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.
Tuesday, October 17, 2017
A Different Sort of "Me Too"
To you I lift up my eyes,
O you who are enthroned in the heavens!
As the eyes of servants
look to the hand of their master,
as the eyes of a maid
to the hand of her mistress,
so our eyes look to the LORD our God,
until he has mercy upon us.
O you who are enthroned in the heavens!
As the eyes of servants
look to the hand of their master,
as the eyes of a maid
to the hand of her mistress,
so our eyes look to the LORD our God,
until he has mercy upon us.
Have mercy upon us, O LORD, have mercy upon us,
for we have had more than enough of contempt.
Our soul has had more than its fill
of the scorn of those who are at ease,
of the contempt of the proud. Psalm 123
for we have had more than enough of contempt.
Our soul has had more than its fill
of the scorn of those who are at ease,
of the contempt of the proud. Psalm 123
If you've been online at all the last few days, you can't have missed the "Me Too" posts, women letting the world know that they too have been sexually assaulted or harassed. My own Facebook page is filled with friends, family, and colleagues who've added their "Me Too" to the growing list. And I can only assume that many others have chosen not to go public with their own experiences.
My initial response to the posts is a mix of sadness and anger. But if I am honest with myself, I also must admit to a reflexive reaction that attempts to soften the impact of all those "Me Too" posts. "Exactly how is 'harass' being defined," I thought to myself. Then I recoiled at my own (male?) reflex that wanted to find a way to make the problem less terrible. No wonder women don't feel safe calling out male behavior. They know from experience that even "allies" may be inclined to dismiss them.
My own male, knee-jerk reaction didn't make it out of my head, but I saw others that did, sometimes from people I assume to be very sympathetic to those posting "Me Too" online. "Women sometimes harass men," read a comment to one "Me Too" on Facebook. Likely a true statement and perhaps not offered with bad intent, but if not then surely another reflexive reaction that softens the impact, that makes the problem seem less terrible. Just as a culture of white supremacy finds it easy to believe African Americans exaggerate the bias, prejudice, and danger they face, so too male supremacy finds it easy and convenient to believe it isn't really all that bad for women.
The psalmist uses words that perfectly capture how easily those with status and power dismiss those who do not share that status and power. "Our soul has had more than its fill of the scorn of those who are at ease, of the contempt of the proud." In addition, the psalmist is quite sure that God will respond with mercy to the cry of those dismissed and scorned.
Jesus seems to agree, publicly proclaiming that he has come "to bring good news to the poor... release to the captives... to let the oppressed go free." Jesus spends much of his ministry with those who are dismissed, scorned, and held in contempt by the privileged, the powerful, the religious, the comfortable. And so one might well assume that the followers of Jesus, that the Church, would be the champion of all who are scorned and held in contempt. But alas...
From time to time, I find myself deeply disillusioned with Church. It's not that I expect the Church to be perfect. It is made up of sinful people, all who are profoundly shaped and influenced by culture and society. My own reflexive minimizing of "Me Too" is a perfect example. But while any church will be imperfect and caught up in the larger sins of its society, surely the Church should still offer hope, should still be a beacon for those scorned and held in contempt.
At times we are. We do engage in mission and ministry with those the society dismisses and abandons. But as anyone who has ever worked in a church will tell you, we spend a lot more time and energy worrying about ourselves than we do worrying about those Jesus said he came to help.
My own "progressive" congregation is part of a denomination that has ordained women for decades and now ordains LGBT folk. We have a wonderful Welcome Table program that feeds hundreds and provides financial assistance for those in need. But we also have a white, male lead pastor (me) and a female associate pastor. I can count on my hands the members of color, and discussion about becoming more diverse can run into a fierce allegiance toward the white, Western forms of worship and music most prefer, even claims that these are "superior."
In ways sometimes intentional and sometimes not, we continue to model the white, male structures of our society. And if someone points this out, we have our own reflexive reactions that minimize the problem or absolve us of blame.
Perhaps I and many others in the Church could use a different sort of "Me Too" hashtag, one that says, "Yeah, me too. I'm a part of the problem." Perhaps that could help us better embody the words from my denomination's "Brief Statement of Faith."
In a broken and fearful world
the Spirit gives us courage
to pray without ceasing,
to witness among all people to Christ as Lord and Savior,
to unmask idolatries in Church and culture,
to hear the voices of peoples long silenced,
and to work with others for justice, freedom, and peace.
Sunday, October 15, 2017
Sermon: Discovering Our Christ Identity
Philippians 4:1-9
Discovering Our Christ Identity
James Sledge October
15, 2017
Back
in the late 80s there was a hit song by Bobby McFerrin entitled “Don’t worry,
Be Happy.” It was the first a cappella, number one song, with all words and
accompaniment voiced by McFerrin. It was infectious, and many resonated with the
words. “Ain't got no place to lay your head; Somebody came and took your bed, Don't
worry, be happy. The land lord say your rent is late; He may have to litigate; Don't
worry, be happy.”
Perhaps
this is good advice, an antidote for our anxious, worried age. Perhaps being
happy can be a discipline, like the practice of gratitude that has become
popular of late. Some say that keeping a gratitude journal changes their
perspective and helps them to see the good in the world. Perhaps we can find
happiness and get rid of worry in similar fashion.
In
his letter to the church at Philippi, Paul sounds a bit like McFerrin. He
speaks of not worrying about anything and rejoicing always. He is in prison
when he writes, but no matter. Don’t worry, rejoice.
But
does that really work, especially in the face of the news of late. Horrible
fires in California. Many areas of Puerto Rico still cut off from help and aid.
People still are hospitalized in Las Vegas with terrible wounds, and many more
grieve loved ones lost there. Surely none of us would dare say to any of these
folks, “Don’t worry, rejoice.”
But
Paul is not recommending rejoicing as a pastoral care technique or a strategy
for dealing with trouble. His rejoicing is not so that something will happen.
His rejoicing is something that he cannot help because of what he experiences
in his relationship with the risen Christ, because he is “in Christ.”
Sunday, October 8, 2017
Sunday, October 1, 2017
Sermon: Fearless Living and Nominal Christians
Matthew 21:23-32
Fearless Living and Nominal Christians
James Sledge October
1, 2017
I’ve
had the opportunity to visit the Smithsonian’s National Museum of African
American History and Culture twice since it opened a year ago. I know that many
of you have been, and I hope all of you will take the time to see it at some
point. On both my visits there I was struck by a quote etched into the glass
covering one of the displays.
It’s
by Olaudah Equiano who, along with his sister, was kidnapped as a child in
Africa and sold as a slave in America.. Equiano gained his freedom prior to the
American Revolution, left the colonies, and settled in London. There he wrote
his memoir and became something of a celebrity and important figure in the British
abolitionist movement.
He
had become a Christian while still in the colonies, but he must have struggled
to reconcile his faith with what he had seen done by Christian slave owners. In 1789 he said, “O, ye nominal Christians!
Might not an African ask you—Learned you this from your God who says to you, Do
unto all men as you would men should do unto you?”
In
the little research I’ve done, I found nothing to suggest that Equiano ever
abandoned his Christian faith, but his lament is commonly echoed by those in
our day who have given up on the church. They see little difference in those
inside the church and outside it, other than the claim of faith. Like Equiano,
they might ask what exactly we learned from our God, from this Christ we say is
or Lord, our Master.
This
problem of faith existing more in name than in action is apparently nothing
new. Jesus addresses it in this morning’s gospel reading. He is teaching in the
temple on the day after his big, parade-like entry into Jerusalem. Jesus had
caused a ruckus then by coming to the Temple, driving out those selling animals
for sacrifice, and turning over the tables used to exchange foreign, profane
coins into those that didn’t violate the commandment on images and could be
used for offerings. Now Jesus is back, no doubt attracting the same sort of
sick and poor and sinners and riff raff he always does, and the leaders approach
him.
“What
gives you the right to do all this?” they ask. But Jesus doesn’t answer their
question. Instead, he asks them about what authority they do recognize. “Answer
that, says” Jesus, “and I’ll tell you where my authority comes from. Did the
baptism of John comes from God?”
They do not recognize John the Baptist as
having divine sanction, but they are unwilling to say so publically. So Jesus
moves on, telling a parable of two sons told by their father to work in the
vineyard and then asking, “Which of the two did the will of his father?”
Wednesday, September 27, 2017
Sunday, September 24, 2017
Sermon: Imagining a New Reality
Matthew 20:1-16
Imagining a New Reality
James Sledge September
24, 2017
I
was still in elementary school Elvis Presley’s movie career ended, but his
movies ran on television regularity when I was growing up, and I probably saw
most of them. I can’t say that I recall very much about them. Elvis didn’t
really make cinematic masterpieces, but there is one that made a bit of an
impression on me.
I
don’t remember the name of the movie or the larger story line, but I do
remember a court hearing where an unscrupulous child welfare worker tries to
take away the adopted children in an odd, extended family where Elvis is a adult
son. Most vividly I recall two, young, twin boys among these adopted children. I
didn’t remember their names, but thanks to the internet, I now know they were
Eddy and Teddy.
In
a recurring gag, these boys have to share a candy bar. I could have this
backwards, but we’ll say Eddy would always break the bar in half, but not
actually in half. One piece was always significantly larger. Naturally Teddy
noticed this inequity and complained about it. At which point Eddy would bite
the extra length off and hold the two pieces up again, satisfying Teddy that he
was now getting an equal share. Near the movie’s end, Teddy figures out he’s
being scammed. And during the court hearing, when Eddy pulls the trick yet
again, Teddy grabs the two pieces from him, bites off the extra length himself,
and hands one of the now equal parts back to Eddy, with the judge as an
astounded, sole observer.
Now
I have my doubts that any real child would have taken as long as Teddy to
figure things out. In my experience, issues of fairness are pretty high on
children’s radar from an early age. “That’s not fair,” is a common childhood
lament, and most parents have to deal with the “fairness” issue from time to
time.
Did you ever wonder why children become
so concerned over whether or not a sibling of friend got a bigger slice of cake
or a bit more ice cream? If I have a tasty slice of cake, why does it really
matter if anyone else’s slice is a little larger? Why is this a fairness issue?
Sunday, September 17, 2017
Sermon: Absurd Love - Absurd Community
Matthew 18:21-35
Absurd Love – Absurd Community
James Sledge September
17, 2017
The
problem of needing to know more about a scripture passage’s context in order to
understand it has showed up so frequently of late that I wonder if we don’t
need a Bible version of that real estate adage, “What are the three most
important things in real estate? Location, location, location.” Except our
answer would be “Context, context, context.”
Take
today’s reading. It’s not a stand-alone parable. Our verses are the final
lesson in a larger set of teachings, the last big teaching moment Jesus has
with his disciples prior to Jerusalem and the cross. That says something about
their importance. And because Matthew uses private moments with the disciples for
Jesus to speak directly to the Church, that says something about how important
these words are for us.
There
is an interesting ebb and flow in these teachings. They start with Jesus saying
that we must become like children to be part of God’s kingdom, that those who
are humble like a child are called greatest in the kingdom. Jesus then shifts
from actual children to “little ones,” a phrase that speaks of those new to
faith. Here the emphasis is about how terrible it is to cause a little one to
stumble, and about the great lengths we must be willing to go to avoid
stumbling ourselves. Jesus goes on to say how important these “little ones” are
to God, telling the parable of a shepherd who leaves the ninety-nine sheep to
find the single lost one.
Jesus
then shifts gears, insisting that this community also be a place that holds its
members accountable. He lays out a method for confronting those who sin. Meet
privately first. If that doesn’t work, a few members should speak to the
person. If that fails the entire congregation gets involved, and finally, the
offender is to be cast out.
It
is in this context of holding community members accountable that Peter speaks
in our reading this morning. Quite likely Peter is thinking of the elaborate
process Jesus has described of confronting offenders alone, then with a few
members, then before the congregation. Perhaps Peter has in mind some difficult
folks he worries will abuse this process. They’ll cause trouble and resist
correction until they’re on the verge of being thrown out. But later they’ll go
back to their old ways, and the process would start over again. Surely there
have to be some limits to this. “Is seven times enough, Jesus?”
Monday, September 11, 2017
Mixed Feelings
Like most Americans born prior to the early 1990s, I can recall where I was and what I was doing when I first heard that an airliner had struck one of the twin towers in New York City. Now comes another 9/11, and people are remembering. My Facebook feed is filled with posts of pictures labeled "Never Forget," tributes to first responders and those who died, and calls for God to bless America.
I must confess that I experience mixed emotions as I remember. Some 9/11 memories are horrific and terrifying, but they are not the cause of my mixed feelings. It is important to remember failures and sufferings in order to prevent their happening again. My jumbled feelings are more about what happened in the wake of the 9/11 attacks.
Take the frequent refrain of "God Bless America." I hope God does bless America, but in a 9/11 context that request often seems to include an unspoken corollary. "And curse our enemies." We might well expect God to be against those who commit horrendous acts of terror, but that's different from God being pro USA. As a verse from this morning's psalm says,
The LORD is good to all,
and his compassion is over all that he has made. (Ps. 145:9)
The God becomes a flag-draped, star-spangled God, we have abandoned the God of Jesus, of the Bible, and embraced a tribal idol.
On a more positive note, many recall the days after 9/11 and wistfully remember the pause in the bitter partisanship that has come to dominate American politics and life. For a brief moment, the shared crisis overcame division. In similar fashion, the desire to help recent hurricane victims can momentarily bring disparate folks together in common cause for good.
Our coming together post 9/11 did feel good, but it had an element not found in response to natural disasters, an enemy. Having a common enemy can be tremendous unifying force. Osama bin Laden was as much the enemy of Democrats as he was of Republicans, of liberal as conservatives, and the threat he posed dwarfed the enmity between political parties, making it seem trivial for a time.
Sometimes we humans seem to need enemies. They provide an "against" by which to define our group, and enemies are often a more powerful, unifying force than anything our group is "for." Fear is a powerful motivator, and enemies merit fear. But fear is also a great manipulative tool, especially when used to inflate a true enemy or even to create one where none exists.
Following 9/11, some felt the need to make an enemy out of all Islam. It made things simpler, neater, and for Christians it had the added benefit of making our group the "good guys" and theirs the evil enemy. Creating such an enemy proved so compelling that many embraced the idea despite a complete lack of logic of facts to support it.
Enemies, especially those deemed mortal enemies, lose their humanity to some degree. Their deaths become necessary, even a good thing to be celebrated. When all of Islam becomes the enemy, the death of civilians ceases to matter so much. The same thing happened with Nazis and Japanese during WWII. Wholesale slaughter of civilians was seen as acceptable.
I wonder if Jesus' commands us to love our enemies because he wants to undermine our ability, our apparent need and desire, to demonize "the other." If we took Jesus seriously and truly saw our enemy as another neighbor to love, how might things look different? Put another way, if America actually were a Christian nation, how might our post-9/11 response have been different?
And so, on 9/11, I will engage in somber remembrance and reflection. I will mourn for those who died, for those who continue to die from terrorist attacks, and for the many more civilians who have become "collateral damage" in our war on terror. I will hope for lessons learned that may prevent future 9/11s, and I will pray for peace in the world. And I will wonder if the world, or Christians for that matter, will ever actually embrace the way of Jesus.
I must confess that I experience mixed emotions as I remember. Some 9/11 memories are horrific and terrifying, but they are not the cause of my mixed feelings. It is important to remember failures and sufferings in order to prevent their happening again. My jumbled feelings are more about what happened in the wake of the 9/11 attacks.
Take the frequent refrain of "God Bless America." I hope God does bless America, but in a 9/11 context that request often seems to include an unspoken corollary. "And curse our enemies." We might well expect God to be against those who commit horrendous acts of terror, but that's different from God being pro USA. As a verse from this morning's psalm says,
The LORD is good to all,
and his compassion is over all that he has made. (Ps. 145:9)
The God becomes a flag-draped, star-spangled God, we have abandoned the God of Jesus, of the Bible, and embraced a tribal idol.
On a more positive note, many recall the days after 9/11 and wistfully remember the pause in the bitter partisanship that has come to dominate American politics and life. For a brief moment, the shared crisis overcame division. In similar fashion, the desire to help recent hurricane victims can momentarily bring disparate folks together in common cause for good.
Our coming together post 9/11 did feel good, but it had an element not found in response to natural disasters, an enemy. Having a common enemy can be tremendous unifying force. Osama bin Laden was as much the enemy of Democrats as he was of Republicans, of liberal as conservatives, and the threat he posed dwarfed the enmity between political parties, making it seem trivial for a time.
Sometimes we humans seem to need enemies. They provide an "against" by which to define our group, and enemies are often a more powerful, unifying force than anything our group is "for." Fear is a powerful motivator, and enemies merit fear. But fear is also a great manipulative tool, especially when used to inflate a true enemy or even to create one where none exists.
Following 9/11, some felt the need to make an enemy out of all Islam. It made things simpler, neater, and for Christians it had the added benefit of making our group the "good guys" and theirs the evil enemy. Creating such an enemy proved so compelling that many embraced the idea despite a complete lack of logic of facts to support it.
Enemies, especially those deemed mortal enemies, lose their humanity to some degree. Their deaths become necessary, even a good thing to be celebrated. When all of Islam becomes the enemy, the death of civilians ceases to matter so much. The same thing happened with Nazis and Japanese during WWII. Wholesale slaughter of civilians was seen as acceptable.
I wonder if Jesus' commands us to love our enemies because he wants to undermine our ability, our apparent need and desire, to demonize "the other." If we took Jesus seriously and truly saw our enemy as another neighbor to love, how might things look different? Put another way, if America actually were a Christian nation, how might our post-9/11 response have been different?
And so, on 9/11, I will engage in somber remembrance and reflection. I will mourn for those who died, for those who continue to die from terrorist attacks, and for the many more civilians who have become "collateral damage" in our war on terror. I will hope for lessons learned that may prevent future 9/11s, and I will pray for peace in the world. And I will wonder if the world, or Christians for that matter, will ever actually embrace the way of Jesus.
Sunday, September 10, 2017
Sermon: Wearing Jesus
Romans 13:8-14; Matthew 18:15-20
Wearing Jesus
James Sledge September
10, 2017
The
first church I served as a pastor was in Raleigh, North Carolina. It was part
of New Hope presbytery, and I served on the presbytery’s mission committee. One
of the issues facing us was a call to participate in a boycott of the Mt. Olive
Pickle Company.
The
cucumber growers in eastern North Carolina used immigrants in the “quest
worker” program to harvest the crops Mt. Olive used to make pickles. These
migrant workers moved from place to place, following the harvest seasons up the
coast. The wages were low, and the conditions in the camps that the growers
provided were often appalling. But the workers had little recourse other than
to return to their home country.
The
boycott emerged through the efforts of the Farm Labor Organizing Committee, or
FLOC. They wanted to Mt. Olive to buy only from growers who paid a decent wage
and provided minimal working and living conditions. But Mt. Olive said they
couldn’t do that. They did not buy cucumbers directly from the growers. In a
system that seemed to serve little purpose other than to provide for such an
excuse, growers sold cucumbers to grading stations that in turn sold to Mt.
Olive. They could then say, we don’t deal directly with any growers. How can we
tell them what to do?
And
so FLOC called for a boycott. The National Council of Churches, which many
mainline denominations belong to, got on board, and so New Hope Presbytery’s
mission committee met with representatives from FLOC, Mt. Olive, and others in
order to make a recommendation to the presbytery about whether or not to join
the boycott.
We
held a Saturday event in the town of Mt. Olive, at Mt. Olive Presbyterian
Church, where various folks spoke for or against the boycott. One of the
stronger voices against was the pastor at Mt. Olive Presbyterian. Pickle
company managers and executives were faithful members there, and their pledges
kept the church going. This, he claimed, meant the church had no right to
criticize their employer. The denomination, he said, had no business judging
their employer or them. They were people of faith who supported their church.
What right did the church have to turn around and criticize their means of
earning a living?
The
presbytery didn’t agree and ended up supporting an, ultimately, successful
boycott. But Americans often do view faith as a private matter of the heart,
not open to judgment, even from the church. This idea showed up in last year’s
presidential election. Pope Francis commented on a proposed border wall, "A
person who thinks only about building walls... and not of building bridges, is
not Christian.” Candidate Trump fired back. “For a religious leader to question
a person’s faith is disgraceful. I am proud to be a Christian. No leader,
especially a religious leader, should have the right to question another man’s
religion or faith,”[1]
I
suspect a lot of Americans, even ones who don’t like President Trump, tend to
agree, but Jesus and the Apostle Paul do not. Jesus makes clear in today’s
verses that the faith community should confront members who live contrary to
his teachings. It is to be done as kindly as possible, seeking reconciliation
and restoration, but it must be done. Previously, in his Sermon on the Mount,
Jesus said that calling him Lord does not matter if you don’t do God’s will. “By
their fruits you will know them,” he says. That raises an interesting
question. What is it that Christians are known for?
Wednesday, August 30, 2017
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