who art in heaven

I read the news about Virginia Beach tonight. My heart is open to the wound of despair.

In the morning, I will attend an ordination for seven Deacons, commissioned and set aside particularly to bridge the grief of the world to the hope of the church; Christ’s one, holy, catholic church, in which we pray day by day,

thy kingdom come,
on earth as it is in heaven ,

and I am fairly sure that in heaven, there are no assault rifles, no workplace grievances resolved by the shedding of blood, no schoolroom lockdowns, no accidental shootings of toddlers, or by toddlers, some of whom do live in heaven.

I made one of them an orange stole. He asked for an orange stole, I believe, or at least I made it because of the grief that abides with us, day by day, as long as we resist the call of heaven to live in hope, instead of the threat, the fear, the vengeance of violence; our grievous tendency to enable, to create the occasion and the mechanism for sin.

In the morning, we will gather in joy, as some awaken, from that twilight of sleeplessness, to the unreality of a life flipped in a moment, at the speed of a bullet.

There is nothing wrong with our joy, with our prayers, nor even with our orange stoles, unless they make no difference to the gaping wound that continues to haemorrhage life from this nation, that siphons off hope and replaces it with weaponry.

Lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

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Ascension (when necessary)

When resurrection is not enough;

when, beyond the empty tomb,

mud sucks footsteps back toward hell;

flash flood waters, falling, leave a ring around your soul,

and the sky too close for comfort, despite miracles

of incarnation, resurrection; ascension

gives flight to imagination, lifting

like a swan, lumbering, unlikely.

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Take up your mat

A sermon for the Sixth Sunday of Easter at the Church of the Epiphany, Euclid, Ohio


I grew up as the youngest in our family – the last, the smallest, the slowest. Not much of an athlete, I also tended to be the last picked for team games at school. I might have been an A-student, but I was no Alpha; no, I was way down the pecking order. So when I came across a story like this, in which Jesus approaches the too-slow, unpopular, loner loser at the Sheep Gate and tells this person, in effect, that in that moment, his life, his wholeness is Jesus’ priority; that no one can come between him and the healing mercies that Christ can offer; that he is first in line when it comes to God’s grace, I fell hard. It was a life-changing, life-saving encounter.

I was lucky to have found Jesus at such a young age. The man at the Sheep Gate had been unwell for thirty-eight years when Jesus passed by.

Now, let me say that I do not appreciate the biblical use of language here. To call a person “an invalid” is dangerously close to calling them “invalid.” Or “illegal.” “Illegitimate.” I have feelings around such language, and I do not think that it is terribly respectful of the dignity of the human beings lying around the poolside at the Sheep Gate.

If you have never been called by a name that labelled you as less than fully human, or less than fully recognized or welcome in society, you may think it a small point. But it isn’t.

One might preach that the label is useful in helping us to recognize the obstacles that people with disabilities of body, mind, birth, or accident encountered in Jesus’ day, as though we are so much more civilized now. As though no one begs for help any more by the side of the road. As though we do not discriminate between those we deem legitimate and those we delegitimize; as though we do not call anyone’s existence among us illegal; as though we do not differentiate between those we commend as valid, and those we write off as invalid.

Such excuses are not worth the paper they’re written on. Not valid for travel.

The man at the Sheep Gate had been ill, and had been ill-used, for thirty-eight years. When Jesus asked him whether he wanted to be healed, he was so weary of hope and its invalidation that instead of answering yes, or even no, he simply described his situation. “No one will help me, and if I try to help myself, everyone pushes in front of me.” The man is stuck in his present as though in the revolving door of a nightmare, unable to get free.

No one will help me, and if I try to help myself, they push in front of me, push me aside.

Jesus does not help the man to get to the water. Jesus does not need to buy into the system that has kept this man down for thirty-eight years. Jesus is the living water, and he has power to heal the man, and he does that; but he does more. He tells the man to take up his mat, and walk home.

Now this was about to get the man, and Jesus, into hot water (see what I did there?); into some troubled waters. This was the Sabbath, and the carrying of furniture or bedding from one location to another was forbidden work that distracted from the intention of the day, which was to focus intently on the providence and creative mercy of God. Jesus knew all about that. So did the man, but when someone sets you back on your feet after thirty-eight years being trodden under the feet of others, if that someone tells you to pick up your mat and walk, you might just be inclined to obey him.

It isn’t long after we stop reading from the gospel this morning that the man encounters the authorities, who ask him, “Why are you carrying your mat on the Sabbath?”

Or, to translate it into terms we might recognize, “Why are you out of line? Why are you behaving suspiciously?”

We thought you were invalid/invalid. Who gave you permission to be here, to work here?

What is in your hands? What’s a man like you doing driving a nice mat like that?

The man tells them, in so many words, that it was Jesus who healed him, and Jesus who gave him permission and authority to carry himself and his mat. Jesus, defiantly, declared the invalid to be valid.

I told you last week that you would be hearing a lot more from the Festival of Homiletics as the weeks go on, and today is no exception. Commenting on another, a different healing miracle, the Reverend Otis Moss, III, said that the reason that Jesus told one healed man not only to get up, but to take up his bed, and carry it home, was that his mattress, on which he had spent so much of his life, bore witness to all that God had done for him. That it was a reminder of how much mercy God had shown him, and from what pain God had freed him.* This is the work of the Sabbath, Jesus might argue.

We do not walk away from our lives unscathed. Even in resurrection, Jesus bore the scars of the cross. When he raises us to new life, in baptism, in the everyday miracles of renewal, after the long seasons of bleak winter, when the night is long gone and the day draws near – even so, we carry the remnants of sorrow in our souls. We bear the scars of our deepest pain.

Some of you have used your recovery from health situations and addictions to turn around and offer yourselves and your scars as an example to those still on the road to recovery of the healing that is possible, the hope that is to come.

Jesus would have us carry our mats, the marks of our past pain, not as a penance, but as a sign of the healing and hope that can be found with Jesus. Because there are too many people who suffer without the hope that we have at our hands.

We carry the reminders of each time someone called us illegal, illegitimate, invalid, not because we want to hold on to the pain, but so that we can bear witness, when someone asks, to how much Jesus has done for us.

But for this man, I think that the mattress served another purpose. Jesus knew that it would attract attention. It was, I think, a witness against the system that served to keep invalids in line. It was an indictment against arrangements that kept healthcare out of the reach of those most in need. It was a placard protesting the hypocrisy of those who threw charity at the feet of the beggars at the gate, but did nothing to change the dynamic which kept them in poverty. The man’s mattress, carried through the temple crowd at shoulder height, was a slap in the face to anyone who claims to do the will of God, to follow the Law of righteousness whilst smothering God’s undying mercy; whilst denying God’s universal justice, which says that no one is invalid.

This, too, is the work of the Sabbath: to proclaim God’s reign, in which there will be no more sinful systems, and no more closed gates, but only the clear cleansing light of the justice of God, and rivers of living water, “for the healing of the nations,” as it says in the Revelation.

This is the word of God for us today, for whoever has need of it: Stand up, take up your mat, and walk.


* Post updated to provide: The Reverend Otis Moss, III, “By any means necessary:” an address on Luke 5:17-21 at the Festival of Homiletics, Minneapolis, 2019

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Love one another

A sermon for the Fifth Sunday of Easter in Year C. Readings include Peter’s vision in Joppa and defence of the uncircumcised in Jerusalem; Jesus’ commandment to love; and the heavenly vision of a Revelation.


Many of you know that I spent most of the week since we last met together in 60396278_10219408863918157_8876230351672836096_nMinneapolis, at the Festival of Homiletics, which is otherwise known to us mortals as preaching. I was in services of worship about three or four times each day, hearing sermons from the Holy Spirit poured out like wine through the filter of women and men who cannot get enough of the word and the love of God. It was a gift, and I am grateful to my parish for providing the Continuing Education time and partial funding for my attendance.

No one that I heard preached on today’s readings, which is perhaps a blessing as I might have been rendered speechless. But the Rt Revd Robert C Wright, bishop of the Episcopal church in Atlanta, said something in his sermon on Exodus that echoes through all of today’s readings, I think, proving the truth and the timelessness of the message. Bishop Wright said, amongst other wise things, that “Love is active rebellion against anything that is not love.”*

“Love is active rebellion against anything that is not love.”

Okay, let’s be real: I’m going to use that quote A LOT in the months and years to come. In fact, you are going to hear a whole collected volume of quotes from the Festival in the coming Sundays; but for now, when Jesus tells us to love one another (because when he is speaking to his disciples, Jesus is also speaking to us); when Jesus tells us to love one another, what do we think that he has in mind?

Paul, one of Jesus’ early interpreters, has plenty to say about love. Love, he says, is patient. Love is kind. It is not jealous, arrogant, boastful, or rude. Love does not insist on its own way. Love does not rejoice at what is wrong but rejoices in the right – that is where we often get into trouble. In one breath, Paul says that love does not insist on its own way: “I’m right, you’re wrong.” In the next, he says love splits right from wrong; and we all believe that we know the difference. Right?

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Peter was staying in Joppa, known to us today as Jaffa, at the house of Simon the tanner. He had (in last Sunday’s reading) performed a miracle of remarkable proportions, raising Dorcas from the dead, but even Peter still had a lesson to learn about love. About the reach and span of God’s love. About the revolutionary power of Christ’s love. About the inexhaustible love that is the light of the kingdom of God.

It was clearly an important lesson, because we read it in the book of Acts twice over: once as it happened, and then as we hear it today, told almost word for word by Peter to the church gathered in Jerusalem. In his vision, Peter learns that nothing, no creature that God has made, can be dismissed as unclean or unnatural or unholy by those made in the image of God. If we bear God’s image, we must share God’s imagination, out of which this miraculous and marvellous diversity of life proceeds.

This was not a lesson about eating ethnic food. In the next moment, after his vision, Peter was approached by people with whom he, as a good and religious man, would not have willingly associated himself; people he might have termed unclean or unholy. And if the Holy Spirit had not shown him a better way; a more loving way; he would have remained in his good, religious bubble, splitting the right people off from the wrong people and entertaining at least in his imagination the idea that some of the people whom God created in God’s own image are inherently unclean, or unnatural, or unholy, and he would have been wrong.IMG_3328

Love rebels against anything that is not love.

The Holy Spirit revolted against Peter’s distinctions and discrimination and showed him a better way, a more loving way, and Peter persuaded his brothers and sisters and siblings in Jerusalem to board the love train with him.

No one whom God has made is further from the image of God, the imago dei, than what you or I see in the mirror each morning; and no one is closer. Whether by sex or gender, ability or ethnicity, colour, race, or anything else, the image of God, the love of God does not discriminate against any one whom God has made. We may disagree fiercely about politics, baseball, or the right way to hang the toilet roll, but when we call any person beyond the scope of God’s image, God’s love, then we defile ourselves.

“Love one another,” Jesus said; but talk is cheap. “Love is active rebellion against anything that is not love,” Bishop Wright advised. It is defiant solidarity with the outcast and the oppressed, the immigrant and the orphaned, especially those orphaned by our own cruel and violent actions of family separation. A rebellious love is outspoken in its outrage against any kind of exclusion or erasure of trans people, gay people, people whose lives or families do not fit neatly into our check-box forms. Love is compassionate and active advocacy for women folk in need of medical services, and uninsured folk in danger of an early death. Love rebels against anything that is not loving. Love does not rejoice in racism, or nationalism, but it rejoices in the reconciling and redemptive love of God in whose image each and every person on the planet was made.

Love one another; and do not lose sight of that love. Elsewhere, Jesus told us to love even our enemies: our political foes, our family nemeses. If love rebels against all that is not loving, then we are not free to hate even those with whom we fight. Even if we fight for what we know to be right, we only have that right if we have the kind of love that excludes anything that is not love from the heart of our words and our actions; if we have love that avoids contempt; love that prefers justice to judgement; love that leaves room for the repentance of those who need it.

heart of stoneNot everyone is ready for that kind of love. Peter wasn’t, and God sent him a vision. Three times. Because he was never that quick on the uptake; but once he got it, he was all in, advocating before the council in Jerusalem on behalf of the uncircumcised, the unclean, the unacceptable.

God also granted a vision to John on the island of Patmos, in which he saw a new creation, one where God dwelt among mortals, living and moving among us, revealing the power of God even over pain and sorrow and death. But we have that vision, too. We have seen Jesus living among us, revealing the love of God, rebelling against the forces of evil, resisting the temptation to do anything but love those whom God set around him, defying even death. That vision is ours to bring home, just as Peter brought his vision home to transform the first church in Jerusalem.

“Love one another,” Jesus said, “even as I have always loved you.”


* The Rt Revd Robert C. Wright, “Just Imagine,” as heard at the Festival of Homiletics, Central Lutheran Church, Minneapolis, May 15 2019.

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Preach

I am at the airport, waiting for my ride home from the Festival of Homiletics, and what shall I say? I have been broken and I have been stitched up. I have been blown away, and I have been blown away like a dandelion seed. I feel my lightness, my whiteness, my weediness, and my potential to wreak havoc.

Dr Forbes wanted to recruit us all (all?) to God’s Dream Team, and as my spirit protested and continues to protest, “In your dreams,” he countered, “And when did you last find a mountain in your way and order it to up and move?” His encouragement was kind and unrelenting; and the Rev Otis Moss III told us to hold on; that it was too early to say that it is too late for God to make a way. God works by any means necessary, making use of any person or voice that God chooses.

We cannot stop preaching, Dr Melva Sampson told us, because we do not have the right to remain silent in the face of cruel church and secular politics; because resurrection (she quoted a Facebook post by Dr Anne Joh, which will haunt me);

Resurrection is the collective realignment of the living with the dead and those already consigned to death. The transformative power of resurrection must not be in celebration of any kind of transcendnec but rather grounded in this defiant realignment of the living against powers and principalities of the death machine. Resurrection is our commitment to realign ourselves with the dead and those prematurely dying amidst us.

That will preach.

We need to preach, Professor David Lose told us, to counter the abuse of language in a world which tells us we are nothing, when God tells us we are everything. We need to keep preaching, because the gospel is so unbelievable that we need to be assured of it over and over.

We need to preach, the Rev William Lamar IV told us, because we can skew scripture, manipulate tradition, use reason to explain away inconvenient truths, but when we let the Holy Spirit loose, there is no controlling her.

We need to preach, said Bishop Yvette Flunder, amongst many things, because the Word of God is alive. We need to preach not only in the pulpit but in the public square; “If the only time you preach is in the pulpit,” the Rev William Barber II declaimed, “our are not much of a preacher.”

I have been blown away, and I feel blown away like a dandelion seed, one among a million, at once inconsequential and capable of wreaking havoc.

The Rt Rev Robert Wright diagnosed a minor imagination of God as the cause of little courage to defy the forces of empire and evil and to trust the power which God has invested in us: “Defiance is a part of the imago dei,” he preached, remembering the midwives of the Hebrew slaves in Egypt and marvelling at their faithful defiance of Pharaoh’s murderous will. Non-cooperation with evil is by definition the stuff of God, he said; love is active rebellion against anything that is not love.

There is so much more to say, so many words, so many. I am broken by the weight of them. The call of God to preach has stitched me up. I am ready to fly.

 

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The lamb, the sheep, and the good shepherd

A sermon for the Fourth Sunday of Easter in Year C, Euclid, Ohio, 2019


In the book of Revelation, the Lamb has become the shepherd, just as in the gospels of Jesus’ Incarnation, the Shepherd became a lamb, and lived among us sheep. Revelation, a lament against oppression and a vision of God’s redeeming glory, proffers the ultimate reconciliation between sinners and their saviour; between life’s joys and hardships; between every language, people, nation, and tribe, and their religions, too; between the human and the divine realms.

This is the glorious vision that we celebrate in every Holy Communion, submitting our differences, our doubts, our souls to the reconciling love embodied by Jesus Christ, Messiah; becoming one Body with him and with one another, a foreshadowing and foretaste of the reign of God.

But in the meantime, in the gospel of John, and in the psalms of David, and in the lives of those who follow Jesus in the way of the cross, there is a long way to go and there are some serious obstacles to that ultimate vision of reconciliation.

Let me be uncomfortably honest for a second: whenever I am required by the church and its lectionary choices to read aloud in the midst of the congregation phrases that carry frankly antagonistic sentiments against “the Jews,” I am ashamed. I am embarrassed, I am concerned, I am conflicted, and I am ashamed; not of the gospel of Jesus Christ, to be clear, but of the history of Christianity which has too often failed to be a sign and sacrament of reconciliation to many.

According to Marilyn Salmon, author of the book Preaching without Contempt, when John Dominic Crossan was asked once at a speaking event about the problem of John’s hostile language toward “the Jews” in much of his gospel, Crossan replied that we might just need to refrain from reading the fourth gospel in public for the next thousand years.* I would love to be freed from speaking the bitterness of John the Evangelist in the middle of the church, although I would miss his poetry terribly; but such a move would not solve the problem of the language that, even during our private reading and prayer, has the potential to poison hearts, nor undo a long history of Christian anti-semitism, wrapped in White supremacy.

Let me be even more uncomfortably clear: in the months and weeks following the deadly attacks on synagogues from Pittsburgh to Poway, California, reading John, putting into Jesus’ mouth the words, “you do not belong to my sheep,” cannot go unexamined or unchallenged. It is not enough to say, we don’t read much into that, nor mean anything by it; because if we do not, then others will make meaning of it, and we have seen where that can and does continue to lead; and it has not been to the vision of reconciliation and universal worship that John of Patmos proposed in his Revelation.

So what do we do with these harsh words that John writes? Different translations have been tried. In another sermon, I described “the Jews” whom John names here as a beltway elite, not the people themselves. Many books have been written to understand and explain the relationship between the church of John the Evangelist and the rest of the Jewish community. But how do we shield our hearts and our neighbours from the violence of contempt? The answer is in the gospel itself.

In fact, the gospel of John is steeped in Jewish tradition: the festivals, the temple, the scriptures of their ancestors. Elsewhere in the Gospel of John, when Jesus encounters a Samaritan woman he is proud to identify himself as a Jewish man, telling her, “Salvation comes from the Jews!” (John 4:22).

It is John the Baptist who, at the beginning of John’s gospel, hails Jesus as the Lamb of God (John 1:29), and in the other gospels, it is John the Baptist’s disciples who ask the question that is here attributed more anonymously to “the Jews:” “Are you the Messiah, or should we wait for another?” (Matthew 11:2-6; Luke 7:18-23). In those other gospel accounts, Jesus is exasperated. “Have you not been paying attention? Do you not see that the liberty of God has visited those who rejoice in the healing I have brought them? Open your eyes! And blessed are they that take no offence at me.” In this gospel, it is written that his words divided the community between those who believed that he was the Messiah, and those who thought it madness.

However sharp that division, it is clear from broad sweep of scripture that the promises that God made to God’s people from the beginning, from the days of Abraham and Jacob and Moses, through the exile and restoration, and the resistance under Roman occupation; it is abundantly clear that those promises cannot be rescinded nor removed nor undone; for “We are the people of his pasture and the sheep of his hand,” the psalmist proclaims (Psalm 95:7); and the Good Shepherd does not abandon his sheep, nor does anyone take them from his hand.

The promises of God from ancient times are not cancelled out by the revelation that we have received of God’s grace and mercy through the life, death, and resurrection of Jesus Christ. Even the tight-knit, sectarian circle of the church of John the Evangelist (as described by David Rensberger** and others), recognizes that it does not tightly contain nor fully define nor dare it claim to curtail the reach of God’s revelation and grace, however enthusiastic its faith in Jesus Christ, Messiah. For even John also has Jesus say, “I have other sheep, that are not of this fold.”

In the reading from Acts that we hear today, Peter mimics the prophets of the Hebrew scriptures, Elijah and Elisha, as much as he follows Jesus in the raising Dorcas from the dead. In the book of Revelation, the vision of John of Patmos borrows heavily from the Jewish apocalypses of Daniel and the prophets. There is no Christianity, no New Testament, no Jesus of Nazareth without the Jews. There is no Good Shepherd without the psalms. There is no God as mother bear without the Hebrew scriptures (Hosea 13:8), and the Lamb of God is expected by John the Baptist only because of the prophets that preceded him.

In Psalm 23, so beloved of generations of Christians, we hear the voice of David, the shepherd anointed by God to be a king forever. When we hear him pray, “Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies,” let us be sure that by our words, and their tone, and by our silence we are not numbered among the tormentors of God’s anointed, nor casting shade across the paths of any of his flock.

In the age to come, John of Patmos envisions, every tribe, language, people and nation will worship together in spirit and in truth, gathered around the throne of God. When all political divisions, partisan denominations, petty arguments and violent pogroms have been put to rest, then we will find ourselves face to face not only with God but with one another.

This is the worship that we foreshadow every time we celebrate the Holy Communion, remembering God’s mercy and grace to God’s people from beyond our memory, and beyond our understanding. Remembering our own need for God’s forgiveness and faithfulness, we submit our selfish pride to the humility and kindness of Jesus of Nazareth. Relying not on our own achievements, but on the never failing love of God, the broken body and willing blood of the Lamb of God, and the tenderness of the Good Shepherd, we offer the worship of a fallen but ultimately hopeful people, formed for love, led by the Lamb of God.


*Marilyn J. Salmon, Preaching without Contempt: Overcoming Unintended Anti-Judaism (Fortress Press, 2006), notes to Chapter 4:

Crossan made this comment during a reading and discussion of his book, Who Killed Jesus? Exposing the Roots or Anti-Semitism in the Gospel Story of the Death of Jesus (San Francisco: HarperSanFrancisco, 1995), at the Hungry Mind Bookstore, St. Paul, Minnesota, Spring 1996.

**David Rensberger, Johannine Faith and Liberating Community (The Westminster Press, 1988)


Featured image: a house on the square at Joppa/Old Jaffa

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Prodigal prayer

Can we start over,
with my head bent low
and my knees bent lower,
my eyes evading your pain hung high
in case it engulfs my own?

Can we start here,
with my feet on the ground,
my toes rooted in the dirt
and my face turned toward the sun?

Can we start
whether or not the sun will rise,
or the air bend with the Spirit who exhales life;

whether this day, or one day
when the stars align, though my way is crooked,
and the time is ripe, though my heart went over;
and will you welcome me home?

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Sufficient

I came to you out of driving need:
a child’s wailing, howling hunger for bread
and tenderness. You fed me loaves of love
wrapped in wrinkled hands and silver

Now it is my need holds me at bay:
the need to appear slaked,
as one drunk on living water,
or to seem not only sated, but sufficient;

as though one who were whole enough
to live without you would want to.

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Undertow

I went to the water filled with chaos,
foaming with worry, frothy with fear;
I went to the water cold as winter, opaque as oil.
I went to the water to see your Spirit
spraying the rocks with invisible ink,
animation drawn out of every wave,
unconcerned with eternity;
I sank in the calm that rests beneath
the undertow of creation.

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Beating Guns

I wrote this morning at the RevGalBlogPals site about my Holy Week encounter with Shane Claiborne’ and Michael Martin’s #BeatingGuns tour. God Before Guns co-hosted the event with Pilgrim UCC in Tremont, Cleveland. Read more about it at RevGals; see a slideshow of images from the evening below.

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