Called to Reconfigure (Mark 2:1-12)
Called to Reconfigure
First UMC of Pocatello
September 29, 2024
Mark 2:1-12
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This story occurs early in Mark’s Gospel. It is part of a series of stories about Jesus’ first days of public ministry around the Sea of Galilee in northern Israel. I’m going to briefly go over what happened before the healing of the paralytic in Capernaum, because the context of the story helps us understand the importance of what happens in it.
After traveling down into the Judean wilderness to be baptized by John, Jesus of Nazareth returned home to Galilee and began preaching about the kingdom of God. Mark and the other Gospel writers tell us what Jesus’ earliest sermon was: “The time is fulfilled, and the kingdom of God has come near. Repent and believe the good news” (1:15, CSB).
Jesus then called his first few disciples, including the brothers Peter and Andrew. He then attended worship at the local synagogue in a town called Capernaum, performing his first exorcism after a demon-possessed man interrupted the service. News of that healing traveled fast in the small town. By nightfall, the whole population had assembled outside the house of Simon Peter’s mother-in-law, where Jesus and the disciples were staying. For most of the night, Jesus performed more healings and exorcisms, confirming the rumors about his authority over sickness and spirits.
The next day, after a morning spent in prayer, Jesus told his disciples that it was time for them to travel around the region, preaching the message of God’s kingdom in other towns. During those local travels, Jesus encountered a leper, a man considered to be ritually unclean and unfit for normal social life due to his skin disease. Jesus healed him.
The fact that Jesus had transgressed this boundary between clean and unclean, and had cured a disease that was assumed to be incurable, caused news of his power spread like wildfire. He couldn’t travel anywhere without being mobbed, so he started to withdraw into the countryside and to move about from place to place more secretively.
Our story begins with Jesus sneaking back into Capernaum only to have it be “reported that he was at home” (2:1). In other words, Jesus was outed. Predictably, a crowd soon descends upon the house where he’s staying. “So many people gathered together,” Mark writes, “that there was no more room, not even in the doorway” (2:2, CSB). No rest for the weary.
The great crowd clogging the house presents a problem to an odd group of five men who now appear in the story. Here they come, desperate to get into Jesus’ presence. But they don’t come quickly enough. The reason for their delay is obvious. Four of them are carrying a portable cot with the fifth man lying on it, unable to walk. Their breath is heavy, their arms burn. Their hearts sink when they see that there is no room for them to get their friend in ear or eyeshot of Jesus. Mark puts it bluntly: “they were not able to bring him to Jesus because of the crowd” (2:4, CSB).
Right here, I want to point out an important connection between words. When Jesus preached that the kingdom of God had come near, the Greek verb translated as “had come near” is engizō. It means “to approach” or “to be at hand.” In this story, Mark uses a verb with the same root. The four friends are unable to prosengizō, “to come near to,” Jesus. You see, Jesus has brought the kingdom of God near to all people, but some people, at least these five, were being prevented by others from coming near to it. This is not good! In their very effort to enjoy the closeness of God, a crowd of people crammed themselves so tightly into a space that there isn’t room for anybody else.
I don’t think that the size of the building is what the Gospel wants to direct our attention to. After all, Mark says, “[T]hey were not able to bring him to Jesus because of the crowd” (2:4). It’s the people blocking the paralytic from his audience with Jesus through the way they’ve configured themselves in the space.
We configure ourselves in many “spaces”. Physical, of course. But also mental, the way we think about things. And moral, our convictions about what is right and wrong. Cultural, our language and rituals and assumptions about what is normal and what is strange. We configure ourselves theologically according to what we say about God. We configure ourselves politically and arrange power and authority in our community in certain ways.
You see, it’s not just that our buildings can sometimes obstruct some people from experiencing the nearness of the kingdom. No, our thinking and feeling, our doing and assuming, our relating and our organizing can become obstructions as well.
Have you ever felt unwelcome in a Church? Felt like you couldn’t get to the heart of what the people around you found so meaningful, because maybe you talked a little differently, or you saw the world a little differently than the crowd? Have you ever remained on the outside of the gathering, because no one helped you understand what was going on? Have you ever been told, explicitly or implicitly, that you simply were not able or worthy to draw close to God?
Rarely is the problem actual lack of space in the house. It’s usually the crowd’s inability to pay attention or to exercise some holy imagination; it’s the crowd’s unwillingness to change how it’s configured.
I think the rest of the story bears this out. The four friends recovered quickly from their initial disappointment, and they pivoted to a new approach. Up the ladder, onto the roof.
Homes in Galilee at that time had flat roofs made from slats of woods layered over with branches, reeds, and clay. Roofs were used for leisure and work; they were always accessible. Somehow, the four able-bodied friends managed to lift the fifth man and his cot on top of the house. Then they started to make a hole in the roof, breaking apart that plastered mixture of dirt and wood.
Mark may have said that “there was no more room” in the house, but do you know what I think? When clouds of dust and lumps of clay and splinters of dried reeds started to rain down on the people below, I bet that they very quickly managed to get themselves away from the falling debris. Can’t you seem them wincing, looking up confused, seeing more material falling, and then bodying themselves around to at least clear that immediate area. If for no nobler reason than their own self-preservation, certainly they made some room right there at Jesus’ feet, room where there had supposedly been no room.
And I don’t think getting out of the way was their only response. Certainly a few people inside or outside ran to see what in the world was going on. “Hey, what in the world are you doing that for?” But evidently, no one tried to stop it! When they realized the reason for this massive disruption – realized that this mess was being made for the sake of a person who needed help – I bet that they changed their mind about stopping it. They started to help. Can’t you see them now, laughing at the audacity of the four friends, shouting up words of encouragement, reaching up their hands to gently guide the lowered cot down to the floor.
Deep down, we long to see the things that separate us from one another broken down. We crave the expansion of our horizons, the unroofing of our perceived limitations. The stories that sustain us are stories of bold acts born of desperate love, and we want to participate in writing those stories ourselves.
Because of the bold, transgressive act of four friends, a whole crowd of people discovered that they also possessed the power to reconfigure themselves, to reshape the room and redirect their attention. They did it to meet the need of one person who couldn’t, until that moment, come near to the One who had come near to him.
Mark then shows us Jesus’ response to the whole situation: “When Jesus saw their faith, he said to the paralytic, ‘Child, your sins are forgiven’” (2:5).
Their faith… Whose faith did Jesus see? The obvious answer is the four friends’. They made a way where there was no way; they took the roof apart. But maybe he also saw the faith of the people in the house, who made a little room and reached up to help. The faith of a community learning to adapt itself to God’s limitless love meeting our boundless need.
And what kind of faith did Jesus see? It wasn’t faith in him – at least not directly. Obviously, these people wanted to get to him, but there’s nothing to suggest that they had faith in his identity as the Son of God or the Messiah, faith in salvation or eternal life.
Faith, at heart, means trust. Faith is different than belief. We believe that 2+2=4, but we trust a person. I think Jesus was noticing some trust. He was seeing a community trusting that it change without ceasing to be near him.
As long as Jesus abides with us and speaks his word to us, we can tear a hole in the roof and make a mess and change the terms of our belonging all without needing to be afraid of death. The death of who we are or were or will be. Nothing we do should prevent another person from coming near to Jesus. And changing how we come near in order to make more room, that won’t kill us, even if it’s disruptive. There’s life and joy not just on the other side of that change but in the very midst of it.
This is the first instance in Mark’s Gospel when Jesus not only heals someone but tells them that their sins are forgiven. ‘You’re not just healed,’ in other words, ‘but you’re right with me, beautiful and whole in God’s eyes.’ Forgiving sins is only something God can do. In that house in Capernaum, seeing the light pour in through the opened roof, Jesus revealed something deep and profound about himself.
Might it be that the depth of what Jesus will say to us in some way depends upon the breadth of the space we make for others?
If that is the case, let us ask ourselves three questions:
First: How is God calling me to reconfigure my life to make space for somebody else?
Second: How is God calling us, the Church, to reconfigure our life so that everybody can come near?
And finally: How is God calling us to instigate the reconfiguration of the world, not through violence of any kind, but by lifting up the excluded, the overlooked, and the disinherited, and making a good and holy mess on their behalf?
I’ll end it here with Paul’s words from the opening of Romans chapter 12, which strike me as particularly appropriate to the challenges and opportunities facing the Church today:
“Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God—this is your true and proper worship. Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will” (12:1-2).
In the name of God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit. Amen.
The Wesleyan Way, Part 5: Made Perfect in God’s Love
The Wesleyan Way, Part 5:
Made Perfect in God's Love
September 8, 2024
Ordinary Time
Philippians 3:10-12
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Since 1773, every pastor about to be ordained in the Methodist Church is asked a series of questions by their bishop in front of the gathered conference assembly. These nineteen questions are known as the "historic questions," because they date back to John Wesley, the British evangelist and organizer who founded the Methodist revival movement.
A few of the questions have to do with pastoral care. For example, Will you diligently instruct the children in every place? Will you visit from house to house? Some of them are aimed at economics and time: Are you determined to employ all your time in the work of God? Are you in debt so as to embarrass you in your work? (Still working on that last one.) There is a question about trusting the scriptures as adequate sources of divine revelation and a few about honoring and upholding the institutional life of Methodism. But the ones I want to linger with today are the first four, and they go like this:
1. Have you faith in Christ?
2. Are you going on to perfection?
3. Do you expect to be made perfect in love in this life?
4. Are you earnestly striving after it?
And the answer to each of these must be Yes.
Faith in Christ. Okay, that seems like an obvious requirement for Christians. But what's up with these three questions about perfection -- going on to perfection, expecting to be made perfect in love in this life, and striving after such a thing?
If you're thinking that perfection is an idea that can really hurt people in the church, maybe because you've been hurt by it yourself, you're absolutely right. When participating in church is about presenting and maintaining the appearance of a perfect life or or perfect faith or perfect family to others, it can do a lot of damage. If church is about constantly measuring and monitoring ourselves and others -- are we doing and saying all the "right" things? -- it sucks all the joy out our fellowship. We become mean to ourselves and less forgiving of others.
Perfection as a kind of pristine spotlessness has to do with performance, legalism, and conformity, and aren't these tight, airless spaces precisely what Jesus came to break open for us? How many of us have found freedom in the fact that Jesus was perfect so that we don't have to be, and that "while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us" (Rom. 5:8). At the heart of the gospel is this liberating mercy: Our imperfections don't disqualify us from grace; they make us perfect candidates for it!
So why in the Methodist Church are we concerned with "going on to perfection"?
I'd like to try to answer that today as a way of wrapping up our series on Wesleyan spirituality. We've explored four other lasting characteristics of our tradition: experiencing divine love on a personal level, combatting social and economic injustices, organizing members into small groups of mutual empowerment, and singing. We end today with the hope of being made perfect in love in this life, a hope that is not just for pastors, but for all of us. John Wesley once said in a sermon that Christian perfection is “the glorious privilege of every Christian.”[1]
John Wesley did not invent the concept of "Christian perfection." He inherited it, and across his whole life he was engaged in debates about whether or not it was possible for ordinary people to experience it. Christian perfection is the idea that a person who has trusted in Jesus' grace and received the Holy Spirit ought to think and act and love the way that Jesus thinks and acts and loves, that is, perfectly. The Holy Spirit is God, and God is perfectly loving and forgiving. If God dwells in us, that should make a difference. As time goes on, our lives should become more and more transparent to God's life, and our love for others should more and more reflect God's love for us.
Another phrase that Wesley used a lot which is more-or-less interchangeable with Christian perfection is "entire sanctification." To sanctify something is to make it holy, to set it apart and devote it to God. Sanctification is the process of yielding more and more of who we are to the love and service of God. Sanctification requires opening all the dark nooks and crannies of our hurt to the healing light of God, so that they can become sources of power rather than shame. Entire sanctification means that this yielding and opening are complete, and no conscious thought, desire, or act deviates from our love and devotion.
It's important to make a distinction here. We hear perfect and we think No way. People are mortal, finite, prone to accidents and misunderstandings; we aren't all-powerful, we aren't all-knowing, and we can control so very little of what happens to us and around us. And that's all absolutely true. The Greek word often used in the New Testament to convey the idea of "perfection" is the word teleios. (If you're into philosophy it comes from the word telos, meaning end, goal, or purpose.) Teleios means that something has fulfilled its purpose or achieved the goal for which it was made. Perfection understood as teleios is about fruition, ripeness, maturity. Energy, movement, and growth. Perfection is not about being static in a bland, stifling conformity but about growing patiently and devotedly toward the One who is good.
Are you going on to perfection? Do you expect to be made perfect in love in this life? Are you earnestly striving after it? Christian perfection -- it's about holy discontent and restless desire, always wanting more of God, always wanting to grow more mature in the ways of love. If God is love and God is infinite, then why would I impose limitations on what God can do in and through me?
Wesley really believed that anything was possible with God, and that through God, a human life could become perfectly Christlike. And he didn't make this stuff up; he took it from Jesus himself.
In the Sermon on the Mount, Jesus said, "Be perfect, therefore, as your Heavenly Father is perfect" (Matt. 5:48). And it's teleios here. "Be teleios, therefore, as your Heavenly Father is teleios." Fulfill your purpose, which is love, as your Heavenly Father, who is love, eternally fulfills His purpose. Be mature and complete, as God is mature and complete. Even Jesus is just riffing on Moses. Leviticus 19:2: "Speak to all the congregation of the people of Israel and say to them, 'You shall be holy, for I the Lord your God am holy.'" For millennia there have human beings who have wondered how deeply they could travel into love's territory, and if there is any hope today for the survival of the planet, for vitality in our churches, and for joy and equality in our neighborhoods it will come from people who have determined to earnestly walk that same way.
Someone who has ripened into love still stubs her toe, still accidentally says the wrong thing at the wrong time, still gets the flu or overdraws her checking account. Still has to ask others for help. The point is that no matter the experience, the throughlines are humility and compassion and the desire to learn and forgive. In John’s Gospel, Jesus says, “I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.”[2] Paul says, "God is working in you, giving you the desire and the power to do what pleases him" (Phil. 2:13).
In other words, the promised land of ripened love is where we all belong; from time to time we say to a leader in the faith -- be that a pastor or a layperson -- 'make a life out of going on a little ways ahead, and circling back to help us all get there together.' We do a massive disservice to our leaders when we expect everything of them except that they are actively growing in their own love of God. And we do a massive disservice to ourselves if we think the promised land of perfect love is only for these special few. It's for all of us. We are made in God's image. Each and every one of us is good, good, very good in God's eyes.
So, how do we get there? What does earnestly striving toward mature love look like? I ask because if we have to muscle our way to it ourselves, if it becomes an achievement, then it's just empty perfectionism again in another disguise.
Let's hear today's scripture again, from Paul's letter to the church in Philippi: "I want to know Christ—yes, to know the power of his resurrection and participation in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, and so, somehow, attaining to the resurrection from the dead. Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already arrived at my goal, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me." We've explored the second half of what's there, that the journey into perfect love is what we are "taken hold of" for, and that it is something we press on to take hold of.
But that first part is key to the process. Knowing Christ. Knowing his power through participating in his sufferings. Knowing his resurrection by knowing his death. The way of Christian perfection is actually the highest affirmation of our imperfections. It is when we let God into our suffering that the roots of perfect love take hold. The ways in which we suffer and the degrees to which we suffer are different person to person, but the good news is that Christ will not abandon us or cease to be with us in our suffering.
The book of James says, "Consider it pure joy whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you." Letting perseverance finish its work means patiently enduring what comes while actively asking God for help. When we go through life both vulnerably and trustfully, our resistances to grace can be cracked open, and God's love can flow.
God is not the puppet-master of our suffering. And God has zero tolerance for abuse. But in the course of a life, many things come our way that we simply have to endure -- tragedies, sicknesses, sleepless nights; messy relationships, stressful jobs, political uncertainties; failures, sacrifices, grief. The breakthroughs on our journey into love come when we have patiently endured these things without losing touch with our longing for God.
In our pain, Christ communes. In the stripping away of what is worn out and false about us, Christ communes. Jesus emptied himself, and was therefore exalted by God. His love moved downward, toward the ground, toward us. The way to perfection is a way downward. The miserable younger Wesley, who meticulously tracked every moment of his life in a journal to measure his progress on the way to perfection, became the elder Wesley, who was uncertain if he himself would ever reach it and was okay with that, because he was more concerned with approaching each new day humbly and faithfully and sharing God's love with others.
Today, we come to Christ's table. It's a table for all of us. And it's a table especially for the imperfect, the broken, the weak, the suffering, and the uncertain-- for us, who are nevertheless on our way to love's territory. This is nourishment for that journey, a miracle of a table that has been spread before us in the presence of our enemies. And for some of us it is not only nourishment for the journey but a very foretaste of that promised place: it is the Body of Christ, love Himself consumed and incorporated into our being. Thanks be to God. Amen.
[1]Sermon 40, “Christian Perfection” (1741), §21, Sermons (Outler), p. 81.
[2]John 10:10, NRSV.
The Wesleyan Way, Part 4: Singing God’s Love
The Wesleyan Way, Part 4:
Singing God's Love
August 25, 2024
Ordinary Time
Luke 2:8-15
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"This only do I seek... to behold the beauty of the Lord..." (Psalm 27:4).
God is beautiful. To be in God's presence is to be in the presence of beauty. To know God's love is to know that beauty has touched you, claimed you, and lives inside you. Sometimes the beauty of God is hidden, as when we enter the holy darkness of not-knowing, or as Jesus hangs broken and bloody on the cross. Yet beauty shines from these places, too. The beauty of silent mystery; the beauty of total solidarity.
We are made in the image of God. This must mean that God has made us to manifest beauty. The Hebrew psalmist wanted nothing more than to come to God's house, the Temple of Solomon in Jerusalem, and gaze upon God's beauty. The New Testament says to the Church, "You also, like living stones, are being built into a spiritual house..." (1 Peter 2:5). Through Christ, the beauty we so desire, the beauty of God, is not out there awaiting our pilgrimage but latent within and between us; it is waiting to be unleashed through our attention. While meditating on the union of God and humanity in Christ, the early church father St. Irenaus wrote that the glory of God is man fully alive. God has made us to have beautiful lives, beautiful vocations, beautiful homes and neighborhoods, beautiful economics, politics, and art.
Wherever the Spirit of God is at work in the world, you will find people who are making things beautiful, and people who are making beautiful things. You will find people engaged with beauty through the work of restoration: mending what is broken, reconciling those who are estranged. And you will find people engaged with beauty through the work of creation: poems, gardens, paintings, and, unfailingly, music.
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Music.
The good news of God is meant to be sung. This has been true from the beginning. We can't help ourselves. Song records the story; song stirs the heart; song binds the community together.
Our most ancient fragments of the Bible are verses of Hebrew song.
There is the song of Miriam, sister of Moses and Aaron, who, with tambourine in hand, danced and sang of God's victory on the far bank of Red Sea:
Sing to the Lord, for he has triumphed gloriously;
horse and rider he has thrown into the sea. (Exodus 15:21)
There is the song of Deborah the judge, who celebrated the downfall of Sisera at the hands of Ja'el:
Most blessed of women be Jael,
the wife of Heber the Kenite,
of tent-dwelling women most blessed.
She put her hand to the tent peg
and her right hand to the worker's mallet;
she struck Sisera a blow;
she crushed his head. (Judges 5:24, 26).
The good news of God is meant to be sung. It was true, too, at the beginning of the Christian Church. Songs of worship and ancient poetic liturgies came first. The letters and the Gospels of the New Testament, which record some of these songs and liturgies, came later.
The Philippian hymn:
Let the same mind be in you that was in Christ Jesus,
who, though he existed in the form of God,
did not regard equality with God as something to be grasped,
but emptied himself... (2:5-7a)
The Johannine prologue:
In the beginning was the Word
and the Word was with God
and the Word was God. (John 1:1)
Revelation's heavenly worship of martyrs, saints, and strange creatures:
To the one seated on the throne and to the Lamb
be blessing and honor and glory and might
forever and ever! (5:13)
And, of course, the songs of Christmas. Mary's Magnificat. Zechariah's Benedictus. The angelic choir:
Glory to God in the highest heaven,
and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests. (Luke 2:14)
Even then, when God had entered the world in almost complete hiddenness and humility as a newborn child, there were songs.
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The history of Christianity in America contains one of the most powerful and enduring examples of the union between Holy Spirit, human spirit, and song. When Africans were taken by force from their homelands and forced onto the slave ships, they were shorn of their cultures, languages, and families. The intent of slavery was to commodify the bodies of men, women, and children and turn them into tools of economic production. Slavery works by taking somebodies and making them nobodies.
But song is the opposite. Song takes nobodies, takes anybody and everybody, and makes them a somebody. African and African American slaves were reborn through the songs that they discovered and made together. We now call these songs spirituals.
They were an entirely knew and unprecedented art form. More than an art form, they were and are a living power. They carried secret messages of freedom. They took the oppressive Christian language of the white master class and restored it to its true purpose. As the black liberation theologian James Cone once wrote, these songs undermined "the heresy of white Christianity. ...The spiritual, then, is the spirit of the people struggling to be free."[1] Strangers sang and swayed together in secret meetings; they became communities of resistances. Whipped, exhausted, dehumanized bodies danced and sang for a God who saw them, who knew their pain, who would one day set them free.
The good news of God is meant to be sung. Slavery was bad news, but the slaves had discovered that the crucified and resurrected Christ was on their side, and they refused to let slavery dictate their inner destiny.
When Israel was in Egypt's land, Let my people go;
Oppressed so hard they could not stand, Let my people go;
Go down Moses, 'way down in Egypt's land;
Tell ole Pharaoh, Let my people go.
...
O children let's go down, let's go down, let's go down,
O children let's go down, down in the valley to pray.
...
It's me, it's me
It's me, O Lord,
Standin' in the need of prayer.
...
Go tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere,
Go tell it on the mountain,
That Jesus Christ is born.
...
We shall overcome, we shall overcome.
We shall overcome someday.
Deep in my heart, I still believe,
We shall overcome someday.
At the same historical moment but from a very different social location, John Wesley was instructing his own people: "See that you join with the congregation [to sing] as frequently as you can. Let not a slight degree of weakness or weariness hinder you. If it is a cross to you, take it up and you will find a blessing." In other words, singing -- really singing -- takes us as we are in our weakness and makes us strong.
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The good news of God cannot help but be sung.
The Wesleyan revival caught fire in eighteenth century industrial England in large part because of the hymns written by Charles Wesley. Charles was John's younger brother. Like John, he was an ordained priest in the Anglican Church. Charles had traveled with John for the ill-fated Georgia mission in the American colonies. He was a founding member of the Oxford Holy Club. Shortly before John had his Aldersgate experience and received an inner assurance of God's love for him, Charles had had a similar experience. The two were spiritually united.
We've seen how John brought to the Methodist revival his skills as preacher, theologian, advocate, and organizer. Charles brought the art. Charles knew the power of song, and of beauty more generally, to solidify, inspire, and energize a people. He knew that the good news needed to be sung.
He also understood the formative power of singing. People could learn and remember theological truths better through songs than through sermons. We teach our children numbers, colors, letters, and animals through simple songs. In college, I memorized the Greek and Hebrew alphabets by setting them to melodies.
And songs don't just help us remember. They also become something like prayers living inside us; they attach themselves to memories and feelings. They remind us of who we are and where we've come from. They orient us.
Charles wrote hymns that spoke of God's deeply personal love, God's immediate forgiveness and mercy, and God's presence in the community. For his time and place, these songs were radical. They were personal rather than abstract; they were written to be sung in intimate small groups as effectively as in large gatherings. By singing them, ordinary working-class people came to trust that God really did care about them.
Charles wrote 6,500 hymns. And though they've been set to different melodies over time, some of them have had remarkable staying power in the Church.
O for a thousand tongues to sing my great Redeemer's praise,
the glories of my God and King, the triumphs of his grace!
...
Come, thou long expected Jesus,
born to set they people free;
from our fears and sins release us,
let us find our rest in thee.
...
Hark! the herald angels sing,
"Glory to the newborn King;
peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinner reconciled!"
...
Christ the Lord is risen today, Alleluia!
Earth and heaven in chorus say, Alleluia!
...
Jesus, lover of my soul,
let me to thy bosom fly,
while the nearer waters roll,
while the tempest still is high.
...
Rejoice, the Lord is King!
Your Lord and King adore;
mortals, give thanks and sing,
and triumph evermore.
Lift up your heart,
lift up your voice; rejoice;
again I say, rejoice!
All of these verses came to -- and then from -- the heart of Charles Wesley. All were written out of his own profound experience of God's love, which is beautiful, and God's beauty, which is love.
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Beauty always accompanies great revivals of the human spirit. There is no single formula to beauty, art, and song. Often the imposition of a formula can get in the way.
It is good to take the songs of scripture and set them to melody -- power will always linger there. It is good to sing the African American spirituals -- to really sing them, with proper feeling, as a part of communities of resistance. And it is good to sing these songs of Wesley: they orient us to who we are and where we come from, and many of them have been inscribed on our hearts to the point that they are not just songs but prayers.
But the pattern across time is what's most important: The pattern of beauty and song entering the world through human communities that have been touched by the spirit of God.
God wants to make us beautiful as He is beautiful. God wants to make us fully alive as He is fully alive. God wants us be creative as He is creative. Sometimes this means, as the scripture says, that we must "sing to the Lord a new song" (Psalm 96:1).
We will always receive another email from another cause asking for our money, our vote, our volunteer hours. But God invites the Church to be a community with delight and wonder at its heart. God invites us to be a people whose activity springs from beauty, the beauty of divine love reaching out to us. God invites us to be a people whose activity is aimed at beauty, the beauty of the coming Kingdom of right relationship and peace. God invites us to be a people whose activity is all along sustained by beauty, the beauty of the community worshipping, serving, and reconciling.
For these reasons Wesley spurs us on from across the centuries: "[S]ing lustily and with good courage. Beware of singing as if you were half dead, or half asleep; but lift up your voice with strength... [S]trive to unite your voices together, so as to make one clear melodious sound. ...Above all sing spiritually. Have an eye to God in every word you sing."
And the people of God say together: Amen.
[1]James H. Cone, The Spirituals and the Blues: An Interpretation (Maryknoll, NW: Orbis Books, 1997), 23, 30.
The Wesleyan Way, Part 3: Knit Together in God’s Love
The Wesleyan Way, Part 3:
Knit Together in God's Love
August 18, 2024
Ordinary Time
Mark 3:32-35
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I've titled this third sermon in our Wesleyan Way series "Knit Together in God's Love." We've seen how John Wesley, the founder of Methodism, believed that God's love is meant to fill us and then, through us, to liberate others. Today, we're going to explore his approach to organizing Christians in community.
In her small book about group spiritual direction, the Roman Catholic writer Rose Dougherty describes "the bond of spiritual community" as "a common wanting to do the will of God. Those who gather with [Jesus] in this seeking are his family."[1] In other words, the force that 'glues' us together is a shared desire to say Yes to the Spirit. Bound together by, as Dougherty says so beautifully, "a common wanting."
Being a part of the Church means sharing a will with others. And since the prayer of the Church is the one that Jesus taught us: "Thy will be done," we're left to ask: What does God will?
Well, we can describe God's will, God's own desire and intent, in general terms: healing and wholeness, belonging and justice, forgiveness and freedom. Pastor Duane Anders from First UMC in Boise texted a quote by the Franciscan Sister Ilia Delio to a group chat this morning. "To follow Jesus is to be a wholemaker, essentially to love the world into new being and life." That gets to the heart of the matter. Being part of the Church means sharing God's project of making all things whole.
As an individual who is a part of the Church, I can only perceive and respond to the way that I in my particularity am being called to perform God's will from a posture of prayer. And in that vulnerable, intimate space, it is very helpful to be among others who can help me see and lay claim to truth, just as I can help others see and lay claim to their truth.
Jesus' first followers were Jews, as he was. After the resurrection, non-Jewish people, known by Jews as Gentiles, began responding in force to the apostles' preaching about Jesus. Jews considered Gentiles unclean; it was improper to associate with them, especially to enter their homes and eat from their tables. But here they were, responding to the Gospel, believing in Christ, and wanting to learn to live like him. Here they were, joining the Jewish Christians in that posture of prayer, walking up beside them on the same Way. Brought together in that "common wanting."
The wanting won the day. Desire abolished distinctions. Jews and Gentiles joined together, and their love of Christ took such precedence over what had previously divided them that Paul could at one point in his ministry write, "There is no longer Jew or Greek, slave or free, male and female. For you are all one in Christ Jesus" (Gal. 3:28).
This is why we cannot say to anyone: "You do not belong in the Church. You're the wrong kind of person." If someone has joined us in seeking God's will, they have as much right to be here as we have. By virtue of their desire for God and God's way, they have become our siblings, friends, and companions in the Spirit.
Jesus really pressed this home when he redrew the lines of his own family early on in his public ministry. Things happen very quickly in Mark's Gospel, and by the mid-point of chapter three, Jesus has already aroused the ire of the Pharisees by criticizing the established religious institution and by drawing large crowds from all over Israel to hear his teachings.
Earlier in the chapter, in verse 21, Mark writes, "But when [Jesus'] own people heard about this, they went out to lay hold of Him, for they said, He is out of His mind" (NKJV).
His own people... Family? Friends? Neighbors? His own people, presumably from Nazareth in Galilee, go to find him either to rebuke him, to shush him, or to outright restrain him and bring him home. When his mother and brothers arrive a little later, it seems plausible that they, too, for a time at least, thought that Jesus was "out of his mind." Or if not, they had come to warn him that people back home were starting to talk.
When Jesus hears that his mother and brothers are standing outside the house where he's teaching, he says, “Who are my mother and my brothers?” ...Then he looked at those seated in a circle around him and said, “Here are my mother and my brothers! Whoever does God’s will is my brother and sister and mother" (Mark 3:32-35).
There are clear resonances here, again, to the Lord's prayer. When we pray, "Our Father... They will be done," we are entering into the special relationship with God that Jesus had. In John's Gospel, Jesus tells his disciples: "Those who accept my commandments and obey them are the ones who love me. And because they love me, my Father will love them. And I will love them and reveal myself to each of them.” And in Ephesians, Paul writes, "God decided in advance to adopt us into his own family by bringing us to himself through Jesus Christ. This is what he wanted to do, and it gave him great pleasure." Wholeness. Crossing familial lines and cultural divides. The will of God to make whole.
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"The bond of spiritual community is a common wanting to do the will of God."
The authenticity and vitality of the Church must be renewed every day. It's not enough that we did the will of God yesterday. It's not enough that we plan to seek God's will tomorrow. The Church is where people are together in the present moment wanting what God wants, doing what God does, being who God says we are.
If we simply come to Church to come -- perhaps to be comforted, to be seen, to be useful, or to do what we've always done -- our lives may be enriched, but we won't be going with others into the depth of things, into the free and unpredictable streams of the Spirit. It's good to pray for the grace to want what God wants. God is so kind that we can even pray for the grace to want to want what God wants -- and God will help us. "God, give me a hunger for you, a hunger to seek your way and do your will." And because, when we pray that prayer, we find ourselves joined to others, it becomes plural: "God, give us a hunger for you, a hunger to seek your way and do you will." It is always 'Our Father,' always a prayer prayed by the many who, by praying it, become one.
John Wesley's great gift as an evangelist was the way that he organized people to continue growing in their faith so that their ministry could be sustained for the long haul. Many revival preachers of that time, George Whitefield among them, would blow through town, gain converts, and then leave for the next place without giving the people any structure or guidance for what to do next. People who responded eagerly to the message of salvation easily slipped back into their old habits and patterns of belonging. Wesley, on the other hand, lingered in the places where he preached. In each place, he set up large group gatherings called societies, and, within societies, he chose leaders to oversee small groups of about a dozen persons each, called classes.
The purpose of the society meetings was for Methodists to join together for "fellowship, preaching, prayer, and hymn-singing. ...Members [also] agreed to follow three General Rules: avoid evil, do good, and employ the means of grace God gives for spiritual growth."[2] Societies were basically a second weekly church service, because Methodists were still encouraged to attend Sunday worship at their local Anglican parish to receive the Sacraments. They were also hubs for organizing the Methodist's local service to their communities.
Classes, those smaller groups, also met once a week "for spiritual conversation and guidance. Members spoke about their temptations, confessed their faults, shared their concerns, testified to the working of God in their lives, and exhorted and prayed for one another to be more faithful. ...Every Methodist was expected to attend class meetings."[3]
So after Wesley came to town, people had these three concentric circles of Christian community. The widest circle was membership in the Church of England, primarily for the purpose of receiving Communion. The next circle in was a more energetic, spiritual, and personal worship gathering in the Methodist society. Finally, once a week, each Methodist would meet in their class meeting and share about the wellbeing of their soul from an intimate, sacred place.
I experienced something similar to this as a young person. When I first joined a Methodist church back in New Jersey as a teenager, these concentric circles of belonging were provided for me. I went to worship with the whole community on Sunday mornings. I attended a large youth group on Wednesday nights. And when I reached high school, I began participating in a Monday night Bible Study with some peers who were hungry for more depth of prayer, study, and conversation than we could get in youth group. It's not the way things have to be done, but I will say that I felt, even as a young person, like a vital part of that community. I could be with the whole church for worship, prayer, and teaching, and I could be with a few trusted friends as I began exploring my own soul for the first time. My whole self offered, my whole self loved. And also a sense of the whole Gospel -- God's love at work in the community and at work in me.
Wesley's system of organization placed a premium on the development of local leaders, men and women who, while not ordained clergy, exhibited profound spiritual maturity and wisdom. Wesley's system of organization also emphasized the preciousness of every individual person who joined the movement, many of whom came from the working poor class. As one writer has put it: "Wesley had gathered his new underclass where they were and had gathered them into new social groups in which each person found acceptance and a new sense of dignity" (17).
It was as if, by placing everyone in a society and a class, Wesley was saying, You are family now. You belong together. You all are wanting to know and do God's will in a realer way than before, so you are now on the journey together. The local organization of the revival is what, more than anything else, gave Methodism its staying power. It is why, even today, United Methodists are called to form lay-led churches, and to create what the Book of Discipline calls "a culture of call," a culture in which every person, through their mutual relationships with the others, realizes that they have a place and a purpose in what God is up to here and now.
A few hundred years on from Wesley's diligent attention to God's desire for wholeness, we should be wary of being on autopilot when it comes to our relationship with God and how that's expressed in our congregational life. Remember the words from Revelation? “I know your works, that you are neither cold nor hot. I could wish you were cold or hot. So then, because you are lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will vomit you out of My mouth" (Rev. 3:15-16). It's harsh, but it puts an exclamation point on the urgency to not let our wanting to be stifled or ignored for too. long. One set of questions you might ask is, "What is my posture toward my own spiritual hunger? Am I curious about it? Scared to consider it?" And here's a corresponding set of questions, without which the first questions mean nothing: "What is my posture toward the spiritual hunger of others? Am I curious about what's going on in my brothers and sisters in the pew? In the hearts of folks in my neighborhood?"
It makes me wonder if it's time for our own congregation to get a bit more organized. I know that many of you get together in smaller circles of belonging throughout the week or month. But I wonder who is falling through the cracks, how well the "whole" congregation is being attended to. When someone new comes through our doors, we don't have clear pathways for them to enter into steady and deep spiritual relationships within groups. There's no one-size-fits-all answer to this, but I would be curious to know what you all are sensing and wanting in terms of formally organized spiritual community beyond Sunday morning worship.
As we consider this, perhaps the most important thing we can do is to celebrate the bonds of love that we have forged here because of our unity in Christ, bonds which we wouldn't have naturally forged if we had followed the logic of the world. Who do you love because of this place, because of God's love, who you would never have expected to love?
These stories of friendships born of God's desire, they are such a powerful witness in our world where everything is divided, where politics and profits thrive on division, and where Christians are some of the worst perpetrators of division. May we renew our commitment to God and to one another as wholemakers, as we allow ourselves to be knit together in the love of Christ.
Amen.
[1]Rose Mary Dougherty, S.S.N.D., Group Spiritual Direction: Community for Discernment (Mahwah, NJ: Paulist Press, 1995), 7.
[2]Charles Yrigoyen, Jr., John Wesley: Holiness of Heart & Life (Nashville: Abingdon Press, 1996), 17.
[3] Yrigoyen, Jr., John Wesley, 18.
The Wesleyan Way, Part 2: Liberating through God’s Love
The Wesleyan Way, Part 2:
Liberating Through God's Love
August 11, 2024
Ordinary Time
Luke 4:14-21
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These verses from Luke chapter four contain Jesus' first sermon. After his baptism in the Jordan river, Jesus had entered the Judean wilderness, enduring physical hunger and spiritual temptation for forty days. When he emerged from that wilderness, he traveled north, back to his home region of Galilee. He was "in the power of the Spirit" and ready to begin his ministry among his people.
He went to worship in the local synagogue. The scroll of the prophet Isaiah was handed to him. These were his scriptures, the words that had shaped his own human imagination and convictions and furnished the language for his own life of prayer. He knew what he wanted to say in that moment, which ageless promises of God he wanted to bring into center focus for his congregation.
"He found the place," Luke says.
Jesus found exactly what he was looking for. Full of the Spirit, he found Isaiah's prophetic speech about what ministry in the Spirit mean: Good news to the poor, release for the captives, recovery of sight for the blind, freedom for the oppressed, the year of God's favor. Jesus brought the written word of God into contact with his present reality, he collapsed the distance between the word on the page and the word taking living form in and around his body. And then he preached his first sermon. It was less than ten words: "Today," he said. "Today, this scripture is fulfilled in your hearing."
Today.
"Today" is one of Luke's favorite words to use in his Gospel. "Today" punctuates the critical moments of Jesus' story.
On Christmas night, when the heavenly choir of angels appears above the shepherds watching their flocks in the fields, the angels announce the good news of God coming to dwell among us: "For there is born to you today, in David’s city, a Savior, who is Christ the Lord" (2:11).
In Luke chapter 19, as Jesus is entering the city of Jericho, he looks up into the trees and sees a man there watching him, a “wee man” named Zacchaeus, and he calls up to this man, considered by many to be a dirty scoundrel of a tax collector: "Zacchaeus, come down immediately. I must stay at your house today" (19:5). As they visit together, Zacchaeus pledges to return any ill-gotten gains back to the people. And Jesus says, "Today salvation has come to this house" (19:9).
And while hanging on the cross between two other crucified criminals, Jesus extends mercy to the dying man beside him: “Truly I tell you, today you will be with me in paradise" (23:43).
Today. This is why Christ came to us, to make today the day of salvation (2 Cor. 6:2). He came to wake us up to his humble, mysterious presence in the world -- today. He came to be our guest and companion, and through his gentle provocations lead us to repentance and new life -- today. He came to suffer what we suffer, to suffer as we suffer, and through that solidarity to gain our trust so that he might tell us of a Paradise greater than suffering. And he came to call the people of God to action -- today.
Notice the second person pronouns attached to all those Todays. Born for you today. I must stay with you. You will be with me in Paradise, today. Today, this is fulfilled in your hearing. Shepherds, tax collectors, criminals, and congregations. Christ is the salvation of God for us, for you, today.
Jesus didn't search out those specific prophetic words for his first sermon because they were interesting, though they are; or inspiring, though they are; or beautiful, though they are. He reached for them to illuminate the movement of the Spirit in the present moment, to see if the people of God would wake up to the today and not remain stuck in the yesterday or fixated on the tomorrow. For God, every day is today. And what does God want to do today? Bring good news to the poor.
How often does the Church lose touch with the today-ness of it all? It is easy for us to live on memory or to wait for tomorrow. Sometimes we need a messenger to remind us that today really is the day of salvation, a messenger who will help us catch up with what the Spirit is already doing out among the oppressed. In his own time and place -- eighteenth century England -- John Wesley was that messenger. He came to his own people and said, Today.
After John Wesley experienced the strange warming of his heart during a religious gathering on Aldersgate Street in London, after he ended his anxious efforts to win God's approval and received the gift of simple, steady trust in Christ, the direction of his life changed forever.
What followed Aldersgate for Wesley was a time of searching for how to share the message of God's personal love with as many people as possible. This would mean that he needed to be present with the people, meeting them where they gathered, and that his preaching would need to be accessible to them, spoken plainly, not like the highly intellectualized treatises he had been trained to preached for his upper-class colleagues in the priesthood. It would mean transgressing the norms of the institutional church that had ordained him and to which he had pledged himself.
Wesley was living during the beginnings of industrialization in England. There was a whole new class of working poor folk who were coalescing around the mills, factories, and mines cropping up around the countryside. These laborers, some of the first nameless masses of early capitalism, were unprotected by the law and almost entirely excluded from the political process. Wesley took the message of God's love directly to them. He went to them, preaching beyond the church walls and the Sunday morning worship hour.
The first time that John tried this open-air style of preaching was in 1739. The famous evangelist, George Whitefield, invited Wesley to come take his place preaching outside a factory. Though Wesley's heart had recently been transformed by an encounter with God's love, the idea of preaching outside a church building made him uncomfortable. What would people think? What would the religious people think? He was so torn between doing it and not doing it that he reverted to a superstitious practice and cast lots to decide. The lots fell for him to go and preach among the unchurched poor.
In his journal, Wesley wrote,
“I had been all my life (till very lately) so tenacious of every point relating to decency and order that I should have thought the saving of souls almost a sin if it had not been done in a church.”
Notice those words: decency, order. Notice how different they are in energy from the proclamation of Isaiah, Christ, and now, Wesley; how different they are in energy from words like good news, release, recovery, freedom.
His journal continues:
At four in the afternoon, I submitted to be more vile and proclaimed in the highways the glad tidings of salvation, speaking from a little eminence in a ground adjoining the city, to about three thousand people. The scripture on which I spoke was this, (is it possible any one should be ignorant, that it is fulfilled in every true Minister of Christ?) ‘The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the Gospel to the poor…’[1]
I like to think of this moment as Wesley's second conversion. His first conversion happened when his heart was renewed by God's love; his second conversion happened when he was thrust out among the people.
The Methodist Revival was born in that moment.
From that point forward, Wesley called people to join him on a way where personal holiness, which has to do with the purity one's own heart in relation to God, was joined to social holiness, which has to do with welcoming the kingdom of God on earth and serving others. For Wesley, personal and social holiness were two sides of the same coin; there couldn't be any social holiness without personal holiness, and personal holiness meant nothing if it was not expressed as social holiness. Wesley didn't invent this idea; it's as old as Moses and was confirmed by Christ as the meaning of it all: "You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind, and you shall love your neighbor as yourself." Wesley didn't think that he had come upon some secret knowledge. But he did think that his church had fallen asleep to the today. And when you fall asleep on the today, you fall asleep on the people living through today.
For the sixty-some years left in Wesley’s life and ministry, he and the growing number of Methodists sought to transform English society through solidarity with those who suffered. They supported fairer wages and protections for workers. They enlisted women alongside men as preachers and teachers. They established free medical centers and schools. They advocated for the end of the slave trade.
Because Wesley believed in the personal love of God for each individual human being, he he had no other option but to try and reach every person with Christ's invitation, and to better their circumstances as he was able.
Here are two snapshots of that early Methodist history that I think are inspiring and instructive:
The first piece of property owned by Methodists was a building in Moorfields, London called the Foundery. Originally, the Foundery was a factory that produced brass cannon for the British army. When John purchased and repaired the facility in 1739, he set about transforming it from a place that had created the weapons of war into a place that offered people, especially poor folk, comprehensive healing. Within a few years, Methodists at the Foundery complex opened a free medical clinic to their neighborhood, a free school for children, and free meeting spaces for community gatherings. This was a vision for property ownership that went clearly against the capitalist grain, a vision rooted in belonging, generosity, genuine encounter, and service. It is my prayer that as we raise a Roof for All, something of that early Methodist approach to property would grip us and pull us forward into the today of the Spirit.
The second snapshot comes from the very end of John Wesley's life. In 1791, he wrote a letter to William Wilberforce, the great British abolitionist. In the letter, Wesley described slavery as a "villainy which is the scandal of religion, of England, and of human nature." And he encouraged Wilberforce by saying, "Unless God has raised you up for this very thing, you will be worn out by the opposition of men and devils. But if God be for you, who can be against you? Are all of them together stronger than God? O be not weary of well doing! Go on, in the name of God and in the power of his might, till even American slavery (the vilest that ever saw the sun) shall vanish away before it."[2] Wesley passed the baton, acknowledged and empowered the good work of others, and had a clear moral vision.
This is our tradition. It's why at the beginning of this year your church leaders established ministry priorities related to health and housing, raising a Roof for All, and strengthening our partnership with our tenant daycare, TLC. We live in Pocatello in 2024. This is our today. And it's a day in which people need affordable housing. It's a day in which people need release from addictions and abuses. It's a day in which people crave belonging and peace. A day in which parents needs childcare that they can access and afford. A day in which people are hungry. A day in which our public servants are devalued and our public leaders are divisive. A day in which strangers crave to be welcomed and the earth itself cries out in agony.
And Jesus stands among us in this today. And he asks us, every time we gather, whether or not we will allow him to make this day his day of salvation. May his words be fulfilled in our hearing. May Wesley’s commitment serve as a model for us. And may the Spirit's work of loving liberation be incarnated, enfleshed, made real in the prayers, presence, gifts, and service that we offer to the world.
Amen.
[1]William J. Abraham, Methodism: A Very Short Introduction (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2019), 7
[2]Quoted in James S. Thomas, Methodism’s Racial Dilemma: The Story of the Central Jurisdiction (Nashville: Abingdon Press, 1992), 15.
The Wesleyan Way, Part 1:Filled with God's Love
August 4, 2024 Pastor Mike Romans 8:15-16
Over the next five weeks, I'll be helping us to explore some of the most enduring characteristics of our Wesleyan spiritual heritage. It's called "Wesleyan" because of John and Charles Wesley. They were two brothers, born in England at the dawn of the 18th century, who experienced the love of God so powerfully that they were compelled to organize a revival movement that escaped the rigid bounds of the national church to catch fire among the common folk of England, the American colonies, and, eventually, all over the world. John was the theologian, preacher, and organizer of the movement; Charles was the poet and hymn writer.
Their movement became known as Methodism. As an institution, Methodism has changed a lot over the past three centuries. Today there are United Methodists, Free Methodists, Nazarenes, Wesleyans, African Methodist Episcopalians, and others who all trace their roots back to the Wesley brothers. So it's better, I think, to talk about the Wesleyan Way as broadly as possible. It's a way that we share with others who may worship at churches with different names.
Today we are going to talk about being filled with God's love. In the book of Romans, Paul tells us that we have received a spirit of adoption, a Holy Spirit that speaks to and with our own spirits, steadying and grounding us in a divine love that we can trust. That assurance is the great privilege, John preached, of knowing Christ.
Listen to some of these lines from the hymns of Charles Wesley.
"My soul is all an aching void, Till thy Spirit here abides, And I am filled with God."[1]
“Send us the Spirit of thy Son, To make the depths of Godhead known, To make us share the life divine.”[2]
“Plunged in the Godhead’s deepest sea, And lost in thy immensity.”[3] “Give me thyself, forever give.”[4]
To share in God's own divine life, to be filled with God, to want more and more of God every day -- that's what you and I, along with every human being, have been created for. Let's go back and see how the Wesley's came to recover, in their own time and place, this basic truth of Christian life.
As John Wesley was growing up in Epworth one thing became increasingly clear in his young, developing mind: he would become, like his father Samuel, an ordained in priest in the Church of England. It might've been the daily examinations his mother Susanna put him and his eight siblings through, testing their Latin, Greek, and scripture memorization before meals, or her weekly spiritual interview with each child. It might've been watching Samuel go about his parish duties, preaching, teaching, counseling, and administering the Sacraments. Perhaps it was the fire that struck the family's home in 1709 when John was six years old, imprinting on him a sense of destiny; the fire had trapped him on the top floor, and he would have perished if a parishioner, standing on another man's shoulders, had not hauled him out of the window at the last second. He believed he was saved for a reason. Even outside these peculiarities of circumstance, to be upper-class, educated, and a preacher's kid in England at that time meant the chances were good that you'd turn out a preacher yourself. And so it was for all three of Samuel's sons: Samuel Jr., John, and Charles.
John Wesley was born and bred for the institutional Church of England, which in his time was high-brow and ritualistic, largely unconcerned with life beyond parish boundaries, with the growing number of poor folk -- men, women, and children -- forced into the new mines, mills, and factories popping up all over the country. John got an elite education, took on a modest professorship at Oxford, and was ordained at the age of 25. His path could not have been more clearly laid before him.
But something in Wesley craved more. He had the pedigree. He knew the languages. He knew the scriptures by heart. He knew the rituals and traditions and the proper theological answers. But he was profoundly unhappy. His heart ached for something more than knowledge and tradition, for an experience of something living, personal, and real. That something, of course, was a someone. Wesley was longing for God. Not just the idea of God, but God Himself.
So John did what he had been trained to do at home and at school: he disciplined himself. He held himself to a high standard of Christian living, and meticulously tracked his progress in perfection. He and his brother Charles started what they called the Holy Club at Oxford. The Holy Club was a small group of Christians devoted to the pursuit of holiness. They held each other accountable to a rigorous regiment of prayer, fasting, and service. In his journal, John broke down each day to the minute, keeping an account of how every moment was in some way devoted to God.
This didn't work. This intense discipline didn't bring him any closer to an assurance of God's love for him. So, John pivoted; he went for a totally new experience, taking a path that many kinds of seekers were taking at that time: a path across the Atlantic Ocean to the American colonies. At the age of 32, Wesley landed in the brand-new town of Savannah, Georgia to serve as the local priest.
But...wherever you go, there you are. The change of scene did not answer the longing in his soul, and his ministry in Savannah was doomed from the start. Ineffective among the native peoples, at odds with the colonists who preferred a less formal style of religion, and mired in a messy love triangle, Wesley returned to England a broken man after just two years abroad.
His next move -- and this, while not the answer, was a major step in cracking open his ego -- his next move was to seek spiritual counsel from leaders in a different tradition, the Moravian faith. Wesley had first encountered the German Moravians on his voyage over to Georgia. During a great storm at sea, Wesley had been terrified for us his life while the Moravians had remained calm, singing hymns and testifying to their unshakeable faith in God's love and power. It made a real impression on him. Their tradition emphasized individual assurance of salvation and personal prayer.
When Wesley got back to England, he sought out the Moravians and spent time living and praying among them. The story goes that he received this counsel from one of their leaders: "Preach faith until you have it." Wesley didn't have it, and he hadn't had it for so long that he was doubting even his call to preacOver the years, he had tried to muscle his way to perfection; he had tried healing his soul sickness in a different climate; he had tried to reproduce somebody else's faith in his own life. None of it had worked. That longing for a living relationship with God had almost become torture to Wesley. It would not go away, but he did not have the power to satisfy it.
It is very fitting that what came next came "unwillingly," because Wesley had done everything he could to will his way into God's love.
Here is the famous entry from Wesley's journal, dated May 24, 1738:
In the evening I went very unwillingly to a society in Aldersgate Street, where one was reading Luther’s preface to the Epistle to the Romans. About a quarter before nine, while he was describing the change which God works in the heart through faith in Christ, I felt my heart strangely warmed. I felt I did trust in Christ, Christ alone for salvation: And an assurance was given me, that he had taken away my sins, even mine, and saved me from the law of sin and death.[5]
Here it was. Trust. Assurance. The strange warming of a cold heart. The Spirit of Christ himself, suddenly burning in Wesley's very being. Knowing God's love in this immediate, personal way changed everything for him.
John realized that his great longing for God had all along been an echo of God's longing for him. And once he stopped trying to micromanage the journey toward God, God was able to break through to him. "For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourself, it is the gift of God" (Ephesians 2:8).
We all have a longing deep within us. A wanting. A craving. Ages before the Wesley brothers walked the earth, the African bishop St. Augustine wrote in his Confessions, "Our hearts are restless until they rest in Thee."
At bottom, we ache for a love that will set us free. Free from fear. Free from our ego's need to be in control, to force its way, to define itself and defend that definition. We ache for a love that will set us free from stories that don't fit or serve us any longer. We ache for the freedom and forgiveness and joy of God.
The church, as a human organization, can't satisfy that longing in you. Your pastor can't satisfy that longing. Your education or politics or possessions can't satisfy that longing. You can't get to God by trying to live the perfect life. It won't work to take your old problems to new places. You can't know love for yourself through the words and experiences of someone else, no matter how wise and good they are.
Friends, Christ wants to give you everything -- love, and trust and freedom. He wants to give you himself. God wants to put his very Spirit within you, to gather up all your longing and return it to its source: "Abba, Father!"
Whatever else it is, our Wesleyan Way flows from the strangely warmed heart, from the heart that has been brought to life by grace.
As we sang at camp this week:
Love is flowing like a river Flowing out from you and me Flowing out into the desert setting all the captives free.
At the bedrock of our tradition is John Wesley's conviction that his Aldersgate experience was not unique to himself or reserved for a super-spiritual class of people. He thought that every human being could come to know God in an intimate way. John dedicated the rest of his life to helping as many people as possible come to trust in God's love.
In response to a message like this, there are many good questions you might ask yourself. I think one of the best places we can begin is to become curious about our own inner longing.
In John's Gospel, Jesus doesn't call his first disciples to follow him. Instead, his first disciples come to him. When he turns and sees them already following him, he asks them: "What are you seeking?" And they can only answer his question with one of their own, "Master, where are you staying?"
What are you seeking? By waking up our deep wanting, by stirring up our desire, Jesus brings to bring us to himself.
So, take a few minutes to sit with those two questions printed in your bulletin. Or, if these questions don't seem to fit what you're feeling right now, sit with whatever God is doing in you in this moment.
● What are you seeking?
● And what does this seeking mean for your life
After a few moments of silence, we'll share Communion together.
In the name of God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit. Amen.
[1]Charles Wesley, “Wretched, and miserable,” stanza 6.
[2]Charles Wesley, “Hymn 1,” Whitsunday Hymns (1746), stanza 6.
[3]Charles Wesley, “Hymn to the Holy Ghost,” Hymns and Sacred Poems (1739), stanza 4.
[4] Wesley, “Hymn to the Holy Ghost,” stanza 2.
[5]William J. Abraham, Methodism: A Very Short Introduction (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2019), 4.
“The Power of Parallel and Parable”
July 28, 2024
John Gribas
Reading from 2 Kings 4:42-44
(New Revised Standard Version)
[42] A man came from Baal-shalishah, bringing food from the first fruits to the man of God: twenty loaves of barley and fresh ears of grain in his sack. Elisha said, "Give it to the people and let them eat." [43] But his servant said, "How can I set this before a hundred people?" So he repeated, "Give it to the people and let them eat, for thus says the LORD, 'They shall eat and have some left.'" [44] He set it before them, they ate, and had some left, according to the word of the LORD.
Transition
Holy God. I ask that the words I share today, and the thoughts and ponderings they prompt in all our hearts and minds, may be guided by your Holy Spirit. And may they reveal You and the good news of the kingdom of heaven. Amen.
Sermon
When Pastor Mike first extended the invitation for me to prepare and share a message as I am doing today, I learned that for weekly worship readings, this church, like so many others, traditionally follows the lectionary—a common annual calendar that provides a list of thematic scriptures for each week. Mike let me know that I should not feel any obligation to choose from the lectionary options. I appreciate that.
However, I have always chosen a sermon scripture from this common lectionary. To me, it just seems like the right thing to do. Also, it really helps in making a decision. Having all of scripture to consider would be pretty overwhelming. How could I ever make a choice? The handful of lectionary options narrows things down nicely.
So when I am invited to share with the church, I first spend some time reading and reflecting on the lectionary scriptures. And I listen. I listen for God’s prompting—some kind of nudge toward one reading or another. Sometimes the prompting is very clear and comes quickly. Other times, less so. Well, this time around was definitely a “less so” experience.
My initial thought was that I really didn’t like any of the options. They seemed either too familiar to do much with, or they were examples of very general declarations of God’s goodness and humankind’s foolishness, or they included those exceedingly long, grammatically complex, and for me pretty confusing introductory statements Paul was fond of in his letters.
In the end, though, I was nudged toward this rather brief excerpt from 2 Kings. I thought it was an odd place to be nudged, honestly. To begin…it is so short. Three total verses. And while I have been a pretty serious Bible reader for decades, I can’t say I actually recalled this story featuring Elisha and some guy who comes from a place with a name that sounds a bit like an actor’s pre-performance vocal warm-up.
Baal-shalishah! Baal-shalishah! Baal-shalishah!
But seriously, this story felt completely new to me. At the same time, not new at all. I am sure as I read it moments ago, you had the same thought I did. This sounds a lot like something from the New Testament. Something really, really familiar—Jesus’ multiplication of the loaves and fishes and the feeding of 5000. In fact, John’s version of the feeding of 5000 event was another one of the lectionary options for this week. It has a lot more detail, more impressive numbers, includes a generous little kid which always makes a story more appealing…oh, and it also includes Jesus as the center of the action. You might think I would have been nudged toward this scripture from John.
Nope. 2 Kings 4:42-44.
Though it is short…and unfamiliar…and includes reference to an obscure city with a pretty weird name, I actually think there is a lot here. Especially if you are willing to consider this story from two perspectives. As a para-LLEL. And as a para-BLE.
Parallel. Parable.
I think it is pretty obvious how this 2 Kings 4 story can be seen as a “parallel” to the loaves and fishes story from the gospels.
Side note. Did you know that the feeding of the 5000 is the only miracle other than the resurrection that is recorded in all four gospels. Yep. So it is pretty safe to assume that most people with even a cursory knowledge of Christian scriptures is familiar with the feeding of the 5000. And I think it is safe to assume that you all see how the story from 2 Kings works as a “parallel.”
In both stories, someone brings a small amount of food and willingly offers it. A person recognized in one way or another as a “man of God” gives instructions for that small offering to be used to feed a lot of hungry people. Comments are made suggesting that the idea is seen by others as rather ludicrous. The “man of God” nonetheless directs others to distribute the food. And they do. And it is enough. More than enough.
Parallel stories.
But, to make use of some geometry terms, parallel is not equal.
These are not the same stories. And the difference is not just where they can be found in scripture, or the names of the characters involved, or the specific kind and amount of food offered, or the number of people fed.
Actually, despite the many similarities, I think the 2 Kings version can offer insights that are less likely to come from what we know as the feeding of the 5000. And one reason for that is because in the 2 Kings version…there is no Jesus.
It might sound disrespectful or not-very-Christian or even a little heretical, but I do think that, in some ways, Jesus’ presence in the gospel version of these parallel stories interferes with some valuable take-aways here.
Obviously, I am not standing here arguing that the feeding of the 5000 would somehow be “better” without Jesus. That is not it at all. But as I spent time reading and reflecting on this story from 2 Kings, I immediately noticed the connection to the parallel story in the gospels, but then I found myself thinking about things I don’t believe I ever thought about when reading the feeding of the 5000.
In 2 Kings, Elisha is a big deal. He is a man of God. This food miracle sits among a long list of Elisha miracles—many which are also parallels to other miracles of Jesus recorded in the gospels. Some biblical scholars see the earlier prophet Elijah as a kind of Old Testament John the Baptist, preparing the way for Elisha, who can be seen as a kind of Old Testament Jesus.
But the fact is, Elisha isn’t Jesus, and we know it. Reading 2 Kings, I am never tempted to consider that the purpose of the miracles is to demonstrate how awesome a man of God Elisha is. Instead, I am compelled to think about how awesome God is. In particular, I am struck by the fact that God—omnipotent, omnipresent, and everlasting creator of the universe—notices and cares that people are hungry. Not only cares, but provides.
That might seem rather obvious, but I don’t think it is.
Miracles are awesome things. But they can also be dangerous things, especially when they are big, splashy, public miracles. We can get all caught up in the spectacle and impossibility of it all, and that can prevent us from seeing some things that are less flashy and more mundane but, nevertheless, really important.
Like the fact that, in 2 Kings, there were a lot of people who were hungry. Apparently, God recognized that hunger, that human need, and God worked through the willing, modest gift of the man from Baal-Shalashah, and worked through the encouragement and faith of the man of God, Elisha…and the hungry people were fed.
God cares that people are hungry. God sees human need. God can and does provide. God often provides through the modest offerings of willing human beings, human beings like you and me. And, so often, what we have to offer seems like far too little. But God’s grace and power can transform even the smallest gifts into…enough. More than enough.
So the parallel between 2 Kings 4:42-44 and the loaves and fishes helps me. With Jesus being revealed as the messiah and as divine in the gospels, it is easy for me to get caught up in that as the central message—the central message of the story of the feeding of the 5000, and also of so many other Jesus miracle stories. Healing a man’s withered hand, making lepers clean and the blind see and the demon possessed freed and paralytics walk, restoring deceased loved ones to life, even responding to a potential wedding fiasco by providing wine when there was no more.
Yes, in all these cases, Jesus demonstrates his uniqueness and his power. But I have a difficult time believing that was his motivation. I don’t think Jesus was thinking, “Great! Here is a guy with a withered hand. This will give me an opportunity to show everyone what I can really do!!”
No. In all of these cases, Jesus saw human suffering. Human need. And he cared. And he acted. He acted with divine power, yes…but, perhaps more amazing, he acted with the deepest human compassion. This is Jesus’ nature. And Jesus reflects the nature of the Father. Our creator God.
The fact that 2 Kings 4:42-44 is parallel to but not equal to the feeding of the 5000 helps me—and I hope helps us all—to remember that.
I think there is even more to this story if we consider it not only as a parallel, but also as a parable. Here is one definition of “parable.”
A short allegorical story designed to illustrate or teach some truth, religious principle, or moral lesson.
Now, some might question the appropriateness of examining this passage from 2 Kings as a parable. Isn’t 2 Kings, along with many other books in what we typically call the Old Testament, considered ancient history?
Well, yes. It is. But we have to understand that the ancients who passed along this material—often passing it along from generation to generation through the oral tradition—understood “history” very differently than we do today. We assume that any history worth paying attention to represents fully accurate accounts of things that actually happened at particular times and places, filled with verifiable details and corroborated by other historical accounts and evidence. But ancient people simply did not have access to the kinds of records or resources needed to expect this from history.
This isn’t to say that ancient histories are “inaccurate” or that things and people and places referenced in ancient histories “didn’t really exist.” It means that the way ancient people understood history was different, and the way they recalled and shaped and passed along their histories had a purpose.
I share this only to suggest that, given this understanding of ancient history, it makes plenty of sense to look at 2 Kings through the lens of parable. Not simply to read it and conclude, “Yep. That happened,” but to read it and ask, “What might this mean? How does it illustrate some truth, religious principle, or moral lesson?”
So to finish up today, let’s do that. Let me suggest a few insights that I think are reasonable and that might be helpful.
First, with God’s help, even very modest gifts can have tremendous impact. Actually, that point has already been made earlier, looking at 2 Kings 4:42-44 as a parallel. But it is worth repeating. The man from Baal-Shalishah didn’t have a lot. And he seemed pretty incredulous that it would go far in feeding so many. Do you have something you are willing to offer but that you feel is just not enough? Maybe you need to find your Elisha and listen to that person’s encouragement to take the step to share anyway. Perhaps it is exactly what God wants to use to meet some human need.
Second, I think there are many like that man from Baal-Shalishah, willing to share their gifts but unable to see their real impact. Might you be the Elisha in their lives? How might you provide the vision, confidence, and encouragement they need to take the risk, offer what they have, and step out in faith?
Third, as a place, Baal-Shalishah is rather an oddity. It is mentioned only once in scripture. It’s meaning and location are very unclear. But based on what is known, it is unlikely that the person from Baal-Shalishah would be a member of the Israelite clan—unlikely that he would be a worshipper of the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. Unlikely that he would have any awareness of the practice of tithing. In fact, the “Baal” part of the place name might suggest that this person was a worshipper of a rival deity! Yet this man brought “food from the first fruits to the man of God.” And God did something amazing with it.
I recall a powerful experience from many years ago. My wife, Lana, and I were attending the performance of an original play at the experimental theatre associated with the Guthrie in Minneapolis. The play was about the French Revolution. It was certainly non-religious…a secular play performed by what we assumed was a secular theatre company.
During the performance, we in the audience began to smell something really good. The lovely aroma grew. Then, at one point, the action of the play stopped. The performers all went to a spot where production crew handed them fresh bread that had been baking back stage somewhere.
The performers, still in character, brought loaves to some members of the audience in the first couple of rows. In keeping with the principles of liberty, equality, and brotherhood associated with the French Revolution, the audience members were simply told, “Here. Make sure everyone gets some.” It was a little awkward at first, but soon people were turning to those around them, tearing the bread and making sure all were included. People were very quiet, and the time felt…holy. Honestly, I will always remember that as one of the most real, sincere, powerful “communion” experiences I have ever had.
Sometimes, gifts come from unexpected people and places. Maybe people or places that don’t fit nicely into our idea of where Godly gifts should come from. We need to be ready to receive them.
2 Kings 4:42-44. A curious place to be prompted. A very small passage of scripture. Small but, if explored as parallel and as parable, filled with the potential for substantial insights to challenge, inspire, and feed our hungry hearts and souls.
Amen.
Benediction
The Lord bless you and keep you.
The Lord make His face to shine upon you, and be gracious unto you.
The Lord lift up His countenance upon you, and give you peace.
Charge
So let us go, reflecting on these words by Dorothy Day—journalist and one of the most well-known Catholic social activists of the twentieth century.
Young people say, "What can one person do? What is the sense of our small effort?" They cannot see that we can only lay one brick at a time, take one step at a time; we can be responsible only for the one action of the present moment. But we can beg for an increase of love in our hearts that will vitalize and transform these actions, and know that God will take them and multiply them, as Jesus multiplied the loaves and fishes.
Amen.
Into the Water Together
July 21, 2024
Jason Lee Sunday
Pastor Mike
Acts 8:26-40
At the Annual Conference session last month, Rev. Allen Buck, the pastor of Great Spirit UMC in Portland and leader of the Greater Northwest’s Circle of Indigenous Ministries, issued an invitation to all Oregon-Idaho Methodists to participate in the Circle’s new Truth-Telling Project. The purpose of the Truth-Telling Project is to build relationships and tell stories that will lead to repentance and healing for Indigenous communities often marginalized and traumatized by the Church. The initiative will contribute to the first phase of a robust new plan for indigenous ministries that was presented by Rev. Buck and adopted by delegates at last week’s Western Jurisdictional Conference. After truth-telling, the other three phases of the Jurisdiction’s plan are practices of repair, practices of self-determination, and leadership development. The Western Jurisdiction delegates approved spending $100,000 over the next four years to support this work.
One of the gifts of participating in a denominational system such as Methodism is realizing that the hopes for the Church which we hold as individuals – that our congregations be places of healing, authenticity, equity, and vibrant relationship – are shared by other people, and that there are people just like you and me who are involved in the system and doing something about what they want and inviting you to work alongside them. If you are interested in learning more about the Truth-Telling Project, I have a QR code here that you can scan, and I’ll also put out some information in the August newsletter for you.
It would be impossible to tell the truth about the relationship between indigenous peoples and Christianity in a place like Pocatello without taking a sustained critical look at Reverend Jason Lee, the Methodist preacher who became the first Protestant missionary in what was then called the Oregon Territory. Yes, Lee was courageous and ambitious; he founded settlements and schools; he helped set the stage for the annexation of Oregon to the United States. He responded to the call of God on his life as he understood it, and the Methodist Church in Blackfoot can trace its history directly to him, as we can trace ours to theirs.
But Lee was also a fallible man. He carried upon his body and in his mind the ideologies and sins of his generation. He came to this part of the country to evangelize its indigenous peoples – which for him was an expression of responsible love. But we know from his own journals and papers that did not – perhaps he could not – see them as fully human. He made the fatal mistake that so many colonizing Christians of that era made; a mistake that we, too, if we are not careful, can still so easily make: He bound together sharing Christ and imposing whiteness; he believed that, for a native person to become a Christian, assimilation to the culture, language, economy, and worldview of white Americans and Europeans would also be required. He equated faithful discipleship with a particular way of being human, and so he participated in the widespread erasure of native ways of being and in the theft of native land.
Jason Lee did not invent these sins and he certainly did not set off to the Northwest in order to bring about pain. But, as the scripture says, sin “clings” to us “so closely,” and Lee, as much as anyone of that time, viewed native peoples as problems and projects, not necessarily as partners and siblings. He wanted to change them; to improve them; to foist upon them a sense of identity bound up in labor and property ownership rather in ritual, community, and place. He didn’t consider that expanding the family of faith would require him to convert, require his understanding and practice of Christianity to change.
My point here is not to make us ashamed to be Methodists or Americans – that would be counterproductive – but to simply say that the present is built on the past, and that our history is full of good that’s been done and harm that’s been done. While we can’t go back and change things, we can learn from the past, the good and the harm, and move into the future with greater wisdom and care. Which brings me to today’s scripture.
The early church’s expansion, recorded in the New Testament book of Acts, took a radically different form than the model of Manifest Destiny. After the pouring out of the Holy Spirit upon the first Christians on Pentecost, people began to preach and teach and baptize in Jesus’ name wherever they found themselves. At first the movement was centralized in Jerusalem, but very soon, due to persecution, it was scattered abroad into neighboring towns, cities, regions, and, eventually, through Paul’s ministry, into nations. The movement was meant to expand. Jesus came to reveal the heart of God to the whole world, and before his ascension he had commissioned his followers to go and make disciples in Jerusalem, Samaria, and then on to the ends of the earth.
As the Church grew, the earliest conflicts were about whether or not new believers from outside Israel had to adopt all the old Jewish customs. The apostles thrashed this out and decided that, no, people did not have to adopt a single set of customs, or a single language, in order to be the Body of Christ. One faith, one Lord, one baptism, but not one way of being human.
In fact, what happened instead was that the earliest apostles, the Jewish Christians, were changed through their encounter with the Gentiles. They, the missionaries and evangelists, were transformed by their love for these supposedly unclean people as much as the new converts were changed by the gospel. This is evangelism as true joining, where there is mutual change. It is very much like falling in love and combining families. Messy, transformative, we adopt this tradition from your upbringing, that one from mine, and we make some other things from scratch together. I don’t impose changes on you; you don’t impose changes on me. Instead, through our shared desire for Christ, we come closer to one another and figure out what it means to live together there, near him.
We see something like this in the encounter between Philip and the Ethiopian eunuch. These two people could not be more different. Philip was a Jew living in Jerusalem who was elected by the apostles to be one of the Church’s first seven deacons. The Ethiopian eunuch was from Africa and despite his bodily trauma, he was politically and financially powerful. The only reason the two of them met at all was because the Holy Spirit led Philip into the eunuch’s path.
When they encountered one another, the eunuch was reading from the Hebrew Prophet Isaiah, and the two men began a conversation about what the scripture meant. Philip responded to the eunuch’s curiosity and questions, very much like the way Jason Lee, according to the tradition, responded to an inquiry by several native people in the Northwest by coming out to Oregon as a missionary.
But here’s where the paths diverge: when the eunuch heard what Philip had to say and believed him and then asked, “What would hinder me from being baptized right now?” Philip’s response was, “Well, nothing. Let’s do it.” But in most situations during American colonization and expansion, there were conditions for indigenous communities becoming Christian. If they were not outright forced to do so, which often happened, native peoples were expected to become like the settlers – become capitalists, property owners, English speakers, etc. And these conditions were enforced by American military pressure.
Here in our story, there is no condition for the eunuch’s baptism. In fact, after the baptism, Philip is whisked away by the Spirit to someplace else. Which is very significant. Having shared the Gospel with this traveler, he does not get to go to the traveler’s home and oversee how things will unfold from there, that is, if the eunuch will be a Christian “the right way.” The eunuch takes faith in Christ back to his own people and gets to share that faith in a way that is authentic to him and authentic to his context.
The baptism at the climax of the story shows us what baptism, which is the fundamental identity-marker and initiation ritual in our faith, means for the community. We enter the water together. We both end up changed. There is no imposition but only a Spirit-inspired encounter, only curiosity leading to conversation, and conversation to mutual conversion.
The history of Methodists in this particular place is not unique. We are dealing with the same complicated legacy as the Lutherans, the Episcopalians, the Catholics, the Presbyterians, and others. But we do need to deal with it, to tell the truth, to begin the work of repentance and repair.
If God wills it and the Spirit guides, perhaps someday there will be a relationship between our church and members of the Shoshone Bannock tribe. Maybe someday a beloved community will be born that places obstacles and hindrances before no person. But for that to happen, we would need to be willing to set aside much that we think is normal, necessary, and permanent and enter the primordial waters of creation, the flood waters of judgement, the baptismal waters of new birth.
Maybe one day we will. Amen.
Abide
Fruitfulness, Part 11:
Abide
June 30, 2024
Pastor Mike
John 15:1-17
“Abide in me as I abide in you. Just as the branch cannot bear fruit by itself unless it abides in the vine, neither can you unless you abide in me. I am the vine; you are the branches. Those who abide in me and I in them bear much fruit, because apart from me you can do nothing” (15:4-5).
God calls us to be fruitful. The fruits that God wants us to bear are acts of service that heal and liberate others. Jesus’ teaching about the vine and the branches in John 15 takes us to the heart of the matter. Over the course of this preaching series, we’ve examined the call to fruitfulness, and we’ve explored several of the fears and challenges that obstruct or complicate that call. Jesus now tells us how living the fruitful life is possible: “Abide in me as I abide in you.” The essence of Christian spirituality is contained in those eight words. Here is God’s amazing grace: Christ abides in us. And here is our great responsibility in the light of that grace: we must abide in Christ.
The Greek verb translated here as “abide” is meno. It’s a versatile word that can also be translated as “remain,” “dwell,” “continue,” or “tarry.” Let’s play with these possibilities, just to taste the richness of Jesus’ words.
Remain in me as I remain in you.
Dwell in me as I dwell in you.
Continue in me as I continue in you.
Tarry in me as I tarry in you.
Tarry is an old-fashioned word, but it’s in one of the great hymns: “And the joy we share as we tarry there / none other has ever known.” When we tarry somewhere, we stay longer than we intended; we delay our departure; we lose track of time.
What does it mean that Christ loses track of time in you – that Christ remains, dwells, and continues in you? And what does it mean for you to remain, continue, and dwell in Christ – to lose track of time in him?
One great instance of the word meno being used earlier in John’s Gospel comes from the fourth chapter, which records Jesus’ encounter with the Samaritan woman at the well of Jacob. After a cautious start to the conversation, the woman receives the love of Jesus, and she runs back to her people in town and tells them to come and meet a man who “told me everything I ever did” (John 4:39). “So, when the Samaritans came to him, they urged him to abide with them, and tarried two days” (John 4:40). Two uses of meno. Desire meets desire: Jesus responds to our deep longing for his presence. And all our longing, of course, is rooted in God’s eternal decision to be our loving, saving God.
What Jesus wants to get across in this teaching is that we are made for constant communion with him; we are meant to dwell in him and to make his words our own story. We are created to be branches, rooted in the vine and bringing forth fruit. We are channels of all the life and energy that the vine wants to give us. But we are not the vine. We do not plant or provide for ourselves; we do not determine when it is pruning time or harvest time. We don’t choose what the farmer will do with the fruit. This is good news because it keeps us from thinking we need to be particularly strong or intelligent or creative or influential to live the fruitful life. Jesus wants to give us himself, all that he is, with all the love and power that he has received from his Father in the Holy Spirit. All our striving should be aimed at making a home in him.
Jesus elaborates on what he means by this abiding as the passage unfolds. After saying “abide in me,” he says, “abide in my love.” And then: “If you keep my commandments, you will abide in my love.” Me, my love, my commandments. My commandments, my love, me. I came across a great quote recently by a twentieth-century French Catholic social worker named Madeleine Delbrêl. She wrote, “[T]he only valid commentary on the Sermon on the Mount is our life.”[1] We come to know the truth of Jesus’ words as we live them – not as we debate or examine or repeat them, but as we practice them. Abiding in Christ is not passive but active. But the activity takes the form of trusting what Christ has told us about who we are and enduring in the way he has set before us. We abide in Christ when we pray, when we take his words to heart, when we serve others as he has served us. And as we abide in him, he promises to abide in us, to give us everything that we need to bear fruit; he promises to be the source of our love and our joy.
When I stood before Bishop Bridgeforth last Sunday for my Commissioning, one of the things he asked me was, Will you be faithful in prayer, in the study of the Holy Scriptures, and with the help of the Holy Spirit continually rekindle the gift of God that is in you? He could just as easily have said, “Will you abide in Christ, as Christ abides in you?” But I love that liturgical language: rekindling the gift of God that is in you…
What does that mean for you? How do you continually rekindle the gift of God that is in you? There is a gift of God in you – it is Christ himself! How will you open yourself to him? How will you set yourself up to lose track of time and tarry with him in prayer, in the scriptures, in compassionate service?
I see at least two ways we might struggle with this passage.
The first is with the idea of pruning. We’re called to bear fruit, but Jesus also says, “Every branch that bears fruit [God] prunes to make it bear more fruit” (15:3). So the abiding, pruning, and fruit-bearing go together; we can’t have one without the others. The metaphor suggests that our growth in Christ depends upon God cutting away all that is superfluous or worn out and unproductive. Our life in Christ moves through this rhythm: harvest time, pruning time, harvest time, pruning time. Part of abiding in Christ means allowing ourselves to be simplified, streamlined, integrated. As we abide in him in prayer, scripture, and service, he will teach us what is essential to our thriving and what is obstructive. Sometimes we are hindered by a material distraction or possession; sometimes we are hung up on old way of thinking, on an old story that no longer serves us about who we are or what the world is like. God makes the cut; and the cut hurts, but it also allows us to channel a greater concentration of divine energy, and to bear more fruit.
The second way we might struggle with this passage is with the black-and-whiteness of it: “apart from me you can do nothing.” Jesus says that it is impossible for us to bear fruit unless we abide in him, and he in us; that if we don’t keep the spiritual channels open, we will whither up and be removed from him.
What does this mean, we might wonder, about those who do not follow Christ but who nevertheless are working for the good of the world?
The literary context of the passage is helpful here. Jesus spoke these words about the vine on the night of his betrayal and arrest. He had just finished washing his disciples’ feet in the upper room, and Judas Iscariot, one of the twelve, left to set Jesus’ arrest in motion. With the betrayer gone, Jesus began a new teaching for the remaining eleven, “Abide in me as I abide in you” (15:1).
Throughout John’s Gospel, Jesus repeatedly speaks in these metaphorical “I am” statements. “I am the bread of life.” I am the light of the world.” “I am the gate and the good shepherd” “I am the resurrection and the life.” “I am the way, the truth, and the life.” Some of these teachings – the bread, the light, the gate – come from the early days of Jesus’ ministry when he was preaching to great crowds. “I am the resurrection and the life” was spoken only to Martha when Jesus came to raise her brother Lazarus from the dead. Audience matters. Jesus has already said that anyone is welcome to find their nourishment in him, to make him the light of their life. But the audience for the vine teaching is not the crowd, not an individual, and not even the twelve disciples, but the eleven. Jesus tells those who would remain with him through the agony of crucifixion and the ecstasy of resurrection, those who would receive the Holy Spirit and become the Church to abide in him. This vine word is a word for the church, for those who “have already been cleansed by the word that I have spoken to you” (John 15:3).
The point, I think, is that Jesus refuses to be an idea among other ideas, or a system among other systems, or a philosophy among other philosophies, or a curiosity among other curiosities. He is a person, the personal God, who wants to give all that he is and has to us. And for him to do that we need to open ourselves completely to him. God is so much vaster and at the same time so much more intimate than we can conceive, and we are called to grow into that vastness, into that intimacy through Christ. The vine is not a teaching aimed at excluding others, it's a teaching aimed at excluding everything in us that would keep us from the pure practice of his love, and the clear experience of his joy. If we want to retain the right to do some things without him, or to live a part of our lives apart from him, then we have not truly understood the promise or call of this abiding. He calls us friends; he wants to make our joy complete; he wants the world to know his love. His perfection, his fullness, requires our wholehearted devotion.
So I’d like to invite us into a time of reflection, and here are the two questions I want you to sit with: What does it look like for you to abide in Christ – and will you do it? Is something inessential being pruned away from you – and will you allow it?
Let’s tarry with these questions in the company of the Holy Spirit or a few minutes, and then we will celebrate the essential truth of our mutual abiding with a baptism.
In the name of God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit. Amen.
[1] Madeleine Delbrêl, The Holiness of Ordinary People, eds. Gilles François and Bernard Pitaud (San Francisco: Ignatius Press, 2024), 120.
Abide In My Love
Fruitfulness, Part 12:
Abide In My Love
July 7, 2024
Pastor Mike
John 15:9-11, 16
Back on April 21, shortly after Easter, I began a twelve-part preaching series on fruitfulness. Fruitfulness is a theme that runs through the Bible from cover to cover. We’ve encountered it in the Genesis creation story, in the erotic poetry of the Song of Songs, in the prophetic words of Jeremiah, in the parables of Jesus, and beyond. The ancient Hebrews, Palestinians, and Greeks who recorded and passed on the stories that would one day become our scriptures were people who lived close to the ground. As they searched for the words to describe their life with God across the centuries, words for what they had learned about God’s desire for humankind, they contemplated their grape vines, their wheat fields, their olive, date, and pomegranate trees, and they thought, God wants precisely this: that we remain deeply rooted in the Spirit, so that we might bring forth gifts for the world. God wants us to bear good fruit – fruit that feeds body, heart, and mind.
As I bring this series to its conclusion today, I hope that the fruit-bearing metaphor has rooted itself in your own imagination, and that you have become curious about and attentive to your own sense of call.
Here at the end, I want to revisit some words from the Apostle Paul. In the first chapter of his letter to the Colossians, Paul writes this: “We are asking that you may be filled with the knowledge of [God’s] will in all wisdom and spiritual understanding, so that you may walk worthy of the Lord, fully pleasing to him: bearing fruit in every good work and growing in the knowledge of God” (Col. 1:9-10).
This is Paul’s prayer for Christians in the Church. He hopes that we are putting our faith in action, that we are not merely hearing the Word but also doing it. But he also acknowledges a sequence here, a priority. Before the fruit can be offered, it must ripen. “May you be filled with all wisdom and spiritual understanding, so that you may bear fruit in every good work.” We must be filled, we must be rooted, we must be well ourselves if we are to sustain the work of helping others to be well. “We love because he first loved us” (1 John 4:19). If we are going to multiply and share divine love in this world, we must experience divine love for ourselves. The fruit of the Spirit is the fruit of the Spirit. We are vessels, channels, branches, and we must be connected to our source.
In his great teaching on the vine, Jesus told the disciples, “As the Father has loved me, so I have loved you; abide in my love” (John 15:9). If Jesus loves us the way that the Father has loved him, we ought to wonder, ‘How has the Father loved Jesus?’ Answering that question will tell us a lot about the love we have been created to participate in, the love that will empower us to “walk worthy of the Lord.” How has the Father loved Jesus? Asking that question brings us to the very heart of the fruit-bearing life.
First, God prepared the way for Jesus. God appeared to a teenage peasant named Mary, announcing that she would conceive a child by the Holy Spirit who would save his people from their sins. God spoke to Joseph in a dream and commanded him to remain with Mary despite the scandal of her pregnancy and to guard her from the hateful violence of Herod. God led this family to Bethlehem for the child’s birth and guided the Eastern Magi there by a star. These Gentiles came to worship him, and in worshipping him, they confirmed his identity as the Savior of all people.
God set his Son in a religious community where Jesus would grow up connected to the sacred within and around him. God set him in a humble and loving Galilean home in which Jesus would grow up learning the ordinary trades and stories of his people. When the time was right, God sent John the Baptist into the wilderness to preach a baptism for the repentance of sins, a message that stirred the heart of Jesus and compelled him to step out of the obscurity of his origins into a life of dramatic public ministry.
Through all this scandal, danger, obscurity, and silence, God loved Jesus by preparing the way for him, and Jesus loves us by preparing our way. Jesus makes a way for us. We can trust him to guide our steps as we put one foot in front of the other. If we look backward and consider the roads by which we’ve come to this moment, we will say, ‘He helped me to get here.’ And as we look ahead, we can say, ‘I know that he will open the doors that need to be opened and frustrate the paths that need to be frustrated.’ Jesus works in us and for us long before we are aware of it. If you are uncertain of what the future holds for you, trust that grace goes before you into the unknown. You will meet the love of God there in the people and places that have been prepared for you.
How else has the Father loved Jesus? Well, God appeared to Jesus in a few moments of sublime spiritual clarity. At his baptism in the Jordan River, Jesus saw the heavens opened and the Spirit descending upon him like a dove. He was embraced by the light of God, and he heard the voice of his Father speaking to him: “You are my beloved Son, with you I am well pleased.” The Spirit came down and anointed him with power for ministry. The voice and the anointing go together. Love is power. Affirmation is power. Later on, atop the mount of Transfiguration, Jesus was illuminated from within. In this presence of Peter, James, and John, his clothes became dazzling white and his skin glowed. And again there was the voice of the Father, speaking now to the world: “This is my beloved Son, listen to him.” At both baptism and Transfiguration, the Father explicitly affirmed the goodness of Jesus: “You are beautiful. You are good. You have a voice that is worth listening to you.” The Father loved Jesus by separating the veil between eternity and time and naming Jesus’ essence, calling forth the very best that was within him.
This is how Jesus loves us. Jesus cuts through the murky, turbulent realities of the world to speak to our essence, to affirm that we are good and that we have our origin and our end in love. He steadies us in our God-given identity. Jesus breaks through to us – not often, perhaps, but enough – in moments of pure spiritual insight. He affirms our belovedness and anoints us for ministry in his name.
A third way that the Father loved Jesus was by empowering his ministry. God answered Jesus’ prayers and supplied power for miracles of healing, forgiveness, and multiplication of food. God surrounded Jesus with friends and coworkers, men and women who saw him, provided for him, learned from him. God was there in the day-to-day grind of ministering to the needs of the crowd, and God was there in the secret place when Jesus needed to slip away and pray. Jesus sustains us, too. He gathers us into a community of servants, helps us to endure the demands of our baptismal ministry, and provides our daily bread.
The Father also met and held Jesus in those moments when Jesus suffered most. There were many times when Jesus was exhausted and hungry. For forty days in the wilderness he experienced an onslaught of temptation. At the end of his ministry, he was insulted, betrayed, tortured, abandoned, and killed. In all of it, God was there. Even in the garden of Gethsemane, as Jesus prayed that the cup of suffering might pass from him, the Father received that prayer, and allowed Jesus to speak his agony without shame or reproach. The depth, trust, and honesty of their love kept all fear at baby. God went into the darkness with Jesus, shared the pain of his Son.
Here, too, is Jesus’ love for us. When we are tempted, when our strength fails, when our bodies are sick or hungry or worn out, when we feel abandoned, when our love proves to be costly and being faithful means sharing in the sufferings of others, when voices of anger and fear and despair begin whispering to us, when the ground collapses under us and reliable ways of thinking shatter, when we grope about in the dark for God – Jesus is there, holding us close. He cries with us, and he also works creatively over and within our chaos. The darkness is not dark to him (Ps. 139:12).
Finally, God the Father loved Jesus by vindicating him. God raised Jesus from the dead. God broke the power of sin and shame. God did not let suffering to have the last word over Jesus’ story but gave Jesus a future beyond the worst things that could happen and did happen. And Jesus will vindicate us, too. Whether the worst for you is a relapse or a frustrated dream, whether it is facing a long-buried trauma or nearing the end of life in old age, Jesus promises that we “will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living” (Ps. 27:13). There will be a way where we think there is no way. He will make us new.
What can we say about the Father’s love for Jesus? It was a love that prepared the way; a love that affirmed; a love that provided; a love that suffered; a love that made new.
What can we say about Jesus’ love for us? It will be a love that lights our path, that calls forth our true self, that meets us in our daily work, that holds us when it all shatters, that lifts us up again. If we abide in him. If we make prayer our priority.
But we cannot stop with ourselves. We are branches, remember. This love is ours when we are rooted in the Vine. But our purpose is to bear fruit for others. From the Father to Jesus, from Jesus to us, from us to the world. I think, at last, that we’re ready to define the fruits that God has called us to bring forth.
Friends, go prepare the way for someone. Help someone, even when they are not aware of it, to find their footing in this world. Care for the children in your community, be the warm presence they carry with them unconsciously through years of turbulent change. Be a voice for the voiceless. Pay the first month’s rent for that family in secret. Tell the stories. Sing the songs. Keep the roof on the Church. Love others by preparing their way.
Bear God’s fruit by intervening in other’s lives at moments of critical decision, by affirming their goodness and validating their call. Tell someone, “God is well pleased with you.”
Bear God’s fruit by helping others get through their day-to-day labor with a measure of dignity and space for rest and even with joy. Help lighten the load when you can. Learn from each other, support each other, provide for each other.
Bear God’s fruit by being there for others in the worst of times. Compassion costs, but don’t run from the cost. Go and offer the gift of your presence; send the text that says, “I’m thinking about you, is there anything I can do.” Drop off the meal, watch the kids, affirm that tears are healthy and holy.
Bear God’s fruit by helping people to celebrate when light finally shines in their darkness, when long-closed doors begin to swing open, when wounds are brought to the surface and begin to heal. Just as you go down into the depths with people, go up onto the mountaintops. Push pause and say, “Don’t you dare move on from this yet. This is worth celebrating. We’re having a party.”
This is fruitfulness. It touches every nook and cranny of life and demands our complete attention. It manifests in the planned and the spontaneous, the critical moments and the small, mundane moments. It takes all of us. It is preparing, affirming, providing, suffering, and celebrating love. And it can only happen as we… abide. May it be so. Amen.
Let the Dream Breathe
Fruitfulness, Part 9:
Let the Dream Breathe
June 16, 2024
Pastor Mike
Leviticus 25:1-7
Two months ago, I began this preaching series on fruitfulness by asking each of you to consider how and where and for whom God was calling you to bear fruit. The fruits we’re called to offer are good works, and a good work is one that manifests Christ in the world: his lowliness, his sacrificial love, his healing and justice and mercy. In Ephesians, Paul say that “we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do” (Eph. 2:10). If, every day, we are allowing God to mold us a bit more, we can be confident that the good works – the fruit – will come. God prepares the way, and God makes us fit.
That makes it sound easy, but it is not easy. Just as Jesus had to pass through the wilderness of temptation and the garden of agony in order to perfect that prayer, “Yet not what I want, but what You want,” so it is for us: learning to pray “Thy will be done” is the project of a lifetime. To be God’s handiwork means that God must reshape us, reform us. It takes courage, humility, and patience for us to open up to God a bit more every day and discern the purposes set aside just for us, rather than the ones we’d naturally choose for ourselves.
Over the past several weeks we’ve explored some of the challenges that we face in the fruitful life: Fear of our smallness; discontentment with our time and our place. Possessiveness. Premature judgement. To round out this section of the series, I want to face the fear at the root of so many of the other fears, this basic fear of letting God in in the first place.
This fear, strangely, rears its head not so much at the beginning of things but in the middle, after we are well underway. And that is because we often begin a job, a marriage, a spiritual journey, or a project from a place of hope or delight. We get a taste for fruitfulness, and we feel the possibilities and the power of it. But over time we fall into habits, into patterns of productivity.
We overidentify with the field and the fruit, thinking success depends upon us, and we begin to break our backs in and out of season to keep things growing. We white-knuckle it. Exhaustion and resentment start to grow, but we struggle to see it. We think this is what love looks like. We think this is the price of the good fruit. Managing everything alone.
Managing. Everything. Alone.
What I’m trying to say is that we can get addicted to fruitfulness; we can step into our various callings with earnest and end up in a situation, years later, in which we are never taking a break, because we’ve forgotten that God is the one who gives the growth (1 Cor. 3:6).
Walter Brueggemann – biblical scholar, theologian, preacher – once wrote, “Sabbath sets a boundary to our best, most intense efforts to manage life…”[1] Sabbath is God’s answer to this difficulty we have with releasing things into God’s hands. Sabbath requires that we let go and step back in order to rest and to be freed from compulsion. Sabbath is God’s way of helping us remember that everything we have and everything we’re called to is a gift from God, rooted in his grace not in our own teeth-gritting effort. Sabbath lets the field breath, the calling breathe, the dream breathe. Sabbath gives God room to come in and bless us with new perspective and vision and calm.
The Sabbath laws are recorded in Exodus, Leviticus, and Deuteronomy, and each version of them is a little different. In all of them, there is a law about the Sabbath day: every seventh day the Israelites were commanded to rest from all work. No cooking, no plowing or harvesting, no mending, no building; and, importantly, no forcing anyone else to do these things for you. Sabbath extended to the whole community, landowners, homeowners, hired workers, slaves, animals, land.
The Sabbath day was set aside for rest and worship and joyful fellowship. It has its roots in the Creation story, which tells of God creating the world in six days and then resting on the seventh day. The promise was that God could be encountered just as much in rest as in work; when we let go of management and being managed, we find that God is there in the space that’s been opened, waiting for us, enjoying us.
So, there’s a Sabbath day, and then there’s a Sabbatical year. After working for six full years, the Israelites were commanded to take a whole year off from agricultural production. No sowing, pruning, gathering. They had to leave their fields and plows and barns and threshing floors alone. And they could not force anyone else to work for them while they were resting.
Think about that, a whole year without the usual labor. And not just for you but for your entire community. The whole system of production ceases. In that openness and rest, what might spring up? Think about how that would change the character of years one through six, how in year one you’d enter back into work rested and rejuvenated and in years five or six you’d be tired, but you’d know that a great peace was about to receive you into it.
Think of a whole year for restoring your strength, then throwing yourself into things that delight you, then beginning to entertain daydreams about your work and seeing possibilities float through your mind that you hadn’t been able to see when you were so in it, so close to it.
You’d look out at your field and realize that it’ll be stronger for having this rest. And whether you were the landowner or the employee, you’d be opting into a situation of shared dependence, dependence on the daily bread God had promised to provide even in the midst of a great rest from labor.
Israel first received these Sabbath laws while they were journeying in the wilderness. In the wilderness, they had to live day by day trusting God for their basic needs. Every morning when they woke up, heavenly bread called manna was sprinkled on the ground for them to gather. And Moses told the people that they were allowed to gather just enough for that day, according to their family’s needs. Anything gathered above and beyond would get maggots in it. But if you gathered just what you needed, there was always enough.
Even this life of daily dependence in the wilderness was structured around Sabbath. On the sixth day, the people were allowed to gather twice as much as on the other days, because on the seventh day, the Sabbath, the manna would not come. The seventh day was not for gathering and baking but for resting. Even in the wilderness, when they were taking life one day at a time, the people were pressed to take this extra step and break from routine, trusting even more profoundly.
Here's God’s question for us this morning: When’s the last time you took your hands off your field? Wherever those energies for fruitfulness are being concentrated in your life, when’s the last time you took your hands off, stopped tinkering, managing, laboring? When’s the last time you took a break so that God could come in and have a say? When’s the last time you let your calling – the dream itself – catch its breath and feel safe and strong again?
God does not require your constant back-breaking labor. God made you. God prepared a field for you. God is “able, through his mighty power at work within us, to accomplish infinitely more than we might ask or think” (Eph. 3:20), but only if we let God’s power in. To the extent that we never rest, we diminish the possibilities for our fruitfulness. This is the paradox. We can go only as far as what we can think up or dream up or ask for, whereas God can bring into the picture that which we don’t even know to ask for, realities so far beyond what our minds can dream up.
The truth is that if you never take your hands off the field – for an hour, a day, a season – you will exhaust yourself, and you will exhaust the people around you, and you will risk even exhausting your gift. If you are working in your field but you’ve come to resent it; if you are sowing and plowing and harvesting without any joy or curiosity; if you’ve become selfish or possessive in way that closes you off to divine or human input, then you need a Sabbath, you need a boundary, you need to step back.
As I said before, the Sabbath laws were part of a social contract. They were given to a whole community, a whole nation, not just to certain individuals. To me, this means that when it comes to resting from our fields, to removing our hands so that God, whose handiwork we are, can do the primary molding and shaping, we in the Church need to hold one another accountable.
If Sabbath rest is good for each of us, and for the people around us, and for the very things we’re working toward, then you ought to be able to say to someone else, “Hey, you haven’t made space for your own rest like we agreed to. You’re bleeding yourself dry; you’ve lost the joy here; you’re dragging down the people around you; you’re missing the forest for the trees; you’re acting like it all depends on you, like you’re the cornerstone. It’s time you took your hands off.” And you ought to be able to hear and receive that word from someone else.
The New Testament tells us in many places that we are Christ’s Body, and that each of us is a member of that body, with a unique calling, a particular contribution to make. But to be healthy, a body needs rest – the rest of physical sleep, the rest of deep prayer. And we are Christ’s body. Did he not slip away from the crowds to pray in secret? Did he not sleep in the boat unconcerned while the storm raged?
Psalm 127:2 says that “God gives sleep to his beloved” (Ps. 127:2), and the writer of Hebrews tells us that “a Sabbath rest still remains for the people of God, for those who enter God’s rest also rest from their labors as God did from his” (Hebrews 4:9-10).
As we seek to be fruitful, to do the good works that God has prepared for us, may we learn that taking our hands off our field from time to time is not an expression of failure but of faith.
In the name of God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit. Amen.
[1] Walter Brueggeman, The Land: Place as Gift, Promise, and Challenge in Biblical Faith, Overtures to Biblical Theology (Philadelphia: Fortress Pres, 1977), 63.
Weeds and Wheat
Fruitfulness, Part 8:
Weeds and Wheat
June 9, 2024
Pastor Mike
Matthew 13:24-30
Okay, I need everyone’s help with something. Take a moment to have a good look at the people sitting around you. Now let’s get to the bottom of it. Who here is a weed? Which of your neighbors in the pew came from a bad seed sown by the enemy? Go on, point them out. I’ve brought a hoe with me, so we can start cleaning house.
[pause]
Of course, this is not how we would ever treat one another in the church. We might navigate legitimate conflict from time to time in order to address a wrong; we might hold others accountable and be held accountable to the purposes God has for us. But at the end of the day, we know that what unites us is not our shared moral perfection but our great need for God’s love. God asks us to be patient with one another, to be kind. God asks us to forgive each other not seven times but seventy times seven. 1 Samuel 16:7 says that “people look at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.” In that case, let’s just leave this hoe on the altar, in God’s hands, where it belongs.
We chuckle at the invitation to start weeding up one another. Why, then, do we often insist on treating ourselves and the wider world that way? When we look inward at the field of our being and when we look outward at the field of the world, we can be so sure that we know weeds from wheat. Jesus told this parable, and Matthew wrote it down, so that we would resist the temptation to be impatiently and violently critical, judging what we don’t yet see clearly, whether in ourselves or out in our communities.
In the parable, an enemy sabotages a farmer’s wheat field. The farmer sowed good seed, but when the crop sprang up from the soil and started developing fruit, something was wrong. A second type of plant was there. Weeds! Now, this parable does not have the typical Greek word for weeds in it. Instead, Jesus uses a word for a particular kind of weed, a weed that looks a lot like wheat. The two cannot be reliably distinguished from one another until they’re grown enough to start producing differently colored kernels of grain. You almost have to wait until harvest time to be certain which is which.
The servants were the first to notice that there were two different plants in the field, so they went and told their master. They asked him if they should go into the field to pull the weeds out. But the farmer told them to wait, to be patient. “You can tell that they’re different,” he says, “but are you sure you can tell which is which? If you go in hastily and start tearing things out, you might damage what’s good without meaning to. Let them mature until harvest time, and then I’ll tell the harvesters to take care of it. And do try not to worry about it; there will come a time when the two will be sorted out. Get back to the work that you know is yours to do.”
As I’ve been sitting with this passage all week, I’ve been thinking about where in my life I feel the friction of weeds and wheat growing close together. In two weeks, I’ll be commissioned as a provisional elder at our Annual Conference session, so my vocational journey has been on my mind. Pastoring is one of the areas in which God has called me to live a fruitful life, and along the way I’ve had some weeds spring up in me that I used to think were wheat, and I’ve had some good grain growing that I had once written off as weeds.
Perfectionism is a weed that got sown in me early on. I thought pastors had to be perfect people, immune to doubt and failure, always ready with the most intelligent thing to say. For a long time, I thought this tendency at work in me was wheat. It pushed me to learn as much as I could as fast I could, to rise to the expectations, real and imagined, of other people. If you’ve ever struggled with perfectionism, you know that for a long time it’s hard to diagnose because people come to admire you and achievement creates the feeling of being in control.
But over time the reality dawned on me. Trying to be perfect was miserable, and it was keeping me from real freedom in God and from risking myself in love and commitment. Underneath the constant performance, I was ashamed and afraid. Ashamed, because I knew the inner mess. Afraid, because I didn’t know whether I would still be loved and respected if I was more honest about my struggles.
But in God’s good time, and with the help of many harvesters – a spiritual director, a therapist, good friends – I discovered that I didn’t actually want to be perfect. What I wanted was integrity. They sound similar but they are as different as night from day. At this point in my life, I have let go of the idea that I need to have it all together in order to be a good pastor. That weed – so useful, so wheat-like in the early days – has been gathered and tossed into the fire.
I’ve had it the other way, too. I’ve had a weed that in the end turned out to be wheat. The simplest word for it is emotion. Early on in my life, I began cutting myself off from feeling and expressing strong feelings. Emotions are messy; they’re vulnerable. You ever feel that way? My experience as a young boy taught me that my emotions often went unreciprocated or opened me up to mockery. Better to not have them, then. Better to think and do than to feel.
The great exception to this, for me, was when I first encountered God’s love as a middle schooler. That conversion was extremely emotional. I longed for God, talked with God, sang and danced before God. But even in the church it didn’t take long for my religion of the heart to cool into a religion of the mind. I thought that detachment and academics were the road to earning the approval of people I wanted to impress, such as my professors. I also learned to critique emotional manipulation in the church, another good reason to separate emotional expression from spirituality.
But I was wrong to try and rip this out. Estranged from my body, afraid of what I felt, I could not truly love. I could not sustain joy in God or intimacy in relationships or compassionate service on behalf of others. Jesus loved from his gut, from his heart, from the tears that flowed out of his eyes. In recent years, the most powerful moments in my life as a pastor, husband, father, and even as a thinker have come when I have noticed and integrated deep feeling. What I judged an unwanted and ugly weed has turned out to be the most lovely, most necessary of grains.
What I’m trying to show is that I’ve gotten the weeds and the wheat mixed up. I’ve been impatient. I’ve misunderstood my role in the story. I thought I was supposed to be a harvester, but I’m not: I’m called to be a servant, whose task is to love God with all my heart, soul, and strength, and to love my neighbor as myself. In God’s time, what is healthy in me will be distinguished from what is unhealthy. God is patient with us, waiting until we are ready to experience judgment as a form of mercy. I wonder what’s going on in your own inner field, and whether you might be judging some aspects of yourself too quickly.
Let’s consider the weeds and wheat of the world. Republicans and Democrats. The rich and the poor. White American citizens and brown-skinned refugees. Southerners, Northerners, Westerners. Latter-Day Saints and United Methodists. Weeds! Wheat! Are we so sure?
When Matthew wrote down this parable, his own Christian community was in crisis. They had broken from their roots in the Jewish synagogue and were dealing with the grief of that separation. They were tempted to self-righteousness, to consider themselves better than the people around them. They had gotten it right, after all, believing in Jesus. “We’re the real children of God!”
Again, Jesus’ answer is patience, humility, and turning our attention from judgment to service. Earlier in Matthew, Jesus preached these words: “Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only the one who does the will of my Father” (Matt. 7:21) – which means there are weeds in here and wheat out there, those who confess Christ but don’t live for him and those who do not confess Christ who nevertheless do God’s will. We do not know what God knows; we do not see as God sees.
What it boils down to is this: There are times when as individuals we need to repent; there are times as a congregation when we need to navigate conflict; there are times when we must address the world with prophetic urgency and righteous anger. Exploitation, oppression, and abuse call for swift intervention. But when it comes to seeing ourselves or other people in such absolute terms – weed, wheat; good, bad; true Christian, false Christan – God tells us to let it be, let it go. Instead of slicing ourselves or our communities apart with criticism, we are to seek and do God’s will: self-emptying service, radical hospitality, and only the very occasional, very calculated turning over of tables.
The world is a mixed-up place, full of both beauty and brokenness, and we see through a glass dimly. Yet Jesus joined us in our mixed-up place. He shared our “true, slow confinement in time.” He did not anticipate the will of God but received and responded to God’s will moment by moment in perfect trust. And when he pours his Spirit into our hearts, he helps us to trust God’s wisdom, wait for God’s appointed time, and do God’s will.
And instead of hoeing, let us pray:
Search me, God, and know my heart;
test me and know my anxious thoughts.
See if there is any offensive way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting. (Psalm 139:23-24)
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.
Don’t Be a Fool with the Fruit
Fruitfulness, Part 7:
June 2, 2024
Ordinary Time
Pastor Mike
Luke 12:13-21
This is the seventh segment in our preaching series on the biblical theme of fruitfulness. Most recently, we’ve been exploring some of the challenges we face in the fruit-bearing lives that we’re called to lead. So far, we’ve been dealing with the challenge of fear, but this parable of Jesus, unique to the Gospel of Luke, introduces a new challenge, the challenge of pride. Fear is very often at the root of pride; we puff ourselves up or take more than our fair share because we are afraid of not being enough or not having enough. Even so, Jesus brings pride into central focus in his story of the rich farmer, warning us against “many kinds of greed” (Luke 12:15).
We can be greedy with a lot or greedy with a little. Greed is possessiveness, which is a disposition of the heart. Greed is most concerned with getting – getting money, power, stuff. Perhaps it’s because I live with two toddlers, but I feel particularly tuned in to the linguistic expressions of greed. Do you know what greed’s favorite words are? I. Me. Mine.
During his ministry, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. preached on this parable frequently. In one sermon, given to a congregation in 1967 in Chicago, King said this: “Now if you read that parable in the Book of Luke, you will discover that this man utters about 60 words. And do you know that in 60 words he said ‘I’ and ‘my’ more than 15 times? This man was a fool because he said ‘I’ and ‘my’ so much until he lost the capacity to say ‘we’ are ‘our’.”[1]
One of the areas that the I, Me, and My most forcefully exert themselves is in the area of money. In the time of Jesus, a field thick with grain meant financial security. As Christians, how should we behave when we have more resources than we need – even when we are surprised by a sudden onrush of abundance – like this rich man whose fields produced a surplus crop?
I want to recognize that money-talk in church can make us uneasy. One reason for this is that Christian leaders have abused money in countless ways throughout the Church’s history, demanding more and more of it from the people in the pews in order to fund projects of the ego: armies, cathedrals, jumbo jets.
Another reason is that we are culturally conditioned to think of money-talk as taboo. Which is exactly what the powers and principalities of our age desire. If money is the driving force in our society, the determinative factor between who thrives and who flounders, between who has access and who is excluded, between those who can escape from trivialities and those who suffocate under “a relentless piling on a problems,”[2] then of course we’re conditioned not to talk about it. Widespread poverty is America’s most enduring evil, yet American Christians balk at asking moral questions about their money.
But we must also admit that we avoid money-talk in the Church because money, along with the things it can buy and the security that it seems to provide, exposes some of our most deep-seated selfishness, underneath of which lies a complex of anxiety and hurt. I’ve worked for this. I’ve earned this. Our attitudes and actions around money often reveal our patterns of sin, as well as our wounds.
Jesus talked about money and possessions all the time. He talked about money without embarrassment or apology. He consistently taught that worldly riches, and the desire to accumulate them, are the greatest obstacles to God’s kingdom and to fullness of life.
Being both materially wealthy and a faithful disciple is not impossible, but Jesus indicated on numerous occasions that it takes an incredible amount of spiritual maturity and moral discipline. Few can do it, in part because money provides an illusion of security, and under that illusion the heart lets its guard down, growing lax like the man in Jesus’ parable who says, O Soul, relax! Eat, drink, and be merry. You’ve got ample goods to please you for years to come.
The story goes that the fields of a rich farmer yielded an exceptionally fruitful crop. There was more to be harvested than the man was able to store. To him, this presented a problem. What was to be done with the excess? It’s worth pausing here to note that the man turns his unexpected bounty into a complicated problem. How easy it would have been to simply share what he couldn’t store for himself. But whenever we are confronted by a clear and obvious opportunity for economic justice, we usually overcomplicate it. As Matthew Desmon says provocatively in his new book on poverty, “Hungry people want bread. The rich convene a panel of experts. Complexity is the refuge of the powerful.”[3] In the case of the parable, the “expert” that the man consults is himself. He decides that the best course of action would be to demolish his barns and build bigger ones. “But just when he had resolved to do this” (Matt. 1:20, NRSV), God intrudes upon the man’s fantasy, his soliloquy, and calls him a fool – for this very night, God tell him, you will die.
The man doesn’t talk with anyone about his intentions to build these bigger barns. He doesn’t talk with his laborers about their capacity; he doesn’t ask his neighbors how their own fields have fared; he doesn’t turn to his congregation to see if there’s a need in the community that his excess could address. Most indicting of all, he does not welcome God into the conversation. Which is to say, the man does not pray.
This rich man from the parable mistook wealth, abundance, and fruitfulness as matters of individual concern and private decision making. He did not lay his situation as a creature before the will of the Creator. Dr. King was right, ‘I’ and ‘my’ dominate his words, and his only conversation partner is his own soul. But in a great irony, this soul, which the man treats as the only reality in all the world, is precisely what he loses when God comes calling.
Money is a means to an end, not an end in itself. Money has to be used for something; it has to represent something. The hard thing is that, as Christians, we don’t get to decide what the ends for our money are. God decides the ends, and God has revealed the shape of that decision in the ministry of Jesus of Nazareth. Jesus emptied himself of privilege to serve suffering humanity. Jesus drew together people from all walks of life and insisted that they forge a life in his Spirit where everyone would have enough daily bread to eat. Jesus sought the kingdom of God above all else, trusting that God knows and will provide for our needs.
The point I want to stress is that our decisions about money, especially when the harvest is extravagant, are not decisions to be made in the privacy of our own inner talk. That feels blasphemous to say in our society, yet it is the persistent position that that the Bible takes.
Perhaps you talk openly with your spouse about money, and you’re wondering if that’s enough. Sus and I certainly keep learning how to talk about money, since we were raised to approach it so differently. And it was messy before it got, well, less messy, requiring constant evolution for both of us.
If you can’t talk with your partner or spouse about money at all, or without it getting weird and contentious, that’s a problem. If you won’t allow your partner or spouse to have a say in how you earn or spend your resources, that’s a problem. If each person in the relationship thinks of money in “I” and “My” terms rather than in “We” and “Our” terms, that’s a problem.
The household can be a great practice facility for talking about money, and all the fears and habits and temptations that come with it. But even for the healthiest couple with lots of hard-won victories of communication behind them, money will still be an idol when God is not invited into the conversation. In addition to making money-talk taboo, our culture idolizes the family unit. When we do consider who our money and possessions and resources are for beyond ourselves, our imaginations often travel only as far as our bloodline. A marriage or committed partnership can amplify this tendency, rather than break it down.
In the Book of Acts, Luke records a story from the first days of the Christian Church about a couple named Ananias and Sapphira. They were early converts, and they made a half-hearted attempt at participating in the new economics of the Kingdom, selling a piece of property and bringing the proceeds to the apostles to be distributed in the community according to need. The scripture says that “with his wife’s full knowledge, [Ananias] kept back part of the money for himself, but brought the rest and put it at the apostles’ feet” (Acts 5:2). He told the apostles that he was giving everything, but in secret he’d conspired with Sapphira to keep a portion of the sale for themselves. Saint Peter caught them in their lie, and God struck both Ananias and Sapphira dead on the spot. When it comes to money, even the couple is not enough. God creates a new family in the Body of Christ, so the table must be big enough in include not only you and your household, but also your church, your community, your God.
The Apostle Paul used to drive people absolutely crazy. One of his grating habits was that he talked with churches about other churches finances. He knew how every congregation was fairing when it came to their material resources, and he insisted that wealthy churches had a duty to support struggling churches and that struggling churches had a right to ask for help from their more prosperous neighbors.
Paul spent years fundraising for the Christian community in Jerusalem which had suffered greatly because of famine and persecution. In his second letter to the Corinthian church, Paul says, “Give in proportion to what you have. Whatever you give is acceptable if you give it eagerly. And give according to what you have, not what you don’t have. Of course, I don’t mean your giving should make life easy for others and hard for yourselves. I only mean that there should be some equality. Right now you have plenty and can help those who are in need. Later, they will have plenty and can share with you when you need it. In this way, things will be equal” (2 Cor. 8:11-14). Paul was always making the church treasurer open the books, and he pressed congregations to think of their resources as belonging to the whole Body of Christ.
Parables ask us to place ourselves inside the story. So, where do you find yourself today?
Are you the man planning to build bigger barns to fit the surplus crop? The call for you might be to awaken to the reality of God in your life, the God on whom you ultimately depend, the God who, when push comes to shove, will interrupt, intrude, and have the final word.
Or maybe you’re the man in the crowd who causes Jesus to tell the story. Maybe you’ve come to Jesus because you think he’ll help you “get yours” in this dog-eat-dog world. It’s good that you’ve come to him, but the call for you is to become like him, praying, “Yet not what I will, but what you will” (Mark 14:36).
Are you one of the invisible ones unconsidered by the rich man of the parable and bypassed by the man from the crowd? Are you standing in need of the generosity of your brother with the fruitful fields? Are you caught in the cycle of building bigger and bigger barns for someone else? The call for you is to guard yourself from envy while continuing to forge the beloved, just, and joyful community to which Jesus call us.
Finally, maybe you are one of the twelve disciples, listening intently as Jesus tells this parable to the crowd. Perhaps you have been faithfully following him, obediently holding all that you have and all that you are before him. The call for you might be to take just one more step in expanding your table, one more step in widening your circle of belonging and accountability.
May all of us understand that fruitfulness has the potential to stir up our pride and our greed. May we seek to guard one another from that temptation. And may we encourage one another lift up our eyes and ask what might be possible if we would only look beyond our barns.
In the name of God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit. Amen.
[1] “Why Jesus Called a Man a Fool,” Apple Music, track 1 on Martin Luther King Jr., The Sermons (Volume 2), SoundWorks USA, 2013.
[2] Matthew Desmond, Poverty, By America (New York: Crown, 2024), 13.
[3] Matthew Desmond, Poverty, 44.
Fruitfulness at the End of the World
Fruitfulness, Part 6:
May 26, 2024
Trinity Sunday
Pastor Mike
Jeremiah 29:1-14
O God most kind,
break your bread for this hungering flock,
through my hands indeed if it should please you,
but with an efficacy that is all your own.[1] Amen.
We are in the part of this preaching series on fruitfulness where some of the fears and challenges that we face in the fruit-bearing life are coming into view. Last week we stood with the newly liberated Israelites at the very rim of Canaan. Twelve leaders had just returned from scouting out that good land, and they brought a report of ripe grapes, sweet honey, and flowing milk, but also of enemies that appeared gigantic, and of cities with great fortified walls. “We seemed like grasshoppers in our own eyes” (Num. 13:33), the spies told the people. In essence they were saying, “We are too few, too weak, too ill-equipped to go in and receive what God has already promised to give us.”
They thought there was a problem with those proportions. They were unwilling to accept that situation – grasshoppers standing before giants – as the necessary condition for experiencing God’s power, which is made perfect in our weakness. The Israelite congregation was made to wander in the wilderness for forty years because, in that critical moment of decision, they got hung up on their own smallness when they ought to have embraced it. When God calls us to bear fruit in every good work, what matters are the promises that God has made, not the proportions which we happen to see.
A whole tragic narrative fills the space between that story from the Book of Numbers and this passage from the prophet Jeremiah. By the time Jeremiah had come on the scene, the Israelites had finished those forty years of wandering and gone into the land; they had settled in it and raised up a kingdom. They had briefly known the land to be home, and then they lost it again. The reason they lost the land basically boils down to their failure at keeping the great commandment. Instead of loving God with all their heart, soul, mind, and strength, they placed their ultimate trust in wealth, political allegiances, and the business of religion. Instead of loving their neighbors as themselves, they oppressed the poor and the foreigners among them, and they neglected to care for widows and orphans. After sending many warnings to the people through other prophets, God permitted first the Assyrian Empire and then, in Jeremiah’s time, the Babylonian Empire to come and conquer the people, carrying many of them into exile. Their downfall culminated with the destruction of Jerusalem and Solomon’s Temple in 587bce.
As I said, some of God’s prophets served before this time, trying to warn and reform the Israelites; a few served afterward. But poor Jeremiah was called by God to serve as the world that he knew was coming to a brutal end. He was God’s mouthpiece during the absolute worst of times, when he and his people suffered the loss of home and culture. Other than Job, Jeremiah is the only other person in the Bible who curses the day of his birth. Some days, he would’ve rather returned to oblivion than borne the words of God among the rubble.
Many of you know what it is like to have the world as you know it come to end. Okay, you weren’t carted off to a foreign land by an enemy army, and maybe you haven’t watched fire engulf every place you’ve ever loved. There are people experiencing that kind of world-ending violence today, and we must remember them. But in this moment, I’d like you to consider the crises and shattering events that have caused, or might cause, everything to crumble around you.
A move that took you far from your roots. The death of a spouse or a child or a friend. The first bounced check. Rejection. Betrayal. Accident. Diagnosis. The loss of faith. We have to be willing to remember the worst of times if we are going to enter into this passage from Jeremiah 29. It is good news that the Bible speaks to us on our worst days as well as on our best.
From the rubble of Jerusalem, Jeremiah wrote a letter to the Israelite exiles who had been taken to Babylon. The letter disclosed to the people that God had set a limit of seventy years to the exile; after seventy years, God would bring them back to their homeland. That’s somewhat hopeful. But seventy years is a long time! Long enough for most of the people receiving the letter to know that they’d never live to see the day of return. But maybe a few, maybe the youngest among them, would get the chance to go back again someday. In the meantime, how were they supposed to live? What were they to do?
Jeremiah offers some surprisingly straightforward instructions.
In the land of Babylon, in a place that is far from everything you’ve ever known, there in the presence of your enemies, I want you to build houses and settle down and plant gardens. Get married, have children, and arrange for your children to be married. Work for peace. Pray for the people around you. ‘Their wellbeing is connected to your wellbeing,’ God says through the prophet. ‘And I want you to increase while you’re there, not decrease.’
To use the words of the sixteenth-century pastor and Bible commentator John Calvin, God was telling the people to live “as though they were at home…as though they were not exiles but natives of that place.”[2] It’s the same call in Babylon, the place of suffering, as it was in Canaan, the place of promise: Be fruitful and multiply. Plant gardens and pray. Bear fruit in every good work.
If the first challenge to fruitfulness is our fear of being too small, then the second challenge is our fear of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Here it is the circumstances, not so much the proportions, that appear completely unsuitable for putting down roots and growing into mature, sacrificial love.
The reasons for our resistance to our place in the world can be petty or profound. Sometimes, we can simply not like or “click” with the people we have to rub shoulders with every day. Our neighbors may be tiresome, the dominant culture not what we’d prefer. It is easy to ask what a place has to offer to us, but harder to ask what we might offer to our place.
The first time we went to the Farmer’s Market, soon after arriving in Pocatello, Sus and I met the potter who brings those grotesque, baby-doll-shaped mugs and bowls to sell. I thought this mug was awesome and had to buy it. We got talking with the artist, and we asked him about his history with Pocatello. Like so many people, he grew up here, moved away for a time thinking he’d never ever come back, and then came back. And he loves his life here.
He said something that was very helpful for us to hear in those fragile first months of grieving the place we’d left and being overwhelmed by the place we’d come to. He said, patting his chest, ‘One thing I’ve learned is that if you’ve got a problem with the place, the problem’s in here.’ And it’s true, much of the time our willful discontentment with the place we happen to be is a fearful defense that keeps us from the vulnerability that leads to belonging, and from the hard-won growth that leads to bearing fruit. By telling us to respond to what has been stripped away by making a life, Jeremiah forces us to ask why we assume that we need certain things around us in order to thrive. Often, we need much less than we believe we do.
However, as with the Israelite exiles, sometimes very serious and devastating things happen to us, and our protests rise much more legitimately: Certainly not here, God. Certainly not now. My world has been unmade, and I am out of place, a stranger to myself and to the people around me. At the moment I’m wishing I’d never been born. Plant gardens in strange soil? Pray for my captors? Fall in love with my enemies? Bring children into this world? Are you crazy? Can’t we wait for this season of my life to be over before we get on with the business of fruitfulness?
But the word of the prophet is emphatic: No. You can’t wait. Move forward “as though they were at home.” The Hebrew word here for garden is gannâ, and the ancient Greek translation of that word, found in the Greek version of the Hebrew Bible that the New Testament writers would have known, is παραδείσος, paradise. Plant little plots of paradise, Jeremiah says, in the place where you think living and growing and thriving is absolutely impossible. Do your part to fill your wrecked world with a little bit of beauty and prayer and love.
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future” – Jeremiah 29:11. Oh, it’s one of the best-known verses from the Bible, one we put on t-shirts and coffee mugs, and especially on graduation cards this time of year. We love to share these words with people who are doing well and on their way to doing even better. But that’s not who these words are for. These words are for people waking up as strangers and foreigners in their own lives. They are for people who have lost the thread of meaning to their stories. They are not meant for us when we shoot for the stars, but when we kneel in the ashes. Here’s John Calvin again: “Let us know that this sentence is rightly addressed to those in distress, who seem to have God against them and displeased with them.”[3]
Friends, the call and the promise of fruitfulness are not withheld from you when you are in distress, when your world has ended, when you seem to have God against you. You aren’t excluded from the call, but you also don’t get a pass. In the Letter to the Romans, Paul tells us that “suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope” (5:3-4).
All this very much reminds me of the women who came to the tomb on Easter morning. Their world had fallen to pieces; the great love and light of their lives had been crucified. Yet they pressed forward with those burial spices, intent on bringing at least a little beauty, a little dignity into the darkness. And it was because they were there doing something simple, earthy, creative, and loving that they were met by their resurrected Lord. The most essential thing about any of us is not the land we are in but the creative freedom to shape a life of faithfulness, which we receive through God’s Spirit.
Back in North Carolina I used to go birding at a nature preserve near Durham called Johnston Mill. A small river called New Hope Creek runs through that preserve, and all the land is thickly forested. From a point on one of the trails, you can see a small tree that, years ago, fell across the creek when it was quite young, when it’s trunk was no thicker than my arm. The fallen tree had grown up from roots on one bank of the creek, and then it’s young crown had adapted to the fall by becoming a second root ball digging deep into the bank on the other side. Right in the middle of the tree, what must’ve been at first just a branch had become a new trunk shooting straight into the sky, skinny but tall, wasting no time with extraneous branches but waiting to burst out into a leafy canopy at the height of all the surrounding trees.
I think about that tree all the time. I think about how what started as a trunk – the study center, the primary projection, the early effort to climb and lay claim to a spot in the light –failed and fell into completely impossible circumstances. And yet, in nature’s resilient way, that failure became part of the roots. That tree had one thing on its mind; to seek the sun. And it not only sought it; it found it.
“When you search for me, you will find me; if you seek me with all your heart, I will let you find me, says the Lord, and I will restore your fortunes.” Brothers and sisters, Christ is not ashamed to meet us at the end of the world, in the place that’s just blah, in the time that’s ill-fitting, among the people we are apt to not like. He comes and spreads his table before us in the presence of our enemies. Our Lord is risen and ascended, having made every time his time, and every place his place. Today is the day of salvation, and all the earth is his footstool.
Thanks be to God. Amen.
[1] Bernad of Clairvaux, On the Song of Songs I, trans. Kilian Walsh OCSO, Cistercian Fathers Series: 4 (Kalamazoo, MI: Cistercian Publications, Inc, 1977), 3.
[2] John Calvin, Commentaries on the Book of the Prophet Jeremiah and the Lamentations, Volume 3, trans. and ed. the Rev. John Owen (Grand Rapids, MI: William B. Eerdmans’s Publishing Company, 1968), 418, 419.
[3] John Calvin, Commentaries on Jeremiah and Lamentations, 437.
Grasshoppers & Giants
Fruitfulness, Part 5:
Grasshoppers & Giants
May 19, 2024
Day of Pentecost
Pocatello’s 1st Anniversary as a Reconciling Church
Pastor Mike
Numbers 13 & 14 (selections)
We are entering the second phase of our adventure through the biblical theme of fruitfulness. The Apostle Paul prayed that the Church of every age would “bear fruit in every good work,” and we have seen how this is possible for us because of God’s own fruitful nature, God’s continual self-emptying and self-giving, most perfectly expressed in the life and death of Christ. We are created and redeemed by grace so that we participate in God’s fruitful life of sacrificial love. That’s the big picture.
Today, we shift our focus to some of the practical questions and daily challenges that come up as we seek to live a fruitful life. And there are many. The call to be fruitful is essentially a call to yield to God’s will, God’s timing, God’s way of measuring success. As the Anglican theologian Rowan Williams once put it, we have to be “unmade to be remade,”[1] implying a long process of change and transformation, which can be terribly hard and frightening. To start naming what stands in the way of our own ripening, we turn to a story about the fear that the Israelite leaders felt, and surrendered to, as they stood on the edge of their promised home.
Imagine it. You have witnessed God decimate the most powerful nation in your living memory, Egypt, with plague after plague, in order to free you from slavery. You have fled in the night with your people, protected by a pillar of living flame, and led by a stuttering exile named Moses, whom God has transformed into a mighty prophet. You have passed through the Red Sea, its great waters parted and held at bay to let you cross on dry ground, and you turned back to watch those waters crash down on the army that pursued you. During your first days as a liberated person, journeying through the desert, you drank water that gushed from a dry rock, gathered bread which appeared like dew drops upon the earth, ate quail blown in on the wind. You stood quivering at the base of Mount Sinai, as the dark thundercloud of God’s presence descended upon it, and you watched Moses walk up into that cloud and speak with the God. You have heard God’s promises to be with you and to bless you and to carry you into a good land that you could call home.
Every divine word and miraculous act has been for your sake, and the time has finally come to leave the desert and enter into the promised place. You are a leader, a representative of your people, and you have been chosen to go and scout out that land of promise, to bring back a sign of all the abundance, all the fruitfulness, that awaits you and your people there.
You go, and you return, and now you stand before your people – people who have seen God do the impossible – and you hold before them a cluster of ripe grapes so large that two men had to haul it back from Canaan on a wooden frame. You look your friends, your children, your elders in the eyes and you say, “It’s as good as God says it is, however…”
And with that however, everything begins to fall apart.
However – the cities are fortified with tall, thick walls.
However – the people living in the land are giants.
However – we got there, and we looked so small to ourselves.
Here is the fruit – however – we cannot go in and enjoy it.
Friends, this is the first fear that lashes out at the call to be fruitful. Sometimes we are afraid that God’s promises cannot be ours, because, in our eyes, we seem so small compared to all that stands in the way.
Have you ever believed in the lie of your smallness? Have you ever felt called to a creative work or a commitment, a vocation or a relationship; have you ever felt stirred to go into a place of promised fruitfulness, whether it require a dramatic public change or a secret daily re-organization of priorities, only to be overwhelmed by your own inadequacies, your own limitations, your own past failures and present uncertainties?
Usually we are hardest on ourselves when the fruit is so near at hand, when there is already evidence that it exists. We can seem smallest to ourselves when we come to a moment of necessary and important decision. I want to emphasize that it was the leaders of the people who capitulated to that fear. This is a fear that grows the more that mature in our faith, because, as Jesus said, “to him who has, more will be given” (Matt. 13:11). And we sure can struggle to believe that we are capable of, worthy of, more. It is not a fear to be ashamed of, but a fear to deal with properly – and the Israelites did not deal with it properly. “We seemed like grasshoppers in our own eyes,” they say, “and we looked the same to them.”
I ask again, Have you ever believed in the lie of your smallness? Now, of course we are finite creatures. We have limitations. We have wounds. We live, each of us, in a constant flux of change, and our lives are irreducibly particular and infinitely complicated. Those are truths, not lies. But the lie creeps in when we forget about Jesus. God’s Word entered into a human life, the life of Jesus of Nazareth. And his life was, like ours, finite, limited, opposed, tempted, particular, and complicated. It was through the humblest vessel, the vessel of a single, small, ragged human life, that God brought salvation to the world.
So, it is not so much a lie that we are small. Rather, the lie is that our smallness is an obstacle, rather than a channel, for the power and purposes of God. The pattern of the fruitful life is the rejected, crucified Christ reconciling the world to God. As Paul says, God’s strength is made perfect in weakness, and God’s wisdom manifests as foolishness.
Here is where the Israelite leaders went wrong. They had this picture in their head, right, this picture of themselves as grasshoppers standing before giants, and they thought that it was the wrong picture to have. Certainly it should have felt different. Certainly it should have looked different. They rejected that fundamental situation when they ought to have embraced it. They had always been grasshoppers standing before giants, and that had never mattered to what God had done for them and through them. Didn’t the hours of forced labor seem to stretch endlessly on? Didn’t Pharoah and his chariots seem gigantic as they loomed in hot pursuit of the people? Didn’t the sea rear up high overhead? Didn’t the desert seem to swallow them whole?
Now, ruled by fear, they spread a bad report about the land, giving into their fear collectively. God bars them from experiencing the promise, stalling for forty years while the fearful generation dies. God will bring a new, wilderness-born generation, into the land.
It is never explicitly stated in the story, but I’ve been thinking about how children would have been there, standing in the congregation of Israel, when the scouts returned. Can’t you see the children running to greet the scouts, firing off their thousand questions, craning their necks to glimpse the grapes? Children would have hung on every word that these twelve men spoke. What would they see God do next? When would they get to go home?
You see, this was not just a moment of irreversible decision for the adults; it was also a profound teaching moment, as all our moments of decision are. And the unfortunate children got the message: We must be too small to be who God wants us to be. God must not be greater than our fear. And they had to share in the punishment of their elders, wandering for forty years in the desert, wondering if they would ever get to see those grapes again.
There are consequences not only for ourselves when we fail to embrace our weakness as the conduit of God’s strength, but also for those who already possess the faith of the child, who already know the secret pleasure of being a grasshopper in a world of giants, and who can so easily be thrown off course by the rest of us.
But let us remember Caleb. Caleb who, alone among the scouts, encouraged the people to go and receive what God had promised to give them. Caleb was permitted to enter the land as an old man, because he had “a different spirit” from the others, and he followed God “fully.” Perhaps some of the children never forgot Caleb’s opposition to the rest of the leaders, his lone voice of faith, his radically different, confident spirit. Perhaps a few of them, as grown adults, followed him into the promised place many decades later. God remembers Caleb, and rewards him. Always grasshoppers standing before giants; always grasshoppers standing before giants.
It is not the exception but the rule. It is not a sign that some possibility is rotten but that it might just be ripe. What should matter in moments like that is not the proportions we see in our heads between ourselves and the journey, but the promises that God has made to us and the evidence of that the fruits are there.
In a wonderful, old interpretation of this passage, a Jewish teacher imagines God reacting to the Israelite leaders with these words: “I take no objection to your saying: we looked like grasshoppers to ourselves but I take offense when you say so we must have looked to them. How do you know how I made you look to them? Perhaps you appeared to them as angels.”[2]
As Paul puts it, “We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body” (2 Cor. 4:10). To carry that death and reveal that life is what it means to have a different spirit and to follow fully. God’s way of seeing and our way of seeing are not the same, but they can line up in moments of trusting faith.
It is like the Magi, bowing down to worship the Christ-child in Mary’s arms.
It is like the scholars in the Temple, marveling at the boy Jesus as he talks with them about spiritual things.
It is like the Centurion, standing under Christ’s cross and declaring, “Surely this man was God’s son.”
\It is like the elders and teachers of the law confronting Peter and John in the days following Pentecost: “When they saw [their] courage … and realized that they were unschooled, ordinary men, they were astonished, and they took note that these men had been with Jesus” (Acts 4:13).
Brothers and sisters, on this holy remembrance of Pentecost, and on this first anniversary of our choice to go into the land and lay hold of the fruit of reconciliation, may God bless each of you with the different spirit of Caleb, which is the Holy Spirit. May you feel your frailty, your limits, your brokenness, and even your fear as the very places where Christ is present to you, working through you, and accomplishing more than you could ever ask or imagine. If the Lord is pleased with you, as we know he is, he will bring you into the fruitful place.
Thanks be to God. Amen.
[1] Rowan Wiliams, The Wound of Knowledge: Christian Spirituality from the New Testament to Saint John of the Cross (Lanham, Maryland: Cowley Publications, 1990), 18.
[2] Quoted in The JPS Torah Commentary: Numbers, ed. Jacob Milgrom (Philadelphia & New York: The Jewish Publication Society, 1990), 107.
Everything Will Live Where the River Goes
Fruitfulness, Part 4:
May 12, 2024
Ascension of the Lord
Pastor Mike
Revelation 22:1-7
The Apostle Paul once prayed that Christians of every time and place would live lives worthy of God by “bearing fruit in every good work” (Col. 1:10). This is our fourth week meditating on that fruit-bearing theme. So far, it’s been my goal to root fruitfulness in God’s own character. God is a fruitful being, who brings forth life from life and plants the seed of his image in human beings. God is a lover, who seeks us out and showers us with delight.
Fruitfulness, then, is very different from productivity. We don’t labor out of anxiety. We don’t work to try and fill an inner emptiness. Our fruit is not the price of God’s blessing or God’s approval. Rather, we “love because he first loved us” (1 John 4:19). As Paul says, “For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God—not by works, so that no one can boast. For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do” (Eph. 2:8-9). The good works come; they are prepared for us. Yet they come on the other side of knowing God. Our roots must first plunge into the nourishing waters of God’s grace and God’s love.
This morning’s verses from Revelation 22 present us with a very simple point: God never stops reaching out to embrace the world. The fruit we bear through Christ is never just for us, never just for our families, never just for our small bubbles of belonging. Fruit is meant to freely flow beyond our immediate horizons – stretching farther, sharing more widely. Although it’s a simple point, to make it we’ll need to wend our way through several scriptures, beginning with the apocalypse itself.
Ἀποκάλυψις Ἰησοῦ Χριστοῦ… “The apocalypse of Jesus Christ” (Rev. 1:1). These are the opening words of the Bible’s final book. Apocalypse brings to our minds the end of the world, yet the ancient Greek meaning of the word is to uncover something that was hidden, to reveal something that was concealed. If this Apocalypse, Revelation, is about the end of the world, then it must be about the end of every world. The visions John saw and recorded while imprisoned for his faith on the island of Patmos have helped the Church discern what is always going on just below the surface. Evil wages war against God, and we, the saints of God, are caught in the middle of the struggle.
I’ve been rereading the His Dark Materials trilogy by Philip Pullman, which is a brilliant work of fantasy, and a top-five book in the Conner household. There is a scene toward the end of the first book, The Golden Compass, in which several of the main characters – an English girl named Lyra, a Texan mercenary named Lee Scoresby, an armored bear named Iorek Byrnison, and a witch named Serafina Pekkala – are traveling by hot-air balloon to the North Pole. While everyone else sleeps in the basket bobbing through freezing air, the Texan and the witch talk. Scoresby wants to know what exactly he’s getting himself into, as he never intended to enter into a full-blown war:
‘Mr. Scoresby,’ said the witch, ‘I wish I could answer your question. All I can say is that all of us, humans, witches, bears, are engaged in a war already, although not all of us know it. Whether you find danger on Svalbard or whether you fly off unharmed, you are a recruit, under arms, a soldier.’
‘Well…Seems to me a man should have a choice whether to take up arms or not.’
‘We have no more choice in that than in whether or not to be born.’[1]
And that’s very much what Revelation shows those who follow Jesus. No matter what we would like to think, and regardless of if we know it or not when we first become believers, we are caught up in the struggle between life and death, and there is no neutral position, no privileged place of escape. The promise of Revelation is that Jesus will ultimately triumph over the forces of death, that the earth will one day be cleansed of its curse. God will once again live us, and God’s light will suffuse all beings and things. All we are called to do is endure to the end.
The book’s final two chapters, 21 and 22, present us with the consummation of that promise. After the seven seals have unleashed their seven plagues upon the earth, after the beast and the whore and the antichrist have risen up to clash with Christ and the angels, after the dead have been raised and judged by God – after all this, John sees the end:
Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away… And I saw the holy city, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, See, the home of God is among mortals. He will dwell with them; they will be his peoples, and God himself will be with them and be their God; he will wipe every tea from their eyes. Death will be no more; mourning and crying and pain will be no more, for the first things have passed away. (Rev 21:1-4)
What does this city / bride / home-of-God look like? The verses read for us a moment ago depict a great garden-city, with a river of life coursing down its street and the tree of life flourishing along the banks of the river. The tree of life bears fruit for food and leaves for medicine. Light fills all things. The division between heaven and earth dissolves.
One of the delightful things about our passage is that it builds upon earlier stories and prophetic visions. Back at the very beginning, before sin, before separation, before conflict, there was a garden, and trees, and a great river. Here’s how Genesis 2, the story of Creation, puts it:
Now the Lord God had planted a garden in the east, in Eden; and there he put the [human] he had formed. The Lord God made all kinds of trees grow out of the ground—trees that were pleasing to the eye and good for food. In the middle of the garden were the tree of life and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. A river flows out of Eden to water the garden, and from there it divides and becomes four branches.
After Adam & Eve were deceived by the serpent and ate the fruit of the tree of knowledge, God banished them from this Eden, from its tree of life. The scripture says, “After he drove the man out, he placed on the east side of the Garden of Eden cherubim and a flaming sword flashing back and forth to guard the way to the tree of life” (3:24). And ever since then, we have all come into life estranged from that sacred center of our being, the essential truth of who we are in God and what we were made. We’ve all had to seek our way back there, “through many toils, dangers, and snares.”
Much, much later, deep into the history of God’s covenant people, Israel, a prophet named Ezekiel was granted a vision of salvation. What he saw drew upon the Eden story, and it gestured toward the future consummate vision of John. Ezekiel also saw water, trees, fruit, and God’s presence. Here is how he puts it down, in his forty-seventh chapter. It’s a long quotation, but worth sharing in its fullness:
Then he brought me back to the entrance of the temple; there, water was flowing from below the threshold of the temple toward the east… [He] led me back along the bank of the river. As I came back, I saw on the bank of the river a great many trees on the one side and on the other. He said to me, ‘This water flows toward the eastern region and goes down into the Arabah; and when it enters the sea, the sea of stagnant waters, the water will become fresh. Wherever the river goes, every living creature that swarms will live, and there will be very many fish, once these waters reach there. It will become fresh; and everything will live where the river goes. People will stand fishing beside the sea from En-gedi to En-eglaim; it will be a place for the spreading of nets; its fish will be of a great many kinds, like the fish of the Great Sea.
… On the banks, on both sides of the river, there will grow all kinds of trees for food. Their leaves will not wither nor their fruit fail, but they will bear fresh fruit every month, because the water for them flows from the sanctuary. Their fruit will be for food, and their leaves for healing.’
Notice the river flowing out from the sacred center of God’s presence, in this case it is no longer Eden but the Jerusalem temple. Notice that trees line this great river on both sides, bearing fruit for food and leaves for healing. Notice that wherever the water of God flows, life springs up around it, and whatever it touches it heals. Stagnant waters become fresh again. Lifeless waters teem with fish. Communities regain their livelihood. This river begins in God and flows outward and on. Who knows where it ends?
Now, back to the Revelation vision. In it, elements from Genesis and Ezekiel are combined. The new creation is a new Eden, because the tree of life is there. Only, the tree of life not just one tree but, it seems, all the trees. The trees spring up along the banks of the river, as they did in Ezekiel’s vision, and they are all called the tree of life. (It’s like the Pando aspen clone in central Utah: 40,000 trees that are all genetically identical and bound together by a massive root system.)
The tree brings forth twelve fruits, one every month, and offers its leaves for salves and bandages. What human beings once lost access to is opened to them again. The fruit we were intended to eat from the beginning becomes our daily bread. And just like in Ezekiel’s vision, the great river flows from where God is. Only, it’s not a temple this time, for in the new creation it is pointless to restrict God’s presence to a building. All beings and all things are filled with God’s glory and light. And the river flows from the throne of God and of the lamb, set in the center of the garden-city.
The river flows. The river flows. And everything will live where the river goes…
What God does in the midst of God’s people tumbles forth as a pure, clear, life-giving force.
Friends, when we gather in this Sanctuary for worship, let us never assume that the healing waters which flow from Table & Font, from Word & Altar, flow only for us. God’s love courses far beyond our walls and imaginations. If we are stagnant and lifeless, it will touch us here, but it will not stop here. The river spreads out to touch all who live as though under a curse.
Imagine if we treated our neighborhood like that – Pocatello heights, Green Acres Elementary, the pockets of poverty between 15th and 5th. Imagine if we believed this neighborhood to be a place touched by the river of God, whose touch brings forth the tree of life, whose touch heals. Imagine if we saw that river gushing out of our heavy red doors. Where would it go? And what rivers of life would it converge with, flowing from other people of faith in our community, from other little Edens?
And it’s not only for our neighborhood. There are so many people in our world whose daily struggle is to survive, who live driven by desperation, who know what the end of the world, the end of their world, is like. Those without homes, without food, without friends. Those who are confined in nursing homes or prisons. Native peoples banished to the worst lands and locked in cycles of poverty. Gazans malnourished, bombed, pushed to the brink. Sudanese children piled in mass graves.
What we do here matters to all of them. When we pray, we are flowing with the river to touch the sick and suffering. When we open our wallets and give from our positions of privilege, we are casting our resources into the streams of God’s generosity. When we learn to forgive and serve one another in our day-to-day fellowship, we unblock channels through which the healing waters can flow. When we learn, it is so that we can apply; we are hearers of the Word so that we might be doers of the Word.
Our personal holiness, as John Wesley used to say, means nothing if it does not reveal itself in social holiness. Feeding the body and the soul, healing wounds of body and spirit – that is the work of the Body of Christ. It is not just a spiritual truth but also a scientific fact that all things are connected, intertwined, in relationship. You say a prayer here and you never know what mountain you might be moving. You pour out your gifts and your resources and who’s to say what balance you’re setting right, what stagnant dream you’re refreshing.
Everything will live where the river goes…
I have suggested that we come to the headwaters of God’s healing river whenever we gather together to worship. But can I tell you an even deeper mystery? Every single one of you can become a source of God’s river of life. Your own heart can be the headwaters.
Listen to the words of John’s Gospel:
On the last day of the festival, the great day, while Jesus was standing there, he cried out, ‘Let anyone who is thirsty come to me, and let the one who believes in me drink. As the scripture has said, ‘Out of the believer’s heart shall flow rivers of living water.’ Now he said this about the Spirit, which believers in him were to receive; for as yet there was no Spirit, because Jesus was not yet glorified. (John 7:37-39)
Friends, today he is glorified. He is the ascended Lord, seated at the right hand of God, ready to pour his Spirit into the heart of any who come to him thirsting for more. More life, more purpose, more holiness, more beauty, more depth, more wisdom, more joy, more hope, more healing, more freedom. You can be empty, and you can come to him, and you will not just be filled up, but filled with more of him than you could ever contain or enjoy for yourself.
You could be the new creation.
You shall be the city of God.
All you have to bring to him is your thirst, your need, and you will become the very stream itself, quenching the thirst of the world. If indeed it is God, the source and end of all love, who sits upon the throne of your heart, how could any of us settle for anything else?
Yes, we’ll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river,
Gather with the saints at the river
Flowing from the throne of God.
Amen.
[1] Philip Pullman, His Dark Materials, Everyman’s Library edition, 262.
The Time of Singing Has Come
Fruitfulness, Part 3:
May 5, 2024
Pastor Mike
Song of Songs 2:3-13
Behold, the winter is past;
the rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth,
the time of singing has come… (2:11-12)
I meditated on these verses for the first time over lunch on Tuesday. I didn’t have to try hard to identify with the joyful feeling expressed here in response to the passing of winter and the coming of spring. Outside of College Market, it was sunny and green, and the daffodils had shot upward to show off their colors. But then on Wednesday afternoon, I sat at my desk, and I took this passage out for a more rigorous round of study, looked up and out my window and – it was snowing. Like, really snowing.
What even is Idaho? The winter is past? On May 1st? Naaah. I felt deflated. When I got home that afternoon, I found that the weight of the snow had snapped the fragile, flower-bearing stems off our bleeding-heart plant, which had just burst into life over the past two weeks. It’s humbling how quickly a day, a week, a season of nature or of the heart can turn. On Friday, it was snowing again in the morning, but by afternoon those of us gathered in the cemetery for Frances Baker’s graveside service were awash in bright, warm, gentle light.
Behold, the winter is past… /
the time of singing has come (2:11-12).
Hmmmm.
Despite our unpredictable weather here in Pocatello, these are the words of the Song of Songs, because this Song is a love song, and winter giving way to spring is how love – fresh, intoxicating, youthful love – feels. You might be surprised to learn that there’s a love poem tucked among the writings that make up the Bible. Or maybe you’ve known it but have tended to modestly skip over all that tasting-the-fruit stuff. Well, there is! And don’t! The Song of Songs is one of the world’s greatest love poems, as its ambitious title asserts. I’ve written some songs in my lifetime – but this one? This is the Song of songs.
The Song is found among the third section of the Hebrew Bible, known as the Ketuvim, or writings. It’s the only book in the Bible where “human, erotic love”[1] is brought to center stage. The Song has nothing to do directly with God or with any of the weighty themes of the Old Testament, such as the covenant, or the law, or the radical preaching of the prophets. It’s not prayer, not wisdom, not history. “With great delight I sat in his shadow, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. …His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me” (2:3b, 6). That’s love poetry, pure and simple. The whole book is structured as two voices, one male and one female, and the two voices alternate speaking, showing us two characters who pine for, seek, relish, and celebrate one another.
Song of Songs is perhaps the earthiest and most body-positive part of the Bible. You can literally quote the Bible if you need to say that you are “sick with love” (2:5). If ever in your life you have been so enamored with someone that you have snuck out to go and be with them, or have lain aching to hear a pebble against the window or to see those three dots appear in the text thread, then you can identify with the thrill of this lover leaping over the mountains to stand at his beloved’s garden wall, peering through the lattice and calling for her to “come away” (2:10).
Notice the language that the author uses to communicate all this ripe passion: fruit! Apples, raisins, figs, vine blossoms. This is the moment in our fruitfulness series when I want to say as directly as I can that fruitfulness for the Christian – whatever that may mean, we’re still working it out – is full of delight. God has created us with his Word and redeemed us through the Word-made-flesh so that we can take our part in a love-song. Fruitfulness has to do with desire, and it adds some joy and zest to the world. Joy, zest, delight, desire – perhaps there’s something out of balance if these are not a few of the words that leap to mind when we consider our relationship with God and God’s call upon our life.
The poem is most obviously about youthful passion, but in both Judaism and Christianity, there are long traditions of interpreting the Song of Songs as an allegory. People have read the Song as one great metaphor, finding hidden, symbolic meaning in the lovers and flora and fauna. In Judaism, the Song has been read as a love-exchange between God and Israel; in Christianity, between Christ and the Church. In both, God has been identified with the male voice and Israel or the Church with the female character. To read these verses in that way would mean that it is God who has come “leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills…like a gazelle or a young stag” (2:8, 9) – or we might say like a pronghorn or an elk –to stand at our wall, and peek through our stained-glass windows, and call to us: “Arise, my love, my beautiful one[s], and come away.” It’s good to know that God is not above being compared to a love-struck teen; that God, in fact, relishes it, blesses it, canonizes it.
When I consider that this poem might have something to say about how God feels toward me, and how I might feel toward God, I have to admit that there is something deep in the center of my heart that whispers, Yes. I want that. And yet that longing is very often accompanied by another, more fearful voice: But can it really be so? Can there be joy like that for me?
On Thursday morning after dropping the kids downstairs at TLC, I popped over to the ISU library to look for a commentary on the Song of Songs and do an hour of research and writing. (I hope you heard that, Heath: that I was working on my sermon on Thursday.) They didn’t have a commentary, but I found something even better: a collection of sermons on the Song Bernard of Clairvaux, a twelfth-century monk, mystic, and writer. It was just what I needed.
As a Medieval Catholic, Bernard unsurprisingly takes the allegorical route of interpretation. Only, he individualizes the metaphor. For him, the conversation between lover and beloved is not unfolding between Christ and the Church in general, but between Christ and the heart of every one of us. The Song’s words are those that God whispers to us as the beloved, and those that our souls can learn to whisper back to God. Bernard writes that the Song puts on full display “the mounting desires of the soul.”[2]
He also says that the Song shows us the point – meaning both the purpose and the summit – of life with God. The Song is the highest form of prayer. It’s not about repentance, turning from sin toward God; it’s not about sanctification, the lifelong process of growing in maturity. No, for Bernard, the Song reveals the possibility of breakthrough moments of utter perfection, moments of inner union with God. Moments when every nook and cranny of our being is flooded with a light and love that comes from God and return to God. Bernard’s writing put me in mind of John Wesley’s own description of the aim of Christian life as holiness and happiness.
Bernard knew how hard it can be for us to believe in such happiness. For some of us, no doubt, the very notion that our hearts might be singing love songs to God only reminds us of how cynical, dull, or knotted up and confused things have gotten in there.
Bernard offers these wise and gentle words: “Only the touch of the Spirit can inspire a song like this, and only personal experience can unfold its meaning. Let those who are versed in the mystery revel in it; let all others burn with desire rather to attain this experience than merely to learn about it.”[3] In other words, this kind of intimacy with God is a gift of the Spirit, and it can only really be described or known as true by those who have held out their hands and received that gift. The Song can help us celebrate that intimacy, or it can help us to want it.
I go into all this detail about allegory and St. Bernard’s preaching because I personally believe that love songs belong in our life with God. God wants each of us to know our essential belovedness, and God wants us to treat each other as beloved children of God. We use a lot of words to describe how God wants us to relate to one another: we should serve each other, love each other, respect and honor and forgive each other. But it is another, deeper thing to desire and delight in one another.
I’m proud that our United Methodist Church put a lot of effort over the past two weeks into reharmonizing its principles and its policies with God’s love song. Hundreds of delegates from all around the world gathered in Charlotte, NC to pray and worship and legislate, and their collective ear finally caught the tune, and they began to hear a song not just for themselves but for all God’s children, regardless of gender identity or sexual orientation.
No longer in the United Methodist Church are queer folk considered to be incompatible with Christian teaching. That’s been struck from the Discipline. Hallelujah!
No longer are queer folk restricted from pursuing God’s call upon their lives and becoming pastors, deacons, and elders, ordained into ministry with all the authority God wants to give them. Hallelujah!
No longer is it a chargeable offence for a pastor to conduct a same-sex wedding in their local church. No longer are Methodist dollars prohibited from supporting LGBTQ-affirming ministries. No longer is marriage strictly defined as a relationship between one man and one women, but between two persons who fully commit themselves to one another because their hearts can say, “With great delight I sat in his shadow” (2:3). Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah!
Thanks be to God, that for these children of God who have suffered and endured and overcome so much, it can be truly said:
Behold, the winter is past;
the rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth,
the time of singing has come… (2:11-12)
And what has happened in Charlotte at the most institutional level can remind us of what can be true every time we gather together in the name of Christ. We can know ourselves as God’s beloved. We can amplify God’s song. Maybe we’ll learn just one new note. Maybe we’ll go back over a passage that’s gotten a little stiff. Or perhaps we’ll be fully absorbed and carried away by it.
Lest we balk at the notion of perfection, I want to be clear that a moment of perfect unity with God is just that: a moment. Yet moments like that make up for a lifetime of imperfections, they can sustain a lifetime of yearning for more. Robert Frost has a poem called “Happiness Makes Up in Height for What it Lacks in Length,” which is a great title. It goes like this:
Oh, stormy, stormy world,
The days you were not swirled
Around with mist and cloud,
Or wrapped as in a shroud,
And the sun’s brilliant ball
Was not in part or all
Obscured from mortal view—
Were days so very few
I can but wonder whence
I get the lasting sense
Of so much warmth and light.
If my mistrust is right
It may be altogether
From one day’s perfect weather,
When starting clear at dawn,
The day swept clearly on
To finish clear at eve.
I verily believe
My fair impression may
Be all from that one day
No shadow crossed but ours
As through its blazing flowers
We went from house to wood
For change of solitude.
It takes but one day, one moment, one love song to turn the tide. This morning, we are celebrating the sacrament of Communion. In the breaking of the bread, Jesus makes himself known to us. He meets us here at this table. Communion is, well, communion, a gathering of bodies and a unity of souls. It is as the Song says, “He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love” (2:4).
What do you feel in your body when you hear those words? Are you comfortable here, in the banqueting house of God? Are you very uncomfortable here? Are you tightening up or loosening up? Do you feel hot, warm, or cold? Do you notice anything in your gut, in your chest, in your throat, behind your eyes? Do you feel a lot? Do you feel – nothing?
God’s name for every one of us is “Beloved,” and what we feel in response to that, and what we choose to do in response to what we feel are the most important things in all the world today. Revel in it or desire it, Bernard says. And my prayer is that this sacrament helps each of us to do one of those two things, to revel in a spontaneous and free and joyful love of God, or to desire it.
The Song says that the time of singing has come.
May it be so, in the name of God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit:
Amen.
[1] The Jewish Study Bible, eds. Adele Berlin and Marc Zvi Brettler (New York: Oxford University Press, 2004), 1555.
[2] Bernard of Clairvaux, On the Song of Songs I, trans. Kilian Walsh OCSO, Cistercian Fathers Series: Number 4 (Kalamazoo, MI: Cistercian Publications, Inc., 1977), 5.
[3] Bernard of Clairvaux, On the Song of Songs I, 6.
Be Fruitful and Multiply
April 28, 2024
Pastor Mike
Genesis 1:26-31 & Mark 4:26-29
Last Sunday, we began a twelve-week series on the biblical theme of fruitfulness, exploring what it means for you and me to be followers of Christ who “bear fruit that will last,” as Jesus asked of us. This second meditation has to do with fruitfulness as a part of God’s character. We are made in the image of a fruitful God. This is why, late on that sixth day of creation, God blessed human beings with those well-known words: “Be fruitful and multiply and fill the earth.”
Fruit contains seeds. Biologically speaking, that’s why fruit exists. Whether it be berries or melons or stone fruit, each piece of fruit contains the seed, the pattern and possibility of new life. Fruit might fall to the ground and rot and offer its seeds to the surrounding soil. Fruit has also evolved to be eaten, to sow its seeds on faraway ground with the help of the digestive systems of birds and animals. So long as a plant can produce a bit of fruit, it has a chance of securing a future for its species. Fruit is one way that life expresses its fierce desire to keep living. This is why children came to be known as fruits of the womb.
“Be fruitful and multiply and fill the earth.” In the opening chapter of the Bible, which tells of the creation of the world, God speaks these words to the first human beings after creating them in the divine image. God, the source of all life, the heartbeat and breath at the sacred center of the universe, brings new life into being. God is Creator. God chose, out of sheer grace and delight, to share life with us.
God places a seed called the divine image into human beings, hiding the pattern and possibility of becoming like God deep within us. Since God is a life-sharing God, we have been made to be life-sharing creatures: Be fruitful. Multiply. Fill. God fashions an earth whose great drama is life emerging in “endless forms most beautiful,” to borrow Charles Darwin’s phrase.
Humankind was given this blessing by God at our beginning, but it is very important to realize that we were not the first ones to receive it. On the fifth day of creation, God made the creatures of the sea and the birds of the air, and God commanded them to “be fruitful and multiply and fill the waters in the seas, and let birds multiply on the earth.” Early on the sixth day, before the fashioning of humankind, God made the land-dwelling animals of the earth and saw, that they too were good, worthy of a place in the world.
Creatures of sea, sky, and land – all share in the blessing of their Creator to be fruitful and multiply and fill the earth. The call to this kind of fruitfulness is not unique to us. What is unique are those other two words: subdue, have dominion. In a pre-sin context, those commands mean something like maintaining balance, tending soil, mirroring God to the planet. As United Methodist theologian Marjorie Suchocki has put it: “We are never addressed by God as if we were the only creature in the universe: We are addressed by God as a living participant in the fullness of God’s creative work.”[1] But one of our great sins is that we forget or fail or outright refuse to hold space for the fruitfulness and multiplication of other creatures. For today, however, I want to let dominion be and focus on fruitfulness.
Those three words of blessing – be fruitful, multiply, fill – show up all over the book of Genesis. God does not only bless every creature with the gift of producing more life, but God also promises fruitfulness to a very specific human family, for a very specific purpose.
As Genesis tells it, several generations after human beings were deceived by the serpent and fell into sin, they had already made such a mess of themselves that God decided to wipe them out, with all land-dwelling animals as collateral, with a great Flood. But to start the story over, God would need a piece fruit. So, God spared Noah’s family and a breeding pair of every animal, and God preserved them from the Flood in an ark. After the devastating Flood subsided and the Ark had come to rest on dry ground, God commanded Noah and the animals to come out of ark. “Then God said to Noah, ‘Go out from the ark, you and your wife, and your sons and your sons' wives with you. Bring out with you every living thing that is with you of all flesh—birds and animals and every creeping thing that creeps on the earth—that they may swarm on the earth and be fruitful and multiply on the earth’” (8:15-17). “And God blessed Noah and his sons and said to them, ‘Be fruitful and multiply and fill the earth’” (9:1). The original blessing outlasts the judgment and the devastation of the Flood. Life cannot deny itself. Upon animals and human beings, God affirms what God had established in the beginning: Be fruitful, multiply, fill.
After that, God decided to start a story of the world’s salvation with an elderly, barren couple named Abraham and Sarah. Impossible as it seemed, God promised them countless descendants, more than the stars of the sky or the grains of sand on the seashore. The scripture says, “When Abram was ninety-nine years old the Lord appeared to Abram and said to him, “I am God Almighty; walk before me, and be blameless, that I may make my covenant between me and you and may multiply you greatly. …I will make you exceedingly fruitful, and I will make you into nations, and kings shall come from you. …” (17:1-2, 6). Important to notice here that God has a part to play: ‘I will make you fruitful.’ It is one thing for life to beget more life. But for life to overcome the impossible, to defeat death, to open a closed future, the power of God must be added to the blessing.
Abraham and Sarah grew impatient for their child, and at one point decided to try and force the issue themselves by using a surrogate mother. Abraham impregnated a servant-woman of Sarah’s named Hagar. Hagar conceived and had a son named Ishmael only for Sarah to burn with envy and make life so miserable for them that Hagar took her baby and ran away into the wilderness. But God’s angel found her in her exile and told her: “I will surely multiply your offspring so that they cannot be numbered” (16:10). Later, God repeats this promise to Ishmael “Behold, I have blessed him and will make him fruitful and multiply him greatly. He shall father twelve princes, and I will make him into a great nation” (17:20).
The promise of fruitfulness goes on and on, passing from one generation to the next, spoken both by God’s mouth and by the mouths of fathers to their sons.
Isaac, Abraham’s son, receives the blessing while he’s wandering through the land of Canaan looking for a place to settle his family.
When the time came, Isaac laid his hands on his son Jacob – Jacob who deceived his family and stole his older brother’s inheritance – and Isaac blessed Jaco with the word of fruitfulness: “[May] God Almighty bless you and make you fruitful and multiply you, that you may become a company of peoples.” (28:1-4). God appears to Jacob years later to affirm that word: “ ‘Your name is Jacob; no longer shall your name be called Jacob, but Israel shall be your name.’ So, he called his name Israel. And God said to him, ‘I am God Almighty: be fruitful and multiply. A nation and a company of nations shall come from you, and kings shall come from your own body’” (36:9-12).
When Jacob grew old and had fathered twelve sons, sons who would become the founders of the twelve tribes of Israel, he blessed them with the same words he had been blessed with. Particularly poignant were the words spoke to Joseph: “Joseph is a fruitful bough, / a fruitful bough by a spring; / his branches run over the wall” (29:22). Joseph’s brothers had faked his murder and sent him off to Egypt as a slave. That didn’t stop the promise. Joseph, too, was fruitful.
As Genesis ends and Exodus opens, all three verbs are there to meet us once again. Even though at that point the Israelites were living in Egypt and laboring unjustly for Pharoah, the scripture says that they “were exceedingly fruitful; they multiplied greatly, increased in numbers and became so numerous that the land was filled with them.” For this very reason, Pharoah became afraid of them and oppressed them all the more.
The promise of fruitfulness obviously really mattered to them – and really mattered to God. And when you lay it all out there like that, it sure starts to feel like God can make good on God’s promises regardless of our capability or our circumstances.
Elderly and out of possibilities like Abraham & Sarah? I will make you fruitful.
A social outcast like Hagar? I will make you fruitful.
Born into a dysfunctional family with the deck stacked against you like Ishmael? I will make you fruitful.
Have a checkered past like Jacob? Have you been betrayed by the people closest to you, like Joseph? Are you making do in the land of injustice like the Israelites? Starting over after the end of your world, like Noah? I will make you fruitful. I will make you fruitful. I will make you fruitful.
Now, in all these stories from the Hebrew Bible, fruitfulness is very closely tied with continuing the family line. The promise given to all these characters is that they will have children who have children who have more children. God starts with the patriarchs and matriarchs, then works with the twelve tribes, then eventually with the nation. As Christians, it’s important to ask what being fruitful and multiplying might mean for us. When Jesus opened the door of salvation to the gentile nations, to people of all flesh, he freed the promise of fruitfulness from the necessity of childbearing. Jesus never once commands his disciples to multiply by having children. Instead, Jesus came to teach us all that we all are children of God. He sends us into the nation; he doesn’t ask us to make a nation. With Jesus, fruitfulness, multiplication, and filling take on more spiritual meanings. Sowing love in the world. Multiplying resources so that all are fed. Filling the world with his glory. How are you being called to do that?
All the more, then, it is true that no matter how God has called you to be fruitful in your own faith journey, you can trust that God will make it so. You might think you aren’t prepared, aren’t knowledgeable, aren’t strong or wise or generous or interesting enough. You might look at your life stage and think, No way. You might look at your past behavior and think, Can’t be me. You might feel the injustice of the world pressing in around you and think, It’s all I can do just to get by. You might wonder how the great thing whispering to your heart could ever come to pass when you have so little to give to it.
This is a good time to bring in the parable from Mark’s gospel. Parable means a word thrown alongside, a word that illuminates some other reality. According to Jesus, the kingdom of God is like a farmer who scatters seed on the ground, and then sleeps and rises night and day while the seed sprouts and grow. The farmer doesn’t understand how the growth happens. The earth produces of itself, and only when the grain fully ripens does the sower come back into the picture as the harvester.
The power of growth comes from beyond the farmer. It resides in the seed and in the earth. The process of growth is not something the human farmer controls. The seed has its way, its own internal logic and flow: first the stalk, then the head, then the full grain in the head.
How often, when the desire to be fruitful for Christ rises in us, do we feel that the power and the process must come from us? How often do we become servants of anxiety, bound to activity? Certainly, there is more we must know, more we must do to make the fruit come. And this compulsion actually drains the power and confuses the process.
The good news of Jesus’ parable is that the earth produces “of itself”. The Greek word for “of itself” is automate – automatic! The mysterious power lies beyond us. Our call is to very simply to trust in the one who made the promise. God’s kingdom is not a kingdom made by human hands; it is not a kingdom of works, but a kingdom of grace.
Instead of anxiety, God call us to joy. Instead of control, God calls us to rest. Instead of compulsive busyness, God call us to presence and attention, a readiness to do our part when the time is right, but not before.
I want to hold all this up next to another sacred text; at least, it’s sacred in my house.
{Read “The Garden” from the Frog and Toad series.}
Amen? Amen.
[1] Marjorie Hewitt Suchocki, The Whispered Word: A Theology of Preaching (St. Louis: Chalice Pres, 1999), 11.
Fruitfulness & Faith
April 21, 2024
Pastor Mike
Deuteronomy 26:1-11 & Colossians 1:3-13
Today, we’re beginning a twelve-week sermon series exploring the theme of fruitfulness. We’ve just heard the Apostle Paul tell us that “the gospel is bearing fruit and growing throughout the whole world,” and that we are called to live lives worthy of God by “bearing fruit in every good work.” But what does that mean – bearing fruit? It’s an earthy, organic metaphor pulled straight from the rhythms of the natural world, but it doesn’t come all that naturally to us. We live in an industrialized nation in a digital age, and even if some of us tend gardens or keep small farms, we’re formed inside of a culture that assess actions in other ways.
We use words like impact, measurables, deliverables, results. We measure the value of our work in terms of productivity, of meeting or surpassing goals. Anything and everything can be streamlined, optimized, perfected. In school, we get grades. At work, we get performance reviews. But when’s the last time your boss called you into the office to ask you about the fruitfulness of your work? Fruitfulness feels out of place in the business or even the nonprofit sphere, where the almighty dollar is the measure of all things. When I was in Oregon for my ordination interviews, one of the candidates had to give a presentation to the Board on something called a Fruitfulness Project, and I think it’d be pretty strange for just about any other job application to ask about fruitfulness.
But Christians hang on to the metaphor because, as I’ve learned, it’s all over the place in the Bible. Fruit, bearing fruit, firstfruits, fruitfulness – that language springs up from the page over and over again.
“Be fruitful and multiply” is God’s original blessing upon human beings.[1]
The prayer book of the Bible, the Psalms, opens with these words: “Blessed is the one…whose delight is in the law of the Lord, and who meditates on his law day and night. That person is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither — whatever they do prospers.”[2]
The Gospel of John, chapter 15: “I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing. …This is to my Father’s glory, that you bear much fruit, showing yourselves to be my disciples. …You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you so that you might go and bear fruit—fruit that will last…”[3]
It’s in John the Baptist’s wilderness preaching: “Bear fruit worthy of repentance. …The ax is already at the root of the trees, and every tree that does not produce good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire.”[4]
It’s in Jesus’ mountain-top preaching: “By their fruit you will recognize them. Do people pick grapes from thornbushes, or figs from thistles? Likewise, every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit.”[5]
The letter to the Corinthians declares that “Christ has indeed been raised from the dead, the firstfruits of those who have fallen asleep” (1 Corinthians 15:20), and James wants us to know that we who are born again in Christ are the “firstfruits” of a new creation.[6]
And who doesn’t love the fruit of the Spirit? Love, peace, patience and the rest…[7]
These verses are just a portion of what’s there. After all, the whole story of the Bible, from Genesis to Revelation, is bookended by fruit. God’s relationship with humankind begins in Eden, a garden full of fruit-bearing trees, and it ends, in the New Jerusalem – the garden-city – whose great river, flowing from the throne of God, is lined with orchards.
I remember when my wife, Sus, a good Californian, taught me how to shop for citrus and stone fruit early on in our relationship. She taught me that you should weigh each piece of fruit in your hand, that you want it to feel heavy for its size. It turns out that the very language of fruitfulness is one of the densest, richest concepts in our scriptures. The Bible stretches the metaphor in so many different directions, and it really has become baked into the ways our Christian tradition approaches questions of labor and value.
So, as I said, we are going take this call to be fruit-bearing Christians in a fruitful Church and consider it from all sorts of angles. I really don’t have an agenda or endgame in mind. My only concern is that we refine our ability to think in a Christlike way about what it means for us to be healthy and growing and maturing and doing good works, especially as we enter a capital campaign and celebrate our first anniversary as a Reconciling Church and adapt to whatever new realities emerge from General Conference. I’m excited to wade into some of the more fun passages pertaining to fruitfulness and see what grows from the seed of this idea.
We can start right now with the basic but fundamental truth that any fruitfulness we enjoy is a gift that comes from God. Here are Paul’s words to the Colossians one more time:
“The gospel is bearing fruit and growing throughout the whole world – just as it has been doing since the day you heard it and truly understood God’s grace.
“…We continually ask God to fill you with the knowledge of his will …so that you may live a life worthy of the Lord and please him in every way: bearing fruit in every good work, growing in the knowledge of God, … and giving thanks to the Father, who has qualified you to share in the inheritance of his holy people in the kingdom of light. For he has rescued us from the dominion of darkness and brought us into the kingdom of the Son he loves.”[8]
The gospels bears fruit in us and through us when we have truly understood God’s grace. Good works come when we are filled with God by God. It is only because God has qualified us to share in the inheritance of the saints, it is only because God has rescued us from the dominion of darkness and brought us into fellowship with his beloved Son that the fruits come at all. We don’t have to make ourselves capable or worthy of bearing fruit. We don’t have to earn a place in the story of what God is growing in the world. God qualifies us, rescues us, and brings us into his work. Everything we might do or give or bring about for Christ is in response to what Christ is already doing and giving and bringing about in us. All we have to do is rest in our belovedness, consent to the light, open our hands and our hearts to receive the gift of new life. Then we become trees planted by streams of water and branches grafted onto the Vine. Christian life, in essence, is one unending Thank You.
Larry has already read the scripture from Deuteronomy 26, which commands the Israelites to tithe their firstfruits to God. Because fruitfulness, as a way of thinking, takes some getting used to, I’d like to just retell that passage for us but in slightly different words, words which I hope will allow each of us to put ourselves in the story and respond to whatever the Spirit stirs up. Let’s start this twelve-week meditation on fruitfulness by dwelling in this moment of offering and allowing God’s Word to guide us.
So, I invite you to adjust your posture if you need to, so that you feel grounded and comfortable and alert. Place your feet on the floor, uncross anything that’s crossed, either close your eyes or let them come to rest in an open gaze on a spot in front of you. Take a couple of deep breaths and then let your breath go to its natural rhythm.
As I retell this story about the firstfruits, I’ll offer a few opportunities along the way for you to linger with a particular question, and if it feels right, you can just stay there for the remainder of the meditation. Come as far into the story as the Spirit invites you to come.
A young farmer, skin darkened and rough from the long summer harvest, arrives at his local place of worship riding an ox-drawn cart that is laden with food. Sheaves of wheat and barley are piled next to baskets of grapes, figs, pomegranates, olives, and dates. He dismounts from his cart and takes hold of his first basket. It is heavy, the literal fruit of much labor and worried waiting. He has plucked these first fruits in the fields, held them up to the bright sun with tired arms and considered their deep color, and yet he has refrained from tasting them. Instead, he has brought them here, as an offering to God. Perhaps this is where you want to linger, standing next to this young farmer at the entrance to God’s house. Perhaps the question for you is simply this: What is in your basket? What are the firstfruits in your own life?
{silence}
Coming out to meet the farmer is a man dressed in fine cloth, the priest, who speaks a word of blessing – The Lord be with you – and beckons the farmer indoors to the altar room. Once inside, the farmer declares that he has come into the land that the Lord swore to give to their ancestors. He has come to offer the first produce of his harvest as a way of saying thank you for that land. He, in fact, was born there, in the land. He has known no other place than the homestead first established by his grandfather. He has farmed the same soil from the time he was a boy. But he knows the story, and that is what is important. He hands his first basket to the priest and prepares to tell the story that he has told so many times before. There upon the gray stone of the altar, he sees the fruit that his no longer his own. Perhaps this is as far as you come, today. Perhaps the question for you is a question of feeling. How does it feel to hand that basket over, to see what you have worked to grow and harvest there upon the altar? What does that act of offering, of sacrifice, bring up in you?
{silence}
The farmer knows that he so easily could have had nothing, been a nobody. He knows that before coming into this land his grandfather’s people had been slaves, subjected to brutal labor; that they had been nomads, wanderers, strangers. It was only because God brought the people out of Egypt all those years ago, only because God led the people into the promised place with a mighty hand and an outstretched arm, with terror and signs and wonders, that he can, today, walk through vast fields of golden grain, and know with certainty that he and all his people would have food to put on the table.
With his basket on the altar, he stands before the priest and before their Lord and he tells that very story. He remembers and rehearses the story of grace into which he was born. “God brought us to this place an gave us this land, a land flowing with milk and honey; and now I bring the first fruits of the soil that you, Lord, have given me” (Deut. 26:9-10). With that final statement he has shifted from third person speech to first-and-second person speech, from storytelling to prayer. He has done it – entered personally into the story of his people! He is the wanderer whom God has settled, the slave whom God has freed. And he has made this journey into the story by way of his gift.
Perhaps this is where you stay this morning, with the story. How did you come to be here, to have what you have and be who you are? How did you come to know the goodness and grace of God, to be set free by his power and established by his grace? What’s the story that you tell here at the altar as you offer this gift?
{silence}
Year after year, basket by basket, the farmer learns that all things belong to God and return to God, that there is an essential unity between the open hand and the open heart. And this wisdom brings about a profound sense of peace and trust and joy. He knows that he returns to fruitful fields, that he goes home to abundance. He could take the time to be here, to tell this story. He has gained so much more than he has lost in setting the firstfruits on the altar. Once again, there will be joy for him and his household, for the Levites – God’s servants – who live in his vicinity, and for the foreigners and strangers who dwell in his town who do not yet have land of their own. There will be joy because he will provide for them just as God has provided for him. He climbs back onto his cart and turns himself toward home. His sight is renewed: everything is a gift. Though his cart is empty, his heart is full.
This where we end the story and maybe your question is the final question: Who will benefit from your open-handed, open-hearted life? As grace flows through you, who will it touch? Your household? You faith community? The poor and the poor in spirit? Freely you have received. To whom, now, will you freely give?
{silence}
In the name of God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit. Amen.
[1] Genesis 1:28.
[2] Psalm 1:1-3.
[3] John 15:5, 8, 16.
[4] Matthew 3:8; Luke 3:9.
[5] Matthew 7:16-18.
[6] James 1:18
[7] Galatians 5:22-23.
[8] Colossians 1:6, 9-13.
When Did Christian’s Stop Being Christian?
April 14, 2024
Heath Mann
John 13:1-20
I think I know your current thought….How dare this guy tell me that I am no longer a Christian! You must know that I am not talking about anyone here today. I believe the real point of this statement is, are we living a life that Jesus would be proud of? Please note that this is mainly describing our personal/political/ professional lives. It is not directed at anyone in particular but to our society as a whole.
To begin with I think we need to understand what it means to be “Christ like” or Christians. I think to start this conversation, I would pose the question, what kind of Leader was Jesus? Did Jesus require the people to serve him, or did Jesus serve his people?
In today’s Gospel Lesson, Jesus used one of his last teaching moments to Wash the feet of his disciples stating, “You call me “Teacher”, you call me “lord”, and rightly so, for that is what I am. Now that I, your lord and teacher, have washed your feet, you also should wash one another’s feet. I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you. I tell you the truth no Servant is greater than his master, nor is a messenger greater than the one who sent them. Now that you know these things, you will be blessed if you do them.”
This is interesting language especially in this context. Jesus in being the teacher, in being the lord washes the feet of his followers, doing them a service, a kindness, a gesture, he is becoming the servant, becoming the messenger. Furthermore, he indicates that they should strive to do the same to their followers, to their students, to their servants. He is giving them the example that to teach, to lead, to be the lord, to be the master is to serve. I mean isn’t Jesus’ whole life in service to us. Giving us an example of servant leadership. Doesn’t love lead us to serve the ones we love, at times receiving their service, and at times serving them. Equal in Love!
In numerous parables and teachings in the New Testament Jesus shares his message by serving the people who follow him. Think feeding the five thousand, healing the blind, forgiving the sins, and most of all two weeks ago we celebrated his resurrection after receiving the death penalty so that your transgressions can be forgiven.
Jesus goes on to instruct the Disciples to “go out and do for others what I have done for you”, in essence commanding them, commanding us to be “Servants”.
Have we as Christians in considering the current state of our political, personal and professional affairs continued to be servants?
Could those of us professing to be Christians be recognized by our actions, our treatment of others to be Christians?
Now that we have seen through his teachings and in reading the New Testament, that Jesus was a Servant leader and that he commands us to live in that same fashion, and many of us know his words and his teachings, who are we? Are we leading the life of servitude that he has instructed us to?
It is much easier to speak the language than it is to put the words into motion, to live our lives in a Christ like fashion. To be a servant to those around us.
We are inundated with the manipulation of our Christian beliefs, teaching us to hate instead of to love. To dehumanize those who do not think the way we do. Our politicians, leaders, large corporations, businesses and sometime our neighbors, friends and family members use divisive tactics to gain power, profit, and influence over us.
Let’s look at a few examples, manufactured crisis’s that I believe are being used to manipulate us by today’s politicians.
Please try to place our own political beliefs aside, and please understand that at the end of these examples I will try to provide a connection to the teaching of Jesus, but also note the title of this message (when did Christians stop being Christian) and this message itself is provided in the hopes that we will look at these manipulations, and the pressures found in today’s society to find a solutions, and to answer the question about if we as a society, as a church, and then in a lesser fashion as individuals, have indeed lost our way.
Are we still living a life the way the teachings of Jesus asked us to?
The first issue that we are going to look at has been used for well over a hundred years to spur us to action.
Immigration is my first example, look at how this subject has changed or not changed, from the arguments in the late 19th and early 20th centuries when where we were told “they come to take our jobs”, this statement was used to talk about the Chinese, the polish, the Irish, and the Italians, describing how this influx of workers would displace us at our jobs. Since this did not happen and is no longer a “FEAR” in today’s society, this persuasive argument has now changed to the current manipulation about today’s immigrants stating that “they are rapists, murders, and thieves. Stoking the embers of Fear once again this time fear about our safety.
I know that we can find outliers, and show proof that some criminals have entered the country as immigrants, but don’t we have enough crime within our borders to prove that Crime has always been here?
Fear is the emotion that is most likely to move us to a course of action, so it is the most likely emotion to be used to get us to vote for one party or the other.
But let’s try to look at this issue through a different lens.
When reporting on the collapse of the Francis Scott Key Bridge in Baltimore Camilo Montoya- Glavez a CBS reporter made this statement about the construction workers who perished in the catastrophe stating, "These jobs are essential, but they're also perilous...but many immigrants do them because they want to provide for their families." These jobs help our country move forward building the infrastructure that we rely on, and immigrants have filled these dangerous positions for the entirety of our country’s history.
Think of the Irish, the Polish, and the Chinese, what did this generation of immigrants do, nothing short of building the transcontinental railway, not to mention the bridges that we use currently today as well as the Francis Scott Key Bridge itself, the list continues today includes Mexicans, Columbians, Hattians, Nicaraguans, Panamanians, and Cubans to name just to name a few. They come to find hope, they build our country, provide health care to our citizens and work jobs most current Americans wouldn’t dream of.
I believe that the men who lost their lives on the bridge are a better representation of the average immigrants that are entering our country today, than what our political process is leading us to believe. But we allow our politicians to claim that these immigrants are a huge problem. Why so they can divide us and win our votes.
I ask you how would Jesus welcome an immigrant, how would Jesus receive a poor, hungry sick individual fleeing persecution in their country?
Did Jesus turn his back on the Poor, the immigrants, the elderly, the prostitutes, the taxpayers? What does the bible tell us?
I think he would welcome them, help them, nurture them.
And the lack of care and manipulation doesn’t stop with immigrants, it continues to our poor, our mentally ill, women, the LGBTQ community, and currently especially the trans community, and youth who want to simply participate in a game or use a restroom.
This example occurs much more closely to home when you consider the bills recently passed and signed into law in this state.
How would Jesus handle these current issues in our community. A life of service would indicate that the last thing he would do would be to alienate or push aside any of these marginalized groups. In fact, the reason his numbers grew at the rate and magnitude that they did, I would argue is because he would look to help them. “You can catch more flies with honey”.
If we allow our politicians, our community leaders and ourselves to use this type of manipulation, to move us in a course of action, it allows us to ignore the real problems we currently face. The hopelessness or mental illness that drives our own citizens to crime. If we deny or find a scape goat like the poor, mass of good people fleeing, fear, persecution, and “real crime” in order to find the American Dream, then aren’t we allowing our politicians to maintain the status quo. In essence it allows our politicians to stay inactive and leave unchanged the same rules of law that currently govern our situation, to maintain their power through inactivity. How many times throughout history have we allowed the people of power to blame the powerless?
These thoughts, and musings left me wondering when did Christian’s stop being Christian.
When did we start losing the path that Jesus laid for us? Would it make you feel better if I told you that it was during the Emperor Constantine’s rule.
The first time that Christianity was adopted by an empire (politicized), was in Armenia in 301 ad. Then it gained even more prominence rapidly with the conversion of the roman emperor Constantine, and later to be declared the official religion of the Roman empire by Emperor Theodosius. By the early 4th century Christianity was a powerful social and intellectual force. How long could the politicians of the era ignore this force.
The governors of the land saw the opportunity to accept this movement and therein gain power and the ability to manipulate its masses.
It is a bit Ironic, when you think that governments first sought to adopt religion in order to hold sway over the people, and our founding fathers sought to protect our government from any one religions power. They sought to protect our individual rights by keeping the government from forcing a belief system upon us. Would it surprise you to learn that the early Christian leaders fled fearing the bastardization of their religion, their teaching, their beliefs, seeing their most deeply held beliefs being used and manipulated in order to serve the state? It appears we have come full circle.
The Irony more plainly stated is that at first politicians, and governments pried into our personal belief systems by trying to control our religion, then they found that governments for the people needed to be protected from religion, and now once again our belief system is being used to manipulate us for money, power, and political gain.
So, my question is, have we forgotten to serve, forgotten to be servants in the manner Jesus instructed us to. Are we allowing these manipulations to spur on an attitude in our lives and in our country that is not Christian?
The previous issues I would argue we can justify our own actions by pointing to others at fault.
But let’s look a little closer into the mirror, look at possible actions or inactions in our recent history to give us individual accountability.
Look at the recent Covid pandemic, and I understand that we should have our rights but when we serve, do we, at times accept a position of discomfort, or delay in order to be kind, to help others, Jesus did. I mean who wants to touch other persons’ feet? I understand that wearing a mask is an inconvenience but isn’t it worth the minor inconvenience so that someone else, our neighbor, our friend, our fellow citizen, our family member stays healthy. Of course, we have the right to choose if we wear a mask but shouldn’t someone professing Christianity, professing to follow Jesus choose to wear a mask in order to helps others, in order to be a servant leader? OH. And mask wearers don’t be so self-righteous. Would it surprise you to know that several complaints, glares, thoughts, and arguments were leveled at our public servants and citizens in our community, by people that received the vaccine or where wearing masks. Did you ever glare at someone because they were not wearing a mask? I know I did.
Jesus showed compassion to everyone not just people that were a part of his socio-economic class or shared his beliefs, or wore similar clothes, or came from his hometown, he showed compassion to everyone.
I would argue that love, kindness, and compassion are essential in being part of a community, being part of a society, a country, and even our species.
I do feel like this is a lot to contemplate, but please note that we are not alone. Jesus taught us many lessons regarding this issue, so it was clearly an issue 2000 years ago as well.
In the book Connectable by Ryan Jenkins and Steven Van Cohen they discuss a study by behavioral scientists John Darly and Daniel Batson in the 1970s. The study was to try to determine if people in today’s society would stop to help someone in need if they were pressed for time. The findings were that 63% of people stopped to help if they had plenty of time to make it to their destination, 45% stopped to help if they were on time, and only 10% stopped when they were running late. The irony of this study is that the group being studied in their reactions, were college students, students attending Princeton Theological Seminary, and finally they had just been discussing with the researchers the parable of the good Samaritan, yet when faced with the exact same situation as the good Samaritan, the results indicated that these Seminarians were guilty of not being a good Samaritan.
What lessons can we learn from this?
1. Leave early enough to have time to help,
2. A life is always more important than our appointment/meeting/speech…
So, as you can see, Jesus addressed these issues 2000 years ago, the students at Princeton showed us in the 1970’s and the pandemic and current state of affairs have again given us proof that these problems still exist.
So yes we are not alone in dealing with these problems this lack of servitude, of compassion of love for our fellow Americans, Community members, Neighbors, and family members.
Finally, I want to look again at the teachings of Jesus.
I would ask you to show compassion to everyone, not just people that are a part of our own socio-economic class or share our beliefs, or wear similar clothes, or come from our hometown, but to show compassion and love to everyone. Jesus in his teachings shows us the way, the way to be stewards in our community, our society and for our species.
How different would our world look if we just used his teaching as a way to treat each other? How different would it look if we were all servant leaders?
Isn’t it time that we actually learn this lesson? If we can be the ones who learn this lesson, we can then begin to recognize when we are being manipulated, and I believe we can finally find our way back to Jesus’s path.
“The LORD bless you and keep you; the LORD make his face shine on you and be gracious to you; the LORD turn his face toward you and give you peace.