Grace Episcopal Church, Madison NJ
October 4, 2009
The Eighteenth Sunday after Pentecost
Year B: Proper 22
Job 1:1; 2:1-10
Psalm 26
(Hebrews 1:1-4; 2:5-12)
Mark 10:2-16
The Defense of Marriage
Back in 1996 Congress passed and President Clinton signed the Defense of Marriage Act. The law, which has grown ever more controversial over the past thirteen years, declares that states do not have to recognize same-sex marriages performed and recognized in other states. The law also states that the federal government defines marriage as a legal union between one man and one woman as husband and wife.
I’m going out on a limb and assume that those of us here in church today hold widely different views about this law and its attempt to “defend” marriage.
However, wherever you stand on the issue, I think we can all agree that there is nothing radical about this law. In the United States back in 1996 - and to a lesser extent today - the majority of Americans defines marriage as a union between one man and one woman. So, although it raises some constitutional issues, there’s nothing at all radical about the Defense of Marriage Act – it simply wrote into law the belief of the majority.
Jesus, however, has some very radical things to say about marriage.
To understand just how radical Jesus was on marriage we need a little background on marriage and divorce in First Century Palestine.
First, contrary to what we might think, divorce was fairly common among Jews in the First Century. It was something that people simply took for granted. Jewish Law supported divorce. Here are the relevant verses from the Book of Deuteronomy:
"Suppose a man enters into marriage with a woman, but she does not please him because he finds something objectionable about her, and so he writes a certificate of divorce, puts it in her hand, and sends her out of his house; she then leaves his house and goes off to become another man’s wife. Then suppose the second man dislikes her, writes her a bill of divorce, puts it in her hand, and sends her out of his house (or the second man who married her dies); her first husband, who sent her away, is not permitted to take her again as his wife after she has been defiled; for that would be abhorrent to the Lord, and you shall not bring guilt on the land that the Lord your God is giving you as a possession." (Deut 24:1-4)
Notice a couple of things about this passage. In order to divorce his wife a husband simply has to find “something objectionable” about her. The rabbis debated what might be included under “something objectionable.” Some rabbis limited it to sexual misconduct while others said it could be something as seemingly trivial as preparing a bad meal or even if the husband became fond of a more beautiful woman.
Second, notice that divorce is simply taken for granted in that passage from Deuteronomy. In fact, it’s not really concerned with divorce. Instead, the concern is the first husband remarrying his former wife. Remarriage was seen as defiling the land of Israel.
Finally, and this will be no surprise, notice that the woman is powerless and voiceless. The husband writes a certificate of divorce, puts it in her hand, and sends her away. And in that time and place a woman divorced by her husband was in a very dire situation.
The Jewish historian Josephus, a near-contemporary of Jesus, writes that – surprise! – only a man could divorce. He also tells us that an ex-wife could only get married again with her ex-husband’s consent. Talk about adding insult to injury!
That was the world in which Jesus lived. I’m sure that everybody, or nearly everybody, simply took it all for granted. That’s just the way it is. A man can get a divorce whenever he wants to. A woman has no say. I mean, isn’t that obvious?
And so along come the Pharisees to, as the gospel tells us, “test” Jesus. Now, as we’ve mentioned before, the Pharisees probably get a bad rap in the New Testament – in part because the early Jesus movement may have been in competition with the Pharisees. We don’t know much about them but it seems like the Pharisees were devoted to ritual practices in an effort to make everyday life holy.
Some scholars think that the Pharisees disagreed among themselves about divorce. Maybe they really wanted to know what Jesus thought about divorce! In any event, the Pharisees ask Jesus, “Is it lawful for a man to divorce his wife?”
In typical Jesus fashion, he bounces the ball back at them, asking, “What did Moses command you?” The Pharisees know the law and so they refer back to that passage from Deuteronomy.
It’s here that Jesus does something unexpected and radical. Jesus tells them that the law about divorce was given because of human hardness of heart.
I don’t know about you, but the instructions about divorce in Deuteronomy sound pretty hard to me. I have some trouble imagining what could be more hardhearted than to be just handed the divorce certificate and shown the door. But then again human beings are always able to come up with some kind of cruelty.
Jesus, it turns out, is not so concerned with Deuteronomy. Instead Jesus offers the ultimate defense of marriage by reaching all the way back to the beginning of the tradition – to the creation account in the Book of Genesis. Jesus says that in the Adam and Eve story we see God’s intention for marriage.
In that very familiar story God realizes it is not good for human beings to be alone and so God attempts to create for Adam a “helper as his partner.” So, first God creates the birds and the animals for man to name. But, as nice as the animals were none of them quite cut it as a helper or partner.
Obviously you know what happens next in the story. God creates woman. Adam says, “This at last is bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh.” One of my Old Testament professors in seminary translated Adam’s words as, “Now that’s more like it.”
By drawing us all the way back to Genesis and the Garden of Eden, Jesus defends marriage by reminding us what it’s all supposed to be about. Marriage is a great gift from God so that we can share our lives with another who helps to carry our burdens and share our joys – to be both helper and partner. The bond of marriage is so close that we become, as Jesus says, “one flesh.”
Jesus is pointing out to the Pharisees that marriage in their own time – and perhaps our own – has become twisted and distorted. If a man can simply toss out his wife because of a bad meal then we are a long way from sharing the joys and burdens of life – we’re a long way from being both helper and partner, we’re a long way from becoming one flesh.
Jesus is radically defending marriage by reminding the Pharisees and us what marriage is all about. It’s not about handing out certificates of divorce and tossing your wife out of the house. Marriage is also not about legalisms, pre-nuptial agreements, quickie weddings and quickie divorces in Vegas, or serial monogamy.
Jesus radically defends marriage by reminding us that marriage is about being both helper and partner.
Which brings us to the hard teaching in today’s gospel. Jesus privately tells his disciples, “Whoever divorces his wife and marries another commits adultery against her; and if she divorces her husband and marries another, she commits adultery.”
First, notice even here Jesus is radically challenging the status quo. Even suggesting that a woman could divorce her husband must have seemed bizarre to the disciples.
Hopefully the context of First Century marriage and divorce helps us to understand what Jesus is saying. But, it’s still a hard teaching and the Church has struggled with applying this hard teaching from the very beginning.
In his first letter to the Corinthians Paul writes that followers of Jesus who are married to unbelievers should stay married. But he includes an exception to that rule, writing, “But if the unbelieving partner separates, let it be so; in such a case the brother or sister is not bound.” (1 Cor. 7:12-16)
In the Gospel of Matthew, written after Mark, Jesus’ teaching is softened a bit. In Matthew Jesus says, as saying, “But I say to you that anyone who divorces his wife, except on the ground of unchastity, causes her to commit adultery.” (Matt. 5:32)
In the centuries since the Church has recognized that life – and particularly married life – is complicated and so the Church has struggled with Jesus’ teaching on divorce. Many of you know the solution of the Catholic Church known as an annulment – in which the Church declares there never was a valid marriage so there is no obstacle in remarrying.
In the Episcopal Church the canons on marriage evolved until 1973 when remarriage was allowed in the church with the bishop’s permission.
There are still some hardliners who think that Jesus’ words in the Gospel of Mark about divorce are very clear and we should simply stick to that.
But, when we put today’s gospel passage into the context of First Century Judaism and especially into the context of the whole Gospel we know that we are called to offer love and not condemnation. And if we really listen to what Jesus is saying, we recognize that Jesus isn’t primarily concerned with divorce.
Instead, Jesus is radically defending marriage by calling us back to the heart of marriage – two becoming one and serving as partners and helpers through the joys and burdens of life.
For those of us who are married, let us pray that God will give us grace to strengthen our marriages.
And may all of us always support those who are married and those who are divorced with love and compassion.
Amen.
Sunday, October 04, 2009
Saturday, October 03, 2009
Funeral Sermon for Alpheus J. Dolan
Grace Episcopal Church, Madison NJ
October 3, 2009
Sermon for the Funeral of Alpheus J. Dolan
Ecclesiastes 3:1-15
1 Corinthians 15:20-26, 35-38, 42-44, 53-58
John 14: 1-6
“Number 5”
The lesson I just read comes from the account of the Last Supper in the Gospel of John. Jesus is saying farewell to his friends and they are beginning to realize just what this means. Jesus is going to die. Jesus – their friend, their teacher, their Lord – will no longer be with them, at least in the way they have known.
Even two thousand years later we can still feel the urgency of Jesus as he tries to assure them that he is going ahead to prepare a place for his friends.
And all these centuries later we can still hear the sadness, fear and confusion when the Apostle Thomas says, “Lord, we do not know where you are going. How can we know the way?”
And then Jesus tells his friends more than they can understand, “I am the way, and the truth and the life.”
In his own quiet and practical way, Al Dolan placed his trust in Jesus as the way, and the truth and the life. He lived a life of faithfulness and dedication. And we’ve come together here this morning to mourn the loss of this good man, to give thanks for his well-lived life and to pray for him, his family and for all of us who miss him already.
Each time I visited Al, without fail, he would ask how things were going at Grace Church. Many times he told me how proud he was of this church.
Al was, of course, interested in how the people – especially his old buddies - were doing, but, to be honest, he was at least as interested in the furnace, the wiring, the plumbing, the bell and all the other things that unfortunately I know almost nothing about.
Good thing his pal Gene Carpenter, who has forgotten more about these buildings than I’ll ever learn, would regularly update Al on all the technical aspects of life at Grace Church.
Al wanted to know about the mechanics of Grace Church because, as many of you know, he was the one who had designed, built and maintained much of what makes these old buildings go.
In today’s gospel lesson Jesus assures Thomas and the other disciples that he has gone to prepare a place for us – a place to live with God forever.
Al is surely alive in that place, in the presence of God, but Al Dolan also lives on in the wires and switches and circuits and control panels that are quietly and faithfully doing their work right now all around us.
In part because he had the mind of an engineer, a mind that was always eager to design and build, it was always interesting to talk with Al – and to follow his train of thought.
Over his last months when he couldn’t do much else, he had a lot of time to think. In our talks he told me how he was trying to fit together all the pieces of his long life. He looked back to his childhood. He reflected on life as a husband, father, and grandfather. I hear he was a particularly doting grandfather, making a daily stop with Caroline at the bagel shop on the way to school. In fact, they were such regulars that one day the bagels were on the house!
As he worked at putting together the pieces of his life, Al looked back on his professional life – his accomplishments during a long career at Westinghouse. He also reflected on his deep friendships with Peg Helmers, who died just a few months ago, and Ginnie Brandt, who’s here with us this morning.
One memorable afternoon Al and I went through his family photo album – filled with so many remarkable pictures. What a wonderful keepsake for your family!
As I turned the pages, there was Al’s mother, the lovely and rather bohemian-looking concert pianist married to Al’s father who seemed to always be the sober-looking businessman. There was Al and his brother, Court, as boys growing up in Queens. There was his beloved wife Betty and there were his children, Jack and Lu Ann. And finally there was his son-in-law Mike and his granddaughter, Caroline.
And, as we turned the pages of the album and talked, Al puzzled over his life – how did he get to this point, how did all the pieces of his life fit together?
Just the other night, a line in a novel I’m reading jumped out at me because I think it may capture what Al was feeling as he looked back over his life, trying to fit all the pieces together.
In the novel there are two old men who grew up together and have been lifelong friends. They loved to tell stories about their youth and to laugh about them, even though to others the stories seemed not particularly funny. Other people couldn’t see the joke. Here’s the line from the novel’s narrator that grabbed me:
“The joke seemed to be that once they were very young and now they were very old, and that they had been the same day after day and were somehow at the end of it all so utterly changed.”
Near the end Al found a great deal of peace. It was a great gift when Mike and Lou Ann moved in with him and an even greater gift that Lou Ann got to be with her dad at the end.
The last time I visited as usual I asked how he was doing. He pointed and told me that he spent a lot of time looking at and thinking about that locomotive. At first I didn’t know what he was talking about, but then I looked over my shoulder and on a shelf above the window there was a model of a steam locomotive.
He told me the story of “Number 5.” When he was about five years old Al had ear surgery. Al’s father gave him this model engine, Number 5, as a gift. He had kept this deeply meaningful gift for all of these years.
As Al looked up at the engine with its headlight shining forth, true to form, he patiently explained to me how a steam engine worked.
But then he said that now Number 5 didn’t have much of a power source, just enough to keep the little headlight going but not enough to actually move. Number 5 had only a little power and sat on just a bit of track.
After a long pause, I asked Al how it made him feel seeing Number 5 that way.
He said one word, “Peaceful.”
I don’t know that Al was ever able to put together all the many pieces of his long life but lying there in bed that day near the end of his life he felt the love he had received from his father so long ago – the same kind of powerful love that Al shared with so many over the course of his long life. And that love was just a hint of the divine love Al is experiencing in the presence of God right now.
Al Dolan lived a good and faithful life and now he has completed his journey back to God.
Al’s journey is over, but for us, the journey continues. Last night here at Grace Church the bishop dedicated and blessed our new building – a building Al took great interest in and lived to see in person. There is great symbolism in that timing.
Just as the life and work of Al Dolan helped to lay the foundation for our lives today, so too with God’s help the life and work of Al Dolan can serve as an inspiration for us to live the rest of our lives with his kind of dedication and faithfulness.
Amen.
October 3, 2009
Sermon for the Funeral of Alpheus J. Dolan
Ecclesiastes 3:1-15
1 Corinthians 15:20-26, 35-38, 42-44, 53-58
John 14: 1-6
“Number 5”
The lesson I just read comes from the account of the Last Supper in the Gospel of John. Jesus is saying farewell to his friends and they are beginning to realize just what this means. Jesus is going to die. Jesus – their friend, their teacher, their Lord – will no longer be with them, at least in the way they have known.
Even two thousand years later we can still feel the urgency of Jesus as he tries to assure them that he is going ahead to prepare a place for his friends.
And all these centuries later we can still hear the sadness, fear and confusion when the Apostle Thomas says, “Lord, we do not know where you are going. How can we know the way?”
And then Jesus tells his friends more than they can understand, “I am the way, and the truth and the life.”
In his own quiet and practical way, Al Dolan placed his trust in Jesus as the way, and the truth and the life. He lived a life of faithfulness and dedication. And we’ve come together here this morning to mourn the loss of this good man, to give thanks for his well-lived life and to pray for him, his family and for all of us who miss him already.
Each time I visited Al, without fail, he would ask how things were going at Grace Church. Many times he told me how proud he was of this church.
Al was, of course, interested in how the people – especially his old buddies - were doing, but, to be honest, he was at least as interested in the furnace, the wiring, the plumbing, the bell and all the other things that unfortunately I know almost nothing about.
Good thing his pal Gene Carpenter, who has forgotten more about these buildings than I’ll ever learn, would regularly update Al on all the technical aspects of life at Grace Church.
Al wanted to know about the mechanics of Grace Church because, as many of you know, he was the one who had designed, built and maintained much of what makes these old buildings go.
In today’s gospel lesson Jesus assures Thomas and the other disciples that he has gone to prepare a place for us – a place to live with God forever.
Al is surely alive in that place, in the presence of God, but Al Dolan also lives on in the wires and switches and circuits and control panels that are quietly and faithfully doing their work right now all around us.
In part because he had the mind of an engineer, a mind that was always eager to design and build, it was always interesting to talk with Al – and to follow his train of thought.
Over his last months when he couldn’t do much else, he had a lot of time to think. In our talks he told me how he was trying to fit together all the pieces of his long life. He looked back to his childhood. He reflected on life as a husband, father, and grandfather. I hear he was a particularly doting grandfather, making a daily stop with Caroline at the bagel shop on the way to school. In fact, they were such regulars that one day the bagels were on the house!
As he worked at putting together the pieces of his life, Al looked back on his professional life – his accomplishments during a long career at Westinghouse. He also reflected on his deep friendships with Peg Helmers, who died just a few months ago, and Ginnie Brandt, who’s here with us this morning.
One memorable afternoon Al and I went through his family photo album – filled with so many remarkable pictures. What a wonderful keepsake for your family!
As I turned the pages, there was Al’s mother, the lovely and rather bohemian-looking concert pianist married to Al’s father who seemed to always be the sober-looking businessman. There was Al and his brother, Court, as boys growing up in Queens. There was his beloved wife Betty and there were his children, Jack and Lu Ann. And finally there was his son-in-law Mike and his granddaughter, Caroline.
And, as we turned the pages of the album and talked, Al puzzled over his life – how did he get to this point, how did all the pieces of his life fit together?
Just the other night, a line in a novel I’m reading jumped out at me because I think it may capture what Al was feeling as he looked back over his life, trying to fit all the pieces together.
In the novel there are two old men who grew up together and have been lifelong friends. They loved to tell stories about their youth and to laugh about them, even though to others the stories seemed not particularly funny. Other people couldn’t see the joke. Here’s the line from the novel’s narrator that grabbed me:
“The joke seemed to be that once they were very young and now they were very old, and that they had been the same day after day and were somehow at the end of it all so utterly changed.”
Near the end Al found a great deal of peace. It was a great gift when Mike and Lou Ann moved in with him and an even greater gift that Lou Ann got to be with her dad at the end.
The last time I visited as usual I asked how he was doing. He pointed and told me that he spent a lot of time looking at and thinking about that locomotive. At first I didn’t know what he was talking about, but then I looked over my shoulder and on a shelf above the window there was a model of a steam locomotive.
He told me the story of “Number 5.” When he was about five years old Al had ear surgery. Al’s father gave him this model engine, Number 5, as a gift. He had kept this deeply meaningful gift for all of these years.
As Al looked up at the engine with its headlight shining forth, true to form, he patiently explained to me how a steam engine worked.
But then he said that now Number 5 didn’t have much of a power source, just enough to keep the little headlight going but not enough to actually move. Number 5 had only a little power and sat on just a bit of track.
After a long pause, I asked Al how it made him feel seeing Number 5 that way.
He said one word, “Peaceful.”
I don’t know that Al was ever able to put together all the many pieces of his long life but lying there in bed that day near the end of his life he felt the love he had received from his father so long ago – the same kind of powerful love that Al shared with so many over the course of his long life. And that love was just a hint of the divine love Al is experiencing in the presence of God right now.
Al Dolan lived a good and faithful life and now he has completed his journey back to God.
Al’s journey is over, but for us, the journey continues. Last night here at Grace Church the bishop dedicated and blessed our new building – a building Al took great interest in and lived to see in person. There is great symbolism in that timing.
Just as the life and work of Al Dolan helped to lay the foundation for our lives today, so too with God’s help the life and work of Al Dolan can serve as an inspiration for us to live the rest of our lives with his kind of dedication and faithfulness.
Amen.
Thursday, October 01, 2009
Henry Hudson, Stewardship and the Midlife Crisis
Grace Episcopal Church, Madison NJ
The Messenger
October 2009
Henry Hudson, Stewardship and the Midlife Crisis
Recently there have been a number of commemorations and exhibits both here and in the Netherlands marking the 400th anniversary of Henry Hudson’s arrival in what would come to be known as New York Harbor and the great river bearing Hudson’s name.
I went to the Museum of the City of New York during my “staycation” in August to see one of these exhibits, “Manahatta/Manhattan: A Natural History of New York City.” I was fascinated to see how a group of natural scientists and computer wizards have created images displaying what Hudson and his crew on the Half Moon would have seen as they sailed into the wide and deep harbor, filled with hope that they had found the gateway to Asia.
The explorers sailed through waters teeming with fish and other aquatic life. Manhattan itself was covered with a lush forest while to the west the marshes of what would some day be called Hudson County undoubtedly reminded the Dutch crewmembers of home. According to the exhibit, when Hudson arrived Manhattan was home to “627 species of plants, 85 species of fish, 32 species of reptiles and amphibians, 233 species of birds and 24 species of mammals.” Observing this abundance, I am sure that Hudson and his crew thought that this land offered unlimited, inexhaustible resources. Of course, 400 years later, we know that the rich natural resources of Manhattan and the surrounding region were all too finite. No one would confuse Hudson County and the Netherlands today!
When I was young I saw my life just how Hudson and his crew must have seen this green new world. Of course, I was conscious of death but my life seemed unlimited and inexhaustible. Maybe you had the same kind of experience. But now as I make my way through my fifth decade I am becoming acutely aware that my life and the lives of those I care about are all too finite. I wouldn’t exactly call it a midlife crisis, but I am being more careful about my priorities and especially with how I spend my time. I am trying to be a better steward of the time God has given me.
Obviously, better stewardship of time will mean different changes and adjustments for each one of us. For me, it has meant virtually eliminating television from my life. There are a handful of shows that I still watch if I am feeling worn out or could use an easy laugh, but there aren’t any programs I schedule into my life. Instead, I’ve been trying to make more time for reading. I’ve set the completely unrealistic goal of reading a book a week, including some of the classics, such as Crime and Punishment and Heart of Darkness, which somehow I missed along the way.
I’ve also been trying to do a better job of tending to my relationships. Like many of you, my wife Sue and I are busy people and it’s all too easy to lose track of one another in the frenzied pace of daily life. We’ve been trying to make time so we can share the ups and downs of life – maybe over dinner or just together on the couch after full days in the classroom and at church. Reaching out to other people in my life continues to be problematic. I admit that months easily slip by without talking to friends and relatives. How many of us have been shocked to realize just how long it has been since we have talked with a good friend or a close member of the family?
Finally, and most importantly, there is my relationship with God. I remain challenged by something Bishop Beckwith said at my ordination to the diaconate. Addressing us newly minted deacons he said, “We pay you to pray.” Since I spend so much time in church it may seem odd that this is such a challenge. But since church is also my work it is remarkably easy for my own spiritual life to fall by the wayside. It’s a challenge to be a good enough steward of my time that I leave even just a little room in my life to pray and to listen for what God might be calling – or nudging – me to be and do.
By now you know that Stewardship season is just about upon us. The Stewardship Committee has been working hard to help us all to become even better stewards of our resources. Naturally, much of the focus in coming weeks will be on our essential financial support of Grace Church and its ministries. I have some thoughts about that as well, and soon you’ll be hearing from me on stewardship of our financial treasure.
Money, of course, is not the only treasure we have been given. During this time when we are thinking carefully about stewardship let’s be sure to give some attention to how we use our time. Are there time-wasters that we could - or even should - remove from our life? Can we find the time to reach out to a friend or relative – especially if we know they could use a boost? Are we carving out some time for service to those in need? Finally, and most important, are we offering even just a few minutes a day in quiet prayer?
Although for each of us the answers to these questions will be different, as we focus on stewardship it is crucial to be mindful of how we use our precious and all too finite resource of time.
The Messenger
October 2009
Henry Hudson, Stewardship and the Midlife Crisis
Recently there have been a number of commemorations and exhibits both here and in the Netherlands marking the 400th anniversary of Henry Hudson’s arrival in what would come to be known as New York Harbor and the great river bearing Hudson’s name.
I went to the Museum of the City of New York during my “staycation” in August to see one of these exhibits, “Manahatta/Manhattan: A Natural History of New York City.” I was fascinated to see how a group of natural scientists and computer wizards have created images displaying what Hudson and his crew on the Half Moon would have seen as they sailed into the wide and deep harbor, filled with hope that they had found the gateway to Asia.
The explorers sailed through waters teeming with fish and other aquatic life. Manhattan itself was covered with a lush forest while to the west the marshes of what would some day be called Hudson County undoubtedly reminded the Dutch crewmembers of home. According to the exhibit, when Hudson arrived Manhattan was home to “627 species of plants, 85 species of fish, 32 species of reptiles and amphibians, 233 species of birds and 24 species of mammals.” Observing this abundance, I am sure that Hudson and his crew thought that this land offered unlimited, inexhaustible resources. Of course, 400 years later, we know that the rich natural resources of Manhattan and the surrounding region were all too finite. No one would confuse Hudson County and the Netherlands today!
When I was young I saw my life just how Hudson and his crew must have seen this green new world. Of course, I was conscious of death but my life seemed unlimited and inexhaustible. Maybe you had the same kind of experience. But now as I make my way through my fifth decade I am becoming acutely aware that my life and the lives of those I care about are all too finite. I wouldn’t exactly call it a midlife crisis, but I am being more careful about my priorities and especially with how I spend my time. I am trying to be a better steward of the time God has given me.
Obviously, better stewardship of time will mean different changes and adjustments for each one of us. For me, it has meant virtually eliminating television from my life. There are a handful of shows that I still watch if I am feeling worn out or could use an easy laugh, but there aren’t any programs I schedule into my life. Instead, I’ve been trying to make more time for reading. I’ve set the completely unrealistic goal of reading a book a week, including some of the classics, such as Crime and Punishment and Heart of Darkness, which somehow I missed along the way.
I’ve also been trying to do a better job of tending to my relationships. Like many of you, my wife Sue and I are busy people and it’s all too easy to lose track of one another in the frenzied pace of daily life. We’ve been trying to make time so we can share the ups and downs of life – maybe over dinner or just together on the couch after full days in the classroom and at church. Reaching out to other people in my life continues to be problematic. I admit that months easily slip by without talking to friends and relatives. How many of us have been shocked to realize just how long it has been since we have talked with a good friend or a close member of the family?
Finally, and most importantly, there is my relationship with God. I remain challenged by something Bishop Beckwith said at my ordination to the diaconate. Addressing us newly minted deacons he said, “We pay you to pray.” Since I spend so much time in church it may seem odd that this is such a challenge. But since church is also my work it is remarkably easy for my own spiritual life to fall by the wayside. It’s a challenge to be a good enough steward of my time that I leave even just a little room in my life to pray and to listen for what God might be calling – or nudging – me to be and do.
By now you know that Stewardship season is just about upon us. The Stewardship Committee has been working hard to help us all to become even better stewards of our resources. Naturally, much of the focus in coming weeks will be on our essential financial support of Grace Church and its ministries. I have some thoughts about that as well, and soon you’ll be hearing from me on stewardship of our financial treasure.
Money, of course, is not the only treasure we have been given. During this time when we are thinking carefully about stewardship let’s be sure to give some attention to how we use our time. Are there time-wasters that we could - or even should - remove from our life? Can we find the time to reach out to a friend or relative – especially if we know they could use a boost? Are we carving out some time for service to those in need? Finally, and most important, are we offering even just a few minutes a day in quiet prayer?
Although for each of us the answers to these questions will be different, as we focus on stewardship it is crucial to be mindful of how we use our precious and all too finite resource of time.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Stumbling
Grace Episcopal Church, Madison NJ
September 27, 2009
The Seventeenth Sunday after Pentecost
Year B: Proper 21
Numbers 11:4-6, 10-16, 24-29
Psalm 124
(James 5:13-20)
Mark 9:38-50
Stumbling
This year on most Sundays we’ve been hearing lessons from the Gospel of Mark. For a long time, Christians didn’t pay too much attention to Mark. Since it’s the most barebones of the four gospels and shares much material with Matthew and Luke, it was seen as sort of the poor relation of the other gospels.
In more modern times, however, the Gospel of Mark has gotten a lot more attention. Most scholars have come to the conclusion that the barebones Gospel of Mark is actually the earliest of the gospels and that Matthew and Luke used Mark as their major source of material.
Most scholars date the writing of Mark’s gospel to around the year 70 - early, but still decades after the earthly lifetime and ministry of Jesus. This means that even this earliest gospel probably drew upon earlier written material about Jesus as well as oral traditions about Jesus that had been passed down over a couple of generations.
In the kind of dense section of Mark that we read today we hear an echo of that earlier oral tradition. We have a cluster of Jesus sayings that Mark seems to have drawn from the oral, memorized tradition and inserted into the Gospel. There’s a lot for the preacher to unpack in this passage but I’d like to focus on stumbling and being a stumbling block for others.
First, this passage tells us is that from the very beginnings Christians have stumbled. One of the major themes running through the gospel is that over and over the disciples don’t really get what Jesus is trying to teach them. This theme probably reflects historical reality. I mean, let’s face it, Jesus is not the kind of messiah anyone was expecting and his teachings are always challenging. And this theme of the stumbling disciples also offers comfort to us today in our own stumbling. When we stumble we can take comfort that we’re the latest in a long line of Christian stumblers stretching all the way back to the first disciples.
So, in today’s gospel lesson we see the disciples stumble once again. The Good News is that Jesus is always ready to forgive their – and our - stumbling.
This whole section of the Gospel of Mark is about Jesus making his journey to Jerusalem where he will give his life for humanity. There is urgency to the gospel as Jesus tries to get his message through the thick heads of the disciples.
Two weeks ago we heard Peter get it half-right when he recognized Jesus as the Messiah but could not accept that Jesus was going to be the Messiah who suffered and died on the Cross. Remember Jesus strongly rebukes the stumbling Peter, “Get behind me, Satan!” Time is running out for Jesus to get his message to the disciples.
Last week, we heard the disciples stumble when they argued among themselves about who was the greatest. Jesus succinctly puts his message to the disciples, “Whoever wants to be first must be last of all and servant of all.” Time is running out for Jesus to get his message through to the disciples.
And now today we hear the disciples stumble again. This time the disciples are concerned because someone not part of their inner circle is casting out demons in the name of Jesus. This story echoes today’s Old Testament lesson from the Book of Numbers where Joshua, Moses’ assistant is upset that Eldad and Medad – not part of the inner circle – were prophesying. Moses’ takes it all in stride saying, “Are you jealous for my sake? Would that all the Lord’s people were prophets, and that the Lord would put his spirit on them!”
There’s an extra wrinkle to the story about Jesus’ disciples, though. Just a little earlier Mark tells the story of Jesus’ disciples being not able to cast out a demon. So, imagine their frustration anger and confusion. Here we are part of the inner circle and we can’t seem to heal people and along comes this person we don’t even know and he’s able to do cast a demon. Can’t you imagine them running back to Jesus, “Jesus, do something – stop this guy – we’re the inner circle – we’re the ones who should have the power!” Jesus, however, is not too concerned about soothing the insecurities of his disciples. Can you imagine the reaction of the stumbling disciples when Jesus says, “Whoever is not against us is for us.”
Hoping to have exclusive rights to the power of Jesus, the disciples stumble once again. The good news for them and for us is that Jesus is patient with stumbling. Patience and forgiveness are always available to us.
However. There is stumbling and then there is deliberately causing others to stumble. Jesus uses very graphic language to highlight the seriousness of being a stumbling block for someone else.
“It would be better for you if a great millstone were hung around your neck and you were thrown into the sea.” Here today he might say something like, it would be better if you were wearing cement shoes and were thrown into the Hackensack River.
What is Jesus talking about when he warns us not to be a stumbling block for those who believe in him?
We should do nothing deliberately to cause someone else to lose their faith in Jesus.
What comes to mind when we think of stumbling blocks – of doing something that causes people to lose faith in Jesus?
Maybe we think of some of the terrible church scandals of recent years, the horrible stories of child abuse. Much of the focus has been on the Roman Catholic Church, but no denomination has been immune to it. Of course the core of the tragedy is what happens to child who is abused. But think also of the many people who lost their faith in Christianity because of the misdeeds of some.
What comes to mind when we think of stumbling blocks – of doing something that causes people to lose faith in Jesus?
Sometimes when I’m stopped at the light at Kings Road and Green Avenue I reflect on the line of churches one after the other – the Roman Catholics, the Presbyterians, the Episcopalians and the Methodists. We are all Christians who agree on the most fundamental things but disagree on quite a lot, too. And in some cases we carry the weight of some ugly and even bloody history.
How many people have thought as they looked at all these different churches, why believe in Jesus if his followers can’t even get along?
Then there’s the Episcopal Church itself. We have always had disagreements about all sorts of things from altar candles to women’s ordination but in recent years the church has been nearly consumed by battles over biblical interpretation, human sexuality, money, property and power.
Why in the world would I be a Christian if even people in one little denomination can’t seem to get along with one another?
I think these are good examples of stumbling blocks, but they’re a little abstract aren’t they? They don’t have too much to do with us personally, do they?
But, how about us? Are we ever stumbling blocks? Do we ever do anything deliberately that might cause people to turn away or to reject Jesus?
Well, when we act just like everybody else, when our faith makes no difference in how we live our lives, then we become stumbling blocks too. Then we too can cause people to turn away from Jesus or to reject Jesus.
When we pull out of the church parking lot and cut someone off then we have become a stumbling block.
When we are overly concerned with accumulating money and things then we have become a stumbling block.
When we act in an unethical or immoral way, then we have become a stumbling block.
When we ridicule those who are different than us, then we have become a stumbling block.
When we demonize those who disagree with us, then we have become a stumbling block.
When we don’t even try to love our neighbors – let alone our enemies! – then we have become a stumbling block.
When we act just like everybody else, when our baptism makes no difference in our lives, when our faith makes no difference in how we live our lives, then we become stumbling blocks too. Then we too can cause people to turn away from Jesus or to reject Jesus.
Jesus warns us that this is serious business.
In the gospels over and over we see the disciples stumble – they didn’t always get what Jesus was trying to teach them. But ultimately, those same stumbling disciples went out and proclaimed by word and example the Good News of God in Christ.
Like the first disciples, we are all stumblers.
But, are we also stumbling blocks?
Amen.
September 27, 2009
The Seventeenth Sunday after Pentecost
Year B: Proper 21
Numbers 11:4-6, 10-16, 24-29
Psalm 124
(James 5:13-20)
Mark 9:38-50
Stumbling
This year on most Sundays we’ve been hearing lessons from the Gospel of Mark. For a long time, Christians didn’t pay too much attention to Mark. Since it’s the most barebones of the four gospels and shares much material with Matthew and Luke, it was seen as sort of the poor relation of the other gospels.
In more modern times, however, the Gospel of Mark has gotten a lot more attention. Most scholars have come to the conclusion that the barebones Gospel of Mark is actually the earliest of the gospels and that Matthew and Luke used Mark as their major source of material.
Most scholars date the writing of Mark’s gospel to around the year 70 - early, but still decades after the earthly lifetime and ministry of Jesus. This means that even this earliest gospel probably drew upon earlier written material about Jesus as well as oral traditions about Jesus that had been passed down over a couple of generations.
In the kind of dense section of Mark that we read today we hear an echo of that earlier oral tradition. We have a cluster of Jesus sayings that Mark seems to have drawn from the oral, memorized tradition and inserted into the Gospel. There’s a lot for the preacher to unpack in this passage but I’d like to focus on stumbling and being a stumbling block for others.
First, this passage tells us is that from the very beginnings Christians have stumbled. One of the major themes running through the gospel is that over and over the disciples don’t really get what Jesus is trying to teach them. This theme probably reflects historical reality. I mean, let’s face it, Jesus is not the kind of messiah anyone was expecting and his teachings are always challenging. And this theme of the stumbling disciples also offers comfort to us today in our own stumbling. When we stumble we can take comfort that we’re the latest in a long line of Christian stumblers stretching all the way back to the first disciples.
So, in today’s gospel lesson we see the disciples stumble once again. The Good News is that Jesus is always ready to forgive their – and our - stumbling.
This whole section of the Gospel of Mark is about Jesus making his journey to Jerusalem where he will give his life for humanity. There is urgency to the gospel as Jesus tries to get his message through the thick heads of the disciples.
Two weeks ago we heard Peter get it half-right when he recognized Jesus as the Messiah but could not accept that Jesus was going to be the Messiah who suffered and died on the Cross. Remember Jesus strongly rebukes the stumbling Peter, “Get behind me, Satan!” Time is running out for Jesus to get his message to the disciples.
Last week, we heard the disciples stumble when they argued among themselves about who was the greatest. Jesus succinctly puts his message to the disciples, “Whoever wants to be first must be last of all and servant of all.” Time is running out for Jesus to get his message through to the disciples.
And now today we hear the disciples stumble again. This time the disciples are concerned because someone not part of their inner circle is casting out demons in the name of Jesus. This story echoes today’s Old Testament lesson from the Book of Numbers where Joshua, Moses’ assistant is upset that Eldad and Medad – not part of the inner circle – were prophesying. Moses’ takes it all in stride saying, “Are you jealous for my sake? Would that all the Lord’s people were prophets, and that the Lord would put his spirit on them!”
There’s an extra wrinkle to the story about Jesus’ disciples, though. Just a little earlier Mark tells the story of Jesus’ disciples being not able to cast out a demon. So, imagine their frustration anger and confusion. Here we are part of the inner circle and we can’t seem to heal people and along comes this person we don’t even know and he’s able to do cast a demon. Can’t you imagine them running back to Jesus, “Jesus, do something – stop this guy – we’re the inner circle – we’re the ones who should have the power!” Jesus, however, is not too concerned about soothing the insecurities of his disciples. Can you imagine the reaction of the stumbling disciples when Jesus says, “Whoever is not against us is for us.”
Hoping to have exclusive rights to the power of Jesus, the disciples stumble once again. The good news for them and for us is that Jesus is patient with stumbling. Patience and forgiveness are always available to us.
However. There is stumbling and then there is deliberately causing others to stumble. Jesus uses very graphic language to highlight the seriousness of being a stumbling block for someone else.
“It would be better for you if a great millstone were hung around your neck and you were thrown into the sea.” Here today he might say something like, it would be better if you were wearing cement shoes and were thrown into the Hackensack River.
What is Jesus talking about when he warns us not to be a stumbling block for those who believe in him?
We should do nothing deliberately to cause someone else to lose their faith in Jesus.
What comes to mind when we think of stumbling blocks – of doing something that causes people to lose faith in Jesus?
Maybe we think of some of the terrible church scandals of recent years, the horrible stories of child abuse. Much of the focus has been on the Roman Catholic Church, but no denomination has been immune to it. Of course the core of the tragedy is what happens to child who is abused. But think also of the many people who lost their faith in Christianity because of the misdeeds of some.
What comes to mind when we think of stumbling blocks – of doing something that causes people to lose faith in Jesus?
Sometimes when I’m stopped at the light at Kings Road and Green Avenue I reflect on the line of churches one after the other – the Roman Catholics, the Presbyterians, the Episcopalians and the Methodists. We are all Christians who agree on the most fundamental things but disagree on quite a lot, too. And in some cases we carry the weight of some ugly and even bloody history.
How many people have thought as they looked at all these different churches, why believe in Jesus if his followers can’t even get along?
Then there’s the Episcopal Church itself. We have always had disagreements about all sorts of things from altar candles to women’s ordination but in recent years the church has been nearly consumed by battles over biblical interpretation, human sexuality, money, property and power.
Why in the world would I be a Christian if even people in one little denomination can’t seem to get along with one another?
I think these are good examples of stumbling blocks, but they’re a little abstract aren’t they? They don’t have too much to do with us personally, do they?
But, how about us? Are we ever stumbling blocks? Do we ever do anything deliberately that might cause people to turn away or to reject Jesus?
Well, when we act just like everybody else, when our faith makes no difference in how we live our lives, then we become stumbling blocks too. Then we too can cause people to turn away from Jesus or to reject Jesus.
When we pull out of the church parking lot and cut someone off then we have become a stumbling block.
When we are overly concerned with accumulating money and things then we have become a stumbling block.
When we act in an unethical or immoral way, then we have become a stumbling block.
When we ridicule those who are different than us, then we have become a stumbling block.
When we demonize those who disagree with us, then we have become a stumbling block.
When we don’t even try to love our neighbors – let alone our enemies! – then we have become a stumbling block.
When we act just like everybody else, when our baptism makes no difference in our lives, when our faith makes no difference in how we live our lives, then we become stumbling blocks too. Then we too can cause people to turn away from Jesus or to reject Jesus.
Jesus warns us that this is serious business.
In the gospels over and over we see the disciples stumble – they didn’t always get what Jesus was trying to teach them. But ultimately, those same stumbling disciples went out and proclaimed by word and example the Good News of God in Christ.
Like the first disciples, we are all stumblers.
But, are we also stumbling blocks?
Amen.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Funeral Sermon for Keith Davies
Grace Episcopal Church, Madison NJ
September 25, 2009
Funeral Sermon for David Ian Keith Davies
Isaiah 25:6-9
Psalm 23
1 John 3:1-2
John 14:1-6a
Believe and Belove
In the passage I just read from the Gospel of John, Jesus is at the Last Supper with his friends and he’s just told them the shocking and devastating news that he will be with them just a short while longer.
As you might expect, the disciples are upset at this news. Jesus is going to die? How is this possible? This wasn’t what we expected. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to happen. How can we go on without our beloved teacher and friend and Lord? How can we go on without Jesus?
In the Gospel, Jesus tries to console his friends by saying, “Do not let your hearts be troubled. Believe in God, believe also in me.”
Frankly, in the Gospel those consoling words of Jesus don’t work at first. The disciples are going to be devastated by what happens to Jesus and they will deeply mourn his death.
At first those consoling words of Jesus didn’t work with the disciples and maybe they didn’t work with us here today either.
There’s a lot of sadness and shock here today and I suspect that believing in God and believing in Jesus might be difficult for many of us.
I never met Keith but hearing Bruce and Wendy talk about him – hearing about his love of life, his sense of fun, his quest for adventure – hearing about all of that has made me wish I had known him in life.
I wish I had known Keith the champion wrestler who also loved English Literature. I wish I had known Keith who surely loved sailing and the Shore but who loved nothing more than spending time with his daughters. Bruce mentioned to me several times how Keith loved singing songs to his daughters as they drifted off to sleep.
I didn’t know Keith, but of course, so many of you here this morning knew him very well. There is much shock – and maybe anger - at his sudden, untimely and unexpected death. There is much sadness and grief that we will not see Keith again in this life.
Sometimes people think it’s wrong to cry or be angry at a church funeral. Sometimes people think that because we as Christians believe that death is not the end, that somehow it’s wrong to feel sad or angry that someone we love has died.
That’s nonsense. What’s happening here this morning is part of the mourning you have been doing all this week. Bruce told me that he has spent so much time on the phone talking with people who cared about Keith – people who care about this family and who want to offer some comfort or just to let them know that they are hurting too. And what a tribute to Keith and his family that so many people have come here this morning.
So one of the reasons we gather here in church is to grieve this very real loss – to mourn the loss of this special and complex person you loved so much. So, just in case you weren’t sure, it is perfectly appropriate to feel sad and even angry at a church funeral.
But, this morning we’re not just about grief .
We are also here to give thanks. We are here to give thanks for Keith’s life. And we are here to give thanks to the loving God who gave the gift of life to Keith and has given all of us the gift of life.
It is God who imagined Keith into existence. It is God who was with Keith every breath, every minute of his life. It is God who knew Keith better than Keith knew himself.
Because it is so hard to face the death of someone we love, Jesus tells his friends – tells us - “Do not let your hearts be troubled. Believe in God, believe also in me.”
Especially at moments like this many of us struggle with belief. Maybe it would be less of a struggle if we better understood what it means to believe in God.
In my experience most people think that to believe is to kind of mentally agree to set of propositions or claims – sort of a mental checklist. “Yep, I believe this, I believe that and I believe this other thing.”
In a few moments we’ll say together the Apostle’s Creed – and that sure does sound like a checklist of propositions and claims.
It turns out that’s actually a very modern understanding of the word “believe.” As a student of English Literature maybe Keith knew that the original meaning of “to believe” was “to love.” In fact, the English words “believe” and “belove” are related. As one scholar has written, “What we believe is what we belove.”
Believing is beloving.
And so in the Gospel, Jesus is not asking his sad and shocked friends to complete a mental checklist. Jesus is asking for love. Jesus is asking his friends, asking us, to turn to him, turn to God, in love.
Keith Davies lived a life of love and in his life you had a glimpse of the source of love, the God who is love itself.
In Keith’s life of love you had a glimpse of the God who loves us so much that in Jesus he came and lived and died among us. In Keith’s life of love you had a glimpse of the God who loves us so much that death itself was defeated on Easter morning.
Today we mourn the loss of Keith but we also give thanks that Keith is now safely in the presence of the God of love.
And that same God of love is ready to console us and strengthen us, if only we open our hearts, believe and belove.
Amen.
September 25, 2009
Funeral Sermon for David Ian Keith Davies
Isaiah 25:6-9
Psalm 23
1 John 3:1-2
John 14:1-6a
Believe and Belove
In the passage I just read from the Gospel of John, Jesus is at the Last Supper with his friends and he’s just told them the shocking and devastating news that he will be with them just a short while longer.
As you might expect, the disciples are upset at this news. Jesus is going to die? How is this possible? This wasn’t what we expected. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to happen. How can we go on without our beloved teacher and friend and Lord? How can we go on without Jesus?
In the Gospel, Jesus tries to console his friends by saying, “Do not let your hearts be troubled. Believe in God, believe also in me.”
Frankly, in the Gospel those consoling words of Jesus don’t work at first. The disciples are going to be devastated by what happens to Jesus and they will deeply mourn his death.
At first those consoling words of Jesus didn’t work with the disciples and maybe they didn’t work with us here today either.
There’s a lot of sadness and shock here today and I suspect that believing in God and believing in Jesus might be difficult for many of us.
I never met Keith but hearing Bruce and Wendy talk about him – hearing about his love of life, his sense of fun, his quest for adventure – hearing about all of that has made me wish I had known him in life.
I wish I had known Keith the champion wrestler who also loved English Literature. I wish I had known Keith who surely loved sailing and the Shore but who loved nothing more than spending time with his daughters. Bruce mentioned to me several times how Keith loved singing songs to his daughters as they drifted off to sleep.
I didn’t know Keith, but of course, so many of you here this morning knew him very well. There is much shock – and maybe anger - at his sudden, untimely and unexpected death. There is much sadness and grief that we will not see Keith again in this life.
Sometimes people think it’s wrong to cry or be angry at a church funeral. Sometimes people think that because we as Christians believe that death is not the end, that somehow it’s wrong to feel sad or angry that someone we love has died.
That’s nonsense. What’s happening here this morning is part of the mourning you have been doing all this week. Bruce told me that he has spent so much time on the phone talking with people who cared about Keith – people who care about this family and who want to offer some comfort or just to let them know that they are hurting too. And what a tribute to Keith and his family that so many people have come here this morning.
So one of the reasons we gather here in church is to grieve this very real loss – to mourn the loss of this special and complex person you loved so much. So, just in case you weren’t sure, it is perfectly appropriate to feel sad and even angry at a church funeral.
But, this morning we’re not just about grief .
We are also here to give thanks. We are here to give thanks for Keith’s life. And we are here to give thanks to the loving God who gave the gift of life to Keith and has given all of us the gift of life.
It is God who imagined Keith into existence. It is God who was with Keith every breath, every minute of his life. It is God who knew Keith better than Keith knew himself.
Because it is so hard to face the death of someone we love, Jesus tells his friends – tells us - “Do not let your hearts be troubled. Believe in God, believe also in me.”
Especially at moments like this many of us struggle with belief. Maybe it would be less of a struggle if we better understood what it means to believe in God.
In my experience most people think that to believe is to kind of mentally agree to set of propositions or claims – sort of a mental checklist. “Yep, I believe this, I believe that and I believe this other thing.”
In a few moments we’ll say together the Apostle’s Creed – and that sure does sound like a checklist of propositions and claims.
It turns out that’s actually a very modern understanding of the word “believe.” As a student of English Literature maybe Keith knew that the original meaning of “to believe” was “to love.” In fact, the English words “believe” and “belove” are related. As one scholar has written, “What we believe is what we belove.”
Believing is beloving.
And so in the Gospel, Jesus is not asking his sad and shocked friends to complete a mental checklist. Jesus is asking for love. Jesus is asking his friends, asking us, to turn to him, turn to God, in love.
Keith Davies lived a life of love and in his life you had a glimpse of the source of love, the God who is love itself.
In Keith’s life of love you had a glimpse of the God who loves us so much that in Jesus he came and lived and died among us. In Keith’s life of love you had a glimpse of the God who loves us so much that death itself was defeated on Easter morning.
Today we mourn the loss of Keith but we also give thanks that Keith is now safely in the presence of the God of love.
And that same God of love is ready to console us and strengthen us, if only we open our hearts, believe and belove.
Amen.
Sunday, September 06, 2009
The Messianic Secret
Grace Episcopal Church, Madison NJ
September 6, 2009
The Fourteenth Sunday after Pentecost
Year B: Proper 18
(Isaiah 35:4-7a)
Psalm 146
James 2:1-17
Mark 7:24-37
The Messianic Secret
Today’s gospel lesson raises a couple of difficult questions. One question is why in the world is Jesus so harsh with this woman who is desperately trying to help her daughter.
The second question might not be so obvious. What’s with all the secrecy? Mark tells us that Jesus “entered a house and did not want anyone to know he was there.” And later, after he heals the man who was deaf and mute, Jesus tells the disciples not to tell anyone what they’ve seen.
Why is Jesus so harsh with this woman and why is Jesus being so secretive? I believe the answers to both questions are related.
Despite Jesus’ attempts at secrecy, the word about him and his power gets out. Even the Gentiles hear about Jesus, including a certain Syrophoenician woman.
She’s one of the most remarkable women in the New Testament.
Mark describes her simply as a “Gentile, of Syrophoenician origin.” He tells us her daughter is possessed by a demon. And since this woman has heard about the healing power of Jesus, she boldly approaches him and asks him to cast the demon out of her daughter.
We know just about nothing about her and yet we know her, don’t we? She’s a mother fiercely trying to save her child – willing to try just about anything to make her daughter healthy and whole again. We know her.
She’s a mother who has every reason to think this Jewish teacher and healer is going to reject her request. After all, he’s a Jewish man and she’s a Gentile woman. He should have nothing to do with her, let alone heal her daughter.
Yet, she still comes forward and asks for help. And after he rejects her request, she’s incredibly bold and persistent and, yes, faithful. She’s been insulted, referred to as a dog, and yet she comes back at him. This gentile woman comes back at this Jewish rabbi and her boldness and persistence and yes her faithfulness is rewarded. Her daughter is healed.
We know almost nothing about the woman, yet we know her. There’s nothing unusual about a mother fighting for the life of her child.
On the other hand, we know a lot about Jesus, yet it’s hard to recognize the Jesus we know in the way he treats this woman.
Over and over in the gospels we see Jesus breaking through all kinds of boundaries, spending time with, talking with, even eating with people he’s really not supposed be with. He drives the religious people crazy with his behavior. And Jesus’ boundary-breaking even confuses the disciples, the people who were closest to him.
But in today’s gospel Jesus is downright un-Jesus-like in his treatment of this woman. She comes to him begging for help and he replies with a common Jewish slur against Gentiles, “Let the children be fed first, for it is not fair to take the children’s food and throw it to the dogs.”
Ouch. What in the world is going on here?
In this odd exchange with the Syrophoenician woman we get a rare glimpse of Jesus growing. We catch Jesus in a moment when he understands even more just how big his mission is. We see Jesus’ growing realization that, yes, he is the Jewish messiah, but more than that, he is the messiah for the whole world.
When the woman replies to his insult, “Sir, even the dogs under the table eat the children’s crumbs,” we can imagine Jesus having an “aha” or “you got me” moment.
So in this encounter with the Syrophoenician woman we see an important moment in Jesus’ life – a moment when he deepens his understanding of who he is and what he’s come into the world to do.
And to show Jesus’ growth Mark deliberately places the healing of the man who is deaf and mute right after the story of the Syrophoenician woman. Jesus heals the Gentile daughter at a distance, but in the case of the Gentile man, Jesus is more like the Jesus we know. Jesus breaks through some real boundaries, placing his fingers into his Gentile ears and spitting and touching his tongue.
And Jesus’ growing realization of who he is and what he has come into the world to do has something to do with his secrecy.
This secrecy is one of the big themes in the Gospel of Mark and people have puzzled over it for a very long time. On the surface it does seem odd that Jesus would keep telling his disciples not to tell people about his powerful works.
But maybe this secrecy reflects a certain ambivalence or caution or even fear on the part of Jesus. As he increasingly recognized his own power and mission he also recognized his destiny. And in the second half of the Gospel of Mark Jesus repeatedly predicts his own suffering and death.
Until Jesus is ready to really give himself to his mission, until he’s ready to break through human boundaries, until he’s ready to give it all away, to sacrifice his life, wouldn’t it make sense to just…keep things quiet?
Once the word is out there won’t be any turning back for Jesus. And this is something we can relate to isn’t it? How many of us when we’re considering a life-altering change prefer to keep it quiet until we are really ready and sure? Once everyone knows it’s pretty hard to change course.
In my own case, I didn’t tell anyone that I was going to ask Sue to marry me. I figured if she said no, my humiliation could be private. And later I only told a few close friends and family that I was going to pursue ordination. This way, if the Church didn’t think I was called I’d be spared having to explain things to everyone at work.
Maybe thinking about Jesus being challenged to learn and grow makes us uneasy. Maybe thinking about Jesus hesitating to take on his mission makes us uncomfortable. Maybe we prefer to think of Jesus as always having known who he was, what he was called to do. Maybe we prefer to think of Jesus as fearless, completely confident.
But I find Jesus’ encounter with the Syrophoenician woman to be comforting. The truth is as Christians we are called to break through the boundaries that divide us from others. And we all know this is hard to do. I find it comforting that even Jesus was tempted to stick with his own people, to stick with what was familiar. Even Jesus was tempted to disregard the needs of people who were different, people who were the “dogs” of the world.
And I find it comforting that the early Church – those who were closest to the life of Jesus - struggled with the challenge of crossing boundaries and respecting the dignity of every human being.
In our lesson from the Epistle of James, the author writes to the early Church and accuses them of acts of favoritism – of treating the rich and the presentable with hospitality and the poor and disheveled – the “dogs” - with disdain.
In thinking about how hard it is to cross the boundaries that divide us, I was reminded of one experience I had on the mission trip to Camden.
I spent one day at a drop-in center for homeless people called “New Visions.” It’s housed in a former Lutheran church downtown and provides meals, laundry, a mail drop and a whole host of other services. Our job as volunteers was to provide what’s called the “ministry of presence” – to just be with the people in the large common room, which I guess was once the parish hall.
There were some very real boundaries in that room – boundaries that divided us and that were not easy to cross.
I saw one group of guys sitting at a table playing a game of checkers. When I went over to them all but one moved away. The one who remained seemed pretty together – clean, fairly well dressed, apparently educated, and so on. I felt pretty comfortable with him. He started telling me how he was the best checkers player around and asked if I wanted to play.
I was glad to have something to do. Sure enough he quickly started snapping up my pieces and began lecturing me on how I didn’t understand strategy and didn’t know anything about checkers.
After he got his first king he made a move I had never seen before – swooping down the line and taking all my pieces that were along the way. I asked him what he was doing and, looking slightly offended, he told me that we were playing “flying kings” and that’s how it was done.
Once I realized how the game was played, I started to rally and began taking some of his pieces and got some “flying kings” of my own. The lectures about strategy and my ignorance came to an end.
It was around this time that another client of the center sat with us. He looked to be in pretty bad shape – disheveled and his ravaged face reflected a hard life and, I suspected, a lot of substance abuse. He asked if he could play winners. My opponent and I, locked in an epic checkers battle, ignored him although I was aware of his near-constant mumbling and twitching.
Finally the checker board was nearly clear – I had a king and one other piece and my opponent had a king. We moved our pieces around for a while but it was clear we were stalemated. My opponent gave up in disgust – and told me that I was smarter than he thought I was.
I was feeling pretty good – I had just about beaten the best checker player in the place! So when the disheveled, mumbling, twitchy other guy asked if I wanted to play, I said sure.
I looked with pity at his worn and weary face and click, click, click, in what seemed like nine or ten moves, and almost without me noticing, he had beaten me.
He asked if I wanted to play again. My competitive juices were starting to flow. I said yes. Again, click, click, click, he had beaten me.
The next time I began by mirroring each of his moves. Of course, he immediately knew what I was up to and looked at me with a hint of amusement and, click, click, click. Same result.
Realizing I was going to lose anyway, I began to engage him in conversation as we played. As I learned something about his story, and told him something of my story, the boundaries between us began to break down.
Today’s lessons remind us of Jesus’ mission and the church’s mission to break through the boundaries that separate us. It wasn’t always easy for Jesus and it’s certainly not easy for us. But with God’s help we can break through the boundaries that divide humanity and recognize everyone – especially those the world considers “the dogs” – as beloved creations of God.
Amen.
September 6, 2009
The Fourteenth Sunday after Pentecost
Year B: Proper 18
(Isaiah 35:4-7a)
Psalm 146
James 2:1-17
Mark 7:24-37
The Messianic Secret
Today’s gospel lesson raises a couple of difficult questions. One question is why in the world is Jesus so harsh with this woman who is desperately trying to help her daughter.
The second question might not be so obvious. What’s with all the secrecy? Mark tells us that Jesus “entered a house and did not want anyone to know he was there.” And later, after he heals the man who was deaf and mute, Jesus tells the disciples not to tell anyone what they’ve seen.
Why is Jesus so harsh with this woman and why is Jesus being so secretive? I believe the answers to both questions are related.
Despite Jesus’ attempts at secrecy, the word about him and his power gets out. Even the Gentiles hear about Jesus, including a certain Syrophoenician woman.
She’s one of the most remarkable women in the New Testament.
Mark describes her simply as a “Gentile, of Syrophoenician origin.” He tells us her daughter is possessed by a demon. And since this woman has heard about the healing power of Jesus, she boldly approaches him and asks him to cast the demon out of her daughter.
We know just about nothing about her and yet we know her, don’t we? She’s a mother fiercely trying to save her child – willing to try just about anything to make her daughter healthy and whole again. We know her.
She’s a mother who has every reason to think this Jewish teacher and healer is going to reject her request. After all, he’s a Jewish man and she’s a Gentile woman. He should have nothing to do with her, let alone heal her daughter.
Yet, she still comes forward and asks for help. And after he rejects her request, she’s incredibly bold and persistent and, yes, faithful. She’s been insulted, referred to as a dog, and yet she comes back at him. This gentile woman comes back at this Jewish rabbi and her boldness and persistence and yes her faithfulness is rewarded. Her daughter is healed.
We know almost nothing about the woman, yet we know her. There’s nothing unusual about a mother fighting for the life of her child.
On the other hand, we know a lot about Jesus, yet it’s hard to recognize the Jesus we know in the way he treats this woman.
Over and over in the gospels we see Jesus breaking through all kinds of boundaries, spending time with, talking with, even eating with people he’s really not supposed be with. He drives the religious people crazy with his behavior. And Jesus’ boundary-breaking even confuses the disciples, the people who were closest to him.
But in today’s gospel Jesus is downright un-Jesus-like in his treatment of this woman. She comes to him begging for help and he replies with a common Jewish slur against Gentiles, “Let the children be fed first, for it is not fair to take the children’s food and throw it to the dogs.”
Ouch. What in the world is going on here?
In this odd exchange with the Syrophoenician woman we get a rare glimpse of Jesus growing. We catch Jesus in a moment when he understands even more just how big his mission is. We see Jesus’ growing realization that, yes, he is the Jewish messiah, but more than that, he is the messiah for the whole world.
When the woman replies to his insult, “Sir, even the dogs under the table eat the children’s crumbs,” we can imagine Jesus having an “aha” or “you got me” moment.
So in this encounter with the Syrophoenician woman we see an important moment in Jesus’ life – a moment when he deepens his understanding of who he is and what he’s come into the world to do.
And to show Jesus’ growth Mark deliberately places the healing of the man who is deaf and mute right after the story of the Syrophoenician woman. Jesus heals the Gentile daughter at a distance, but in the case of the Gentile man, Jesus is more like the Jesus we know. Jesus breaks through some real boundaries, placing his fingers into his Gentile ears and spitting and touching his tongue.
And Jesus’ growing realization of who he is and what he has come into the world to do has something to do with his secrecy.
This secrecy is one of the big themes in the Gospel of Mark and people have puzzled over it for a very long time. On the surface it does seem odd that Jesus would keep telling his disciples not to tell people about his powerful works.
But maybe this secrecy reflects a certain ambivalence or caution or even fear on the part of Jesus. As he increasingly recognized his own power and mission he also recognized his destiny. And in the second half of the Gospel of Mark Jesus repeatedly predicts his own suffering and death.
Until Jesus is ready to really give himself to his mission, until he’s ready to break through human boundaries, until he’s ready to give it all away, to sacrifice his life, wouldn’t it make sense to just…keep things quiet?
Once the word is out there won’t be any turning back for Jesus. And this is something we can relate to isn’t it? How many of us when we’re considering a life-altering change prefer to keep it quiet until we are really ready and sure? Once everyone knows it’s pretty hard to change course.
In my own case, I didn’t tell anyone that I was going to ask Sue to marry me. I figured if she said no, my humiliation could be private. And later I only told a few close friends and family that I was going to pursue ordination. This way, if the Church didn’t think I was called I’d be spared having to explain things to everyone at work.
Maybe thinking about Jesus being challenged to learn and grow makes us uneasy. Maybe thinking about Jesus hesitating to take on his mission makes us uncomfortable. Maybe we prefer to think of Jesus as always having known who he was, what he was called to do. Maybe we prefer to think of Jesus as fearless, completely confident.
But I find Jesus’ encounter with the Syrophoenician woman to be comforting. The truth is as Christians we are called to break through the boundaries that divide us from others. And we all know this is hard to do. I find it comforting that even Jesus was tempted to stick with his own people, to stick with what was familiar. Even Jesus was tempted to disregard the needs of people who were different, people who were the “dogs” of the world.
And I find it comforting that the early Church – those who were closest to the life of Jesus - struggled with the challenge of crossing boundaries and respecting the dignity of every human being.
In our lesson from the Epistle of James, the author writes to the early Church and accuses them of acts of favoritism – of treating the rich and the presentable with hospitality and the poor and disheveled – the “dogs” - with disdain.
In thinking about how hard it is to cross the boundaries that divide us, I was reminded of one experience I had on the mission trip to Camden.
I spent one day at a drop-in center for homeless people called “New Visions.” It’s housed in a former Lutheran church downtown and provides meals, laundry, a mail drop and a whole host of other services. Our job as volunteers was to provide what’s called the “ministry of presence” – to just be with the people in the large common room, which I guess was once the parish hall.
There were some very real boundaries in that room – boundaries that divided us and that were not easy to cross.
I saw one group of guys sitting at a table playing a game of checkers. When I went over to them all but one moved away. The one who remained seemed pretty together – clean, fairly well dressed, apparently educated, and so on. I felt pretty comfortable with him. He started telling me how he was the best checkers player around and asked if I wanted to play.
I was glad to have something to do. Sure enough he quickly started snapping up my pieces and began lecturing me on how I didn’t understand strategy and didn’t know anything about checkers.
After he got his first king he made a move I had never seen before – swooping down the line and taking all my pieces that were along the way. I asked him what he was doing and, looking slightly offended, he told me that we were playing “flying kings” and that’s how it was done.
Once I realized how the game was played, I started to rally and began taking some of his pieces and got some “flying kings” of my own. The lectures about strategy and my ignorance came to an end.
It was around this time that another client of the center sat with us. He looked to be in pretty bad shape – disheveled and his ravaged face reflected a hard life and, I suspected, a lot of substance abuse. He asked if he could play winners. My opponent and I, locked in an epic checkers battle, ignored him although I was aware of his near-constant mumbling and twitching.
Finally the checker board was nearly clear – I had a king and one other piece and my opponent had a king. We moved our pieces around for a while but it was clear we were stalemated. My opponent gave up in disgust – and told me that I was smarter than he thought I was.
I was feeling pretty good – I had just about beaten the best checker player in the place! So when the disheveled, mumbling, twitchy other guy asked if I wanted to play, I said sure.
I looked with pity at his worn and weary face and click, click, click, in what seemed like nine or ten moves, and almost without me noticing, he had beaten me.
He asked if I wanted to play again. My competitive juices were starting to flow. I said yes. Again, click, click, click, he had beaten me.
The next time I began by mirroring each of his moves. Of course, he immediately knew what I was up to and looked at me with a hint of amusement and, click, click, click. Same result.
Realizing I was going to lose anyway, I began to engage him in conversation as we played. As I learned something about his story, and told him something of my story, the boundaries between us began to break down.
Today’s lessons remind us of Jesus’ mission and the church’s mission to break through the boundaries that separate us. It wasn’t always easy for Jesus and it’s certainly not easy for us. But with God’s help we can break through the boundaries that divide humanity and recognize everyone – especially those the world considers “the dogs” – as beloved creations of God.
Amen.
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
Mission Trip Reflections: Naming the Poor
Grace Episcopal Church, Madison NJ
The Messenger
September 2009
Mission Trip Reflections: Naming the Poor
On a Monday morning a few weeks ago I felt a mix of emotions as we prepared to leave for our mission trip to Camden. I was excited that this long-planned trip was now about to begin. I was nervous about the safety of all of us who would be spending the better part of a week in one of America’s poorest and most dangerous cities. I was also profoundly grateful for the generosity, openness and courage of the young people and adults who had volunteered to travel down the New Jersey Turnpike into what was for most of us uncharted and intimidating territory.
In Camden we stayed at the Romero Center, which is housed in a former Roman Catholic convent in the center of the city. The accommodations were simple but comfortable. I was pleasantly surprised by the very effective central air conditioning. We began by learning about the center’s namesake, Archbishop Oscar Romero of El Salvador. For much of his life Romero was very much a moderate, preferring to stay out of the political, social and economic controversies of his country. After he was chosen as archbishop (mostly because he was viewed by those in power as easily controlled) he became increasingly outspoken against the violence and injustice in his country. Romero paid the ultimate price for his commitment to the Gospel when he was assassinated in 1980 while celebrating the Eucharist.
There were several central themes to our time in Camden. One was the simple act of providing service to people very much in need. In my case I worked at an industrial kitchen in Philadelphia called “Manna” which provides healthy and tasty meals to people with AIDS, cancer and other serious illnesses. I spent another day volunteering at an adult day care center for people with physical and mental disabilities. Another day I walked the streets of Camden telling people about “Hopeworks ‘N Camden” – an organization providing computer training and employment for young people in the city. On my last day in the city I was at “New Visions,” a drop-in center for homeless people. Other members of our group helped build a playground, painted classrooms in a parochial school, worked at a huge food bank called “Philabundance” and offered the ministry of presence to people with HIV and AIDS.
Along with offering service we were challenged to get to know the people we were serving. We were inspired by these words were painted in large letters on the wall in our common meeting room: “So you say you love the poor…name them.” We were encouraged to learn people’s names and then tell others about the people we had met and the stories they had shared. On the bulletin board outside Nieman Hall you can see the names of some of those we met in Camden and Philadelphia.
The last central theme was learning about the social and economic injustices which have contributed to the poverty of Camden and about those who are fighting for social and economic justice. We learned that food stamps provide on average 87 cents per meal per person. In order to understand what that means one day we were divided into “families” of four, walked a few blocks to a local supermarket, and were each allowed to spend no more than three dollars per person. The next day we could only eat the food we had purchased. As I mentioned in a recent sermon it was a day of cheap and unsatisfying bread for many of us! We also toured Camden, driving down many streets disfigured by abandoned houses and businesses. We saw – and more importantly, smelled – the large sewage treatment plant casting a malodorous blanket over an entire neighborhood and cutting off part of the city from the waterfront.
Obviously, it would be easy to despair in the face of so much poverty and misfortune. Yet, while recognizing the enormous challenges that exist in Camden, I was energized and inspired by the experience. Wherever we worked we found so many compassionate and joyful people committed to living out the gospel challenges to love our neighbor and to offer food, drink and shelter to the poorest and most vulnerable. I was also deeply moved by our youth and adults. In many ways it was a very challenging week but each morning the members of our group went off into the unknown with enthusiasm and energy. At the end of each day they offered thoughtful reflections about their experiences. Our youth and adults were willing to not just serve the poor but name them.
Special thanks to the adults who served as chaperones and also fully participated in the experience: Geoff Brooks, Mike Cullen, Bill Geyer and Lisa Lawson. Many thanks also to the parents and spouses who sacrificed to make the mission trip possible. Thanks also to Julie Geyer and Linda Faletto for their help with fundraising. Finally, thanks to the parish for your prayers and encouragement.
The Messenger
September 2009
Mission Trip Reflections: Naming the Poor
On a Monday morning a few weeks ago I felt a mix of emotions as we prepared to leave for our mission trip to Camden. I was excited that this long-planned trip was now about to begin. I was nervous about the safety of all of us who would be spending the better part of a week in one of America’s poorest and most dangerous cities. I was also profoundly grateful for the generosity, openness and courage of the young people and adults who had volunteered to travel down the New Jersey Turnpike into what was for most of us uncharted and intimidating territory.
In Camden we stayed at the Romero Center, which is housed in a former Roman Catholic convent in the center of the city. The accommodations were simple but comfortable. I was pleasantly surprised by the very effective central air conditioning. We began by learning about the center’s namesake, Archbishop Oscar Romero of El Salvador. For much of his life Romero was very much a moderate, preferring to stay out of the political, social and economic controversies of his country. After he was chosen as archbishop (mostly because he was viewed by those in power as easily controlled) he became increasingly outspoken against the violence and injustice in his country. Romero paid the ultimate price for his commitment to the Gospel when he was assassinated in 1980 while celebrating the Eucharist.
There were several central themes to our time in Camden. One was the simple act of providing service to people very much in need. In my case I worked at an industrial kitchen in Philadelphia called “Manna” which provides healthy and tasty meals to people with AIDS, cancer and other serious illnesses. I spent another day volunteering at an adult day care center for people with physical and mental disabilities. Another day I walked the streets of Camden telling people about “Hopeworks ‘N Camden” – an organization providing computer training and employment for young people in the city. On my last day in the city I was at “New Visions,” a drop-in center for homeless people. Other members of our group helped build a playground, painted classrooms in a parochial school, worked at a huge food bank called “Philabundance” and offered the ministry of presence to people with HIV and AIDS.
Along with offering service we were challenged to get to know the people we were serving. We were inspired by these words were painted in large letters on the wall in our common meeting room: “So you say you love the poor…name them.” We were encouraged to learn people’s names and then tell others about the people we had met and the stories they had shared. On the bulletin board outside Nieman Hall you can see the names of some of those we met in Camden and Philadelphia.
The last central theme was learning about the social and economic injustices which have contributed to the poverty of Camden and about those who are fighting for social and economic justice. We learned that food stamps provide on average 87 cents per meal per person. In order to understand what that means one day we were divided into “families” of four, walked a few blocks to a local supermarket, and were each allowed to spend no more than three dollars per person. The next day we could only eat the food we had purchased. As I mentioned in a recent sermon it was a day of cheap and unsatisfying bread for many of us! We also toured Camden, driving down many streets disfigured by abandoned houses and businesses. We saw – and more importantly, smelled – the large sewage treatment plant casting a malodorous blanket over an entire neighborhood and cutting off part of the city from the waterfront.
Obviously, it would be easy to despair in the face of so much poverty and misfortune. Yet, while recognizing the enormous challenges that exist in Camden, I was energized and inspired by the experience. Wherever we worked we found so many compassionate and joyful people committed to living out the gospel challenges to love our neighbor and to offer food, drink and shelter to the poorest and most vulnerable. I was also deeply moved by our youth and adults. In many ways it was a very challenging week but each morning the members of our group went off into the unknown with enthusiasm and energy. At the end of each day they offered thoughtful reflections about their experiences. Our youth and adults were willing to not just serve the poor but name them.
Special thanks to the adults who served as chaperones and also fully participated in the experience: Geoff Brooks, Mike Cullen, Bill Geyer and Lisa Lawson. Many thanks also to the parents and spouses who sacrificed to make the mission trip possible. Thanks also to Julie Geyer and Linda Faletto for their help with fundraising. Finally, thanks to the parish for your prayers and encouragement.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
The Grandeur of God
Grace Episcopal Church, Madison NJ
August 23, 2009
The Twelfth Sunday after Pentecost
Year B: Proper 16
1 Kings 8:1, 6, 10-11, 22-30, 41-43
Psalm 84
(Ephesians 6:10-20)
John 6:56-69
The Grandeur of God
Last Sunday I had so much to tell you about our mission trip to Camden that I didn’t have time to deal with our Old Testament lesson. For much of the summer we have been following the story of David – his journey from the youngest son of Jesse out tending the sheep to ruling as Israel’s king. We’ve heard about David, warts and all. We’ve heard about David, who was chosen by God to rule God’s people, but who was also capable of great selfishness and immorality.
Last week we heard about David’s death and the passing of the crown to his son Solomon. Solomon, of course, is remembered mostly for two things – his great wisdom and the construction of the Temple in Jerusalem.
Last week we heard about Solomon’s wisdom. The author of First Kings tells us that the Lord appeared to Solomon in a dream and said, “Ask what I should give you.” That’s quite a question and I’m sure many of us offered the same kind of blank check might not be quite as high-minded as Solomon.
In the dream the Lord says “Ask what I should give you.” And in reply Solomon says, “Give your servant…an understanding mind to govern your people, able to discern between good and evil.”
God is pleased with this answer and gives Solomon wisdom – and since Solomon hadn’t asked for them, God also gives honor and riches.
So the reign of wise Solomon begins.
Solomon’s other claim is what we heard about in today’s lesson – the construction of the Temple in Jerusalem.
The author of First Kings goes to great lengths to describe the grandeur of the Temple. It was built with enormous and expensive stone blocks. Long beams were needed to support the large building. It was decorated with gold and brass. It was designed not so much as a place to worship but as a place for God to reside.
So, in today’s lesson we hear about the priests bringing the Ark of the Covenant – the holiest object of all - into the inner sanctuary of the Temple. Of course, Solomon knew that no building can contain the God of the universe yet he spent enormous amounts of wealth to construct a temple to glorify God and to provide a place spectacular enough to remind people of the grandeur of God.
It’s a familiar story, isn’t it? For most of Christian history we have tried to construct buildings not to contain God but to glorify God and to remind people of the grandeur of God.
Maybe you’ve visited some of these spectacular, magnificent churches of Christianity. I remember visiting St. Peter’s Basilica in Rome – usually listed as the largest church in the world – and being nearly overwhelmed by its size and its grandeur. I found it disorienting – there was so much to see I wasn’t sure where to look and I wasn’t sure what was the front or the back of the building.
Maybe some of you have visited St. Paul’s Cathedral in London – a bit smaller but in the same league as St. Peter’s. Enormous amounts of resources were spent – and continue to be spent – to create a building that glorifies God and reminds people of the grandeur of God.
These holy buildings don’t have to be as large or as grand as St. Peter’s and St. Paul’s to remind us of God’s grandeur. My home parish, St. Paul’s in Jersey City, is a little wood frame Victorian located in the middle of a side street. It has many charms, but what I love the most is a round blue window with a dove representing the Holy Spirit. When the sunlight comes through that window the whole church is bathed in blue light. For me that was always a physical reminder of the grandeur of God.
And our own Grace Church isn’t too shabby, is it? A century and a half ago the people who first began building could have constructed a simple, utilitarian structure. Instead they piled up stones into something beautiful, trying to give glory to God and to remind people of God’s grandeur.
And back in the 1950s the parishioners who expanded this church could have just built something plain and relatively inexpensive to accommodate the growing congregation. (It was not exactly a golden age of church architecture!) Instead they gave as much as they could to create something beautiful to glorify God to remind themselves and future generations of the grandeur of God.
And this is all good. Certainly one of the most attractive aspects of Anglicanism and the Episcopal Church is what’s called “the beauty of holiness.” We go to great lengths to make our churches beautiful and to make our worship beautiful. We wear colorful vestments, use silver vessels and brass candlesticks, and sing gorgeous hymns all to glorify God and to remind ourselves of the grandeur of God.
Each week the altar guild polishes and irons and the choirs rehearse all to make what we do today beautiful.
This is all good, but there is an obvious danger too. The danger is that we fall too much in love with our buildings, our shiny vessels and our lovely music. The danger is that the grandeur of our things distracts us from the grandeur of God.
Today’s gospel lesson is a powerful reminder of where we truly find the grandeur of God. We find the grandeur of God in Jesus. We find the grandeur of God in being part of the Body of Christ.
For the past few weeks we’ve been making our way through the sixth chapter of John’s Gospel. We’ve been hearing this deep and profound meditation on Jesus as the Bread of Life. And we’ve heard that when we eat Jesus’ body and drink Jesus’ blood then we become part of the Body of Christ – we abide in Jesus and Jesus abides in us.
John tells us that some of the disciples said, “This teaching is difficult; who can accept it?”
And, let’s face it, the Eucharist is difficult to understand. The Eucharist is difficult if we try to convince ourselves that when we eat this little sliver of bread and take a little sip of wine we are really taking the body and blood of Christ into our bodies.
But the good news is we don’t have to convince ourselves of anything. Instead all we need to do is be open just enough to the power and grandeur of God working within us. In the gospel Jesus is clear that faith is a gift from God. Faith is not something that we can talk ourselves into. Faith is not something that we can convince ourselves of.
If we are open to the gift of faith then we find the grandeur of God in Jesus. We find the grandeur of God in being part of the Body of Christ.
We are reminded of the grandeur of God in our beautiful churches but we find the grandeur of God when we go out and live as the Body of Christ in the world. As the Body of Christ in the world we are able to see the grandeur of God all around us.
As the 19th Century Jesuit poet Gerard Manley Hopkins famously wrote, “The world is charged with the grandeur of God.”
When we live as the Body of Christ in the world we find the grandeur of God in seemingly simple moments. Just this past week I found the grandeur of God at the Community Soup Kitchen in Morristown when I looked down the line and saw so many of our young people eager to serve some of the poorest in our midst.
I certainly found the grandeur of God during that week in Camden when our young people and the adult chaperones threw themselves into a frightening unknown, willing to be bold for Christ.
We find the grandeur of God when parishioners rally around one of our own who has been hurt and is suffering. We find the grandeur of God when people visit a parishioner in the hospital or call someone who is lonely. We find the grandeur of God when some among us work hard to help someone dig her way out of crushing debt. We find the grandeur of God when some among us use their expertise to try to help churches in our diocese less fortunate than Grace. We find the grandeur of God every time someone drops a box of cereal or a jar of peanut butter into the Food for Friends bin.
Solomon built the Temple to glorify God and to remind people of the grandeur of God. We build our churches and take care with our worship to glorify God and to remind ourselves of the grandeur of God.
But we truly find the grandeur of God in Jesus. We truly find the grandeur of God in being part of the Body of Christ.
We find the grandeur of God when we go out and live as the Body of Christ. And when we go out and live as the Body of Christ we find that, indeed, the world is charged with the grandeur of God.
Amen.
August 23, 2009
The Twelfth Sunday after Pentecost
Year B: Proper 16
1 Kings 8:1, 6, 10-11, 22-30, 41-43
Psalm 84
(Ephesians 6:10-20)
John 6:56-69
The Grandeur of God
Last Sunday I had so much to tell you about our mission trip to Camden that I didn’t have time to deal with our Old Testament lesson. For much of the summer we have been following the story of David – his journey from the youngest son of Jesse out tending the sheep to ruling as Israel’s king. We’ve heard about David, warts and all. We’ve heard about David, who was chosen by God to rule God’s people, but who was also capable of great selfishness and immorality.
Last week we heard about David’s death and the passing of the crown to his son Solomon. Solomon, of course, is remembered mostly for two things – his great wisdom and the construction of the Temple in Jerusalem.
Last week we heard about Solomon’s wisdom. The author of First Kings tells us that the Lord appeared to Solomon in a dream and said, “Ask what I should give you.” That’s quite a question and I’m sure many of us offered the same kind of blank check might not be quite as high-minded as Solomon.
In the dream the Lord says “Ask what I should give you.” And in reply Solomon says, “Give your servant…an understanding mind to govern your people, able to discern between good and evil.”
God is pleased with this answer and gives Solomon wisdom – and since Solomon hadn’t asked for them, God also gives honor and riches.
So the reign of wise Solomon begins.
Solomon’s other claim is what we heard about in today’s lesson – the construction of the Temple in Jerusalem.
The author of First Kings goes to great lengths to describe the grandeur of the Temple. It was built with enormous and expensive stone blocks. Long beams were needed to support the large building. It was decorated with gold and brass. It was designed not so much as a place to worship but as a place for God to reside.
So, in today’s lesson we hear about the priests bringing the Ark of the Covenant – the holiest object of all - into the inner sanctuary of the Temple. Of course, Solomon knew that no building can contain the God of the universe yet he spent enormous amounts of wealth to construct a temple to glorify God and to provide a place spectacular enough to remind people of the grandeur of God.
It’s a familiar story, isn’t it? For most of Christian history we have tried to construct buildings not to contain God but to glorify God and to remind people of the grandeur of God.
Maybe you’ve visited some of these spectacular, magnificent churches of Christianity. I remember visiting St. Peter’s Basilica in Rome – usually listed as the largest church in the world – and being nearly overwhelmed by its size and its grandeur. I found it disorienting – there was so much to see I wasn’t sure where to look and I wasn’t sure what was the front or the back of the building.
Maybe some of you have visited St. Paul’s Cathedral in London – a bit smaller but in the same league as St. Peter’s. Enormous amounts of resources were spent – and continue to be spent – to create a building that glorifies God and reminds people of the grandeur of God.
These holy buildings don’t have to be as large or as grand as St. Peter’s and St. Paul’s to remind us of God’s grandeur. My home parish, St. Paul’s in Jersey City, is a little wood frame Victorian located in the middle of a side street. It has many charms, but what I love the most is a round blue window with a dove representing the Holy Spirit. When the sunlight comes through that window the whole church is bathed in blue light. For me that was always a physical reminder of the grandeur of God.
And our own Grace Church isn’t too shabby, is it? A century and a half ago the people who first began building could have constructed a simple, utilitarian structure. Instead they piled up stones into something beautiful, trying to give glory to God and to remind people of God’s grandeur.
And back in the 1950s the parishioners who expanded this church could have just built something plain and relatively inexpensive to accommodate the growing congregation. (It was not exactly a golden age of church architecture!) Instead they gave as much as they could to create something beautiful to glorify God to remind themselves and future generations of the grandeur of God.
And this is all good. Certainly one of the most attractive aspects of Anglicanism and the Episcopal Church is what’s called “the beauty of holiness.” We go to great lengths to make our churches beautiful and to make our worship beautiful. We wear colorful vestments, use silver vessels and brass candlesticks, and sing gorgeous hymns all to glorify God and to remind ourselves of the grandeur of God.
Each week the altar guild polishes and irons and the choirs rehearse all to make what we do today beautiful.
This is all good, but there is an obvious danger too. The danger is that we fall too much in love with our buildings, our shiny vessels and our lovely music. The danger is that the grandeur of our things distracts us from the grandeur of God.
Today’s gospel lesson is a powerful reminder of where we truly find the grandeur of God. We find the grandeur of God in Jesus. We find the grandeur of God in being part of the Body of Christ.
For the past few weeks we’ve been making our way through the sixth chapter of John’s Gospel. We’ve been hearing this deep and profound meditation on Jesus as the Bread of Life. And we’ve heard that when we eat Jesus’ body and drink Jesus’ blood then we become part of the Body of Christ – we abide in Jesus and Jesus abides in us.
John tells us that some of the disciples said, “This teaching is difficult; who can accept it?”
And, let’s face it, the Eucharist is difficult to understand. The Eucharist is difficult if we try to convince ourselves that when we eat this little sliver of bread and take a little sip of wine we are really taking the body and blood of Christ into our bodies.
But the good news is we don’t have to convince ourselves of anything. Instead all we need to do is be open just enough to the power and grandeur of God working within us. In the gospel Jesus is clear that faith is a gift from God. Faith is not something that we can talk ourselves into. Faith is not something that we can convince ourselves of.
If we are open to the gift of faith then we find the grandeur of God in Jesus. We find the grandeur of God in being part of the Body of Christ.
We are reminded of the grandeur of God in our beautiful churches but we find the grandeur of God when we go out and live as the Body of Christ in the world. As the Body of Christ in the world we are able to see the grandeur of God all around us.
As the 19th Century Jesuit poet Gerard Manley Hopkins famously wrote, “The world is charged with the grandeur of God.”
When we live as the Body of Christ in the world we find the grandeur of God in seemingly simple moments. Just this past week I found the grandeur of God at the Community Soup Kitchen in Morristown when I looked down the line and saw so many of our young people eager to serve some of the poorest in our midst.
I certainly found the grandeur of God during that week in Camden when our young people and the adult chaperones threw themselves into a frightening unknown, willing to be bold for Christ.
We find the grandeur of God when parishioners rally around one of our own who has been hurt and is suffering. We find the grandeur of God when people visit a parishioner in the hospital or call someone who is lonely. We find the grandeur of God when some among us work hard to help someone dig her way out of crushing debt. We find the grandeur of God when some among us use their expertise to try to help churches in our diocese less fortunate than Grace. We find the grandeur of God every time someone drops a box of cereal or a jar of peanut butter into the Food for Friends bin.
Solomon built the Temple to glorify God and to remind people of the grandeur of God. We build our churches and take care with our worship to glorify God and to remind ourselves of the grandeur of God.
But we truly find the grandeur of God in Jesus. We truly find the grandeur of God in being part of the Body of Christ.
We find the grandeur of God when we go out and live as the Body of Christ. And when we go out and live as the Body of Christ we find that, indeed, the world is charged with the grandeur of God.
Amen.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Invincible
Grace Episcopal Church, Madison NJ
August 16, 2009
Year B: The Eleventh Sunday after Pentecost – Proper 15
1 Kings 2:10-12; 3:3-14
Psalm 111
(Ephesians 5:15-20)
John 6:51-58
Invincible
Each Sunday over the past few weeks we’ve slowly been making our way through the sixth chapter of the Gospel of John. In his account of the Last Supper, the Evangelist John doesn’t include the institution of the Eucharist. There’s no mention of Jesus saying, “This is my body. This is my blood. Do this in memory of me.” John describes the foot washing instead. But, in a way the fourth gospel makes up for that omission in this long section which is a rich and deep meditation on Jesus as the Bread of Life.
Two weeks ago we heard Jesus tell the crowds that they should focus not so much on the bread that fills their stomachs but rather seek the bread that comes down from heaven. Last week we heard Jesus boldly proclaim, “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never be hungry and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.”
Jesus scandalized many who heard those words. They were scandalized when Jesus reminded them that their ancestors who ate the manna in the desert all died eventually but then insists that those who believe in him - those who eat the bread of life - will live forever.
And then today we hear very powerful and vivid Eucharistic language when Jesus says “I am the living bread that came down from heaven. Whoever eats of this bread will live forever and the bread that I will give for the life of the world is my flesh.”
You can imagine how the first readers and hearers of those words were confused and scandalized. Jesus is the living bread that comes down from heaven? And those who eat this living bread – eat this flesh – will live forever? How can this be?
They still had a lot to learn about the cheap bread of the world and the costly bread Jesus offers to the world.
We still have a lot to learn about the cheap bread of the world and the costly bread that Jesus offers to the world. Today I’d like to tell you what I learned about cheap bread and costly bread during our recent mission trip to Camden.
There is so much to tell you about the trip. Going into this experience I knew that we would be in one of the very poorest and most dangerous cities in the country. But having facts in my head really didn’t prepare me for the reality of actually being there – seeing block after block of desolation. Having facts in my head didn’t prepare me for smelling the reek of the sewage treatment plant that blankets an entire city neighborhood – invading and coating the homes of all who live there.
Having facts in my head also didn’t prepare me for the hopeful signs that I saw. At shelters and drop-in centers and food banks and day care centers we met people who have committed their lives to helping people in Camden. And at those places we met Camden residents who were good, decent people trying to survive against some awfully tough odds.
Back when Camden was thriving as a prosperous industrial city, Walt Whitman referred to it as the “city invincible.” The “city invincible.” That’s still Camden’s motto. Today there is a sad irony to that description. During our time there we saw a city not quite defeated, but all too vulnerable – vulnerable to a changed economy, vulnerable to a lack of compassion, vulnerable to poor decisions, vulnerable to a lack of leadership.
Like so many places in our nation, Camden cries out for leaders with – if not the wisdom of Solomon – at least honest leaders with genuine concern for the least among us.
Even with the fragile signs of hope sprouting here and there in the city, overall I found the experience to be nearly overwhelming. The need is so great, the damage so severe. Where will we find the strength and power to heal this broken place?
One day we did a little exercise to give us a small sense of what it’s like to be poor in Camden. We were told the federal government’s food assistance program provides 87 cents per person per meal. All of us on the mission trip were broken into “families” of four with each member of the family having three dollars to buy food for a day. We could have unlimited water, salt and a small amount of butter. Otherwise, for one day we could eat only whatever our twelve dollars was able to buy.
We walked a few blocks to one of the three supermarkets in a city with something like 80,000 people. As soon as we walked in a number of us noticed the smell the meat department although it was not near the front of the store. If the meat hadn’t already spoiled, it wasn’t far from it.
But, for us that didn’t really matter because our meager budget ruled out buying meat anyway. Now some groups did better than others – some managed to buy eggs and some fresh fruit with their limited funds.
My family was not so clever. We purchased a box of pop tarts, peanut butter and jelly, a loaf of cheap store-brand white bread, a box of off-brand macaroni and cheese…and we treated ourselves to a bag of mini chips ahoy cookies.
That’s all we would be eating the next day.
Now, I’ll admit, I hadn’t had a pop tart in a long time – and the next morning my pop tart was pretty tasty. It filled my stomach and I guess the sugar gave me a burst of energy. So I began the day feeling pretty satisfied and hopeful that this diet wouldn’t be so difficult.
That day I was working over in Philadelphia at a place called Manna, appropriately enough. It is a large industrial kitchen and food preparation center that provides meals for people suffering from AIDS, cancer and other serious illnesses. When I first got there I did feel a few pangs of hunger, but I thought the sight of all this industrially-produced food would keep me from getting too hungry.
As it turns out, Manna provides what looked like and especially smelled like incredibly delicious meals. My group estimated that we helped to prepare about fifteen hundred meals that day. As we prepared tray after tray the slices of pork smelled delicious. Apples with cinnamon – delicious. Peaches – delicious. Even the vegetables – delicious.
By our lunch break I had long since burned through my pop tarts. I was out of energy. For lunch I had a peanut and butter sandwich on cheap white bread, a handful of mini chips ahoy, and a bottle of water. The bread was soft and springy and easy to eat. I finished my lunch in about 9 seconds.
All that cheap bread filled me up but I knew it wouldn’t last. The cheap bread wouldn’t give me the strength and power that was needed.
No surprise, that evening my stomach was growling when I sat down for my dinner – a box of macaroni and cheese split four ways and a handful of mini chips ahoy for dessert. I tried to fill up with even more cheap bread.
I ended the day really looking forward to the end of this exercise and the next day’s breakfast. The cheap bread just wasn’t enough.
And what’s true for our bodies is also true for our souls. The cheap bread is never enough.
The first readers and hearers of the Gospel of John lived in difficult times. The problems and challenges they faced must have often seemed overwhelming. Everyday life was difficult enough. Placing faith in Jesus and trying to live according to his teaching meant putting everything on the line, including life itself.
Oh, just like today there was plenty of cheap bread around. There was the cheap bread of caring only about yourself and not your neighbor. There was the cheap bread of despising people who were different. There was the cheap bread of focusing solely on acquiring material possessions.
Just like today that kind of cheap bread gives a rush – but it doesn’t last and it’s not enough. And it’s certainly not the right kind of bread if we want to follow Jesus.
To live the Christian life the first hearers of the gospel needed the costly bread.
To live the Christian life we need the costly bread – the bread that comes at the great cost of God living and dying and rising again among us.
In the Body of Christ – in this costly bread – we get the strength and power we need to be fully alive – to live not just for ourselves but for our brothers and sisters – especially the poorest and most vulnerable. We get the strength and power we need to live for all the Camdens of the world – even the Camdens right here in Madison.
When we eat this costly bread we become the Body of Christ in the world.
So once again today we gather at the table and eat this costly bread. And then we will go out and be the Body of Christ in the world
Even if we live in difficult times and our problems seem overwhelming, we can have confidence because Jesus has promised that we who eat this costly bread will have the strength we need – and more than that - we will live forever.
We who eat this costly bread are a people invincible.
Amen.
August 16, 2009
Year B: The Eleventh Sunday after Pentecost – Proper 15
1 Kings 2:10-12; 3:3-14
Psalm 111
(Ephesians 5:15-20)
John 6:51-58
Invincible
Each Sunday over the past few weeks we’ve slowly been making our way through the sixth chapter of the Gospel of John. In his account of the Last Supper, the Evangelist John doesn’t include the institution of the Eucharist. There’s no mention of Jesus saying, “This is my body. This is my blood. Do this in memory of me.” John describes the foot washing instead. But, in a way the fourth gospel makes up for that omission in this long section which is a rich and deep meditation on Jesus as the Bread of Life.
Two weeks ago we heard Jesus tell the crowds that they should focus not so much on the bread that fills their stomachs but rather seek the bread that comes down from heaven. Last week we heard Jesus boldly proclaim, “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never be hungry and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.”
Jesus scandalized many who heard those words. They were scandalized when Jesus reminded them that their ancestors who ate the manna in the desert all died eventually but then insists that those who believe in him - those who eat the bread of life - will live forever.
And then today we hear very powerful and vivid Eucharistic language when Jesus says “I am the living bread that came down from heaven. Whoever eats of this bread will live forever and the bread that I will give for the life of the world is my flesh.”
You can imagine how the first readers and hearers of those words were confused and scandalized. Jesus is the living bread that comes down from heaven? And those who eat this living bread – eat this flesh – will live forever? How can this be?
They still had a lot to learn about the cheap bread of the world and the costly bread Jesus offers to the world.
We still have a lot to learn about the cheap bread of the world and the costly bread that Jesus offers to the world. Today I’d like to tell you what I learned about cheap bread and costly bread during our recent mission trip to Camden.
There is so much to tell you about the trip. Going into this experience I knew that we would be in one of the very poorest and most dangerous cities in the country. But having facts in my head really didn’t prepare me for the reality of actually being there – seeing block after block of desolation. Having facts in my head didn’t prepare me for smelling the reek of the sewage treatment plant that blankets an entire city neighborhood – invading and coating the homes of all who live there.
Having facts in my head also didn’t prepare me for the hopeful signs that I saw. At shelters and drop-in centers and food banks and day care centers we met people who have committed their lives to helping people in Camden. And at those places we met Camden residents who were good, decent people trying to survive against some awfully tough odds.
Back when Camden was thriving as a prosperous industrial city, Walt Whitman referred to it as the “city invincible.” The “city invincible.” That’s still Camden’s motto. Today there is a sad irony to that description. During our time there we saw a city not quite defeated, but all too vulnerable – vulnerable to a changed economy, vulnerable to a lack of compassion, vulnerable to poor decisions, vulnerable to a lack of leadership.
Like so many places in our nation, Camden cries out for leaders with – if not the wisdom of Solomon – at least honest leaders with genuine concern for the least among us.
Even with the fragile signs of hope sprouting here and there in the city, overall I found the experience to be nearly overwhelming. The need is so great, the damage so severe. Where will we find the strength and power to heal this broken place?
One day we did a little exercise to give us a small sense of what it’s like to be poor in Camden. We were told the federal government’s food assistance program provides 87 cents per person per meal. All of us on the mission trip were broken into “families” of four with each member of the family having three dollars to buy food for a day. We could have unlimited water, salt and a small amount of butter. Otherwise, for one day we could eat only whatever our twelve dollars was able to buy.
We walked a few blocks to one of the three supermarkets in a city with something like 80,000 people. As soon as we walked in a number of us noticed the smell the meat department although it was not near the front of the store. If the meat hadn’t already spoiled, it wasn’t far from it.
But, for us that didn’t really matter because our meager budget ruled out buying meat anyway. Now some groups did better than others – some managed to buy eggs and some fresh fruit with their limited funds.
My family was not so clever. We purchased a box of pop tarts, peanut butter and jelly, a loaf of cheap store-brand white bread, a box of off-brand macaroni and cheese…and we treated ourselves to a bag of mini chips ahoy cookies.
That’s all we would be eating the next day.
Now, I’ll admit, I hadn’t had a pop tart in a long time – and the next morning my pop tart was pretty tasty. It filled my stomach and I guess the sugar gave me a burst of energy. So I began the day feeling pretty satisfied and hopeful that this diet wouldn’t be so difficult.
That day I was working over in Philadelphia at a place called Manna, appropriately enough. It is a large industrial kitchen and food preparation center that provides meals for people suffering from AIDS, cancer and other serious illnesses. When I first got there I did feel a few pangs of hunger, but I thought the sight of all this industrially-produced food would keep me from getting too hungry.
As it turns out, Manna provides what looked like and especially smelled like incredibly delicious meals. My group estimated that we helped to prepare about fifteen hundred meals that day. As we prepared tray after tray the slices of pork smelled delicious. Apples with cinnamon – delicious. Peaches – delicious. Even the vegetables – delicious.
By our lunch break I had long since burned through my pop tarts. I was out of energy. For lunch I had a peanut and butter sandwich on cheap white bread, a handful of mini chips ahoy, and a bottle of water. The bread was soft and springy and easy to eat. I finished my lunch in about 9 seconds.
All that cheap bread filled me up but I knew it wouldn’t last. The cheap bread wouldn’t give me the strength and power that was needed.
No surprise, that evening my stomach was growling when I sat down for my dinner – a box of macaroni and cheese split four ways and a handful of mini chips ahoy for dessert. I tried to fill up with even more cheap bread.
I ended the day really looking forward to the end of this exercise and the next day’s breakfast. The cheap bread just wasn’t enough.
And what’s true for our bodies is also true for our souls. The cheap bread is never enough.
The first readers and hearers of the Gospel of John lived in difficult times. The problems and challenges they faced must have often seemed overwhelming. Everyday life was difficult enough. Placing faith in Jesus and trying to live according to his teaching meant putting everything on the line, including life itself.
Oh, just like today there was plenty of cheap bread around. There was the cheap bread of caring only about yourself and not your neighbor. There was the cheap bread of despising people who were different. There was the cheap bread of focusing solely on acquiring material possessions.
Just like today that kind of cheap bread gives a rush – but it doesn’t last and it’s not enough. And it’s certainly not the right kind of bread if we want to follow Jesus.
To live the Christian life the first hearers of the gospel needed the costly bread.
To live the Christian life we need the costly bread – the bread that comes at the great cost of God living and dying and rising again among us.
In the Body of Christ – in this costly bread – we get the strength and power we need to be fully alive – to live not just for ourselves but for our brothers and sisters – especially the poorest and most vulnerable. We get the strength and power we need to live for all the Camdens of the world – even the Camdens right here in Madison.
When we eat this costly bread we become the Body of Christ in the world.
So once again today we gather at the table and eat this costly bread. And then we will go out and be the Body of Christ in the world
Even if we live in difficult times and our problems seem overwhelming, we can have confidence because Jesus has promised that we who eat this costly bread will have the strength we need – and more than that - we will live forever.
We who eat this costly bread are a people invincible.
Amen.
Sunday, August 02, 2009
Setting Priorities
Church of the Good Shepherd, Ringwood NJ
August 2, 2009
The Ninth Sunday after Pentecost
Year B: Proper 13
2 Samuel 11:26-12:13a
Psalm 51:1-13
Ephesians 4:1-16
John 6:24-25
Setting Priorities
Before I got into the priest business I was a high school history teacher. It was a job that I enjoyed very much. I liked working with kids. I liked the subject that I taught. I liked having the summer off. In fact, I’m still adjusting to getting up and going to work in the summer!
It wasn’t until I left teaching, however, that I realized one of the best parts of teaching. As a teacher it is very easy, very straightforward, to set priorities. Each school day, of course, is broken up into different class periods. So for 40 minutes I would teach United States history. Then a bell would ring and I’d stop doing that and switch to teaching World Civilizations. Later another bell would ring and it would be time for lunch. And then finally at the end of the school day a bell would ring and I knew it was time to go home.
I spent a good bit of time after school grading papers and planning lessons. And even then it was easy to set priorities. The tests and quizzes that were the oldest got graded first. The classes that were coming up next needed to be planned first.
Yes, as a teacher it was very easy to set priorities.
After I was ordained and got my job at Grace Church in Madison, I had a little trouble setting priorities. Oh, sure, I knew that if I was preaching I needed to prepare my sermon before church on Sunday morning. And if there was a meeting at a certain time, then I needed to be at the right place at the right time.
But aside from that my job doesn’t have a lot of structure and there certainly isn’t a bell that rings telling me to stop what I’m doing and move on to the next thing. So, especially in my first months, I often found myself sitting at my desk wondering what I should do first. What’s most important? Should I do some planning for the youth group? Should I go visit some parishioners in the hospital or a nursing home? Should I work at my article for the parish newsletter? Should I do some reading or thinking? Should I set aside some time for prayer? Should I try to carve out some time to spend with my wife?
All good things – but what’s most important? How do I set priorities? After a while I got the hang of it, but it took some time for me to figure out how to set priorities as a priest.
I guess that many of us struggle with setting priorities. We have trouble deciding what’s most important in our lives.
Sometimes we set exactly the wrong priorities – we try to use people for our own benefit or pleasure. And this leads to much pain and sorrow.
And other times we set wrong priorities by choosing something that’s good – but not really the best or most important thing.
Today’s lessons have something important to say about setting priorities – deciding what’s most important in our lives.
These past few weeks we’ve been hearing the story of King David. We heard how he was selected by God to replace Saul as the king of Israel. We heard the famous story of how he defeated Goliath the giant. We heard how he led a triumphant parade, including the Ark of the Covenant – for the people of Israel the holiest object in the universe. He led this parade into his city, into Jerusalem, to show that he was God’s choice to lead the people.
But then things start to go terribly wrong. The truth is that David is going to abuse God’s trust and David is going to abuse his royal power. David sets the wrong priorities. Instead of serving God and serving God’s people, David seeks his own pleasure.
Last Sunday we heard the story of how David desired the beautiful Bathsheba. The only problem was that Bathsheba was married to Uriah the Hittite. But if you’re the king and your priority is your own pleasure and desire – if that’s what’s most important – then the fact that she’s married is no problem at all.
And so David arranges things so Uriah is killed in battle. And then David can take Bathsheba as his wife.
Which brings us to today’s lesson from the Old Testament.
Through the prophet Nathan God reminds David of all that God had given to him and says God would have given much more, too. But, David chose to reject God and God’s Word. David set exactly the wrong priority. David didn’t realize what was most important.
Instead of serving God and God’s people, David decided his own pleasure was most important.
And David faces the sickening reality of what he’s done – David faces the consequences of setting wrong priorities. All these centuries later we can hear the regret and imagine the sick feeling in his stomach when David says, “I have sinned against the Lord.”
David set as his priority something that was clearly wrong. Sometimes we do that, but I bet more often we set as our priority something that is good, but is not really the best or most important thing.
Which brings us to today’s gospel lesson.
The gospel picks up right after the miracle of the loaves and fishes, or the feeding of the five thousand. This is one of Jesus’ most important miracles and in fact the only one that is recorded in all four of the gospels.
On the surface this is a miracle about literally feeding people who are hungry. It’s not only a symbolic action – there’s real bread and real fish involved. While before people stomachs were rumbling with hunger now they are stuffed and I imagine them a little sleepy the way we get after a big meal.
The miracle is about real bread and fish but it’s about more than that. It’s about God’s overflowing abundance. Just when it seems like there’s just not enough, God is able to provide more than we can imagine and more than we need.
And the miracle of the loaves and fishes is about Jesus as the bread of life – Jesus who feeds us in the deepest and most profound way - Jesus who feeds our souls.
But for the people who’ve been fed the most important thing, their top priority, is keeping their bellies full. That’s definitely a good and very important thing, but it’s not the most important. Satisfying our physical needs is not the most important thing.
Anyway, even a big meal satisfies for only a while and so today’s lesson picks up the next day when the people are searching for Jesus and the disciples.
Jesus, of course, gets why they’re looking for him so eagerly. He says to the crowd, “Very truly, I tell you, you are looking for me, not because you saw signs, but because you ate your fill of the loaves. Do not work for the food that perishes, but for the food that endures for eternal life, which the Son of Man will give you.”
And at the end of today’s lesson Jesus tells the crowd, “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never be hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.”
As Christians, Jesus needs to be our top priority. Jesus is what’s most important.
But the truth is in our daily lives many, if not all of us, forget this essential truth. We forget that Jesus needs to be our top priority and we put other things – both good and maybe not so good – in that top slot.
And that’s one of the most important reasons why we gather in church on Sunday. We gather to be reminded of the power of Jesus, to be reminded of God’s overflowing love and abundance, to be reminded of the grace that is being poured out upon us right here and now.
We gather to hear God’s word – to be reminded of God’s law and God’s history of reaching out to God’s people.
We gather to receive the bread and wine – Christ’s body and blood – to strengthen us as we face the challenges of life and to help us to set priorities – to help us remember what’s most important.
So today let us give thanks for all the good gifts God has given us. Let us give thanks for the loaves and the fishes. Let us give thanks for Jesus, the Bread of Life.
And let us ask God’s help as we make our way in the world, setting our priorities and deciding what’s most important.
Amen.
August 2, 2009
The Ninth Sunday after Pentecost
Year B: Proper 13
2 Samuel 11:26-12:13a
Psalm 51:1-13
Ephesians 4:1-16
John 6:24-25
Setting Priorities
Before I got into the priest business I was a high school history teacher. It was a job that I enjoyed very much. I liked working with kids. I liked the subject that I taught. I liked having the summer off. In fact, I’m still adjusting to getting up and going to work in the summer!
It wasn’t until I left teaching, however, that I realized one of the best parts of teaching. As a teacher it is very easy, very straightforward, to set priorities. Each school day, of course, is broken up into different class periods. So for 40 minutes I would teach United States history. Then a bell would ring and I’d stop doing that and switch to teaching World Civilizations. Later another bell would ring and it would be time for lunch. And then finally at the end of the school day a bell would ring and I knew it was time to go home.
I spent a good bit of time after school grading papers and planning lessons. And even then it was easy to set priorities. The tests and quizzes that were the oldest got graded first. The classes that were coming up next needed to be planned first.
Yes, as a teacher it was very easy to set priorities.
After I was ordained and got my job at Grace Church in Madison, I had a little trouble setting priorities. Oh, sure, I knew that if I was preaching I needed to prepare my sermon before church on Sunday morning. And if there was a meeting at a certain time, then I needed to be at the right place at the right time.
But aside from that my job doesn’t have a lot of structure and there certainly isn’t a bell that rings telling me to stop what I’m doing and move on to the next thing. So, especially in my first months, I often found myself sitting at my desk wondering what I should do first. What’s most important? Should I do some planning for the youth group? Should I go visit some parishioners in the hospital or a nursing home? Should I work at my article for the parish newsletter? Should I do some reading or thinking? Should I set aside some time for prayer? Should I try to carve out some time to spend with my wife?
All good things – but what’s most important? How do I set priorities? After a while I got the hang of it, but it took some time for me to figure out how to set priorities as a priest.
I guess that many of us struggle with setting priorities. We have trouble deciding what’s most important in our lives.
Sometimes we set exactly the wrong priorities – we try to use people for our own benefit or pleasure. And this leads to much pain and sorrow.
And other times we set wrong priorities by choosing something that’s good – but not really the best or most important thing.
Today’s lessons have something important to say about setting priorities – deciding what’s most important in our lives.
These past few weeks we’ve been hearing the story of King David. We heard how he was selected by God to replace Saul as the king of Israel. We heard the famous story of how he defeated Goliath the giant. We heard how he led a triumphant parade, including the Ark of the Covenant – for the people of Israel the holiest object in the universe. He led this parade into his city, into Jerusalem, to show that he was God’s choice to lead the people.
But then things start to go terribly wrong. The truth is that David is going to abuse God’s trust and David is going to abuse his royal power. David sets the wrong priorities. Instead of serving God and serving God’s people, David seeks his own pleasure.
Last Sunday we heard the story of how David desired the beautiful Bathsheba. The only problem was that Bathsheba was married to Uriah the Hittite. But if you’re the king and your priority is your own pleasure and desire – if that’s what’s most important – then the fact that she’s married is no problem at all.
And so David arranges things so Uriah is killed in battle. And then David can take Bathsheba as his wife.
Which brings us to today’s lesson from the Old Testament.
Through the prophet Nathan God reminds David of all that God had given to him and says God would have given much more, too. But, David chose to reject God and God’s Word. David set exactly the wrong priority. David didn’t realize what was most important.
Instead of serving God and God’s people, David decided his own pleasure was most important.
And David faces the sickening reality of what he’s done – David faces the consequences of setting wrong priorities. All these centuries later we can hear the regret and imagine the sick feeling in his stomach when David says, “I have sinned against the Lord.”
David set as his priority something that was clearly wrong. Sometimes we do that, but I bet more often we set as our priority something that is good, but is not really the best or most important thing.
Which brings us to today’s gospel lesson.
The gospel picks up right after the miracle of the loaves and fishes, or the feeding of the five thousand. This is one of Jesus’ most important miracles and in fact the only one that is recorded in all four of the gospels.
On the surface this is a miracle about literally feeding people who are hungry. It’s not only a symbolic action – there’s real bread and real fish involved. While before people stomachs were rumbling with hunger now they are stuffed and I imagine them a little sleepy the way we get after a big meal.
The miracle is about real bread and fish but it’s about more than that. It’s about God’s overflowing abundance. Just when it seems like there’s just not enough, God is able to provide more than we can imagine and more than we need.
And the miracle of the loaves and fishes is about Jesus as the bread of life – Jesus who feeds us in the deepest and most profound way - Jesus who feeds our souls.
But for the people who’ve been fed the most important thing, their top priority, is keeping their bellies full. That’s definitely a good and very important thing, but it’s not the most important. Satisfying our physical needs is not the most important thing.
Anyway, even a big meal satisfies for only a while and so today’s lesson picks up the next day when the people are searching for Jesus and the disciples.
Jesus, of course, gets why they’re looking for him so eagerly. He says to the crowd, “Very truly, I tell you, you are looking for me, not because you saw signs, but because you ate your fill of the loaves. Do not work for the food that perishes, but for the food that endures for eternal life, which the Son of Man will give you.”
And at the end of today’s lesson Jesus tells the crowd, “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never be hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.”
As Christians, Jesus needs to be our top priority. Jesus is what’s most important.
But the truth is in our daily lives many, if not all of us, forget this essential truth. We forget that Jesus needs to be our top priority and we put other things – both good and maybe not so good – in that top slot.
And that’s one of the most important reasons why we gather in church on Sunday. We gather to be reminded of the power of Jesus, to be reminded of God’s overflowing love and abundance, to be reminded of the grace that is being poured out upon us right here and now.
We gather to hear God’s word – to be reminded of God’s law and God’s history of reaching out to God’s people.
We gather to receive the bread and wine – Christ’s body and blood – to strengthen us as we face the challenges of life and to help us to set priorities – to help us remember what’s most important.
So today let us give thanks for all the good gifts God has given us. Let us give thanks for the loaves and the fishes. Let us give thanks for Jesus, the Bread of Life.
And let us ask God’s help as we make our way in the world, setting our priorities and deciding what’s most important.
Amen.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Building a House for God
Grace Episcopal Church, Madison NJ
July 19, 2009
The Seventh Sunday after Pentecost
Year B: Proper 11
2 Samuel 7:1-14a
Psalm 89:20-37
Ephesians 2:11-212
Mark 6:30-34, 53-56
Building a House for God
Well, it’s been quite a week. Many of you know that we had Vacation Bible School, which was a really great experience for me and I think for the children and other adults who participated. Since in the past I had managed to avoid vacation bible school, I wasn’t really sure what to expect.
I knew this year’s theme was “Paul and the Underground Church” and I had looked at some of the program materials ahead of time. That was about it. I did know that with Mary Lea in charge it was going to be very well done. And, sure enough, Mary Lea and the parent volunteers did a fantastic job planning the week and creating a really spectacular environment in Grace Hall. The colorful tents and mats really fired up our imaginations and helped us to pretend that we were in ancient Rome. The older youth who served as counselors were so good with the children – they were both leaders and also role models.
I mentioned last week that my job at VBS was to play St. Paul. The children’s chapel was transformed into Paul’s house in Rome where he was being held under house arrest by his Roman guard Brutus, well-played by Eric Roper. Each day groups of children would come downstairs to Paul’s cave-like house and learn a little bit about Paul’s life and talk about some key parts of the Christian life.
We talked about how God’s love for us is a gift and how we are changed by God’s love and called to share God’s love with other people.
I like that these conversations about God’s love took place in what was supposed to be Paul’s house. I like that because one of the ways we can describe recognizing God’s love for us and sharing God’s love for us is building a house for God.
Today’s lessons begin with the very literal idea of building a house for God but then we move to a less-literal and much more powerful understanding of what it means to build a house for God. By recognizing God’s love for us and sharing that love we build a house for God – we help the world to see that God lives right here in the world among us.
In our reading from Second Book of Samuel we continue with the story of David. If you were in church last Sunday you may remember how King David led a triumphant parade with 30,000 men of Israel and the Ark of the Covenant into Jerusalem.
Remember the ark was believed to be the most sacred object in the universe – containing the stone tablets of the Ten Commandments, but also the very presence of God.
Last week I talked about how, in a sense, David was using this most sacred object as a political prop to let everyone know that he was God’s anointed, and, perhaps, warning any opponents that God was on David’s side.
Today we pick up the story in Jerusalem where David the king is living in “a house of cedar” and decides that he should build a house for God. And David means that literally – rather than keeping the ark in a tent David wants to construct a building where God can live.
At first the prophet Nathan encourages David, saying, “Go, do all that you have in mind; for the Lord is with you.”
But God has much bigger ideas of what it means to build a house for God’s Self. David has a very limited idea of God’s house – it would be house not unlike David’s own house.
God tells Nathan that instead of David building a house of cedar for him, God will build a house for David – a house not made of cedar but a royal dynasty.
It’s going to take more than David to build a house for God.
As Christians we know that ultimately God will use the house of David to give the greatest sign of God’s love by becoming a human being in Jesus of Nazareth, born of the House of David.
In our gospel lesson we hear an example of the ever expanding idea of building a house for God, helping the world to see that God lives right here in the world among us.
In his life and ministry, Jesus taught and healed and revealed the gift of God’s love for us. But his work was not just limited to his own teaching and healing. Jesus also sends out his disciples to continue his work – to continue building a house for God, helping the world to see that God lives right here in the world among us.
Earlier in Mark’s gospel the apostles had been commissioned by Jesus to continue his work. Mark tells us that the twelve “went out and proclaimed that all should repent. They cast out many demons, and anointed with oil many who were sick and cured them.”
In other words, the twelve went out and helped to reveal God’s love for us and God’s presence among us. The twelve were helping to build a house for God.
In today’s gospel lesson, Mark picks up with the apostles returning and telling Jesus all that they had done and taught. In my imagination it’s a very warm scene as the twelve excitedly tell Jesus about the people the places they had gone, the people they had met, the work they had done. And in my imagination Jesus looks on them with the pride of a teacher knowing his students had learned their lessons well.
But Mark doesn’t end this scene on a self-satisfied note. Although Jesus wants to retreat with his followers to a deserted place, that doesn’t seem to be possible. People need Jesus. People are hungry for God’s love. Jesus looks at the crowd with compassion “because they were like sheep without a shepherd.” People from all over, from villages, cities and farms, they all need Jesus, they all want his healing, they all need to know the gift of God’s love.
It’s going to take more than the twelve to build a house for God.
St. Paul is one of the people who understood we needed to expand our idea of what it means to build a house for God. Paul – who never met Jesus in his earthly lifetime and in fact had persecuted some of Jesus’ first followers - Paul recognized that Jesus was the gift of God’s love not just for the people of Israel but for the whole world. And Paul dedicated his life to spreading the news about the gift of God’s love. Paul dedicated his life to telling how the gift of God’s love had changed him. Paul dedicated his life to building a house for God, helping the world to see that God lives right here in the world among us.
In many ways the Letter to the Ephesians is a summing up of Paul’s ideas. And Paul very clearly saw his work as traveling among non-Jews, among the gentiles, and helping to build a house for God. Paul, or one of Paul’s disciples, writes in the Letter to the Ephesians to the gentiles who have put their faith in Jesus:
“So then you are no longer strangers and aliens, but you are citizens with the saints and also members of the household of God, built upon the foundation of the apostles and prophets, with Christ Jesus himself as the cornerstone. In him the whole structure is joined together and grows into a holy temple in the Lord; in whom you also are built together spiritually into a dwelling place for God.”
Paul encouraged people to see that they were part of this great project of building a house for God.
But it’s going to take more than Paul and those early Christians to build a house for God, to help the world to see that God lives right here in the world among us.
You and I are called to this work of building a house for God, helping the world to see that God lives right here in the world among us. Just as in the time of Jesus and Paul people are hungry for God’s love and desperate for God’s healing.
And if we look around we see that the work of building a house for God is underway all around us. When people give up a week in the summer to create a wonderful Vacation Bible School for our children they are helping to build a house for God. When people give up a week in the summer to go on a mission trip to Camden they are helping to build a house for God.
When people give up their time to unload furniture and furnish the apartment of someone who has nothing, they are helping to build a house for God. When people in a time of economic anxiety give money so some of the poorer residents of Madison can afford a pool membership, they are helping to build a house for God.
When people organize the delivery of food to the sick or a family with a loved one in the hospital, they are helping to build a house for God. When people take the time to visit or call someone who is sick or lonely, they are helping to build a house for God.
When people share with someone the importance of our faith or invite others to church, they are helping to build a house for God.
If we look around, there is a great building project underway. People are helping to build a house for God – sharing the great gift of God’s love for the world – helping people to see God’s love and presence right here among us.
But it’s going to take more to build a house for God. It’s going to take all of us.
Amen.
July 19, 2009
The Seventh Sunday after Pentecost
Year B: Proper 11
2 Samuel 7:1-14a
Psalm 89:20-37
Ephesians 2:11-212
Mark 6:30-34, 53-56
Building a House for God
Well, it’s been quite a week. Many of you know that we had Vacation Bible School, which was a really great experience for me and I think for the children and other adults who participated. Since in the past I had managed to avoid vacation bible school, I wasn’t really sure what to expect.
I knew this year’s theme was “Paul and the Underground Church” and I had looked at some of the program materials ahead of time. That was about it. I did know that with Mary Lea in charge it was going to be very well done. And, sure enough, Mary Lea and the parent volunteers did a fantastic job planning the week and creating a really spectacular environment in Grace Hall. The colorful tents and mats really fired up our imaginations and helped us to pretend that we were in ancient Rome. The older youth who served as counselors were so good with the children – they were both leaders and also role models.
I mentioned last week that my job at VBS was to play St. Paul. The children’s chapel was transformed into Paul’s house in Rome where he was being held under house arrest by his Roman guard Brutus, well-played by Eric Roper. Each day groups of children would come downstairs to Paul’s cave-like house and learn a little bit about Paul’s life and talk about some key parts of the Christian life.
We talked about how God’s love for us is a gift and how we are changed by God’s love and called to share God’s love with other people.
I like that these conversations about God’s love took place in what was supposed to be Paul’s house. I like that because one of the ways we can describe recognizing God’s love for us and sharing God’s love for us is building a house for God.
Today’s lessons begin with the very literal idea of building a house for God but then we move to a less-literal and much more powerful understanding of what it means to build a house for God. By recognizing God’s love for us and sharing that love we build a house for God – we help the world to see that God lives right here in the world among us.
In our reading from Second Book of Samuel we continue with the story of David. If you were in church last Sunday you may remember how King David led a triumphant parade with 30,000 men of Israel and the Ark of the Covenant into Jerusalem.
Remember the ark was believed to be the most sacred object in the universe – containing the stone tablets of the Ten Commandments, but also the very presence of God.
Last week I talked about how, in a sense, David was using this most sacred object as a political prop to let everyone know that he was God’s anointed, and, perhaps, warning any opponents that God was on David’s side.
Today we pick up the story in Jerusalem where David the king is living in “a house of cedar” and decides that he should build a house for God. And David means that literally – rather than keeping the ark in a tent David wants to construct a building where God can live.
At first the prophet Nathan encourages David, saying, “Go, do all that you have in mind; for the Lord is with you.”
But God has much bigger ideas of what it means to build a house for God’s Self. David has a very limited idea of God’s house – it would be house not unlike David’s own house.
God tells Nathan that instead of David building a house of cedar for him, God will build a house for David – a house not made of cedar but a royal dynasty.
It’s going to take more than David to build a house for God.
As Christians we know that ultimately God will use the house of David to give the greatest sign of God’s love by becoming a human being in Jesus of Nazareth, born of the House of David.
In our gospel lesson we hear an example of the ever expanding idea of building a house for God, helping the world to see that God lives right here in the world among us.
In his life and ministry, Jesus taught and healed and revealed the gift of God’s love for us. But his work was not just limited to his own teaching and healing. Jesus also sends out his disciples to continue his work – to continue building a house for God, helping the world to see that God lives right here in the world among us.
Earlier in Mark’s gospel the apostles had been commissioned by Jesus to continue his work. Mark tells us that the twelve “went out and proclaimed that all should repent. They cast out many demons, and anointed with oil many who were sick and cured them.”
In other words, the twelve went out and helped to reveal God’s love for us and God’s presence among us. The twelve were helping to build a house for God.
In today’s gospel lesson, Mark picks up with the apostles returning and telling Jesus all that they had done and taught. In my imagination it’s a very warm scene as the twelve excitedly tell Jesus about the people the places they had gone, the people they had met, the work they had done. And in my imagination Jesus looks on them with the pride of a teacher knowing his students had learned their lessons well.
But Mark doesn’t end this scene on a self-satisfied note. Although Jesus wants to retreat with his followers to a deserted place, that doesn’t seem to be possible. People need Jesus. People are hungry for God’s love. Jesus looks at the crowd with compassion “because they were like sheep without a shepherd.” People from all over, from villages, cities and farms, they all need Jesus, they all want his healing, they all need to know the gift of God’s love.
It’s going to take more than the twelve to build a house for God.
St. Paul is one of the people who understood we needed to expand our idea of what it means to build a house for God. Paul – who never met Jesus in his earthly lifetime and in fact had persecuted some of Jesus’ first followers - Paul recognized that Jesus was the gift of God’s love not just for the people of Israel but for the whole world. And Paul dedicated his life to spreading the news about the gift of God’s love. Paul dedicated his life to telling how the gift of God’s love had changed him. Paul dedicated his life to building a house for God, helping the world to see that God lives right here in the world among us.
In many ways the Letter to the Ephesians is a summing up of Paul’s ideas. And Paul very clearly saw his work as traveling among non-Jews, among the gentiles, and helping to build a house for God. Paul, or one of Paul’s disciples, writes in the Letter to the Ephesians to the gentiles who have put their faith in Jesus:
“So then you are no longer strangers and aliens, but you are citizens with the saints and also members of the household of God, built upon the foundation of the apostles and prophets, with Christ Jesus himself as the cornerstone. In him the whole structure is joined together and grows into a holy temple in the Lord; in whom you also are built together spiritually into a dwelling place for God.”
Paul encouraged people to see that they were part of this great project of building a house for God.
But it’s going to take more than Paul and those early Christians to build a house for God, to help the world to see that God lives right here in the world among us.
You and I are called to this work of building a house for God, helping the world to see that God lives right here in the world among us. Just as in the time of Jesus and Paul people are hungry for God’s love and desperate for God’s healing.
And if we look around we see that the work of building a house for God is underway all around us. When people give up a week in the summer to create a wonderful Vacation Bible School for our children they are helping to build a house for God. When people give up a week in the summer to go on a mission trip to Camden they are helping to build a house for God.
When people give up their time to unload furniture and furnish the apartment of someone who has nothing, they are helping to build a house for God. When people in a time of economic anxiety give money so some of the poorer residents of Madison can afford a pool membership, they are helping to build a house for God.
When people organize the delivery of food to the sick or a family with a loved one in the hospital, they are helping to build a house for God. When people take the time to visit or call someone who is sick or lonely, they are helping to build a house for God.
When people share with someone the importance of our faith or invite others to church, they are helping to build a house for God.
If we look around, there is a great building project underway. People are helping to build a house for God – sharing the great gift of God’s love for the world – helping people to see God’s love and presence right here among us.
But it’s going to take more to build a house for God. It’s going to take all of us.
Amen.
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