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.
Monday, December 2, 2019
Sunday, December 1, 2019
Sermon: Advent, Eschatology, and Moral Arcs
Isaiah 2:1-5
Advent, Eschatology, and Moral Arcs
James Sledge December
1, 2019
Recently I’ve seen a number of articles and posts on social media commemorating thirty years since the fall of the Berlin Wall. What a momentous time. The Soviet Union collapsed. East and West Germany became one country. Former puppet regimes began new lives as independent nations. And people heralded the end of the Cold War.
There
was great hope for the future and talk of a “peace dividend.” America was the
sole remaining superpower, and many hoped that military spending could be
curtailed, allowing increased funding for social programs, education,
infrastructure projects, and so on.
There
were reductions in nuclear arsenals. Military spending remained flat for a few
years, but no big peace dividend materialized. After 9/11, military spending increased
dramatically, and we’ve been in an endless “war on terror” ever since. Now
Russia’s war in Ukraine and interference in US elections feels a little like a
return to Cold War days.
Through
much of history, hopes for peace often seem to disappear like mist burned away
by the morning sun. “Peace on Earth” will soon by plastered all over Christmas
cards and Christmas displays, but our hopes for peace always seem to get
overwhelmed by our tendency towards violence and war.
Back
in 1928, France, the US, and Germany signed something called the “General Treaty for Renunciation of War as an
Instrument of National Policy,” better known as the “Kellogg-Briand
Pact.” By the time the treaty went into effect a year later, the majority of
the world’s nations had signed it, including all the major players in World War
II, which would begin only ten years later.
Sunday, November 24, 2019
Sermon: Failing the Cowboy Test
Luke 23:33-43
Failing the Cowboy
Test
James Sledge November
24, 2019
I was sitting on the couch
watching television the other night. More accurately, I was looking for
something to watch. I pulled up the channel guide and scrolled through it, but
nothing really grabbed me. As I got to the very end, I saw a listing that read
simply, “Cheyenne.”
I used to watch a show called
Cheyenne when I was a little boy, and so I clicked on it to see if it was that.
Sure enough, there, in beautiful black and white, was Clint Walker starring as
Cheyenne Bodie.
Now I suspect that many of you
have never heard of either Cheyenne Bodie or the actor who played him, but the
show was a huge success when it aired from the mid-1950s to early 60s. According
to Wikipedia, it was the first hour-long Western and the first hour-long
dramatic series of any sort to last more than a single season.
Cheyenne was a large and muscular, but a gentle fellow, at least until someone needed justice. Then he was more than willing to use his brawn, or his gun, to set things right.
Cheyenne was a large and muscular, but a gentle fellow, at least until someone needed justice. Then he was more than willing to use his brawn, or his gun, to set things right.
Cowboy heroes were all over the
television when I was a boy, both in afternoon reruns and in primetime. There
were many variations in the slew of Westerns that filled the airways, but in
most all of them, the dramatic climax of the show came when good defeated evil
in a fist fight or a gunfight. Good put evil in its place, and, for a moment at
least, things were right with the world again.
My and many others’ notions of
heroism and bravery and masculinity were shaped by Cheyenne and the Lone Ranger
and Marshall Dillon and Roy Rogers and on and on and on. These heroes weren’t
afraid to fight for what they believed in, even when the odds were against
them. A real hero, a real man, might not want to fight, but he was more than
ready to do so in order to defend himself or others.
I wonder if this isn’t one reason
that so many of us Christians struggle with following Jesus. He asks us to live
in ways that are contrary to accepted notions of strength, of bravery, of
masculinity, of might and right. He tells us not to fight back. He tells us to
love our enemy. He says not to seek restitution when someone takes something
from us.
Jesus fails miserably at the
cowboy test, the superhero test. Yes, he does best his opponents in verbal
repartee on a regular basis, but when push comes to shove, he refuses to fight
back. When he is arrested, he goes meekly. When people give false testimony at
his trial, he makes no attempt to defend himself. When he is convicted for
being a political threat to the empire, he raises no objection. No wonder that
when the risen Jesus comes along a pair of his disciples on the afternoon of
that first Easter, they say of him, “But we had hoped that he was the one…” They
had hoped, but clearly he was not. If he had been, he would not have gone down
without a fight. If he had been, it wouldn’t have ended like this.
Sunday, November 17, 2019
Sermon: Saying "Yes" to God's New Day
Isaiah 65:17-25
Saying “Yes” to God’s New Day
James Sledge November
17, 2019
A
few weeks ago, one of my Facebook “friends” posted this on her page. “When the
time changes next weekend could we please go back to 1965 when life was
simple!!!!! I think most will agree the 60’s were the best years of their
life!!!”
“Most” here obviously doesn’t include anyone born
after 1970. It might not include those who served or lost loved ones in
Vietnam. It’s probably doesn’t include civil rights marchers who faced dogs,
fire hoses, beatings, and death threats. But for many, including an eight year
old me, it did seem a wonderful, simple time. We lived what I thought was the
nearly idyllic life of a typical suburban family. Oh, for life to be that easy
again.
Nostalgia
is a way that many of us react when things are not going as well as we’d like. As
with my Facebook “friend,” it usually involves some selective remembering that
focuses on the good and forgets the bad. Those who want to make America great
again, recall a time when American was in its ascendency, the preeminent
superpower with a growing middle class, burgeoning suburbs, and an interstate
highway system beginning to be built. Of course this nostalgia forgets the large
numbers of people who were systemically excluded because of race, gender, sexual orientation, and so on.
It forgets the ecological damage being done without the least bit of concern.
There’s
a lot of nostalgia in the church these days. Remember when the sanctuary was
always full? Remember when the confirmation class had forty youth in it?
Remember when we couldn’t find enough rooms for all the Sunday School classes?
Remember?
Of
course nostalgia forgets that 1950s Christianity often actively supported laws
enforcing racial segregation and criminalizing sexual orientations or behaviors
seen as “deviant,” The Church gave religious sanction to American society,
speaking in biblical terms of a new Jerusalem, in exchange for the culture all
but requiring people to participate in religion. But it was an easier time to
be church, although Jesus did say that following him would be difficult.
Tuesday, November 12, 2019
Sunday, November 10, 2019
Sermon: Rightly Ordered Priorities
Rightly Ordered Priorities
James Sledge November
10, 2019
I’m
not sure when children’s sermons became a standard part of American worship
services, but my church had them when I was a child. As with other elements of
worship, there are resource books on children’s sermons. I have a couple of old
ones that a retiring pastor gave me. Unfortunately, almost all the ideas are
object lessons, practical examples used to explain more abstract ideas about
faith. But child development experts say that object lesson don’t work with
young children whose thinking is too concrete, which explains why it is often
adults who enjoy the children’s sermons while the little ones fidget through
them.
A
colleague once shared with me a children’s sermon on tithing. I really like it,
but it’s another object lesson. And so I’m using it in a regular sermon. A
basket of ten apples represents a person’s income. Our faith says that all we
have is a gift from God. The only thing God asks is that we use the first part
of our gifts to do God’s work.
God
has given me ten apples. A tithe would be one of them, so I will give one apple
back to God. And I still have a whole basket full to use for the things I need
and want.
But
very often, people don’t do it that way. I take my ten apples and buy a car and
food, pay rent, take a vacation, fund hobbies, pay for streaming and cell
service, and so on until little is left. Then I think about giving to God, but it
would be everything I’ve got.
I
can’t imagine that many young children ever made head nor tails of this lesson,
but the point is a good one for those of us old enough to understand. The
practice of generosity is much, much easier when it comes first. It is
difficult to be generous when you only give from what is left over after you
are done.
That’s
true of faith and discipleship in general. If we seek to follow Jesus, to pray,
study, serve others, worship, and so on, only after we’ve done everything else
we need and want, there is never enough time or money left over.
Faith,
discipleship, true spirituality, are largely about getting life rightly ordered.
On some level, we know this intuitively. You may have heard the adage, “No one on their deathbed
ever said, ‘I wish I’d spent more time at the office.’” We nod our heads in
agreement yet we still struggle with disordered priorities.
Wednesday, November 6, 2019
Sunday, November 3, 2019
Sermon: Experiencing Love, Sharing Love
Experiencing Love, Sharing Love
James Sledge November
3, 2019
I
read an article the other day about recent research on partisanship in America.
It said that 9 in 10 Americans say they are “frustrated by the uncivil and rude
behavior of many politicians.” But at the very same time, 8 in 10 Americans are
“tired of leaders compromising my values and ideals” and want leaders “who will
stand up to the other side.”[1]
It
would seem, at least the case of partisan divides, that Americans decry the
political boundaries that divide us into camps, recognizing that these
divisions are caustic and destructive. And yet, these same Americans want
“their side” to fight against the other. We lament our divisions while, at the
same time, encouraging them.
And
in case you haven’t noticed, politics is just one of many things that create
“us and them” dynamics. We divide by race, income, gender, age, education
level, and more. Some boundaries are more rigid than others, but we learn at an
early age how to navigate and deal with them. It doesn’t take long for school
aged children to recognize divisions between rich and poor, in and out, cool and not so cool, athletes and nerds, and so on.
Religion
gets in on the game, too, with all sorts of boundaries, some clear, some
subtle. Are you a member? Are you saved? Do you believe the right things? Do
you fit in or not?
We’re a liberal church. We’re a conservative
church. We’re a liturgical church. We like highbrow music. We like praise
songs. I suppose that some such preferences are unavoidable, but we often take
it a step further. It’s not really church if it doesn’t have the right kind of music, right kind of liturgy, right political stance, or, perhaps, no
political stance. And if you don’t think such boundaries fence people out here
at FCPC, serve at one of our Wednesday Welcome Tables and observe the hundreds
of people there. Then observe how nary a one returns for worship on a Sunday.
They know that they don’t belong.
Tuesday, October 15, 2019
Sunday, October 13, 2019
Sermon: In Their Shalom, You Will Find Yours
Jeremiah 29:1, 4-7
In Their Shalom, You Will Find Yours
James Sledge October
13, 2019
Has
the ground ever shifted under your feet, something you thought sure, permanent,
certain, unchanging, suddenly failed you? For much of the 20th
century, American factory workers assumed there would always be good,
high-paying manufacturing jobs with pensions for them and their children. But
then factories began to close, and jobs began to dry up.
On
a more personal level, someone you counted on, the one person you were certain
would always be there for you, suddenly betrays you. It could be a spouse, a
best friend, a child, a parent, but the trauma of such a betrayal can leave
people unmoored and at a loss for what to do next.
American
Christianity, or perhaps I should say, American churches have experienced the
ground shake under them as well. It happened more gradually than a factory
closing or a spouse leaving, but it has been no less devastating for many
congregations.
When
America sought a return to “normal” after World War II, church was assumed to
be a big part of that normal. As suburbs exploded in the 1950s, denominations put
scores of new churches in them. Mainline denominations like Presbyterians,
Lutherans, Methodists, and Episcopalians used a formula that almost always
worked. If we build it, they will come. People were “supposed” to go to church,
and so the new neighborhood churches easily found new members while existing
congregations built additions to handle all the people.
Those
were heady times for Presbyterians and others. We enjoyed significant influence
in the public square. Our seminaries were filled with bright young minds.
Denominational headquarters swelled and expanded. “The Protestant Hour” was
broadcast on over 600 radio stations nationwide, as well as on the Armed Forces
Network.
I
grew up assuming that you went to church on Sunday morning, unless you were
Jewish. It was a fairly safe assumption in 1960s South Carolina. Nothing much
else happened on Sunday morning. The stores and movie theaters were closed. The
pool didn’t open until after lunch, and no youth sports team even thought about
playing or practicing.
I
suspect that many congregations assumed it would always be so. The suburbs
would keep growing and so would the churches. We would keep building new
churches, keep holding worship services, and the people would keep streaming
in, encouraged by a culture that expected religious participation as a part of
American citizenship.
But
for many of you here today, such a world has never existed. You grew up with
Sunday soccer leagues, walk-a-thons, 5Ks, and other community events. Almost no
businesses closed on Sunday, and church was just one option in a plethora of
them.
Wednesday, October 9, 2019
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