Matthew 26:6-13
The Anointing at Bethany
6 Now while Jesus was at Bethany in the house of Simon the leper, 7a woman came to him with an alabaster jar of very costly ointment, and she poured it on his head as he sat at the table. 8But when the disciples saw it, they were angry and said, ‘Why this waste? 9For this ointment could have been sold for a large sum, and the money given to the poor.’ 10But Jesus, aware of this, said to them, ‘Why do you trouble the woman? She has performed a good service for me. 11For you always have the poor with you, but you will not always have me. 12By pouring this ointment on my body she has prepared me for burial. 13Truly I tell you, wherever this good news is proclaimed in the whole world, what she has done will be told in remembrance of her.’
Several years ago, Dave and I participated in a live recreation of the city of Bethlehem. Our post was at the manger where Jesus was born on the outside of the city. We played the rolls of Mary and Joseph for a night. There was a musical score at the scene, so we didn’t have any lines. We were just there: sitting in the places we all imagine the parents of Jesus to occupy moments after his birth—adoring the new baby and meeting the visitors who came to see him. After the music finished, we would pick up the baby doll swaddled in a blanket and carry him along the line of people lined up at the stable to see. It seemed silly to me the first time the director described the act of walking a doll around like a real baby. Won’t the people realize that this is not real? What kind of significance could this really have?
On one of the last rounds of the little drama we were portraying that night, there was a little girl standing in the line at the stable with her mom. As we passed by with the baby doll in our arms, trying not to let the children recognize that it was just a doll, this little girl dropped her mommy’s hand and reached in her pocket and pulled out a tiny plastic doll and tried to place it in the folds of the blanket wrapped tightly around the baby Jesus. Not wanting her to discover out secret, that it wasn’t really him, I reached my hand out in an attempt to help her find a place for the doll. She quickly pulled her hand back and the doll and looked at me and said—with some contempt, to be honest—“It’s not for you! It’s for Baby Jesus.”
What that girl had came to her as a gift, and just as freely as she received it, she gave it. As she was trying desperately to shove this tiny plastic doll into Baby Jesus’ blanket, her mother noticed what she was doing and gently tugged at her arm and asked if she was sure she wanted to give away the doll. “Mommy,” she said, “it’s for Baby Jesus!” You may not be close enough to see this little doll, but it looks to be part of something bigger than himself. I suspect that there is still a plastic family out there missing their baby son. It’s been obviously well-loved; and that all took place before he came to live in our house because ever since that night I’ve had this little guy in safe keeping for Baby Jesus. He came to her as a gift, to me as a gift, and is meant ultimately for Christ as a gift—a sacrificial gift that was likely missed in that little girl’s household.
Friends, for me there is not better telling of the Christmas story than that. And there is no better way to think about what it means to give in the United Methodist tradition. John Wesley’s sermon on giving titled “Serving God with Mammon” says it this way:
"I entreat you, in the name of the Lord Jesus, act up to the dignity of your calling! No more sloth! Whatsoever your hand find[s] to do, do it with your might! No more waste! Cut off every expense which fashion, caprice, or flesh and blood demand! No more covetousness! But employ whatever God has entrusted y[ou] with, in doing good, all possible good, in every possible kind and degree to the household of faith, to all [people]! This is no small part of 'the wisdom of the just.' Give all y[ou] have, as well as all y[ou] are, a spiritual sacrifice to God who withheld not from you [God’]s Son, [God’]s only Son.”
It is our calling, brothers and sisters, to give—not just what we have to spare but what is also a sacrifice for us. How can we begin to understand what that might be for each of us individually?
The obvious first answer is that we can give more money to the church, and I’m not going to lie to you: I like that answer. Not for my sake but for the sake of the people who need for us to give. If you think about what the world needs that we can provide, so much of that is dollars and cents. Churches, service organizations, non-profits all need us and our wallets right now. Did you know that United Methodists lead the way most of the time in financial response to disasters around the world? Giving through the United Methodist Committee on Relief to help the victims of the tsunami in Indonesia in 2004 and Hurricane Katrina in the gulf coast of the United States in 2005 broke records in giving to these 2 relief funds, and those funds continue to be used today. On a more local level, your giving here makes us able to have diapers and toys for the children who spend time in our nursery on any given Sunday or to provide a place for senior citizens to gather during the week that is safe, cool and warm in hot and cold climates, and where there is the guarantee of a meal at least 2 days per week. But it’s not just even about the money.
Your gifts are shared and needed in so many ways. There are so many opportunities for you to give. It may even seem overwhelming sometimes. And there may even be more you could give if only you had the courage, or maybe even just the time. You may have gifts to share—voice, instrument, teaching, dance, caring for others—and you may be holding them back because you are honestly not sure that what you have to give can truly be useful to someone else. Or, you may simply be afraid that its just not good enough.
That night in recreated Bethlehem, when I dared to put on the costume of the mother of Jesus, I was converted again by the generosity and sacrificial giving of the little girl who wanted Baby Jesus to have her tiny plastic baby. That gift came to her out of generosity and love. And it was passed on to Jesus the same way. And it probably didn’t cost much money or even take very long to produce; how much more can our gifts be pleasing to God and nurturing to the world around us—those gifts which are hard to give or hard to give up?
You may know that the Methodist movement both in England and in America grew so quickly among the members of society who had the least. Wesley himself commented once on how he preferred the soft, velvet cushion of the pulpits throughout the beautiful church buildings across the English country but how God had called him to go into the fields to share the news of God’s love and mercy with those who had never heard. He gave it all, everything he had, even what had been given to him as a gift, and gave it to the people of God who needed him. And we continue to follow in his tradition today. We are United Methodists because we give. We can do more. When we give money or time that we miss, then we know we are on the right track.
So I encourage you, friends, to follow the example of our sister in today’s gospel lesson who gave what she had to the dying body of Christ so that the Body of Christ would continue to live. We can only assume she was saving the ointment for her own burial or that of someone she loved. But she gave it to Jesus because she recognized in some way that he needed it now. She saved it until just the right moment, and then she gave it, and we continue to tell her story every time we give something that we might need later, give until it hurts, give something that is very precious to us so that the Body of Christ can continue to live, grow, and thrive.
The little girl in Bethlehem with us that night saved her gift until just the right moment, and I continue to receive grace and blessing from that gift even today. May we never forget that as United Methodists we are not in this for what we can get out of it. We are in it for what we can give to it, and the grace and blessing we receive anyway—well, that is just a gift.
Amen.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
You Had to Be There...
Luke 10:38-42 (New International Version)
At the Home of Martha and Mary
38As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. 39She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord's feet listening to what he said. 40But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, "Lord, don't you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!"
41"Martha, Martha," the Lord answered, "you are worried and upset about many things, 42but only one thing is needed.[a] Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her."
When I was in about the seventh grade, I attended the First United Methodist Church of Commerce, Georgia. It was a beautiful sanctuary, not totally unlike the one we are gathered in today. Great big stained glass windows lined the side walls, long curved pews lined the floor, and a balcony loomed over the main floor. It was there that I sat with my other friends in the youth group every Sunday on the back row. Just as we do here, we received holy communion on the first Sunday of every month in that church, and the dutiful ushers led us row by row to the front where the curved kneeling rail surrounded the altar. The back row of the balcony was usually the last group to gather around the altar together. One first Sunday, there was an elementary-age kid invading our space on the back row, and when it was our turn to go to the front and receive the bread and cup, we lined up neatly around the rail which, because it was curved, made it possible for us to see each other while we were kneeling. As my dad and the other communion server made their way around the rail offering us a small wafer and a tiny cup of grape juice, everyone’s eyes were drawn to the child among us who ended up kneeling at the point in the curved rail where the rest of us had a good view of him. As the wafer and cups made their way to him, he took the wafer just as he should and ate it quietly without much disturbance or mess. The excitement came when he received the cup of juice. He set it down on the rail for just a moment while he reached inside his jacket to the inside pocket where a straw had been carefully placed at home that morning in preparation for church. In what seemed like 2 seconds he pulled the straw out, stuck it in the cup, slurped every drop but one of the little glass, set it back in the tray that came behind to collect all the little cups, shook the straw out to dry, and placed it back in his pocket. And we all saw it. We were stunned; we were shocked; we could not stop the laughter that welled up inside so we just stayed there a few moments shaking in uncontrollable but silent laughter. Then we were led dutifully back to our seats, and it was over. But I’ll never forget it.
And then there was another time that I gathered with the community of faith at the Lord’s Table. I was in seminary; it was my second year. It was my 6th year of worshiping in Cannon Chapel on Emory’s campus, a place where I would later be married and where we would take our daughter Joy to be baptized. We basically consider it to be our family chapel. In fact, when I first arrived there, I didn’t care much for the space. If you’ve ever seen it, you might have a clue as to why. Having come from spending most of my years growing up in historic sanctuaries and small town churches, when I discovered that Cannon Chapel was “modern” and mostly decorated with copper, wood, and concrete, I was underwhelmed. Those first few Sundays that I attended worship there were wonderful in spite of the space. I just hoped I’d get used to it after a few months of Sundays came to pass. Six years later, it had become a sacred place to me: wood, concrete, copper, and all.
And so there I was on a Friday for the weekly Eucharist in the midst of a difficult semester, a season of questioning about what was next in ministry for me, and some personal challenges, sometimes wondering why on earth I was there and what in heaven’s name God could possibly want with me in a pulpit or the office of an elder in the United Methodist Church. I came to the eucharist that day thinking that I really didn’t have time to be there, that I needed to be several other places, that I had class assignments that were due, that I needed to planning for youth I was working with while in school, maybe just getting some rest, doing anything but being there for a mere 45 minutes—long enough to hear the readings for the day, sing the Psalm, pray for the community and the world, and receive the bread and the cup. I was distracted during the service, not by the concrete and copper but by the questions and queasiness I was wrestling while trying to figure out ministry and life all at the ripe age of 24. And then the celebrant began with the words, “The Lord be with you,” and I started to cry.
In the midst of the chaos, the busy-ness, the uncertainty, I was brought to my knees by the words of the prayer that followers of Christ have been praying for generations: “Pour out your Holy Spirit on us gathered here, and on these gifts of bread and wine. Make them be for us the body and blood of Christ that we may be for the world the body of Christ, redeemed by his blood. Make us one with Christ, one with each other, and one in ministry to all the world until Christ comes in final victory and we feast at the heavenly banquet…” It was a moment of palpable grace for me. In the breath I breathed were the words, voices, and presence of people praying with me as far back as the apostles themselves and so were the words, voices, and presence of people who will come long after me to be joined into the body of Christ, redeemed by his blood. The practice of communal prayer, the practice of coming together to the table, the practice of hearing scripture read and interpreted to the gathered body, the life lived in the community of the faithful—it is a gift, a means of grace, the way that God communicates with us, sometimes when we least expect it.
Our brother John Wesley and his brother Charles were Anglican priests. The Methodist societies they started were groups of Anglicans who gathered together for prayer and bible study but who also continued to attend the weekly service where Eucharist was offered so that they could be sure to receive the grace of God available to them in every opportunity of the gathered body. The ideal of the gathered Body of Christ has always been an important part of the identity and legacy of the people called Methodists. Even our ancestors, the Evangelical United Bretheren with whom the Methodist Church merged in 1968 to become the United Methodist Church held it in high regard to gather together for worship and for study and prayer, understanding the need to attend to the rituals of religious life and to do so with others so that one’s knowledge and love of God would increase as life came and went. The ways that the Wesleys and their class societies understood to be the most common ways we receive God’s grace were prayer, study of scripture, and participation in holy communion—all things that were encouraged to be done with others when at all possible. We know that prayer and study of scripture can be done individually and that John Wesley himself would often receive holy communion when he was alone on the road traveling from one field preaching post to the next, but ultimately the celebration of holy communion is meant to be done with others, in community, with all of our voices raised together in praise and thanksgiving—a holy and living sacrifice in union with Christ’s offering for us.
When Jesus tells Martha that Mary has chosen the better part by removing herself from the preparation of the meal and devoting herself to Jesus and to listening to his word and teaching, we who overhear this exchange learn something about the importance of taking time away from the regular busy-ness of life to be in the presence of Christ. It’s not that Martha was not in his presence doing her preparation routine; but she was not of a mind to pay attention to what he was saying to her as she rushed from one end of the house to the other performing her tasks. When we gather for worship and study, we take the time to pay attention to the voice of God who speaks to us in music, in the spoken word, in the children, in dance and movement, in the words we share together before and after the service, in just being here together to set our busy lives aside for a while and be in the presence of God.
Presence is about being there, being with and for each other, and being with Christ, just as Mary is in our story today: where he meets us—in God’s house, paying attention, listening, doing God’s work, living into God’s grace.
My life of faith would not be what it is today without you, without that kid in Commerce, Georgia, who prepared for communion in his own way that day because he knew what Sunday it was and what was waiting on us at Church, and especially without that moment in Cannon Chapel when I simply sat at the feet of Jesus and listened.
You just have to be there, my friends. You have to be there.
Amen.
At the Home of Martha and Mary
38As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. 39She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord's feet listening to what he said. 40But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, "Lord, don't you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!"
41"Martha, Martha," the Lord answered, "you are worried and upset about many things, 42but only one thing is needed.[a] Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her."
When I was in about the seventh grade, I attended the First United Methodist Church of Commerce, Georgia. It was a beautiful sanctuary, not totally unlike the one we are gathered in today. Great big stained glass windows lined the side walls, long curved pews lined the floor, and a balcony loomed over the main floor. It was there that I sat with my other friends in the youth group every Sunday on the back row. Just as we do here, we received holy communion on the first Sunday of every month in that church, and the dutiful ushers led us row by row to the front where the curved kneeling rail surrounded the altar. The back row of the balcony was usually the last group to gather around the altar together. One first Sunday, there was an elementary-age kid invading our space on the back row, and when it was our turn to go to the front and receive the bread and cup, we lined up neatly around the rail which, because it was curved, made it possible for us to see each other while we were kneeling. As my dad and the other communion server made their way around the rail offering us a small wafer and a tiny cup of grape juice, everyone’s eyes were drawn to the child among us who ended up kneeling at the point in the curved rail where the rest of us had a good view of him. As the wafer and cups made their way to him, he took the wafer just as he should and ate it quietly without much disturbance or mess. The excitement came when he received the cup of juice. He set it down on the rail for just a moment while he reached inside his jacket to the inside pocket where a straw had been carefully placed at home that morning in preparation for church. In what seemed like 2 seconds he pulled the straw out, stuck it in the cup, slurped every drop but one of the little glass, set it back in the tray that came behind to collect all the little cups, shook the straw out to dry, and placed it back in his pocket. And we all saw it. We were stunned; we were shocked; we could not stop the laughter that welled up inside so we just stayed there a few moments shaking in uncontrollable but silent laughter. Then we were led dutifully back to our seats, and it was over. But I’ll never forget it.
And then there was another time that I gathered with the community of faith at the Lord’s Table. I was in seminary; it was my second year. It was my 6th year of worshiping in Cannon Chapel on Emory’s campus, a place where I would later be married and where we would take our daughter Joy to be baptized. We basically consider it to be our family chapel. In fact, when I first arrived there, I didn’t care much for the space. If you’ve ever seen it, you might have a clue as to why. Having come from spending most of my years growing up in historic sanctuaries and small town churches, when I discovered that Cannon Chapel was “modern” and mostly decorated with copper, wood, and concrete, I was underwhelmed. Those first few Sundays that I attended worship there were wonderful in spite of the space. I just hoped I’d get used to it after a few months of Sundays came to pass. Six years later, it had become a sacred place to me: wood, concrete, copper, and all.
And so there I was on a Friday for the weekly Eucharist in the midst of a difficult semester, a season of questioning about what was next in ministry for me, and some personal challenges, sometimes wondering why on earth I was there and what in heaven’s name God could possibly want with me in a pulpit or the office of an elder in the United Methodist Church. I came to the eucharist that day thinking that I really didn’t have time to be there, that I needed to be several other places, that I had class assignments that were due, that I needed to planning for youth I was working with while in school, maybe just getting some rest, doing anything but being there for a mere 45 minutes—long enough to hear the readings for the day, sing the Psalm, pray for the community and the world, and receive the bread and the cup. I was distracted during the service, not by the concrete and copper but by the questions and queasiness I was wrestling while trying to figure out ministry and life all at the ripe age of 24. And then the celebrant began with the words, “The Lord be with you,” and I started to cry.
In the midst of the chaos, the busy-ness, the uncertainty, I was brought to my knees by the words of the prayer that followers of Christ have been praying for generations: “Pour out your Holy Spirit on us gathered here, and on these gifts of bread and wine. Make them be for us the body and blood of Christ that we may be for the world the body of Christ, redeemed by his blood. Make us one with Christ, one with each other, and one in ministry to all the world until Christ comes in final victory and we feast at the heavenly banquet…” It was a moment of palpable grace for me. In the breath I breathed were the words, voices, and presence of people praying with me as far back as the apostles themselves and so were the words, voices, and presence of people who will come long after me to be joined into the body of Christ, redeemed by his blood. The practice of communal prayer, the practice of coming together to the table, the practice of hearing scripture read and interpreted to the gathered body, the life lived in the community of the faithful—it is a gift, a means of grace, the way that God communicates with us, sometimes when we least expect it.
Our brother John Wesley and his brother Charles were Anglican priests. The Methodist societies they started were groups of Anglicans who gathered together for prayer and bible study but who also continued to attend the weekly service where Eucharist was offered so that they could be sure to receive the grace of God available to them in every opportunity of the gathered body. The ideal of the gathered Body of Christ has always been an important part of the identity and legacy of the people called Methodists. Even our ancestors, the Evangelical United Bretheren with whom the Methodist Church merged in 1968 to become the United Methodist Church held it in high regard to gather together for worship and for study and prayer, understanding the need to attend to the rituals of religious life and to do so with others so that one’s knowledge and love of God would increase as life came and went. The ways that the Wesleys and their class societies understood to be the most common ways we receive God’s grace were prayer, study of scripture, and participation in holy communion—all things that were encouraged to be done with others when at all possible. We know that prayer and study of scripture can be done individually and that John Wesley himself would often receive holy communion when he was alone on the road traveling from one field preaching post to the next, but ultimately the celebration of holy communion is meant to be done with others, in community, with all of our voices raised together in praise and thanksgiving—a holy and living sacrifice in union with Christ’s offering for us.
When Jesus tells Martha that Mary has chosen the better part by removing herself from the preparation of the meal and devoting herself to Jesus and to listening to his word and teaching, we who overhear this exchange learn something about the importance of taking time away from the regular busy-ness of life to be in the presence of Christ. It’s not that Martha was not in his presence doing her preparation routine; but she was not of a mind to pay attention to what he was saying to her as she rushed from one end of the house to the other performing her tasks. When we gather for worship and study, we take the time to pay attention to the voice of God who speaks to us in music, in the spoken word, in the children, in dance and movement, in the words we share together before and after the service, in just being here together to set our busy lives aside for a while and be in the presence of God.
Presence is about being there, being with and for each other, and being with Christ, just as Mary is in our story today: where he meets us—in God’s house, paying attention, listening, doing God’s work, living into God’s grace.
My life of faith would not be what it is today without you, without that kid in Commerce, Georgia, who prepared for communion in his own way that day because he knew what Sunday it was and what was waiting on us at Church, and especially without that moment in Cannon Chapel when I simply sat at the feet of Jesus and listened.
You just have to be there, my friends. You have to be there.
Amen.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Why United Methodist Prayers Seem to Work So Well
Luke 11: 1-13
The Lord’s Prayer
He was praying in a certain place, and after he had finished, one of his disciples said to him, ‘Lord, teach us to pray, as John taught his disciples.’ He said to them, ‘When you pray, say:
Father, hallowed be your name.
Your kingdom come.
Give us each day our daily bread.
And forgive us our sins,
for we ourselves forgive everyone indebted to us.
And do not bring us to the time of trial.’
Perseverance in Prayer
And he said to them, ‘Suppose one of you has a friend, and you go to him at midnight and say to him, “Friend, lend me three loaves of bread; for a friend of mine has arrived, and I have nothing to set before him.” And he answers from within, “Do not bother me; the door has already been locked, and my children are with me in bed; I cannot get up and give you anything.” I tell you, even though he will not get up and give him anything because he is his friend, at least because of his persistence he will get up and give him whatever he needs.
‘So I say to you, Ask, and it will be given to you; search, and you will find; knock, and the door will be opened for you. For everyone who asks receives, and everyone who searches finds, and for everyone who knocks, the door will be opened. Is there anyone among you who, if your child asks for a fish, will give a snake instead of a fish? Or if the child asks for an egg, will give a scorpion? If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will the heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!’
In my last appointment, the prayer group that met weekly at church had quite a reputation. It wasn’t the negative kind that congregations sometimes have; it was a positive one. That group of 5 or 6 people were known for their praying. We met every Monday at 1 pm; we went over the prayer list from the Sunday before as well as the monthly list. They kept me updated on the pastoral care needs of the congregation, and I asked them to pray for situations that needed an extra special showering of prayers. It was holy time we spent together, lifting up one another in love and prayer, and asking God to come near to serve the needs of the church and the community.
One week a member of the prayer group came with a request from a friend of hers who attended a local Roman Catholic church. Her friend had sent her with a request for our group and our church to pray for her and said, “Methodist prayers just seem to work better than any others!” What is it that is special about prayer in the Wesleyan tradition?
I have a friend whose mother is an alcoholic. Many Christmases ago, when we were young adults, my friend and I had a long conversation about how the things that we wanted in life, our wish lists, were changing as we matured. She felt a tremendous amount of guilt about that fact that one of the things she often found herself wishing was that her family would stop having to live with the problem that was her mother. “How could I wish my mother to be dead and gone,” she wondered? But what else was she supposed to wish for? She didn’t even know how to live with her mother’s disease anymore. She had been cooking meals and keeping house for herself, her brother, and her father since she was about 11. There just weren’t any words anymore, hardly much feeling left in her. It broke my heart. So I began to pray for my friend and her mother. I didn’t know what I was praying for. I wasn’t praying for a cure to her mother’s alcoholism. Those prayers hadn’t worked before; why would they work now? So I started praying for my friend and her mother every night by name. I simply said their names in prayer, not knowing what to say or how to pray for them, but simply calling God’s attention to their family and the pain they were all living with and how much I hoped God would attend to them. Today, my friend and her mother have found ways to be in each other’s lives, although it is still difficult and always will be. But since then, my friend has found greater and greater peace in her life and with her mother, who still lives with the disease. But I think that I may have been more affected by the prayers for them than either of them was.
What I realized was that I began to feel a very strong connection to both my friend and her mother, a woman I had only met a few times at that point in our lives. I began to care deeply for them and to truly ask God to act in their lives in some way, whether I knew what it would be or not. I didn’t need to control the outcome; I needed to connect to the problem and the hope for its resolution. And connect I did. Not only did I feel a deeper connection with my friend, but I felt a deeper connection with God. Through prayer, I was connecting to the action of God in our lives, to the love and compassion that God shows us through each other, to the feeling of being loved by God beginning to know the heart of God through a very personal relationship that I had with a close friend. I knew that God loved her and her mother, and I knew that it pleased God for me to love them and pray for them. And I know that I was deepening my relationship with God by asking for God to help them in their time of need. Does that make sense?
It takes work to know the heart of God. It takes the work of living through the struggles that our lives present to us and entangle us in every single day. It takes the work of coming to the realization that we need God’s help to get through those struggles and to help each other through. It takes work to build a relationship of any kind, and the relationship we each have with God is the most important we’ll ever have; how much more do we need to work at making sure that connection is strong and alive and growing?
As much as I may like to imagine it so from time to time, Jesus Christ was not a United Methodist. Actually, our dear brother John Wesley was not a United Methodist. But we are, and one of the things that makes us so is our understanding of prayer as a means by which we receive God’s grace. When we pray, we not only speak, but we also listen. We not only ask but we also receive. We don’t control God or time or circumstances or life in anyway. We open ourselves up to the presence and action of the Holy Spirit in our lives and in the lives of others. And we open ourselves to one another in deep and abiding ways so that over time we realize that we are at work in the lives of others, too. By receiving God’s grace in prayer, we also give it to others for whom we pray regularly.
I loved my friend before I ever began to pray for her and her mother; but since that time, I have felt connected to her in a way that I have not felt with many others, and it continues even now, and that first Christmas conversation was more than 10 years ago. It is the grace of God that keeps them both in my heart now, and it is the grace I received by praying for them that helps to deepen my faith and calls me into prayer for others.
Prayer is not passive; it is active. It takes work to listen, to ask, and to receive. We pray when it is easy to give God thanks, and we pray when it is hard to understand what is happening in the world or in our own lives. We pray to bring order into our lives. We pray so that we can do anything else. Brother John said “I have so much to do that I spend several hours in prayer before I am able to do it.” He saw life as lived in constant prayer and so taught the people of the Methodist movement to live their lives. In his sermon A Plain Account of Christian Perfection he says that “whether we speak of, or speak to, God, whether we act or suffer for him, all is prayer.” This is our heritage: life lived seeking the presence, grace, and connection with God.
Right after the attack on the World Trade Centers in New York, CNN ran one of the brand new United Methodist Church television commercials at no cost to the church because we were the only ones putting a hopeful, compassionate message out to the nation at time of deep pain and distress. The ad showed a diverse group of people praying in a variety of ways, and the tag line at the end was, “No matter how you pray, the people of the United Methodist Church are praying with you.”
That is why we are United Methodist.
The Lord’s Prayer
He was praying in a certain place, and after he had finished, one of his disciples said to him, ‘Lord, teach us to pray, as John taught his disciples.’ He said to them, ‘When you pray, say:
Father, hallowed be your name.
Your kingdom come.
Give us each day our daily bread.
And forgive us our sins,
for we ourselves forgive everyone indebted to us.
And do not bring us to the time of trial.’
Perseverance in Prayer
And he said to them, ‘Suppose one of you has a friend, and you go to him at midnight and say to him, “Friend, lend me three loaves of bread; for a friend of mine has arrived, and I have nothing to set before him.” And he answers from within, “Do not bother me; the door has already been locked, and my children are with me in bed; I cannot get up and give you anything.” I tell you, even though he will not get up and give him anything because he is his friend, at least because of his persistence he will get up and give him whatever he needs.
‘So I say to you, Ask, and it will be given to you; search, and you will find; knock, and the door will be opened for you. For everyone who asks receives, and everyone who searches finds, and for everyone who knocks, the door will be opened. Is there anyone among you who, if your child asks for a fish, will give a snake instead of a fish? Or if the child asks for an egg, will give a scorpion? If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will the heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!’
In my last appointment, the prayer group that met weekly at church had quite a reputation. It wasn’t the negative kind that congregations sometimes have; it was a positive one. That group of 5 or 6 people were known for their praying. We met every Monday at 1 pm; we went over the prayer list from the Sunday before as well as the monthly list. They kept me updated on the pastoral care needs of the congregation, and I asked them to pray for situations that needed an extra special showering of prayers. It was holy time we spent together, lifting up one another in love and prayer, and asking God to come near to serve the needs of the church and the community.
One week a member of the prayer group came with a request from a friend of hers who attended a local Roman Catholic church. Her friend had sent her with a request for our group and our church to pray for her and said, “Methodist prayers just seem to work better than any others!” What is it that is special about prayer in the Wesleyan tradition?
I have a friend whose mother is an alcoholic. Many Christmases ago, when we were young adults, my friend and I had a long conversation about how the things that we wanted in life, our wish lists, were changing as we matured. She felt a tremendous amount of guilt about that fact that one of the things she often found herself wishing was that her family would stop having to live with the problem that was her mother. “How could I wish my mother to be dead and gone,” she wondered? But what else was she supposed to wish for? She didn’t even know how to live with her mother’s disease anymore. She had been cooking meals and keeping house for herself, her brother, and her father since she was about 11. There just weren’t any words anymore, hardly much feeling left in her. It broke my heart. So I began to pray for my friend and her mother. I didn’t know what I was praying for. I wasn’t praying for a cure to her mother’s alcoholism. Those prayers hadn’t worked before; why would they work now? So I started praying for my friend and her mother every night by name. I simply said their names in prayer, not knowing what to say or how to pray for them, but simply calling God’s attention to their family and the pain they were all living with and how much I hoped God would attend to them. Today, my friend and her mother have found ways to be in each other’s lives, although it is still difficult and always will be. But since then, my friend has found greater and greater peace in her life and with her mother, who still lives with the disease. But I think that I may have been more affected by the prayers for them than either of them was.
What I realized was that I began to feel a very strong connection to both my friend and her mother, a woman I had only met a few times at that point in our lives. I began to care deeply for them and to truly ask God to act in their lives in some way, whether I knew what it would be or not. I didn’t need to control the outcome; I needed to connect to the problem and the hope for its resolution. And connect I did. Not only did I feel a deeper connection with my friend, but I felt a deeper connection with God. Through prayer, I was connecting to the action of God in our lives, to the love and compassion that God shows us through each other, to the feeling of being loved by God beginning to know the heart of God through a very personal relationship that I had with a close friend. I knew that God loved her and her mother, and I knew that it pleased God for me to love them and pray for them. And I know that I was deepening my relationship with God by asking for God to help them in their time of need. Does that make sense?
It takes work to know the heart of God. It takes the work of living through the struggles that our lives present to us and entangle us in every single day. It takes the work of coming to the realization that we need God’s help to get through those struggles and to help each other through. It takes work to build a relationship of any kind, and the relationship we each have with God is the most important we’ll ever have; how much more do we need to work at making sure that connection is strong and alive and growing?
As much as I may like to imagine it so from time to time, Jesus Christ was not a United Methodist. Actually, our dear brother John Wesley was not a United Methodist. But we are, and one of the things that makes us so is our understanding of prayer as a means by which we receive God’s grace. When we pray, we not only speak, but we also listen. We not only ask but we also receive. We don’t control God or time or circumstances or life in anyway. We open ourselves up to the presence and action of the Holy Spirit in our lives and in the lives of others. And we open ourselves to one another in deep and abiding ways so that over time we realize that we are at work in the lives of others, too. By receiving God’s grace in prayer, we also give it to others for whom we pray regularly.
I loved my friend before I ever began to pray for her and her mother; but since that time, I have felt connected to her in a way that I have not felt with many others, and it continues even now, and that first Christmas conversation was more than 10 years ago. It is the grace of God that keeps them both in my heart now, and it is the grace I received by praying for them that helps to deepen my faith and calls me into prayer for others.
Prayer is not passive; it is active. It takes work to listen, to ask, and to receive. We pray when it is easy to give God thanks, and we pray when it is hard to understand what is happening in the world or in our own lives. We pray to bring order into our lives. We pray so that we can do anything else. Brother John said “I have so much to do that I spend several hours in prayer before I am able to do it.” He saw life as lived in constant prayer and so taught the people of the Methodist movement to live their lives. In his sermon A Plain Account of Christian Perfection he says that “whether we speak of, or speak to, God, whether we act or suffer for him, all is prayer.” This is our heritage: life lived seeking the presence, grace, and connection with God.
Right after the attack on the World Trade Centers in New York, CNN ran one of the brand new United Methodist Church television commercials at no cost to the church because we were the only ones putting a hopeful, compassionate message out to the nation at time of deep pain and distress. The ad showed a diverse group of people praying in a variety of ways, and the tag line at the end was, “No matter how you pray, the people of the United Methodist Church are praying with you.”
That is why we are United Methodist.
Women in the Bible: Sam, the Evangelist
John 4: 1-30, 39
Jesus and the Woman of Samaria
4Now when Jesus learned that the Pharisees had heard, ‘Jesus is making and baptizing more disciples than John’— 2 although it was not Jesus himself but his disciples who baptized— 3he left Judea and started back to Galilee. 4But he had to go through Samaria. 5So he came to a Samaritan city called Sychar, near the plot of ground that Jacob had given to his son Joseph. 6Jacob’s well was there, and Jesus, tired out by his journey, was sitting by the well. It was about noon.
7 A Samaritan woman came to draw water, and Jesus said to her, ‘Give me a drink’. 8(His disciples had gone to the city to buy food.) 9The Samaritan woman said to him, ‘How is it that you, a Jew, ask a drink of me, a woman of Samaria?’ (Jews do not share things in common with Samaritans.) 10Jesus answered her, ‘If you knew the gift of God, and who it is that is saying to you, “Give me a drink”, you would have asked him, and he would have given you living water.’ 11The woman said to him, ‘Sir, you have no bucket, and the well is deep. Where do you get that living water? 12Are you greater than our ancestor Jacob, who gave us the well, and with his sons and his flocks drank from it?’ 13Jesus said to her, ‘Everyone who drinks of this water will be thirsty again, 14but those who drink of the water that I will give them will never be thirsty. The water that I will give will become in them a spring of water gushing up to eternal life.’ 15The woman said to him, ‘Sir, give me this water, so that I may never be thirsty or have to keep coming here to draw water.’
16 Jesus said to her, ‘Go, call your husband, and come back.’ 17The woman answered him, ‘I have no husband.’ Jesus said to her, ‘You are right in saying, “I have no husband”; 18for you have had five husbands, and the one you have now is not your husband. What you have said is true!’ 19The woman said to him, ‘Sir, I see that you are a prophet. 20Our ancestors worshipped on this mountain, but you say that the place where people must worship is in Jerusalem.’ 21Jesus said to her, ‘Woman, believe me, the hour is coming when you will worship the Father neither on this mountain nor in Jerusalem. 22You worship what you do not know; we worship what we know, for salvation is from the Jews. 23But the hour is coming, and is now here, when the true worshippers will worship the Father in spirit and truth, for the Father seeks such as these to worship him. 24God is spirit, and those who worship him must worship in spirit and truth.’ 25The woman said to him, ‘I know that Messiah is coming’ (who is called Christ). ‘When he comes, he will proclaim all things to us.’ 26Jesus said to her, ‘I am he, the one who is speaking to you.’
27 Just then his disciples came. They were astonished that he was speaking with a woman, but no one said, ‘What do you want?’ or, ‘Why are you speaking with her?’ 28Then the woman left her water-jar and went back to the city. She said to the people, 29‘Come and see a man who told me everything I have ever done! He cannot be the Messiah, can he?’ 30They left the city and were on their way to him.
39 Many Samaritans from that city believed in him because of the woman’s testimony, ‘He told me everything I have ever done.’
This text is normally heard during the season of Lent. About halfway through his journey to Jerusalem, Jesus finds himself with the opportunity to travel through Samaria on his way. He probably didn’t have to take the road he took; isn’t that just like Jesus?
On this un-needed sojourn, Jesus meets an un-necessary woman, or at least, she seems this way at first. Coming to the well in the middle of the day is code language for the fact that she was shunned by her community. But Jesus turned that on its ear: this is the longest recorded conversation we know of between Jesus and anyone else. And its kind of a one-sided conversation—it’s all about her: her past, her men, her choices, her consequences, like having to come out in the hottest hours of the day to get the water to sustain your life.
And speaking of her life, Jesus sure does know a lot about it. And isn’t that an interesting testimony that she is left with; “He told me everything I’ve ever done.” Fred Craddock comments that this is not exactly a recitation of the Apostles’ Creed. Barbara Brown Taylor says that when Jesus tells her who she is, he is also telling her who he is. She’s a woman, not allowed to have much choice in how her life is lived out, not even allowed to pray with the men in the synagogue, born a Samaritan and, therefore, a half-breed child of God. The morning devotions of men included a prayer that actually said, basically, “Thank God I am not a woman.” She was all the things that one was not supposed to be—at least one who spent time with the Son of God. But then again, so was he.
I think that sometimes Jesus surprises us with who he is. He know us; he get us; he loves us; he shares God with us. Sam wasn’t really known by anyone anymore, and I am certain that no one “got” her. I wonder if she had ever received much real love in her life, and she was excluded from everything—God included. By knowing and spending time with her, Jesus opened the relationship back up between God and her, and that was something so wonderful in her life, something she needed so much, that she just couldn’t keep quiet about it. I imagine it might have been something like that feeling you have when something unbelievable happens to you and you tell others whom you don’t expect to believe you with a sense of unbelief yourself. Her message is simple: he knew me. My God, he knew me.
And her audience: the people who have no interest in anything she has to say. They already know her. Who cares who else knows her? And her declaration is actually a question: could he be the one? She’s not really even sure of anything except that something unbelievable has happened, something that could change her life forever. And it changed all of our lives. The ones who heard her, not Jews, born enemies of Jesus and his people, call him by name: the Messiah. She is among the first to preach the Word.
Once again, Jesus surprises us with his embrace of this woman. He reminds us that we are all loved beyond expectation by God, no matter who we are or what is in our past. I think that sometimes we hide behind the belief that we are not good enough for God’s love. It is easy to stand outside the love and expectation of God if we can prove that we are undeserving. And to be able to stand outside the love of God is to not live with an expectation on our lives, the expectation of living that love out in our own lives. Once we are brought inside the circle of God’s love and expectation, we now live in the knowledge that something is expected of us. We are expected to live in and contribute to the community. Up until this point, Sam was not allowed to do that. But now she brings them the word, and she suddenly has new expectations around which to orient her life. Now she matters to someone; now she has a story to share. Now she understands that there is love available to her that is positive and supportive, and she’ll have to pay that forward at some point. There is a lot of responsibility tied up in accepting God’s love and grace.
Sam does her part by having the courage to tell an unbelievable story to folks who probably tend not to believe anything that comes out of her mouth. The Greek text tells us that what came out of her mouth was “the Word.” The gospel; the story of Jesus. And it came from her own life.
Maybe you have a story to tell. Maybe you have no cause to make anyone listen to you. Maybe you believe based on experience or your own ideas that no one wants to hear anything you have to say. But you have encountered the graceful love of God, and you need to talk that out, to tell someone.
What are you going to say?
Jesus and the Woman of Samaria
4Now when Jesus learned that the Pharisees had heard, ‘Jesus is making and baptizing more disciples than John’— 2 although it was not Jesus himself but his disciples who baptized— 3he left Judea and started back to Galilee. 4But he had to go through Samaria. 5So he came to a Samaritan city called Sychar, near the plot of ground that Jacob had given to his son Joseph. 6Jacob’s well was there, and Jesus, tired out by his journey, was sitting by the well. It was about noon.
7 A Samaritan woman came to draw water, and Jesus said to her, ‘Give me a drink’. 8(His disciples had gone to the city to buy food.) 9The Samaritan woman said to him, ‘How is it that you, a Jew, ask a drink of me, a woman of Samaria?’ (Jews do not share things in common with Samaritans.) 10Jesus answered her, ‘If you knew the gift of God, and who it is that is saying to you, “Give me a drink”, you would have asked him, and he would have given you living water.’ 11The woman said to him, ‘Sir, you have no bucket, and the well is deep. Where do you get that living water? 12Are you greater than our ancestor Jacob, who gave us the well, and with his sons and his flocks drank from it?’ 13Jesus said to her, ‘Everyone who drinks of this water will be thirsty again, 14but those who drink of the water that I will give them will never be thirsty. The water that I will give will become in them a spring of water gushing up to eternal life.’ 15The woman said to him, ‘Sir, give me this water, so that I may never be thirsty or have to keep coming here to draw water.’
16 Jesus said to her, ‘Go, call your husband, and come back.’ 17The woman answered him, ‘I have no husband.’ Jesus said to her, ‘You are right in saying, “I have no husband”; 18for you have had five husbands, and the one you have now is not your husband. What you have said is true!’ 19The woman said to him, ‘Sir, I see that you are a prophet. 20Our ancestors worshipped on this mountain, but you say that the place where people must worship is in Jerusalem.’ 21Jesus said to her, ‘Woman, believe me, the hour is coming when you will worship the Father neither on this mountain nor in Jerusalem. 22You worship what you do not know; we worship what we know, for salvation is from the Jews. 23But the hour is coming, and is now here, when the true worshippers will worship the Father in spirit and truth, for the Father seeks such as these to worship him. 24God is spirit, and those who worship him must worship in spirit and truth.’ 25The woman said to him, ‘I know that Messiah is coming’ (who is called Christ). ‘When he comes, he will proclaim all things to us.’ 26Jesus said to her, ‘I am he, the one who is speaking to you.’
27 Just then his disciples came. They were astonished that he was speaking with a woman, but no one said, ‘What do you want?’ or, ‘Why are you speaking with her?’ 28Then the woman left her water-jar and went back to the city. She said to the people, 29‘Come and see a man who told me everything I have ever done! He cannot be the Messiah, can he?’ 30They left the city and were on their way to him.
39 Many Samaritans from that city believed in him because of the woman’s testimony, ‘He told me everything I have ever done.’
This text is normally heard during the season of Lent. About halfway through his journey to Jerusalem, Jesus finds himself with the opportunity to travel through Samaria on his way. He probably didn’t have to take the road he took; isn’t that just like Jesus?
On this un-needed sojourn, Jesus meets an un-necessary woman, or at least, she seems this way at first. Coming to the well in the middle of the day is code language for the fact that she was shunned by her community. But Jesus turned that on its ear: this is the longest recorded conversation we know of between Jesus and anyone else. And its kind of a one-sided conversation—it’s all about her: her past, her men, her choices, her consequences, like having to come out in the hottest hours of the day to get the water to sustain your life.
And speaking of her life, Jesus sure does know a lot about it. And isn’t that an interesting testimony that she is left with; “He told me everything I’ve ever done.” Fred Craddock comments that this is not exactly a recitation of the Apostles’ Creed. Barbara Brown Taylor says that when Jesus tells her who she is, he is also telling her who he is. She’s a woman, not allowed to have much choice in how her life is lived out, not even allowed to pray with the men in the synagogue, born a Samaritan and, therefore, a half-breed child of God. The morning devotions of men included a prayer that actually said, basically, “Thank God I am not a woman.” She was all the things that one was not supposed to be—at least one who spent time with the Son of God. But then again, so was he.
I think that sometimes Jesus surprises us with who he is. He know us; he get us; he loves us; he shares God with us. Sam wasn’t really known by anyone anymore, and I am certain that no one “got” her. I wonder if she had ever received much real love in her life, and she was excluded from everything—God included. By knowing and spending time with her, Jesus opened the relationship back up between God and her, and that was something so wonderful in her life, something she needed so much, that she just couldn’t keep quiet about it. I imagine it might have been something like that feeling you have when something unbelievable happens to you and you tell others whom you don’t expect to believe you with a sense of unbelief yourself. Her message is simple: he knew me. My God, he knew me.
And her audience: the people who have no interest in anything she has to say. They already know her. Who cares who else knows her? And her declaration is actually a question: could he be the one? She’s not really even sure of anything except that something unbelievable has happened, something that could change her life forever. And it changed all of our lives. The ones who heard her, not Jews, born enemies of Jesus and his people, call him by name: the Messiah. She is among the first to preach the Word.
Once again, Jesus surprises us with his embrace of this woman. He reminds us that we are all loved beyond expectation by God, no matter who we are or what is in our past. I think that sometimes we hide behind the belief that we are not good enough for God’s love. It is easy to stand outside the love and expectation of God if we can prove that we are undeserving. And to be able to stand outside the love of God is to not live with an expectation on our lives, the expectation of living that love out in our own lives. Once we are brought inside the circle of God’s love and expectation, we now live in the knowledge that something is expected of us. We are expected to live in and contribute to the community. Up until this point, Sam was not allowed to do that. But now she brings them the word, and she suddenly has new expectations around which to orient her life. Now she matters to someone; now she has a story to share. Now she understands that there is love available to her that is positive and supportive, and she’ll have to pay that forward at some point. There is a lot of responsibility tied up in accepting God’s love and grace.
Sam does her part by having the courage to tell an unbelievable story to folks who probably tend not to believe anything that comes out of her mouth. The Greek text tells us that what came out of her mouth was “the Word.” The gospel; the story of Jesus. And it came from her own life.
Maybe you have a story to tell. Maybe you have no cause to make anyone listen to you. Maybe you believe based on experience or your own ideas that no one wants to hear anything you have to say. But you have encountered the graceful love of God, and you need to talk that out, to tell someone.
What are you going to say?
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Women in the Bible: Miriam, the Singer
Exodus 15: 19-21
19 When the horses of Pharaoh with his chariots and his chariot drivers went into the sea, the Lord brought back the waters of the sea upon them; but the Israelites walked through the sea on dry ground.
The Song of Miriam
20 Then the prophet Miriam, Aaron’s sister, took a tambourine in her hand; and all the women went out after her with tambourines and with dancing. 21And Miriam sang to them: ‘Sing to the Lord, for he has triumphed gloriously; horse and rider he has thrown into the sea.’
Truthfully, these few verses do not do Miriam, the sister of Moses, much justice. In fact, usually when you say, “Miriam, you know, Moses’ sister,” everybody says, “Oh, yeah, right.” While Moses’ song is verses and verses long, hers is 1. But then again, that is the story of Miriam: always there with her brother, moving the story of God and God’s salvation for God’s people along, making sure that the right person is available for God’s mission at the right time. Take a quick trip with me back to the beginning of the story of Miriam.
Long before they arrived at the sea of Reeds, also called the Red Sea where Pharoh’s guys lost the trail of the Israelites, Miriam stood at the side of another river: the Nile. The Hebrews were still enslaved in Egypt, and there was an order from the Pharoh for every boy born in the land to be thrown into the river but that the girls were to live. This would prevent the Hebrews for continuing to grow rapidly in number and would allow him to keep control over them. So, Miriam’s mother gave birth to a boy during this time and hid him as long as she could. But when she couldn’t hide him any longer, she put him in a kind of basket and set him into the Nile so that he would not be thrown there and drown. But he wasn’t left their to drown on his own; Miriam was there watching, making sure that he made it. And the story goes that he did make it, at the hand of the Pharoh’s daughter and the breast of his very own mother. How was this boy so lucky? It wasn’t luck: it was Miriam.
Miriam watched her baby brother, Moses, and when Pharoh’s daughter found him, Miriam was the one who suggested that she get a wet nurse for him from among the Hebrew people. It was really a brilliant plan—this way, Moses would be reunited with his mother and her mother with her infant son whom she had given up so that he would have a chance to live. And that chance came under the watchful eye of Miriam. But who among them—Miriam, Moses, their mother, or Pharoh’s daughter—could have known what would come to pass as a result of an older sister’s careful eye?
Ten years ago I was working as the Director of Youth Ministries at the Briarcliff United Methodist Church. About halfway through my tenure there, a family arrived at our church who had 2 teenaged children. The older of the 2 was a girl, and the younger was a boy. The boy was one of the most difficult kids I had ever worked with. He ran away from the church every week for a while when they first started coming. We would have supper and he would have a little fit because he didn’t like the food. Then we would move to the youth room to start our program for the evening, and as soon as we would close our eyes to pray, he would run out of the room. I had to recruit an adult leader just to run after this boy when he ran out of the room because we were close to an outside entrance and located at a pretty busy intersection. I had no idea what he would do, and I was worried about whether or not he would make it, quite honestly, into adulthood. When we went on retreats, there was a constant battle between this guy and the adult chaperones: he didn’t want to participate in our activities and was always starting trouble. He was exhausting. When I left that church as I was getting ready to graduate from seminary, I stood before the congregation on my last Sunday and thanked them, especially the youth and their families, for their gracious welcome to me and for working with me in ministry for a great group of kids. I knew I would miss them.
The troublemaker ran to me after I had addressed the congregation and hugged me tight. “I’m going to miss you so much,” he said. I couldn’t imagine why, but it seemed genuine. A few months ago, this kid—now a young adult working full time and making a way for himself in life—found me on Facebook of all places. He survived. I was relieved to know it having had my doubts. Looking back on that show of emotion, I have wondered if the reason he was going to miss me was that he knew that underneath the correction and the reprimand he constantly received from me he saw that someone was watching out for him, that someone cared what happened to him. I had no idea that he would make it to adulthood or if so be able to support himself and make a life. But he has, knowing that there are people in the world who care about him.
We don’t always get to see the result of the seeds we plant in life, and we don’t always know how much someone’s participating in our lives is going to mean later on. As Miriam stood by the Nile watching that basket that contained her baby brother, I don’t imagine she had any idea they would stand together at the side of the Sea of Reeds, singing the praises of God who had saved them from Egypt, the land where the Pharoh called for the drowning of baby boys and the slavery of the Hebrew people. I bet she had no idea why it would be so important to her people for Moses’ life to be saved. How could she have known as a little girl that Moses would be the one God would choose to stand up to the Pharaoh, to lead the people out of Egypt, and to share with them the vision of the Promised Land and the 10 Commandments? If Miriam had not stood by the side of the Nile, making sure that her brother didn’t perish as so many other baby boys did, Moses would not have been able to consider and say yes to God’s call, to step up with the help of his brother and sister and speak to the Hebrews about the recovery of their freedom, and the religious world as we know it would not be what it is today.
Have you ever wondered if some small thing you have done in someone’s life really made a difference? Has someone done something that seemed small at the time but has played a very big part in who you have turned out to be? God has not promised us that salvation would be an easy road. If you read the whole story of the Exodus, you will find that it was pretty tough going between Egypt and Canaan. The road to Jerusalem was not easy for Jesus. And our journey of faith is not easy for us, either. But thank God there are Miriams in life to give us a boost, watch over us, and make sure that God has the chance to do all the things God wants to do in our lives and through us in the world.
So keep doing the small things in the lives of the people you know. And keep letting people watch over you and urge you along the path that God has chosen for you. You never know what could happen.
Amen.
19 When the horses of Pharaoh with his chariots and his chariot drivers went into the sea, the Lord brought back the waters of the sea upon them; but the Israelites walked through the sea on dry ground.
The Song of Miriam
20 Then the prophet Miriam, Aaron’s sister, took a tambourine in her hand; and all the women went out after her with tambourines and with dancing. 21And Miriam sang to them: ‘Sing to the Lord, for he has triumphed gloriously; horse and rider he has thrown into the sea.’
Truthfully, these few verses do not do Miriam, the sister of Moses, much justice. In fact, usually when you say, “Miriam, you know, Moses’ sister,” everybody says, “Oh, yeah, right.” While Moses’ song is verses and verses long, hers is 1. But then again, that is the story of Miriam: always there with her brother, moving the story of God and God’s salvation for God’s people along, making sure that the right person is available for God’s mission at the right time. Take a quick trip with me back to the beginning of the story of Miriam.
Long before they arrived at the sea of Reeds, also called the Red Sea where Pharoh’s guys lost the trail of the Israelites, Miriam stood at the side of another river: the Nile. The Hebrews were still enslaved in Egypt, and there was an order from the Pharoh for every boy born in the land to be thrown into the river but that the girls were to live. This would prevent the Hebrews for continuing to grow rapidly in number and would allow him to keep control over them. So, Miriam’s mother gave birth to a boy during this time and hid him as long as she could. But when she couldn’t hide him any longer, she put him in a kind of basket and set him into the Nile so that he would not be thrown there and drown. But he wasn’t left their to drown on his own; Miriam was there watching, making sure that he made it. And the story goes that he did make it, at the hand of the Pharoh’s daughter and the breast of his very own mother. How was this boy so lucky? It wasn’t luck: it was Miriam.
Miriam watched her baby brother, Moses, and when Pharoh’s daughter found him, Miriam was the one who suggested that she get a wet nurse for him from among the Hebrew people. It was really a brilliant plan—this way, Moses would be reunited with his mother and her mother with her infant son whom she had given up so that he would have a chance to live. And that chance came under the watchful eye of Miriam. But who among them—Miriam, Moses, their mother, or Pharoh’s daughter—could have known what would come to pass as a result of an older sister’s careful eye?
Ten years ago I was working as the Director of Youth Ministries at the Briarcliff United Methodist Church. About halfway through my tenure there, a family arrived at our church who had 2 teenaged children. The older of the 2 was a girl, and the younger was a boy. The boy was one of the most difficult kids I had ever worked with. He ran away from the church every week for a while when they first started coming. We would have supper and he would have a little fit because he didn’t like the food. Then we would move to the youth room to start our program for the evening, and as soon as we would close our eyes to pray, he would run out of the room. I had to recruit an adult leader just to run after this boy when he ran out of the room because we were close to an outside entrance and located at a pretty busy intersection. I had no idea what he would do, and I was worried about whether or not he would make it, quite honestly, into adulthood. When we went on retreats, there was a constant battle between this guy and the adult chaperones: he didn’t want to participate in our activities and was always starting trouble. He was exhausting. When I left that church as I was getting ready to graduate from seminary, I stood before the congregation on my last Sunday and thanked them, especially the youth and their families, for their gracious welcome to me and for working with me in ministry for a great group of kids. I knew I would miss them.
The troublemaker ran to me after I had addressed the congregation and hugged me tight. “I’m going to miss you so much,” he said. I couldn’t imagine why, but it seemed genuine. A few months ago, this kid—now a young adult working full time and making a way for himself in life—found me on Facebook of all places. He survived. I was relieved to know it having had my doubts. Looking back on that show of emotion, I have wondered if the reason he was going to miss me was that he knew that underneath the correction and the reprimand he constantly received from me he saw that someone was watching out for him, that someone cared what happened to him. I had no idea that he would make it to adulthood or if so be able to support himself and make a life. But he has, knowing that there are people in the world who care about him.
We don’t always get to see the result of the seeds we plant in life, and we don’t always know how much someone’s participating in our lives is going to mean later on. As Miriam stood by the Nile watching that basket that contained her baby brother, I don’t imagine she had any idea they would stand together at the side of the Sea of Reeds, singing the praises of God who had saved them from Egypt, the land where the Pharoh called for the drowning of baby boys and the slavery of the Hebrew people. I bet she had no idea why it would be so important to her people for Moses’ life to be saved. How could she have known as a little girl that Moses would be the one God would choose to stand up to the Pharaoh, to lead the people out of Egypt, and to share with them the vision of the Promised Land and the 10 Commandments? If Miriam had not stood by the side of the Nile, making sure that her brother didn’t perish as so many other baby boys did, Moses would not have been able to consider and say yes to God’s call, to step up with the help of his brother and sister and speak to the Hebrews about the recovery of their freedom, and the religious world as we know it would not be what it is today.
Have you ever wondered if some small thing you have done in someone’s life really made a difference? Has someone done something that seemed small at the time but has played a very big part in who you have turned out to be? God has not promised us that salvation would be an easy road. If you read the whole story of the Exodus, you will find that it was pretty tough going between Egypt and Canaan. The road to Jerusalem was not easy for Jesus. And our journey of faith is not easy for us, either. But thank God there are Miriams in life to give us a boost, watch over us, and make sure that God has the chance to do all the things God wants to do in our lives and through us in the world.
So keep doing the small things in the lives of the people you know. And keep letting people watch over you and urge you along the path that God has chosen for you. You never know what could happen.
Amen.
Women in the Bible: Rahab, the Savior
Joshua 2:1-22
Then Joshua son of Nun sent two men secretly from Shittim as spies, saying, ‘Go, view the land, especially Jericho.’ So they went, and entered the house of a prostitute whose name was Rahab, and spent the night there. The king of Jericho was told, ‘Some Israelites have come here tonight to search out the land.’ Then the king of Jericho sent orders to Rahab, ‘Bring out the men who have come to you, who entered your house, for they have come only to search out the whole land.’ But the woman took the two men and hid them. Then she said, ‘True, the men came to me, but I did not know where they came from. And when it was time to close the gate at dark, the men went out. Where the men went I do not know. Pursue them quickly, for you can overtake them.’ She had, however, brought them up to the roof and hidden them with the stalks of flax that she had laid out on the roof. So the men pursued them on the way to the Jordan as far as the fords. As soon as the pursuers had gone out, the gate was shut.
Before they went to sleep, she came up to them on the roof and said to the men: ‘I know that the Lord has given you the land, and that dread of you has fallen on us, and that all the inhabitants of the land melt in fear before you. For we have heard how the Lord dried up the water of the Red Sea before you when you came out of Egypt, and what you did to the two kings of the Amorites that were beyond the Jordan, to Sihon and Og, whom you utterly destroyed. As soon as we heard it, our hearts failed, and there was no courage left in any of us because of you. The Lord your God is indeed God in heaven above and on earth below. Now then, since I have dealt kindly with you, swear to me by the Lord that you in turn will deal kindly with my family. Give me a sign of good faith that you will spare my father and mother, my brothers and sisters, and all who belong to them, and deliver our lives from death.’ The men said to her, ‘Our life for yours! If you do not tell this business of ours, then we will deal kindly and faithfully with you when the Lord gives us the land.’
Then she let them down by a rope through the window, for her house was on the outer side of the city wall and she resided within the wall itself. She said to them, ‘Go towards the hill country, so that the pursuers may not come upon you. Hide yourselves there for three days, until the pursuers have returned; then afterwards you may go on your way.’ The men said to her, ‘We will be released from this oath that you have made us swear to you if we invade the land and you do not tie this crimson cord in the window through which you let us down, and you do not gather into your house your father and mother, your brothers, and all your family. If any of you go out of the doors of your house into the street, they shall be responsible for their own death, and we shall be innocent; but if a hand is laid upon any who are with you in the house, we shall bear the responsibility for their death. But if you tell this business of ours, then we shall be released from this oath that you made us swear to you.’ She said, ‘According to your words, so be it.’ She sent them away and they departed. Then she tied the crimson cord in the window.
They departed and went into the hill country and stayed there for three days, until the pursuers returned. The pursuers had searched all along the way and found nothing.
If you have ever felt like an outsider, than have we got a story for you today!
Allow me to introduce you to today’s “Woman of the Bible”: Rahab. Here’s what we know about her:
• She was a prostitute,
• The king knew her (he sent word to her, specifically, about the men who had come to her),
• She believed that YHWH was the God of heaven and earth,
• She wanted to protect her family,
• She was from a poor family who apparently depended on her for livelihood
• She had courage,
• She observed Passover (because of the flax on the roof of the house she lived in),
• She was the mother of Boaz, one of the main characters in the story of Esther and the reason Rahab is mentioned in the genealogy of Jesus in the gospel of Matthew,
• She was shrewd, a quality that Jesus seemed to approve of when it came to
negotiating the entrance of the kingdom of God.
So, why her? Why today? What do we need to hear about this woman’s witness to the love and life of God?
You may have noticed the job description I have given her in the sermon title for today: Rahab, the Savior. This is in no way meant to be offensive but to provoke your thought and imagination about the many ways that God’s hand saves us in many different situations. Without Rahab, Joshua might not have been able to “fit the battle of Jericho,” and Rahab would not have married Salmon, the father of Boaz, and we might not have had a window into the ways that God loves and works through even the most unexpected and, in our eyes, undeserving human beings.
Much has been written about King David and his shameful act of just taking a woman he wanted away from her husband by having him killed. But he was a king, beloved already by God, and went on to great things and a great legacy among the Hebrew people, so he is excused: beloved and excused. More and more is being conceptualized about Prostitute Rahab and her courageous act in helping the spies from the camp of Joshua, who was working hard to make the vision of the promised land come to pass for the Hebrews who had been rescued from Egypt in another generation by God through the life of Moses. Perhaps she, too, deserves a great place in the history of the people of God: a place in the generational lineage of Abraham to Jesus, a place among the great ancestors of faith mentioned in the letter to the Hebrews, a place in the definition of works as a demonstration of faith in the letter of James. Rahab is on the scene, just like the men of her day, offering her life for the salvation of her people and the people of God.
Now when I say her people, I mean that in the Southern way we talk about our “people.” Surely you’ve heard or maybe even said it yourself: “I know some of her people,” or “You know, her people are from up north in the mountains.” Rahab’s people were her family, and they were likely poor and unnoticed by the rest of the society of Jericho and the land of Canaan—the very place God had promised to the Hebrews as their new homeland. As a poor woman from a poor family, whose options for making a living were extremely limited, she did what she had to do to support her mother and father and siblings and family. And she lived not belonging to any group within Canaanite society but on the margins—literally living in the wall between the city of Jericho and the outside world. She was about as much of an outsider as you could find—no one wanted her as her best friend, lover, wife, mother, or even child.
…until they needed her. Of all the houses and all the prostitutes in the world, how lucky those spies were to have walked into the life of Rahab!
A little Joshua background: Joshua was the one to take over leadership of the Israelites in exile from Moses. He was a fairly young guy, probably on the biggest conquest of his life. He loved and served God and encouraged the people to keep faith and heart as they continued to journey toward the new life of freedom that God had promised them as they were coming out of Egypt. In fact, think back to that time of passing over from slavery to freedom for those folks: there are some references to the first Passover in the story of Rahab. The flax on the roof of the house—a tradition of Passover. The crimson cord by which Rahab would communicate safety to Joshua’s spies—a symbol of the blood of the lamb to be put over the doors of the Hebrews during the slaughter of the firstborn of Egypt as the Hebrews were being delivered. These signs of a connection between Rahab and one of the most important holy observances of the Hebrews are important indicators that in heart she is one of them: finally a place for her to belong and contribute.
I think one of the reasons we often feel marginalized is that we cannot find ways to contribute to communal life. Have you ever said to yourself, “If only they knew what I have to give?” I think it’s a question that resonates with people in a very deep place: belonging is not just about getting along with most everybody. It is also about having a place and a purpose for being in that group. This was Rahab’s moment; after a life of living in between and making decisions that isolated her from any community, this was finally the time for her to matter, for her life to make a difference.
Are you wondering when that time will come for you? It’s easy to get wrapped up in the tasks of daily life—work, taking care of family, connecting with friends, to do lists—and to forget that there is a bigger purpose for each of us as we make our way through life on this earth together. There is a place for each one of us to belong in the reign of God: there are gifts for each one of us to use; there is courage for each one of us to exercise; there is acceptance for each one of us to feel; and there is work for each one of us to do. Salvation from death, whether it be at the hands of sin, depression, disease, war, or anything else that pursues us in this life, is available to us. Jesus showed us that salvation from God is open to all people as he overturned death in his resurrection. Rahab showed us that really anyone can participate in salvation as she came from the margins, from outside the Hebrew community and tradition, recognized our God as the God of all, and offered salvation to the Israelites through putting her own safety at risk and her marginalized place in society to good use. Without that red cord, where would the people of God be today?
We don’t thank God for the life of Rahab because she was a prostitute, because she lived on the margins, or because she was a woman. We give thanks to God for her life because she had courage to respond to the goodness of God in a terrible situation for herself and her family. She had the courage to recognize that God could save her and her family from indebtedness that could never be repaid and a life of slavery to that debt. She had the courage to help people she didn’t know but whom she knew were out to kill her and her fellow Canaanites. She embraced the power of God to save others, not for her own sake, but for the sake of people whom she loved.
I like to think of Rahab as the first one at the middle school dance to get up from the row of chairs around the wall of the gym and go ask someone to join her on the dance floor. She may not be wearing the best dress, but she has the courage to make a place for herself. She will be remembered for generations and her story told.
Because of Rahab’s belief in the saving power of God, she, herself, became a kind of savior for others. She believed so much in the power of God to save even folks outside the recognized “family” that she took a step out in faith that God would save her, too. It takes courage to believe in God, my friends. It takes courage to believe that you don’t have to stay on the outside or continue to be marginalized. Our sister Rahab has shown us with her life that no matter who you are, God loves you, looks after you, and can use you to help others. You may think you are on the outside, that you have nothing to give, that no one cares about you. But God has made you, loves you, and helps you find your place in the life of the community to contribute, to give back, to belong.
This may be your place. This body of faithful folk may be the one where you can let God’s love pull you in, you can find the courage God has given you to reach out to others who are on the outside, where you help save someone else. Rahab is not some far away, fairy tale character in the Bible. She is us, and we are her.
So muster up your courage, my friends, to find the place in God’s reign where you belong, where you are needed, where you can contribute. And there you will find Rahab, a prostitute, a poor woman, one whom the rest of the community was willing to overlook. And she will be there cheering you on, handing you a red cord, and giving you courage to help someone else.
May it be for you.
Amen.
Then Joshua son of Nun sent two men secretly from Shittim as spies, saying, ‘Go, view the land, especially Jericho.’ So they went, and entered the house of a prostitute whose name was Rahab, and spent the night there. The king of Jericho was told, ‘Some Israelites have come here tonight to search out the land.’ Then the king of Jericho sent orders to Rahab, ‘Bring out the men who have come to you, who entered your house, for they have come only to search out the whole land.’ But the woman took the two men and hid them. Then she said, ‘True, the men came to me, but I did not know where they came from. And when it was time to close the gate at dark, the men went out. Where the men went I do not know. Pursue them quickly, for you can overtake them.’ She had, however, brought them up to the roof and hidden them with the stalks of flax that she had laid out on the roof. So the men pursued them on the way to the Jordan as far as the fords. As soon as the pursuers had gone out, the gate was shut.
Before they went to sleep, she came up to them on the roof and said to the men: ‘I know that the Lord has given you the land, and that dread of you has fallen on us, and that all the inhabitants of the land melt in fear before you. For we have heard how the Lord dried up the water of the Red Sea before you when you came out of Egypt, and what you did to the two kings of the Amorites that were beyond the Jordan, to Sihon and Og, whom you utterly destroyed. As soon as we heard it, our hearts failed, and there was no courage left in any of us because of you. The Lord your God is indeed God in heaven above and on earth below. Now then, since I have dealt kindly with you, swear to me by the Lord that you in turn will deal kindly with my family. Give me a sign of good faith that you will spare my father and mother, my brothers and sisters, and all who belong to them, and deliver our lives from death.’ The men said to her, ‘Our life for yours! If you do not tell this business of ours, then we will deal kindly and faithfully with you when the Lord gives us the land.’
Then she let them down by a rope through the window, for her house was on the outer side of the city wall and she resided within the wall itself. She said to them, ‘Go towards the hill country, so that the pursuers may not come upon you. Hide yourselves there for three days, until the pursuers have returned; then afterwards you may go on your way.’ The men said to her, ‘We will be released from this oath that you have made us swear to you if we invade the land and you do not tie this crimson cord in the window through which you let us down, and you do not gather into your house your father and mother, your brothers, and all your family. If any of you go out of the doors of your house into the street, they shall be responsible for their own death, and we shall be innocent; but if a hand is laid upon any who are with you in the house, we shall bear the responsibility for their death. But if you tell this business of ours, then we shall be released from this oath that you made us swear to you.’ She said, ‘According to your words, so be it.’ She sent them away and they departed. Then she tied the crimson cord in the window.
They departed and went into the hill country and stayed there for three days, until the pursuers returned. The pursuers had searched all along the way and found nothing.
If you have ever felt like an outsider, than have we got a story for you today!
Allow me to introduce you to today’s “Woman of the Bible”: Rahab. Here’s what we know about her:
• She was a prostitute,
• The king knew her (he sent word to her, specifically, about the men who had come to her),
• She believed that YHWH was the God of heaven and earth,
• She wanted to protect her family,
• She was from a poor family who apparently depended on her for livelihood
• She had courage,
• She observed Passover (because of the flax on the roof of the house she lived in),
• She was the mother of Boaz, one of the main characters in the story of Esther and the reason Rahab is mentioned in the genealogy of Jesus in the gospel of Matthew,
• She was shrewd, a quality that Jesus seemed to approve of when it came to
negotiating the entrance of the kingdom of God.
So, why her? Why today? What do we need to hear about this woman’s witness to the love and life of God?
You may have noticed the job description I have given her in the sermon title for today: Rahab, the Savior. This is in no way meant to be offensive but to provoke your thought and imagination about the many ways that God’s hand saves us in many different situations. Without Rahab, Joshua might not have been able to “fit the battle of Jericho,” and Rahab would not have married Salmon, the father of Boaz, and we might not have had a window into the ways that God loves and works through even the most unexpected and, in our eyes, undeserving human beings.
Much has been written about King David and his shameful act of just taking a woman he wanted away from her husband by having him killed. But he was a king, beloved already by God, and went on to great things and a great legacy among the Hebrew people, so he is excused: beloved and excused. More and more is being conceptualized about Prostitute Rahab and her courageous act in helping the spies from the camp of Joshua, who was working hard to make the vision of the promised land come to pass for the Hebrews who had been rescued from Egypt in another generation by God through the life of Moses. Perhaps she, too, deserves a great place in the history of the people of God: a place in the generational lineage of Abraham to Jesus, a place among the great ancestors of faith mentioned in the letter to the Hebrews, a place in the definition of works as a demonstration of faith in the letter of James. Rahab is on the scene, just like the men of her day, offering her life for the salvation of her people and the people of God.
Now when I say her people, I mean that in the Southern way we talk about our “people.” Surely you’ve heard or maybe even said it yourself: “I know some of her people,” or “You know, her people are from up north in the mountains.” Rahab’s people were her family, and they were likely poor and unnoticed by the rest of the society of Jericho and the land of Canaan—the very place God had promised to the Hebrews as their new homeland. As a poor woman from a poor family, whose options for making a living were extremely limited, she did what she had to do to support her mother and father and siblings and family. And she lived not belonging to any group within Canaanite society but on the margins—literally living in the wall between the city of Jericho and the outside world. She was about as much of an outsider as you could find—no one wanted her as her best friend, lover, wife, mother, or even child.
…until they needed her. Of all the houses and all the prostitutes in the world, how lucky those spies were to have walked into the life of Rahab!
A little Joshua background: Joshua was the one to take over leadership of the Israelites in exile from Moses. He was a fairly young guy, probably on the biggest conquest of his life. He loved and served God and encouraged the people to keep faith and heart as they continued to journey toward the new life of freedom that God had promised them as they were coming out of Egypt. In fact, think back to that time of passing over from slavery to freedom for those folks: there are some references to the first Passover in the story of Rahab. The flax on the roof of the house—a tradition of Passover. The crimson cord by which Rahab would communicate safety to Joshua’s spies—a symbol of the blood of the lamb to be put over the doors of the Hebrews during the slaughter of the firstborn of Egypt as the Hebrews were being delivered. These signs of a connection between Rahab and one of the most important holy observances of the Hebrews are important indicators that in heart she is one of them: finally a place for her to belong and contribute.
I think one of the reasons we often feel marginalized is that we cannot find ways to contribute to communal life. Have you ever said to yourself, “If only they knew what I have to give?” I think it’s a question that resonates with people in a very deep place: belonging is not just about getting along with most everybody. It is also about having a place and a purpose for being in that group. This was Rahab’s moment; after a life of living in between and making decisions that isolated her from any community, this was finally the time for her to matter, for her life to make a difference.
Are you wondering when that time will come for you? It’s easy to get wrapped up in the tasks of daily life—work, taking care of family, connecting with friends, to do lists—and to forget that there is a bigger purpose for each of us as we make our way through life on this earth together. There is a place for each one of us to belong in the reign of God: there are gifts for each one of us to use; there is courage for each one of us to exercise; there is acceptance for each one of us to feel; and there is work for each one of us to do. Salvation from death, whether it be at the hands of sin, depression, disease, war, or anything else that pursues us in this life, is available to us. Jesus showed us that salvation from God is open to all people as he overturned death in his resurrection. Rahab showed us that really anyone can participate in salvation as she came from the margins, from outside the Hebrew community and tradition, recognized our God as the God of all, and offered salvation to the Israelites through putting her own safety at risk and her marginalized place in society to good use. Without that red cord, where would the people of God be today?
We don’t thank God for the life of Rahab because she was a prostitute, because she lived on the margins, or because she was a woman. We give thanks to God for her life because she had courage to respond to the goodness of God in a terrible situation for herself and her family. She had the courage to recognize that God could save her and her family from indebtedness that could never be repaid and a life of slavery to that debt. She had the courage to help people she didn’t know but whom she knew were out to kill her and her fellow Canaanites. She embraced the power of God to save others, not for her own sake, but for the sake of people whom she loved.
I like to think of Rahab as the first one at the middle school dance to get up from the row of chairs around the wall of the gym and go ask someone to join her on the dance floor. She may not be wearing the best dress, but she has the courage to make a place for herself. She will be remembered for generations and her story told.
Because of Rahab’s belief in the saving power of God, she, herself, became a kind of savior for others. She believed so much in the power of God to save even folks outside the recognized “family” that she took a step out in faith that God would save her, too. It takes courage to believe in God, my friends. It takes courage to believe that you don’t have to stay on the outside or continue to be marginalized. Our sister Rahab has shown us with her life that no matter who you are, God loves you, looks after you, and can use you to help others. You may think you are on the outside, that you have nothing to give, that no one cares about you. But God has made you, loves you, and helps you find your place in the life of the community to contribute, to give back, to belong.
This may be your place. This body of faithful folk may be the one where you can let God’s love pull you in, you can find the courage God has given you to reach out to others who are on the outside, where you help save someone else. Rahab is not some far away, fairy tale character in the Bible. She is us, and we are her.
So muster up your courage, my friends, to find the place in God’s reign where you belong, where you are needed, where you can contribute. And there you will find Rahab, a prostitute, a poor woman, one whom the rest of the community was willing to overlook. And she will be there cheering you on, handing you a red cord, and giving you courage to help someone else.
May it be for you.
Amen.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Women in the Bible: Mary Magdalene, the Faithful
John 20: 1-18
Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb and saw that the stone had been removed from the tomb. 2So she ran and went to Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one whom Jesus loved, and said to them, ‘They have taken the Lord out of the tomb, and we do not know where they have laid him.’ 3Then Peter and the other disciple set out and went towards the tomb. 4The two were running together, but the other disciple outran Peter and reached the tomb first. 5He bent down to look in and saw the linen wrappings lying there, but he did not go in. 6Then Simon Peter came, following him, and went into the tomb. He saw the linen wrappings lying there, 7and the cloth that had been on Jesus’ head, not lying with the linen wrappings but rolled up in a place by itself. 8Then the other disciple, who reached the tomb first, also went in, and he saw and believed; 9for as yet they did not understand the scripture, that he must rise from the dead. 10Then the disciples returned to their homes.
11 But Mary stood weeping outside the tomb. As she wept, she bent over to look into the tomb; 12and she saw two angels in white, sitting where the body of Jesus had been lying, one at the head and the other at the feet. 13They said to her, ‘Woman, why are you weeping?’ She said to them, ‘They have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid him.’ 14When she had said this, she turned round and saw Jesus standing there, but she did not know that it was Jesus. 15Jesus said to her, ‘Woman, why are you weeping? For whom are you looking?’ Supposing him to be the gardener, she said to him, ‘Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have laid him, and I will take him away.’ 16Jesus said to her, ‘Mary!’ She turned and said to him in Hebrew, ‘Rabbouni!’ (which means Teacher). 17Jesus said to her, ‘Do not hold on to me, because I have not yet ascended to the Father. But go to my brothers and say to them, “I am ascending to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.” ’ 18Mary Magdalene went and announced to the disciples, ‘I have seen the Lord’; and she told them that he had said these things to her.
Poor Mary Magdalene.
I suspect she spent most of her life wondering: what would it have been like to be one of the 12? Obviously in those days it wouldn’t have been possible or even proper for her to have been one of the guys, and she certainly did not make it into the lists of Jesus’ disciples given in all 4 of our gospels. But she is mentioned as a companion of Jesus in Luke’s gospel, after the twelve, of course, and along with 2 other women from whom Jesus had cast our evil spirits or demons—not a very impressive introduction to this woman who would become the very first person to whom the risen Christ would reveal himself.
The church has perpetrated Mary Magdalene for centuries as a prostitute, linking her with the story in John 7 and 8 of the woman caught in the act of adultery, but that woman is never named. The references in the gospels to Jesus casting seven demons out of Mary Magdalene is another reason that ancient scholars and church officials tried to make a sexual sinner out of Mary. But Mary’s friends and admirers through out the ages of church history have kept the faith and now found no proof that she ever sold herself or was caught in any kind of inappropriate act that would deem her deserving of such a derogatory identification. So, rather than speculate on what we don’t know for sure about her, let’s talk about what we do know.
Mary was from the town of Magdala. It was a small place on the Western shore of the Sea of Galilee. So, you could say she was a hometown girl. Most of the other disciples were found at Galilee’s shore; so was she, apparently. Most of the other guys were just regular guys, fishing and making a living. Then they were called and they followed. We don’t know how Mary became a part of the group, but we know she was faithful.
Do you remember that it was Mary who was at the cross with the other women? We have accounts in the gospels of the events that took place surrounding Jesus’ death: Judas turning Jesus in for money, Peter denying that he knew him, and no record whatsoever of the 12 being present with Jesus in the last hours of his life except for John, the one to whom Jesus gave his mother. But there is Mary—standing, praying, weeping, experiencing the death of one whose life had transformed her own. For a long time she had been witness to his teaching, his healing, his forgiving, his very life. We suspect that the women were the ones taking care of the needs of Jesus and the 12 as they traveled. Mary had been supporting the ministry of Jesus for some time, and she wasn’t about to give that up now.
It’s almost like she knew that something extraordinary was going on. She was faithful to Jesus to the very end and beyond. When the disciples were nowhere to be found at the cross, she was there. When they were hiding behind closed doors, she was scurrying to the tomb early in the morning on the third day to be sure that Jesus’ body was properly prepared for death since he had died so close to the Sabbath day. When the ones she called to come and see the tomb ran away, she stayed around, unsure of what was happening but I imagine with some sense that there was more to be experienced there than the emptiness of the place where they had buried her Lord. She was faithful; she was there.
There were a million reasons for her not to be there. She was, after all, a girl. Being considered of delicate existence and second-class citizenship, women were not to be part of the team. They could cook for the team, but they would not play a role in helping the team do their work. I suspect she might have been a little aggressive since she actually did make it into the gospels—all 4!—and was the one that was sent to tell the others that Jesus had risen from the tomb and overcome death. And while we’re on the subject, Peter and the beloved disciple came to the tomb, saw that Jesus wasn’t there, and went back home. We are not told that they looked for Jesus, that they stopped off anywhere to tell anyone what they had seen. Mary is the one given the charge by Jesus to go and tell the guys what has happened. Mary is the first witness to encounter the risen Christ.
That is quite an honor.
I have to wonder what that conversation was like. We know what she said: “I have seen the Lord.” What we know as we read further in John 20 is that when Jesus appeared to the disciples, they were huddled together behind closed doors “for fear of the Jews.” And when they saw him and heard him, they rejoiced. What did they do when Mary appeared and told them what she had seen? Perhaps we should let Thomas off the proverbial doubting hook since apparently his brothers also came to believe the risen Christ when they saw him. I would love to have been a fly on the inside of the closed up room when Mary gave the password, came in, and told them what she saw.
Throughout her own life and throughout her life as a revered and sometimes reviled figure in the history of our faith, Mary Magdalene has been questioned about her faith. Was she a prostitute? Was she married to Jesus? What effect did the demons who possessed her have on her life? We have questioned her and questioned her, seemingly trying to beat the faithfulness out of her and get at the real reason why she always seemed to be around wherever Jesus was. We have put obstacles between her and our acknowledgement of her as a true disciple of Jesus, and we have missed until the recent past what I believe is the real story of Mary Magdalene: she was faithful. She attended to the needs of Jesus and the disciples as they traveled around offering the love of God in every place they went. She attended to the pain and suffering of Jesus as he stood up to the trials and tests of his spirit and his very life when he was crucified. And she got up early to get to his tomb as soon as she could so that his body would not have to go a moment longer than required in respect of the Sabbath without a proper burial. She even stayed around at the tomb, wondering what to do next when he was no where to be found and the others, having seen for themselves that he was not buried where he had once been, went home. She was there; she was faithful.
Mary probably didn’t have an easy life. None of us do who decide to follow Jesus and attend to his ministry in the world. But she never stopped being faithful to him. Even through the ages of our questioning of her character, she has remained faithful. She was a disciple of Jesus. She followed in the path of his ministry. She told his story. Even when she wasn’t sure what she was experiencing, she knew it was of God, and she gathered other people around it so that they could know God’s action, too. She was there; she was faithful.
These days the church doesn’t ask a lot of us. We are happy to be able to report good numbers in worship attendance and a month or two of operating in the financial black. And while these are good things that do indicate the level of health of the church, faithfulness is so much more than that. For us it is often measured in numbers. One of the problems I have at Annual Conference every year is that I over hear my clergy brothers and sisters greeting each other in the name of 150 or 200 people in worship, a $1,000,000 new building, or a great big ministry staff instead of offering to each other their own versions of Mary’s greeting to the disciples: “I have seen the Lord.” How our lives might be transformed if we chose to look upon our faithfulness to the church in ways that would measure how we are sharing Mary’s testimony with the world in our parish: “I have seen him, and it has changed my life.”
There are obstacles between us and our faithfulness. Summer Sunday mornings, when life seems to be more calm and relaxed, often call us to read the paper, sit on the porch, or go to brunch instead of coming to hear the Word of God and experience the support and encouragement of the gathered body of Christ. Our busy jobs and family lives pull us away from finding ways to serve the community, especially here in Grant Park where not everyone lives the kind of lives that we live with enough to eat, wear, and entertain ourselves. Our questions about things that the institution of the church does and doesn’t do sometimes separate us from the ministry of the gospel that is before us everywhere we look:
• in the lives of children who need something constructive to do during the summer or who need to know that someone cares about them year round,
• in the lives of senior adults who are wasting away in loneliness and who need to know that there are places where they can reach out to and be reached by other people who want to love them,
• at the “other schools” to which we don’t want to send our children but to which somebody’s kids have to go and whose students need a little extra help in tutoring or in mentoring.
There are obstacles to faithfulness, but our sister Mary did not heed those obstacles. Instead, her faithfulness gave her the gift of being the first to encounter the risen Christ and being the first to get to tell the good news.
What will your faithfulness bring to your life? Are there obstacles standing in the way of you living out your faith the way Jesus is calling you to do? Are there things that keep you from participating in the body of Christ and cause your faith to be shaken from time to time? Are there ways that you would like to practice your faith but you are afraid to do so? Let Mary be inspiration for you, for in a time when women were to be seen and not heard, she was the first to say “I have seen the Lord.” And in a time when women were to take their place in the back of the crowd, she was up front and center at the foot of the cross when others had found it too difficult to be there. And in time when women were mostly used to create a comfortable environment, she became a force to be reckoned with throughout the ages that would come after her, threatening the status quo with every century that passed.
And she was a girl.
Imagine all the things that your faithfulness could bring into being.
Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb and saw that the stone had been removed from the tomb. 2So she ran and went to Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one whom Jesus loved, and said to them, ‘They have taken the Lord out of the tomb, and we do not know where they have laid him.’ 3Then Peter and the other disciple set out and went towards the tomb. 4The two were running together, but the other disciple outran Peter and reached the tomb first. 5He bent down to look in and saw the linen wrappings lying there, but he did not go in. 6Then Simon Peter came, following him, and went into the tomb. He saw the linen wrappings lying there, 7and the cloth that had been on Jesus’ head, not lying with the linen wrappings but rolled up in a place by itself. 8Then the other disciple, who reached the tomb first, also went in, and he saw and believed; 9for as yet they did not understand the scripture, that he must rise from the dead. 10Then the disciples returned to their homes.
11 But Mary stood weeping outside the tomb. As she wept, she bent over to look into the tomb; 12and she saw two angels in white, sitting where the body of Jesus had been lying, one at the head and the other at the feet. 13They said to her, ‘Woman, why are you weeping?’ She said to them, ‘They have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid him.’ 14When she had said this, she turned round and saw Jesus standing there, but she did not know that it was Jesus. 15Jesus said to her, ‘Woman, why are you weeping? For whom are you looking?’ Supposing him to be the gardener, she said to him, ‘Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have laid him, and I will take him away.’ 16Jesus said to her, ‘Mary!’ She turned and said to him in Hebrew, ‘Rabbouni!’ (which means Teacher). 17Jesus said to her, ‘Do not hold on to me, because I have not yet ascended to the Father. But go to my brothers and say to them, “I am ascending to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.” ’ 18Mary Magdalene went and announced to the disciples, ‘I have seen the Lord’; and she told them that he had said these things to her.
Poor Mary Magdalene.
I suspect she spent most of her life wondering: what would it have been like to be one of the 12? Obviously in those days it wouldn’t have been possible or even proper for her to have been one of the guys, and she certainly did not make it into the lists of Jesus’ disciples given in all 4 of our gospels. But she is mentioned as a companion of Jesus in Luke’s gospel, after the twelve, of course, and along with 2 other women from whom Jesus had cast our evil spirits or demons—not a very impressive introduction to this woman who would become the very first person to whom the risen Christ would reveal himself.
The church has perpetrated Mary Magdalene for centuries as a prostitute, linking her with the story in John 7 and 8 of the woman caught in the act of adultery, but that woman is never named. The references in the gospels to Jesus casting seven demons out of Mary Magdalene is another reason that ancient scholars and church officials tried to make a sexual sinner out of Mary. But Mary’s friends and admirers through out the ages of church history have kept the faith and now found no proof that she ever sold herself or was caught in any kind of inappropriate act that would deem her deserving of such a derogatory identification. So, rather than speculate on what we don’t know for sure about her, let’s talk about what we do know.
Mary was from the town of Magdala. It was a small place on the Western shore of the Sea of Galilee. So, you could say she was a hometown girl. Most of the other disciples were found at Galilee’s shore; so was she, apparently. Most of the other guys were just regular guys, fishing and making a living. Then they were called and they followed. We don’t know how Mary became a part of the group, but we know she was faithful.
Do you remember that it was Mary who was at the cross with the other women? We have accounts in the gospels of the events that took place surrounding Jesus’ death: Judas turning Jesus in for money, Peter denying that he knew him, and no record whatsoever of the 12 being present with Jesus in the last hours of his life except for John, the one to whom Jesus gave his mother. But there is Mary—standing, praying, weeping, experiencing the death of one whose life had transformed her own. For a long time she had been witness to his teaching, his healing, his forgiving, his very life. We suspect that the women were the ones taking care of the needs of Jesus and the 12 as they traveled. Mary had been supporting the ministry of Jesus for some time, and she wasn’t about to give that up now.
It’s almost like she knew that something extraordinary was going on. She was faithful to Jesus to the very end and beyond. When the disciples were nowhere to be found at the cross, she was there. When they were hiding behind closed doors, she was scurrying to the tomb early in the morning on the third day to be sure that Jesus’ body was properly prepared for death since he had died so close to the Sabbath day. When the ones she called to come and see the tomb ran away, she stayed around, unsure of what was happening but I imagine with some sense that there was more to be experienced there than the emptiness of the place where they had buried her Lord. She was faithful; she was there.
There were a million reasons for her not to be there. She was, after all, a girl. Being considered of delicate existence and second-class citizenship, women were not to be part of the team. They could cook for the team, but they would not play a role in helping the team do their work. I suspect she might have been a little aggressive since she actually did make it into the gospels—all 4!—and was the one that was sent to tell the others that Jesus had risen from the tomb and overcome death. And while we’re on the subject, Peter and the beloved disciple came to the tomb, saw that Jesus wasn’t there, and went back home. We are not told that they looked for Jesus, that they stopped off anywhere to tell anyone what they had seen. Mary is the one given the charge by Jesus to go and tell the guys what has happened. Mary is the first witness to encounter the risen Christ.
That is quite an honor.
I have to wonder what that conversation was like. We know what she said: “I have seen the Lord.” What we know as we read further in John 20 is that when Jesus appeared to the disciples, they were huddled together behind closed doors “for fear of the Jews.” And when they saw him and heard him, they rejoiced. What did they do when Mary appeared and told them what she had seen? Perhaps we should let Thomas off the proverbial doubting hook since apparently his brothers also came to believe the risen Christ when they saw him. I would love to have been a fly on the inside of the closed up room when Mary gave the password, came in, and told them what she saw.
Throughout her own life and throughout her life as a revered and sometimes reviled figure in the history of our faith, Mary Magdalene has been questioned about her faith. Was she a prostitute? Was she married to Jesus? What effect did the demons who possessed her have on her life? We have questioned her and questioned her, seemingly trying to beat the faithfulness out of her and get at the real reason why she always seemed to be around wherever Jesus was. We have put obstacles between her and our acknowledgement of her as a true disciple of Jesus, and we have missed until the recent past what I believe is the real story of Mary Magdalene: she was faithful. She attended to the needs of Jesus and the disciples as they traveled around offering the love of God in every place they went. She attended to the pain and suffering of Jesus as he stood up to the trials and tests of his spirit and his very life when he was crucified. And she got up early to get to his tomb as soon as she could so that his body would not have to go a moment longer than required in respect of the Sabbath without a proper burial. She even stayed around at the tomb, wondering what to do next when he was no where to be found and the others, having seen for themselves that he was not buried where he had once been, went home. She was there; she was faithful.
Mary probably didn’t have an easy life. None of us do who decide to follow Jesus and attend to his ministry in the world. But she never stopped being faithful to him. Even through the ages of our questioning of her character, she has remained faithful. She was a disciple of Jesus. She followed in the path of his ministry. She told his story. Even when she wasn’t sure what she was experiencing, she knew it was of God, and she gathered other people around it so that they could know God’s action, too. She was there; she was faithful.
These days the church doesn’t ask a lot of us. We are happy to be able to report good numbers in worship attendance and a month or two of operating in the financial black. And while these are good things that do indicate the level of health of the church, faithfulness is so much more than that. For us it is often measured in numbers. One of the problems I have at Annual Conference every year is that I over hear my clergy brothers and sisters greeting each other in the name of 150 or 200 people in worship, a $1,000,000 new building, or a great big ministry staff instead of offering to each other their own versions of Mary’s greeting to the disciples: “I have seen the Lord.” How our lives might be transformed if we chose to look upon our faithfulness to the church in ways that would measure how we are sharing Mary’s testimony with the world in our parish: “I have seen him, and it has changed my life.”
There are obstacles between us and our faithfulness. Summer Sunday mornings, when life seems to be more calm and relaxed, often call us to read the paper, sit on the porch, or go to brunch instead of coming to hear the Word of God and experience the support and encouragement of the gathered body of Christ. Our busy jobs and family lives pull us away from finding ways to serve the community, especially here in Grant Park where not everyone lives the kind of lives that we live with enough to eat, wear, and entertain ourselves. Our questions about things that the institution of the church does and doesn’t do sometimes separate us from the ministry of the gospel that is before us everywhere we look:
• in the lives of children who need something constructive to do during the summer or who need to know that someone cares about them year round,
• in the lives of senior adults who are wasting away in loneliness and who need to know that there are places where they can reach out to and be reached by other people who want to love them,
• at the “other schools” to which we don’t want to send our children but to which somebody’s kids have to go and whose students need a little extra help in tutoring or in mentoring.
There are obstacles to faithfulness, but our sister Mary did not heed those obstacles. Instead, her faithfulness gave her the gift of being the first to encounter the risen Christ and being the first to get to tell the good news.
What will your faithfulness bring to your life? Are there obstacles standing in the way of you living out your faith the way Jesus is calling you to do? Are there things that keep you from participating in the body of Christ and cause your faith to be shaken from time to time? Are there ways that you would like to practice your faith but you are afraid to do so? Let Mary be inspiration for you, for in a time when women were to be seen and not heard, she was the first to say “I have seen the Lord.” And in a time when women were to take their place in the back of the crowd, she was up front and center at the foot of the cross when others had found it too difficult to be there. And in time when women were mostly used to create a comfortable environment, she became a force to be reckoned with throughout the ages that would come after her, threatening the status quo with every century that passed.
And she was a girl.
Imagine all the things that your faithfulness could bring into being.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Disciples Got Talent, Part 2
Mark 8: 27-33
Jesus went on with his disciples to the villages of Caesarea Philippi; and on the way he asked his disciples, ‘Who do people say that I am?’ And they answered him, ‘John the Baptist; and others, Elijah; and still others, one of the prophets.’ He asked them, ‘But who do you say that I am?’ Peter answered him, ‘You are the Messiah.’ And he sternly ordered them not to tell anyone about him.
Then he began to teach them that the Son of Man must undergo great suffering, and be rejected by the elders, the chief priests, and the scribes, and be killed, and after three days rise again. He said all this quite openly. And Peter took him aside and began to rebuke him. But turning and looking at his disciples, he rebuked Peter and said, ‘Get behind me, Satan! For you are setting your mind not on divine things but on human things.’
One of the things that I am really enjoying about this summer at St Paul is the combined Adult Sunday school class that Mark Crenshaw and I are leading together. “Our Faithful Neighbors” has been, so far, a wonderful exercise in thinking and talking about what other faiths believe and how that impacts us as Christians. Having been a student of the religions of the world for many years, I am enjoying the conversation about what we know, what we don’t know, and what we’d like to learn about our brothers and sisters of other faiths as well as other sects within Christianity. Much of what we are discussing and doing together is about forming our perspective and reflecting on our own faith in new and deeply formative ways. It really is fascinating to hear the stories of others, both in the class and from other faiths, and it really is helpful to hear about how other faithful people and groups see the world and respond to life.
Jesus chose 12 disciples. From their eyes came 12 different perspectives on him and his life and ministry. So this question about who people say that he is and who they say that he is is a very important one. I just think it is too bad that we don’t have a response from every one of them. Wouldn’t it have been fun to have a response of some sort from all of them? I think that hearing their answers to this question might have given us a little more insight into who they were.
One of the most popular answers to the sermon topic survey was the desire to know more about the disciples. Here are some things we know according the legend and the gospels themselves:
• Andrew was Peter’s brother. In John, Andrew brings Peter to Jesus, declaring him the Messiah. He also brought the boy with the 5 loaves and 2 fish to Jesus for the feeing of the 5,000.
• Philip was always bringing people to Jesus: he recruited Nathaniel. He was, however, skeptical that they would be able to feed 5,000 people. He is the one who asks Jesus to show them the Father, and Jesus responds by asking him how he could have been with Jesus all this time and not realize that he is one with the Father? He was from the same town as Peter and Andrew.
• Nathaniel/Bartholomew was skeptical that anything “good” could come out of Nazareth but was converted when Jesus told him he knew him before they ever met. He was one of the ones gathered at the seashore when Jesus appeared to them a third time after his resurrection and ate breakfast with them.
• John was believed to be the beloved disciple. He was probably the one who followed the crown taking Jesus to the high priest when he was arrested in the garden, and since the high priest knew him, he was allowed to go into the courtyard with Jesus while Peter had to wait at the gate. This is likely the only disciple mentioned as present at the cross, the one to whom Jesus “gave” his mother. He is probably the one summoned to the empty tomb by Mary Magdalene, the one who went in and saw that the body was gone and then believed. He sat next to Jesus at the last supper and asked who it was that would betray Jesus. Early in the book of Acts, he was brought with Peter before the Temple authorities because of their preaching. He gets to go to experience the transfiguration with Peter and James. He also goes with them to the garden to pray with Jesus but falls asleep while waiting for Jesus. His mother asks for seats for him and his brother James next to Jesus in heaven.
• Thomas is often called a doubter because he couldn’t believe the account of the risen Christ when the other disciples told him they’d seen him after the crucifixion until he had seen Jesus for himself. He said that they should all go with Jesus to the tomb of Lazarus so that they could “die with him.” He was also one of the ones who saw Jesus and ate breakfast with him by the shore on his third appearance to the disciples after the crucifixion. He also asks Jesus how they will know where Jesus is going and how they will know how to get there when Jesus talks of going to the Father in John 14.
• Judas Iscariot ...the treasurer of the group, sold Jesus for 30 pieces of silver and then was sorry for what he had done and gave the money back; then he took his own life.
• Matthew/Levi was a Tax Collector. He gave a great banquet for Jesus in his home. Others asked why Jesus would call a tax collector (probably a thief) to be his disciples. This is when Jesus announces that he has not come for the righteous but for the sinner.
• James, the brother of John, was one of the Sons of Thunder, as called by Jesus. It was his mother who asked for places for him and John next to Jesus in heaven. Jesus asks them if they can “drink the cup he is to drink,” and they say yes. He also attended Jesus at the transfiguration, in the garden where he and the other slept while Jesus prayed in agony, and at the seashore where the risen Jesus appeared and shared breakfast with them.
• James, son of Alphaeus
• Thaddeus/Judas, son of James
• Simon the Cananaean/the Zealot
• Peter was first called Simon. His name is changed in our lesson for today, when he responds that Jesus is the Messiah. Then he challenges Jesus’ prediction that he will have to die, and Jesus rebukes Peter. He is also called the Rock upon which Jesus will build the church and the one to receive the keys to the kingdom of God. He also calls Jesus the Holy One of God when Jesus gives a difficult teaching about riches and getting into heaven and many other disciples leave. He was called while at work as a fisherman. Peter’s mother-in-law was healed from a fever early on in his ministry, so we know he was married. He asks Jesus how many times he should forgive someone in the church who wrongs him. He asks Jesus what will happen to the disciples who have left everything behind to follow him. Jesus commands Peter to get out of the boat and walk to him on the water, and he does at first but then begins to sink. He is in the small groups that go with Jesus to the transfiguration, go with Jesus to pray in the garden, go to the temple court with Jesus after he is arrested, and this is where he denies Jesus 3 times. At the last supper, when Jesus begins to wash their feet, it is Peter who protests but eventually asks for all of him to we washed by Jesus. In the garden when the soldiers come to arrest Jesus, Peter pulls out his sword and tries to defend Jesus. Peter is summoned to come and see the empty tomb. At Jesus’ appearance at the seashore where they share breakfast with him post-resurrection, Peter is asked 3 times if he loves Jesus and then told to care for his followers. He is a great preacher in the book of Acts and is brought before Temple authorities because of his preaching after the ascension of Jesus.
They all go through periods of unbelief and misunderstanding. While they believe what Jesus tells them about his going to be with God and they come to the conclusion that he is truly of God and the son of God, they also at times are confused by his parables about the way God intends for the world to be. They wonder who can be saved when he tells them how difficult it is for a rich person to get into the kingdom of heaven. They are all on the boat together when a storm comes up and they fear that they will die as the boat is tossed on the water. Jesus questions their lack of faith when they call on him to save them, and they wonder who he could really be when he is able to calm the water. They ask him questions, like who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven, and when will he return and restore the kingdom of God. Jesus tells them that they will all be persecuted, too, as he will be. They do things that ignore Sabbath policy, like plucking the heads off grains of wheat as they pass the field during the travels and do not wash their hands before a meal. Yet, they complain when the woman uses expensive ointment on Jesus in preparation for his burial, saying it should have been sold and the money given to the poor. At the last supper they promise never to desert him when he says they will, but only 1 is recorded to have shown up at the cross, and they hide when he has been crucified for fear of the same fate coming to them. Matthew even tells us that after his resurrection the disciple meet Jesus where he had told them he’d be, and they worship him, but some doubted.
Who were these men, this band of 12 people who were hand-picked to be Jesus’ closest companions?
What I wonder is how much more we might have known about them had we heard the answer they each had for the question Jesus asks in today’s reading: who do you say that I am?
Perhaps Phillip would have said that Jesus was one who should be known as the Son of God since he brought people to Jesus. And maybe Andrew would have said that Jesus is the Son of God because he is able to do things only God can do, like multiply loaves and fish into a feast for 5,000. Nathaniel or Bartholomew might have called Jesus Messiah because he knew him the way only God could know him—completely and before they had ever come face-to-face. John might have called Jesus Messiah because he demonstrates the love of God in a perfect way. And Thomas might have said that he’d need some kind of proof before he could answer the question. Judas and Matthew might have framed the question in terms of what they stood to gain by answering—Judas might finally have the answers he, himself, needed so desperately, and Matthew might have wondered what wealth and power being with the Messiah might bring. James, son of Zebedee, might have just offered whatever his brother had to say, and we just really can’t have a clue as to what the other James, Thaddeus, or Simon the Zealot might have said.
But we know what Peter said: “You are the Messiah,” and then he denied him.
The question, my friends, is not who do they say that he is. It is this: who do you say that Jesus is?
Because of Jesus, we know by tradition that these men who were his chosen band of brothers all went to untimely and brutal deaths. Because they were ultimately committed to the ministry and message of Jesus, they all died at the hands of someone who wanted to put down the movement. That says that they believed what he said, what he did, who he was, and who they were because of him. They believed; their lives spoke the truth about Jesus; they were his witnesses just as he asked them to be.
What we know about these disciples, besides the sparse details we can gather by reading the gospels and the Acts of the Apostles, was that they believed in Jesus and they loved Jesus and they gave their lives so that his message of love, forgiveness, and the coming of God into the world would not die. The disciples of Jesus are our brothers, our companions in faith. They are us.
And so today, they pass the torch, and we must stand ready to receive it. It is a simple entrance exam into this band of followers who continue to preach the good news of love, the forgiveness of sin, and the healing of brokenness that comes to us through Jesus as a gift from God. It is only one question, and your life will speak your answer. Are you ready to receive this call, this invitation to a transformed life?
Who do you say that he is?
Jesus went on with his disciples to the villages of Caesarea Philippi; and on the way he asked his disciples, ‘Who do people say that I am?’ And they answered him, ‘John the Baptist; and others, Elijah; and still others, one of the prophets.’ He asked them, ‘But who do you say that I am?’ Peter answered him, ‘You are the Messiah.’ And he sternly ordered them not to tell anyone about him.
Then he began to teach them that the Son of Man must undergo great suffering, and be rejected by the elders, the chief priests, and the scribes, and be killed, and after three days rise again. He said all this quite openly. And Peter took him aside and began to rebuke him. But turning and looking at his disciples, he rebuked Peter and said, ‘Get behind me, Satan! For you are setting your mind not on divine things but on human things.’
One of the things that I am really enjoying about this summer at St Paul is the combined Adult Sunday school class that Mark Crenshaw and I are leading together. “Our Faithful Neighbors” has been, so far, a wonderful exercise in thinking and talking about what other faiths believe and how that impacts us as Christians. Having been a student of the religions of the world for many years, I am enjoying the conversation about what we know, what we don’t know, and what we’d like to learn about our brothers and sisters of other faiths as well as other sects within Christianity. Much of what we are discussing and doing together is about forming our perspective and reflecting on our own faith in new and deeply formative ways. It really is fascinating to hear the stories of others, both in the class and from other faiths, and it really is helpful to hear about how other faithful people and groups see the world and respond to life.
Jesus chose 12 disciples. From their eyes came 12 different perspectives on him and his life and ministry. So this question about who people say that he is and who they say that he is is a very important one. I just think it is too bad that we don’t have a response from every one of them. Wouldn’t it have been fun to have a response of some sort from all of them? I think that hearing their answers to this question might have given us a little more insight into who they were.
One of the most popular answers to the sermon topic survey was the desire to know more about the disciples. Here are some things we know according the legend and the gospels themselves:
• Andrew was Peter’s brother. In John, Andrew brings Peter to Jesus, declaring him the Messiah. He also brought the boy with the 5 loaves and 2 fish to Jesus for the feeing of the 5,000.
• Philip was always bringing people to Jesus: he recruited Nathaniel. He was, however, skeptical that they would be able to feed 5,000 people. He is the one who asks Jesus to show them the Father, and Jesus responds by asking him how he could have been with Jesus all this time and not realize that he is one with the Father? He was from the same town as Peter and Andrew.
• Nathaniel/Bartholomew was skeptical that anything “good” could come out of Nazareth but was converted when Jesus told him he knew him before they ever met. He was one of the ones gathered at the seashore when Jesus appeared to them a third time after his resurrection and ate breakfast with them.
• John was believed to be the beloved disciple. He was probably the one who followed the crown taking Jesus to the high priest when he was arrested in the garden, and since the high priest knew him, he was allowed to go into the courtyard with Jesus while Peter had to wait at the gate. This is likely the only disciple mentioned as present at the cross, the one to whom Jesus “gave” his mother. He is probably the one summoned to the empty tomb by Mary Magdalene, the one who went in and saw that the body was gone and then believed. He sat next to Jesus at the last supper and asked who it was that would betray Jesus. Early in the book of Acts, he was brought with Peter before the Temple authorities because of their preaching. He gets to go to experience the transfiguration with Peter and James. He also goes with them to the garden to pray with Jesus but falls asleep while waiting for Jesus. His mother asks for seats for him and his brother James next to Jesus in heaven.
• Thomas is often called a doubter because he couldn’t believe the account of the risen Christ when the other disciples told him they’d seen him after the crucifixion until he had seen Jesus for himself. He said that they should all go with Jesus to the tomb of Lazarus so that they could “die with him.” He was also one of the ones who saw Jesus and ate breakfast with him by the shore on his third appearance to the disciples after the crucifixion. He also asks Jesus how they will know where Jesus is going and how they will know how to get there when Jesus talks of going to the Father in John 14.
• Judas Iscariot ...the treasurer of the group, sold Jesus for 30 pieces of silver and then was sorry for what he had done and gave the money back; then he took his own life.
• Matthew/Levi was a Tax Collector. He gave a great banquet for Jesus in his home. Others asked why Jesus would call a tax collector (probably a thief) to be his disciples. This is when Jesus announces that he has not come for the righteous but for the sinner.
• James, the brother of John, was one of the Sons of Thunder, as called by Jesus. It was his mother who asked for places for him and John next to Jesus in heaven. Jesus asks them if they can “drink the cup he is to drink,” and they say yes. He also attended Jesus at the transfiguration, in the garden where he and the other slept while Jesus prayed in agony, and at the seashore where the risen Jesus appeared and shared breakfast with them.
• James, son of Alphaeus
• Thaddeus/Judas, son of James
• Simon the Cananaean/the Zealot
• Peter was first called Simon. His name is changed in our lesson for today, when he responds that Jesus is the Messiah. Then he challenges Jesus’ prediction that he will have to die, and Jesus rebukes Peter. He is also called the Rock upon which Jesus will build the church and the one to receive the keys to the kingdom of God. He also calls Jesus the Holy One of God when Jesus gives a difficult teaching about riches and getting into heaven and many other disciples leave. He was called while at work as a fisherman. Peter’s mother-in-law was healed from a fever early on in his ministry, so we know he was married. He asks Jesus how many times he should forgive someone in the church who wrongs him. He asks Jesus what will happen to the disciples who have left everything behind to follow him. Jesus commands Peter to get out of the boat and walk to him on the water, and he does at first but then begins to sink. He is in the small groups that go with Jesus to the transfiguration, go with Jesus to pray in the garden, go to the temple court with Jesus after he is arrested, and this is where he denies Jesus 3 times. At the last supper, when Jesus begins to wash their feet, it is Peter who protests but eventually asks for all of him to we washed by Jesus. In the garden when the soldiers come to arrest Jesus, Peter pulls out his sword and tries to defend Jesus. Peter is summoned to come and see the empty tomb. At Jesus’ appearance at the seashore where they share breakfast with him post-resurrection, Peter is asked 3 times if he loves Jesus and then told to care for his followers. He is a great preacher in the book of Acts and is brought before Temple authorities because of his preaching after the ascension of Jesus.
They all go through periods of unbelief and misunderstanding. While they believe what Jesus tells them about his going to be with God and they come to the conclusion that he is truly of God and the son of God, they also at times are confused by his parables about the way God intends for the world to be. They wonder who can be saved when he tells them how difficult it is for a rich person to get into the kingdom of heaven. They are all on the boat together when a storm comes up and they fear that they will die as the boat is tossed on the water. Jesus questions their lack of faith when they call on him to save them, and they wonder who he could really be when he is able to calm the water. They ask him questions, like who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven, and when will he return and restore the kingdom of God. Jesus tells them that they will all be persecuted, too, as he will be. They do things that ignore Sabbath policy, like plucking the heads off grains of wheat as they pass the field during the travels and do not wash their hands before a meal. Yet, they complain when the woman uses expensive ointment on Jesus in preparation for his burial, saying it should have been sold and the money given to the poor. At the last supper they promise never to desert him when he says they will, but only 1 is recorded to have shown up at the cross, and they hide when he has been crucified for fear of the same fate coming to them. Matthew even tells us that after his resurrection the disciple meet Jesus where he had told them he’d be, and they worship him, but some doubted.
Who were these men, this band of 12 people who were hand-picked to be Jesus’ closest companions?
What I wonder is how much more we might have known about them had we heard the answer they each had for the question Jesus asks in today’s reading: who do you say that I am?
Perhaps Phillip would have said that Jesus was one who should be known as the Son of God since he brought people to Jesus. And maybe Andrew would have said that Jesus is the Son of God because he is able to do things only God can do, like multiply loaves and fish into a feast for 5,000. Nathaniel or Bartholomew might have called Jesus Messiah because he knew him the way only God could know him—completely and before they had ever come face-to-face. John might have called Jesus Messiah because he demonstrates the love of God in a perfect way. And Thomas might have said that he’d need some kind of proof before he could answer the question. Judas and Matthew might have framed the question in terms of what they stood to gain by answering—Judas might finally have the answers he, himself, needed so desperately, and Matthew might have wondered what wealth and power being with the Messiah might bring. James, son of Zebedee, might have just offered whatever his brother had to say, and we just really can’t have a clue as to what the other James, Thaddeus, or Simon the Zealot might have said.
But we know what Peter said: “You are the Messiah,” and then he denied him.
The question, my friends, is not who do they say that he is. It is this: who do you say that Jesus is?
Because of Jesus, we know by tradition that these men who were his chosen band of brothers all went to untimely and brutal deaths. Because they were ultimately committed to the ministry and message of Jesus, they all died at the hands of someone who wanted to put down the movement. That says that they believed what he said, what he did, who he was, and who they were because of him. They believed; their lives spoke the truth about Jesus; they were his witnesses just as he asked them to be.
What we know about these disciples, besides the sparse details we can gather by reading the gospels and the Acts of the Apostles, was that they believed in Jesus and they loved Jesus and they gave their lives so that his message of love, forgiveness, and the coming of God into the world would not die. The disciples of Jesus are our brothers, our companions in faith. They are us.
And so today, they pass the torch, and we must stand ready to receive it. It is a simple entrance exam into this band of followers who continue to preach the good news of love, the forgiveness of sin, and the healing of brokenness that comes to us through Jesus as a gift from God. It is only one question, and your life will speak your answer. Are you ready to receive this call, this invitation to a transformed life?
Who do you say that he is?
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Disciples Got Talent, Part 1
Mark 3: 13-19a; 6: 7-13
Jesus Appoints the Twelve
13 He went up the mountain and called to him those whom he wanted, and they came to him. 14And he appointed twelve, whom he also named apostles, to be with him, and to be sent out to proclaim the message, 15and to have authority to cast out demons. 16So he appointed the twelve: Simon (to whom he gave the name Peter); 17James son of Zebedee and John the brother of James (to whom he gave the name Boanerges, that is, Sons of Thunder); 18and Andrew, and Philip, and Bartholomew, and Matthew, and Thomas, and James son of Alphaeus, and Thaddaeus, and Simon the Cananaean, 19and Judas Iscariot, who betrayed him.
7He called the twelve and began to send them out two by two, and gave them authority over the unclean spirits. 8He ordered them to take nothing for their journey except a staff; no bread, no bag, no money in their belts; 9but to wear sandals and not to put on two tunics. 10He said to them, ‘Wherever you enter a house, stay there until you leave the place. 11If any place will not welcome you and they refuse to hear you, as you leave, shake off the dust that is on your feet as a testimony against them.’ 12So they went out and proclaimed that all should repent. 13They cast out many demons, and anointed with oil many who were sick and cured them.
Just in case you haven’t yet set your DVRs or TiVos, you still have 2 days before the beginning of NBC’s smash summer hit, “America’s Got Talent.” I’ve never actually seen a full episode of this show, and I don’t know whether I’m proud of that or embarrassed by it. But I don’t live completely under a rock; I have seen that clip from “Britain’s Got Talent”—you know the one I’m talking about because you’ve all seen it, too: the one where an ordinary looking Scottish woman takes the stage and the judges and audience are practically laughing her off until she begins to sing “I Dreamed a Dream” from the musical Les Miserables. Susan Boyle is now an international sensation with her own recording contract, and I suspect that this is not the first sermon that has mentioned her. Newspaper articles, internet news stories, network and cable news shows alike have been reporting on her for a while, although now that she has had what some might call a “break down”, the news seems to have slowed about Ms. Boyle, along with the apparent interest of the world. We just can’t commit to someone who is not in the news every day.
But here is something I have learned upon investigating her story a little more closely: the music industry is changing.
I read an article comparing Susan Boyle to U2 soley because they now share a business manager. While it is an obvious stretch to compare the 2 musical acts, there is a contrast that is easily pointed out between them and their respective rise to fame. U2 is a band who became famous along what Ben Quinn of the Christian Science Monitor calls the traditional route: “the culmination of years of gigs and creeping critical acclaim.” There seems to be a new way to rise to the top of the music game now and rather quickly, at that. Just find your way on to some unscripted television talent show, and you could be the next Kelly Clarskson. When I was a kid, it was called “Star Search”, but it was not the way Michael Jackson became famous. That was a lifetime of work coupled with a famous family, and a pretty big price to pay for becoming a household name.
Now rewind history about two thousand years. Imagine a live show called Galilee’s Got Talent, and the judge is a locally known teacher and healer named Jesus. He’s got twelve open spots, and he’s ready to take auditions. Those in line for the job are people that are basically unknown, whose talent has only ever been seen or discerned by their family and maybe some friends. But mostly they fish. Their days are taken up with the ones they catch and the ones that get away. But this risk they take on this locally known teacher and healer will put them on the fast track to fame. Twelve unknown, regular guys are taking the world’s stage, not realize that overnight they will be asked to live very different lives and will be remembered, literally, forever. Relative nobodies yesterday; Disciples Got Talent today. No years of gigs, no creeping critical acclaim. Come to think of it, no critical acclaim to speak of for a long time and absolutely no gigs prior to this day by the sea when Jesus calls.
Here’s what we know about the twelve disciples:
• There were 12 of them, as named in the gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke, and kind of in John chapter 6.
• Most of them were fisherman; Matthew was a tax collector.
• Judas was the betrayer.
• Peter was a hothead.
• All of them were a little chicken—afraid of the things that happened to them when they were with Jesus.
• They were a little confused by all the talking Jesus did about what would come to pass—his death and resurrection.
• Basically, they often just didn’t get it.
• Oh, and we know that Jesus called James son of Zebedee and John the brother of James “Sons of Thunder,” but we don’t know why.
We know why Bono and U2 are famous.
When Susan Boyle opened her mouth to sing on British television that first time, we figured out why she’d be famous.
But these guys, they were just ordinary Simons and Johns and James—nothing particularly special, not working toward becoming famous teachers and healers, not planning on being the seed of an entirely new religious movement that would last for centuries into a time when people drove cars to the local house of God and updated their tweets on Twitter and had them forwarded to Facebook if they were really smart, when email was a thing of the past. But Jesus saw something in them, and their lives were instantly changed forever.
Sadly, though, they weren’t offered recording contracts or concert tours. They weren’t even offered tenure-track teaching jobs or a lecture circuit. They weren’t given their own reality shows about what its like to be a Disciple. They weren’t even sent out with provisions for their journey. But he did tell them to heal and to teach. He told them to offer themselves and to receive the hospitality of others as long as it was offered. He told them not to fret failure or the absence of success but to keep at it.
So we can add one thing to the list of stuff we know about the disciples: they had perseverance.
Would you try out for this show? Reality television is now called “unscripted.” Would you try out for the chance to be the next Disciple, one who is called on to leave your notions of life behind and try on a different kind of life for a time? If Jesus were offering you the contract today, would you sign? If your name were being called, and you were asked to go taking only a few things, not even all the things you might need, would you walk out on the stage and open your heart to whatever it was that Jesus had to say to you?
You may be asked to go to those members of our community in Grant Park who never enter our doors because there is too great a chasm between their life situations and ours. You may be asked to step outside the zone in which you are comfortable and do something here that you’ve never done before and never thought you could, like teach children or be an important presence in the life of youth. You may be called to examine your life, what you really need, what you can give to the church—probably more than you think you can spare. You may be asked to pray for or even go to Iran where people are being killed in their homes because they chose to protest the recent election results in Tehran. You may be asked to look at the world differently, telling the story of your faith by making different choices about the way you live, where you live, the kind of car you drive, the way you treat the environmental backdrop around you, the way you spend your money. You may be the next contestant on Disciples Got Talent.
If Jesus showed up in your life today and simply said, “Follow me,” would you go? Maybe that has already happened, and you don’t know what to do next. Maybe you know what you’re being called to do, and you don’t want to do it. Maybe you don’t know how to start. Maybe you are afraid. Whatever your situation, this is the time and place for you to take up your staff, leave the baggage behind, and begin to follow where Christ leads. If you need help, stay here for a while and learn how you can grow into God’s vision for your life. But when it is time to get moving, get moving. Sing your hit song. Play that big gig. Say yes to Jesus.
It’s fun to picture the twelve disciples coming across a stage of sorts by the sea, with Jesus sitting at a table and 2 big cue cards on the table in front of him face down: one with a huge X on it, and one with a huge check mark on it. With absolutely no credentials, tour under their belts, or critical acclaim, they got the check mark, the big “Yes.” And so they went, and their lives were changed. And because of them, so were ours.
Jesus calls you and waits with a giant check mark to show you as you enter the stage of Christian faith and service. You’ve got talent, friends, God-given talent that God waits to use in you when you say yes to God. Are you the next star in the story of Jesus?
Are you a Disciple?
Jesus Appoints the Twelve
13 He went up the mountain and called to him those whom he wanted, and they came to him. 14And he appointed twelve, whom he also named apostles, to be with him, and to be sent out to proclaim the message, 15and to have authority to cast out demons. 16So he appointed the twelve: Simon (to whom he gave the name Peter); 17James son of Zebedee and John the brother of James (to whom he gave the name Boanerges, that is, Sons of Thunder); 18and Andrew, and Philip, and Bartholomew, and Matthew, and Thomas, and James son of Alphaeus, and Thaddaeus, and Simon the Cananaean, 19and Judas Iscariot, who betrayed him.
7He called the twelve and began to send them out two by two, and gave them authority over the unclean spirits. 8He ordered them to take nothing for their journey except a staff; no bread, no bag, no money in their belts; 9but to wear sandals and not to put on two tunics. 10He said to them, ‘Wherever you enter a house, stay there until you leave the place. 11If any place will not welcome you and they refuse to hear you, as you leave, shake off the dust that is on your feet as a testimony against them.’ 12So they went out and proclaimed that all should repent. 13They cast out many demons, and anointed with oil many who were sick and cured them.
Just in case you haven’t yet set your DVRs or TiVos, you still have 2 days before the beginning of NBC’s smash summer hit, “America’s Got Talent.” I’ve never actually seen a full episode of this show, and I don’t know whether I’m proud of that or embarrassed by it. But I don’t live completely under a rock; I have seen that clip from “Britain’s Got Talent”—you know the one I’m talking about because you’ve all seen it, too: the one where an ordinary looking Scottish woman takes the stage and the judges and audience are practically laughing her off until she begins to sing “I Dreamed a Dream” from the musical Les Miserables. Susan Boyle is now an international sensation with her own recording contract, and I suspect that this is not the first sermon that has mentioned her. Newspaper articles, internet news stories, network and cable news shows alike have been reporting on her for a while, although now that she has had what some might call a “break down”, the news seems to have slowed about Ms. Boyle, along with the apparent interest of the world. We just can’t commit to someone who is not in the news every day.
But here is something I have learned upon investigating her story a little more closely: the music industry is changing.
I read an article comparing Susan Boyle to U2 soley because they now share a business manager. While it is an obvious stretch to compare the 2 musical acts, there is a contrast that is easily pointed out between them and their respective rise to fame. U2 is a band who became famous along what Ben Quinn of the Christian Science Monitor calls the traditional route: “the culmination of years of gigs and creeping critical acclaim.” There seems to be a new way to rise to the top of the music game now and rather quickly, at that. Just find your way on to some unscripted television talent show, and you could be the next Kelly Clarskson. When I was a kid, it was called “Star Search”, but it was not the way Michael Jackson became famous. That was a lifetime of work coupled with a famous family, and a pretty big price to pay for becoming a household name.
Now rewind history about two thousand years. Imagine a live show called Galilee’s Got Talent, and the judge is a locally known teacher and healer named Jesus. He’s got twelve open spots, and he’s ready to take auditions. Those in line for the job are people that are basically unknown, whose talent has only ever been seen or discerned by their family and maybe some friends. But mostly they fish. Their days are taken up with the ones they catch and the ones that get away. But this risk they take on this locally known teacher and healer will put them on the fast track to fame. Twelve unknown, regular guys are taking the world’s stage, not realize that overnight they will be asked to live very different lives and will be remembered, literally, forever. Relative nobodies yesterday; Disciples Got Talent today. No years of gigs, no creeping critical acclaim. Come to think of it, no critical acclaim to speak of for a long time and absolutely no gigs prior to this day by the sea when Jesus calls.
Here’s what we know about the twelve disciples:
• There were 12 of them, as named in the gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke, and kind of in John chapter 6.
• Most of them were fisherman; Matthew was a tax collector.
• Judas was the betrayer.
• Peter was a hothead.
• All of them were a little chicken—afraid of the things that happened to them when they were with Jesus.
• They were a little confused by all the talking Jesus did about what would come to pass—his death and resurrection.
• Basically, they often just didn’t get it.
• Oh, and we know that Jesus called James son of Zebedee and John the brother of James “Sons of Thunder,” but we don’t know why.
We know why Bono and U2 are famous.
When Susan Boyle opened her mouth to sing on British television that first time, we figured out why she’d be famous.
But these guys, they were just ordinary Simons and Johns and James—nothing particularly special, not working toward becoming famous teachers and healers, not planning on being the seed of an entirely new religious movement that would last for centuries into a time when people drove cars to the local house of God and updated their tweets on Twitter and had them forwarded to Facebook if they were really smart, when email was a thing of the past. But Jesus saw something in them, and their lives were instantly changed forever.
Sadly, though, they weren’t offered recording contracts or concert tours. They weren’t even offered tenure-track teaching jobs or a lecture circuit. They weren’t given their own reality shows about what its like to be a Disciple. They weren’t even sent out with provisions for their journey. But he did tell them to heal and to teach. He told them to offer themselves and to receive the hospitality of others as long as it was offered. He told them not to fret failure or the absence of success but to keep at it.
So we can add one thing to the list of stuff we know about the disciples: they had perseverance.
Would you try out for this show? Reality television is now called “unscripted.” Would you try out for the chance to be the next Disciple, one who is called on to leave your notions of life behind and try on a different kind of life for a time? If Jesus were offering you the contract today, would you sign? If your name were being called, and you were asked to go taking only a few things, not even all the things you might need, would you walk out on the stage and open your heart to whatever it was that Jesus had to say to you?
You may be asked to go to those members of our community in Grant Park who never enter our doors because there is too great a chasm between their life situations and ours. You may be asked to step outside the zone in which you are comfortable and do something here that you’ve never done before and never thought you could, like teach children or be an important presence in the life of youth. You may be called to examine your life, what you really need, what you can give to the church—probably more than you think you can spare. You may be asked to pray for or even go to Iran where people are being killed in their homes because they chose to protest the recent election results in Tehran. You may be asked to look at the world differently, telling the story of your faith by making different choices about the way you live, where you live, the kind of car you drive, the way you treat the environmental backdrop around you, the way you spend your money. You may be the next contestant on Disciples Got Talent.
If Jesus showed up in your life today and simply said, “Follow me,” would you go? Maybe that has already happened, and you don’t know what to do next. Maybe you know what you’re being called to do, and you don’t want to do it. Maybe you don’t know how to start. Maybe you are afraid. Whatever your situation, this is the time and place for you to take up your staff, leave the baggage behind, and begin to follow where Christ leads. If you need help, stay here for a while and learn how you can grow into God’s vision for your life. But when it is time to get moving, get moving. Sing your hit song. Play that big gig. Say yes to Jesus.
It’s fun to picture the twelve disciples coming across a stage of sorts by the sea, with Jesus sitting at a table and 2 big cue cards on the table in front of him face down: one with a huge X on it, and one with a huge check mark on it. With absolutely no credentials, tour under their belts, or critical acclaim, they got the check mark, the big “Yes.” And so they went, and their lives were changed. And because of them, so were ours.
Jesus calls you and waits with a giant check mark to show you as you enter the stage of Christian faith and service. You’ve got talent, friends, God-given talent that God waits to use in you when you say yes to God. Are you the next star in the story of Jesus?
Are you a Disciple?
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Burned by the Word: Isaiah, and how Sometimes it Hurts to be a Christian
Isaiah 6:1-13
In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord sitting on a throne, high and lofty; and the hem of his robe filled the temple. Seraphs were in attendance above him; each had six wings: with two they covered their faces, and with two they covered their feet, and with two they flew. And one called to another and said: “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts; the whole earth is full of his glory.” The pivots on the thresholds shook at the voices of those who called, and the house filled with smoke.
And I said: “Woe is me! I am lost, for I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips; yet my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts!” Then one of the seraphs flew to me, holding a live coal that had been taken from the altar with a pair of tongs. The seraph touched my mouth with it and said: “Now that this has touched your lips, your guilt has departed and your sin is blotted out.” Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?” And I said, “Here am I; send me!”
My daughter, Joy, is on the cusp of being able to get into things that could hurt her. A few weeks ago she figured out how to roll over, and now her favorite thing to do is roll all over our living room floor. She can quickly make it across the room, so there is no leaving her for a flash to run into the kitchen and grab a drink of water. There is no putting her down to answer the phone in another room. There is no leaving her just long enough to go to the rest room on the other side of the wall. She’s mobile; therefore, she’s dangerous. Sure, it is exciting to see her learning all kinds of new ways to explore the world around her, but I can hardly stand to think about the kind of accidents she could get into and really hurt herself. I would love to spare her of any pain at all, if only I could figure out how to avoid the situations her life will surely encounter that will be difficult and painful.
I know as well as you do, however, that this is not possible. Joy will grow and learn and experiment and explore, and she will come home with broken skin, perhaps bones, and from time to time, a broken heart. To keep her from feeling pain would be to keep her from experiencing life as she was created to experience it. It would keep her from living her life at full stretch, the way God intends for her to live.
We feel this for ourselves, too. We do not like to experience pain or suffering. We want life to be easy. We want to live the joys and happinesses of life and avoid the pain and sorrows at just about all costs. Consider our brother Isaiah, whose story we receive today. The king of Judah named Uzziah had reigned for 41 years. During that time Judah had grown in land and prosperity. It had lived peaceably with its neighbor to the north, Israel. They had formerly been a unified nation, but throughout their history as 2 separate nations, Uzziah’s reign represented a time of peace between the 2 kingdoms. But on the horizon was the rise of Assyria who would, in just a few years time, who would cause the fall of Samaria in Israel and Jerusalem in Judah and the destruction of the temple. The people of God had come to enjoy a kind of domesticated Hebrew life, even a kind of domesticated God who seemed to be always on their side and supporting their prosperity and growing dominance over others.
Then, God called Isaiah, and everything changed.
Knowing he was from a people who had displeased God, Isaiah immediately freaked out when God called and began pleading with God not to put him on the spot. To say he was a man of unclean lips was to say that he was from a people who were not faithful to God in their practice. They did not refer to God with proper reverence in worship. Their words were likely empty praise, giving thanks to God for life all the while believing that it was their own hands which had brought them prosperity. I even imagine them gathering to hear the Word of the Lord read in worship, to pray the psalms, and then to go away from the temple patting themselves on the back and getting back to the work of expanding the kingdom and bringing wealth to the land. They likely were not interested in what brother Isaiah had to say.
The kind of transformation Isaiah and the people of Judah faced was one that would change their world of power and prosperity to one of crisis and subservience to another nation. The wealth they had built for themselves would disappear before their eyes. They would watch their nation crumble to the power of another, and they would be distraught—wondering what happened and how they would get out of it. Would they ever see economic prosperity again? Would they ever have religious independence again? Isaiah was being called to a very difficult job: to bring hope to a people who would find themselves drowning in a sea of hopelessness. It was a huge job. It was probably meant for someone who was really prepared, had studied for it, was someone that people would listen to.
God called Isaiah.
God called a man who was afraid of the job. God called a man who had no idea how to respond to the presence and voice of God. God called a man who was not only not worthy of the job but also, and probably more importantly, not ready for the job. Isaiah was none of the above, at least in his own opinion. But God fixed that. The seraph was the member of God’s court in charge of healing. So the pain that Isaiah experienced was actually pain that helped him to heal that in his life which held him back from being able to say yes to God. The vision of God in the holy temple tears Isaiah apart; he is made painfully aware of his shortcomings and inadequacies. He calls himself out as being of “unclean lips,” and a seraph places a hot coal to his lips. But this is ultimately a healing action, and God’s call in his life is not just to get his own self and life straightened out but also to do all he can to help straighten out the broken, hurting world in which he lives.
The rest of Isaiah’s story and legacy is his engagement on God’s behalf of what is wrong in the world by imposing a vision of what is right. God’s vision for the world is still alive and could be close at hand if Isaiah can help turn the hearts of the people. It is a hard job; nobody wants to change, especially when things seem to be going so well with or without God. Why would the people of Judah want to listen to Isaiah when they are living in a period of prosperity and cannot see the devastation coming on the horizon? It was hard work for Isaiah; painful work. And it was the call of God upon Isaiah’s life.
Much of what we are called to do as Christians is hard work. And sometimes we have to go through our own kind of hot coals on the lips to be truly ready to be a follower of God in Christ. Isaiah is an example of someone who declared himself unready, unworthy, and the last one on earth God should call. Yet, without his career as a prophet, where would the people of God be today? Without the example he set of speaking truth to power and hope to hopelessness, where would the people of God be now? Because of Isaiah, we have a tradition of hoping for things that seem impossible which prepared us for the story of Jesus: his life, death, and resurrection. It was the story of Isaiah that echoed when Mary Magdalene came to the empty tomb and believed what she saw there.
And it was those hot coals that made it possible. It was the coals—the pain of being called and transformed for a life of service to God that touches even our generation of faith and give us courage to say yes to God’s call in our lives. And God is still calling.
God calls us to stand up for repentance, for change. We need to participate in the prophecy of the Word of God in this time and this place. Where are the places we see injustice? Where are the walls that need to be torn down, the words of hope that need to be spoken, the hubris that needs to be checked so that God’s word of salvation and hope can be heard and believed and lived out in our lives?
Before he could truly live into God’s purpose for his life, Isaiah had to experience pain and accept the humility with which one must respond to God’s call. How has your life as a Christian been painful? Can you relate to the story of Isaiah—a story of calling of a very ordinary person with some skeletons lurking in the proverbial closet?
Is God calling you to something hard, something big, something painful, for which you don’t think you are ready? God’s vision of restoration is still at work in the world, and to make a God-sized vision come true, God still needs Isaiahs, people of unclean lips, of prideful nations, who will say yes to the painful and glorious work of the transformation of the world. You see, these people, these ancestors, these brothers and sisters of ours are not far away, fanciful characters of the past. They are you and me. I am Isaiah, and Isaiah is you. We are called to speak truth when no one wants to hear it; to be faithful to the word of God and the hope that the world can and will change, and that we are an important part of making that change a reality. We are today’s prophetic voices; we are the ones sharing the hope of Christ with the world—the world that is hurting because of occupation, economic hardship and injustice, hatred and violence, and isolation from God.
But friends, we believe that things can change or we wouldn’t be here today. We believe Isaiahs are still out there spreading the message of God, and some of us are those Isaiahs. Our dear brother of long ago simply said yes. He didn’t know what God would ultimately ask of him, but he said yes anyway. In retrospect, it was probably the easiest decision of his life, the one he worked the hardest to fulfill. It wasn’t easy. It caused him pain, and probably the loss of some friends, family, and in the short run, respect. But because of Isaiah, the unworthy and unready, the story of Christ has been heard, accepted, lived, and passed on for generations. The faithful members of the Civil Rights Movement in this country, Archbishop Desmund Tutu and the Truth and Reconciliation Commission of South Africa, and the many, many faithful fighting hard against discrimination directed legally, theologically, and personally against members of the LGBTQ community are the Isaiahs that God continues to call.
And we gather here today waiting for the next word from God.
Whom will the Lord send? Who are the Isaiahs here today? Who will go into the world with the good news of hope and God’s grace? Will it be you?
In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord sitting on a throne, high and lofty; and the hem of his robe filled the temple. Seraphs were in attendance above him; each had six wings: with two they covered their faces, and with two they covered their feet, and with two they flew. And one called to another and said: “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts; the whole earth is full of his glory.” The pivots on the thresholds shook at the voices of those who called, and the house filled with smoke.
And I said: “Woe is me! I am lost, for I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips; yet my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts!” Then one of the seraphs flew to me, holding a live coal that had been taken from the altar with a pair of tongs. The seraph touched my mouth with it and said: “Now that this has touched your lips, your guilt has departed and your sin is blotted out.” Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?” And I said, “Here am I; send me!”
My daughter, Joy, is on the cusp of being able to get into things that could hurt her. A few weeks ago she figured out how to roll over, and now her favorite thing to do is roll all over our living room floor. She can quickly make it across the room, so there is no leaving her for a flash to run into the kitchen and grab a drink of water. There is no putting her down to answer the phone in another room. There is no leaving her just long enough to go to the rest room on the other side of the wall. She’s mobile; therefore, she’s dangerous. Sure, it is exciting to see her learning all kinds of new ways to explore the world around her, but I can hardly stand to think about the kind of accidents she could get into and really hurt herself. I would love to spare her of any pain at all, if only I could figure out how to avoid the situations her life will surely encounter that will be difficult and painful.
I know as well as you do, however, that this is not possible. Joy will grow and learn and experiment and explore, and she will come home with broken skin, perhaps bones, and from time to time, a broken heart. To keep her from feeling pain would be to keep her from experiencing life as she was created to experience it. It would keep her from living her life at full stretch, the way God intends for her to live.
We feel this for ourselves, too. We do not like to experience pain or suffering. We want life to be easy. We want to live the joys and happinesses of life and avoid the pain and sorrows at just about all costs. Consider our brother Isaiah, whose story we receive today. The king of Judah named Uzziah had reigned for 41 years. During that time Judah had grown in land and prosperity. It had lived peaceably with its neighbor to the north, Israel. They had formerly been a unified nation, but throughout their history as 2 separate nations, Uzziah’s reign represented a time of peace between the 2 kingdoms. But on the horizon was the rise of Assyria who would, in just a few years time, who would cause the fall of Samaria in Israel and Jerusalem in Judah and the destruction of the temple. The people of God had come to enjoy a kind of domesticated Hebrew life, even a kind of domesticated God who seemed to be always on their side and supporting their prosperity and growing dominance over others.
Then, God called Isaiah, and everything changed.
Knowing he was from a people who had displeased God, Isaiah immediately freaked out when God called and began pleading with God not to put him on the spot. To say he was a man of unclean lips was to say that he was from a people who were not faithful to God in their practice. They did not refer to God with proper reverence in worship. Their words were likely empty praise, giving thanks to God for life all the while believing that it was their own hands which had brought them prosperity. I even imagine them gathering to hear the Word of the Lord read in worship, to pray the psalms, and then to go away from the temple patting themselves on the back and getting back to the work of expanding the kingdom and bringing wealth to the land. They likely were not interested in what brother Isaiah had to say.
The kind of transformation Isaiah and the people of Judah faced was one that would change their world of power and prosperity to one of crisis and subservience to another nation. The wealth they had built for themselves would disappear before their eyes. They would watch their nation crumble to the power of another, and they would be distraught—wondering what happened and how they would get out of it. Would they ever see economic prosperity again? Would they ever have religious independence again? Isaiah was being called to a very difficult job: to bring hope to a people who would find themselves drowning in a sea of hopelessness. It was a huge job. It was probably meant for someone who was really prepared, had studied for it, was someone that people would listen to.
God called Isaiah.
God called a man who was afraid of the job. God called a man who had no idea how to respond to the presence and voice of God. God called a man who was not only not worthy of the job but also, and probably more importantly, not ready for the job. Isaiah was none of the above, at least in his own opinion. But God fixed that. The seraph was the member of God’s court in charge of healing. So the pain that Isaiah experienced was actually pain that helped him to heal that in his life which held him back from being able to say yes to God. The vision of God in the holy temple tears Isaiah apart; he is made painfully aware of his shortcomings and inadequacies. He calls himself out as being of “unclean lips,” and a seraph places a hot coal to his lips. But this is ultimately a healing action, and God’s call in his life is not just to get his own self and life straightened out but also to do all he can to help straighten out the broken, hurting world in which he lives.
The rest of Isaiah’s story and legacy is his engagement on God’s behalf of what is wrong in the world by imposing a vision of what is right. God’s vision for the world is still alive and could be close at hand if Isaiah can help turn the hearts of the people. It is a hard job; nobody wants to change, especially when things seem to be going so well with or without God. Why would the people of Judah want to listen to Isaiah when they are living in a period of prosperity and cannot see the devastation coming on the horizon? It was hard work for Isaiah; painful work. And it was the call of God upon Isaiah’s life.
Much of what we are called to do as Christians is hard work. And sometimes we have to go through our own kind of hot coals on the lips to be truly ready to be a follower of God in Christ. Isaiah is an example of someone who declared himself unready, unworthy, and the last one on earth God should call. Yet, without his career as a prophet, where would the people of God be today? Without the example he set of speaking truth to power and hope to hopelessness, where would the people of God be now? Because of Isaiah, we have a tradition of hoping for things that seem impossible which prepared us for the story of Jesus: his life, death, and resurrection. It was the story of Isaiah that echoed when Mary Magdalene came to the empty tomb and believed what she saw there.
And it was those hot coals that made it possible. It was the coals—the pain of being called and transformed for a life of service to God that touches even our generation of faith and give us courage to say yes to God’s call in our lives. And God is still calling.
God calls us to stand up for repentance, for change. We need to participate in the prophecy of the Word of God in this time and this place. Where are the places we see injustice? Where are the walls that need to be torn down, the words of hope that need to be spoken, the hubris that needs to be checked so that God’s word of salvation and hope can be heard and believed and lived out in our lives?
Before he could truly live into God’s purpose for his life, Isaiah had to experience pain and accept the humility with which one must respond to God’s call. How has your life as a Christian been painful? Can you relate to the story of Isaiah—a story of calling of a very ordinary person with some skeletons lurking in the proverbial closet?
Is God calling you to something hard, something big, something painful, for which you don’t think you are ready? God’s vision of restoration is still at work in the world, and to make a God-sized vision come true, God still needs Isaiahs, people of unclean lips, of prideful nations, who will say yes to the painful and glorious work of the transformation of the world. You see, these people, these ancestors, these brothers and sisters of ours are not far away, fanciful characters of the past. They are you and me. I am Isaiah, and Isaiah is you. We are called to speak truth when no one wants to hear it; to be faithful to the word of God and the hope that the world can and will change, and that we are an important part of making that change a reality. We are today’s prophetic voices; we are the ones sharing the hope of Christ with the world—the world that is hurting because of occupation, economic hardship and injustice, hatred and violence, and isolation from God.
But friends, we believe that things can change or we wouldn’t be here today. We believe Isaiahs are still out there spreading the message of God, and some of us are those Isaiahs. Our dear brother of long ago simply said yes. He didn’t know what God would ultimately ask of him, but he said yes anyway. In retrospect, it was probably the easiest decision of his life, the one he worked the hardest to fulfill. It wasn’t easy. It caused him pain, and probably the loss of some friends, family, and in the short run, respect. But because of Isaiah, the unworthy and unready, the story of Christ has been heard, accepted, lived, and passed on for generations. The faithful members of the Civil Rights Movement in this country, Archbishop Desmund Tutu and the Truth and Reconciliation Commission of South Africa, and the many, many faithful fighting hard against discrimination directed legally, theologically, and personally against members of the LGBTQ community are the Isaiahs that God continues to call.
And we gather here today waiting for the next word from God.
Whom will the Lord send? Who are the Isaiahs here today? Who will go into the world with the good news of hope and God’s grace? Will it be you?
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