Sunday Sermon text - Post Easter Let-Down

John 20:19-23

Post Easter Let-Down

James Sledge                                                                                     May 1, 2011

I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed, but all four of the gospels in our Bible are really short.  The Gospel of John that we just heard from is only about 30 pages long.  And that means that there is a great deal about Jesus and his followers that we just don’t know.  For example, what happened to Jesus’ father, Joseph.  Other than his brief appearance at the beginning of Luke and Matthew, he is never seen again.  Lots of scholars presume that he must have died before Jesus began his ministry, but there is no way to be certain.

I wish there was a bit more detail provided in our gospel reading for today.  We’re told that it is Sunday evening, late in the same day when Peter and the beloved disciple had seen the empty tomb, and Mary Magdalene had met the risen Jesus.  She had gone to the disciples and told them what had happened, but we hear nothing about how they reacted, whether or not they believed her.  John tells us nothing more until the verses we just heard.  And when the story resumes, we still learn nothing about what the disciples had done all day.

Do you think all the disciple all went to the tomb during the day?  Did they hang out there hoping Jesus would appear to them as well?  And when Jesus didn’t show did they conclude that Mary’s imagination had gotten the better of her in a darkened graveyard?  Did they decide that the empty tomb was one last insult, with Jesus denied a final resting place, his grave desecrated?  I don’t know.

But when darkness descends, the disciples gather behind locked doors, hiding from the same religious authorities who had come after Jesus. 

No doubt they had talked about the outlandish possibility that Jesus was alive, but there wasn’t a lot to say.  Either he was or he wasn’t, and they really didn’t know what it meant either way.

And so I suspect that they were doing what most people do when all their plans for the future have collapsed around them; they look back; they reminisce.  Think of the kind of conversations that took place after they had finished with, “Do you think he’s alive?”  “I don’t know.   What do you think?”   Once that had been around the room a few times surely the conversation began to shift toward, “Hey, remember that time Jesus changed water into wine?  Man, that was something.  People said it was the best wine they had ever tasted.”

“Yeah, and what about that time when he fed all those thousands of people with that one little boy’s lunch basket?  That was wild.  I thought the crowd was going to rush us and try to make Jesus king right then and there.”

Like members of the high school football team at a class reunion, the disciples would recall the excitement and the triumphs of those times they had spent with Jesus, the good ole days.  And there were probably a lot of sighs as they looked back on those heady days, wondering if they would experience anything remotely like that ever again.

If you’ve ever been to a funeral home visitation, you’ve likely engaged in something similar.  You’ve reminisced with others about those times when…  People have smiled and laughed and remembered and sighed, knowing that it’s all in the past.

I’ve also heard something a bit similar in some church congregations.  “Remember when the confirmation class had 50 youth in it?  Things were really bustling back then.  Remember when the nursery was overflowing with babies, and we would sometimes baptize five or six on a single Sunday?”  Such conversations sound a lot like the ones I imagine the disciples having behind locked doors.  Not that we have to hide behind locked doors, but we do often hide away in our sanctuaries.  We do our own thing, hidden away from a world that scarcely notices us.  And we remember those good ole days when we were big time, when mayors and governors and presidents wanted to be seen with us, when they sought advice from pastors and theologians.

But sometimes as we reminisce, as we get all nostalgic about the good ole days, Jesus shows up just like he did on that first Easter.  And if we become aware of his presence, we may squirm just a bit wondering what he must think of us, huddled in our sanctuaries, dutifully going to church, safely hidden away from the world.

You’d think Jesus might be ticked, but instead he says, “Peace, Shalom; God’s grace be with you.  Peace, Shalom; wholeness and life to you.”  He reminds us of our calling, and then he breathes on us.  If that sounds a bit odd, it is an echo from the creation story in Genesis.  God formed a man from the dust and then breathed the breath of life into him.  And in the biblical languages breath and spirit and wind are all related words.  Sometimes it’s not clear when the Bible is talking about wind from God and when it’s the Spirit of God.  And when Jesus comes into our midst he breathes the breath of life, the Spirit comes, the wind blows and moves everything around.

Church sanctuaries are sometimes rather stuffy places, even musty places that don’t feel or smell very alive.  But then Jesus breathes, the wind blows, the Spirit moves.

Barbara Brown Taylor tells of a time when she, an Episcopal priest with a Sunday off, decided to get far away from her Anglican roots.  She happened to be in Memphis and so she chose to attend Al Green’s Full Gospel Tabernacle, where the service begins at 11:00 and ends in the neighborhood of 2:00.  There was a huge choir, a full band, and a sound system cranked way up.  The service began slowly, but then it grew, finally reaching full tilt.

Then they sang and danced and raised hands in the air for the next three hours.  Children stood in the pews and stomped their feet. People started to get caught up, to be “slain in the spirit,” as the saying goes.  One woman jumped up and ran around the sanctuary two times.  Another woman danced so vigorously that she fell to the floor where she continued to thrash about.  The ushers covered her with a sheet so her slip wouldn’t show.

Taylor says she felt like she was caught in a thunderstorm.  She made herself small and held perfectly still.  Lightening didn’t strike her which took as her prayers being answered.  But she says that later she began to wonder about her reaction.  Was she just uncomfortable with that worship style, or was she unnerved at the thought of the Spirit coming over her? 

When Jesus shows up that first Easter evening, I’m sure that the disciples were overjoyed to see him, to know that he really was alive.  But I wonder if they were less thrilled about the Holy Spirit.  The Spirit certainly wasn’t going to let them keep the doors locked. The Spirit was going to turn their lives upside down.

Back when I served as the chair of our regional governing body’s Committee on Ministry, one of my jobs was to approve the elaborate forms congregations must fill out describing themselves as part of our denomination’s system of searching for a pastor.  I read a lot of these forms, and I came to realize that most said something very similar.  In so many words nearly all of them said, “We’re warm and friendly, and we want to grow.”  Even congregations with 15 members and on life support said this;  and their dwindling group sat behind closed doors, doing church, and wondering where the people were.

By contrast, there is much life and vitality here, but I still hear the occasional, “Remember when…”  I still hear the occasional voice that suggests we turn inward, do what we do, maintain, hold the fort.  But then Jesus shows up.  He blesses us.  He sends us.  He breathes life into us.  The Spirit moves, the wind blows, stirs things up and scatters them all around.  And the living body of Christ moves on the face of the earth.

Spiritual Hiccups - Alabama Tornadoes and Dry Bones

When I stare at this morning's pictures from places such as Tuscaloosa or Pleasant Grove, Alabama, today's Ezekiel reading on the dry bones seems entirely appropriate.  Ezekiel's vision is meant to describe total devastation.  An army has been slaughtered on the battlefield and their bodies simply left to decompose.  There was death, destruction, and the final indignity of no proper burial.

Some of the scenes in Alabama and other parts of the Southeast seem every bit as terrible.  In places, nearly everything is gone, replaced by piles of rubble with a few skeletons of trees, their limbs and barks ripped away, poking up here and there.  The prophet Ezekiel could just as easily have been set down in a scene such as this and then asked, "Mortal, can these bones live?"

Gazing on such scenes, amidst unanswerable question of "How?" and "Why?" the immediate and pressing need is practical, hands-on help: rescue workers, places to stay, supplies, money, volunteers.  And as Christians, we are most surely called to help provide this.  But the need for hope is there, too, and that need will quickly grow.

During Lent our congregation has done a study using the book What's the Least I Can Believe and Still Be a Christian: A Guide to What Matters Most.  The author, Martin Thielen, has provided an online study guide for such use, as well as a guide for an accompanying sermon series.  The final session for the seven week study - which our congregation will actually do this Sunday - is entitled, "Jesus' Resurrection: Is There Hope?"  And in the sermon helps is the story of tornadoes that struck Piedmont, AL in March of 1994.  A twister struck the Goshen Methodist Church as they celebrated Palm Sunday.  Nineteen people died, including the pastor's four year old daughter.  The pastor and 86 others were injured.  Pastor Clem performed 19 funerals that week, including her own daughter's.  And as the week went on, she began to get calls asking, "Reverend Clem, are we having Easter this year?"

Pastor Kelly Clem recognized that what people were really saying was, "Reverend Clem, we desperately need Easter."  And she realized that she desperately needed it, too.  And so she and members planned an Easter sunrise service.  And to a reporter's question about the disaster shattering her faith, she said that faith was what was holding her together, that all the people were holding on to each other and to the hope of rebuilding.  And she added, "Easter is coming."

On Easter morning, 200 people gathered in the yard of the destroyed church.  Pastor Clem, head bandaged and her shoulder in a brace, stood at a makeshift pulpit, opened a Bible, and read from Romans 8: "Nothing in all creation can separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord."

Why?  Why did the horrific events of last night happen?  I do not know.  I cannot answer such questions.  But I can answer Ezekiel's question.  Yes, these bones can live.  Nothing is beyond God's power to redeem and make new.  Nothing is beyond the hope of resurrection.  Nothing in all creation can separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.  Thanks be to God!

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Spiritual Hiccups - Bearing Fruit

One of the hallmarks of Protestantism is the idea of Scripture topping all other sources of information about God, salvation, true human life, etc.  Back during the Reformation, the Latin motto Sola Scriptura, or Scripture Alone, said that the Bible contained all that was needed for faith, life, etc. and that Church traditions needed to be measured and critiqued by Scripture.  (The motto never meant that no other sources of information were good or true or to be considered.) 

Therefore we Protestants like to think of ourselves as biblically shaped and formed.  We think of our faith and beliefs as embodying what it says in the Bible.  Unfortunately, we do not always confer with the Bible on these assumptions.  We simply assume that the beliefs we cobbled together from what we heard at church and what we picked up here and there are, in fact, solid biblical faith.

Yet the Protestant focus on "justification by grace through faith" - a very biblical idea - has often so overshadowed other parts of Scripture so that our presumed biblical faith gets reduced to, "Believe in Jesus and go to heaven."  The notion that God lovingly embraces us without regard to any merit of our own (grace) is a solidly biblical concept.  But the idea that God wants nothing from us other than to believe in or accept our "salvation" through grace requires ignoring large parts of the very Bible we claim as the source of our faith.

Today's gospel is simply one of many such texts.  Over and over in today's reading, Jesus calls his followers to "bear fruit."  He says to "abide in" him, which happens when we keep his commandments.  Now I don't suppose anyone is likely to keep Jesus' commandments without believing in Jesus, but clearly believing in Jesus and obeying his commandments are not the same thing.

I wonder if we Christians don't tend to get off track when we worry too much about "salvation," understood as getting into heaven rather than being left out.  What if we were simply left the "in or out?" question to the gracious love of God, and we focused on being disciples, on following Jesus, on bearing much fruit, on letting him show us the shape of human life as it is meant to be lived?  If the Church turned out people who lived in ways conspicuously different from the world, bearing much fruit and demonstrating the shape of God's coming Kingdom, I wonder if people wouldn't beat a path to our door to find out what we knew that they didn't?

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Spiritual Hiccups - If You Love Me...

If you love me...  That's a loaded phrase if ever there was one.  It can be used to coerce and manipulate.  But that is so only because we all know that love means something, that loving something or someone makes demands of us.  Saying "I love you" is a huge step in a relationship because it carries with it expectations of commitment and changed behavior patterns that fit with that love.

Some Christians seem to reduce the faith to a set of beliefs.  Believe in Jesus and you get a reward.  But Jesus himself doesn't speak this way.  Jesus asks people to follow him, to emulate the sort of life he lives.  And in today's reading, he predicates doing as he has taught on loving him.  "If you love me, you will keep my commandments."

Now and then I have counseled married couples who are struggling.  Often both work very hard at the marriage and are more than willing to change their behaviors for the sake of the other.  But sometimes one or both seem unable to do so.  They are happy when "love" makes them feel good or meets their needs, but they seem incapable of doing something purely for the sake of the other, especially if that involves setting aside their own wants.  In my experience, such people are emotionally quite immature, and it can be very difficult for them to save their marriages unless they can do some significant "growing up."

Sometimes I think that traditional American churches have been very good at bringing people to immature faith.  Such faith is happy with the personal benefits of faith, but it never learns to go much deeper, to develop a loving, spiritual relationship with God that is happy to change behaviors for the sake of that relationship.

But in my own faith, and in the life of many congregations, I see hopeful signs.  And here I think the popular interest in spirituality has been a real blessing to us.  Despite how misguided some pop spirituality helps are, the spiritual hunger behind this has revealed the need for deeper faith relationships, a genuine need that the Church's traditional focus on doctrine and right beliefs has done too little to encourage and nurture.

If you love me... 

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Matthew 28:1-10

Christian Identity: I Hope

James Sledge             Resurrection of the Lord            April 24, 2011

After many years of marriage, Joanne lost her husband following a long illness.  She took his death very hard.  They had a special bond, and she had been extremely dedicated to him.  She did not know who she was on her own, and she struggled to make peace with her loss, to regain any sense of normalcy in her life.

Joanne was also a faithful church person who wanted to help others.  And so after many, many months, she told her pastor that she would like to talk with those who had lost their spouse, to help them through what she knew was a very difficult time.  Her pastor thought that a wonderful idea and encouraged her to connect with a couple of members who had recently been widowed.

Sometime later the pastor received a call from one of those widows.  “How are you doing?” the pastor asked her.  She said that it was hard, but she was doing pretty well.  There were good days and bad, but the good seemed more frequent.  “I’m glad to hear that,” said the pastor.  “How can I be of help?”

“Would you please ask Joanne to quit calling?” she replied.  “I know she’s only trying to help, but she keeps talking about how it doesn’t get any better, how she misses her husband just as much today as the day he died, how the emptiness never goes away.  To be honest, I always feel a lot worse after I talk with her.”

  When we are going through a time of loss or tragedy, someone who’s been through it before can be a God send.  My mother used to volunteer for an organization called CanCare.  They connect peopled just diagnosed with cancer with someone who has gone through cancer treatment in the past. 

The idea is to provide a friend who has already been down this road to walk with the person.  But even more, it is to offer hope.  A CanCare volunteer can say, from real experience, “You can handle this.  You can do it.  Cancer doesn’t have to take over your life.  There is hope.”  That is why Mary’s help was so unappreciated.  It was totally without hope.

Most all of us go through times in our lives when we are lost or hurting or broken, and cannot see a way out.  And while it may be comforting to spend time with someone who understands how we feel, what we most need is hope.   We need hope that we won’t always feel this way, that it will get better, that we will find some meaning and purpose for our life, that we will find a job, that our children will be okay, that a broken relationship can be reconciled, that there is new life after a failed relationship.  We need hope that there is a way from where we are to some place better.

Hope was gone for Mary Magdalene and the other Mary when they set out to the tomb early on a Sunday morning.  They had invested all their hope in Jesus, and now he was dead.  They had followed him from Galilee, had used their savings to support him and his disciples.  But Jesus had been arrested, and his disciples had deserted him.  In Matthew’s gospel, no disciples are there when Jesus is crucified.  But these women are.  Perhaps they are close enough to hear Jesus when he cries out, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”  If so, it must have seemed that even Jesus had lost all hope.

I do not think these women hoped for anything as they went to the tomb, but their love for Jesus would not let them stay away.  Even without hope, they dutifully went to the grave.

But in an instant, everything changed!  An earthquake, a divine messenger, and those words, “He is not here; for he has been raised.”

In our society, Christmas draws a lot of people to Church.  That’s hardly surprising given the emphasis our culture puts on Christmas.  There’s joy and nostalgia and cute story about a little baby.  Even people with no real interest in Christian faith come on Christmas Eve to bask in the warmth of old traditions, the nostalgic glow, and the good cheer of the moment.

Easter, by contrast, receives nowhere near the cultural attention.  No radio stations have been playing non-stop Easter music in the weeks leading up to today.  Our culture’s celebration of Easter pales next to Christmas.  And yet the Churches swell on Easter morn. 

The reason is simple.  We need Easter a lot more than we need Christmas.  We desperately need to hear that the greatest moment of hopelessness the world has ever seen was swallowed up in God’s love.  “He is not here; for he has been raised.”  The very real power of pain and brokenness and loss and evil that all of us encounter, even the power of death itself, is no match for the power of God’s hope, the love of God that is stronger than anything in all creation aligned against hope and life and good.

Along with the author of the book we’ve studied during Lent, one of my all-time, favorite movies is The Shawshank Redemption.  If you’ve never watched it, you really should.  Tim Robbins plays Andy, a bank executive falsely convicted of murder and serving two life sentences in a brutal penitentiary.   There he strikes up an unlikely friendship with a long-timer named Red, played by Morgan Freeman.  And despite his false imprisonment, Andy never gives up hope of someday being free, of one day opening a hotel and operating a fishing boat in a little Mexican town on the Pacific Ocean.  He even asks Red to be his assistant.  But Red warns Andy to let go of his hope.  “Hope is a dangerous thing,” he says.  “Hope can drive a man insane.  It’s got no use on the inside.”  But Andy will not let go of hope.  He even shares hope with others, building a prison library and helping inmates get their high school diplomas.

Finally, after nearly twenty years in prison, Andy pulls of a remarkable escape.  A full scale search ensues, but they never find him.  Not long afterwards, Red is finally paroled, but after a lifetime in prison, he simply cannot adjust to life on the outside.  He is all ready to commit some petty crime so he will go back to prison, but one thing stops him, a promise he made to Andy. 

And so he journeys to a field, finds his way to a particular tree, and the rock wall below it.  And there, buried at the base of the wall is a box containing money and a letter from Andy.  It invites him to come to Mexico, to help Andy get his venture off the ground.  The letter concludes, “Remember, Red.  Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.  I will be hoping that this letter finds you, and finds you well.  Your friend, Andy.”

The very last words we hear in the movie are Red’s thoughts as he rides a Trailways bus to Fort Hancock, Texas.  “I hope I can make it across the border.  I hope to see my friend and shake his hand.  I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams.  I hope.”

The angel said, “ He is not here; for he has been raised.”  And so I hope.

Spiritual Hiccups - Loyalties

I've long been fascinated by the Gospel of John.  When I had to take Greek as a seminary student, John's gospel was the one New Testament book that I could sit down and read using my rudimentary language skills.  Yet despite being written with a grammar school vocabulary, the artistry of this gospel is nothing short of amazing.  John's use of irony (the real kind, not the way the word is most often used today) requires readers to stay on their toes lest they miss an important point.

Never is this more the case than in the events of the Passion.  As Jesus' trial before Pilate unfolds, the Roman governor speaks the truth about Jesus, calling him king, while the chief priests speak the Roman party line, warning Pilate not to be an enemy to the emperor.  At the height of this, when the priests cry, "Crucify him!" Pilate asks, "Shall I crucify your king?"  The priests respond, "We have no king but the emperor," and it is hard to miss that they have just pledged their allegiance to Caesar as king rather than God.

Of course they are not alone.  Jesus' disciples have mostly chosen self preservation over any loyalty to him.  Peter, who had insisted that he would lay down his life for Jesus, has denied even knowing Jesus in order to save his own skin.

A lot of us Christians like to imagine that we would never have joined in the calls to crucify Jesus.  Maybe we would have fled like the disciples, but nothing worse than that.  And that naturally raises the question of where our loyalty to Jesus lies along the continuum of all our other loyalties. 

Most of us have quite a few loyalties: our family, our school, our town or community, our church congregation, our country, our way of life, and the list goes on and on.  Much of the time we think of this as no problem at all.  We presume that loyalty to Jesus goes well with loyalty to family or nation.  Yet Christians with different values and politics (and loyalties?) often find it necessary to envision very different Jesuses to keep this lovely harmony of loyalties in place.

The fact is that Jesus says more than a few things that I prefer to ignore.  I'm not real big on crosses, even the metaphorical kind.  I tend to look out for number one a great deal of the time.  Never mind what Jesus says about giving myself away for the sake of the gospel.  Truth is, at times my loyalty to Jesus is rather conditional.  It depends a lot on how things are going for me at that moment.

And so I suppose it a very good thing that Jesus' loyalty, that God's love for humanity, is a little more absolute.  So says the cross.

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Spiritual Hiccups - Discerning the Body

When I was in high school, I briefly dated a girl who attended a much more evangelical sort of church than I was used to.  They didn't speak in tongues, but they did lay on hands to heal people and expected you to feel the Spirit when you were there.  On one occasion I was there when the Lord's Supper was served, and it was not the sedate sit in your pew and have the bread and little cups passed to you affair that I knew.  You had to get up and come to the table where you were served which was novel to me at that time.  But that was not the part that really stood out.  We were instructed not to come to the table until we could feel Christ's presence, until we felt the Spirit drawing us to the table.

Well I tried.  I bowed my head, focused, and concentrated.  I waited and hoped for something to happen.  I really wanted it to happen.  But after long moments of nothing, I became more and more aware of the movement around me as others went forward.  Eventually I looked up to see that most everyone had already gone to the table.  I was 17 and not real keen on being the one lonely person still in my seat, and so I got up and received communion, feeling just a little guilty.

I thought of that experience reading Paul's words about eating and drinking the Lord's Supper "without discerning the body."  Many people, myself included at one time, hear these words a lot like I heard the pastor's instructions about not coming to the table until I felt Jesus' presence.  But I'm now pretty sure that's not what Paul was talking about.

Paul certainly claimed to have had much more vivid spiritual experiences than I ever have.  But I don't think he talking about anything happening to the bread and wine.  I don't think he talking about how Christ is or isn't present in the Supper.  He's talking about a different body of Christ, the Church.

Paul is addressing a Corinthian church that is experiencing conflict and division, and he is calling them to be one in Christ.  He will develop the image of Church as the body of Christ in great detail a few verses on, but he has already said it here.  "Because there is one bread, we who are many are one body."  Paul is calling the Corinthians, who are eating all the bread and drinking all the wine before the poorer members arrive, to wait for them and share with them.  For if they eat without discerning the body, the gathered body of Christ...

Presbyterians don't do private communion.  We can't serve communion only to the bride and groom at a wedding.  We have to serve the entire congregation.  And when we take communion to people in nursing homes, pastors are required to take an officer of the church with them, to in some small way to bring the congregation to the person. 

I once heard a story about a pastor and elder taking communion to an elderly lady who had been very active in her congregation, but who could no longer attend.  They read some scripture, prayed with the woman, and then the pastor began the familiar "words of institution" which come from this letter of Paul to the Corinthian church.  "The Lord Jesus, on the night he was betrayed, took a loaf of bread..."  As they served this woman, she closed her eyes and said, "I can see Mabel and Sue sitting in the choir, and I can see the Andersons where they always sit."  And for a moment, she was back in the sanctuary, joined to those people with whom she had worshiped and learned and served for all those years.

Now that's discerning the body!

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Spiritual Hiccups - Judged by the Cross

I have to admit that for much of my life I struggled to makes sense of Jesus' crucifixion.  The typical, formulaic notion of Jesus dying in my (and everyone else's) place always seemed to describe a God who was bound by such formulas.  God couldn't simply forgive but was required to exact punishment.  Required by whom?

I was also bothered by what seemed to me a remarkable inconsistency on many Christians' part.  On the one hand we said that Jesus' death was a great and wonderful thing that broke sin and death's power over us, restoring us to relationship with God.  But yet people "blamed" the Jews for Jesus' death.  If the cross was somehow necessary for our sakes, then isn't God the one who actually required it?

And so as I became more serious about my faith, I was relieved to discover that the Bible talks in a number of different ways about the meaning of Jesus' death.  Even the Church, which usually likes to settle such matters definitively, never agreed on a single theology of Atonement, on how Jesus' death changed things.

I suppose I should have realized this much earlier than I did.  The mere fact that providence has bequeathed us four different gospels, each with a slightly different take on Jesus' life, ministry, death, and resurrection, says that a simple formula won't work.  And then the letters of Paul and other letters and writings in the New Testament further wrestle with the meaning of the cross.

All these thoughts came bubbling up when I read John's account of Jesus praying shortly before his arrest.  Unlike in the other gospels, Jesus does not ask that he be spared from the cross, instead rejecting such a prayer saying, "No, it is for this reason that I have come to this hour."  And Jesus says his cross judges the world, and "the ruler of this world will be driven out."  He adds that when he is "lifted up," he "will draw all people to (myself)." 

In John, "the world" is not so much the earth and its inhabitants as it is a way of life that is contrary to God's will.  And here Jesus says that his death judges this way of living, reveals it for what it truly is, robbing it of its power to shape human behavior.  Hence Jesus "will draw all people" to himself.

I saw an intriguing quote the other day in the emailed devotionals I receive each day from Father Richard Rohr.  "The primary story line of history has been one of 'redemptive violence;' the killing of others would supposedly save and protect us. Jesus introduced and lived a new story line of 'redemptive suffering;' our suffering for others and for the world makes a difference in the greater scheme."  And when I read it, it struck me that we and our world are still very much caught up in the story line of "redemptive violence."  This way of the world is judged and condemned by Jesus' death, and yet we hold to this failed strategy, while rejecting the way of Jesus.  We seem remarkably resistant to Jesus drawing us to him and his way.  Perhaps this is why Jesus says so often that we must "Take up the cross and follow." 

But despite our resistance, despite our stubborn allegiance to the ways of this world, Jesus embraces the way of redemptive suffering for our sakes, not as a formula, but as the deepest embodiment of God's allegiance to us and our welfare.  Thanks be to God!

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Spiritual Hiccups - Self Loathing

As the hour of his death draws near, Jesus says that a grain of wheat must fall to the ground and die if it is to bear fruit.  And then he says, "Those who love their life lose it, and those who hate their life in this world will keep it for eternal life.  Whoever serves me must follow me, and where I am, there will my servant be also."  

You know, there are some words of Jesus I sometimes wish had not made it into the Bible.  Here Jesus calls for hating our lives, and in a different passage, he says we must hate parents and family.  So much for family values.

I don't know if it was because of texts such as these, or if it was because of my own Presbyterian/Reformed tradition's focus on human sinfulness, or if it was simply my own tendencies, but I grew up with a fair amount of existential guilt.  I've always been keenly aware of my many failings, to the point of sometimes being my own worst enemy.  And yet the people drawn to Jesus seem not to act this way.  The followers gathered around Jesus often fail spectacularly.  They frequently are confused and befuddled by Jesus, unable to comprehend what he asks of them.  Yet they almost never seem to be beaten down or depressed.  If anything, the atmosphere around Jesus is most often one of joy, and when he speaks of the future, he talks of parties and banquets.

When I was in seminary, I learned that hyperbole was common in Middle Eastern, Semitic speech, and emphatic statements about hating your own life or your family didn't mean quite what they seem to in English.  They have nothing to do with self loathing, but rather are about what one loves most.  "Hate" means "to love less," and so they are about what animates and motivates.  Jesus is calling me to find my deepest meaning and purpose in life from outside my own small concerns, to discover a much deeper and more meaningful life in a life lived for and toward God and others.

Many years ago I was hiking in a National Park when I passed someone who asked me where I was headed.  When I explained to him the sights and views I was hoping to see, he told me that the trail I was on was quite arduous but there wasn't a lot to see unless I had time to follow it for a couple of days.  I said that I was thinking more in terms of hours, and he pointed me to another trail that yielded spectacular vistas.  My encounter with this helpful stranger led to a wonderful day, and I can't say that it produced any feelings of guilt of self loathing over my initial poor choice of trails.  

And Jesus says, "Follow me.  No, not that way, this one that I am showing you."

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