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Thursday, July 29, 2021

Sermon, 17th Sunday in Ordinary Time, July 25, 2021, "Step into the arena"

 

 B Proper 12 17 Ord Pilg 2021
2 Samuel 11:1-17; 12:1-7a
July 25, 2021

           Yesterday Tracy and I travelled to Chicago to have lunch with our youngest son who was at the new regional headquarters of Team Rubicon, an organization that coordinates disaster relief all over the world.  Abe was there to coordinate a medical team headed for Mongolia which has been overrun with Co-Vid.  Heading up that team was the Director of Emergency Services from Johns Hopkins Medicine.

Abe gave us a tour of Team Rubicon’s Chicago facility, a converted fire station just outside of downtown Chicago.  They had kept some of the original brick and mortar, fire hoses, and, of course, a fire pole.  But on the wall, as you entered Team Rubicon’s Chicago headquarters was their mission statement.  Listed first was a quote from a speech by Teddy Roosevelt, “Step into the arena.”[1]  Roosevelt was saying that we should not be bystanders as need shows itself and disaster strikes. 

It is not to be perfect or right.  Abe shared how Team Rubicon had too often been part of colonialist mindset that it was trying to correct.  This medical team was not going in to tell Mongolian health care how to do its job.  Rather, they were there to ally themselves with the health care system as intermediaries who would give relief for three weeks to people who were exhausted in the second tier of care.  The people working on the front lines in Mongolia would be in charge of care.  Team Rubicon had made mistakes and learned and continues to step into the arena.  There is no effort without error and shortcoming.  But there is no failure.  Failure is only data for the next effort.[2]

As Christians, we step into the arena not with skinned knuckles but with skinned knees from having bent to care for the sick and the dying, with sweat, dirt, and blood from travelling to the margins to care for those outside the circles of life, and with a willingness to be transformed ourselves.   As people of faith, we know that God has already stepped into the arena and extends a hand toward us to join and be part of the struggle. 

It was Rev. Leslie Penrose, a professor of Tracy’s at Phillips Theological Seminary, who had learned about base communities on a mission trip to Nicaragua in the 1980s and had returned to the States with that experience and knowledge of how to step into the struggle.  Penrose had met a man in Nicaragua who was a gay person but could not enter the ministry because of his sexual orientation.  His story raised so many questions for her that Penrose returned to the States and enrolled in seminary seeking answers.  A semester into her seminary studies, a nurse asked her if she would be willing to minister to a young man dying of AIDS who was scared and alone.  “Don’t even bother,” he said, “my church has already told me I am going to hell.”  After visiting him almost every day until he died and holding a memorial service for him at his friends’ request, Penrose recounts that things just exploded.  She was asked to do chaplaincy for HIV/AIDS patients—talking to them, baptizing them, making hospital visits.   Nobody else seemed to be doing this ministry in the Tulsa area.   And pretty soon members of the gay community began attending Memorial Drive United Methodist Church where she was Associate Pastor.  But the church got threatened as they filled a whole row.

She later founded Community of Hope in a basement and the congregation slowly grew but had to figure out a way that included hospital beds to people struggling with HIV/AIDS could be a part of the worship. 

“Across the years, we learned pretty quickly how to do liturgy that would help us survive every time we came to church, having somebody else die — that kind of just massive overwhelming grief that was happening in the early ’90s,” Penrose said.  But they were willing to step into the arena, join hands with God whose hand had been extended waiting for someone, anyone to bend their knee.

Community of Hope eventually became known as a church that welcomed many other people who were not welcome at other churches.  But they were also brought up on charges by a United Methodist clergy colleagues.  That is how Community of Hope began as part of the United Church of Christ. Penrose,  “I wrote a letter and said, ‘You know, I’m tired of wasting time and energy and creative thought fighting when we could be putting that into some wholesome kind of ministry.”[3]  When we step into the arena, it is not all rainbows and butterflies.

 Traditionally, at least as I remember the tradition taught to me, King David was the greatest of Jewish heroes and kings.  He arose from humble origins, was anointed as a king as a young boy, slayed the giant Goliath with his sling to “head off” the Philistines, chosen to be king by the prophet as just a boy,  forced into exile by a king gone mad, referenced as a man of God’s own heart, and returned from exile to rightfully claim the throne, moving the center of Israelite power to Jerusalem, taking Israel to its status as the world’s number one superpower.  As a way of asserting Jesus’s authority, two of the Gospel writers traced Jesus’s lineage back through David.  Indeed, Jesus was even born in what became known as the city of David, Bethlehem, and Jesus is named as the Son of David.  Even in popular culture, I think we know enough of the David story that Disney used parts of it to frame the popular movie and Broadway show, The Lion King.

           David is supposed to be a man after God’s own heart—a man of justice, mercy, integrity, and compassion. The Israelite monarchy, in its most devotional form, was supposed to represent God’s rule on earth.  Earlier in this sermon series, I had us read Psalm 72, thought to be a coronation or inauguration Psalm proclaimed as a new king takes leadership.  That Psalm is juxtaposed with I Samuel 8 where God warns the people that all the king will do is “take away.”  Psalm 72 reads

“Give the king your justice, O God.  May the king judge your people with righteousness and your poor with justice.  May the king defend the cause of the poor of the people, give deliverance to the needy, and crush the oppressor.  For the king delivers the needy when they call, the poor and those who have no helper.  From oppression and violence, the king redeems their life and precious is their blood in the king’s sight.”[4]

 

This juxtaposition between values and a warning over and against romantic memory of authoritarian power and innocence requires our engagement with our faith, our Socratic questioning, our interrogation.  Does a nation lose its soul when its values are sacrificed at the altar of romantic memory?  When we cannot interrogate our past to call for a future with more integrity, do we always end up with empty sayings like, “We are the chosen.  God blesses us,” that forego our obligation and our responsibility?

           Israel’s birth story was about a people in slavery who were delivered from authoritarian rule—genocide, torture, and death.  This birth remembered was to make them especially aware of the stranger or the immigrant in their communities as they had been the stranger or the immigrants in Egypt.  As David’s star ascends in the ancient Near East, however, are values and warning traded for a romantic view of “power over” other nations believing in Israel and therefore King David’s exceptionalism?   Is David without obligation and responsibility?

           The story read for us from 2 Samuel today begins with an ominous foreshadowing:  “In the spring of the year, the time when kings go out to battle . . .” Where is David?  He has stayed home at the palace.  And where 1 Samuel 8 had God reminding the people of what a king will do by repeating the words “take away,” we learn that authoritarian power rarely gets its own hands dirty.  It sends other people to do the dirty work.  Remember 1 Samuel 8? The king will take away your children to serve in the army, the king will take away your land and fields and make you farm it.  The king will take away your best resources and make them do his work.  The king will take away. 

           The story before us today is cast using military language.  Eleven times in the story the word “send” is used and it is almost exclusively used for the behavior of King David.  In this story, David does not do anything face to face.  He has other people do his bidding—knowing that others will keep the chain of command.  David is the master manipulator—moving people around like chess pieces, like kings, military dictators do.[5]

           David is sending out his troops without going himself.  He sends for Bathsheba without going to her himself.  He sends for Uriah.  He sends out Uriah.  He sends a message to his military general, Joab.  He cuts the connections between himself and his behavior.  It is like the movie “Wag the Dog” where the president tries to use a war in another country to avoid his own responsibility.  It is like when President Clinton bombed two countries to avoid his behavior with Monica Lewinsky.  The abusive use of power and violence at a national level is meant to distract us from the abusive use of power at a personal level.  We may question the king but we don’t dare question the country.

           David rapes Bathsheba and continues his sending.  She sends word she is pregnant.  He sends for Uriah, the Hittite, her husband, a foreigner in the land, one who is also poor[6],  a person for whom David is to be an advocate, a protector, a deliverer.  If David does not do so, Israel is not Israel.  Israel is Egypt and David is the Pharaoh.  But the prophetic warning sounded by the Living God through Samuel has come to fruition. 

           David sends Uriah to his home to have sex with his wife to cover up David’s crime.  Uriah remembers his connections to his comrades in arms, the ark of the covenant (a reminder of God’s deliverance from authoritarian rule in Egypt), and Uriah will not go home while his mates are not home.  David sends for Uriah again.  This time David liquors him up and sends him to his house again.  Uriah refuses to step foot in his home.  So David sends Uriah back to war, a war he will opt out of himself, with a message for his field general Joab, “When the fighting is fierce and the chips are down, have Uriah sent to the front lines.” 

           There Uriah is killed.  Joab sends word back to David that Uriah, David’s servant, has died in battle.  And in the final act of unmitigated evil, David sends word back to Joab, absolving Joab of responsibility, saying, “Don’t worry, my friend, this is the nature of war.  People get killed.”

           Bathsheba mourns the death of her husband, Uriah, which literally means, “The Living God is my light.”  Indeed, throughout the story, it is Uriah the Hittite who acts as the faithful Jew.  And when the appointed mourning time is over, David sends for Bathsheba—to take her as one of his many wives.

           On its face, this story reminds us when we wax romantic about benevolent dictators, authoritarian rulers we paint as saviors, that there are no such things.  Absolute power corrupts absolutely.  Empires consume.  Kingdoms take.  Rather than get their own hands dirty, authoritarian rulers send. 

           And King David would have gotten away with it too but for the prophet Nathan appearing before him to offer a blistering critique of authoritarian rule through allegory.  Chapter 11 ends with the words, “But the thing David had done displeased the Living God.”  God hears the blood of Uriah calling out and extends a hand to the prophet Nathan.  Nathan steps into the arena. 

So it is now that the Living God sends Nathan to confront King David.  Nathan relates the poverty of Uriah the Hittite by describing him as a poor man.  King David sees the injustice in the story and pronounces judgment on the man who would take the little that Uriah has.  Nathan now uses King David’s own sense of justice to say to him, “You are that man!  The violence and unfaithfulness you have done now pervades your whole family, palace, and the nation.  You cannot get away from it.”

           This is our story.  This is our tradition.  This is . . . Bible.  This story valorizes the foreigner, the immigrant, the poor and paints Uriah as the faithful Jew.  This tradition declares a blistering critique over the most romantically held king within the Jewish and Christian faith—King David.  The prophet Nathan speaks truth to power and, once again, shares the values of a God who does not allow the most powerful person of the world’s number one superpower to escape accountability for his treatment of the vulnerable, his theft of the poor, and his hypocrisy when David is said to be a man after God’s own heart.  Nathan, risking life and limb, comes before David and tells him to get right. 

           If our faith is to mean anything, we should tell a story like this one to our friends, our neighbors, and our family members who do not believe social justice is central to the Jewish and Christian story and tradition.  As the satirist Jon Stewart was given to say, “If you don't stick to your values when they're being tested, they're not values: they're hobbies.” 

           Once we have evangelized the people we know, we, as a church, need to remind ourselves of the courage our faith calls for to confront the powerful with God’s call for integrity, justice, and treasuring of the most vulnerable among us.  God does not suggest or hint that the most powerful and wealthy are virtuous because they are powerful and wealthy.  In fact, the Bible, through stories like these, suggests that if you are powerful and wealthy, you fall under the eye of God’s suspicion.  As a church, where will we, in full courage, call the powerful and wealthy into account to bring about transformative justice?  How will we fully participate in this story so that it is once again told in our lives?

           For some people, the authoritarian dictator can do no wrong.  For people of faith, the authoritarian dictator, even the most beloved in history, will be confronted in courage to bring about God’s justice.  Let us begin.  Let us step into the arena.  For God has heard the cry and stepped into the arena and now extends a hand hoping we will take that hand in love and courage.  Amen.

          

          

 



[1] Erin McCarthy, “Roosevelt’s ‘The Man in the Arena,’” Mental Floss, April 23, 2020, https://www.mentalfloss.com/article/63389/roosevelts-man-arena.

[2] One of my favorite organizing principles learned from Adrienne Maree Brown.

[3] Emily McFarlan Miller, “UMC edges toward historic split over LGBTQ inclusion. This small church showed the way,” Episcopal News Service, July 23, 2021.  https://www.episcopalnewsservice.org/2021/07/23/umc-edges-toward-historic-split-over-lgbtq-inclusion-this-small-church-showed-the-way/

[4] Psalm 72:1-2,4, 12, 14.

[5] Everett Fox, Give Us a King:  Samuel, Saul, and David, (New York:  Schocken Books, 1999),  pp. 188-189.

[6] Hints of how poor Uriah is are indicated by Nathan describing Uriah as having only one sheep to David’s money.  Unfortunately, even the prophet Nathan regards Bathsheba as chattel.

Thursday, July 22, 2021

Sermon, 16th Sunday in Ordinary Time, July 18, 2021, "Come away and rest . . . regularly and rhythmically"

B Proper 11 16 Ord Pilg 2021
Luke 12:27; Mark 6:30-34, 53-56
July 18, 2021

          When I was a pastor on the campus of the University of Illinois, our two sons, Jacob and Abraham, were with their mom in Sheboygan, Wisconsin, during the school year.  The first time the boys came to be with us, probably over Thanksgiving break, our neighbor said to Tracy, “Mike just seems lighter, happier, more at ease.”  Yes.  True.  There is no question but that when my boys were with me or going to be with me, I relaxed back into my life.  I could be totally alone at work, knowing my kids or other family members are at home, and just . . . be at ease. 

           Tracy and I are in Sawyer now because the best vacations I have had were when we made the trip to southwest Michigan to Tower Hill.  I would figure out what I wanted to do for a preaching series in the fall, load myself up with the necessary books, and then look forward to my spiritual practice of study.  The first week would be a time when I would set my routine, read and take notes, before anyone else got up and then onto the beach.  I would begin to unwind in the second week, the solitude allowing my soul, stretched and beaten up a little bit, to get brave enough to surface once again. 

           Celtic poet and mystic John O’Donohue wrote that our soul loves the shadows.  And it is important to give our soul time out of the public spotlight so that when we later step out in front of others in courage and

strength, our soul comes with us.  When we do not give our soul necessary shadows, the next time we step out, our soul may not come with us.

           Sometimes my solitude has been found by playing on a softball team.  Weird, right?  But it corresponds with my love for team process, laughter, and physical exertion.  The most fun I had in Billings, Montana, was playing softball on a Crow softball team—one of the few white boys on the team.  Team members would make fun of my different ways.  But when I am part of a team, my jazz starts to emerge.  I know my right rhythms but I also know how to creatively play with those rhythms.  That then needs to be something I pay attention to in my marriage.  Do Tracy and I decide things together?  Is there a lightness in our relationship that provides grace for our hard work?  Is there a regular rhythm to our sexuality that is dependable in physical exertion and makes me feel connected to her?  If not, our souls tend to not show up for one another.  We don’t have the necessary solitude together. 

           And where I at one time thought myself to be a total extrovert, I am recognizing that it is not about being an introvert or an extrovert but about finding the necessary balance that is healthy for me, that allows my soul to come forward at the appropriate time to be vulnerable, take risks, extend myself out into the world.  That does not happen by accident.  Solitude is an intentional practice of hiddenness, simplicity, and protection that says to our depths, “I want you to be courageous.  I want you to be loving.  So I will find places and moments of shelter for you.”

           Spiritual teachers in this age talk about it again and again.  There is a difference between loneliness, or even being alone, and solitude.  Solitude is about a defined intentionality and presence.  Being alone is not necessarily by choice and our definition.  We have all had that experience of being alone in a crowd.  Solitude is about intentionally making necessary space for our souls to feel safe and then emerge.  Solitude allows our souls to show up.  I think solitude even allows our souls to show up when we know we are alone, having to row against the tide of popular opinion or criticism. 

           Our first Scripture passage is a reminder that God sees us as fundamentally beautiful and wants us to see the created beauty in the world.  In our second Scripture passage, the disciples have been out and about, doing God’s work, Jesus calls them away to rest, away from the crowds.  In Jewish and continuing in Christian tradition, the wilderness or desert is that bare or stark place where shade and shadow are prevalent.  It is a place where the soul can fully present itself without fear.  If we do not find that desert or wilderness on a regular basis, our soul recedes too deeply within us and is not available for ourselves or for others.  In the same way, Mohammed would retreat to the mountain.  It was there he found his shade and shadow, his fierce landscape. 

Director of Duke University’s Islamic Center, Omid Safi, talks about finding the cave.  As he has aged, his experience is similar to mine.  He used to find his bliss with a brunch of a dozen friends or more, music playing in the background, and weighty conversations about heart and soul.  Now he finds it in smaller gatherings with guests of his own heart.  Solitude, Safi believes, must be found at times when we are intentionally alone and intentionally out in the world—cycles and rhythms we are listening for.  We find serenity and tranquility in the presence of God alone or in community.[1]  This solitude becomes more fully rich when we are intentional about showing up in each place.   

What are the people, the places, the experiences, that put us at ease in the world?  How do we put ourselves with those people, in those places, and rhythmically through those experiences so that we regularly put ourselves in the presence of God?

Author and activist, Adrienne Maree Brown, encourages people into practices of solitude that also bend toward Sabbath rhythms—rhythms of rest, play, and celebration.  Brown wrote the book, Emergent Strategy:  Shaping Change, Changing Worlds.  She offers this advice to activists who want to help bend the arc of history to transformative justice.  She wrote during the Trump Administration, believing practices of solitude absolutely necessary, so she encourages people to:     

 

– rest whenever you can, deeply and well. act as if you can store up sleep and you need as much stored up as you can get.

– reflect on what the longest-term commitments of your life are, and see if you need to make any adaptations in order to actually center those commitments in your daily life. don’t put it off, don’t wait on answering your calling.

– have a summer that feels like a pleasure and a celebration as an act of resistance against an administration that seems to want to break us with misery. tap into childhood fun self, get a kids swimming pool even if you’re an adult, count lightning bugs, watch sunsets, make out in summer rainstorms, go someplace you have never been, even if it’s in your same town, eat ice cream, wear booty shorts, cultivate your joy.[2]

 

I want to make it clear.  This was not your pastor encouraging you to wear booty shorts.  It was included in a long quote.  But, if that’s what helps you to get your solitude groove on, well then, I guess, wear booty shorts. 

           It is to remember, after Jesus calls the disciples in for intentional rest and solitude, they then go out and feed the 5,000 and heal the mass of people who are being laid at their feet.  The gospels let you know the kind of hunger and poverty that was ever-present at the time of Jesus.  This poverty was so pervasive that disease, deformity, and death were rampant.  Just by healing people, Jesus is saying that this was not the life God intended for the people.  I think that is what continues to plunge me into my faith.  That no matter how difficult these days of climate catastrophe and political polarization may be, the time of Christ was a time of immense suffering, persecution, and death.  The gospel accounts may have been written as a way of saying, “This is not what God had in mind.  God is active and moving and wants you to not only to be fed but also to be healed, have the health care you need, when the wider world seems to encourage your demise.”

           To do that work, to extend ourselves for that work in vulnerability and risk, we need to find that balance of solitude which guards our hearts, gives them rest and shade.  In fact, it is the very nature of our souls that they love the shadows, a warm glow of candlelight, the path that is not so well lit, more stark and barren than blazing with neon light.[3]  But what puts us at ease so we might then be available to the wider world?  When we find these people, places, and experiences, we are called to make that solitude regular, rhythmic, and persistent.  It is the curse of our age in which we say, “Yeah, I need to do more of that,” rather than ask ourselves, “How do I make that a part of what I do every year, every week, every day?”  Come away and rest.  Regularly.  Not just when you have time.  God has made the Sabbath as a cathedral in time for us.  Amen. 

 



[1] Omid Safi, “Solitude is about more than just being alone,” OnBeing columnist, August 2, 2017, https://onbeing.org/blog/omid-safi-solitude-is-about-more-than-just-being-alone/. 

[2] Adrienne Maree Brown, “Star Wars and summer,” July 4, 2018, www.adriennemareebrown.net.  I am hoping we might have a study of her book, Emergent Strategy:  Shaping Change, Changing Worlds. 

[3] John O’ Donohue, Anam Cara:  A Book of Celtic Wisdom (New York:  Cliff Street Books, 1977), pp. 80-81.

Monday, March 22, 2021

Sermon: B Lent 1, February 21, 2021, "Wild Hearts"

 

B Lent 1 BFC 2021
Mark 1:9-15; Mark 4:24-25
February 21, 2021

We belong to one another.  This is one of the fundamental assertions made by the Christian tradition and Scripture.  In the Lakota tradition, it is comprehended by the phrase, Mitakuye oyasin, (Mee-tah-koo-yay Oy-yah-seen) , “we are all related,” that truth which stretches out beyond humankind to embrace animals, plants, the wider world.   And it would seem that we are in a time whether we affirm that truth, live out of that reality, or we perish protesting that we are not our sister’s keeper, the Grand River, or that we do not belong to our siblings struggling for full rights and to be without fear in the Trans-community. 

And we are in an extraordinary moment.  Activist, scholar, and author, Angela Davis, recently said,

 

This is an extraordinary moment. I have never experienced anything like the conditions we are currently experiencing, the conjuncture created by the COVID-19 pandemic and the recognition of the systemic racism that has been rendered visible under these conditions because of the disproportionate deaths in Black and Latinx communities. And this is a moment I don’t know whether I ever expected to experience.[1]

 

We belong to one another.  If this pandemic is not a time of the wilderness, I’m not sure what is.  In this extraordinary moment, when many of us long for normal, we have too often failed to recognize that “church” was born out of a time that was far from normal.  For this blessed church, if this interim time has not been an opportunity to train our attention on what is important, then maybe we have given up on what it means to be church.  Because my concern for you all is that what this wilderness has become is just a waiting time—a waiting time until we can get back to “normal”—with each of you having a different idea of what “normal” means.  We belong to one another. 

Research professor, wisdom-giver, and author, Brené Brown, shares what she considers to be the elements of what it means to remember that we belong to one another—a strong back, a soft front, and a wild heart.  Having a strong back is to speak truth to b.s. while at the same time being civil.  We remain self-differentiated while also remaining connected.  Having a soft front has to do with our deepest need—to be seen by other people, to really be seen and known by someone else.  But we’re all so armored up these days, armored up to the point where there is not a chance on God’s green earth that we can be seen.  We need a soft front to be seen.  Finally, to remember that we belong to one another, we need a wild heart, a heart that lives in the landscape of the paradoxes and the tensions of grit and grace, tough and tender, excited and scared.   In our wildness, we have such possibility to choose from--a diversity of responses that come with nuance and precision.

In Christian spirituality, the three basic values are intention, balance, and freedom.  These values reflect what it means to be wild at heart.  For we are not caught slavishly reacting to whatever the world throws at us.  Rather, we intentionally and creatively choose the right amount of grit or grace, toughness or tenderness, excitement or fear for the present moment.[2]  Our balance between those tensions does not allow us to get knocked off our pins.  We use these paradoxes as tools, with a freedom that calls for just the right amount in any given situation.    

           We all have that fundamental need to belong.  And to remember that we belong is to be wild at heart.  “Wild” comes from that word “wilderness.”   Lent is the invitation to walk in the wilderness, to put down the extra baggage, because it just might kill us, if we try to lug it around.  The wilderness is the place where the sources of life and sustenance are foreign to us.  So we will have to whittle down, figure out what our core values are, liberate our attention to discern what really matters.  We will have to develop mantras to repeat over and over, as a contrast to what the world tells us about who we are and to remember that we do belong.    

Every year the Revised Common Lectionary has us reading the follow up to Jesus’s baptism by John the Baptist.  Every year, on the First Sunday of Lent, Jesus walks out into the wilderness for 40 days.  This is a not-so-disguised replay of the Children of Israel walking out into the wilderness 40 years after they left bondage in Egypt.  In the Gospel of Mark, Jesus is thrown out into the wilderness by the Spirit.  The Greek word[3] is the same one used to describe Jesus throwing out demons from the occupied and colonized Jewish people throughout Mark. 

Seemingly, by the spiritual force of the Spirit, Jesus has no choice.  As we all do, Jesus must make his way through the wilderness.  It is a divine journey.  For in the wilderness, we learn the rules for how we are to live in the Promised Land.  Every year Lent comes around and we practice living in this stark landscape, this extreme place, to learn of God’s presence and our own power.  What are those mantras we will repeat over and against the imperial narrative? 

Three mantras are found in Jesus’s wilderness story in Matthew and Luke.

 

·       God is beyond just making sure my needs are satisfied through displays of power and status.

·       God is not about the flash and the show and has nothing to prove.  So don’t go around trying to prove God.

·       Do not worship power-over and all of its trappings..  Serve the God who works with power from below and across the table. 

 

We may believe we walk in the wilderness alone, but the wilderness is not loneliness.  Loneliness is driven by our lack of authenticity, and our authenticity sometimes requires that we jeopardize our connection with other people to say, “I disagree.  That’s not funny.  I’m not on board.”  Those who have the highest levels of belonging in the world show up, knowing that we stand alone in our values at times.  For when we stand up against something we do not think is right or for something we know to be right, we are connected to every other person who has made the journey through the wilderness.[4]  In the wilderness, we learn to imitate the wild heart of God, unbound, unfettered, and unattached to the imperial narrative.

The wilderness creates a moment of beholding.  Beholding is where we learn to pay attention for the first time.  The wilderness forces us to take account of our lives.  Instead of being caught up in schedules, rushing around, and deadlines, we come into the present moment and stop.  And now we look.  What is the opportunity in the given moment?  Now with this beholding, we see the opportunity in the given moment.  We are called to do something with this opportunity.  We avail ourselves of the opportunity and we go.[5]   

The wilderness is the call to fast from anything that is not rooted in love.  In Lent, we are to develop our spiritual practice of fasting.   What we give attention to grows.  What we pay attention to grows.  Let our self-imposed wilderness be a spiritual practice of not giving our attention to those things, as author and community organizer, Adrienne Maree Brown writes, that are “other people’s cycles, their mistakes, lies, or ignorant projections, or the domination cycles of those who measure their humanity in false supremacy.”[6]  Brown believes we are caught up in cycles where our attention is caught up in cycles of crises and commercialism.  Our attention is drawn to stories that keep us on a string like puppets.  We pay attention to those stories that leave us furious or helpless—without power.  And then the next scandal or controversy comes along and, “Squirrel!” our attention is once again diverted and we are manipulated away from what brings power in the wilderness to the next thing we will buy, the next scandal or controversy, the path that splits us in 40 different directions.

Let us fast from those things.  Let us liberate our attention, let us shine sunlight on everything we want to see grow.  Imagine bringing our attention to rhythms of gratitude, collective power, experimentation, curiosity and celebration and doing that together as a congregation?  Imagine bringing our attention to those rhythms and watching them grow?

Right now our world requires “a shift from individual, interpersonal and inter-organizational anger towards a viable, generative, sustainable systemic change.”[7]  Anger, violence, and outrage and how we have been wronged or gypped by what did not go our way . . . .seem to be the only tools we have as we walk into the wilderness.  And we need something more.  We need to remember that the wilderness is about training our attention, helping us to discern what is important. 

If this pandemic is not a time of the wilderness, I’m not sure what is.  For this blessed church, if this interim time has not been an opportunity to train our attention on what is important, then maybe we have given up on what it means to be church.  Because my concern for you all is that what this wilderness has become is just a waiting time until we can get back to “normal”—with each of you having a different idea of what “normal” means.  Adrienne Maree Brown writes that when she trains her attention to rhythms of gratitude, collective power, experimentation, curiosity, and celebration, sheexperience(s) a lot of days where [she is] full of awe, laughter, work that induces pride, noticing the small and massive miracles that are part of each day.”

How do we get there?  How do we start with ourselves and this community of faith in Jackson, Michigan, so that we might all have a strong back, soft front, wild heart, and remember that we belong to each other?  I believe it starts when we see this place of pandemic, this wilderness, as a way to discern our rhythms to decide, what we will leave behind, what we will no longer lug around to our own detriment, and what we will grow with our attention. 

I pray that you have heard me encouraging you to see this interim and pandemic time as an opportunity.  And that you, with a strong backs, soft fronts, and wild hearts bring attention to the rhythms that will grow you.  May it be so.  Amen. 

         



[1] Angela Davis, “Uprising & Abolition: Angela Davis on Movement Building, “Defund the Police” & Where We Go from Here,” Democracy Now!, June 12, 2020, https://www.democracynow.org/2020/6/12/angela_davis_historic_moment

[2] “strong back, soft front, wild heart:  conversation with Brené Brown,” OnBeing, February 8, 2018, https://onbeing.org/programs/brene-brown-strong-back-soft-front-wild-heart-feb2018/.

[3] ekballw (ekballw)

[4] “strong back,” Brown.

[5] “The Anatomy of Gratitude:  Interview with David Steindl Rast,” On Being, January 21, 2016, https://onbeing.org/programs/david-steindl-rast-anatomy-of-gratitude/.

[6] Adrienne Maree Brown, “attention liberation, attention reparations,” October 28, 2017, http://adriennemareebrown.net/2017/10/28/attention-liberation-attention-reparations/.

[7] Adrienne Maree Brown, “what is/isn’t transformative justice?”  July 9, 2015, http://adriennemareebrown.net/2015/07/09/what-isisnt-transformative-justice/.

Wednesday, July 10, 2019

Twelfth Sunday in Ordinary Time, June 30, 2019, "No distinctions made"


C Proper 7 12 Ord OL BFC NH 2019
Galatians 3:25-28; Gospel of Thomas 77
June 30, 2019

          The Bible is not the be all end all but today I want to begin by asking us to think of a Scripture verse you might consider a life’s motto or sums up the meaning of Christian faith.  Let’s take a minute of silence to reflect and then share.   A life’s motto found in a Scripture verse or a Scripture verse that you think sums up the Christian faith.   One minute of silence. 
 A life’s motto found in a Scripture verse or a Scripture verse that you think sums up the Christian faith.
One of the Scripture verses I might use to summarize Christian faith is found in Paul’s letter to the Galatians for today.  Paul writes in about the year 50 C.E., and Paul is clearly quoting something that pre-dates that.  It was used by early Christians in their baptisms and it conveys just how radical early Christianity was.  There is no distinction between those of different racial, ethnic, national, or religious stripe (Jews and Greeks).  There is no distinction between those of different gender or sexuality (male or female).  There is no distinction between those of different social or economic background or status. (slave or free). 
I think it is critical that we hear what a radical statement that was not only for the 1st Century but for the 21st Century.  Sometimes we wrongly assume that we have to bend and twist our tradition and Scripture to make some moral progress, to find a Christianity that is open enough, loving enough, and just enough to meet us where we are.  Sometimes that faith is calling to us from the ancient world to be much more radical than what we are.  This broad, baptismal statement tells this open and affirming congregation—with beautiful and wise and courageous leaders and participants from all across the LGBTQAI spectrum—that our work together, our ministry together, our lack of distinction in love, is central to the beginnings of the early Christian Church.  It is time we stop acting like we have to apologize for our faith.  By our identity and work in Billings and in Montana, we are at the heart of the Christian tradition, affirmed by its earliest creed, when we find spiritual power, divinity, God or Christ in diverse and various peoples, places, and voices.  This is who we are.
I was drawn to an article from CNN this week about Australian musician and songwriter, Nick Cave.  Cave’s music is characterized by its raw intensity, and, historically, its unflinching dark subject matter.  He cultivated an aloof and menacing persona.  Things changed somewhat, however, when Cave and his wife tragically lost their 15 year-old son.  Several years ago he began a dedicated search for a deeper faith, something less vengeful, and became witness to a Jesus who was a man of sorrows, sadder, softer, more introspective.  And seven months ago, Cave began a conversation with his audience in concerts and on the internet which has him revealed as a wisdom-giver.  He encouraged people to ask him anything.  When asked what God sounds like, Cage responded by saying, "I hope the voice of God would be something other than booming, authoritarian and male," Cave answered. "Wouldn't that be a pleasant surprise?"  He reflected on his time in the recording studio, how various and diverse voices can come together to produce something like what he thinks God’s voice must sound like.  He went on.

Perhaps, God would have the combined voice of all the untold billions of collected souls, an assembly of the departed speaking as one -- without rancour, domination or division, a great, many-layered calling forth that rings from the heavens in the small, determined voice of a child, maybe; sexless, pure and uncomplicated -- that says 'Look for me. I am here.’[1]

Before The DaVinci Code became popular, the movie Stigmata was released, using the present verse from the Gospel of Thomas as its centerpiece.  The movie suggested that the Roman Catholic Church was preventing the  Gospel of Thomas from going public because it suggested that we did not need the church, a pastor or a priest, to know spiritual power, the Divine, God or Christ.  The divine was accessible to us by looking under a stone or splitting a piece of wood.  Church authorities didn’t want you to know that divinity was so readily available to you because church giving and attendance might bottom out. 
If you did not know this truth, I hope you hear it loud and clear now.  In Christ there are no distinctions.  God and God in Christ are actively trying to be known to us, to say, “Look for me.  I am here.”  Maybe we have missed out because we have been waiting for God from on high, in the powerful and the mighty, the large and impressive, to emerge from the sky.  Meanwhile, as the Gospel of Thomas relates, God has been active from below underneath the stone or from within, inside the log in the small and often unnoticed.  Perhaps it is not the stone or the wood that lead to answers but the lifting and the splitting that bring it about.  What lifting up a stone and splitting open wood requires of us is a strenuous searching.[2]  Christ is found in the strenuous seeking from below, underneath, and from within—the small.
I invite you to take a look at the photo on the front of your bulletin.  There lies a split log.  Looking in the log we find a skink:  a small lizard.  Skinks are very beneficial to a garden because their prey includes grasshoppers, snails, slugs, cockroaches and even small mice.  Who would guess that such a small, active creature might be found within the split log, a manifestation of the divine?
In her book, Emergent Strategies, Adrienne Maree Brown shares how we, as communities, can harness the strength of the small for spiritual power by paying attention to the patterns and the rhythms of the created world.  We should be like the fungus mycelium that grows underground and interconnected to create healthier ecosystems.  We should be like ants who act collectively and cooperatively, relying on the work of others.  We should be like ferns who repeat at scale to impact a whole system.[3]  We should be like a murmuration of starlings—chaotically yet beautifully finding ways to avoid the predators of the world by keeping the right distance apart while keeping our connectivity to move together as a unit.[4]  We should be like dandelions—hard to uproot, medicinal and healing, able to spread like wildfire over the best of lawns.  We are resilient, resistant, decentralized, and regenerative.[5] 
Were you told or taught that God makes distinctions such that your race, nation, ethnicity, or religion disqualifies you from receiving goodness, kindness, and love, and the material bases of life?  That distinctions about your gender or sexuality left you outside the circle, with Christ unable to be found?  That distinctions about your social or economic status or lack of noble birth and noble name somehow made you less than?  It is a lie.  A bold-faced lie—so that others might limit, abuse, torture, claim superiority over you and with their persistence make you believe it.  Were you told or taught that spiritual power, the divine, God or Christ was not available to you?  It is a lie.  A bold-faced lie—to keep you in line, to make you forget your own power. 
I say to you on this day.  Stop seeking God in palaces and in the velvety robes of kings and sovereigns, in the halls of presidents or congress.  Even more so, we are seeking to create a church and a movement that is not confined to the four walls of a church or is confined and boxed in a sanctuary.  In this congregation and out in this beautiful earth are the wonderfully diverse gifts of God.    Give your muscle and sinew, your seeking and activity to find God beneath and within, in the small and the hidden.  God wants to be found.  “Look for me.  I am here.”  Seek!
It is a bold-faced lie to suggest that there are distinctions, to say God or Christ is not available to us.  As the Islamic Sufi mystic, Rumi said, “You are not a drop in the ocean.  You are the entire ocean in a drop.”[6]  No distinctions made.  God’s power is made available to all of us in the small.  This is our tradition.  May we be like a murmuration of starlings, in boundaries and connection, chaotically and beautifully making our way.  Amen. 


[1] Daniel Burke, “A rock star was asked what God's voice sounds like. His answer is beautiful,” CNN, June 29, 2019, https://www.cnn.com/2019/06/29/world/nick-cave-god-religion/index.html. 
[2] “Early Christian Writings:  Gospel of Thomas Commentary,” http://www.earlychristianwritings.com/thomas/gospelthomas77.html
[3] Adrienne Maree Brown, Emergent Strategy:  Shaping change, changing worlds, (Chico, CA:  AK Press, 2017).
[4] Julian Scott Campbell, “Earing our place on the planet:  an interview with adrienne maree brown,” Longreads, April 2018, https://longreads.com/2018/04/24/earning-our-place-on-the-planet-an-interview-with-adrienne-maree-brown/.
[5] Brown, “Emergent.”
[6] “Emergence #3: nine practices into a new future,” Great Lakes Commons, October 5, 2018. 

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