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A monthly column by The Reverend F. Richard Garland

HOMECOMING AND NEW LIFE

Published February 22, 2010

 It is a story of two sons and their father. Rich in image and insight, it is a poignant story about homecoming and new life - of unhappy choices, forgiveness, compassion, reconciliation and healing.

It is unfortunate that the story is usually known as “The Parable of the Prodigal Son.” In becoming focused on the ‘sin’ of one ‘prodigal’ younger brother, plus the stubbornness of an elder brother, it is easy to miss the larger dimensions of why Jesus told the story in the first place. As with all of his parables, this story does not stand alone, but is set in context. Jesus has been teaching about hospitality, of what it means to be a disciple, of the joy of finding that which has been lost.

Take a moment to recall or reread the parable in Luke 15:11-31. Central to the story is the subtle affirmation of unconditional love. Even though the younger son squanders a generous inheritance, the father loves him. Even before the younger son can beg for pardon, the father welcomes him back with love and forgiveness. Even though the younger son deserves less, the father orders a celebration. And even when the older son acts like a twit, the father invites him into the celebration. This is a story about unconditional love that turns religious and social conventions upside down.

At the end Jesus does not tie the story up in a neat little moralism. There is no, “If you do this, you’ll get that.” There is no moral to the story. What we have is one son who does something foolish and then comes to his senses. And we have another son who follows all the rules and ends up being foolish. And we have a father who invites both sons to a feast and ends it all by saying: “We had to celebrate because this brother of yours was dead and has come to life, he was lost and has been found.” What are we to make of it all?

In an exquisite reflection on the parable, “The Return of the Prodigal Son,” Henri Nouwen writes: “Unlike a fairy tale, the parable provides no happy ending. Instead, it leaves us face to face with one of life’s hardest spiritual choices: to trust or not to trust in God’s all-forgiving love.” [p.75] And Nouwen asks of all who would reflect on the parable: “Will they understand the father’s joy? Will they let the father embrace them? Will I? Will they be able to step out of their recriminations and share in the celebration? Will I?” [p.114]

If learning to trust or not to trust in God’s all-forgiving love is one of life’s hardest spiritual choices, then an even harder choice is whether we trust or not trust God enough to offer that unconditional love to others. Homecoming has no lasting meaning if it does not lead to new life.

In his song “Rocky Mountain High,” John Denver sings: “He was born in the summer of his 27th year - Comin' home to a place he'd never been before - He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again...” There is a subtle and profound wisdom in the lyric. It echoes something that Jesus tried to teach Nicodemus - you don’t have to be young to be born from above and see the kingdom of God. [John 3:3] Homecoming is what we experience when we receive compassionate, unconditional love, the kind of love which God offers in Jesus, even though it may be in a place where we have never been before. We are not condemned to our yesterdays. Instead, we are invited to come to that home where we are welcomed with an unconditional love that makes us whole.

There was a man who had two sons. When one of the sons returned after squandering his inheritance, the father saw him and was filled with compassion; he ran and put his arms around him and kissed him. “Bring out a robe - the best one - and put it on him; put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Get the fatted calf and kill it, and let us eat and celebrate; for this son of mine was dead and is alive; he was lost and is found!” Let the party begin!

That’s where the story ends - with an invitation to a feast. It is a poignant story about homecoming and new life - of unhappy choices, of unconditional love, of forgiveness that comes before repentance, of compassion and reconciliation, of stubborn resistance, and more. We really don’t know how it turns out, except that the father is determined to celebrate. Could it be that this is also a story of our relationship with God? That there is something of our story in this story? That our faith is more about relationships and unconditional love than it is about doctrines and creeds, or order and discipline? While I will leave that for you to ponder, I do know this: no matter what we have done or where we have gone, God welcomes us home with an unconditional love that makes us whole. That is very good news indeed!

 

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FIRST THINGS FIRST

By The Rev. F. Richard Garland

Published January 14, 2010

The ancients did not climb mountains for recreation. It would never have occurred to them, for the mountains were the place where the gods lived. To have ventured there would have risked the displeasure and wrath of the divine. Mortals knew their place. It was not in the mountains! Unless, of course, they went with an expectation that their lives might be transformed - that they would see the face of God and live.

Thus it should come as no surprise that the Bible is full of stories that take place on mountains. Moses receives the law there. Elijah hears the still small voice there. Jesus goes off to pray there. He is transfigured there. He preaches there. The Temple is located there. It is the place of the Ascension. And more.

One could write at length on any of these stories. But lately though, I find myself reflecting on Moses’ experience on Mount Sinai. As I read and reflect, I realize that The Ten Commandments are not as simple as they seem. And, It strikes me that few people who talk about them actually start at the beginning! So, I find myself being drawn to the first two commandments as a foundation for what follows:

“I am the Lord your God, who brought you out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of slavery;  you shall have no other gods before me. You shall not make for yourself an idol, whether in the form of anything that is in heaven above, or that is on the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth. You shall not bow down to them or worship them” [Exodus 20:2-5a]

When Moses went to the mountain, he met God again for the first time. First it had been a burning bush. Now, in the wilderness before the mountain, Moses is summoned to the top of the mountain. Which, by the way, was covered by a thick cloud and smoke, and was trembling violently with thunder and lightening. God had something to say: “I am God!. There is no other! Don’t even think of putting something else in my place!”

More and more I believe that one of the essential issues for us as people of faith is that we forget to put first things first. We’re busy trying to rethink church. We’re concerned about how other people are doing with obeying the last five commandments. We’re trying to be agents of social justice, social change, and compassion. All of these are important works of faith, but sometimes we forget why we are doing them in the first place. God is God! There is no other!  Don’t even think of putting something else in God’s place!

There is much in our world today that gets in the way of faithfulness, not the least of which is a financial crisis that has threatened to unravel a cherished way of life. In his new book, “Rediscovering Values: A Moral Compass for the New Economy,” Jim Wallis warns: “If our goal is to get back to business as usual, we will soon be right back to what got us into so much trouble, because what was usual is exactly what got us here in the first place.” To make his point, he goes on to identify a series of contemporary idolatries, asserting that idolatry “...often takes the form of choosing the wrong priorities, trusting in the wrong things, and putting our confidence where it does not belong.” Sounds like a spiritual issue to me!

The dilemma for a person of faith is how to live in the context of one’s culture, guided by a moral compass. The Biblical witness is clear about that. Our ‘true north’ is this: There is One God, and there is no other. We are called to ask of our every thought, of every value, of every relationship and allegiance, of every action and service, of every creed, of every act of devotion, of every measure of faith, “Does it point to and affirm, in word and deed, that God is God?” If it does not, it is an idolatry and pulls us off course.

If you want to have a mountain top experience, be prepared for a little thunder and lightening. If in the process you happen to meet God, expect God to do the talking. And If you are looking for guidance in how to live your life and faith, anticipate that God will expect you to put first things first.

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TREASURE EVERY DAY

By The Rev. F. Richard Garland

Published December 26, 2009
 

Several years ago, on a Sunday morning not long after Christmas, I was sitting in my kitchen looking out over my back yard. It was my quiet time before coming to worship. My eye was drawn to movement and I saw an animal on the path in the woods beyond my fence. The brisk steps and long bushy tail looked at first like a cat, but a closer check revealed a face like a dog, longer legs than a cat, and a beautiful grey-brown coat. It was a fox!

It moved quickly along the path, looking from side to side, alert to any potential threat. There was more movement - a second fox, a little smaller, just as beautiful, keeping pace with the first. I watched, enthralled. Then there was another - a third fox! But the movement was different. This one also moved quickly, but it stopped, looked back and then from side to side, and moved on. Every several yards it repeated the routine, ever vigilant to danger. I was standing now and watched as they disappeared over the hill in the woods - a family on the move.

The Christmas story doesn’t end on Christmas Day. There is a star that guides Magi to the birth. Strange and foreboding gifts are offered. Then a warning: “Don’t tell the king.” “Flee to Egypt, and remain there until I tell you; for Herod is about to search for the child to destroy him.” Then an anguish: “A voice was heard in Ramah, wailing and loud lamentation, Rachel weeping for her children.” We forget this part of the story at our peril. If we try to confine Christmas to a baby and choirs of angels and silent and holy nights, we will miss the power of the story to deal with reality of life.

I wonder how many saw the Holy Family long ago as they went quickly to Egypt. Joseph and Mary must have been especially careful as they moved along their route, constantly alert lest some threat endanger the precious life they conveyed. They understood that even in a world of beauty and hope there are those who threaten the promise of its fulfillment. They accepted the watchfulness required of them as they sought safety and peace. They saw it as a sacred trust, and gave witness that to be careful and caring is an insight from the Spirit.

There are those who are relieved that the holidays are over. Some are worn out from all they have been doing, and need the rest. Some are grieving a loss, which the festivities of the holidays have made all the more painful. Some have been lonely, watching gathered families while theirs were far away. Some have been overwhelmed, as they are reminded by the celebrations and the meaning of Christmas, that the world is still imperfect and in need of mending. “Just make it go away!”

It is before this reality of life that we must resolve that Christmas not end for us on Christmas Day. A careful reading of the Biblical texts reveals that Jesus is born with a purpose and a future: “He will be great, and will be called the Son of the Most High.” [Lk 1:32] “This child is destined for the falling and rising of many.” [Lk 2:34] “He will save his people from their sins.” [Mt 1:21] This Jesus is a child for all seasons. We can learn from him how to cope with seasons of busy-ness, grief, pain, loneliness, and injustice - and, in the learning, find a way to cope.

The Christmas Note was simple, but profound. At the end, Diane had written: “Wishing you a happy and healthy Holiday Season. Treasure every day.” Good counsel any time. Coming from Diane and Ken at this Christmas, it had special meaning. Diane had shared that Ken had injured his back at work and was out of work from mid July to the beginning of November. And, she had begun her letter by writing: “On March 5, 2009 my life started anew with a double lung transplant. After a few set backs, I am doing very well. I have a lot to be thankful for.” A year earlier she was not sure how many days she might have left to treasure. Coming from her, “Treasure every day” is a profoundly moving entreaty.

From time to time we are privileged to see the sacred pass before us, and its Presence can sustain us, even through the most difficult times, when we have to be vigilant. So, resolve, in this new year, to treasure every day. I assure you that, in Immanuel, you will find rest for your soul, life in all of its abundance, and hope for a weary world.

 

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LIVING LARGE AT CHRISTMAS

Published November 10, 2009
 

Have you ever watched a child's sheer delight in anticipating Christmas? When you take the bright eyes and the eager faces and the giggles, and add it to the mystery of the gift of the Christ Child from God, you have everything that anyone could ever want for Christmas. There is nothing more beautiful!

And yet, for some folks, the approach of the Christmas Season is often accompanied with a sense of dread. They feel confronted with so many expectations: too much to do and buy; too little money to accomplish it - a creeping guilt that some people will think the less of them if they don’t do it all - Christmas, the most wonderful time of the year, suddenly becoming little more than a duty overlaid by religious language. How did it ever come to this?

Not long ago I read Henri J.M. Nouwen’s brilliant little book “The Return of the Prodigal Son.” In a section where he describes how God seeks people out, he writes: “Many consumerist economies stay afloat by manipulating the low self-esteem of their consumers and by creating spiritual expectations through material means. As long as I am kept ‘small,’ I can easily be seduced to buy things, meet people, or go places that promise a radical change in self-concept even though they are totally incapable of bring this about.” [p.107] If that doesn’t describe the tension at Christmas, I don’t know what does.

It occurred to me that the stresses at Christmas are, in fact, a spiritual struggle. When we are tempted to meet our spiritual needs through material means, when we are seduced to satisfy a distorted sense of need to buy something that will ultimately leave us even emptier, we are reduced to a shell of what we were created to be - made small, if you will - drawn away from the purposes of God. God didn’t send Jesus to keep the economy afloat! God sent Jesus to embody Love. God sent Jesus to grow up and announce Good News, and call people to compassion and justice.

In truth, the story of incarnation is about living large. When told of what is come to pass, Mary cries out: “My soul magnifies the Lord ...” Upon hearing the choirs of angels and seeing the child, the shepherds return to their fields rejoicing. Drawn by a star, the Magi bring gifts and kneel to worship. In each instance people’s lives were enlarged. What was once Word is now made flesh. And when the baby grew up, people were fed, and healed, and made whole. Lives were transformed as hope took root. That is good news in a time where we are diminished by economic woes, the ills of the world, and fears of disappointment. We need to find ways for our hearts and our lives to be enlarged by faith, hope and love. The birth of the Christ Child is an invitation for us to begin living large.

It is an invitation to learn to enjoy each day to the fullest, feeling free to change our routines and schedules, remembering that people are more important than things. It means looking for spiritual fulfillment and enrichment rather than someone else’s idea of the ‘perfect gift.’ It means focusing on people gathering in the presence of God instead of comparisons of what we got for Christmas. Christmas began with the birth of the Holy One of God. The mystery of Divine Grace took human form and lived among us, full of Grace and Truth, the very fullness of God. That is an invitation to put Christ at the center of Christmas, and discover that there is, in every moment, something to savor and enjoy.

One of my favorite Christmas memories is of watching a toddler escape from his parents during a Christmas Eve Service and crawl into the center aisle of the Church, just far enough away from his parents that they couldn't scoop him up without making a commotion. While everyone began to smile, he stretched out on his tummy, put his elbows on the floor and propped his chin up on his hands and proceeded to survey the service. He watched me, the candles and flowers in the chancel; he looked at the banners; he checked back occasionally at his somewhat embarrassed parents; and he even rolled over on his back and looked at the light and shadows dancing on the ceiling. He was having a good time! We saw a child in our midst, full of grace and truth, and he showed us how to appreciate life with awe and wonder.

Christmas can do that to people. The vision of a child can bring out the child in us all so that we might begin living large at Christmas.

 

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A TRANSFORMING PERSPECTIVE

Published October 2009


In her wonderful little book, “Dakota: A Spiritual Geography,” Kathleen Norris writes of living in Dakota: “...this is my spiritual geography, the place where I’ve wrestled my story out of the circumstances of landscape and inheritance.” She says of it: “A person is forced inward by the spareness of what is outside and visible in all this land and sky. The beauty ... does not give an inch to sentiment or romance.” She quotes Jose Ortega y Gassett: “Tell me the landscape in which you live, and I will tell you who you are.”

Truth be known - each of us carries within us, out of our own unique experience, a spiritual geography that shapes us. In many respects it is a transforming perspective. So, when the Ken Burns’ documentary series, “The National Parks: America’s Best Idea,” was shown last month, it brought back for me a flood of memories. More importantly, it helped me in reflecting theologically about the world in which we live. It may seem like heresy for some, but when I am out in the raw grandeur of nature, it is for me a sanctuary - holy, humbling, unsafe, transforming.

Factoid: Whether one is standing at the south rim of the Grand Canyon or on the plain before the Grand Tetons, the elevation is about 7,000 feet. In one place you peer downwards a mile through space and time to a distant river - in the other you peer upwards over a mile to wind swept peaks covered with snow. Both places are truly beautiful, wild and humbling - more so when one ventures into them. One cannot be in their presence without confronting one’s own limits.

Ironically, the vast western spaces that are now so much a part of my own spiritual geography were not a part of my early experience. I grew up in a place that had been scraped flat by glaciers thousands of years before. Personal geographies differ from one person to another. Some people’s geographies include the oceans, or urban scapes punctuated by parks, or farms, or village greens. Sometimes, when we live in places of spareness that force us inward, we would like to reshape them or escape them to places of healing and hope. For better or for worse, in every case we are shaped by the landscapes in which we live. From time to time our geographies change, expand, narrow. Always they shape our identity.

One of the marks of Ken Burns’ documentaries is the deft use of music to underscore the film. Thus it was no surprise to hear Ferde Grofé’s: Grand Canyon Suite when that story was being told. Even more compelling was another tune that was prominent throughout the six segments of the series - a traditional English folk tune to which the hymn This Is My Father’s World is set. Time after time scenes of stunning beauty were accompanied with the reminder: “This is my Father’s World.”

I was reminded of Psalm 8: “When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars that you have established; what are human beings that you are mindful of them, mortals that you care for them? Yet you have made them a little lower than God, and crowned them with glory and honor ... O Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth!” The Biblical witness reminds us that “The earth is the Lord’s, and all that is in it.” It is a transforming perspective.

In a world where places of natural beauty are prey to hucksters and commercial interests there is a spiritual obligation to remember to whom it all belongs. Jesus reminds us that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like the lilies of the field. To truly understand Abraham, Moses, Elijah and Jesus, one must consider the effect of mountains. Faithful people in all generations saw the creative power of God in the world in which they lived. There is a spiritual geography and we forget that at our peril.

The world around us is a window into the heart of The Creator, and into the source of our spirit. To behold its infinite beauty is to gain an insight into eternity. To be humbled by its timeless majesty and power is to gain an insight into our place within it.

When we take the time to contemplate the scope, the power and the beauty of the world in which we live, it is an opportunity to look beyond ourselves and consider that there is a universe larger than ourselves. It bids us confront our limits and even our fears. It bids us look within ourselves and discover who and what has shaped us. That is what Jesus invited his disciples to do as they walked in the hills and along the lakeshore. It became for all who walked with him a transforming perspective.

 

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IT IS A MATTER OF COMPASSION

Published September 14, 2009
 

One cannot understand the life and ministry of Jesus apart from his compassion. When he fed and healed people, it was out of compassion. In Matthew 9 we read: “Jesus went about all the cities and villages, teaching in their synagogues, and proclaiming the good news of the kingdom, and curing every disease and every sickness. When he saw the crowds, he had compassion for them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd.”

While the rudeness and deliberate lies are bad enough, it is the absence of compassion that troubles me most about the current considerations for the future of health care in our nation.

A very personal story: My father died in 1970 after an extended battle with cancer. A man of modest means, had it not been for Medicare, the medical costs would have bankrupted him. And had it not been for a little bit of Social Security income after his death, my mother would have had no income whatsoever. Except for the compassion of a society, two hard working people, committed to traditional family values, would have been penniless at the end of their lives, and then stigmatized by their plight. I will always be grateful that these government run programs were available to them. My parents received a measure of dignity in a difficult time. It was a matter compassion.

That said, I am old enough to remember the nasty debate over the passage of Medicare. I am enough of an historian to know that there was a nasty debate over the passage of Social Security. So I am not surprised that a similar nastiness is playing out today as our nation considers the future of health care. While different people will have different perspectives on how best to deal with the issue, I believe, that for people of faith, it is a matter of compassion.

Why is it that, although we as a nation spend more per-capita on health care than any other nation, we rank 29th in the world in infant mortality and 24th in life expectancy? Why is it that over 15% of our people have no health care coverage? Why is it that almost all of us are but a major illness away from financial ruin? Why is it that more than 60% of the people who go into bankruptcy do so because of medical bills? What is it that is wrong with this picture?

Perhaps we have forgotten that compassion is essential for a healthy society. When compassion is absent, we get trapped in “bottom line” thinking that tends to forget about those who have modest resources or little power. If access to health care is a privilege afforded to some and not to all, or provided for a season but then taken away, then we are creating a second class citizenship that will ultimately cost far more to our society than it ever would cost to provide health care to all. It is a matter of compassion.

If we as people of faith are to bring anything to this national discourse, it must be to make sure that the matter of compassion is raised in everything under consideration: the same kind of compassion that Jesus had for the crowds, because they were harassed and helpless; the same kind of compassion that a father had for a prodigal son; the same kind of compassion that a Samaritan had for one who had fallen among thieves; the same kind of compassion that healed the sick and fed the hungry. If we do not do that, who will? If we do not speak up for the least and the lost, who will?

This issue is too important to be left to the rich, the powerful, and the politicians alone to decide. The voice of compassion must also be raised. We know that when money, power and politics collide, it is always messy. But we have also seen that from the messiness something good can come, even from the government. Nearly forty years ago my father and my mother were the beneficiaries of two programs that gave them help and dignity when they needed it most. It is time for all, no matter what their age or their station in life, to have access to that same opportunity. It is a matter of compassion!

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A PLACE FOR SACRED RELATIONSHIP

Published July 28, 2009
 

The book looked like a good candidate for some light summer reading - “The Gospel According to Starbucks.” “Perfect!” I thought - a little theology, a little culture - besides, I had once met the author, Leonard Sweet, at Pastor’s Assembly - so, into my Cokesbury shopping bag it went. Little did I know! It turns out that the book is as much about connections and relationships as it is about coffee.

As you would expect, the metaphor for the book is the Starbucks Coffee Company and how it managed to grow its business by not just selling coffee, but by selling a unique experience where coffee lovers could enjoy their favorite beverage. Colors, lighting, music, aroma, personal service, and a carefully cultivated corporate image create that experience for people, over four million times a day. Leonard Sweet argues that, behind the success lies an important affirmation: “That life is meant to be lived with passion, and that passion is found and practiced through experiences, connection, symbols and images, and the full participation of every part of your being.”

Think about that! Is church just a place where we go, or is it a community of faith where life is lived with passion, full of experiences, connections and relationships with people, rich with symbols and images that invite full participation of every part of our being? If you would have told a first century Christian that they had a beautiful church, it never would have occurred to them that you were talking about a building. They would have pictured people: people who had experienced the Lord and were connected to each other in a deep relationship of faith, people who loved one another and took care of one another.

Sweet thinks that much of the problem with the church today is that: “The church has divested itself of the connection business in order to focus on the principle business, the proposition business, and the being right business. The church is by and large no longer in the relationship business.” Ouch!

And, Sweet takes it a step further: “The church lost credibility as a place for sacred relationship when it chose to specialize in formulating and advancing a better spiritual argument. The result is that people who came to the meeting house got connected with ideas and formulas more than they did with God and with other people.” Pointedly, Sweet asks: “Who is looking for a another argument? Did Jesus die to win an argument? Did Jesus die to give us a better position paper?”

So how do we get back into the relationship business? Sweet thinks that it begins as people “become living expressions of God,” and as we begin the process of “growing a soul that radiates such beauty that it bears the Maker’s mark and bares the Creator’s signature.” He repeats two questions from Anglican writer Esther de Waal, a specialist in Celtic spirituality and monastic hospitality: “Do people see Christ in us? Did we see Christ in them?” The church would be a very different place if these two questions were uppermost in our lives and the practice of our faith.

Not long ago I had the opportunity to tour the new East Greenwich [RI] UMC building. I was particularly taken with the design of the educational facility. I asked the pastor, Dr. William Trench, if there was a particular purpose behind the design. He was quick to answer: “Yes! We wanted to create a place where people could hear the voice of Jesus.” Perfect!

That tracks with my own experience. I remember the people in the church where I grew up. They helped me to know Jesus, and he helped me to know God. I remember the suppers and the sales and the opportunities to spend time with people who loved me. I remember the reverent awe of our worship together. I remember laughter, and tears, shared by people who would do anything for each other. I remember their deep faith which, in retrospect, was always larger than doctrine and dogma. I remember their affirmation of my own faith. In short, they created, a place of sacred relationship. And it was there that I heard the voice of Jesus.

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OUTBOUND, UNBOUND, ACTIVE

Published June 10, 2009

Sometimes the best way to make an important discovery is through a series of insightful questions. That happened for me not long ago while watching a video clip about the meaning of church. A speaker asked: “What if church was less about Sunday and more about the other days of the week? What if church wasn’t just a place we go, but something we do? What if church was the way it was in the beginning: outbound, unbound, active?” The questions set my imagination on fast forward - racing to a myriad of possibilities.

The very earliest followers of Jesus were drawn together because his life and words were good news in their otherwise bleak world. They saw in his resurrection that nothing, not even death, could separate them from the love and power of God. And, at Pentecost, they experienced for themselves the transforming power of the Holy Spirit. It changed the way they lived, and, over time, they would begin to transform the world.

The church today is a far cry from those first gathered people who would soon be called “Christians.” Then it wasn’t about dogmas, creeds, buildings, and forms of worship. Then It was about a relationship to Jesus and to each other. It was about a way of life that was not conformed to the world. It was about a profound commitment to showing mercy, doing justice and walking humbly with God. It was about providing food to the hungry, giving drink to the thirsty, welcoming the stranger, clothing the naked, visiting the sick and those in prison.

So, when exactly did the word ‘service’ come to mean what we do for one hour on a Sunday instead of what we do through the rest of the week? “What if church was the way it was in the beginning: outbound, unbound, active?” What if the church looked beyond the confines of Sunday, wasn’t tied down by convention, and was active in the world outside its doors?

Not long after those questions unleashed in me a myriad of possibilities, at a gathering for worship, we sang the now beloved hymn, “Here I am Lord.” The text is rooted in Isaiah 6:8 - “And I heard the voice of the Lord saying, ‘Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?’ Then I said, ‘Here am I! Send me.’” It is a verse that, from the beginning, has been central to my call to discipleship.

Suppose, just suppose, we resolved to take the words we love to sing on Sunday and put them into action during the rest of the week. To hear the cry of the people who dwell in dark and sin and bear the light of Christ to them! To continue to reach out to the people who turn away and to bear with them their pain! To break stony hearts with a heart of love, to speak to them the Word of the Lord! To tend to the poor and those who limp under the weight of the world! To transform the Communion Bread into food on the tables of the hungry! To offer lives as a living witness to the Love of God!

As I joined my voice with others, I began to see that these words may not have been written just for singing on Sunday. I saw that they have also been written to shape how we will live the rest of the week - for how we live in our families and our neighborhoods - for how we will relate to the persons we work with, or go to school with, or meet in the store - for how we will shape public policy toward the poor and the alien - and more. Would that change for us the meaning of the words we love to sing: “I will go, Lord, if you lead me. I will hold your people in my heart.” Be assured, perhaps warned, that the Lord will lead us, if we are willing to go.

The earliest followers of Jesus were willing to go wherever the Lord led, and they became a church that was outbound, unbound, and active. Can we do any less?

 

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HOW MUCH IS ENOUGH?

Published May 17, 2009

Recently I ran across an article that reported that some 46% of the 1,012 participants in the annual Fidelity Investments study of millionaires said they “do not feel wealthy and are taking action to reassess and rebuild their wealth.” As I was trying to wrap my head around how that must feel, I realized that I simply do not have a reference point for that kind of thinking. With the local unemployment rate now above 10%, debt at staggering levels, home foreclosure rates nearing record highs, and many working home owners struggling to stay afloat, I couldn’t help but wonder: “How much is enough, anyway?”

Over the years there have been “prosperity preachers” in pulpits and boardrooms who contend that the scripture tells us that faithfulness will result in wealth, with the subtle implication that if we are not rich it is because we are not really faithful. Theirs is a selective reading of the Bible at best. If one takes the time to find out what the whole Bible has to say about such matters, one will find ample warning about the corrosive qualities of wealth and riches. Most telling is Jesus’ “Parable of the Rich Fool” [Luke 12:13-21] which ends badly for one whose life consists only “in the abundance of possessions,” that is, those “who store up treasures for themselves but are not rich towards God.”

This is not a new issue. In the Eighteenth Century, John Wesley spoke eloquently of “The Use of Money.” [Sermon 50]. He observed: “It is an excellent gift of God, answering the noblest ends. In the hands of his children, it is food for the hungry, drink for the thirsty, raiment for the naked: It gives to the traveler and the stranger where to lay his head. By it we may supply the place of a husband to the widow, and of a father to the fatherless. We may be a defense for the oppressed, a means of health to the sick, of ease to them that are in pain; it may be as eyes to the blind, as feet to the lame; yea, a lifter up from the gates of death!” Therefore, counseled Wesley. “Gain all you can.”

Wesley took it a step further: “Having gained all you can, by honest wisdom and unwearied diligence, the second rule of Christian prudence is, ‘Save all you can.’” “Expend no part of it merely to gratify the desire of the flesh, the desire of the eye, or the pride of life.” “Having, first, gained all you can, and, secondly saved all you can, then give all you can.” “Employ whatever God has entrusted you with, in doing good, all possible good, in every possible kind and degree to the household of faith, to all!”

Wesley practiced what he preached. As a matter of faith he began to limit his expenses so that he would have more money to give to the poor. In a year when his income was 30 pounds and his living expenses 28 pounds, he had 2 pounds to give away. The next year his income doubled, but he still managed to live on 28 pounds, so he gave 32 pounds to the poor. In the third year, his income jumped to 90 pounds. By the fourth year, instead of letting his expenses rise with his income, he kept them to 28 pounds and, with an income of 120 pounds, his giving rose to 92 pounds. So much for not feeling wealthy and taking action to reassess and rebuild his wealth.

There is a principle in Scripture that might be called, “The Manna Principle.” Paul once appealed to the Corinthians to give generously for the relief of people in Jerusalem who had fallen on hard times. He asked for a fair balance between the Corinthian’s abundance and Jerusalem’s need, so that: “The one who had much did not have too much, and the one who had little did not have too little.” [2 Corinthians 8:15] It is a reference back to the Exodus when, as the people gathered the manna in the wilderness, “...those who gathered much had nothing over, and those who gathered little had no shortage.” [Exodus 16:18] “The Manna Principle” was that each had enough - nothing more, nothing less.

So, how much is enough? Listen again to what John Wesley has to say: “First, provide things needful for yourself; food to eat, raiment to put on, whatever nature moderately requires for preserving the body in health and strength. Secondly, provide these for your wife, your children, your servants, or any others who pertain to your household.” In Wesley’s mind this was “enough.” Beyond that: “Do good to them that are of the household of faith, and do good unto all men.”

If by chance you are not feeling wealthy and are thinking about reassessing and rebuilding your wealth, perhaps the best place to start is with a reexamination of what it means to be wealthy. Jesus, knowing that where our treasure is our hearts will be also, invited people to be rich toward God, rather than to store up treasures for themselves. Come to think of it, that is a good principle for all of life. That way, however much we have may just turn out to be enough.

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Published April 16, 2009

GOODNESS AND MERCY SHALL FOLLOW

He must have had a bad encounter with someone when William Barclay wrote: “There are Christians who are morally without fault, but they are curiously unlovely. You could never put your head on their shoulders and sob out a sorry story. If you did, you would freeze to death.” His observation echoes John Wesley’s comment: “Sour godliness is the devil's religion.”

Scholar that Barclay is, he redeems the situation by pointing out that, “In the Greek of the New Testament there are two words for ‘good’ - one that simply describes the moral quality of a thing as good, and one that means not only ‘good’ but also ‘winsome’ and ‘attractive.’” Then he notes that over and over again it is the latter word that is used to describe the Christian goodness. “In real Christianity,” he says, “there is always a winsome attractiveness.”

Often I gain insight in matters of faith through music. Recently, I had the privilege of singing John Rutter’s “Requiem.” A Requiem is a prayer for those “who have died in the Lord.” It is almost like a human version of a chorus for angels, welcoming the souls of the righteous to their eternal home. “Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord henceforth.” “Blessed indeed,” says the Spirit, “that they may rest from their labors, for their deeds follow them.” [Revelation 14:13]

Nicholas O’Donohoe, a member of our Chorale who writes the program notes for our concerts, points out that when John Rutter composed his “Requiem,” he added two Psalms to the traditional text: Psalm 130 and Psalm 23. He observed that this makes for a more deeply personal Requiem, one that embraces faith rather than focusing solely on death.

Both Psalms are about redemption and help us to reflect on the meaning of goodness. Psalm 130 is a plea that God will hear a prayer from the deep places of our heart - that, with forgiveness and love, God will offer redemption and give to us a basis for a living hope. Psalm 23 is an affirmation of faith that God will satisfy the soul - granting rest and restoration and guidance in the path of righteousness. It is a recognition that God accompanies us in the darkest hours, even in the presence of enemies. These Psalms touch the deeply personal realities of who we are and where we live.

As we rehearsed and sang, I began to reflect on the affirmation: “Thy loving kindness [goodness] and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.” and the prayer after it: “Light eternal shine upon them, Lord, may they rest in peace.” There is a reminder here that goodness on earth matters, and that it is connected to eternal peace. I began to wonder: exactly what kind of goodness is this anyway? Certainly not that unlovely coldness that bothered Barclay so much!

Now, I recognize that I am on thin ice here, but I must confess that I find the genial goodness of a great-hearted sinner much more attractive. People who appear to be ‘morally without fault’ and are curiously unfeeling sometimes remind me of the ‘Dementors:’ those wraith-like creatures in the Harry Potter novels who can suck the happiness and soul out of a person, and make them feel like they will never be happy again. [Wikipedia]. An ill-humored, sour godliness that sucks the happiness and soul out of a person is a dreadful distortion of our faith. If Christianity is to be winsome and attractive, there needs to follow, in the wake of our living, the kind of goodness and mercy that will be good news to people.

This begins with a choice to embrace a sheer joy of living - a response of gratitude for the grace, love, and Presence of God. When that is graciously shared, people feel welcomed and valued. This begins to create an environment of compassion and trust where people can share their story. As walls come down and mutual understanding grows, forgiveness is possible, and that fosters an encouragement of new possibilities for faithfulness, as well as a great-hearted, generous way of life that is a blessing to all.

Our lives may be the first gospel that some folks will read. So, let us live that goodness and mercy shall follow all the days of our lives. Let our faithfulness show the way to a path that leads to life in all of its abundance. It will create a better world, and make for a more attractive Christianity. “Let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father in Heaven.” [Matthew 5:16] In this way we will be blessed by light eternal when at last we rest from our labors.

 

 

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COMFORT FOOD, IDENTITY, AND SACRAMENT

Published March 14, 2009


It was a simple pleasure born of a lot of work. With eggs from our own chickens, my Mother would get busy with flour and rolling pin. My Father would call me: “Come on, Son, let’s get the chicken.” That did not mean a drive to the store - it meant a walk to the chicken coop with a bucket of scalding water and a hatchet. By the time we were finished, home-made egg noodles were spread out to dry on wax paper. Before long the aroma of cooking chicken filled our little house. To this day home-made egg noodles with lots of chicken heaped over mashed potatoes is my “gold standard” for comfort food. It might not be good for a diet, but, in the heart of the meager realities of World War II, it was good for my soul.

When you stop to think of it, the centrality of banquets and feasting to the story of the gospel is amazing. Jesus’ first miracle is at a wedding feast in Cana of Galilee. There are the miraculous feedings of thousands on several occasions. He compares the Kingdom of Heaven to a royal wedding banquet to which even the poor and ‘the least’ are invited. In fact, there was so much feasting by Jesus and his disciples that they were accused of being wine-bibbers and gluttons. It is obvious that food gave Jesus great pleasure.

Jesus used images of food to teach about his mission. Recalling the manna in the wilderness, he speaks of himself: “My Father gives you the true bread from heaven.” “I am the bread of life. The one who comes to me shall not hunger, and the one who believes in me shall never thirst.” And, in a foretaste of what is to come, he says: “Do not look for the food that perishes, but look for the food that endures to eternal life.” The identity of Jesus is rolled up in images of food.

As a devout Jew, Jesus would have celebrated the Passover many times. So it comes as no surprise that near the end of his life he would say: “I have earnestly desired to eat this Passover with you before I suffer.” The Passover was at the core of his life and ministry. It told the story of salvation and was the basis of his good news. It gave comfort and hope to those for whom such things were scarce. Indeed, the Biblical word ‘comfort’ is rooted in two words whose meaning is ‘with strength.’ Jesus needed the strength that this holy meal afforded as he faced what surely was to come. It was, for him, ‘comfort food’ - a source of strength to go on.

But that night the familiar took on a new meaning. Bread, broken and shared, became ‘The Bread of Life.’ The Cup, divided and shared, became ‘The Cup of the New Covenant.’ “Do this in remembrance of me.” In this invitation Jesus offers, to all who follow him, food that will comfort to eternal life, a sense of identity that will endure, and what becomes a sacrament of a most Holy Communion.

That is as true today as it was long ago. In Communion, what we receive is a connection to our roots: to the times when we have communed before; to the people with whom we have communed; to the tears that have been shed as we communed; to the pledges we have made as we communed; to the burdens we have laid aside as we communed; and to those personal experiences in communion that have made our lives more connected to God. This has shaped, and continues to shape our identity as people of faith.

We receive food for the spirit. For the weary it is rest for the soul. For the heavy laden it is strength for another day. For the lonely it is a community of faith. For the angry or the hurt it is a vision of at least part of the world made right. For the sick and those confronted by the reality of death it is an eternal healing. For the one who comes in faith it is the very presence of Christ - a ‘comfort food’ that is very good for the soul!

 

 

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TOURIST OR PILGRIM THROUGH LENT?

Published February 11, 2009

It was 1979. The security officers for El Al airline at JFK were serious and thorough. As one sorted through my open suitcase, the other asked me: “Why are you going to Israel?” I replied: “I am a Christian pastor and I am going on a pilgrimage to the Holy Land.” After what seemed like an eternity, I was cleared to embark on what would become a life changing experience. With Bible in hand, I saw the land that had shaped three great faiths. It transformed the way I read scripture. It deepened my faith in ways that I am still discovering. I had gone as a pilgrim, not a tourist, and it made all the difference. It is an apt image for our journey through the Season of Lent.

Understanding the difference between being a tourist or a pilgrim is helpful. A tourist is “one who travels from place to place for pleasure or culture.” A pilgrim is “a wayfarer, a wanderer - one who travels to some holy place as a devotee.” There is nothing wrong with being a tourist. It’s just that there is another focus for one on a pilgrimage. It is the difference between traveling for recreation, or seeking an understanding of one’s spiritual life by going to the places made sacred by the devotion of ancestors in the faith. There is no tourist class on the journey to authentic faithfulness.

The Season of Lent affords an opportunity for an examination of faith. It is a refresher course on the life and ministry of Jesus. It is a remembrance of the powerful events in the story of salvation. It begins with ashes and a call to new direction in life. It teaches the core of the gospel of Christ. It confronts the principalities and powers. It walks us through triumph and tragedy. It binds people together in a Holy Communion, and tears them apart with betrayal and denial. It ends with a cruel death on a cross, and a silent vigil of wondering what is next. This is not the stuff of tourism. The pilgrim looks upon all these as landmarks of faith, knowing that only through them can one appreciate the power of Easter to transform.

But, as meaningful as a pilgrimage can be, I worry. There is a great temptation to journey through Lent as tourists, looking for religious entertainment and safe sermons, and avoiding the hard themes of repentance and the cross, in order that we can get to Easter as comfortably as possible. If we fall into that trap, we will surely miss the power of the Gospel. A comfortable and vague spirituality, unconnected to a community of faith, does not serve us well when we have to walk through the valley of the shadow of death, or come face to face with a cross.

I am not trying to suggest that our celebration of Lent should be a tired repetition of past devotions. What spoke to one generation may not speak to the next. The devotional practices and music that served our ancestors often needs to evolve to engage our children. Even so, there are landmarks of faith that endure. God is still God. Jesus is still Lord of life. The Holy Spirit still moves among us. These still offer to us food for the journey, and sustenance for our pilgrimage of faith.

In Lent we are invited to be more than tourists, sampling from the religious landscape the things that make us comfortable or give us pleasure. In Lent we are invited to embark on a pilgrimage: to see a barren and lonely desert place where a man wrestles with the devil, and to stand by the Jordan River where a wild prophet calls the people to repentance. In Lent we are invited to see the hills above the Galilee and listen in as Jesus teaches, and marvel as he brings healing to weary bodies and souls. In Lent we are invited to watch a rag tag band of disciples enter a proud city like conquerors, then hear a teacher tell of how one inherits the kingdom. In Lent we are invited to an upper room to witness sacrificial love and a Holy Communion. In Lent we are invited to see betrayal and denial and a cross. We are not tourists. In Lent we are invited to walk where Jesus walked - on a pilgrimage that offers new life. For those who are faithful it will make all the difference.

 

 

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Published January 20, 2009 

 

ON MOVING BEYOND A CONVENTIONAL FAITH

Early in my ministry someone said to me: “The problem with the church today is that too many people have been vaccinated with just enough Christianity that they can’t catch the real thing.” For me that was very personal. When my family learned of my call to ministry, their response was: “We didn’t expect you to get that serious about religion.”

Over the years I have seen the tension between polite, cultural religion and radical discipleship. It often it played out as justice and peace movements clashed with entrenched advocates of the status quo. Invariably, it involved very different views of scripture being used to justify a particular practice of faith or system of beliefs.

Ultimately, in matters of faith, we have to come to terms with who Jesus is in our lives and what Jesus expects of us. That has as much to do with our relationship to him as it does with our belief in him. A recent book by Marcus Borg entitled “Jesus” has been most helpful to me. Subtitled, “Uncovering the Life, Teachings, and Relevance of a Religious Revolutionary,” it is a rich source book for an understanding of Jesus.

Although it has been two thousand years since Jesus walked the earth, there are remarkable similarities between the culture and political systems of his time and ours. Although devout religious peoples may go by different names now, the tension between them seems to have changed little. Now, as then, fervent and prophetic faith is met with significant resistence. And, at the center of it all, is Jesus: mystic, healer, teacher, prophet - one who initiated a movement that turned the world upside down.

From his time to ours, the world which Jesus confronts has attempted to tame him and those who follow him. With mantras of safe tradition and convention, the world says, in effect: “We don’t expect you to get too serious about faith.” I don’t think that I fully appreciated this until I realized that my call was more to discipleship - a following and learning of Jesus that made ministry possible. I am learning that, for me at least, faithfulness keeps moving me beyond the conventional.

The problem with the church today is that too many people are content with a conventional faith defined by and limited by doctrines and rules. One is tempted to ask: “What Would Jesus Do with the church today?”

In his book Borg offers not only brilliant insight into the life and ministry of Jesus, his world, and his followers, he also gives a personal witness to his own faith. In the Epilogue, Borg shares what he sees as encouraging signs for an emerging church in the 21st Century, a church that is more about discipleship than convention.


He sees people who are committed to “...adult reeducation as a way of reclaiming the richness of the Bible and Christian tradition ... as a basis of Christian identity and formation.” He sees communities of practice, teaching and encouraging lives that pay attention to a relationship to the sacred, to God. He sees communities that take the Christian path seriously, welcoming all, but expecting of a member a covenant “...to move more deeply into a relationship with God as known in Jesus.” He sees communities “...that take seriously the role of beauty as a mediator of the sacred,” where the way worship is done matters. He sees communities “...that emphasize compassion, justice and peace as the central virtues of the Christian life.” In short, he sees “...a movement from convention to intention as the animating motive for being a part of a church.”

That kind of faith and community excites me! Our faith is too important to be merely conventional. As Borg puts it: we are a part of an unending conversation “...about life itself - about what is real, what’s worth paying attention to, how we should live, and what ‘this’ is all about.” We are called to be disciples of Jesus Christ, nothing more, nothing less. Let us resolve to join ourselves to this conversation, and to him, and begin moving beyond a conventional faith.

 

 

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LISTEN! OR YOUR TONGUE WILL MAKE YOU DEAF

 Published December 27, 2008

Perhaps you missed it [I did], but November 28, 2008 was “The National Day of Listening.” Organized by the oral-history organization StoryCorps, is was designed to provide people an opportunity for family conversations. Said Davis Isay, the founder of StoryCorps: “Stopping on Friday the 28th and taking an hour to interview a loved one is the least expensive but most meaningful gift we can give one another. This is the kind of project that can help us through difficult times by remembering what’s really important, and that all of our lives matter.” [See their ‘Great Questions’ list at ‘storycorps.net’]

Isn’t it ironic that we now need a reminder to do what humankind has been doing around campfires and dinner tables for time immemorial - need a reminder to just listen to each other’s stories.

In her splendid little book, “Native Wisdom for White Minds,” Anne Wilson-Schaef has collected a year’s worth of “Daily Reflections Inspired by the Native Peoples of the World.” It is a treasure trove of wisdom. For one of her reflections, acknowledging her Irish heritage and love of talking, she quotes a Cherokee saying: “Listen! Or your tongue will make you deaf.”

Ouch!

It’s one of those sayings that catches you off guard. There’s just enough whimsy and more than a little irony in it to cause one to pause, and, in the process, be forced into an uncomfortable self-examination. It reminds us how easy it is to talk so much that we don’t hear what else is being said all around us. Someone has said: “The Lord gave us two ears and one mouth, so we can hear twice as much as we say.” The saying warns us that interminable talking can ultimately lead to a deaf spirit: deaf to our own inner wisdom, deaf to the insights of others, deaf to the world of nature around us, and ultimately deaf to God.

Now it may seem odd to be encouraging people to do more listening. We are, after all, becoming a world tied up in one gigantic electronic leash: listening to Ipods, attending to ‘blackberries,’ ‘listening’ to television or radios droning in the background, or muzak in elevators, and more. We often spend our whole day ‘listening’ to something, or talking while someone else is ‘listening.’ The problem is that, with all our listening, and all our talking, we are seldom attentive, and thus we are more and more disconnected. It is this endless, mindless, disjointed chatter that makes us deaf. Modern technology can be a wonderful tool, but it is a terrible master!   

While I am not enamored of New Year’s Resolutions, perhaps a determination to do more attentive listening might be worth considering. In her reflection on the theme of listening Anne Wilson-Shaef wrote of four kinds of listening that she feels are absolutely essential. She writes: First: “I need to listen to myself. My culture had educated me not to listen to myself and even to try to ignore that there was a self to listen to.” Second: “I need to listen to other people, especially Elders. More and more I find myself hungry for what they have to say and the way they say it.” Third: “I need to listen to nature. Nature is one of my best teachers. My education tried to divorce me from nature, but, thank goodness, my mother would have none of that.” Fourth: “I need to listen to my God. I find my God in myself, in others, and in nature, and there is much more in listening to God. The universe has a voice I can hear, if my tongue has not made me deaf.”

Amen!

Imagine what a better world it would be if people valued each other enough to listen to each other, or hear the sounds of nature and the universe. Imagine what better communities we would have, if, instead of shouting at each other over talk radio or at community meetings or in newspapers, we sat down together to hear each other’s stories, hopes, dreams. Imagine what better churches we would become if we spent more time listening to God instead of trying to be in control; if we took the time to share with each other our walk of faith instead of telling everyone how it ought to be; if we resolved to listen for the cries for kindness, justice and mercy instead of trying to blame someone for state of things. I can imagine that this would be a very good place to be!

We are a people of The Story. “Listen! Or your tongue will make you deaf.”

 

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PLAYING WITH FIRE AT CHRISTMAS

Published November 14, 2008

 

In the summer of 2008 the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston mounted an exhibit entitled “El Greco to Velazquez - Art During the Reign of Philip, III.” I went because I wanted to see El Greco’s “Vista de Toledo,” and I was not disappointed—the brilliant luminance of the work is beyond words. But it was another of El Greco’s works, “Annunciation,” unknown to me before I saw it, that has left a profound mark on my understanding of what God has done at Christmas.

Depicting the encounter between Mary and the Archangel Gabriel, El Greco departs from traditional orthodoxy at several important points: a dove descends from a band of musical angels, and, centered between Mary and Gabriel, is a burning bush. As I stared at this artistic insight, I could feel my theology shift and deepen, and I knew then that my understanding of Christmas would never be the same.

“The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you; therefore the child to be born of you will be called holy, the Son of God.” [Luke 1:35] What I had missed in this Annunciation is the eternal truth that God sings the Christ Child to life at Christmas, just as God sang the heavens and the earth to life at the very beginning.

“And the angel of the Lord appeared to him [Moses] in a flame of fire out of the midst of a bush.” “God said to Moses, ‘I Am Who I Am’ [I Will Be What I Will Be]. Say to the people of Israel, ‘I Am’ has sent me to you.’” [Exodus 3:2,14] What I had missed in this Annunciation is the eternal truth that, in the coming of the Christ Child at Christmas, God has again cast fire upon the earth!

In a dove descending within the song of God over a burning bush, El Greco’s “Annunciation” portrays a powerful insight: Creation and Exodus and Incarnation and Pentecost are one!

It is no coincidence that the first words of the Gospel of John echo the first words of the Book of Genesis. Wherever there is life, God is involved. The Apostle Paul understood that when he wrote: “If anyone is in Christ, there is a new creation.” At the sight of a burning bush, Moses was warned that he was standing on holy ground. Hereafter, things would be different, for God would be leading the people to the promised land. At Pentecost, with the rush of a mighty wind and tongues of fire bestowed, God poured out the Holy Spirit that “Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.” At the Annunciation Mary was told: “You have found favor with God. And ... you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you will name him Jesus. He will be great, and will be called the son of the Most High.”

I love the traditions of our Christmas celebrations - they reconnect me to childlike wonder, and they put me in touch with the mystery of the eternal. They call forth treasured and bittersweet memories. They deepen me and invite me to catch a vision of the rich opportunities and possibilities that present themselves when God gets involved in our lives.


When we light a candle at Christmas, we are playing with fire: the fires of creation that bring light and life to be, a burning bush that leads to an Exodus, an incarnation that brings God’s Anointed One to life, and the gift of the Spirit at Pentecost! There’s more to Christmas than beautiful music, flickering candles, and the embrace of loving relationships, important as they may be. God is playing with fire at Christmas, giving light and life for people who walk in darkness, sending an empowering Spirit to a people who would soon turn the world upside down, setting people free to claim the home of their salvation, sending a child in whom would be embodied grace and truth. Hail, O favored ones, the Lord is with you!

 

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ON FAITH AND CITIZENSHIP

 

Early in October I visited the National Archives in Washington, DC, and saw the three seminal documents of our nation’s history: The Declaration of Independence, The  Constitution of the United States, and The Bill of Rights. Also on display was the 1597 Version of The Magna Carta. As I waited in line for my turn to see them, I was struck by the diversity of the people who were there that day: male and female, young and old, ethnically diverse, speaking many languages. All were waiting patiently in the soft light under the great dome of the rotunda to see for themselves the documents that not only shaped our nation, but have been widely copied around the world.

As a student of history I make a point of reading these documents periodically. They remind me of the beginnings of our nation, and they invite me to reflect on how we are doing with the lofty ideals expressed in them. To read them is to realize how much they still have to teach us, but to see the originals, as ideas on parchment, is to appreciate how fragile they are, except as they are embodied in the vision and commitment of the people who live in the shadow of their guidance.

Implicit in them is the opportunity for a citizen to cast a vote as to how she/he would like to see them lived out into the future. Different people will give different weight to different parts of the documents as they choose how they will vote. Different people will look to different other resources to inform their citizenship, and, ultimately, their vote.

As a person of faith I look to the Gospel for my vision of a just and compassionate society, not as something that I would impose on others, but as a witness to my part of the community dialogue. But, contrary to the certitude of some, you will not find in the Gospel a clear answer to the question, “How would Jesus vote?” He never did vote and he did not live in a society that allowed the vote.

It is important that we recognize that Jesus’ life and ministry was set in the social context of the Roman world. Marcus Borg reminds us, in his important book, Jesus, that the Roman world was “an imperial form of a pre-industrial agricultural domination system.” What that means is that Jesus’ world was ‘politically oppressive,’ ‘economically exploitative,’ ‘religiously legitimized,’ and ‘marked by armed conflict.’ Hence Jesus’ oft expressed concern for the poor, the oppressed, the outcast, the hungry, the thirsty, the sick and the imprisoned - those who had the most to lose in such systems.

A good case can be made that Jesus approached the world with a prophetic compassion. He announced the beginning of his ministry with words from the prophet Isaiah: “The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he has anointed me to bring good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim release to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to let the oppressed go free, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.” [Luke 4:18-19] He measured the value of a person’s life by whether it provided food for the hungry, something to drink to the thirsty, welcome for the stranger, clothing for the naked, care for the sick, and visitation to the imprisoned. [see Matthew 25:31-46] While these do not translate easily into a political agenda, they are not unimportant!

As citizens we have a unique opportunity to shape the future of our nation. Is it unreasonable that we might just consider sitting down to actually read the founding documents of our nation before we go into the voting booth? I think not! As people of faith we have an added dimension by which we may form a vision of a just and compassionate society. Is it unreasonable that we might just consider sitting down to actually read the Gospel before we go into the voting booth? I think not!

In his Farewell Address, George Washington said: “It will be worthy of a free, enlightened and ... great nation to give to mankind the magnanimous and too novel example of a people always guided by an exalted justice and benevolence.” The prophet Micah wrote: “He has told you, O mortal, what is good; and what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God?” [Micah 6:8] Let us practice our faith and citizenship so that we might embody such wisdom.

 

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IS THERE A WORD FROM THE LORD?

Published September 14, 2008 

At Geneva Point Center in Moultonborough, NH, there is lovely Lakeside Chapel carved into a hill just below the stately old Inn. There, we can look across the lake to the hills and mountains beyond. It is an awe inspiring place that never fails to remind me of the words from Psalm 121: “I lift up my eyes to the hills, from whence does my help come? My help comes from the Lord who made heaven and earth.”

This year, during the closing communion at Pastor’s Assembly, Bishop Peter Weaver, in his meditation, drew us away from the beauty to the harsh reality of ministry in an urban parish. He told of sitting in his study when suddenly there was a “Pop!” and a shattering of glass, followed by another and another. When it was over nearly 100 small stained glass panels had been shot out by boys with BB guns. Later, at an emergency Board Meeting, church leaders were confronted with a decision on how to respond.

The discussion was animated, sometimes angry. The ‘solutions’ ranged from “Send them to reform school.” to “Don’t be too hard. They’re just boys being boys.” and everything in between. They were getting nowhere until a man [whom Bishop Weaver described as “One of those ‘salt of the earth people.’”] asked simply: “Is there a word from the Lord?” In that moment the conversation shifted - from ‘what to do about those boys’ to ‘How do we give witness to the gospel of Jesus Christ in the world where we live and serve?’

Asking the question: “Is there a word from the Lord,” can be one of the most vexing, unsettling, illuminating and profound exercises that a community of faith can undertake. Ultimately it gets to the heart of how we go about discerning our response to the world in which we live and serve.

Unfortunately, it also lends itself to egregious abuse under the guise of ‘doing God’s will.’ Asking, “Is there a word from the Lord?” is very different from baptizing one’s own political agenda with ‘god language,’ or using a snippet of scripture to render harsh and hateful judgment on people who are different.

Asking, “Is there a word from the Lord?” involves a faithful season of discernment in which a community plumbs the depths and complexities of its relationship to God, to each other, and to the world, to determine how to respond to those hard realities of life that do not lend themselves to quick and easy answers.

Discernment is an ancient practice in the Church, rooted in scripture, as it gives witness to the life of the Spirit. Common questions for discernment are: “Does it bring peace or discord?”  “Does it build up or break down?”  “Does it lead to healing or to more pain?”  “Does it reveal more of God, or turn us away from God?”  These questions can be asked of personal decisions, for guidance in relationships, for direction in community actions, and of much more. As a Church, we are called to be in the business of building up, not tearing down.  We are called to listen to each other and search the scriptures for guidance in our lives, and in our life together.  Discernment involves the ability to tell the difference between those guiding principles which come from the Spirit and those which do not.  It means seeking God's will: nothing more, nothing less, nothing else.

Once Jesus was asked, “Which commandment is first of all?” He replied: “The first is, ‘Hear, O Israel: the Lord our God, the Lord is one; and you shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind, and with all your strength.’ The second is this, ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no other commandment greater than these.” [Mk 12:28b-31] And, when Jesus taught about how to take the measure of our lives, he said simply: “Truly, I say to you, as you did it [or did it not] to one of the least of these, you did it [did it not] to me.” [Mt 25:40.45]

These words, more than any others, are the foundation for ‘a word from the Lord.’ In them Jesus challenges the world in which we live with a new standard for discernment. Through them Jesus calls us to a new way of looking at things. Just remember, before there is any rush to hasty judgment, and before there is any plunge towards quick decisions and solutions, faithful peoples must ask, “Is there a word from the Lord?”

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A MORE SUBTLE TEMPTATION

Published August 10, 2008

 

Last May I had the opportunity, at the Lansburg Theater in Washington, DC, to see a splendid stage adaptation of C.S. Lewis’ book “The Screwtape Letters.” Since it had been over 40 years since I had last read it, I decided to reread the book. I had forgotten how much I had ‘enjoyed’ it. I laughed at its satire, but was somewhat chagrined at how timely its wisdom remains.

The ‘Letters’ are a correspondence from a worldly-wise old devil by the name of Screwtape to his nephew and apprentice Wormwood on how to secure the damnation of an ordinary young man. As one person has put it: it is a manual on “spiritual warfare from a demon’s point of view.” Lewis has created “an inverted moral theology” where the Devil becomes “Our Father Below,” God becomes “The Enemy,” and the young man becomes a “Patient” who is being made ‘fit’ for “The Kingdom Below” - hell.

A sampling of Screwtape’s counsel for temptation: “Build up a good settled habit of mutual annoyance; daily pinpricks.” “Bring him to a condition in which he can practice self-examination for an hour without discovering any of those facts about himself which are perfectly clear to anyone who has ever lived in the same house with him or worked in the same office.” “Make him value an opinion for some quality other than truth, thus introducing an element of dishonesty and make-believe into the heart of what otherwise threatens to become a virtue.” “Try to make the patient abandon the people or food or books he really likes in favor of the ‘best’ people, the ‘right’ food, the ‘important’ books.” Teach him to “treat Christianity as a means; preferably to his own advancement.” Help him to see the defects in others until there develops in him “the strongest and most beautiful of the vices - Spiritual Pride.”

The ‘wit and wisdom’ of Screwtape:“Men are not angered by mere misfortune but by misfortune conceived as injury.” “Hatred has its pleasures. It is often the compensation by which a frightened man reimburses himself for the miseries of Fear. The more he fears, the more he will hate.” “A spoiled saint, a Pharisee, an inquisitor, or a magician, makes better sport in Hell than a mere common tyrant or debauchee.” “Prosperity knits a man to the world: he feels he is ‘finding his place in it,’ while really it is finding its place in him.” “The search for a ‘suitable’ church makes a man into a critic.” “The safest road to Hell is the gradual one - the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts.”

But, as a Tempter up against God, Screwtape is in a bind. He knows that the real purpose of his work is “undermining faith and preventing the formation of virtues.” His problem is that he knows that God wants people “to ask very simple questions; ‘Is it righteous? Is it prudent? Is it possible?’” When people begin to ask such questions, the purposes of evil are themselves undermined. So the devil must resort to a more subtle temptation: subterfuges like little annoyances, clever dishonesties, unexamined prosperity, cloaked judgmentalism, and a prideful spirituality.

Our problem is that when we dress evil up in red suits with horns and pitchforks, or call someone else’s religion evil, or point to the dictator or politician du jour as a personification of evil, we often miss the point of spiritual conflict. We must not trivialize or dismiss evil: it will bite us! It will turn an annoyance into a grievance and a perceived personal injury that will fester until it becomes a loathing that requires destructive action. It can turn a virtuous everyday Christian life into spiritual pride that aligns itself with an inner circle whose disdain for people not like them creates ‘sinners’ who are either to be converted from ‘the errors of their ways’ or crushed in some ‘moral’ crusade. It can turn virtue into a self-righteousness that becomes puritanical, then repressive, and finally prone to witch hunts.

Almost seventy years ago C.S. Lewis, writing in the midst of the horrors of World War II, leveled a good measure of satire at the evil of the world, and exposed its existence in surprising places. In the process he heaped scorn on all those things that lead good people astray. He is worth reading still today for any who might be prey to a more subtle temptation.

“The best way to drive out the devil, if he will not yield to texts of Scripture, is to jeer and flout him, for he cannot bear scorn.” Martin Luther

 

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THREE SIMPLE RULES

Published July 14, 2008 

Several months ago when I received a complimentary copy of Bishop Reuben P. Job’s little book “Three Simple Rules” [Abingdon, 2007], I must confess that I tossed it into my briefcase and promptly forgot about it. In the first place I tend to be suspicious of free books because, in my experience, they often come with an agenda. Further, despite my years of ministry I am not all that enamored with rules - in the wrong hands they often get misused.

Not long ago, when I actually picked up and opened the book, I discovered, much to my chagrin, that my disdain had cut me off from a wonderful little resource. Mea Culpa. Mea Maxima culpa!

It was his preface that engaged me. Bishop Job writes:

“We live in such a fast-paced, frenzied, and complex world that it is easy to believe we are all trapped into being someone we do not wish to be and living a life we do not desire to live. We long for some way to cut through the complexities and turbulence of everyday life. We search for a way to overcome the divisiveness that separates, disparages, disrespects, diminishes, and leaves us wounded and incomplete. We know deep within that the path we are on is not healthy or morally right and that it cannot lead to a positive ending.”

He invites us “...to turn to the one who created us, formed us, and loves us as we are and yet always seeks to lead us to become more than we are,” and “...to turn to our roots and seek what it was in the past that enabled persons like us to live courageously and faithfully in their time.”

He challenges us: “Do we look at one another and see movement towards our oneness in Christ? Do others look at us and see God at work in our life together? Is our way of living life-giving rather than life-draining? Is our way of living one that will enhance the quality of life in each of us for as long as we live?

Then turning to the wisdom of John Wesley, rooted as it is in scripture, Bishop Job offers to us Wesley’s three simple rules for living.

1.  Do No Harm

2.  Do Good

3.  Stay in Love With God

Do No Harm! To commit to this means “an examination of the way we live and practice our faith,” “to be on guard so that all my actions and even my silence will not add injury to another of God’s children or to any part of God’s creation,” and “to see each person as a child of God - a recipient of love unearned, unlimited, and undeserved - just like myself” - thereby being “formed and transformed to live more and more as Jesus lived.”

Do Good! “Doing good, like doing no harm, is a proactive way of living.” It will mean seeking what is best for all. “It will mean that the words and acts that wound and divide will be changed to words and acts that heal and bring together. It will mean that movements that seek to divide and conquer will become movements that seek to unite and empower all. It will mean that the common good will be my first thought and what is good for me will become a secondary thought.”

Stay in Love with God! The genius of Wesley was his commitment to spiritual disciplines that “teach us to live our lives in harmony with something larger than ourselves and larger than that which the world values as ultimate.” He understood that the public worship of God, the Lord’s Supper, private and family devotions, searching the scriptures, Bible study, and fasting teach us of God’s love for us and keep us in love with God.

Do no harm, do good, and stay in love with God: this is the Christian faith at its most basic. What a wonderful gift to the world we would be if we actually lived this way! There are those who claim that such a faith is unrealistic and impractical in the modern world. But G.K. Chesterton’s response to that complaint is still pertinent: “Christianity has not been tried and found wanting; it has been found difficult and not tried.”

Let me commend to you this little book with Wesley’s three simple rules. Try it! Put to good use it will most certainly change your life, and it could very well change the world in which you live.

 

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WHERE GOD GIVES US OUR VOCATION

Bob was a successful business owner and a very active leader in my very first parish. He had called for an appointment. When we met, he began the conversation: “Dick, I’ve just celebrated my fortieth birthday, the kids are almost grown,  I have accomplished all my goals, and made all the money I will ever need. Now I want to do something significant with my life.” He went on to explain that, for all his successes, something was missing - that for years he had been postponing a response to a deep urging within his heart. He had everything that a person could want, except the satisfaction of living out his vocation.

Over the years of my ministry I have been privileged to witness a significant number of persons who choose to follow their hearts into a vocation. With many it was a decision so obvious that you wondered why it took them so long. Some seemed unlikely at best, only to prove people wrong by summoning the gifts and graces of God that would transform them. Whether in a ‘set apart’ serving or within the context of their other work, all went on to ministries that had a profound effect on others.  The common thread in all this is that God sees what is possible, and what is needed, and works over time to inspire and call a person into common cause with Divine Purpose.

Several weeks ago Bishop Peter Weaver, speaking to a group of pastors, paraphrased a statement by Frederick Beuchner: “Where the deep delight of the soul intersects with the compelling need in the world, that is where God gives you your vocation.” It is an ‘A ha!’ insight. The compassion that God has for those who are in need in the world connects to the passion of a faithful person and something powerful happens!

There is much in life today that confines us with narrow boundaries. Economic and social constraints keep us in “our place.” Power and violence manipulates people with fear. Passion of any kind is often viewed with suspicion. In such an environment one wonders where there is a place for pure, unalloyed joy. In his little book, “Lifesigns,” Henri Nouwen observes that “... those who live ecstatic lives are always moving away from rigidly fixed situations and exploring new, unmapped dimensions of reality.” And that “Joy is always connected with movement, renewal, rebirth, change - in short, with life.”

God is not confined by human boundaries. When God encounters them, God will look for someone to respond to the compelling needs those boundaries inevitably cause.  God will look for a person whose sheer passion for life engages them in a movement toward renewal, rebirth and change.

Fair enough.  How is it then that one hears the call of God? Douglas Steere, theologian and authority on Quaker spirituality, offers this counsel: “First, center yourself in the sacredness of life.  Second, be open to risk. Third, stay with it - don’t give up just because the going is a little tough.  Fourth, find a sense of joy in the midst of life’s troubles. Fifth, resolve to find a spark of hope that will keep a dream alive.  Sixth, in all things pray.  Those who are shaped by the call of God are shaped by what really matters: faith and hope and love and compassion and peace.” Back to my friend Bob - he sold his business, went to seminary, was ordained, and spent the rest of his life in faithful ministry, the true calling of his heart.

In the late 1800's Albert Schweitzer gave up two brilliant careers [theologian and musician]  to become a Doctor in Africa. He wrote of what it meant to respond to the Call of Jesus.

“He comes to us as One unknown, without a name, as of old, by the lakeside.  He came to those men who knew him not.  He speaks to us the same word: ‘Follow thou me!’ and sets us to the tasks which he has to fulfill for our time.  He commands.  And to those who obey Him, whether they be wise or simple, He will reveal Himself in the toils, the conflicts, the sufferings which they shall pass through in his fellowship, and as an ineffable mystery, they shall learn in their own experience who He is.”

The insight is as true today as it was when Schweitzer first wrote it. When Jesus calls, he affirms our sacred worth and sets before us a vocation unique to our own gifts and graces. When Jesus calls, he never asks us to do what God will not equip us to accomplish. When Jesus calls: “Follow me!” He invites us into that intersection where the deep delight of our soul meets the compelling need of the world. That is where God gives us our vocation.

 

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THE USE OF WEALTH

Published May 18, 2008

 

Early in May a friend and I had the opportunity to visit the Hillwood Estate Museum and Gardens in Washington, DC. Once the home of Marjorie Merriweather Post, it is a breath taking place. When we were there the azaleas were in full bloom - glorious!. In the mansion the collection of imperial Russian fine and decorative arts, and 18th and 19th century French and European decorative arts give a glimpse of lavish entertaining beyond the imagination of most people.

While the beauty of the Faberge eggs is captivating, I was drawn to the Icons used in private devotions and the Chalices from Russian Orthodox Churches. Ornate and rich with symbolism, their beauty is almost beyond words. When in the 1930's Mrs. Post acquired them, for a small fraction of their value, they were being sold off to finance Soviet industrialism. Today their worth is priceless.

As a child who grew up in the shadow of the great depression and lived through the rationing of World War II, I am not comfortable with wealth - it intimidates me - which, in the hands of some, is precisely the intent. I know that often, hidden behind the accumulation of great wealth by a few is the impoverishment of many. However, I do appreciate the artisanship that wealth can empower.

The uniqueness of Hillwood is that somewhere along the way Mrs. Post realized that the magnificent collection which her wealth afforded to her really belonged to all the people. So as she built a lavish home, she began to consciously set about creating a place that would eventually become a museum where many could enjoy the objects of beauty she was able to acquire and enjoy. In her own way she had understood that she was also a steward of wealth and beauty.

Scripture has a mixed view of wealth. Solomon was renowned for it. But the Proverbs caution: “He who trusts in riches will wither.” [11:28] And Jesus observes that one  who is not rich toward God is a fool [Luke 12:21], and that: “It will be hard for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven.” [Matthew 19:23] Henry Ward Beecher, a 19th century American preacher and reformer summed up the problem with wealth rather nicely: “Wealth is like manure. If you heap it up all in one place, you can hardly stand it, but if you spread it out evenly over the earth, it may do some good.”

I don’t begrudge a person’s wealth, as long as it is not ill-gotten, or as long as those who have much do not ‘lord it over’ those who have little. I do believe that the exponentially growing gap between the rich and the poor in our society today is immoral. And I believe that it would be healthier, especially in today’s economic climate, to observe the “Manna Principle” outlined by Paul in the second Corinthian letter [8:13-15] “It is a question of a fair balance between your present abundance and their need.” “As it is written, ‘The one who had much did not have too much, and the one who had little did not have too little.’” There is more to wealth than accumulation. How it is used is a matter of moral significance.  Mother Teresa warned: “Riches can suffocate if they are not used in the right way.”

It is not a new issue. Consider the counsel of Paul to Timothy [1st Timothy 6:17-19]: “As for those who in the present age are rich, command them not to be haughty, or to set their hopes on the uncertainty of riches, but rather on God who richly provides us with everything for our enjoyment. They are to do good, to be rich in good works, generous, and ready to share, thus storing up for themselves the treasure of a good foundation for the future, so that they may take hold of the life that really is life.”

There is a temptation for those of modest circumstance in our society to think that this is counsel for someone else. I didn’t really appreciate that until I visited for several weeks among the poor of Nicaragua. Their hospitality amazed me and their generosity shamed me. In my Journal from the year 2000 I wrote: “The graciousness with which we are received is humbling. In a land where many struggle for what we take for granted I found a people of faith who live in gratitude for what they have received. Before the widening gap between rich and poor I have seen a depth that belies the circumstance - I wonder how do those who are rich in things get their priorities straight? I am being reminded here that it is only in Christ.”

I learned in Nicaragua that, in more ways than we can imagine, we are rich beyond belief. No matter what our circumstances might be, we have all received the lavish gifts of God, and they are meant to be shared. As Jesus put it in his parable on the faithful and unfaithful servants: “From everyone to whom much is given; much will be required; and from the one to whom much has been entrusted, even more will be demanded.” Because it is a gift from God, the use of wealth is for the glory of God, nothing more, nothing less.

 

 

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THE BIBLE - IT COMPLICATES THINGS

Sometimes I am tempted to quit reading the Bible - it complicates things! Just when I think I know what it says, I read a passage again in a new translation or out of a new context, and discover something I had missed.

Lately, with the topic of immigration so much in the news, I decided to see what the Bible had to say about aliens. Wow! Did I get an ear full?! Our ancestors in the faith, notably Abraham and Isaac were aliens. Very early in scripture the law of the community made equity clear: “There shall be one law for the native and for the alien who resides among you.” [Exodus 12:49 and Leviticus 24:21] Business conduct was required to be honorable and attentive to the poor and the alien: “When you reap the harvest of your land, you shall not reap to the very edges of your field ... You shall not strip your vineyard bare, or gather the fallen grapes of your vineyard; you shall leave them for the poor and the alien.” [Leviticus 19:9-10] Those who are not just towards the alien are subject to divine disapproval: “Cursed be anyone who deprives the alien, the orphan, and the widow of justice.” [Deuteronomy 27:19] “I will draw near to you for judgement; I will be swift to bear witness against ... those who thrust aside the alien, and do not fear me, says the Lord of hosts.” [Malachi 3:5] As for today’s controversy about illegal aliens, the Bible says: “The alien who resides with you shall be to you as the citizen among you; you shall love the alien as yourself, for you were aliens in the land of Egypt: I am the Lord your God.” [Leviticus 19:34] Ah, the Bible! It complicates things!

Digging a little deeper I wondered just what the biblical word alien meant. I couldn’t find a distinction between legal and illegal aliens. At its root the word simply means: “One who lives along side of.” More specifically it referred to one from another land who lived next door, that is, basically, a “neighbor.” From very early a core understanding was that “the land belongs to God,” and that “In God’s sight all peoples are resident aliens.” Therefore people must live in humility in relationship to each other. The status of those who came from other lands is that they were sacrosanct as guests, and, in view of their weak position in the land, they were to ‘enjoy’ divine protection. Oh, the Bible! It complicates things!

Some will argue that things are different now. I would like to agree, but then I read the Bible and discover that thousands of years ago a Pharaoh saw the aliens in his midst and said: “Look, the Israelite people are more numerous and more powerful than we. Come, let us deal shrewdly with them, or they will increase and, in the event of war, will join our enemies and fight against us.” [Exodus 1:9-10] And so resident aliens who did most of the hard work were made into slaves. Oh, the Bible! It complicates things.

In our modern world we build walls - in Berlin and Israel and the American southwest. We celebrate when other people’s walls come down, and busy ourselves building our own. Some will remember Robert Frost writing, in his poem “Mending Wall,” that “Good fences make good neighbors.” But we conveniently forget that in the same poem he also wrote: “Before I built a wall I'd ask to know What I was walling in or walling out, And to whom I was like to give offense. Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That wants it down.”

There’s something very wrong with demonizing the stranger and the alien and those who are different. In today’s talk show environment it’s very hard to have an intelligent dialogue when one side is screaming, and the other side can’t put a word of truth in edgewise. I am outraged when a legal immigrant with a valid visa from Liberia who has been studying to be a United Methodist Pastor can be detained and sent to a detention center by ‘Homeland Security’ in the name of the law because he has been ‘profiled.’ I am not impressed with executive orders that extend the reach of the distrust. And I am appalled with proposed ‘police state’ style laws that would offer rewards to people for turning in the ‘undocumented.’ Frankly, I have been around long enough to wonder what the ‘other agenda’ is. And I am suspicious of simple, self-righteous solutions to complicated issues in our world that go beyond whether a person happens to be an alien or not. So, much as I am tempted to stop, I know I need to keep reading the Bible - it complicates things!

 

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WE ARE WHAT WE ADORE

Published March 13, 2008

Washington National Cathedral is a vast sacred space - the sixth largest cathedral in the world. The interior vault, ten stories in height, is graced by magnificent stained glass windows that flood the sanctuary with light of every description.

We were waiting for the Sunday Afternoon Vespers Service to begin. There was a family seated in the row in front of us. The young daughter was quietly coloring in her bulletin. She was kneeling on the floor, back to the altar, using the seat of her chair to hold her bulletin as she colored. She paused for a moment and began to look up. The setting sun was blazing through the great Creation Rose window. Her eyes widening, the child was transfixed with what she was seeing, and I saw her mouth shape a silent “W-O-W!”

Rowan LeCompte, who designed the window, wrote of it: “The Creation Rose seeks to sing its own hymn of praise to the universe ... For all its impressive size that must be a tiny song indeed when we pause to consider the infinite grandeur of the cosmos, this unimaginably vast created and creating mysterious miracle.” I saw that day a child’s testimony to the power of God to evoke awe.

In a wonderful essay entitled “Practical Adoration,” [Weavings, March/April 2008] Maggie Ross writes: “We are what we adore.” She points out: “Adoration becomes the source, the hidden outpouring for everything that we do, the measure against which everything in our lives is evaluated.” She worries about a world that “....adores only what it can consume and lives for the adrenaline rush of power over people and things.”

I share her worry, and I believe that we have fouled up our sense of awe in today's world.  For years now we have been growing a generation of children and youth who have been beguiled by television and computer games. They are more in awe of video graphics and the technological violence of movies, than they are of a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, or the compassion of human love, or the signs of God's presence in life around us.  Before we get too self-righteous, we need to admit that this really shouldn't surprise an older generation whose culture has grown up glorifying exploitation, power, and accumulation. 

There is much at stake here and our capacity for awe is at the heart of it. From the perspective of our faith, awe that does not connect us to God puts us at risk for idolatry. God alone is Holy and there are to be no other gods before God. I suspect that the child at the National Cathedral saw more than the beauty of the stained glass window. Her silent “Wow!” emerged from the depths of mystery called forth by a sacred space. When quiet places disappear from our world and sacred spaces are replaced by manipulative glitz, we lose something precious to our lives.

Adoration is rooted in our capacity to be silent before God - something that is increasingly difficult to do today, even in Christian Worship. In Worship, as in life itself, we are called to see God as the source of all life.  We are called to honor God as the source of our own life. God alone is Holy and there are to be no other gods before God! Without silence it is easy to forget this core truth of our faith. Interestingly, to be silent is a radical challenge to our world, and it is becoming a counter-cultural act.

If we want to know what we adore, all we have to do is to enter into quietness and reflect on what wakens in us that silent “Wow!” Different experiences will call that forth for different people, but if it doesn’t point us towards God, we may need to begin a process of self examination in matters of faith.

In a healthy spiritual life this will ultimately lead us to the prayer of adoration in which, according to John S. Mogabgab, “...we behold the beauty of the Lord with awe and reverence, savoring the sweetness of God’s presence and the majesty of God’s ways ... in the atmosphere of divine goodness - an atmosphere of silent communion unclouded by anxious preoccupation with our own desires.” In the babel of today’s world, that would be a very good place to start indeed. Let us sing our song of praise to God. “We are what we adore!”

 

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THE ROOT OF INNER WISDOM

 Published February 12, 2008

It’s not uncommon for me to have several books going at the same time. Late one evening recently I was reading along when I found a quote of Thomas Merton that I particularly liked. I put a checkmark by it, read on a bit, got to a stopping point, and put the book down. Not quite sleepy, I picked another book and began to read. Just a couple of pages into the new book, I encountered exactly the same Merton quote. I thought to myself: “Whoa! That’s spooky!” Then I found myself saying: “OK, Lord! You’ve got my attention now!”

Here is the quote.

“Douglas Steere remarks very perceptively that there is a pervasive form of contemporary violence to which the idealist fighting for peace by nonviolent methods most easily succumbs: activism and overwork. The rush and pressure of modern life are a form, perhaps the most common form, of its innate violence. To allow oneself to be carried away by a multitude of conflicting concerns, to surrender to too many demands, to commit oneself to too many projects, to want to help everyone in everything is to succumb to violence. More than that, it is cooperation in violence. The frenzy of the activist neutralizes his work for peace. It destroys his own inner capacity for peace. It destroys the fruitfulness of his own work, because it kills the root of inner wisdom which makes work fruitful.” [Thomas Merton: Conjectures of a Guilty Bystander]

Merton was writing in the mid 60's to those activists who were fighting [note the word] against a war [note the irony] and against racism. He could have been writing today. His words offer multiple layers of insight that we dismiss at our peril. What Merton has done is to look beneath the cultural context of faithfulness to what he calls the “root of inner wisdom.”

One has to wonder why it is that so much of contemporary activity is framed with the words, “A war on...” - [you fill in the blank]. That is a choice of words that betrays our culture’s lack of imagination. Who was it that said: “If the only tool we have is a hammer, then we will look at every problem as a nail.”? If the response to every violence is more violence, it will only lead to more violence. Worse, it will trap us in a way of life that does violence to ourselves, and will destroy our own inner capacity for peace. I wince when Merton says: “To allow oneself to be carried away by a multitude of conflicting concerns, to surrender to too many demands, to commit oneself to too many projects, to want to help everyone in everything is to succumb to violence.” Ouch!

What then is this inner root of wisdom which makes work fruitful and life meaningful?  I would offer that it begins with our core identity as “precious child of God.” If, as we say, we are created in the image of God, then the pulse of eternity is in us! But how many of us really slow down enough to be conscious of that pulse, and be aware of what it has to teach us? To be conscious of this inner rhythm that gives us life is the beginning of wisdom. It teaches us that we must be cared for and nurtured. To ignore it or harm it is to do violence to an awesome gift of God!

The purpose of a root is to give nourishment, to anchor a plant to the ground, and support what grows from it. I know I am mixing metaphors here, but if we are not able to get proper nourishment, we will get trapped and confined in old containers that keep us from growing and will eventually result in our withering away. Unfortunately, the rush and pressures of modern life, in which we allow ourselves to be carried away by a multitude of conflicting concerns, surrender to too many demands, and commit ourselves to too many projects, causes us to become spiritually “pot bound.”

Take some time during this Season of Lent to get in touch with the root of inner wisdom. It has much to teach us, and it will nourish us well. Let us learn to live and savor life in all of its abundance, and thereby give witness that there is an alternative to the pervasive contemporary violence that threatens to destroy us all.

 

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A PLEA FOR CIVIL DISCOURSE

Published January 17, 2008

While one can be impressed with the passion of the candidates, I worry that there is a shrill, nasty tone lurking at the edges of the campaigns for the American presidency. That’s not new, judging from what was said about a certain candidate from Illinois in 1860. One expects a certain measure of partisanship, but last week it turned personal for me. I may have lost a friend because I dared object to her vicious Email about a particular candidate. I found myself wondering what more might be in the offing.

A partisan is an ardent and enthusiastic supporter of some person or activity - one who is devoted to a cause or a party. No surprises here - in a free society different people have different hopes and visions of what is best for the future. I was surprised to learn however, that in the 16th and 17th centuries, a partisan was a weapon with a long, tapering double-edged spearhead attached to a long pole. It was the forerunner of the bayonet. That certainly puts a different spin on partisanship.

Political campaigns can serve an important public function. There are real issues facing us: people choosing between food and heat and medicine, wondering how they will buy gas for the car, lacking health insurance, worried about the economy and an endless war. Their very hopes could hinge on how the next president leads. The stakes are huge, and so are the costs. According to an estimate by the Federal Election Commission Chair, Michael Toner, the campaigning cost for the US Presidential Election, 2008, will be approximately $1 billion. Campaigning has become big business and, because it is necessarily played out in the mass media, particularly through advertising, it has become a form of show business.

This is a major issue. Neil Postman observes, in his discerning book “Amusing Ourselves to Death,” “If politics is like show business, then the idea is not to pursue excellence, clarity or honesty but to appear as if you are.” He points out that the main business of show business is “...to please the crowd, and its principle instrument is artifice.” Instead of discourse on important issues facing the society, the campaign is reduced to sound bites designed to attract and please. Accurate information is hard to come by. True debate and dialogue on issues disappears. Choices between alternative visions are hard to make.

There is a moral dimension to all this. People of faith are citizens of two worlds. What we believe is lived out in a social context. How our world is led has an eternal implication. In those times when we are afforded the opportunity to give our input, we need resources that are accurate, substantive, and pertinent to the decisions we are facing. We need a healthy discourse between the competing visions that will make it possible for us to make an informed choice that is consistent with what we believe. Sadly, that will not happen in today’s climate of shrill, nasty, uncivil campaigns.


A promotional note for Stephen L. Carter’s book, “Civility: Manners, Morals and the Etiquette of Democracy,” asserts that: “Something terrible has happened to civility. We can no longer hold political discussions without screaming at each other.” In his book Carter contends that the core of morality is love of neighbor. He maintains that “Civility is the sum of the many sacrifices we are called to make for the sake of living together.” And that: “Rules of civility are thus also rules of morality: it is morally proper to treat our fellow citizens with respect, and morally improper not to.” He argues that, “Civility has two parts: generosity, even when it is costly, and trust, even when there is risk.” That, “We must come into the presence of our fellow human beings with a sense of awe and gratitude.” “Civility requires that we listen to others with the knowledge of the possibility that they are right and we are wrong.” “Civility requires that we express ourselves in ways that demonstrate our respect for others.”

When measured by Carter’s counsel for civility, the 2008 American presidential campaign, and the commercial manner in which the media is bringing it to us, borders on an insult to our intelligence, and may even be a threat to our way of life. For many people of faith it has become a theater of the absurd, which obscures the real issues and prevents a thoughtful moral discussion of the choices before us. Scripture is clear as to what is required of us: “To do justice, to love kindness, and to walk humbly with God.”

To all who would be president of the United States, as well as all who seek to lead others, I beg of you: treat us with respect. The issues are too big and our hopes are at stake. We will pray for you, but we expect that you will enter with us into a real civil discourse which invites true dialogue rooted in mutual respect. Together we can, and I believe we must, work for the common good.

  

 

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Published December 26, 2007 

TURN AROUND AND LIVE INTO THE FUTURE

January is named for the Roman god Janus. Always depicted as having two faces, one facing forward and one facing backward, Janus was the spirit of gates and doors in Roman mythology. Janus symbolized change and transitions, progress from the past to the future. In keeping with the ancient mythology, January has come to symbolize for us the time of passage to a new year, a time of new beginnings.

In the past the celebration of the new year began with a time of self examination - a time of personal stock taking. One was expected to make an attempt to wipe the old slate clean and start anew. Every effort was made to settle old debts, to reconcile broken relationships, and to resolve to make a fresh start on life! That enterprise has been given a wonderful liturgical framework in the powerful, but now sadly neglected, Wesley Covenant Service.

In his lesser known story, “The Chimes,” Charles Dickens uses the coming of a new year as the setting in which his main character, Trotty, goes through an excruciating trial of self examination. At the end of the story Dickens speaks directly to the reader of the tale of Trotty’s trial and asks: “Are his joys and sorrows, and the actors in them but a dream? If it be so dear listener, try to bear in mind the stern realities from which these shadows come; and in your [own] sphere endeavor to correct, improve and soften them.”

It is important to look at what has happened in the past. Sometimes that involves seeking forgiveness: for words that we would take back if we could; for our selfishness, petty grievances, and tendency to vengeance; for our ingratitude, evasion of responsibilities, and neglect of our faith. Sometimes we also need to look back and see what we have to celebrate: times of compassion and love, of kindness and doing justice, of caring for one another and sharing the richness of our lives, of faithfulness and witness to the gospel. We need to look back before we can move forward into the future.

Janus had it easy: he could look in both directions at the same time. Unfortunately we sometimes get caught in what might be called a “crawfish spirituality.” Our eyes are focused on where we have been and we’re trying to move forward by going backwards to a place we can’t see!

In her wonderful little essay entitled “Pay Attention, God Said,” [Weavings Volume XXII, Number 6, November/December 2007] Kristen Johnson Ingram identifies the dilemma of living into the future. She writes: “I can’t see what’s next because I’m staring into the past.” And she finds herself “...wondering how I’ll get into heaven facing the wrong way.”

It’s a helpful image at the start of a new year. Yes, we do need to consider the stern realities of the past. Yes, it is important to endeavor to correct, improve and soften them. Yes, it is appropriate to celebrate the graces and goodness of life, the comfort of kindred and friends, the strength of God’s Presence, benevolence of God’s mercy, and the love of Christ we have experienced in the past. But there comes a time when we have to turn around and live into the future.

When she wrote the hymn “What Gift Can We Bring” for the celebration of her church’s 25th Anniversary, Jane Marshall began with words of gratitude for the vision of the past. Wisely, she did not stop there, for she understood that living into the future also involved gratitude. Her words teach us a great wisdom:

“Give thanks for tomorrow, full of surprises, for knowing whatever tomorrow may bring, we're given God's word that always, forever, we rest in God's keeping and live in God's love.

As you begin this new Year of Our Lord, 2008, I pray that you may turn and live in the assurance of God’s love with a profound sense of gratitude.

 

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MAY CHRIST BE BORN IN YOU

Published November 17, 2007

By The Rev. F. Richard Garland

In her wonderful little book, “When the Heart Waits,” Sue Monk Kidd tells of visiting a monastery sometime around Christmas. She recalls walking past a monk outside the church and greeting him with the traditional, “Merry Christmas.” To which the monk replied: “May Christ be born in you.” The words, over the years, became for her a discovery of what she calls “the real essence of transformation.”

Today, with our ‘politically correct’ economic driven festivities around Christmas, we’re lucky if we get even a muttered “Happy Holidays,” let alone a “Merry Christmas.” “May Christ be born in you?” Fer-gidda-bow-dit! And, yet, it is a greeting, that, once you have heard it, sticks in the soul.

Any one who has ever had a baby come into their life knows that babies change things: bodies change, relationships change, routines change, ways of life change, futures change. To greet someone with the words, “May Christ be born in you,” is a prayer that they may be changed, transformed by the living presence of Christ. If that doesn’t get at the heart of what God was doing at Christmas, I don’t know what else does.

The Gospel of John makes it clear: “The Word became flesh and dwelt among us, full of grace and truth.” [John 1:14-RSV] Or, as Eugene Peterson paraphrases it: “The Word became flesh and blood, and moved into the neighborhood.” [The Message]  To greet someone with the words, “May Christ be born in you,” is a prayer that Immanuel will take up residence in their life. That most certainly would change how we look at Christmas!

Perhaps we need to change our perspective at Christmas just enough to look beyond the birth to the life that follows. If we leave the baby Jesus in a cradle in Bethlehem, we miss an important part of the story. This child did, after all, grow “...strong in body and wise in spirit. And the grace of God was on him.” [Luke 2:52-The Message]

So what exactly might it mean anyway that Christ be born in us? What if Christ did actually take up residence in our lives? I suppose that, for many of us, it would mean watching our language and giving up some bad habits. That’s not all bad, but there’s more to it than that.

In the first place it would probably mean straightening up our living environments. Just as a family creates room for a new baby, and then eventually “baby-proofs’ the house, if Christ is to be born in us, we need to make room for his coming, and then make it safe for him to stay. Every new birth deserves a loving, safe environment. Then, as we are creating it for another, we begin to discover how good that is for us too.


Further, if Christ is to be born in us, it is likely that we will have to be prepared to see things differently: through inquisitive eyes that appreciate the beauty of the world; through a sensitive spirit that learns from nature’s lessons; through a childlike sense of fairness that wants good for everyone and protests injustice; through a devout soul that knows it has been made in the image of the divine. Every new birth deserves a healthy environment and we too will start to thrive when we begin to make it happen.

And, if Christ is to be born in us, it is probable that our priorities will change. Over the years I have heard many people say that they would be glad when Christmas was over so they could get back to their routines. It can be a disruptive time. But suppose, just suppose, that it is our routines that are the problem - habits that have become ruts - numbing and unsatisfying - symptoms of priorities that have been chosen for us by others.

Four hundred years before Jesus, Socrates said: “The unexamined life is not worth living.”  He was on trial for heresy because he encouraged his students to challenge the accepted beliefs of the time and think for themselves. Each time we celebrate Christmas Christ challenges us to examine the priorities that have been set for us by a fear driven society infected by consumerism. There is a better way, and that is what Immanuel, God with us, is all about. The birth of Christ is about the real essence of transformation.

So, in this year of our Lord 2007, allow me to greet you: May Christ be born in you!

 

 

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By the Reverend F. Richard Garland

Published October 13, 2007 

OUR SPIRITS CAN BE REPLENISHED

There has been a lot in the news of late about how dry it has become. In August and September there was a four inch deficit in rainfall. Now, this is New England and, by the time you read this, it could be very different, but garden experts warn that, if the dry spell persists, it could have serious adverse effects.

This is more than just a concern for having green grass - it affects all plant life around us. It is the nature of grass to start green, turn brown, and then green up again with a little moisture. With trees and shrubs it is a very different story. If it stays dry for a long time and roots don’t have access to adequate moisture, eventually the tree will be stressed and weakened and less able to thrive, or even survive. Garden specialists urge extended, deep, trickle watering to prevent a loss. Water is essential to life.

There is a principle here that we would do well to ponder when we consider the health of our spiritual life. Occasionally we will go through dry periods. We have to push ourselves to go to church. Our best intentions to read the scriptures, or even pray, fall by the wayside. Sometimes we are so preoccupied with our own lives that it’s hard to even begin to think about others. I have a friend who is fond of saying: “If the devil can’t make you bad, he’ll make you busy.” In the dry seasons of our spirituality [which, by the way, are quite normal] we need an infusion of life giving water - a deep soaking from the streams of the waters of life.

It begins by a sense of self awareness. Our bodies hold more wisdom than we want to admit - they tell us when we are tired, or a little heavy, or ailing. The same is true with our spirits - they tell us when we are weary of soul, or weighed down by concerns, or “out of sorts.” It helps, as a dear friend points out, to ask: “Are you ‘out of sorts’ because you've received so much and forgotten you are also now to pour it out? Or are you dry because you've given so much and forgotten how to receive?” Pay attention! To ignore that is to court disaster. It’s hard to slake a spiritual thirst if we’re too busy to know we have one.

One doesn’t have to remain spiritually dry, but, like a gardener tending a garden, it takes some effort to change things. As Christians it is essential that we pay heed to the scriptures. That, of course, means that one has to read them - to drink deeply from their well of wisdom. If you haven’t read the Bible, start with the Gospel of Mark - it will give you the core of the Christian story. Then read the Psalms - they were Jesus’ prayer book. Read Exodus - it is the story of our roots. Read Isaiah and Jeremiah - they are the story of our responsibilities, and a warning to the proud. Read the Book of Acts - it is the story of the early church. Read the two Corinthian letters - it is counsel to churches run amok. John 3:16 and I John 4:7-21 Teach us of the Love of God. Then read Romans - it is a source book for Christian theology. Read them! Don’t study them at first - there may be time for that later. Get the story. Without that life giving story our wells go dry, and there is nothing to replenish them.

One doesn’t have to remain spiritually dry, but we will have to stay connected to a community of faith to stay healthy. This can be tough, because not all churches are healthy places. We need a place, a community, where there is a covenant to approach matters of discipleship, ministry and relationship with a teachable spirit, and where the worship of God is central and faithfulness reaches out with justice and mercy to a world in need. There is no such thing as a solitary religion. Without a connection to a healthy community of faith our wells go dry, and there is nothing to replenish them.

When speaking of the spiritually healthy, the Psalmist says of them: “They are like trees planted by streams of water, which yield their fruit in season, and their leaves do not wither. In all that they do, they prosper.” [Psalm 1:3, NRSV]. Jesus offered, to all who would receive it, a gift of living water that would well up to eternal life. Let us drink deeply from this spring of the water of life. And, when our own wells go dry, we will have a source from which our spirits can be replenished.

 

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WALK SLOWLY AND BOW OFTEN

We called her “Auntie Helen.” She was as nice a human being as you would ever hope to meet. Calm, a ready smile, interesting, deeply faithful, honest, and straight forward - she was a joy to be around.  It was quite by accident that I stumbled on to a secret she had kept for years. Just before Easter she had asked me how I was doing. I acknowledged that, as usual, I was over scheduled, over worked, and exhausted. I joked: “Just as soon as Easter is over and I can slow down, I think I’ll have me a nervous breakdown.”

Suddenly, her smile was gone and she sternly admonished me: “Don’t you ever say that again!” I was taken aback. She wasn’t finished: “I had one once! It’s no joke! It took me nearly two years, some of it in the hospital, to begin to get over it.” She had been a small town girl who had come to New York City to “make it big,” and did. A high energy, hard charging young woman, she became a high powered Executive Secretary, the real force behind the CEO’s who get all the headlines. It had nearly killed her.

The theme of the New England Pastor’s Assembly this year was “Pastoral Fitness: Spiritual, Emotional, Intellectual and Physical Health for Clergy and Family” I think it was a long overdue focus, and not just for pastors either. Our 24/7/365 world is destroying people. Walking around on electronic leashes, always connected, always accessible, we are being sold an illusory vision of productive life that gets better as it gets faster. In truth it all comes with an enormous price tag. One of our speakers, Dr. Kirk Byron Jones, called it “The idol god of multi-tasking,” and challenged us to live at a sacred pace in a world of hurry.”

Years ago, when I taught Time Management to pastors and business executives, one of my primary resources was a little book entitled “The Time Trap” by R. Alec Mackenzie. It’s a thoroughly secular book, but I found in it two spiritual insights. The first is that we do not and cannot ‘manage time.’ All we can do is manage ourselves against the limited time we receive. The other was the necessity of a “quiet hour” designed to provide uninterrupted focus. At the time my devotional and spiritual life was a shambles. I thought to myself, “My God, if a successful business executive needs a “quiet hour,”why am I trying to get along without one?” That insight helped me to reclaim a personal discipline that remains essential to me to this day.

The biblical word for this dimension is ‘Sabbath.’ The Sabbath is a holy day of rest and reflection, fulfilling the third of the Ten Commandments (“Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy”). The Sabbath commemorates the seventh day of Creation - the day God rested from the labor of creating the heavens and the earth. The Sabbath rest is a part of the essence our faith, as is a daily quiet time. It is the source of replenishment, and it is at the heart of renewal. Without it things will eventually grind to a halt, like they did for Auntie Helen..

Jesus understood this better than anyone else. When you read them closely, the Gospels are punctuated with little side notes about Jesus resting, observing the Sabbath, withdrawing to lonely places, napping at the back of the boat. Utilizing a modern term, Dr. Jones observes that Jesus was practicing ‘strategic withdrawal,’ refusing to live a life “overdosing on over commitment.” Jones argues that this practice of regular rest and renewal empowered Jesus to fulfill his mission. I like the way Pulitzer Prize winning poet Mary Oliver has put it: “Walk slowly and bow often.”

In the Second Letter of Paul to Timothy, the wise old mentor counsels his young colleague: “I remind you to rekindle the gift of God that is within you through the laying on of my hands; for God did not give us a spirit of timidity but a spirit of power and love and self control.” As we take care of ourselves, the gift of God is rekindled within us. When our wells are filled, they become living waters for us and for others.

In his little book “Morning B.R.E.W.” Dr. Jones offers an easily remembered counsel that will lead to health:

Be Still

Receive God’s Love

Embrace Personhood

Welcome the day

He argues that this will lead to “a soulfully warming experience of stillness, divine love, personal affirmation, and fresh living vitality.” He asks a pointed question: “Why shouldn’t you look forward to each new day, and live as many days as you can with as much desire, energy, and passion as you can?”

"I believe that when we start the day right, we can live the day well. Changing our perspective and taking the time to become more aware of the world, will not only give us the energy to live in health as God’s precious children, it will lead to a reverence for life. Do you want to be well? Walk slowly and bow often."

 

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CALLED TO ACT WITH MORAL INTEGRITY

Living with moral integrity in the real world is no easy endeavor. Given the fact that there are nearly as many theological positions as there are churches and people, and that there are hundreds of nations expecting allegiance, how one chooses to live her/his faith and citizenship has almost endless possibilities.  Being both a faithful Christian and a responsible citizen is always a dilemma.

Three issues have triggered these thoughts: my most recent tax bill, the swirl of efforts to expand gambling, and the ongoing wars and their associated terrorisms. Disparate as they might seem, all three bear on the struggle to be both a faithful Christian and a responsible citizen. I don’t expect to say the last word or the absolute truth on these issues. What I do want to do is to share what has shaped me as I try to reflect on them. So, please bear with me.

My tax bill: I admit that I swallowed hard when I got the last one. But I come at it from a slightly different perspective. Until I acquired my present home I had never chosen any home in which I lived. They were chosen for me - my parent’s homes, school lodging, parsonages. And yet all of my education, except my theological degree, was at public institutions, for which I paid no taxes. Having received so many benefits, I vowed that if I ever owned a home, I would never complain about my fair share of the taxes.

Expanding gambling: I learned early in life about the real cost of gambling. Before I was twelve I helped my father count the take from the slots at the American Legion post, and wondered why he didn’t play. As a teenager I let a slick side show hustler clean my pockets at a county fair - he made it seem so easy, so much fun, so sure. I was glad that gambling was hard to come by in those days, because I was discovering that it wasn’t healthy for me. I must confess that the only times I have bought a Powerball ticket have been when I had more debt than I should have had, or was feeling sorry for myself. When I watch people and governments suckered into believing that gambling income will solve fiscal problems, it seems to me like prescribing a whiskey diet to cure alcoholism.

Wars and terrorism: I grew up during World War II, worried about whether I would be called to Korea, began my ministry during Vietnam, had a veteran broken by war in every church I served, and retired just before 9/11. Last month my granddaughter entered the US Air Force and could one day be in “harm’s way.” I am not naive enough to believe that everyone around the world will “make nice” to each other, but I am bright enough to know that war isn’t working very well either, and my MBA makes me adept enough to count the fiscal and human cost.

All of these issues [as do many others] have a moral dimension. As a Christian, I believe that how we live as citizens must be informed by our faith. That said, it is often hard to distinguish between what comes from God and what does not.  While I recognize that people of faith will start in different places and reach different conclusions, I do believe that there are principles of discernment that help us make our choices.

The process of discernment is seldom easy to do, but there are common questions in the process that help a person of faith make more responsible choices:

+ “Is it in harmony with the word and spirit of the scriptures?”

+ “How does it relate to the life and ministry of Jesus?”

+ “Does it bring peace or discord?”

+ “Does it build up or break down?”

+ “Does it lead to healing or to more pain?”

+ “Does it reveal more of God, or turn us away from God?”

These questions will help us in personal decisions, in guidance for relationships, in community actions, and much more.

Beyond this, I find myself returning to three scriptures over and over again: Micah 6:8 which describes the call to do justice and love kindness and walk humbly with God; Luke 4:16 which describes Jesus’ call to preach good news to the poor and release to the captives and recovering of sight to the blind, and to set at liberty the oppressed and proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor; and Acts 2:43-47 which describes how people of faith are called to live together. Unfailingly, I find some wisdom for decision making here. Invariably, when these things are not considered, decisions are flawed.

In our decision making as citizens of communities and nations and God’s world we are called to act with moral integrity. It will never be easy, but to do less will separate our citizenship from our faith, and that is a cost we can ill afford.

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REMEMBER WHAT YOU SAW

Published June 15, 2007

The sign in front of the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum in Washington, DC is simple and stark, a command to those who were leaving and a warning to those who were about to enter: “Remember What You Saw.”

As a student of history I had a good idea of what to expect. Almost 30 years ago I had visited Yad Vashem, The Holocaust Martyrs' and Heroes' Remembrance in Jerusalem. A member of one of my congregations was a young soldier whose unit liberated one of the Nazi death camps in 1945. My theology has been shaped by Dietrich Bonhoeffer who was hanged by the Nazis. And yet, for all my study and knowledge, my visit to this Holocaust Museum was unnerving.

A man who could not muster a majority of votes was, through a fluke of a legal political process, installed as his nation’s leader, and proceeded [exactly as he said he would in a personal memoir] to assert his nation’s superiority, to prey on fear, to scapegoat and then eventually torture and kill those who were different, and to wage a widening war to advance his policies. A world that stood silently by while it was developing was drawn into a devastating worldwide conflict. The United States Holocaust Museum looks with unflinching eye on why it happened, on what actually happened, and on the missed opportunities to stop it before it began. The photos and movies, the historical documents and the shared memories of survivors are graphic and heartrending.

I am a people watcher, even when absorbed in my thoughts while walking through such a memorial. I saw a man patiently translating the exhibit to his young son - he was Russian, a man whose nation lost millions to the Nazis. I saw an elderly woman almost angrily challenging her daughter about the truth of it all - she was Japanese, a woman who perhaps was herself interred in a World War II camp. I saw a teenager patiently translating the exhibit to her mother - they were Hispanic, people who are beginning to be demonized by many in our own nation. I saw youth recoil in horror before the truth of what was being portrayed.

When any human being suffers at the hands of another human being, there are no nations, no religions, no race, no genders, no sexual orientations, no social status that can justify such acts. When one suffers, all suffer, When one dies, all perish. When one isn’t stopped from killing, all are implicated.

    I write from the perspective of a Christian pastor, and I make every effort to be faithful to the Gospel. "But I am embarrassed and ashamed that there are those who use the faith I hold dear to justify crusades and pogroms, nationalism and war making, anti-Semitism, homophobia and sexism and racism."  And I say to any, and to all, and to myself as well, that this was not learned from Jesus Christ!

When one reaches the end of the exhibit there is a wall that is fashioned from stone from the land that is holy to three great faiths. As I reached out to touch the wall, the words of the Psalmist came to me: “If I forget you, O Jerusalem, let my right hand wither!” And I wept.

The conduct of the Christian Church during World War II [and throughout history] has been a mixed bag. There have been heroes and martyrs, and collaborators and perpetrators. Humanity, and the Christian as well, is capable of great sacrifice and compassion and more. Humanity, and the Christian as well, is capable of silence and complicity and evil and worse. The  Reverend Martin Niemoller, a deeply conflicted German Lutheran Pastor, wrote at the end of World War II: “First they came for the Communists, and I didn’t speak up, because I wasn’t a Communist. Then they came for the Jews, and I didn’t speak up, because I wasn’t a Jew. Then they came for the Catholics, and I didn’t speak up, because I was a Protestant. Then they came for me, and by that time there was no one left to speak up for me.”

Those who experienced the events depicted at the Holocaust Museum first hand are beginning to die now. They have shared their story with us and we are obligated to tell others. That is because it happened again in Cambodia and Rwanda, and it is happening now in Darfur. We cannot forget and we must not be silent.

Spanish Philosopher George Santayana once wrote: “Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” His words are a command and a warning: “Remember what you saw!”

 

 

 

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REACH OUT TO THE LIVING

By The Rev. F. Richard Garland

Published May 18, 2007

As a Pastor, one of the gifts of being able to sing in a Chorale is the privilege of singing the works of the great masters of Classical Music. Many of the themes are religious and the matching of the power of music to an understanding of faith offers a treasure store of insight. Over the years we have sung of the creation, the Messiah, and the passion of Christ. We have sung the words of Glorias, The Mass, and the Requiem, a Latin liturgical Mass for the Deceased. I shall never forget singing Mozart’s Requiem not long after 100 people perished in the Station Night Club fire. “Grant them eternal rest, Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them.”

We are now preparing to sing Brahm’s, Ein Deutsches Requiem - A German Requiem. Its soaring chorus “How lovely Is Thy Dwelling Place, O Lord,” is widely known and beloved. And yet, from the very beginning this has been a very different Requiem. Edward Markward, Music Director of the Rhode Island Civic Chorale and Orchestra, writes: “Brahms called his Requiem a ‘human Requiem.’” “The traditional Latin liturgical Mass for the Dead is for the departed . Brahms writes for those left behind - the living, troubled mourners who are alive, reasonably well, and are left to think about death.”

Indeed, the Brahms Requiem concludes with a prayer of the living for the departed: “Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord, that they may rest from their labors, and that their works follow after them.” Those who remain are comforted in the knowledge that their beloved now rest in the Lord, and that what they have accomplished on earth will endure. When deep faith is wedded to moving music, a process of healing can begin for those who have been bereaved - for those who must some how find a way to go on in the face of their grief.

Anyone who has lost someone they have loved needs somehow to find a way to live beyond the loss. Sometimes we forget that the bitter residue of the choices for violence and war are legions of the widowed, childless, fatherless, and more - people who seek comfort in their sorrow and emptiness. And it is so hard! And sometimes it seems never to end. In one of my churches there was a man who had been gassed in WWI, who, 60 years later, still grieved for his buddies that didn’t make it.

To such who remain come the opening words of Brahm’s Requiem, right out of Jesus’ Sermon on the Mount: “Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted.” And from the Psalmist: “Those who sow in tears shall reap in joy.” It is a song of hope, born of the mercy of God. Recognizing how fragile life is, and acknowledging our own mortality, there is the assurance that the Word of the Lord endures forever, and that our hope is in the Lord.

We who are living must be sensitive to those who have experienced loss, no matter whether it was yesterday or years ago. The comforting presence, the assurance of love, and the word of hope create a new heaven and a new earth where the presence of God can dwell in and for those who remain.

Jesus promised his disciples that, “In my Father’s house there are many dwelling places.” And he promised that he was going to prepare a place for them. But he also made a promise to them that would sustain them as they live with their loss: “I will not leave you orphaned.” He promised to them a Comforter, the Holy Spirit, who would ground them in faith and give them the ability to find in him “the way, the truth, and the life.” This is the peace of Christ that passes all understanding, and keeps our hearts and minds in the knowledge and love of God.

Following the Virginia Tech Tragedy I wrote:

“O Lord of Life now hear us, and heal the aching pain.

O God of Hope be near us, and in your love sustain.

Unite us as one family, resolved to carry through,

A living, sacred memory of those we trust to you.”

Let us, as people of faith, reach out to the living that they may be blessed with light, strength, mercy, love, and peace.

 

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THREE CUPS OF TEA

Published April 13, 2007

Given where it happened, he probably should not have lived to tell the tale, let alone go on to accomplish everything to which his survival would lead. Greg Mortenson, a world class mountaineer, got separated from his team on the way down from a failed attempt to climb K-2. Lost, alone and exposed, he spent the night on a glacier on a mountain that is characterized as “a pyramid of razored granite so steep that snow can’t cling to its knife-edged ridges.” This is but the preface to the compelling story told in the book, “Three Cups of Tea.” [If you read only one more book this year, read this one!]

He was found by one of his mountain porters, but Mortenson got lost again, ended up on the wrong side of a raging river, and stumbled into the remote village of Korphe, in Pakistan. His life would never be the same, for there he would be transformed, first by the hospitality of Haji Ali, and then by the discovery that the children of Korphe had no school. Before he left Korphe, Mortenson “ ... put his hands on Haji Ali’s shoulders, as the old man had done to him dozens of times since they’d shared their first cup of tea. ‘I’m going to build you a school. I will build a school, I promise.’” Over the next decade Mortenson built not just one but fifty-five schools - especially for girls - in the forbidding terrain that gave birth to the Taliban.

One of the many things that Judaism, Christianity, and Islam hold in common is a passion and compassion for the poor. In each there is love of wisdom. Turning stones into schools in remote villages of Pakistan and Afghanistan is a powerful witness to this truth. But, there is an ‘elephant in the living room’ in this story. Mortenson was in Pakistan on September 11, 2001. War, no matter who wages it, falls most heavily on the poor. When war comes, the need for schools suddenly slips down the list of ‘priorities.’ What is all the more remarkable about this story is that Mortenson, a child of missionaries in Africa, an American and beloved ‘infidel,’ continues to build schools in Muslim villages in Pakistan and Afghanistan.

Bashir Baz, a Pakistani Brigadier General has a succinct counsel for us: “As a military man, I know you can never fight and win against someone who can shoot at you once, and then run and hide while you have to remain eternally on guard. You have to strike at the source of your enemy’s strength. In America’s case that’s not Osama or Saddam or anyone else. The enemy is ignorance. The only way to defeat it is to build up relationships with these people, to draw them into the modern world with education and business. Otherwise the fight will go on forever.”

Haji Ali told Mortenson: “The first time you share tea with a Balti, you are a stranger. The second time you take tea, you are an honored guest. The third time you share a cup of tea, you become family, and for our family, we are prepared to do anything, even die.” This unlikely family, Haji Ali and Greg Mortenson, worked together so that the children of Korphe could have the education they deserved. It is not unlike Christian children in North Kingstown working together to make it possible for a Muslim child in Sierra Leone to have life saving surgery in a Jewish Hospital in Israel. Compassion bears fruit when it builds up relationships that grow into respect that looks beyond differences, challenges ignorance, and thereby banishes fear.

In a strange irony Mortenson was in Calcutta at the time of death of Mother Teresa. He was moved to pay his respects to one who for a very long time had been his hero. Later he wrote: “I sat in the corner staring at this shrouded figure. She looked so small, draped in her cloth. And I remember thinking how amazing it was that such a tiny person had such a huge effect on humanity.”

Those who, following the counsel of the prophet Micah, do justice, love kindness, and walk humbly with God, will always have a huge effect on humanity. We may never be a Mother Teresa, or even a Greg Mortenson. But then you never know. Sometimes life takes us down unexpected  paths. If, in the encounters along the way, we take the time to sit down for three cups of tea, we might just rediscover that we are family and together be able to accomplish things we never dreamed possible. That, for me, is a very hopeful prospect indeed!

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BEYOND THE CROSS TO EASTER

Published March 10, 2007 

There are times when I would just like to skip the cross and get on to Easter. Standing as it does between a lovely Palm Sunday procession and an Easter celebration, it casts a long, dark shadow across the landscape of faith, one that cannot be ignored. But it is such an inconvenient symbol.

We know what the cross is - a cruel form of execution. It was also a form of intimidation deliberately placed outside the entrance of a city by ‘the powers that be,’ announcing: “Don’t step out of line! This could happen to you!”

So what it is about the cross that it could be transformed from its ugly, repugnant origins into an enduring emblem of redemption? We could point to the first Easter and what happened that day. That is a good starting point, but the answer is far more complex.

In may respects the cross is a metaphor for the life of Christ. All along the way he encountered things that might dissuade him from his core identity and his eternal purpose. The temptations sought to turn him away from God. The disapproval by religious authorities sought to turn him away from compassion for the least and the lost. The threat of crucifixion sought to bend him towards dependance upon the ‘principalities and powers.’

In each instance he held true. He knew that he was beloved of God. He knew that he had come that there might be life in all of its abundance. He knew that the Spirit of the Lord was upon him and that he had been anointed to preach good news to the poor, to proclaim release to the captives and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty those who are oppressed , to proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord. He lived and taught and healed in that assurance, and it led him to a cross.

One cannot remain true to one’s identity and purpose and power without sacrifice. There is always a price to pay. But people were drawn to Jesus’ words of good news and his healing touch. In awe they began to understand that there was nothing that could dissuade him from the love and grace he was called to proclaim, that no sacrifice was too great. They saw that he was even willing to go to the cross to confirm the power of his love. That he lived on in the face of it all gave them hope.

Evelyn Underhill understood that when she wrote: “No soul of any sensitiveness can live through Holy Week without an awed and grateful sense of being incorporated into a mystery of self-giving love which yet remains far beyond our span.”

I never really understood that on a personal level until, alone in prayer in the sanctuary,  wrestling with the pain of a raging conflict in my church, my eyes were lifted to the cross above the altar. It suddenly dawned on me: “My God! If Jesus died on a cross to confirm his love for even me, it should not surprise me that I might experience a few troubles.” At that instant my world shifted and I saw in the cross a symbol of life and hope.

Jim Wallis says: “Hope is believing in spite of the evidence, and watching the evidence change.”

It is the Love of God in Jesus Christ that transforms the cross from an emblem of suffering and shame into symbol of hope and redemption. It is before an open, empty tomb that we see the dawn of loving grace. The world shifts before the evidence of new life and Love’s eternal purpose, and we are moved beyond the cross to Easter

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DON’T JUST DO SOMETHING, SIT THERE!

Published February 14, 2007 

I am not fond of Lent. There is for me a burdensome quality to a season that begins with ashes and ends with a tomb. It has for me the heavy feel of dark duty. So, I tend to approach Lent with an attitude that I need to do something, or give something up. By the end of Lent I have often been exhausted and aching for some decadent “death by chocolate” dessert. 

But I need Lent. I need the disciplines that we associate with the season. I need the insights those disciplines typically reveal. I need the transforming power of the Spirit that the insight calls forth. 

Twentieth century mystic Evelyn Underhill reminds us that “Lent is a good moment for a spiritual stock-taking; a pause, a retreat from life’s busy surface to its solemn depths.” Pointedly, she observes that “There are few who cannot benefit by a bit by bit examination” of the resources that each baptized Christian has, a discernment of those things which “must be treasured and kept in good order,” as opposed to the “spiritual odds and ends” “which we have accumulated for ourselves.” 

Important as the discipline of stock-taking may be, taking the time to do it is often a luxury that it seems few can afford. The schedules of families with young children or teenagers are daunting. The demands of employment and careers are unceasing. Adding another thing to do in Lent seems unrealistic at best. But, true as that is, the cost of not doing it may be greater. 

I am a recovering workaholic. I learned it from my Father and it was honed to a fine art by guilt driven expectations of a 24/7 ministry. It took me a very long time to figure out that I was chronically exhausted and depressed. I’ve spent a small fortune on therapy trying to deal with it. It all came to a head almost twenty years ago when I ended up in a hospital emergency room with chest pains. After a battery of tests my doctor sat me down for a “heart to heart” talk. “Well, Dick,” he began, “as we thought, your heart is OK. It’s probably just stress.” Then he smiled and said, “But, of course, you know that stress can kill you. Let’s talk about your life.” It was the beginning of a long, difficult process of recovering from an addiction to doing things. 

Percy Ainsworth has written: “I am afraid that too often we leave the deeps of life untouched, not because we remember they are sacred, but because we forget they are there.” From time to time we are called to the deep places of our lives where the very image of God abides. It is a holy place that, in our busy-ness, we don’t often visit. Perhaps the reason why we are reluctant to go there is because of the risk involved. Instinctively we know that when we do finally stop, we will come face to face with God who is holding up a mirror so that we can see ourselves more clearly. That is where the stock-taking begins, as we move in the Presence of God from our life’s busy surface into its solemn depths.

At its best Lent offers an invitation to the practice of stillness where, amid the bustle of our days, we can pause to let God take the measure of our lives. The great benefits of this encounter, says Evelyn Underhill, is “a return to first principles,” where we find “all the essentials for feeding that inner life of which we talk so much and understand so very little.” Don’t just do something, sit there!

 

 

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CHOOSE TO GO MORE SLOWLY

Published January 13, 2007 

One of my calendars has a picture of a stone bridge crossing a small, lily-pad covered, pond. The crossing is formed of two sets of twin granite posts laid on their sides. What is unusual about the bridge is that the granite posts are not laid end to end. There is an offset. It is designed that way. One must slow down in crossing the little bridge.

In the accompanying comment this observation is made: “In the spirit of mindfulness, an offset in a stone bridge awakens our awareness of the quiet beauty of the world we are traversing.” We are invited to “... choose to go more slowly, to open our hearts and minds as well as our eyes to all that is good and beautiful, even in the ordinary.” We are assured that “... over time we will find that we have come to more fully know ourselves, others and the world around us with ever-increasing compassion and wisdom.”

Now, each time I think of the picture, I am reminded of the observation that, “There is more to life than increasing its speed.”

I have always appreciated the winter months because they are a good excuse to slow down. The busy-ness of the holidays is past. The shortened daylight hours are an invitation to spend more time in our homes. And, if that doesn’t convince us, a snow covered or icy road demands that we slow down. Sometimes we need that reminder.

In another life I used to teach “Time Management.” Typically this conjures up images of cramming more and more into the finite 24 hours that we are allotted. Actually, we don’t ever manage time. If we are good at it, we manage ourselves within the allotted time, that is, we set priorities. Healthy priorities, among other things, include time for personal renewal and time for special relationships. While it is certainly better than not doing it, if you and your children or significant others have to make appointments to spend quality time together, you are probably too busy, or your priorities may be “out of whack.” Even Jesus would go off “to a lonely place” where, in prayer, he would replenish himself.

Our busy-ness often gets in the way of the deep, abiding peace that is necessary for a healthy spiritual life. When we find ourselves running helter skelter through our days and giving short shrift to the people who are most precious to us, it’s time to slow down.

Jesus invited the weary and heavy laden to come to him and find their rest. The Biblical word means “refreshment” - literally, “to restore strength and spirit,” “to revive.” How important that is in those times when we get caught up in the busy-ness of life’s activities and responsibilities!


There is nothing wrong with living a full life, so long as we honor the necessity of balancing that activity with times of quiet in which we open ourselves to God for what Thomas Merton called “deepening, change, and transformation.”

John Greenleaf Whittier once wrote: “O Sabbath rest by Galilee, O calm of hills above, where Jesus knelt to share with Thee the silence of eternity, interpreted by love.” We need Sabbath time - that intentional stepping back from the busy-ness of our days, in which we can be refreshed and renewed. Let us think of the little bridge with an offset and  “... choose to go more slowly, to open our hearts and minds as well as our eyes to all that is good and beautiful, even in the ordinary.” “With this daily practice, over time we will find that we have come to more fully know ourselves, others and the world around us with ever-increasing compassion and wisdom.”

 

 

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A CONTEXT FOR COVENANT

Published December 19, 2006 

When I first came into ministry, it was customary for many churches to celebrate Watch Night Services. Following the counsel of John Wesley who, on Christmas Day 1747, urged people to renew their Covenant with God, we gathered on New Year’s Eve for prayer and Holy Communion as we considered our relationship with God, and each other, and resolved to “engage our heart to the Lord.” The Service became a part of my spiritual identity. There were never a lot of people present. But for those of us who did gather it was very special.

Attendance began to dwindle as people drifted towards other events. It ended in one of my churches when on a rainy, foggy New Year’s Eve I was the only person present. We tried it on the first Sunday of the new year, but, over time, that too began to meet resistance. The Service was from another era, it involved a lot of words, and it was very direct when it came to assessing where we stood before God, and what is expected in a faithful relationship with God. It is a Service that does not lend itself well to abbreviation. There is adoration of God, thanksgiving and praise for what God has done, and very frank confession. There is an invitation to bind ourselves to our covenant God and to take the yoke of Christ upon us. When in the Covenant Prayer we pray: “I am no longer mine own, but thine,” and then seal that promise with Holy Communion, it can be a most sacred experience.

Much as I love the Service, I am realist enough and practical enough to recognize that every generation must discover its own means of entering into covenant with God. I do know this: Covenant is not optional. It is at the core of our faith. God, who is the source of Life and the author of Love, expects that we receive these gifts with humble gratitude, and use them for the benefit of humanity and the Glory of God. God, who has sent Jesus Christ among us, expects us to be his disciples and  to learn and practice his ways. God, who has written the divine covenant upon our hearts, expects that we will conduct our lives with justice and mercy, and with honesty and fairness, and with love, grace and peace.

How then do we set a context for entering into covenant with God? While the details may vary from place to place, and from generation to generation, there are some essential elements: faithful and regular corporate worship, attention to daily prayer and devotional reading, systematic reading and study of scripture, loving acts of justice and mercy, caring and service. Further, it is also essential that we make every effort to avoid wrongdoing, gossip, judgementalism, unforgiveness, retaliation, and the like. In sum, the context for covenant is created by ordering our lives after the example of Christ. That, combined with maintaining a teachable spirit, and a joy of life, is a transforming environment in which God will be pleased to dwell.


Now, I am aware of the risk that all of this may feel a little heavy. However, given the significance of the issues involved, that may be hard to avoid. But the same John Wesley who urged people to renew their Covenant with God also reminded them that “Sour Godliness is the devil’s religion.” So, as we prepare to enter this new Year of our Lord 2007, let us resolve, for the sheer joy of faithfulness, to join ourselves to Christ and become partakers in his gracious covenant.

 

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LOOKING AHEAD TO CHRISTMAS

Published November 11, 2006

It was early October and I had to make a trip to a nearby “big box” to get a repair kit for the house. I wasn’t prepared for what would greet me: a huge display of holiday decorations and lights! Not Halloween, not Thanksgiving, but Christmas! Christmas! Before Columbus Day! I must confess that I am not proud of my response to the store’s friendly greeter.

I know where my reaction came from. In my childhood home Christmas was the nine days from Christmas Eve to New Year’s Day. Our tree went up on the 1st day and came down on the 9th day, year after year. The day after Thanksgiving we did go downtown on the bus to watch Santa arrive by train. A special treat was the uncovering of the Christmas window displays at the Wolf and Dessauer Store, and seeing their model trains set up in the toy department. It was a magical time, that was culminated when I emerged from my bedroom on Christmas morning to see for the first time the tree that my parents had decorated after I had gone to bed. I know that these memories date me - seriously!

I have stewed over this ever since, trying to understand my reaction, the traditions I inherited, and, most importantly, where it all fits into the Christmas Story. And, frankly, I am surprised where it has all come out for me. In those days we were emerging from the deprivations of the “great depression” and World War Two - we lived modest lives. The Christianity where I grew up had a Puritan quality to it - the Puritans of Mayflower fame who did not even celebrate Christmas. It was a very different world. I’m not all together certain that it was a better world.

What exactly does looking ahead to Christmas really mean any way? I remember enough from my MBA studies to know that orders for Christmas holiday decorations are placed early in the year. Is it irreverent to observe that that’s about how long Mary and Joseph had to look ahead? I wasn’t prepared for that little connection. And, Isaiah wrote “For unto us a child is born” some 700 years before Jesus was born, and nearly 2,000 years before Handel composed the score for Messiah. Talk about looking ahead to Christmas!

Sure, when the “big box” looks ahead to Christmas, it isn’t about a Messiah, it’s about a bottom line. But maybe we might just have something to learn from their planning. Now, I am not suggesting that we put our Christmas decorations up in October [although they might be preferable to some of the Halloween decorations I have seen], or that we have our Christmas shopping done by Thanksgiving.

This looking ahead to Christmas has a different dimension. What I am talking about is recognizing that the Spirit Who comes at Pentecost is the same Spirit Who comes upon Mary before the birth. It is understanding that the blessedness of which Jesus speaks in the Sermon on the Mount is the same that Mary receives in giving herself to God’s intention. It is in realizing that the peace that Jesus desires for Jerusalem is the same peace that the angels sing of to the shepherds; and it is seeing in the resurrection story the birth of new life. The stories and parables of Jesus have come from the God who spoke creation into being. We look ahead to Christmas by discovering that the good news of the gospel leads to Christmas, and is embodied in Christmas, and emerges from Christmas. It is one story with many parts of it interwoven - the story of God’s love - a story that is told over and over again - a story that is anticipated from the very beginning. If we don’t start to look ahead to Christmas soon enough, we may well miss it’s power!

So plan ahead, a long time ahead! Christmas is the breaking forth of a heavenly light that, with the very Presence of Christ, transforms the world with Love and Grace. It’s never too early to be looking ahead to Christmas!

 

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IN SUCH FAITH THERE IS HEALING

Published October 11, 2006

Our Chorale has begun rehearsing for our next concert. We will again be presenting Messiah by George Friederich Handel. It is a powerful oratorio, rooted in scripture, revealing great truths to all who would plumb its depths. To hear the music, and the text it conveys, is a revelation. To sing it is a challenge and a privilege, perhaps at times even a mystical experience.

As with anything familiar there is a risk of falling into a routine, unexamined approach to the singing. Fortunately, our Music Director won’t let us get away with that. Rehearsal is thorough and proper singing and interpretation is demanded. One evening we were working on three choruses rooted in Isaiah 53:4-6. The text speaks of the redemption accomplished by the sacrifice of the Messiah, who bore our griefs and carried our sorrows. It is hauntingly beautiful, and at the core of Christian theology.

As we prepared to rehearse the Chorus: “And with his stripes we are healed.” our Music Director paused and said. “I have been thinking that in the past we have been too heavy with this chorus. For this concert we will be singing this chorus ‘legato,’ in a smoother, softer, more connected manner.” For me, his musical insight was a theological revelation.

Often, when we think of the redemptive sacrifice of Jesus on the cross, it is a heavy reality, hard to digest and dark with foreboding. Suddenly, with this new musical insight, I saw something I had missed. This man Jesus, ‘despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief,’ was willing to receive the worse that humanity had to offer, so that we might have life. It is a story that is told in the light of the resurrection, in a voice filled with awe and wonder for what Jesus has done. And it is a story that can help one deal with life’s tragedies.

As I write this, there have been four shootings in American schools in the past week. In one, a deranged man systematically killed five Amish girls in their one room school house. In a country awash with guns and increasingly comfortable with revenge, the response of the Amish has been humbling. One of the girls, Marian Fisher, just 13 years old, asked to be shot first, in the hope that the killer would let the younger girls go free. Marian’s family invited the widow of the gunman to the girl’s funeral in the hope that it would mean healing, and then the Amish attended the killer’s funeral to share that family’s grief. And when aid began to pour in, the Amish insisted that it be shared with widow’s family.

Boston Globe columnist Jeff Jacoby opined in response: “I cannot see how the world is made a better place by assuring someone who would do terrible things to others that he will be readily forgiven afterward.” He continued: “I wish them well, but I would not want to be like them, reacting to terrible crimes with dispassion and absolution.” He quotes the Psalmist: “Let those who love the Lord hate evil.”

What Jacoby misses, I think, is that the Amish have chosen a different way by internalizing the story of what Jesus has done. They take at face value the admonition of Jesus: “Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, so that you may be children of your Father who is in heaven.” [Mt 6:44-45] They understand the counsel of Paul: “Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God; for it is written, ‘Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.’” [Romans 12:19] Most of all they know that the Lord “heals the brokenhearted, and binds up their wounds.” [Psalm 147:3]

In the face of horrific evil a people has resolved to continue in their faith, and in so doing they have personified again the living reality of Christ. Because they are assured that they have been healed by Christ, they do not lose heart. They are able to affirm: “Though our outer nature is wasting away, our inner nature is being renewed every day. For this slight momentary affliction is preparing us for an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, because we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen; for the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.” [2 Cor 4:17-18] In such faith there is healing, and because of their humbling witness the world is a better place!

 

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A PLACE OF HOPE

Published September 12, 2006

One of our speakers at Pastor’s Assembly this year was the Reverend Clorinda Hernandez, Pastor of the La Iglesia de Cristo in Las Flores in Nicaragua.  I first met her briefly in 1993 on my initial visit to Nicaragua. She serves a desperately poor community of peasants as pastor of a church and teacher in a school that she founded. As she shared with us her perspective on the connection between the US and Nicaragua, and how the Covenant between our church and hers has affected life in Nicaragua, there was for me a flood of memories from my two pilgrimages there.

I shall never forget an afternoon in a Bario outside of Managua. Our delegation had walked through the rude little village with some of the mothers and their children. Befriended by tiny little Jessica I was led through a kind of raw poverty I had never seen before, while she and her mother and others proudly showed us their homes. As we were about to leave, Jessica’s mother asked me, “What do you think of this place?” By then Jessica had climbed into my arms. What could I say? The homes were tiny, made of cardboard and scraps of wood and corrugated metal. Electricity was dangerously pirated from nearby power lines. Sewage ran in the streets. It broke my heart. What could I dare to say?

I my broken Spanish I said simply: “Yo veo una lugar de esperanza.” “I see a place of hope.” And I spoke of the signs of hope I saw. Jessica’s mother smiled and replied simply, “Gracias.” “Thank you.”

Nicaragua was then and is still a desperately poor country. Only Haiti is poorer in the western hemisphere. The unemployment rate hovers above 60%. The effects of the US sponsored Contra military operation continue to haunt the country. Education and health care is declining in quality. Politicians are corrupt. The environmental effects of poorly regulated international corporations will last for generations. Of the situation, our preacher for the Assembly, the Reverend Michael Clark, said, “It is not sad that they are poor. It is criminal what we did to them!”

It was near the end of the Pastor’s Assembly when Clorinda was asked, “Do you see any signs of hope?” After a long pause, she said, “Nuestro solamente esperanza is en El Senor.” “Our only hope is in the Lord.” Echoing the Psalmist , she reminded us that, “Our help is in the name of the Lord, who made the heavens and the earth.” [124:9] and, “The needy shall not always be forgotten, and the hope of the poor shall not perish forever.” [9:18]

From time to time I am chastened by people who ask me, “Why are you so concerned about the poor of Nicaragua? We have needy people right here in our own community.” It’s a fair question. I can only speak for myself, but I would observe that too often, at home in our own communities, we get so busy with our own lives and our own routines, that we miss the needs next door. I was a better pastor, and I was more aware of needs at home after I saw the raw poverty of Nicaragua. And the disconcerting truth is that while we have resources enough to respond to both, sometimes we respond to neither. As a region New England ranks dead last in the US in the per capita amount given to charity. Besides that, John Wesley set the standard for our response when he said: “The world is my parish.”

I am often asked, “Why do you go to Nicaragua?” I suppose at first it was a challenge. In time I began to realize that I went because I had so much to learn. I journaled extensively on my last visit in the year 2000. Let me share what I wrote after a tour of the church run school at Maranatha.

“After our tour, we sat and talked with each other and the Director. We watched the children play. Smiles and laughter are welcome here! They will go back to their homes - small places touched by the ministry of the Church and dedicated people - on one level the poverty is evident - on another level I sense a richness that words fail to describe. Who are the rich? Who are the poor? The answer, I am learning again, depends on what standard is used to measure. Peter said to the lame man, ‘Gold and silver have I none, but in the name of Jesus, rise up and walk.’ The journey of hope begins with a single step. For many here the pilgrimage has begun. I wonder - is it time for us in the churches of the north to learn to walk again?”

Elsewhere in my journal that year I wrote: “Does our wealth make us poor in other ways? As one poet has put it, ‘rich in things and poor in soul? When our lives are summed up, surely it is of more value to have touched the heart of a child or someone in need than to have accumulated all that which our culture says we should have.” Clorinda is right: “Our only hope is in the Lord.” I go to Nicaragua to regain my perspective - to learn to walk again - to rediscover a place of hope. 

 

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OUTLAWS FOR CHRIST?

Published August 4, 2006 

Late last July, when I was asked to prepare my piece for this newsletter, the daily fare on the news was almost too painful to watch. War had broken out between Israel and Hezbollah and the conflict in Iraq was sliding toward civil war. In both cases civilian populations were suffering the most casualties. In this country record heat and violent storms were exacting a deadly toll. I shudder to think what else will have occurred by the time you read this.

Tucked in a little corner of the media, easy to miss, was this small headline: “Feeding Homeless Outlawed.” It seems that the Las Vegas City Council has passed an ordinance that bans providing food or meals to the indigent [homeless] for free or a nominal fee in parks. They are concerned that such activities may “attract the homeless and render the city facilities unusable by families.”

Ah, Las Vegas, Mecca for gambling, created in a desert by the same sort of folks who want to bring their little slice of Americana to Rhode Island, concerned that their parks might somehow be sullied by the presence of homeless people receiving food.

I am able to relate to this issue. For the three years that I was a pastor in Providence; there was a constant tension between our church and the developers who wanted to revitalize the core city. They complained that people waiting on a sidewalk to enter a church for a meal made the city look bad.

Actually, they are right. It does make the city look bad. In fact, it makes the nation look bad. The ugly truth, that no one wants to be reminded of, is that across America there are people without homes who need to eat, and there are people with jobs who can’t afford homes or food, and with them their children are caught in the same trap. Now, Las Vegas wants to get the problem out of public view [to be fair, Orlando has recently passed a similar ordinance]. A Mecca with bright lights, promising instant wealth, or less to the unwary, has a dark and dirty little secret.

Over the years of my ministry I was frequently admonished, “You can’t legislate morality!” While there is a bit of truth to that, I would also observe that not every vote of the people or their representatives is moral. History is filled with the consequences of legal votes that were of questionable morality. The constitutional permission of slavery and the denial of vote to women comes to mind.

Back to Las Vegas [and Orlando] and the homeless: listen to what the Prophet Isaiah says:

“Is not this the fast that I choose: to loose the bonds of injustice, to undo the thongs of the yoke, to let the oppressed go free, and to break every yoke?  Is it not to share your bread with the hungry, and bring the homeless poor into your house; when you see the naked, to cover them, and not to hide yourself from your own kin?  Then your light shall break forth like the dawn, and your healing shall spring up quickly; your vindicator shall go before you, the glory of the Lord shall be your rear guard. If you offer your food to the hungry and satisfy the needs of the afflicted, then your light shall rise in the darkness and your gloom be like the noonday.” [Isaiah 58:6-8,10] Isaiah has a very different concept of raising light in the darkness than does the Las Vegas City Council: No injustice, feed the hungry, welcome the homeless, satisfy the needs of the afflicted.

It remains to be seen whether the Las Vegas ordinance will be judged constitutional. For a person of faith that’s not the issue. We are measured in our relationship with Jesus, and if we wish to be  blessed by God and inherit the kingdom prepared  from the foundation of the world, it will involve giving food to the hungry, giving something to drink to the thirsty, welcoming the stranger, clothing the naked, taking care of the sick, and visiting those who are in prison. I would be very surprised if Jesus, in his expectation of our righteousness towards the least and the lost, would have excluded the homeless from our ministry.

William Sloan Coffin has reminded us: “We all belong one to another. That’s the way God made us. Christ died to keep us that way. Our sin is only and always that we put asunder what God has joined together.” We are called to reach out in the name of Christ in oneness to those in need, whether it be as outlaws for Christ in a park in the glittering city of Las Vegas, or wherever else Jesus happens to call us.

 

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FRIENDS AND FRIENDSHIP

Published June 18, 2006

Over the last few weeks I’ve been thinking a lot about friendship. I am recently back from Indiana where I attended my 50th High School Class Reunion, and I have just attended the Annual Conference Session for the first time in four years. On each occasion I have had the privilege of meeting old friends and making new ones. It has been a wonderful experience!

The root of the word ‘friend’ is a verb meaning ‘to love,’ and ‘friend’ is defined as “One attached to another by esteem, respect, and affection; an intimate.” What fun it was to rekindle old friendships! With some it was like picking up a conversation that was interrupted years ago. With others it was discovering that in the intervening absence we had grown more alike. With many it was catching up on each other’s lives. There is never enough time when you are with friends.

As one grows older it is tempting to internalize Isaac Watts’ words, “Time like an ever-flowing stream bears all its sons away; they fly forgotten as a dream dies at the break of day.” I’ve never liked that phrase. I don’t forget my friends. They may be gone from life or moved to new lives that don’t include me, but I don’t forget them. I prefer Bernie Siegel’s insight: “The only way to make sure you never outlive all the people you love is to find new people to love.” That works for friends too. “Make new friends and keep the old; one is silver and the other gold.”

In the Gospel of John [15:12-15], as Jesus begins to prepare his disciples for a new and deeper relationship to him and with each other, he says: “This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. No one has greater love than this, to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. You are my friends if you do what I command you. I do not call you servants any longer, because the servant does not know what the master is doing; but I have called you friends, because I have made known to you everything that I have heard from my Father.” The implication is intimacy, rooted in love. As William Barclay puts it: “It means that no longer do we need to gaze longingly at God from afar off; we are not like slaves who have no right whatever to enter into the presence of the master. Jesus gave us this intimacy with God, so that he is no longer a distant stranger, but our close friend.”

This truth is echoed in James G. Small’s hymn text based on the Song of Solomon 5:16:

“I’ve found a Friend, O such a friend! He loved me ere I knew Him;He drew me with the cords of love, and thus He bound me to Him;And round my heart still closely twine those ties which naught can sever,For I am His, and He is mine, forever and forever.”


The power of friendship is rooted in the love of God, seen in Jesus Christ. When Paul was teaching the Romans about the marks of a true Christian, he wrote: “Let love be genuine; hate what is evil, hold fast to what is good; love one another with mutual affection.” That’s what friends are for each other.

There is a “Dismissal with Blessing” at the close of our Service for Christian Marriage which in reality is intended for a larger purpose. It is an admonition to all who have experienced the love and grace of God to share what they have received: “Bear witness to the love of God in this world, so that those to whom love is a stranger will find in you generous friends.” How rich we are when we bless others with our friendship! In truth it binds us to one another with ties that endure, and we become one in Christ.

 “A faithful friend is a sure shelter. Whoever finds one has a rare treasure.” Ecclesiasticus 6:14

 

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BEWARE OF UNEXAMINED TRUTH

Published May 16, 2006 

Just before I went off to Seminary I had a ‘heart-to-heart’ talk with a beloved Sunday School teacher. We sat, as we often had, on the edge of the stage in the Fellowship Hall, talking - reminiscing as well as thinking about the future. One thing she said has stuck with me: “Don’t let them ruin you, Richard.”

Hers was a simple, uncomplicated faith, rooted in scripture, and nourished by music. She knew what she believed, what was true, where ‘to draw the lines.’ But what I remember about her faith is not the words, the rules and doctrines. What I remember is a relationship with a person for whom God was real, for whom Jesus was Lord, who had a good sense of a gracious Spirit, and who cared about a young boy growing up in the church she loved.

I’ve been thinking about her because lately I have been struggling with issues of truth. I’ve  watched people in high places tell lie after lie, thinking that if you tell a lie loud enough and long enough it will become true. I’ve listened to religious people of all stripes beat people over the head with their version of truth, oblivious of the possibility that God might actually speak to someone else. And I’ve studied enough history and scripture to realize that  words on paper are not as reliable as I would like them to be. It has all taught me to beware of unexamined truth.

My problem with so much that masquerades as ‘truth’ today is that it is shrill, unloving, and divisive. Hardened in dogmas and tainted by a lust for power, it seems destined to become a new inquisition. But the thing that worries me the most about it is that lacks the integrity or the humility to acknowledge that it doesn’t, and can’t,  have the whole truth.

We worship a God who is greater than our words can even begin to describe. We are disciples of One whose authority was more rooted in relationship and discipleship than in words. We are gathered in community by a Spirit who needs not words to convey a sacred Presence. Those who try to tell us otherwise will ‘ruin us.’

Most of what Jesus has to say about truth is recorded in the Gospel of John. Two of the most well known sayings are: “If you continue in my word, you are truly my disciples; and you will know the truth, and the truth will make you free.” [John 8:31-32] And,  “I am the way, and the truth, and the life.” [John 14:6] Truth isn’t defined, it is described as a way of life. As Jesus was beginning his ministry, John the Baptist sent two of his disciple to Jesus with a question: “Are you the one who is to come, or are we to wait for another?” Jesus gave this answer: “Go and tell John what you hear and see: the blind receive their sight, the lame walk, the lepers are cleansed, the deaf hear, the dead are raised, and the poor have good news brought to them. And blessed is anyone who takes no offense at me.” Truth, for Jesus, was not about doctrine and rules and saying the right words. It was about healing and hope and openness.

When it comes to truth, we are called to the discipline of discernment. Does what is called truth build up? Is it loving? Is it humble? Does it have integrity? Does it bear fruit that is faithful to Jesus? Will it stand the test of time? Truth that cannot or will not submit to the discipline of discernment is a false god!

Beware of unexamined truth! It has no authority save its own delusions. Listen instead to the wisdom of the early Church. They believed that truth is in Jesus, and is a way of life. The truth that would set them free came in this counsel: “You were taught to put away your former way of life, ... and to be renewed in the spirit of your minds, and to clothe yourselves with the new self, created according to the likeness of God in true righteousness and holiness.” [Ephesians 4:21-24] And their way of life was summed up in these words of The Apostle Paul: “Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your minds, so that you may discern what is the will of God - what is good and acceptable and perfect.”

 

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A PRESENCE NOT A MEMORY

Published April 18, 2006

One of the ongoing problems of the Church today is that we spend so much time looking backwards.

To have a history, even a holy history, is a mixed blessing. It does give us roots, but sometimes we get stuck in one place. It does give us an identity, but sometimes that leads us to ‘holier than thou’ attitudes. It does give us a vision, but sometimes we expect others to adapt to our ways. It does give us a hope for the future, but sometimes we begin to think that one size fits all. To have a history, even a holy history, is a mixed blessing.

Looking backwards at Easter is one of the most subtle traps of all. Of course, we must celebrate the triumph of the first Easter, and, if we didn’t sing Charles Wesley’s “Christ the Lord is Risen Today” I know that I at least would come away empty. But if Easter is only a set of religious traditions looking back to a wonderful historical event, we miss something very important.

What gave Easter such power long ago was that Jesus kept showing up in people’s lives: along the road to Emmaus [Luke 24:13-35], in their homes [John 20:19-29], by the lakeside [John 21:1-14], in the Spirit at Pentecost [Acts 2], along the road to Damascus [Act 9:1-22]. Jesus continued as a living presence that transformed a group of terrified disciples and followers into a movement that turned the world upside down.

William Sloan Coffin captured that truth when he wrote: “I believe passionately in the resurrection of Jesus Christ, because in my own life I have experienced Christ not as a memory, but as a presence.” So on Easter we gather not , as it were, to close the show with the tune ‘Thanks for the Memory,’ but rather to open the show with the hymn ‘Jesus Christ Is Risen Today.’”

Easter is not a memory, Easter has just begun! And Easter begins anew every time we experience Jesus, not as a person from the past, but as a living presence whose words ring true and whose vision empowers.

We see that living presence when Roman Catholic Bishops promise to minister to poor immigrants no matter what out-of-control Washington politicians decide to call them.  We see that living presence when children of our own congregation have the vision to challenge adults to provide life saving surgery for a Muslim girl in a Jewish hospital.  We see that living presence when people pray and worship and search the scriptures for guidance for their lives.


Jesus promised: “You will receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.” [Acts 1:8] The Apostle Paul wrote: “I am not ashamed of the gospel; it is the power of God for salvation to everyone who has faith. For in it the righteousness of God is revealed through faith for faith; as it is written, ‘The one who is righteous will live by faith.’” [Romans 1:16-17]  It is in this power that Easter claims its true significance, giving us roots, identity, vision and hope that will endure.

Dietrich Bonhoeffer wrote from prison, not long before his martyrdom: “To live in the light of the resurrection - that is what Easter means.” His words carry for us an invitation: Don’t look backwards to an Easter past and sing “Thanks for the memories.” Look forward from Easter, singing “Christ the Lord is risen today!” and live daily in the power of the Holy Spirit. Easter has just begun! Thanks be to God! Amen!

 

 

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GOOD FRIDAY 2006

Published March 14, 2006

My first memories of Good Friday are not from church. They are from what happened in Fort Wayne, Indiana in the 1940's. By the time we arrived by bus in the city, the busy streets were emptying. The stores would be dark and closed from Noon to 3pm. Instead of shopping, people would be in the Catholic Cathedral, the large Lutheran Church or the Emboyd Theatre. We went to the Emboyd for the Protestant Service of “The Seven Last Words of Christ.” There, in the area’s most ornate of entertainment spaces, now transformed to a place of worship, we sat in quiet reverence and relived through word and music the passion of Christ. The experience went to the core of me and has never left.

Good Friday always forces me inward. In it we see religion at its worst and faithfulness at its best. In it we see raw emotion at its most extreme. In it is mingled brutal cruelty with gentle and forgiving Love. I’ve wrestled with the words from the cross and they have taught me much. I’ve struggled with and rejected the anti-Semitism that has infected some. I’ve tried to come to grips with the theological implications of all that happened that day. Sometimes words aren’t enough. I need music.

The Hymns that have nurtured me: “Were You There?” - “Go to Dark Gethsemane” - “O Sacred Head Now Wounded” - “Beneath the Cross of Jesus” - “In the Cross of Christ I Glory” - “What Wondrous Love Is This?” Each has revealed to me a subtle dimension of Good Friday.

 I am still learning. This year it is from the music and text of the St. John Passion by Johan Sebastian Bach. An enduring treasure, the work tells the agonizing story of the passion of Christ. Written to be sung on Good Friday, it’s purpose is to tell the story of the Passion of Christ and teach its meaning. Near the end of the work there is a haunting and moving chorus that has shown me a new dimension of Good Friday.

The text [in translation from the German]: “Rest well, Oh Savior, may thy sleep be blessed, that I no more may be distressed. Rest here in peace, and lead thou me in peace to dwell.” “The grave was forced to set Thee free, and so it holds no fear for me, and opens Heaven’s gate, and ends the threat of Hell.” Bach has set the text to the music of a lullaby! Think of Michelangelo’s “Pieta” and Mary holding her Son and singing Him to Heaven and back. A lullaby on Good Friday! So great a truth! A heart of Love will ultimately and always overcome an act of evil!

Sometimes in the rawest of human experience what is required of us is a song of peace and a vigil of love. Sometimes we are called upon to bear witness to the love of God in this world, so that those to whom love is a stranger will find in us generous friends. Sometimes the singing of a simple and understanding lullaby will take a worn and weary child of God to the very gate of heaven.

           Dietrich Bonhoeffer once wrote: “The cross is the only power in the world which proves that suffering love can avenge and vanquish evil.” It is that truth which makes this Friday Good. When evil seems to reign, when the principalities and powers seem to control our destinies, when death is at our side, we need not be afraid. We have been invited to share in the work of Christ. We have a song to sing and it is the song of Love, born of The One who embodied Love in life and death and beyond.

            Someone has written of Jesus and our response to his Love:

            “He came singing love,

He lived singing love,

He died singing love.

He rose in silence.

If the song is to continue,

We must do the singing!”

 

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QUESTIONS AT LENT

Published February 2006

For all their power and beauty, the words stuck in my craw.
“When Thou in prison took Thy place.
T’was freedom that Thou gave us;
Thy dungeon is the throne of grace,
The refuge that will save us.
All men forever chained would be,
Hadst Thou not died to make men free.”
 

This haunting text from Bach’s St. John Passion captures a core of Christian devotion, and raises for me a host of troubling questions.

“He died to take away our sins.” Lent forces us to come to terms with affirmations such as this. How can it be possible that in one man all humanity can be forever delivered from its sin and disobedience? And why does it take a death to accomplish it? Anyone who has an easy answer isn’t paying attention. We have to come to terms with the death of Jesus before we celebrate the risen Christ.

I am not comfortable with the assertion that, from the beginning, God destined Jesus to die so that we might see the power of Love. While I accept that my comfort is not the point of the Christian Faith, there’s something that just doesn’t track for me. That God would appoint hardship, misery and death to show Love seems out of character. It seems more likely that, in spite of the hardship, misery and death caused by human sin, God finds a way to give witness to eternal Love. If that were not so, we would live lives of desperation. Yet, the questions remain.

Lent, beginning as it does with the ashes of our mortality after the Mardi Gras, and ending as it must with a graveside vigil before the Easter dawn, is a good time to ask our questions: “Who is God anyway?” And, “Who am I?” “Why is there evil?” “What is the meaning of life?” “What does the Lord require of me?” “What must I do to inherit eternal life?” Those who are afraid to ask questions of their faith will never gain the strength to live their faith.

In his moving and penetrating book Night, Elie Wiesel recalls a conversation with Moishe the Beadle: “He explained to me, with great emphasis that every question possessed a power that was lost in the answer ... Man comes closer to God through the questions he asks Him. He liked to say: Therein lies the true dialogue. Man asks and God replies” Said Moishe, “I pray to the God within me for the strength to ask Him the real questions.”


Our questions shape us. Without them we are nothing. They empower us and point us, in time, to insights we cannot gain without them.

For Lent I will again be studying Pastor Dietrich Bonhoeffer’s book The Cost of Discipleship. I will have to buy a third copy because my first two are dog-eared and falling apart. In the Memoir of one of my copies is Bonhoeffer’s haunting poem “Who Am I?” It was written in and smuggled out of a Nazi prison not long before Bonhoeffer is hanged for treason. He struggles with his identity and his doubts - what it means to have confronted evil, and having to be ready to say farewell to life. It is a poem of questions. Though his questions seem to taunt him, he finds himself coming closer to God. The closing lines speak to us of what will come of all our faithful questions.

“Who am I? They mock me, these lonely questions of mine.
Whoever I am, Thou knowest, O God, I am Thine!”
 

 

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PLAIN TALK ON WEALTH AND POVERTY

It is a hopeful sign that Time Magazine has used a Biblical image to characterize its latest persons of the year - “Good Samaritans.” In naming Bill and Melinda Gates and Bono, Time editorialized their reasons: “For being shrewd about being good, for rewiring politics and re-engineering justice, for making mercy strategic and then daring the rest of us to follow.” They were cited for being catalysts, and the editors observed: “This is not about pity. It’s more about passion. Pity sees suffering and wants to ease the pain; passion sees injustice and wants to settle the score. Pity implores the powerful to pay attention; passion warns them about what will happen if they don’t. The risk of pity is that it kills with kindness; the promise of passion is that it builds on the hope that the poor are fully capable of helping themselves if given the chance.” And then, in a biting challenge: “In 2005 the world’s poor needed no more condolences; they needed people to get interested, get mad and then get to work.”

Amen! As Amos put it: “But let justice roll down like waters, and righteousness like an ever-flowing stream.”

Henry Ward Beecher once said “Wealth is like manure, if you heap it up all in one place, you can hardly stand it; but if you spread it out evenly over the earth, it may do some good.” Jesus said: “From everyone to whom much has been given, much will be required; and from the one to whom much has been entrusted, even more will be demanded.”

In his book “God’s Politics - Why the Right Gets It Wrong and the Left Doesn’t Get It,” Jim Wallis says: “Budgets are moral documents. They clearly reveal the priorities of a family, a church, an organization, a city, or a nation.” If you want to know what your priorities are, look at your checkbook entries.

In the Time Magazine article there is a sobering quote: “The man who dies rich dies disgraced.” [Andrew Carnegie] I am grateful that, for once, philanthropists, even very wealthy ones, are celebrated as persons of the year. Now more than ever we need people to get interested, get mad and then get to work.  Not only is it a disgrace, it is immoral that national fiscal policy cuts taxes for the richest of the rich, while reducing programs for the poorest of the poor. Not only is it a disgrace, it is immoral that the average age of a homeless person in Chicago is nine years!  Not only is it a disgrace, it is immoral that childhood poverty is increasing in Rhode Island, while the state is giving tax breaks so that wealthy executives will relocate here. It is the same Isaiah who wrote “The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light ... for unto you a child is born,” [9:2,6 - NRSV] who also wrote, “Doom to you who legislate evil, who make laws that make victims - laws that make misery for the poor, that rob my destitute people of dignity; exploiting the defenseless widows, taking advantage of homeless children.” [10:1-2 - Peterson] It is the same Lord Jesus who said. “You always have the poor with you.” [John 12:8] who also said, “How hard it is for those who have wealth to enter the kingdom of God!” [Luke 18:24]

In his parable of the rich fool Jesus had a strong warning for those “... who store up treasures for themselves but are not rich toward God.” [Luke 12:16-21] And the story of “The Rich Man and Lazarus” [Luke 16:19-31] is truly frightening in its implications.

The definition of the word ‘philanthropy’ itself is quite specific: philos - loving + anthropos - man; that is, ‘love for human kind; good will to all.’ Talk about biblical images! Under US Tax Code Philanthropic organizations are required expend 5% of their endowment each year for the purpose of their organization.  I’d like to think that people of faith are capable of at least that much to reach out to those whom our Lord has commanded us to serve! How we share the life and the wealth that has been given to us is, after all is said and done, our response to Jesus’ command to give food to the hungry and something to drink to the thirsty, to welcome the stranger and give clothing to the naked, to take care of the sick and visit those in prison.

“The one who dies rich dies disgraced.” Let us not store up treasures for ourselves but rather let us become rich toward God.

        

 

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CHRISTMAS HAS JUST BEGUN

Of all the falsehoods of modern commercialism, one of the worst is that the Christmas season ends on Christmas Day.  In the church calendar, Christmas Day is the beginning of a season of Christmas. With the birth of  The Christ, a culmination and fulfillment of ancient hope, we have received a sign, and a design, for recognizing God who chooses to be present in our midst.  Then, from that a Season of Epiphany builds on the birth of Christ as the Light of the World - a Light that shines in the darkness.

It is time for the Church and faithful people to reclaim the proper significance of Christmas Day as a beginning place for faith.  God has used the commonplace to author a miracle.  God has taken ancient rituals and given new life to them.  And, as that new life grew in wisdom and strength, God used Him to proclaim the Gospel. Liturgically, Christmas has often been seen as a “little Easter.” Each festival is a celebration of new life. It is not a day. It is a season.

Ironic isn't it?  Just at the time the commercialists are holding sales to get rid of the leftovers before they put the season away, God is inviting us to ponder anew what The Almighty can do, to discover how the Love of God enters our lives and continues to nurture and sustain us.

Christmas has just begun!  The power of that truth is at the core of the Christmas message. Babies, and the hope they offer in their birth, are meant for growing and maturing. The simple and common folk are drawn to the miracle that is birth. The joyous tidings of good will and peace on earth are a sorely needed angelic message and the foundation of a healthy attitude towards life.  The wise follow the Light and come to worship and offer their gifts, and thereby learn the power of  Mary’s song: The mercy of The Lord is upon all who are in awe of God - God Who scatters the proud in the imaginations of the hearts - God Who puts down the mighty from their thrones - God Who exalts those of low degree - God Who fills the hungry with good things - God Who sends the rich away empty.

The capacity to ponder what all this means is the beginning of our wisdom. In reality it is always too soon to refer to Christmas in the past tense.  God who comes to live in our neighborhood is with us in Christ, and God never abandons us.  Christmas has just begun and is always beginning in the hearts of those who welcome God into their lives.

 

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A NEW APPRECIATION OF CHRISTMAS

There are times when I think the world conspires against an appreciation of the Christmas story. There is so much noise, we are so busy, there are so many demands, the world is such a mess, even church schedules become impossible. In the midst of it I find myself longing to be in that place described by John Greenleaf Whittier: “O Sabbath rest by Galilee, O calm of hills above, where Jesus knelt to share with thee the silence of eternity, interpreted by love!” Maybe then we might just appreciate Christmas.

In his book “The Seven Storey Mountain,” Thomas Merton describes his conversion and the role the monastery played in his spiritual life. “The monastery is a school in which we learn from God how to be happy. Our happiness consists in sharing the happiness of God, the perfection of His unlimited freedom, the perfection of His love. What has to be healed in us is our true nature, made in the likeness of God. What we have to learn is love.” He goes on to describe how the contemplative life fosters that learning and healing. With the rush of commercialized Christmas I find myself drawn to a quieter, more contemplative Christmas.

Whoa! Time out! Reality check time!

Is that what we really want? Is it even possible? And, if we could, would it be faithful?

If we really look behind the first Christmas, it was not a particularly quiet time. Bethlehem was booked solid with tired, probably crabby  people. In Jerusalem Herod was becoming paranoid over a threat to his power. Add to that a childbirth, a risk filled experience in ancient times. “Love came down at Christmas, Love all lovely, Love divine,” but it was in the midst of a hubbub of noise, danger, and uncertain future. God didn’t wait for things to quiet down so people could appreciate the Gift of the Christ Child. God sent Jesus into the world as it was, and “... to all who received Him, who believed in His name, God gave power to become children of God.”

Sometimes we miss that truth.

We are heirs of that Gift of Love. We don’t have to become contemplatives to appreciate it. All we need to do is to realize that, while quiet times can help us to gain focus, the real power of Christmas is its ability to transform how we look at our world and how we will respond in faith to its needs.

I have a dear friend who works on the mean streets of Boston. We have been corresponding of late about how to be faithful to our calling in a world made more dangerous by poverty, desperation and violence. Recently she wrote to me: “The question then will be, will we obey [our calling]? Will we leave the warmth of the burning bush and march up to Pharaoh and demand that he let the children go?”

Amen! It’s OK to warm ourselves for a season in the glow of Christmas. But there comes a time when our appreciation of Christmas must turn into an active faith which seeks to transform a weary world. For me that is said best by the late Howard Thurman, Dean of Marsh Chapel at Boston University School of Theology.

 THE WORK OF CHRISTMAS  

When the song of the angels is stilled,

When the star in the sky is gone,

When the kings and princes are home,

When the shepherds are back with their flock

The work of Christmas begins:

To find the lost,

To heal the broken,

To feed the hungry,

To release the prisoner,

To rebuild the nations,

To bring peace among brothers (and sisters),

To make music in the heart.

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A TRIUMPH OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT

Early in October I had the privilege of welcoming "TheGarland5" as they completed their hike of the Appalachian Trail with an ascent to and return from the summit of Mt. Katahdin in Maine's Baxter State Park.

The day began early. We met them at their campsite at the Katahdin Stream Campground and were on the trail by 7:15am. The Hunt Trail is a long and steep climb of the highest mountain in the state of Maine, the northern terminus of the 2,174 mile Appalachian Trail that begins at Springer Mountain in Georgia. A 10.2 mile hike, the 5.2 miles to the summit ascends over 4,000 feet in elevation! Making for a very long day! They arrived at the summit at about 1:30pm, over 6 hours of climbing. [I was with them for half of the ascent.]

It had been foggy, humid, and unusually warm for October in Northern Maine. Just before they arrived at the summit the cloud cover broke and they had a glorious panorama with views of more than 100 miles in every direction, the hills ablaze with color. They stayed on the summit for an hour, savoring their accomplishment and enjoying the views.

Their descent took them into the night, but they were equipped with hiking lights. I waited with other 'thru hikers' who were camped for the night in preparation for their climb the next day. One friend, whom they had hiked with last year, even drove in with cheeseburgers for them to celebrate their achievement. There is an amazing camaraderie among the 'thru hikers' - they all have trail names - they are interested in and care about each other, and stay in touch with each other, on the trail and beyond.

We cheered as they came in, and celebrated what they have accomplished. How fitting it was that they arrived under the canopy of a star studded heaven, filled with a glory that is visible in few places like it is in the wilderness of northern Maine.

Craig, Michelle, Marina, Celia, and Alden did not come to this achievement easily. Displaced from home, work and school by a series of decisions that would embitter most, they chose to look forward to an endeavor that would challenge and bond their family in a place that would nurture and inspire them all. They packed away their possessions, began their planning and preparations, and mastered the maze of logistics that is required for such an undertaking. Even when Michelle was hospitalized in Virginia they did not give up. They just extended the hike into another year.

I am humbled by this triumph of the human spirit. My children and my grandchildren have become my teachers. They have shown me the practical meaning of having priorities. They have embodied for me the heart of family and community. They have demonstrated to me what it means to have goals and how to persevere and endure. They have created a lifetime of memories, not only for themselves, but for all of us who love them as well.

Edwin Bernbaum, Director of the Sacred Mountains Program of The Mountain Institute, has written: “Mountains help us to regain that sense of freshness and wonder possessed by a child. They awaken us to a deeper reality hidden in the world around us, even in cities, far from the sight of the peaks themselves. Moved by the mysterious power of this hidden reality, we recover the vision and delight of childhood, enhanced by the experience and understanding of age. Eyes bright and clear, hearts open and free, we stand once again at the beginning and source of all that is and all that may be.”

Amen! Witness a triumph of the human spirit. Celebrate with me "TheGarland5" - Craig - 'Foto' [trailname] - Michelle - 'Closeline' - Marina - 'Wolfsong' [age 15] - Celia - 'Sweet Potato' [13] - Alden - 'Zing' [11]. I am so very proud of them!

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THE INVISIBLE ASTERISK

Pastors Assembly this year managed to morph itself into a Revival Meeting. It could hardly miss with Tony Campolo, a well known evangelical preacher and social activist; plus Tyrone Gordon, a Dallas pastor and leader in the Black Church; as well as Marcia McFee, a gifted leader of worship who is professionally trained in theatre and dance. We sang and swayed and clapped, and many an “Amen!” and “Preach it!” was heard. More than once we were told, “Now, put your song books down, you’re going to need to put your hands together!”

Tyrone Gordon was our last speaker. He began, “I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve been moved by the Spirit to change my topic.” He realized that he was being called to speak about what it meant to engage in spiritual leadership, a response to our time of renewal together. In an aside he explained that people in his community understand that sometimes he is moved to do something other than what is printed in the bulletin. As he put it: “People know that there is an invisible asterisk beside everything in the bulletin.” * =  “This is subject to change.”

Someone has said: “Life is what happens to you when you are making other plans.” It’s like the whole of living has an invisible asterisk next to it. * =  “This is subject to change.” Our Doctor says, “I think I’d like to order another test.” The Weather Channel announces: “Hurricane Katrina is beginning to strengthen as it moves out into the Gulf.” Your daughter calls from school: “Mom, I’ve met someone.” The one constant in life is change, and it seems like we have so little control over it.

So how do we, as a community of faith, respond the changes of life? And, how do we  worship together in the face of tragedy and catastrophe? In the book of Revelation, where John is beginning to give account of the faithfulness of the churches, there is a recurring phrase: “Let anyone who has an ear, listen to what the Spirit is saying to the churches.” Just as within life itself, there is in our practice of faithfulness an invisible asterisk. * =  “This is subject to change.” We must not become so mired in traditions and plans that we cannot listen to what the Spirit is saying.

I love the ancient liturgies of the Church. I am nurtured by familiar scripture, creed  and song. They teach me, over and over again, and they center and deepen me. But so very often what seemed to be the right choice when it was planned, gives way to the moving of the Spirit in response to claims of life. One of the churches I served was within a half block of  a busy fire station. When the siren wailed and the insistent horns of the truck blared during our worship, there was no choice but to stop what we were doing. One Sunday I was moved to say: “Instead of being annoyed, let us pray for those whose need has called forth this response, and let us pray for those who are responding, that hope and healing may touch this emergency.” It was for our congregation a sacramental transformation.

Rabbi Zalmam Schachter-Shalomi, a teacher of Kabalah, a Jewish Mysticism, speaking of his core belief that prayer should be deeply felt, not just read, asserts that “The written material is freeze-dried spirituality.” There are multiple insights here. It has to be reconstituted to be nourishing. It takes some warmth to do that, and some water. And, if you don’t use it right away, it can lose its original goodness. If our worship is simply reading what is printed on the page in front of us, we run the danger of having a “freeze-dried spirituality.”


We rely on the great texts of our faith because they have risen out of the power of God to respond to every change of life. We know that, like life itself, our worship comes with an invisible asterisk,  * =  “This is subject to change.” Before the unforeseen circumstances of life there is always “a Word from the Lord.” But it might be a different word than the one we had planned, a more fitting Word from God’s storehouse of great words. I believe that the Spirit still speaks to the churches [and us], calling forth from them [and us] a deeply felt and faithful response to the whole of life, all of its changes included.. That’s what happened at Pentecost, and the Church was born. That can happen again and when it does, we all will be renewed and transformed

 

A MOST SURE VISION OF GOD

There is a little Chapel in South County where sometimes I have gone to worship with a friend. It is an intimate, somewhat formal setting for worship.  A beautiful stained glass window showers color throughout the Sanctuary.  An “Eternal Light Candle” suspended from the ceiling and two tall Altar Candles remind us of the Presence of God.  The rich symbolism on the  Paraments, the vestments, and the hand embroidered needlepoint kneelers tells the story of our Faith. The Chalice, centered on the Altar, makes clear why we gather there.

There are three very bright spotlights that flood the Chancel and the front wall of the Sanctuary with light.  One Sunday I noticed on the Chancel wall three shadows from each of the Altar candles, and I was startled by something I had never before witnessed. Although each candle was burning brightly, what fascinated me was that there was no shadow from either flame.  Amazing! I suppose there is a scientific explanation for the phenomenon. I don’t know. What struck me was that looking at the shadows of the Candles on the wall did not reveal their complete form nor their most powerful symbol.  It became for me a parable of our vision of God.

Too often we look for God in the pale reflections of human symbols. But, as beautiful and important as those symbols may be to us, they do not and cannot show the whole of Who and What God is.  We draw our conclusions about God from how other people speak of God. But, as eloquent and powerful and familiar those words and songs may be, they do not and cannot tell the whole story of how God is and will be in relationship to humanity and the created order. Our symbols and words and songs of God are but reflections on a wall. If we want a vision of God, we will have to look at the fire of God’s Presence. If we are content in faith to settle for pale reflections, then our vision of God will lose its capacity to redeem our daily lives.

The author of the Book of Hebrews reminds the faithful that, “... you have not come to what may be touched, a blazing fire, and darkness, and gloom, and a tempest, and the sound of a trumpet ... but you have come to the city of the living God...” As important as the traditional symbols of God’s Presence are, there is something more. There is set before us a vision of the city of the living God, a city which has the glory of God as its light, a community of faith and hope.

If we look only at the shadows of our own symbols of God, the presence of God will be obscured.  If we depend only upon our own light, we shall surely live in darkness.  There is one Light and the Name of that Light is Christ.  There is one God who will be whom God will be.  To know that is to come to the City of the Living God.  The most sure vision of God is revealed to those who look beyond light and shadows to see the fire of God’s Presence, and then, with their gratitude, offer to God their reverence and awe in worship, and set about to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with God.

 

DON’T FORGET WHO IS THE DIRECTOR

Lately I have been reflecting on ministry and the church - partly because I have been trying to sort out what God is calling me to be and do in this season of my life, and partly because I am troubled that church and religion seems to have become more at risk of becoming captive to narrow minded, unloving, almost strong armed agendas.

I must confess that I have a love/hate relationship with the church. I have seen the church in its glory: a sacred space where people are welcomed, nurtured and healed; where Word and Sacrament have inspired people and communities; and from which courageous faith has gone into the world to witness and work for justice and mercy.  I have also seen the church in its meanness: closed to ‘outsiders,’ rife with ‘turf battles,’ gossipy, with people resistive to the gospel, and sometimes even abusive.

God called people into ministry before they were called into churches. Jesus began with ministry not an institution: "The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he has anointed me to bring good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim release to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to let the oppressed go free, to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor." His two commissions were for ministries: “Go therefore and make disciples of all nations.” and  “You will receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.” The Church came later.

Sometimes I think that the organized, institutional church gets in the way of ministry.  I’ve thought that for a long time and often wondered why. Recently I found an insight in a most unusual place. One of the few programs that I watch regularly on TV is “Inside the Actor’s Studio” on the Bravo Channel. Host James Lipton was interviewing Russell Crowe. A student in the audience asked, “Mr. Crowe, what do you do when you don’t agree with your director? How far do you push?” He replied: “Well, we talk and I try to make my point. If the director doesn’t agree, I do it his way.” Responding to puzzled looks in the audience, he went on, teaching passionately: “It’s not your ‘gig,’ it’s the directors ‘gig.’ To pursue the disagreement would be to waste everyone’s time.” Then he said: “Look, it’s someone else’s story. We’re all the story tellers. That’s what we do!”

The church flounders when people forget Whose story it is, and Who is the Director. Yes, we have a story to tell to the nations, but it is God’s story of Good News in Jesus Christ. It’s not about ‘our church’ or ‘our denomination.’ It’s not about who has the authority or position of power. It’s about being witnesses for Jesus “in Jerusalem, in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.” It’s about loving “the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind, and with all your strength,” and loving “your neighbor as yourself.” And it’s about giving food to the hungry and something to drink to the thirsty, welcoming the stranger, clothing the naked, taking care of the sick, and visiting those who are in prison. We have to be “on message” if we are to be faithful and effective.


It is one thing to say that God is our Director, it is quite another thing to be able to discern if it is actually God Who is giving the directions and what is being required. I have heard it said: “The devil is in the details.” or was it, “God is in the details.” I forget which one it is. Hmmmm. Maybe that’s the problem. When we come to ‘the details,’ we get tangled up, confusing our role with God’s. When we make our set of details into law, it gets worse. When a church spends more time on what to believe and what you can’t, when a church worries more about who’s in and who’s not, when a church fights over who’s in charge and who isn’t, the church doesn’t have the time or energy for ministry.

I doubt seriously that the church will be seen as good news in the world if it forgets the ministry that called it into being in the first place. Jesus began his ministry by reading from the great scroll of Isaiah, and then embodied it by living out its call. It was [and is!] good news! And people flocked to him! It was [and is!] full of grace and love! And people thrived on it! God has authored a story full of grace and insight, and through Jesus Christ calls us to live it out in our own neighborhood. Where that happens you will find the church, a community of faith who knows and lives the story.  We’re all the story tellers. That’s what we do! Just don’t forget who is the Director!

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