Sunday, May 13, 2018

Ready to Launch


Acts 1:1-11     (NRSV)
In the first book, Theophilus, I wrote about all that Jesus did and taught from the beginning until the day when he was taken up to heaven, after giving instructions through the Holy Spirit to the apostles whom he had chosen. After his suffering he presented himself alive to them by many convincing proofs, appearing to them during forty days and speaking about the kingdom of God. While staying with them, he ordered them not to leave Jerusalem, but to wait there for the promise of the Father. “This,” he said, “is what you have heard from me; for John baptized with water, but you will be baptized with the Holy Spirit not many days from now.”

So when they had come together, they asked him, “Lord, is this the time when you will restore the kingdom to Israel?” He replied, “It is not for you to know the times or periods that the Father has set by his own authority. But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.” When he had said this, as they were watching, he was lifted up, and a cloud took him out of their sight. While he was going and they were gazing up toward heaven, suddenly two men in white robes stood by them. They said, “Men of Galilee, why do you stand looking up toward heaven? This Jesus, who has been taken up from you into heaven, will come in the same way as you saw him go into heaven.”



Saturday, April 28 --- quite possibly the most significant theologian of our time passed away at the age of 81. 
          And one probably most of you have never heard of

James H. Cone had a huge impact on my life when I was given the opportunity to hear him and read his works while I was in seminary. 
Dr. Cone gave voice to the voiceless and is credited with the concept of Liberation Theology.

Most of us here today would not feel very comfortable with what Dr Cone said. 

His obituary published by Union Seminary stated:
Cone “upended the theological establishment with his vigorous articulation of God’s radical identification with black people in the United States”

James Wallis in his commentary on Cone’s death wrote:
The oppression of the poor, and black people in particular, was at the heart of James Cone’s work, and, as he wrote so prophetically and brilliantly, the love of the oppressed and divine passion for justice is at the heart of God

Cone grew up in the era of lynchings in the segregated town of Bearden, Ark., which at the time had a population of about 400 blacks and 800 whites, and he often feared for his father’s safety.

“I had heard too much about white people killing black people … when my father would finally make it home safely, I would run and jump into his arms, happy as I could be,” Cone once recalled.

This was the 50’s --- in Arkansas, so maybe not a big surprise.

We have a problem in our country
In too many places, in too many people’s attitudes, being “Black” is a crime --- or at least a reason to be suspicious.

We need to learn to not only LISTEN to each other, but to really SEE each other
I encourage you to join us next Sunday afternoon for the ongoing community dialog at St Paul’s Episcopal Church on race and reconciliation
Hopefully --- we will learn to SEE each other


On May 4th, following a prayerful process to discern a way forward the United Methodist Council of Bishops, released the following statement.

Having received and considered the extensive work of the Commission on a Way Forward, the Council of Bishops will submit a report to the Special Session of the General Conference in 2019 that includes:

·         All three plans (The Traditionalist Plan, The One Church Plan and the Connectional Conference Plan) for a way forward considered by the Commission and the Council.
·         The Council’s recommendation of the One Church Plan.
·         An historical narrative of the Council’s discernment process regarding all three plans.

Rationale:  In order to invite the church to go deeper into the journey the Council and Commission have been on, the Council will make all the information considered by the Commission and the Council of Bishops available to the delegates of the General Conference and acknowledges there is support for each of the three plans within the Council.  The values of our global church are reflected in all three plans.  The majority of the Council recommends the One Church Plan as the best way forward for The United Methodist Church.

The question that they are wrestling with is: should people who have different sexual identities be included in the life of the church?

Of course, when I frame the question that way most of us would say SURE.

But the real question confronting us is: should people with different sexual orientations be allowed in leadership within the United Methodist Church?
          That is a very different question.

What does it mean to be welcomed --- to be included --- to be valued --- in the life of the church?

It made me reflect on an interesting experience I had.
While visiting someone prior to surgery they thanked me for coming and said that they weren’t sure that I would come and pray them since they were not members

                   If an active attender doesn’t feel fully included . . .

Matt and I are working on how we can address these issues as a congregation, knowing that we are all over the spectrum on how comfortable we are with these issues.

But also realizing that this issue will be thrust upon us come February

I would be dishonest if I said I knew or even felt comfortable with how we might deal with these issues.  We are praying and trying to discern the spirits movement --- I hope you will do the same.

That is not all that happened a week ago on Friday.  At all the Annual Conferences this past year we were asked to vote on 5 amendments to our constitution.

In order to change the constitution, each amendment requires at least a 2/3 majority at our quadrennial general conference (which happed in 2016).  Then they must also receive at least 67% of the total votes taken at annual conferences around the world.

Friday, it was announced that three of the amendments passed --- the two amendments that failed to pass dealt with gender equality issues.

Quoting the Council of Bishops:
“While we are not completely clear concerning the motivation that caused them to miss the two-thirds required majority by slim margins, we want to be clear that we are unequivocal in our commitment to the equality of women and their full inclusion in our church”.

The bishops added they were recommitting themselves as individuals and as a full council to lead “the church toward the goal which Christ has given us to fully include both men and women in the life and ministry of Christ’s church.”

One of the amendments asserted that men and women are equal in God’s eyes and committed the church to ending discrimination against women and girls. The vote for this amendment was 66.5 percent — 31,304 yes and 15,753 no.

The other would have added gender, ability, age and marital status to the list of characteristics that do not bar people from membership in the church. The vote for this amendment was 61.3 percent — 29,049 yes and 18,317 no.

In other words, we as United Methodists voted NO

And as I stand before you on this Ascension Sunday --- I am heartbroken.

Sad, that as a nation we fail to understand that our attitudes that often lead toward discrimination (often without us even realizing it)

Sad, that almost 70 years after James Cone would worry each night whether his father would come home safe --- that many mothers still worry the same thing this very day. 
          Not just in the south --- In Mississippi or Alabama
                   but right here in Indianapolis

Sad that we as a denomination don’t remember the words of Paul in Galatians (3:28)
There is no longer Jew or Greek, there is no longer slave or free, there is no longer male and female; for all of you are one in Christ Jesus.

As we wait for Pentecost --- the giving of the spirit and the empowering of the church and the people --- what is our message for today?

Today --- on Ascension Sunday --- as we honor our mothers and encourage our seniors to take flight --- what is our dream for them?

I dream that they will be the ones to bring to pass the powerful challenge of scripture:
·         that we are to love God and love others
·         that we are realize we are all one in God.

I dream that they will be the ones to live out the words of Dr. Martin Luther King:
I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream. I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed, “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.” I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, sons of former slaves and the sons of former slaveowners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I HAVE A DREAM TODAY!

I have a dream that one day down in Alabama — with its vicious racists, with its Governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification — one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I HAVE A DREAM TODAY!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low. The rough places will be plain and the crooked places will be made straight, “and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.”

This is our hope.

This is MY dream

I dream we listen to the passionate cry of our young people who seek to change in our society --- and we help them make it happen!

These young people that we honor today CAN change the world --- I pray that they do --- and that we let them

I want to close with some powerful and disturbing words I came across from Barbara Brown Taylor.

A couple of years ago, as a congregation Anne had you studying one of her books. 
She writes:
The problem is, many of the people in need of saving are in churches, and at least part of what they need saving from is the idea that God sees the world the same way they do.


I want to close with a prayer that a friend wrote that I have modified slightly:
"As we celebrate on this day the ascension of Jesus --- mother’s day and our graduating seniors we recognize the importance of community. While there are different meanings by varied experience for us with the word “mother,” we recognize the sacred community the women of the church have built for us throughout the generations from the very first women who followed Jesus and organized his earthly ministry. We grieve with United Methodist women throughout the connection who have not been affirmed in leadership or identity by our own votes. May God forgive us for missing this opportunity to move forward and may the women in our midst never lose sight of Christ who affirms them, even when their tribe fails to do so. For our community and for our families, and for those who will lead us into your dream O Lord, we do pray.  Amen.
(prayer is adapted by one written by Matthew Stultz)

Wednesday, May 09, 2018

Holy Ground


Exodus 3:1-6a   (NRSV)
Moses was keeping the flock of his father-in-law Jethro, the priest of Midian; he led his flock beyond the wilderness, and came to Horeb, the mountain of God. There the angel of the Lord appeared to him in a flame of fire out of a bush; he looked, and the bush was blazing, yet it was not consumed. Then Moses said, “I must turn aside and look at this great sight, and see why the bush is not burned up.” When the Lord saw that he had turned aside to see, God called to him out of the bush, “Moses, Moses!” And he said, “Here I am.” Then he said, “Come no closer! Remove the sandals from your feet, for the place on which you are standing is holy ground.” He said further, “I am the God of your father, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob.”






Have you ever asked yourself --- what makes a place HOLY?

A number of years ago Nancy and I went out to visit my parents in Arizona over Spring Break.

It is a trip that I will never forget --- mainly because I had shaved off my moustache right before the trip --- as my offering to St. Baldrick's day. 
          I didn't raise nearly enough money for the sacrifice I made
But what most don’t realize that it was the first (and only time in our 32 years of marriage) that Nancy had ever seen me sans moustache

But the real reason that I will always remember the trip --- is because I sunburned my lip the day we went to visit the Grand Canyon

While we were there on our visit, I was encouraged to read a Tony Hillerman novel

What struck me was how Hillerman pointed out that the Navajo people consider their land to be sacred.

He repeatedly makes the point that unless you understand the Holy Ground of the Navajo people --- you cannot understand them.

In modern times, many people consider that Sedona, Arizona is filled with Holy Ground.

If you ever visit there, and it is a beautiful and magnificent place, you find that there are many locations that have been identified as VORTEX's --- places where the separation between heaven and earth is very thin.
In other words --- HOLY PLACES

While there we went to visit a number of the vortexes.
          I must have missed the holy ground part . . .

I was told that the track out in Speedway was Holy Ground, but as I slogged my way around it on Saturday it didn't seem very holy to me.

In 1994, Nancy and I traveled to Israel for the first time.

Over the last 25 years I have made (I think) 12 trips to "The Holy Land"

My friend, Archeologist Charles Page, often commented, much like Hillerman, that unless one understands the land of the Bible --- they could never fully understand the Bible

The late Father Bargil Pixner went so far as calling the land of Israel “the 5th Gospel”

Father Bargil Pixner, in a conversation with Charles Page, said:
“You must see Jesus here.  If you do not see Jesus in the ruins of Capernaum, you should have studied physics.  We are involved in Biblical archeology.  Our job is to know him and to make him known.  Seeing him helps us to know him.  Knowing him leads us to love him.  Loving him will help us to serve him and to make a difference in the world.”

But what is it that makes a place holy?

As I traversed over Israel, I have visited many places that have been identified as Holy

Nazareth --- the town that Jesus grew up in

Capernaum --- if there was any place that we can identify with Jesus as an adult it is Capernaum --- the city boasts a synagogue that the foundation is from the time of Jesus, and a home that has been identified as the home of Peter's mother in law.

Cana --- Friday was our 32nd wedding anniversary --- and once when we were in Cana we renewed our wedding vows --- Cana is the location of the first miracle in Jesus’ ministry --- his coming out party when he turned water into wine at a wedding.

Sea of Galilee --- especially the locations of the Beatitudes and Jesus' resurrection stories

Bethlehem --- the traditional site of Jesus birth

JERUSALEM --- I love Jerusalem --- everywhere in the Old City to me is Holy Ground

Temple Mount --- site of the Holy Temple and the Holy of Holies (today the site of the Al Aqsa Mosque and the Dome of the Rock)

Teaching Steps --- steps that led up and into the Temple
          It is one of the few places where I can say with confidence --- "Jesus was HERE!"

Thomas Friedman in his book From Beirut to Jerusalem tells this story:
When American astronaut Neil Armstrong, a devout Christian, visited Israel after his trip to the moon, he was taken on a tour of the Old City of Jerusalem by Israeli archaeologist Meir Ben-Dov. When they got to the Hulda Gate, which is at the top of the stairs leading to the Temple Mount, Armstrong asked Ben-Dov whether Jesus had stepped anywhere around there.

“I told him, ‘Look, Jesus was a Jew,'” recalled Ben-Dov.
“These are the steps that lead to the Temple, so he must have walked here many times.”

Armstrong then asked if these were the original steps, and Ben-Dov confirmed that they were.

“So Jesus stepped right here?” asked Armstrong.

“That’s right,” answered Ben-Dov.

“I have to tell you,” Armstrong said to the Israeli archaeologist, “I am more excited stepping on these stones than I was stepping on the moon.”

The Western Wall --- For Jewish people it is the closest that they can get to the site of the original Temple and so has become VERY holy space to them

Upper Room --- traditional site of the last supper

St Peter in Gallicantu --- home of the High Priest Caiaphas --- tradition says that Jesus was imprisoned there

Calvary --- site of the crucifixion

Holy Sepulcher --- site of the resurrection

So let me ask you:  Is it because of what happened in the past that makes a place HOLY?

Our Scripture this morning tells about the ONLY place identified in the Bible as HOLY.

It is the familiar story of Moses encountering God.

What does the Bible say makes the place holy?

God called to him out of the bush, “Moses, Moses!” And he said, “Here I am.” Then he said, “Come no closer! Remove the sandals from your feet, for the place on which you are standing is holy ground.”

It really isn't a location --- it is that God is present in that place.

I have come to see HOLY GROUND --- not as some ancient place --- even though I love ancient places and I often --- but not always --- experience them as Holy.

For me the best example of that is the Church of the Holy Sepulcher
For the most part it is not Holy to me

The reason it is not holy is because I often feel very distant from God there.
I have seen priests push and shove and yell at each other there --- In this place there seems to be NO peace

However, on the back side of the Tomb there is a little chapel that I find as a
Holy Place --- it is a Coptic Chapel.


For most Protestant --- if you were to ask them about the Holy Place remembering the resurrection of Jesus --- they would not point you to the Church of the Holy Sepulcher

Instead they would steer you toward ---- what is called the Garden Tomb
          It is beautiful
          It is peaceful
          It is what one expects then they are looking for the Tomb of Jesus

There is only one problem --- IT IS NOT HISTORICALLY ACCURATE
          Jesus WAS NOT buried there
          He did not rise from there
Yet for many it is a HOLY PLACE

Historically --- the Holy Sepulcher is much more likely --- it just doesn't feel like a holy place to me.

SO WHAT MAKES A PLACE HOLY?

For me the answer is simple --- PEOPLE and/or RELATIONSHIPS

When I worked for TradeWinds services one of the big events that I was responsible for was the Annual Gala

I, of course, wanted the night to be a success.

Not only is it about raising money (although that is pretty important)

But in my mind there is an even bigger purpose --- and that is raising awareness

In the midst of the chaos of the event --- something changed ---- all of a sudden it became a Holy Place for me

Let me share quickly why:

·         We had a choir made up of TradeWinds participants, we named the choir our "Believe and Achieve Choir" and they sang two songs and danced to a third
·         We also honored a young boy with autism as our "Youth of the Year"
·         And we honored our adult "Participant of the Year"

As the Choir was singing ----
and to be honest they were "wonderfully terrible"
they were awesome
I realized that I was standing on Holy Ground

But, and this is the funny thing --- when I went back to that venue for other events --- it wasn’t a holy place for me.

You see: Holy Places really aren't places --- they are relationships

Meridian Street Church --- not the buildings --- but you --- are a Holy Place

And what I have come to understand is that Holy Places are not bound by time or space.

I realized this when I visit tombs --- what we call cemeteries.

The reason we are attracted and often go and visit cemeteries is because they are HOLY PLACES to us

Not for what took place there --- but for the relationship that they have come to symbolize

In other words --- all the world is a Holy Place --- when we open our eyes and celebrate the relationships that take place there
          The relationships with each other
          The relationships with the divine

M. Scott Peck writes about a concept that he admires that is part of the Roman Catholic tradition it is called the Sacrament of the Present Moment.
It suggests that every moment of our lives is sacred, and that we should make of each moment a sacrament. Were we to do this we would think of the entire world as diffused with holiness. Wherever we might be would be a holy place for us, and we would see the holy, even sainthood, in everyone we encounter.

Psalm 24:1 says:
The earth is the Lord’s and all that is in it,
    the world, and those who live in it

If we truly believed that the earth belonged to God and is holy wouldn’t that cause us to take better care of it? 

Wouldn’t that cause us to do a better job of sharing its resources? 

Wouldn’t it make a difference in the way we observe and relate to nature --- and each other?   

Does it take a burning bush to make us realize we stand on holy ground?

Elizabeth Barrett Browning speaks to me when she wrote:
“Earth’s crammed with heaven; and every common bush afire with God; but only he who sees, takes off his shoes.  The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.”

May God give us eyes to see all the Holy Places that surround us.

Let me close with this prayer/poem that I found by Cheryl Lawrie who reminds us that while finding Holy places in extraordinary things is simple, finding God in the everyday takes courage:

Let us pray:

It takes little faith to see the sacred in the extraordinary.

To have faith the sacred is in the ordinary, though,
takes courage to believe the mundane can be enough;
  that grace can emerge
    even through the dull,
    the slightly disappointing,
    the not quite right,
    not quite as we intended,
    not really what we hoped;
    the clumsy,
    the awkward,
    and the imperfect.

Let your act of faith be
to let what you do be enough.

Let what you do be enough…

Wednesday, May 02, 2018

Island of the Mad


I have been a fan of Laurie R. King’s Mary Russell and Sherlock Holmes books since I stumbled across O Jerusalem many, many years ago.  I love stories set in Israel/Palestine and Jerusalem is my favorite city in the world. 

In Island of the Mad, King once again takes you on an adventure that is worthy of the best mystery writers.  What I appreciate more than anything else is her constant sense of detail.  When we are taken inside Bedlam I could smell the place and hear the sounds that were going on.  And having never been to Venice, I felt like I have been and can’t wait to go.

The thing that surprised me the most is how well King did and bringing some of the issues that we are struggling with today with the wit and wisdom of 1925.  There are some lessons to be learned if we are willing to open our eyes and ears.

Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Meeting Jesus (Again) For the First Time


Matthew 4:18-22 
As he (Jesus) walked by the Sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers, Simon, who is called Peter, and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea—for they were fishermen. And he said to them, “Follow me, and I will make you fish for people.” Immediately they left their nets and followed him. As he went from there, he saw two other brothers, James son of Zebedee and his brother John, in the boat with their father Zebedee, mending their nets, and he called them. Immediately they left the boat and their father, and followed him.


Last week Matt shared a bit about his experiences in Guatemala in 2013 and 2015. 
I know that he was disappointed that he was not able to go with our mission team on this last trip --- but I was thankful that I could go.

I want to thank Nancy --- and you --- Meridian Street Church --- for allowing me to have this amazing opportunity.

I have participated in dozens of mission trips through-out the years.
But some trips have really stuck out more than others
·         Appalachian Service Projects as a youth was one of the pivotal moments in my life --- and quite possibly one of the reasons that I am standing in front of you this morning
·         Jamaica, as I shared a few weeks ago, as a newly ordained pastor clarified my calling unlike anything I have ever done --- and gave me the strength to keep going
·         Taking a group of youth to Nashville Tennessee and sleeping in an old warehouse in the skid row district wondering how many rats I would encounter each evening.
·         Taking a group of youth to Oklahoma to work on an Indian Reservation, and visiting the Oklahoma City memorial shortly after that tragedy
·         Haiti prior to the devastating earthquakes --- shook me out of my comfort zone in ways that I still have not completely overcome
·         And of course Guatemala

Each of us has encountered Jesus in our lives.

For many of us, that first encounter with Jesus came when we were children.
          Certainly that is true for those of us who grew up in the church

But I don’t think that you can grow up in our society without having some encounter with Jesus.
          Even if it is not very clear or precise

For many of us, that image of Jesus that we claimed as children --- remains intact in many ways as we grow older

·         Sometimes it is held with deep conviction
o   Sometimes with just warm personal devotion  
o   And other times it is tied to rigid doctrinal positions

·         For some --- this image of Jesus that we developed during childhood can become a problem
o   Producing doubt
o   And sometimes leading to indifference --- or even a rejection of the religion (the Jesus) of their childhood
I have seen this in many of my childhood friends

It is as if there came a time in their lives when the childhood image of Jesus no longer made sense.
          Any unfortunately --- nothing was there to replace it

The result is too often a walking away from Jesus and the church

But I have come to believe (and even witness in my own life) that we need an opportunity to meet Jesus again --- almost like meeting Jesus again for the very first time.

The Jesus I follow today is very different from the image of Jesus that I had as a child.

It appears to me that there are two primary (or widespread) images of Jesus in our culture today --- maybe one of these is your image of Jesus

The first image --- what Marcus Borg calls “the popular image” sees Jesus as the divine savior.

This image seeks to answer three questions about Jesus
          Who was Jesus?
          What was his mission or purpose?
          What was his message?

The answer to those questions calls one into a state of believing.
          Who was Jesus?
          Divine son of God
          What was his mission or purpose?
                   To die for the sins of the world
          What was his message?
His message was about himself: his identity as the Son of God, the saving purpose of his death, and the absolute importance of believing in him.

Borg calls this a fideistic image of the Christian life --- one whose primary dynamic is faith --- understood as believing certain things about Jesus as true.

Belief should lead to a great deal more, but believing is the primary quality of this image of God.

The second image, which is only slightly less common, is the image of Jesus as teacher

This is a de-dogmatized view of Jesus

It is held by those who are not sure what to make of the doctrinal claims made about Jesus by the Christian tradition.

Once you set aside those doctrinal claims --- what remains is Jesus as a great teacher

The image that flows out of this understanding of Jesus consists of “being good” --- of seeking to live as Jesus said that we should

Borg calls this a moralistic image of the Christian life.

The problem with both of these images is that they are not only inaccurate but they are incomplete images of the Christian life.

The Jesus of the Gospels is ultimately not about BELIEVING or BEING GOOD.

The image of Jesus of the Gospels is about a relationship with God that involves us in a journey of transformation.

The question is how do we enter into that kind of relationship with Jesus that will allow transformation to take place?
          Not simply a relationship where we know about Jesus
But a relationship in which we surrender our very selves to the grace that is Jesus

In our scripture this morning Jesus is inviting strangers to come and join him on this adventure.

In The Message, Jesus says it this way:
“Come with me. I’ll make a new kind of fisherman out of you. I’ll show you how to catch men and women instead of perch and bass.” They didn’t ask questions, but simply dropped their nets and followed.

I read that story with incredulity

If that was ME, what would I have done?
          Would I have followed Jesus?
          Would I have set down my life work?
                   Would I have surrendered all that I had and begun this new life?

The reality is, they had the CHOICE --- they didn’t have to follow --- but they chose to follow
          They could have simply walked away

Every day Jesus is offering you and I the opportunity to become followers --- the opportunity to meet Jesus in a brand new way
          But the truth is --- we can come to church
                   We can call ourselves Christian
                             But remain spectators

          We take in the sights and spectacles
                   We listen to beautiful music
                   Hear great sermons (especially when Matt is preaching)

          But we remain UNCHANGED
                   We don’t surrender all, drop what we are doing and follow Jesus

Every day --- Jesus is inviting us to not be simply a spectator --- but to participate

I just got back from Guatemala
          Today is the first day that I am starting to feel human again
                   They worked me hard
                             Moving and laying concrete block
                             Making cement and moving it bucket by bucket
                   We would be sleeping by 9pm because we were so exhausted
                             But it was a good exhaustion

          We knew we were doing something that was going to make other’s lives better

But in order to do that --- we (I) had to say YES

What I love about mission trips is that, at least for a time, you remember why you fell in love with Jesus in the first place.

Now I know we can’t all go to Guatemala

But we can fall in love with Jesus who (I promise) will give us other opportunities to be transformed

The only requirement is that we can no longer simply be a spectator.

          We must actively engage in ministry through:
                   Prayer
                   Service
                   Justice

I was reminded of a story that I first heard almost 35 years ago when I was a student at Duke.

Fred Craddock, the greatest preacher of his generation, and one that I have sought to model my preaching style on, came to Duke.  During a sermon he shared a powerful story about Albert Schweitzer --- the great explorer, doctor, and organist ---

He shared:
I think I was twenty years old when I first read Albert Schweitzer’s Quest for the Historical Jesus.
I found his theology woefully lacking – more water than wine.
I marked it up, wrote in the margins, and raised questions of all kinds.

I read that he was going to be in Cleveland to play a concert of Bach, dedicating a new organ in a big church up there.
According to the article he would remain after the concert for conversation and refreshment.

I bought a Greyhound bus ticket – (Craddock was living in Knoxville, TN) – and went to Cleveland.

All the way there I worked on his book, laying out all my questions on sheets of paper.

I figured, if there was conversation following the concert, there would be room for question or two.
I went there; I heard the concert; I then rushed into the church fellowship hall, got a seat in the front row, and waited with my questions.

After a while, Dr. Schweitzer came in
shaggy hair, big white mustache, stooped, and seventy-five-years old.
He had played a marvelous concert.

You know he was a master organist, medical doctor, philosopher, scholar, lecturer, writer... everything.

He came in with a cup of tea and stood in front of the group.

And there I was, right in front, with my questions.

Dr. Schweitzer thanked everybody, saying, “You’ve been very warm and hospitable to me. I thank you for it. I wish I could stay longer among you, but I must go back to Africa, because my people are poor and diseased and hungry and dying. I have to go.’

Then he added, ‘We have a medical station at Lambarene. If there is anyone here in this room who has the love of Jesus, would you be prompted by that love to go with me and help me?’

And what I remember most from that sermon that Fred Craddick preached at Duke was his response.

He said he looked down at his questions and realized how absolutely stupid they were.

And then he said:  I learned what it meant to be a Christian, and had hopes that I could be one someday.”
I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, I was naked and you gave me clothing, I was sick and you took care of me, I was in prison and you visited me.

Barbara Brown Taylor has written:
“Following Jesus means receiving our lives as gifts instead of guarding them as our own possessions. It means sharing the life we have been given instead of bottling it for our own consumption. It means giving up the notion that we can build dams to contain the bright streams of our lives and letting them go instead, letting them swell their banks and spill their wealth, running full and growing fuller.”

I invite you to meet Jesus again --- maybe for the first time.

You don’t have to Guatemala, but you have to follow and allow Jesus to use you and change you.





Let us pray:
Loving God, when I hear your call for my life, too often I respond that I am too busy, or I want to respond on my terms.  Help me to meet you again.  Help me to begin to build a relationship with you in which I surrender myself to your love --- one in which I allow you to change me.  I love you Jesus, teach me, I pray.  Amen.

Tuesday, April 03, 2018

Something to Die For


John 20:1-18

Last year, in early March I found myself in the hospital. 

Nancy and I were on our way to the grocery store and I began to have severe chest pains.  I kept telling her that everything was alright; that I had been having them off and on for a while and that they usually go away after a few minutes.  For whatever reason, she insisted that we go to the hospital rather than the grocery store.

It is amazing how fast you get looked at in an emergency room when you show up with chest pain . . .

Eventually I found myself admitted, a ton of tests given and a very uncomfortable room for the night.

They next day I was allowed to go home and assured that I was not having a heart attack.

But then the fun began . . .

A week or so later, I got this letter in the mail.

It was addressed to the Family and Friends of Steven Conger,

Dear Family and Friends of Steven Conger,

On behalf of the (name of hospital) team, I want to express our sympathy for your loss of Steven Conger.

We consider you to be an important part of the care team, and wanted to reach out to you to express our condolences during this difficult time. . . .

With deepest sympathy
Your Care Team at . . . Hospital

What made it fun, is my bills were then sent to a collection agency. 

I called the hospital to express my concern about my passing, and they asked me who was calling --- I told them --- the late Steven Conger
         
          They didn't seem amused

          Have you ever tried to convince somebody that you were still alive?

It took months to get it straightened out. 

It was almost enough to give me a heart attack!

So I want you to know --- that I feel exceptionally qualified to speak about resurrection since I have already experienced it!

I wish I could say that this story is just an April Fool's joke, but I can't

As I prepared this sermon, with this being not only Easter, but also April Fool's Day, I kept being drawn to a poem written by Emily Dickenson.

This poem seems exceptionally appropriate for a day like today. 

How does one tell the reality of the resurrection in a fashion that we can understand?

The poem is: Tell all the truth but tell it slant 

Tell all the truth but tell it slant —
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth's superb surprise
As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind —

Dickinson says that we should tell the truth – the whole truth – but tell it indirectly, in a circuitous fashion.

The truth, she suggests, is too bright and dazzling for us to be able to cope with it in one go.
          We can be overwhelmed by it.

The second stanza introduces the one simile of the poem: the way that lightning and thunderstorms are explained to children in kinder terms "eased", so as not to frighten them.

Dickinson concludes by saying that the truth, if shown too directly, has the power to blind us.

In other words, Dickenson is arguing that we humans cannot handle too much truth.
          Borrowing the words of T. S. Eliot: we cannot bear too much reality.

Right after Jesus was crucified; the religious leaders swooped down on Pontius Pilate, the local governor, and said,
“Sir, we remember what that impostor said while he was still alive, ‘After three days I will rise again.’ Therefore, command the tomb to be made secure until the third day; otherwise his disciples may go and steal him away, and tell the people, ‘He has been raised from the dead’” (Matthew 27:63-64).

But Pilate, who was just about fed up with this whole mess, told those troublemakers to use their own guards to secure the tomb.

So they did, hoping that sealing Jesus in a hand-hewn tomb would bring to a close a tumultuous period in Jewish history.

But that didn’t happen.

From that very first Easter morning, people expected Jesus to remain in the tomb.

When Mary Magdalene discovered that the stone door had been removed from the grave, she never dreamed that Jesus had walked away.

She came to the only logical conclusion:
“They have taken the Lord out of the tomb, and we do not know where they have laid him” (John 20:2).

We too often want to keep Jesus in the tomb.

Jesus in the tomb is much easier to handle than a risen Lord who makes demands upon our lives.  

We are attracted to:

·         A Jesus who taught about love, but not a Lord who commands us to love our enemies (Matthew 5:44).
·         A Jesus who helped the unfortunate, but not a Lord who challenges us to sell what we own and give the money to the poor (Mark 10:21).
·         A Jesus who paid visits to the temple, but not a Lord who cleanses and reforms
·         A Jesus who was a friend of tax collectors and sinners, but not a Lord who encourages us to embrace the very people we feel are beneath us (Matthew 11:19).
·         A Jesus who supported family values, but not a Lord who predicts that he will cause divisions in families, father against son and daughter against mother (Luke 12:52-53).
·         A Jesus who accepted people as his disciples, but not a Lord who challenges us to walk the way of the cross, to lose our lives for his sake, and to find new life through sacrifice (Mark 8:35).

We feel much better about ourselves when Jesus stays put in the tomb, only coming out to give support to the ideas and practices and lifestyle patterns that fit us most comfortably.

And while we may be content with a Jesus in the tomb, it really doesn't matter what we want.
          The good news is Jesus is RISEN!

Isn't it time we let Jesus fully live in our lives?

Why is it that while we affirm that Jesus is risen, too often we behave as though he were still in the grave?

The glory of Easter is that Jesus is alive, bursting the bounds of death and running wild and free through human life.

When we try to preserve Jesus as a nice reminder of what a good person looks like, he rips through those limitations as though they were flimsy linen grave clothes.

On the day of resurrection, Jesus laughs at our attempts to limit him in any way, and he leads us into a future that only he can control.

When Peter and the other disciple run to the tomb to see what Mary is talking about, Jesus confounds their expectations by being conspicuously absent (John 20:3-10).

When Jesus stands before Mary, he appears in a form that she does not recognize — she believes him to be the gardener (vv. 14-15).

When Jesus speaks to her by name, and she realizes he is the risen Lord, he forbids her to hold on to him.
He knows that he must move on, always onward, and eventually on to God in heaven.

But before Jesus leaves Mary, he gives her a mission:
“Go to my brothers and say to them, ‘I am ascending to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God’” (vv. 16-17).

What an amazing and unexpected assignment this is.

The command of Jesus to “go” is significant here, since it is related to the word apostle, which means “one sent forth.”

On a very literal level, Mary Magdalene could be considered the very first apostle, the first one “sent forth” by Jesus to spread the good news of the resurrection!

It is in just such surprising ways that our risen and living Lord moves among us on Easter morning. This Lord:

·         is not one who proclaims a gospel of success and offers himself as a better business partner.
·         is not one who fosters intolerance and small-mindedness.
·         is not one who encourages a focus on the self and a neglect of the world’s needy.

He is, instead, a Jesus who truly challenges our age . . . and every age.

The good news of Easter is that Jesus is not in the tomb.
          Never has been.
          Never will be.

We do not serve a dead Jesus ---- We serve a living Christ!.

Jesus is alive and well and moving among us,
calling us to follow him on new adventures in faith
and to replicate his presence in the world.

He is risen!
Christ is risen!
Christ is risen indeed!
Thanks be to God!

Maundy Thursday


One of my Holy Week traditions is to watch the 1973 movie Jesus Christ Superstar
          I remember as a teenager going to see the movie while we were on vacation

I hate to admit this --- but Jesus Christ Superstar has influenced my theology in many ways.  But that is a discussion for another day!

One of the reasons I love that movie is it gives me a chance to see some of the wonderful places of Israel --- since that is where the movie was filmed

One of my favorite locations is used early in the movie are in a bell shaped cave
          It was filmed at Beit Gurvin --- a truly remarkable place

As the disciples join Jesus for The Last Supper, --- as they make their way to the meal they are singing the most ridiculous song.
          Always hoped that I'd be an apostle
          Knew that I would make it if I tried
          Then when we retire we can write the gospels
          So they'll all talk about us when we die 

I always chuckle when I hear this song, because they had absolutely no idea what was about to take place

I want to invite you to join me as the disciples gathered with Jesus for this last meal.

Let your imagination put you in that "upper Room"

Maybe like Palm Sunday, the disciples were in a buoyant, expectant mood,  singing crazy songs ---- while Jesus was mired in a more somber apprehension of what was to come.

No doubt they sang from the Psalms, most likely the collection of Psalms known as the Hillel which consists of Psalms 113-118.

These Psalms are sung for joyous occasions, but especially during the pilgrimage festivals which includes Passover.

Can you picture them singing?
          What did their voices sound like?
          Did Jesus or one of the others lead?
          Did they harmonize?

How do you think "Precious in the eyes of the Lord is the death of his saints” or
“This is the day the Lord has made” resonated with Jesus and the disciples?

Can you marvel over what was going on?

When I picture this scene --- I have no doubt but that Jesus must have had a catch in his throat as he stared at the bread and wine ---- knowing what was going to happen to him the next day --- that his body was going to be broken --- knowing his blood was about to be shed

Can you imagine that?
          It is haunting to me
                   But it is also lovely, gripping, and poignant.

When the disciples ate that last supper, what do you think they were thinking?

You understand --- they had no idea about what was going on
          We have the advantage of history --- they were in the moment and filled with     other expectations

Austin Farrer, in The Crown of the Year put it beautifully:

“Jesus gave his body and blood to his disciples in bread and wine. Amazed at such a token, and little understanding what they did, Peter, John and the rest reached out their hands and took their master and their God. Whatever else they knew or did not know, they knew they were committed to him… and that they, somehow, should live it out.” 

I like that.

We are mystified, but we know we receive Jesus himself and are thereby committed to him, come what may.

As N.T. Wright rightly suggested, when we eat and drink at the Lord’s table, “we become walking shrines, living temples in whom the living triune God truly dwells.”

While we as the church often include or exclude certain people and feel noble about it, Jesus was utterly inclusive; he makes a shrine – a temple -- happen for everybody, even those who don’t believe or have a clue.

As J├╝rgen Moltmann writes in The Church in the Power of the Spirit: 

“The Lord’s supper takes place on the basis of an invitation which is as open as the outstretched arms of Christ on the cross. Because he died for the reconciliation of ‘the world,’ the world is invited to reconciliation in the supper.”

In a wonderful ON BEING interview last year: Father Greg Boyle, whose ministry with gang members in California is impressive and moving said:
“We’ve wrestled the cup out of Jesus’ hand and we’ve replaced it with a chalice because who doesn’t know that a chalice is more sacred than a cup, never mind that Jesus didn’t use a chalice?” 

He went on to tell how he asked an abused orphan and former gang member in his program, “What did you do for Christmas?”

The young man said he cooked a turkey “ghetto-style,” and invited six other guys to join him.

When he named them, Boyle recognized them as members of warring gangs.

As he pondered them cooking together on Christmas day, he wondered,
“So what could be more sacred than seven orphans, enemies, rivals, sitting in a kitchen waiting for a turkey to be done? Jesus doesn't lose any sleep that we will forget that the Eucharist is sacred. He is anxious that we might forget that it’s ordinary, that it’s a meal shared among friends.”

Come, let us share in this meal --- as friends