownership is always to be encouraged…and all the time the joke is that the word ‘mine’ in its fully possessive sense cannot be uttered by a human being about anything.”
While in the origin story of our temptation, Adam blames God for giving him Eve, who gave him the apple, and Eve blames the serpent; the real problem is that these first humans forgot or refused to believe that the rope across the parking lot wasn’t theirs to move. They assumed everything was owned by them in the garden and they took down the rope and drove on in.
Ever since that half-eaten apple was left on the ground, we have continued to struggle with the reality that all things come from God and belong to God. God has called us to the big job of being stewards/mangers in creation, but we are never the owners.
Martin Luther taught that we probably don’t really believe the First Article of the Apostles’ Creed: I believe in God the Father Almighty, Creator of heaven and earth. Gee-whiz, that seems like the easiest part of the whole thing! What do you mean Uncle Marty? He comments that if we really believed God is the creator of all, we would be horrified because it would mean we own nothing. (These are my memories of what Luther said, but he did use the German word for “horrified”.)
Most Americans I know strive to be owners rather than renters or managers or stewards. Ownership is often a sign of success and value. But God has never made success a goal for a human life, only faithfulness to God’s goals of equality, love, peace, forgiveness, mercy, grace and all the other holy et cetera’s.
Deuteronomy 5
12Observe the sabbath day and keep it holy, as the Lord your God commanded you. 13Six days you shall labor and do all your work. 14But the seventh day is a sabbath to the Lord your God; you shall not do any work—you, or your son or your daughter, or your male or female slave, or your ox or your donkey, or any of your livestock, or the resident alien in your towns, so that your male and female slave may rest as well as you. 15Remember that you were a slave in the land of Egypt, and the Lord your God brought you out from there with a mighty hand and an outstretched arm; therefore the Lord your God commanded you to keep the sabbath day.
For those of us who still tell time by the Sundays and Seasons of the church year, we have just tipped into the second half of this holy time. Having spent the beginning of December until the end of May focusing on the birth, life, crucifixion, resurrection, and ascension of Christ, we now shift focus. Instead of focusing on Jesus’ life, we reflect on the character of our lives as disciples.
We begin this Sunday with Jesus’ teaching about what the sabbath is and what is does. He also teaches us what it isn’t. I think the great opportunity spread before us in this second half of the church year is one that allows us to get back (as close as possible) to the original teachings of Jesus. The reason this is difficult is because the words of Jesus, and indeed, all the words of scripture are encased in a thick shell of 2,000 years of Christian interpretation, piety, traditions, and sometimes flat out misunderstanding.
It seems when it comes to understanding the gift of the sabbath, we haven’t engaged in misconduct as much as we have watered it down. What originally was a gift of rich wine for the palate of God’s children is now like a glass of iced tea left out on the kitchen counter all day. The well-meaning but watered down version is probably the typical Kindergarten Sunday School lesson on “remembering the Sabbath to keep it holy” that many of us have heard and taught. The likely point we would make is: God wants us to come to worship on Sundays and that’s a good thing to do!
No harm done to the kiddos, but as faith practicing adults, what else do we need to understand about God’s intent for humankind in this commandment? Much concern has been expressed about the evaporation of the Sabbath in both culture and church. Consider the constant handwringing over kids’ sports on Sunday mornings.
Christian practice remade the call to sabbath from a call to rest on the last day of the week to a celebration of the resurrection on the first day of the week. Christians merged the ancient roots of sabbath rest with their celebration on Sunday, the day of Christ’s resurrection. I certainly grew up in a Southern family and in a culture of Blue Laws where every business was closed on Sunday and the act of mowing one’s lawn on a Sunday afternoon was something only heathens did. My mother agonized over whether she should wash dishes on Sunday. Any observant Christian must certainly ask, “Is this really God’s concern for us?”
Scripture replies, “No, it isn’t.”
For a Super Quick summary, let me say that the gift of Sabbath is found in two significant places. One is the story of creation in Genesis when God rested on the seventh day. This rest has been seen as a gift to humankind, animals, and all creation. Here it is a gift of grace. But following the Hebrews long slavery in Egypt, their freedom at long last, and God’s long 40-year work shaping them as a holy people in the wilderness; sabbath-keeping became a commanded gift. We read this commandment in two places – Exodus 20 and Deuteronomy 5.
The deepest roots of sabbath-keeping come from the slavery-deliverance experience in Egypt. As slaves to the Pharoah, the Hebrew people were denied rest. Their brick-making production was forced on them daily. Only the royal wealthy were allowed to have times of rest and relaxation. Of course, this was not just a problem with ancient master/slave cultures but continues now when some must work three jobs to survive, and others go on three-month cruises.
While no little five-year-old will hear this in Sunday School, keeping the sabbath to make it holy is God’s call for equality and justice among humankind. It is a gift not only of rest, but a commandment to cease work for everybody. This was God’s gift denied to the slaves of Egypt. Since there are powerful and corrupt people who can deny this holy gift, God intensifies it during the wilderness reformation as a high commandment.
Relentless work damages the soul, damages our relationship to God, our neighbors, and creation. When we believe we must constantly produce and achieve, we say to ourselves and to God that everything depends on us. We can’t trust God to provide, we’re in control of it all. A day to cease work and rest in God is a gift all are to enjoy. It makes us spiritually, physically, and mentally healthier. It’s meant to enable us to re-center, re-boot, and renew our understanding of who we are and to whom we belong.
Part of our sabbath practice is to work toward obedience of God’s rest commandment so that all may have equal access to such refreshment. Given the fact that in the past two days I’ve read two stories of women working multiple jobs who were killed or injured while sleeping in their cars between shifts, I’d say we still have sabbath work to do. Too many people continue as slaves for Pharoah.
John 3
11“Very truly, I tell you, we speak of what we know and testify to what we have seen; yet you do not receive our testimony. 12If I have told you about earthly things and you do not believe, how can you believe if I tell you about heavenly things?
I enjoy some of the little articles that float across my newsfeed with titles like, “What Baby Boomers grew up with that Gen Z don’t.” I can relate, of course. When I started college in 1974, I proudly packed up my new electric typewriter convinced it was the only tool I needed. It’s amazing how much has changed in the last 50 years. No more card catalogs in the library or rolodexes on the desk next to the rotary phone.
Technology and culture have changed, and so has church culture and theology. In the year 325 C.E. early Christian bishops gathered to draw a “forever” line in the sand defining orthodoxy and heresy. We still recite that line in the sand in worship as the Nicene Creed. In those first three or four hundred years of the new Christian church, confusion was abundant. Different clusters of Christians in cities around the Mediterranean and in small backwater villages often had clashing ideas of who Jesus was, how to be a Christian, how to understand the holy meal, baptism, pot-luck dinners (yes, really!), and just about everything else. We were institutional and spiritual two-year olds after all.
The purpose of the Nicene creed was to define Christian beliefs about how to understand Jesus and his relationship with God the creator and the God of the patriarchs, matriarchs, and prophets of old, and his relationship with the powerful Spirit experienced most profoundly at Pentecost. It wasn’t sufficient to say, ‘it’s all a big mystery”, because humans don’t do mystery very well. If we don’t have answers and explanations, we will make up our own to build a foundation on the words, “I’m right and you are wrong.” That’s what was happening in the very early church. The result – theological chaos.
Christians had a lot to explain, like how they really believed in one God even though they sure sounded like they believed in three. Their fiercely monotheist family and friends could not abide such talk. Hearing Christians speak of holy communion as eating and drinking the body and blood of Jesus sounded cannibalistic. Early on, we were the weirdest group of people around.
But over the many years that followed, Christianity became very mainstream. Many generations of people in Western culture were raised in church, they memorized the creeds and scriptures, and practiced a piety built on Sunday Schools, confirmation classes, and weekly worship. Now a lot of that has been called into question since the mid-20th C. Church folk are being told that what they believe and how they practice is all going the way of TV repair men and newspapering. We’re back to theological chaos and creativity.
We’re being told we are irrelevant, will increasingly be so, and should pack up our facilities and let the YWCA take them over. Yes, people are seeking relationships and spiritual practices but not in these old ways. Sure, change is always inevitable, but irrelevancy is not. I believe the church can be very relevant in an ever-changing world. We will need to change many things. We will disagree about what to keep and what to let go. I believe we’ll endure because Christianity at its heart is about relationships. Even ye ol’ Nicene Creed was, at its heart about the relationship among God, Christ, and Spirit.
The new wisdom in both church and culture is that relationships are everything. In the orthodox Nicene Creed and in scripture, relationships are also everything. Those 300 plus male bishops in Nicaea in 325 had the task of defining what the relationship was between Creator + Christ + Spirit. They were very different divine parts. How could they be united? Isn’t that the central question of today? We struggle with how different people with their various ethnic backgrounds, religions, politics, gender identities, etc. can come together on anything. Talk about relationship unity amid diversity is still an active on-going conversation. The loving, grace-filled relationship between God and people is the central theme of scripture.
Perhaps the ancient creeds sound fuddy-duddy to some ears, but when we drill down to the core of their meaning and purpose, we discover what they were attempting to do – define how different “persons” can be united. Isn’t this our own church and culture’s goal in 2024? And on this Memorial Weekend, we recall our national creed: E pluribus unum, an echo of Nicaea.
Acts 2
When the day of Pentecost had come, they were all together in one place. 2And suddenly from heaven there came a sound like the rush of a violent wind, and it filled the entire house where they were sitting. 3Divided tongues, as of fire, appeared among them, and a tongue rested on each of them. 4All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other languages, as the Spirit gave them ability.
Much of what is told in the gospels is all about the events of Jesus’ life (birth to death basically), as well as things Jesus said and did in between that birth and death. At Pentecost, the story 50 days after Easter Day, a shift happens. The risen Christ becomes the ascended Lord. Now all of us disciples are left staring up into the clouds mumbling, “Now what?” It was a very reasonable question.
Yes, Jesus had spoken about not leaving them abandoned by his death or his “I won’t be with you anymore”-ness. But what really did all that mean? It was hard to imagine. Being a called disciple didn’t mean you always understood what Jesus was talking about. It just meant you were called to listen and learn as best you could.
For forty days after Easter the risen Christ spent time appearing to various disciples and kept teaching them. Then on Day 40, he ascended into heaven. For the next ten days, I assume the disciples were holding a very long discernment retreat. On the 50th day after Easter, they were all together in one place, with their retreat sticky notes and newsprint up on the walls recording their individual answers to questions like, “What I think Jesus would have us do if he was still here…” and “On a scale of 1 to 5, how confident are you that Jesus will return in the next two weeks?” Just when Peter asked, “Who wants to share first?”, a mighty wind blew through the windows and sucked all the sticky notes right off the walls. They knew that often in scripture God was present in cloud and wind. Next, they saw a flame above the heads of each one and yet, not a hair was lost. No one had to say it out loud, but they all thought, “This is what it was like when Moses saw the burning (unconsumed) bush!”
Scripture says they were filled with the Holy Spirit. They were filled with the power of the Spirit and empowered by it. One sign of this power was their ability to communicate the gospel in many languages. Yes, it was a miracle of communication, but more significantly, it was the birth of a community. That community abides today as the Christian Church, even with its flaws and failings. Today, we are the faith descendants of those original Pentecost people.
The questions before us this Pentecost 2024 are: What sets your hearts and your hair on fire now? Where do you find your passion? What concern/issue/injustice/need keeps you up at night and how might the power of the Holy Spirit work through you to address it? How do you tell the gospel story that burns within you?
These were all things our ancestors in faith had to figure out in their generation. They made mistakes. They squandered opportunities. But they were also brave. They were willing to be guided in a new direction. They trusted that God was in the wind and fire, and in the midst of their messy ministry. They had a lot of “what now” questions and so do we. We have gratefully inherited the trust and confidence in God of those first disciples. And so, with the Holy Spirit by our side – on we go!
John 17
11And now I am no longer in the world, but they are in the world, and I am coming to you. Holy Father, protect them in your name that you have given me, so that they may be one, as we are one.
Most of us own a Bible or maybe six, but a lot of us have something more than that. We have a relationship with Scripture. When the Bible has been a part of your life, most of your life, you have a history with it.
Some stories and passages are connected to significant events, good and bad. Maybe you hear a scripture read and think about how that was read at your wedding, or your mother’s funeral, or your child’s baptism. Maybe your Sunday School teacher had you memorize a particular passage, or another passage was a special scripture at confirmation camp. I have a relationship with this verse in John 17, where Jesus prays for us and asks that we all might be one as he and the Father are one.
I pastored in one community for 11 years and it was a tradition in that town to have an ecumenical Thanksgiving service. So, pastors and congregations who most of the year did very little together – Ebenezer AME, First Presbyterian, St. Nicholas Catholic, First Baptist, St. Paul’s Lutheran, St. Mark’s Episcopal, First United Methodist – came together to prepare the lowest common denominator worship service we could agree on to show some Christian unity and give thanks. The pastor who tended to be the leader, always wanted us to use John 17 as the gospel reading because in his view, what Jesus was praying for was that all Christians would be the same, that we wouldn’t have all these divided denominations.
During a good bit of the 20th C, predominately White American denominations spent a lot of time working on finding ways for denominations to come together. But it seemed to me then, and seems even more to me now, that Jesus calls us to unity around much more than the fact that some of us are Lutheran and some of us are Baptist.
Jesus’ prayer for his disciples (called the High Priestly Prayer) includes four interrelated requests. One scholar put it this way: First, he asks God to protect them from fragmentation so that they will remain one in heart, purpose, and intent; and that they will come to know themselves as one body, one communion, one fellowship despite their many differences, nullifying the impulse toward division and discord.
The story of creation tells us that God created the world with immense diversity. At the end of it all, God proclaimed it “good.” Unfortunately, through our human history tainted by sin, we are highly suspicious of difference and diversity. We prefer people in judgmental categories: best, good, average, poor, unsatisfactory.
Jesus prays that his disciples (the first ones and us latter ones) will be one in the gospel, one in mission, one in the way we love our neighbors as ourselves. It doesn’t seem like anything else matters – political party, race, blood type, health, mental ability, sexual orientation, religious denomination, yada yada, yada.
The one thing that matters is our unity in the gospel. That’s the sweet spot. When we strive toward this, we help Jesus’s prayer come true. I think it makes him smile.
John 15
You did not choose me but I chose you. And I appointed you to go and bear fruit, fruit that will last, so that the Father will give you whatever you ask him in my name. 17I am giving you these commands so that you may love one another.”
Jesus told his disciples that he wanted them (and us) to bear fruit, fruit that will last. For those of us in the midlands of South Carolina, it’s strawberry season and before long, it’ll be peach season. Fruit stands pop up on rural roads selling fruit just picked from local fields. Getting a little plastic basket of super-fresh strawberries is such a treat. Buy more than that and you’ve got decisions to make. The problem is, no matter how fresh the fruit, it's hard to make fruit last very long on the kitchen counter. You can put it in the refrigerator to gain a little time, but then you’ll lose a lot of flavor.
If you buy a big bucket of strawberries, you can only “make them last” by preserving them into jam or freezing them for future use in smoothies. Perhaps Jesus taught his disciples to “bear fruit that will last” to challenge them to think of how to make fragile fruit last.
Of course, Jesus was speaking of metaphorical strawberries, peaches, olives, and figs. He was teaching how to be disciples who work for love and justice. How do we bear such juicy fruit and how do we preserve it for future generations?
Let me tell you a story.
As Mother’s Day approaches, I thought about one of the most inspiring women I’ve known. Ruth Youngdahl Nelson was the wife of a Lutheran pastor, a writer, speaker, homemaker, and advocate for justice and peace. Ruth is best known for her protest of nuclear weapons after she visited Hiroshima and stood in solidarity with mothers in Japan. When she was 78 years old, Ruth was arrested because she tried to stop a Trident submarine from entering a port in the northwestern United States. I can still see the picture of her rowing a small boat in her yellow rain slicker with white hair blowing in the breeze as she was dwarfed by that gigantic submarine. When a reporter asked her why she had done such a thing, she just said, “I did it for the children.”
Ruth Nelson was a mentor in preserving the justice fruit of discipleship, not because of this one act, but because of her life-long dedication (fruit that lasts and lasts) to building relationships with all kinds of people. Her parsonage home in Washington, DC, was a house of hospitality where everyone was welcome for meals or for a night’s sleep. In the 1950s their Lutheran church was the first one to integrate racially. Ruth was an inspiration, an encourager, and a pusher – and she was a mother.
I didn’t know Ruth personally, but I did know her children, David and Mary. David was the pastor of Bethel New Life Lutheran Church on the West side of Chicago. That part of the city was full of poverty, unemployment, and racism. His sister Mary, taking up the preserved jars of justice from their mother, founded a faith-based community development corporation that focused on housing and jobs. Under her 27 years of leadership, that organization grew from a $9,000 endeavor to over $14 million a year with 350 employees. Mary didn’t row a little boat in front of submarines, but she rowed a metaphorical one in front of politicians and major corporations. Fruit that will last for sure. Bethel New Life continues to be a powerhouse congregation and corporation of delicious, preserved justice.
I share a reflection on the four scripture readings for the Fifth Sunday of Easter by Austin Shelley. His original title was, “On watch.” I encourage you to read the delightful and powerful story from Acts 8. The last paragraph of this article was meaningful to me as I hear story upon story of church struggles and new possibilities in our season of the church. This is our watch.
Acts 8:26-40; Psalm 22:25-31; 1 John 4:7-21; John 15:1-8
Retired US Coast Guard captain Donald Coffelt once urged me, his pastor, to rest. “On a ship at sea, someone is always ‘on watch,’” he explained. “When one person’s watch is finished, the person coming on duty salutes and says, ‘I have the watch.’ The person leaving salutes back and replies, ‘You have the watch.’ There is never a gap, and everyone gets time to rest.” On the heels of this sage advice, he also issued an accompanying offer to keep watch over a task so that I might step away and trust the necessary work to capable colleagues and lay leaders.
Sharing the watch emerges as a unifying theme across this week’s lectionary texts. Fruitful ministry becomes sustainable when it is shared, person to person and generation to generation, and only when we recognize the idolatry of believing we must discern God’s will—or set out to do God’s will—alone.
The Ethiopian eunuch of Acts 8 is under no delusion that a life of faith is a solo endeavor. A man accustomed to shouldering heavy responsibility, he is unembarrassed by his desire for deeper understanding. Led by the Spirit, he rightly discerns that he needs a guide—a companion—to help him grasp the words of the prophet Isaiah.
When Philip, also led by the Spirit, goes down from Jerusalem to Gaza to function as this guide, he takes up the watch. Beginning with the very scripture with which the eunuch had been struggling, “[Philip] proclaimed to him the good news about Jesus.” It behooves us to note that it is necessary for Philip to meet the eunuch at the place where the eunuch is, not the other way around. When offering to take up the watch, we do well to meet the current watch keepers where they are instead of expecting them to come to us.
Roadside water appears, the sight of which causes the eunuch barely to contain his enthusiasm for receiving the sacrament of baptism. Philip obliges and is immediately snatched away to Azotus to proclaim the good news of Jesus Christ all the way to Caesarea. Alone again, but still dripping with baptismal waters, the Ethiopian eunuch takes up the watch once more, this time as one who is claimed by Christ and called to follow in the way of the suffering servant of Isaiah.
This week’s epistle lesson and psalm echo Acts’s call to shared ministry while simultaneously lifting up the source of the love that fuels the mission of the church. 1 John 4:19 succinctly proclaims the order of things: “We love because [God] first loved us.” The final verses of Psalm 22 invite us to consider both the unending love and dominion of God and our role in receiving and extending that love from one generation to another.
Psalm 22 is likely better known for its opening verses, recited by Jesus from the cross: “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” While I do not suggest, as some biblical scholars do, that in his moment of deep agony Jesus is intentionally invoking the entire psalm, I do believe that the ending of Psalm 22 provides perspective when we find ourselves and those we love suffering and feeling forsaken by God.
As the Lord once gave his servant Job the benefit of a tiny glimpse of God’s eye view, so the psalmist herself widens the lens of her experience of suffering without backing away from its gruesome reality. Thus, the psalmist’s lament “I am poured out like water, / and all of my bones are out of joint; / my heart is like wax; / it is melted within my breast; / my mouth is dried up like a potsherd, / and my tongue sticks to my jaws; / you lay me in the dust of death” faithfully co-exists with the promise of God’s ultimate deliverance: “Posterity will serve [the Lord]; / future generations will be told about the Lord, / and proclaim his deliverance to a people yet unborn, / saying that he has done it.”
The gospel text reminds us that even shared ministry will bear no fruit unless it is rooted in God. Disciple to disciple, and generation to generation, may we abide in God, sharing the watch as we traverse the unending sea of God’s abiding love.
Acts 2:42-47
42[The baptized] devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching and fellowship, to the breaking of bread and the prayers.
43Awe came upon everyone, because many wonders and signs were being done by the apostles. 44All who believed were together and had all things in common; 45they would sell their possessions and goods and distribute the proceeds to all, as any had need. 46Day by day, as they spent much time together in the temple, they broke bread at home and ate their food with glad and generous hearts, 47praising God and having the goodwill of all the people. And day by day the Lord added to their number those who were being saved.
For a lot of us church folk this Fourth Sunday of Easter is called “Good Shepherd Sunday.” That’s because every year, like liturgical clockwork, we read some part of John 10, where Jesus declares himself our Good Shepherd. And because of that, we read Psalm 23, and then sing just about every hymn in the hymnbook that has the words “sheep” or “shepherd” in them. We’re sheep, Jesus is our shepherd. We’re provided for and protected in all times and circumstances. Nothing wrong with that message except that we shortchange the scriptural message a bit.
We need to ask what it means to not only celebrate the resurrection, but what it means to be Easter people. If we are well-shepherded sheep, what does that mean for our lives moving forward? This passage from Acts 2 is a vivid illustration of what we are to do as ones who follow our risen shepherd.
This account in Acts of the newborn church after Pentecost Day talks about their newly created lifestyle as Jesus-people. We hear of how they created a new household, a family not bound by blood but by baptism. All who came to this new family sold all their possessions and put them in the offering plate. All these resources were used for the common good. What they owned, they owned together. Sharing bread and sharing God’s Word were their top priorities.
What they show us is how sheep led by a Good Shepherd created a shepherding community where all are provided for, protected, and cared for. This isn’t always who we are, but it’s who we are meant to be. Strangely enough, on this Good Shepherd Sunday, we should think less about what it means to be like a sheep and more about what it means to be like a shepherd.
A few days ago, I shared Psalm 23 in my Thursday chapel time with the homeless. Eating the Moon Pies I brought and drinking coffee, there they were: a mentally ill man who couldn’t stop talking, another who couldn’t engage at all, another former gang member from Los Angeles, some who had been in prison, and all who were homeless, of course. I said, if you know this psalm feel free to say it with me. I began, “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want,” and they joined in with full voice, “he leads me beside still waters…” I continue to be amazed at their knowledge of scripture and the theology of faith. And after we recited, “I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever,” we talked for an hour about how to shepherd each other since God has done such a good job of shepherding all of us.
Luke 24
36bJesus himself stood among [the disciples] and said to them, “Peace be with you.” 37They were startled and terrified, and thought that they were seeing a ghost. 38He said to them, “Why are you frightened, and why do doubts arise in your hearts? 39Look at my hands and my feet; see that it is I myself. Touch me and see; for a ghost does not have flesh and bones as you see that I have.” 40And when he had said this, he showed them his hands and his feet. 41While in their joy they were disbelieving and still wondering, he said to them, “Have you anything here to eat?” 42They gave him a piece of broiled fish, 43and he took it and ate in their presence.
I often remind my parishioners that Easter isn’t one day but is 50 days long. There is “Easter Day” and there is “Eastertide.” The ancient Church’s reason for celebrating for 50 days (something few can sustain), is because the gospels tell stories of the risen Christ walking on wounded feet around the Galilee for 40 days until he ascended into heaven. Fifty days after Easter Day is the Festival of Pentecost when the Holy Spirit comes among us as comforter and challenger.
But Eastertide isn’t about celebrating the empty tomb for 50 days, it’s about an on-going discovery, one Easter dinner at a time. For more on the topic of Easter dinner, I offer excerpts from an article written in 2006 by Bishop Craig Satterlee. He was my professor and doctoral advisor when we were both affiliated with the Lutheran School of Theology in Chicago. He is a great preacher and liturgist in our church. This is his reflection on a resurrection story in Luke 24:
The risen Christ breaks bread in Emmaus and then eats fish in Jerusalem. Easter, or at least the first Easter as Luke describes it, is not as much about an empty tomb as about food. Jesus spends Easter Day eating. His followers celebrate Easter not at an empty tomb, but around a table. So, we might consider Easter as a multicourse meal rather than a trip to the empty tomb, and experience resurrection by eating.
We enter Jesus’ dinner party between two of the courses. The 11 are discussing the first of these courses, bread served to Cleopas and a companion. In Emmaus, Jesus took the bread, blessed and broke it, and gave it to them. Cleopas reports that they talked a lot about scripture, and experienced Jesus as risen.
Our minds turn to two other meals, an earlier and a later course in Jesus’ Easter feast. Jesus served the earlier course in an upper room on the night of his arrest. Sitting with the disciples, Jesus took, blessed, broke and shared the bread. He referred to the bread as his body and to the accompanying cup as the new covenant in his blood. It was a Passover meal, so scripture again figured prominently. Jesus serves the later course—Jesus’ body and blood “in, with and under” bread and wine—whenever Jesus’ followers come together to share scripture and gather around the table.
Just as we begin to connect the dots between the meal in the upper room, the meal at Emmaus and our celebration of the Lord’s Supper, we look up and see Jesus standing in the midst of Cleopas and his companion, the 11 and those who are with them. Everyone is terrified, so Jesus shows his hands and feet and invites his friends to touch him. But our minds are on food. What is Jesus doing with the broiled fish? We get it: Jesus has indeed risen from the grave because apparitions do not eat. But is ghost-busting the only reason that Jesus eats broiled fish?
Bread and fish are not much of an Easter dinner. Why bread and fish, loaves and fishes? Our minds race to other meals that appear to be courses in Jesus’ resurrection feast. Jesus served the first of this pairing in a deserted place when he blessed bread and fish and gave them to a multitude. All ate their fill, and there were leftovers to boot. This meal served as a foretaste of the feast that Jesus will serve when the reign of God comes in all its fullness. Surrounded by people of every time and every place, surrounded by all of creation, Jesus will serve up the great and promised feast, the final course of Jesus’ resurrection banquet. No one will be hungry; all will be satisfied. The last will be first and the first will be last, and the feasting will continue forever.
What about all those other meals Jesus attended and served? Could Jesus’ eating and drinking with the poor, the outcast and the despised also be courses in this resurrection feast? Jesus certainly raised people to new life at those dinner parties! And if resurrection happened at those tables, does that mean that Jesus, risen from the dead, is present and bringing new life to every table at which the hungry are filled, the despised are loved, the outcast are welcome, and the poor receive the reign of God?. . .
It may be easier to testify to the risen Christ by making a trip to the empty tomb than by eating around a table. A trip to an empty tomb confines Easter to very early morning on that first day of the week when women went to anoint Jesus’ body. We know when, where and how resurrection happened. We know when Easter is over.
Celebrating Easter by eating means that Jesus could show up, that resurrection could happen, at any table, at every table. We have no way of knowing when, where and how the risen Christ will bring new life. Rather than being confined to one day, or to 50, Jesus’ Easter feast continues as one meal leads to another, and tables get larger and larger, and closer and closer together.