Sermons and thoughts on faith on Scripture from my time at Old Presbyterian Meeting House and Falls Church Presbyterian Church, plus sermons and postings from "Pastor James," my blog while pastor at Boulevard Presbyterian in Columbus, OH.
I've got the television on as I type, watching a college football game. College rules don't allow the same sort of end zone celebrations seen in the NFL, but the players still strike poses, flex their muscles, and pat themselves on the chest. Some of it is genuine celebration, but mostly it's a "grown up" version of "Look at me, look at me!"
Our culture is filled with variations of this. People who quietly do their jobs without getting much notice rarely advance to the top of their company. You have to call attention to yourself. In my denomination, when pastors are looking for a new position, it works much like a secular job search. We have to sell ourselves, trumpeting our strengths and minimizing our weaknesses so that a search committee will "Look at me!"
It's behavior that comes naturally to many, very similar to behavior in other animals. Just watch a nature program that shows males posing and strutting as they seek to attract a mate.
So what do we do with Jesus' words in today's gospel? "For all who exalt themselves will be humbled, and those who humble themselves will be exalted."
Our culture doesn't value humility, probably because our culture is all about striving to make it, to get ahead. At its very core, it is a culture of anxiety. In our anxiety, we are perpetually worried about whether or not we've been noticed, about whether or not we're getting the credit we deserve.
Wouldn't it be nice to live life without worrying, without anxiety? Wouldn't it me nice if we could simply focus on doing what God calls us to do, trusting that what we need would come to us? That is, after all, what Jesus tells us when he says in another place in Luke, "Instead, strive for (God's) kingdom, and these things will be given to you as well."
We believe in Jesus, and we want to follow him. But we sure have a hard time trusting him, don't we.
I have long thought that Jesus' lament over the city of David is one of the more poignant utterances in the Bible. "Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to it! How often have I desired to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, and you were not willing!" The sadness that I hear in Jesus' voice is all the more striking given his description of "the city that kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to it!" Despite the city's long history of spurning God, Jesus wants only to drawn them to himself.
God's desire for us and our resistance... Surely this is one of the great mysteries of our existence. Oh, I know that there are theological formulations that can account for all these behaviors, but from a personal, experiential level, how is it that humanity, that I, can be so unyielding in the face of God's desire?
For my own part, there are many times when I would appreciate God being a bit more obvious about longing to draw me in. Frequently God seems far too subtle for me, and I feel that I must struggle to sense God's desire.
But at the same time, I seem to have an uncanny ability to dismiss and "forget" those moments when God's presence has been more dramatic, when God's desire for me has been palpable. And when I try to remember and draw strength from those moments, too often they feel like someone else's memories, like stories of faith rather than my own experience of it.
What is it about this relationship dance with God that is so difficult for many of us? Perhaps that is why some of us are content with some sort of institutional religion. At least the rules are clear. At least we know just what to do and to expect. But a lot of people are saying this isn't enough. I think that the struggles of traditional churches in our time grow in part from this. People have a vague sense of the poignancy in Jesus' longing for us, and they want to feel it, to know it.
I saw Twitter conversation yesterday that started with someone's speaking of joining a monastery and gradually evolved into talking about how congregations could be urban monasteries. And if this means congregations as places where we all learn how to open ourselves to God's desire, where we learn the steps of the relationship dance with God, then that seems a pretty compelling image to me.
I just checked The Weather Channel homepage, and Tropical Storm Tomas is still headed for Haiti. I suppose this might not be earth shattering news, especially as Tomas is no longer a hurricane, except that there are still thousands and thousands of Haitians living in tent cities in the aftermath of last year's earthquake. And the winds and rain of Tomas come on the heels of a cholera outbreak in these tent cities.
It is easy to look at the situation in Haiti and fall into despair. After all the attention, the donations, and the telethon following the earthquake, the situation is still so dire. And of course Haiti is only one example.
Situations such as this make it easy to understand how the Church took only a few generations to move from talking about God's coming Kingdom to talking about heaven when you die. Jesus spoke over and over about the Kingdom, God's new day that had drawn near, that was at hand. He spoke of how it lifted up the poor and oppressed while pulling down the rich and powerful. But as the years went by, and as the Church was embraced by the Emperor Constantine, by the rich and the powerful, hope for the Kingdom turned into hope for a better life when one died.
We've been talking this way for so many centuries that it is a bit hard even to glimpse the Kingdom that Jesus says is all around us. In today's gospel, Jesus says that the Kingdom is like the tiniest seed or a bit of leaven, something scarcely visible that transforms its world.
As I look at our world, straining to see some signs of the Kingdom, I sometimes wonder why it seems so hard to spot it. Is God dallying in bringing the Kingdom? Or are we blind to the Kingdom and so failing to be the seed and yeast we are supposed to be? Or maybe I simply miss the seed and yeast because they are so small. A little help here, God?
I've probably written about this before so I apologize in advance if you've already heard this. One Sunday as I was preaching, I observed an usher speaking to someone in the narthex. (Glass windows in the back of the sanctuary give me a pretty good view.) I recognized the fellow talking to the usher, though I doubt the usher knew who he was. He stops by the church every now and then, looking for some food or a bus pass. From what I could tell, the usher was polite and kind to the man, but pretty quickly he escorted the fellow out of my field of vision, headed toward one of our main doors which are located on either side of the narthex.
I learned later that the usher had told the man to come back later. We were in the middle of worship and it was not the appropriate time. The congregation never was never aware of any of this. It happened, quite literally, behind their backs. But I imagine that many of them would have approved. We were in the middle of worship, and later would be a better time.
That's essentially the same argument offered by the synagogue leader in today's gospel. He doesn't object to Jesus healing the woman, but her condition was chronic and not life threatening. It could have waited. "There are six days on which work ought to be done; come on those days and be cured, and not on the sabbath day."
At the heart of this conflict is how people of faith live appropriately before God. What sort of things should we do to honor and please God? What are the rules to live by if we want our ways to conform to God's ways? What sort of things take precedence over others?
The Bible frequently encourages worshiping God. It also speaks of refraining from work on the Sabbath. Jewish rules in Jesus' time allowed exceptions to the work prohibition if a life was in danger or if it was a real emergency, but this woman had suffered for 18 years. What would one more day hurt? But Jesus seems to think that helping someone in need is sufficient cause to make a Sabbath exception.
21st Century American Christians typically aren't all that big on Sabbath regulations, so the synagogue leader's actions look like arbitrary, religious legalism to us. But I suspect that nearly all of us who are serious about our faith have our share of arbitrary, religious notions about what is appropriate, how things should be done, etc. And I wonder how often I might find myself trying to prevent Jesus from offering someone healing and restoration, saying, "Come back later. Now is not the appropriate time."
Frost on the last two mornings in Columbus seems to have put an end to my gardening for the season. I don't have space for a big garden, but I manage to plant some tomatoes, peppers, and cucumbers each year. And being from the South, I grow a bit of okra. (If you've never had fried okra, you don't know what you're missing.) I think I enjoy gardening because of the concrete results it produces. Usually my efforts are rewarded with tasty vegetables, often so many that we share them with friends and neighbors. It is a nice change of pace from my work as a pastor, where the impact of my work is often not so tangible.
However, I am not the most patient gardener. In the spring, I watch anxiously for my seeds to sprout, or for the first tomatoes to show. In my impatience, I've occasionally picked something before it was really ripe, or even knocked a tomato or pepper off with my constant examining of the plants. And if I buy a variety of plant that doesn't produce, you can bet I won't buy it again the next year.
And so I understand the frustration of the landowner in Jesus' parable of the fig tree. Year after year he comes to see if the tree has produced any figs, but each year it is barren. Finally, he tells the one who tends his vineyard, "Cut it down!" That seems a logical course of action. But the gardener begs for more time, promising to give it tender care, hoping to coax it into blooming and producing fruit.
A lot of people look at parables and try to figure out who is who in them. Is the landowner God and the gardener Jesus? I suppose a certain amount of that is unavoidable, but I much prefer to simply look at the bigger picture the parable paints without turning it into an allegory.
The elements of this painting are simple. There is a tree that is supposed to bear fruit, but it does not. Clearly fig trees without figs are faulty on a fundamental level, and cutting this one down and replacing it seems more than warranted. But not in this garden. Here every effort is made to allow the tree to become what it is meant to be.
This parable speaks of purpose, of judgment, and of grace. And it ends with waiting. Will grace and tender mercy help the tree become what it is created to be? To frame the question larger, will God's creation be set right? Sometimes religious folks want to hurry the parable along. We want to end the waiting. Some end it with judgment, others with grace, but either move seems to me to hurry the parable. Thankfully the gardener in the parable is the patient sort.
Give ear to my words, O LORD; give heed to my sighing. Listen to the sound of my cry, my King and my God, for to you I pray. (Psalm 5:1-2)
Some people are surprised to learn that a huge number of the Psalms are cries for help. These are often referred to as psalms of "lament," and according to many counts, they comprise the largest single group of psalms. Some of these psalms sound desperate, some plead, and some are downright angry. Some people are surprised by this as well because somewhere along the line they got the notion that railing at God, questioning God, or shaking a fist at God was either an act of disbelief or of disrespect.
And yet a recurring theme in the psalms and many other parts of the Bible is the longing of faithful people for things to be set right. In the Beatitudes, Jesus speaks of those who "hunger and thirst for righteousness" being blessed by God. This simply means that those who long for a broken world to become a place of goodness, peace, hope, and mercy, who experience pangs similar to thirst and hunger when they dream of an end to evil, hate, violence, and exploitation; these are among those God calls blessed.
Curiously, many Christians have exchanged this longing for a better world for a longing for heaven. Indeed some Christians actively disparage people who work to care for the earth because "God's just going to destroy it some day soon anyway." Yet Jesus calls us to pray for God's kingdom and God's ways to come here on earth, as they now are in heaven. It is Jesus himself who holds out the hope of a world where God's will is done. It is Jesus who holds out a vision of a redeemed and transformed world for us to long for, await, and work for.
What do you long for? What does your faith call you to long for? "Give ear to my words, O LORD; give heed to my sighing. Listen to the sound of my cry."
“Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who abuse you.” What on earth for!? What would possess anyone to do such a thing? Did you pray for Osama bin Laden in the days after 9-11?
George W. Bush, who probably wore his Christian faith on his sleeve more so than any president in more than half a century, argued quite forcibly for attacking our enemy before he attacked us, creating the new American doctrine of preemptive war.
And on an individual level, we don’t celebrate the person who calmly “takes it,” who endures abuse. We celebrate the one who stands up for himself. I grew up when Westerns were still popular on TV and the big screen, and the hero was often an every day fellow who, when pushed to his limits by the bad guys, rose up gave them what they had coming.
Truth is, we just don’t know what to do with this love your enemy stuff.
In Luke’s gospel, Jesus’ Beatitudes flow right into his words on loving enemies and turning the other cheek. Luke’s version of the Beatitudes is not as familiar to some of us as those found in Matthew. Not only are the blessings more concrete in Luke – blessings on the poor rather than the poor in spirit – but they are paired with a corresponding list of woes.
Those in the blessed category are the poor, the hungry, those who are weeping, and who are reviled. On the other hand, the rich, those who go to great dinner parties, those who are laughing, and the popular folks are in the “woe to you” group. But this doesn’t sound right. It’s backwards, just like loving your enemies. I don’t know many people who want to be poor, hungry, sad, or unpopular, and the reverse doesn’t sound like a curse to me, far from it.
When I was a kid, The Smothers Brothers were quite popular, with a string of records and a television show. For those who don’t know of them, this musical comedy team involved one of the two brothers, Tommy, playing the fool. In real life he was the one who had created the act, but on stage the comedy came from his misunderstandings and foul-ups played against his “smart,” straight-man brother.
A recurring bit in their act was Tommy’s feeling of inadequacy expressed in the line, “Mom always liked you best.” They even had an album with that title. The album cover featured the two brothers posed like children. Dick stands there grinning as he wears a toy gun and holster, surrounded by a wagon, bicycle, scooter, beach-ball, and assorted and sundry toys as a dog gazes at him. Tommy, on the other hand, is seated, gazing up at his smiling brother. He has not a single toy and is holding a rope, used as a leash for a chicken. The album title is above him, depicted as his spoken words. “Mom always liked you best.”
The “truth” of Tommy’s words is clear for everyone to see. His smiling, happy brother is surrounded by good things while he has almost nothing. Any fool can see that his Mom favors his brother and slights him.
We humans are quite sensitive to such things. “That’s not fair!” cries the young child whose sibling has gotten a slightly larger slice of cake. Even if the Smothers Brothers stretch it for comic purposes, we are anxious about what others have, compared to what we have. From an early age, we compare ourselves to those around us, noticing who is different, who seems to have more, who seems to have less.
When you think about it, we humans are a rather insecure sort. I suppose that there are biological, evolutionary advantages to this. It could provide drive to gather or hunt for enough food to get through the winter. It’s a good survival instinct to notice which potential mate might be likely to provide enough to raise children. It makes sense to worry about whether or not a shelter is sufficient to keep out the elements. From a survival standpoint, our insecurity makes sense.
But once we leave the realm of survival, our insecurities cause more problems than they solve. It begins when we are small. We clutch at what we have, worried we may lose it. We don’t want to share. And we worry about fitting in. We will change our appearance, our clothes, so we can belong. Worse, we will belittle others to make ourselves feel more secure.
Many of us always feel that we are just short of having enough. If we just made a little more money, just looked a little better, just had a little hotter boyfriend or girlfriend, just had that latest high tech gadget, we’d be happy. But somehow we never quite get there.
And when things are going badly, our insecurities really kick in. As we wind down the current political campaign, candidates on both sides play on our insecurities and fears. They know that we worry about all sorts of things, and they seek to stoke those worries, telling us that their opponents don’t simply disagree with them, but they’re out to destroy our way of life, to take away our jobs, our things, our money, our happiness.
Even the Church has insecurity problems. For years mainline churches have looked at mega-churches with a mixture of envy and loathing. Presbyterians have lamented our loss of prestige and power. Fortunately there is always some congregation that is much worse off than us, and we can feel better about ourselves when we realize that we look a lot more successful than that sorry congregation over there.
Often we draw God into our insecurities. Some claim the Presbyterian Church’s woes are because we’ve failed to believe certain things or understand the Bible correctly. Others say America’s woes are because we’ve abandoned certain religious values, taken prayer out of schools, or said “Happy Holidays” rather than “Merry Christmas.”
We seem to think God operates out of the same insecurities that we do. Listening to some Christians you’d think God was worried that all creation could come unhinged. I hear people say God will have to do this or have to do that if people don’t straighten up. Wow, it must be awful being God and having to worry about all the things that could go wrong.
But Jesus presents a very different view of God. Amidst our insecurities about having enough, being good enough, being popular enough, Jesus speaks of God’s blessings poured out especially on those who have next to nothing. Jesus even speaks of those things our insecurities drive us to chase: wealth, popularity, and so on, as being a curse. As a 1st Century, Palestinian Jew, Jesus was prone to speak in hyperbole, but still, he warns us that the insecurities that so motivate us, tend to drive us away from God
Tomorrow is All Saints Day, so we are celebrating it today in worship. But over the years Christians have distorted the original meaning of “saint” so that it now describes a super Christian, someone who has out-Christianed the rest of us. Out of our human insecurities, we have undermined the Bible’s insistence that each one of us is an integral a part of the body of Christ, and we’ve insisted that some are better and so more valued.
But the good news of Jesus is that God is not like us. God has no insecurities. God is not frightened of anyone or worried that someone could undermine God’s happiness or God’s plans. And so God is totally free to love. It upsets our human sensibilities sometimes, but God loves us, not because we are good enough or because we believe the right things or because we belong to the right group. God simply loves us. God loves you, whoever you are, whatever you’ve done or failed to do, and wants what’s best for you, even if God’s understanding of “best” looks quite different from what our fears and insecurities lead us to chase.
On this day when we remember the saints of this congregation who have died, we also remember that Jesus calls us all to be saints. Saints are simply those who have experienced God’s love embracing them, who have discovered that the security of God’s embrace liberates us from our fears and insecurities, and allows us to live as the children God longs for us to be. And when God’s love frees us from our worries and insecurities, the transformation is remarkable. Secure in God’s love, we are free to love, even something so foolish as loving our enemies.
I've blogged on this before, but Peter raises the issue himself in today's gospel. "Lord, are you telling this parable for us or for everyone?" Modern day Christians, especially Protestants, are prone to think of the Bible as an evangelical tool. We presume that everything in it is spoken for everyone, that if we could just get everyone to read it and believe what it says, the Kingdom would surely come.
But of course this is a relatively modern, Protestant notion. For the first 1500 or so years of Christianity, almost no Christians owned a Bible. And no one gave Bibles to non-Christians. It took the invention of the printing press and the development of high literacy rates before Protestants could insist that every individual should read Scripture for himself or herself. And this idea needed to become ingrained before handing out Bibles made any sense as a conversion technique.
All of this is to say that for most of Christian history, the Bible and its teachings weren't not necessarily thought to apply equally to everyone. Jesus himself, in today's reading, suggests that those who weren't aware of what Jesus' return meant would not be held accountable the same way his followers would.
Some Christians are quick to condemn non-believers, but Jesus seems to say that it is believers who need to be on their toes, that they are the ones who will be held to higher standards and scrutiny. And I suspect that if we believers did hold ourselves to higher standards, that might prove to be the most effective sort of evangelistic witness.
I grew up reading Mad Magazine which featured Alfred E. Neuman and his stock phrase, "What, me worry?" Neuman's lack of worry seemed the product of a general cluelessness, not necessarily something to be emulated. And yet Jesus recommends something of Neumanesque pose. "Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat, or about your body, what you will wear."
Jesus also seems to give a nod to another facet of Neuman's character. Neuman appears to be something of a "slacker," not the sort of fellow who would knock himself out to make good grades or participate in lots of extracurricular activities so he would be accepted into an elite college. Our culture rewards endless striving. Parents pick enrichment activities for their toddlers, already worrying about college applications. And yet Jesus says, "And do not keep striving for what you are to eat and what you are to drink, and do not keep worrying."
What do you worry about? What do you expend energy trying to achieve? Some people assume that pastors have an advantage when it comes to living "Christ-like" lives. After all, our work is centered on the faith. And yet we pastors are often caught up in our culture's obsession with success. Countless books and conferences aimed at pastors urge us to work harder and smarter in language that would sound familiar to business managers and leaders. And much of this material that tries to make us "better pastors" feeds off of and adds to a climate of worry. We're worried about church finances. We're worried about aging congregations. We're worried about declining church participation. We're worried about how it looks when a congregation loses membership on our watch.
I don't for a second think that Jesus wants me simply to lounge around doing nothing. But Jesus says my striving should be for God's kingdom, which is not always the same thing as a "successful" congregation, a to-die-for youth program, or a gang-buster stewardship campaign.
What sort of worry and striving occupies your time? What sort of worry and striving occupies your congregation or faith community? I know that a lot of my worrying and striving has little to do with the Kingdom. I wonder if Alfred E. Neuman might be available for a little church consulting.
I readily admit that readings such as today's gospel make me a bit uncomfortable. When Jesus starts talking about being "cast into hell" or how "whoever blasphemes against the Holy Spirit will not be forgiven," I struggle to fit this in with other images of Jesus eating with tax collectors and sinners, with his call to love and pray for your enemies. Perhaps, as a modern "liberal," I'm simply uncomfortable with judgment and accountability.
Perhaps... But I also think some of my discomfort arises from texts such as today's being used in an "us versus them" sort of way. Because we are so accustomed to the Bible being employed for evangelical purposes, we often forget that it was originally written for internal use only. The gospel of Luke was not handed out on the streets as might be done today by the Gideons. The vary rare copies of it (all copies had to be written out by hand) were read aloud at gatherings of churches, often house churches. And so these words are aimed almost exclusively at Christians.
I don't know that removes all the discomfort of these verses, but it does change the focus quite a bit. Nothing is being said here about believers versus non-believers. This is about how believers respond when their faith puts them in jeopardy. In this sense the words seem intended more as encouragement than as warning. They are a call to stand fast in the face of persecution, to trust in God's care for them no matter the circumstances.
And when they are persecuted, "everyone who speaks a word against the Son of Man will be forgiven; but whoever blasphemes against the Holy Spirit will not be forgiven." This is a most curious saying. Speaking against Jesus is not a deal breaker, but the Holy Spirit is another matter. There is debate about just what is meant by this, perhaps something along the lines of: If in a moment of fear a disciple speaks against Jesus, that is forgiven, but if a disciple actively rejects the Spirit's efforts to strengthen and encourage them, that is not.
However, what is clear is that the only ones in any danger in this scenario are Christians. Jesus' words are addressed to believers who face persecution. And isn't it strange that we can take words addressed to us, and somehow turn them so that they speak words of condemnation against others who don't believe the same as we do.
