"Everyone Needs Compassion"

3^rd Sunday after the Epiphany

January 29, 2016

Isaiah 9:1-4; Psalm 27; 1 Corinthians 1:10-18; Matthew 4:12-23

(Or watch here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M8MNPd8bgNo)

            This past week my husband took an extra-long time to take out the trash. When I realized he’d been gone a good fifteen minutes and the dog was at the back door ready to come back in, I put on my coat and went to go look for him. I found him about halfway between our house and the trashcans talking with a couple in the parking lot. It turned out this couple was homeless and had been for about two years. They put their items in a storage unit and have been living at the Colony Inn, there on Pulaski Highway. They share a room with their son, who is an addict and quite violent when he is drunk or high. Most nights they wait around the Royal Farms gas station for a while and slowly walk back, hoping he'll be passed out in the room by the time they get there. I first met them at the beginning of this month. The wife called because her husband had been in the hospital and in paying that bill, they didn’t have enough to pay the week’s hotel bill. The husband was back at work; his next check would come in five days. So I went over and paid maybe $100 to cover the balance. She said out of 30 churches she called, I was the only person who would help them. That night out in the parking lot was so cold, and already late, that my husband decided to just take them to another hotel to have a safe, warm place to rest for one night. When he learned that they hadn’t eaten since the day before, he told them to help themselves to the snack bar and charge it to the room, and to not forget the continental breakfast in the morning so that they could have a warm meal before they left. They were incredibly grateful.

            I don’t share this story to make me or my husband look good or for y’all to judge us or question what we did or even to make you feel bad. I share it as an example that everyone needs compassion. Everyone needs love. Everyone needs hope and grace and forgiveness. Everyone needs a God who can save, and that’s what we have to offer that is different than any other religion. Our God saves. Jesus came to save.

            Y’all know I like to read young adult fiction and in the past few months I’ve discovered a new author, Rick Riordan. He’s jokingly called the “storyteller of the gods” because his books involve various gods from ancient mythology. This includes Greek mythology with Zeus and Hera and all those guys, Egyptian mythology, with the sun-god Ra and Horus and Osiris, and a series I haven’t read yet with Norse mythology. And while I studied some of those mythologies in school, I never considered what those gods would be like as gods. They are not gods who save. They are not gods who redeem. They are gods who are petty and petulant and jealous and capricious and pick and choose who they will help. Our God is not like that. Our God is a God who saves. Our God is a God who redeems. Our God is a God who offers hope and compassion and forgiveness and grace and love to everyone.

            Not only does our God do that, but our God invites us to join him in his work of redemption and salvation and love and compassion and good news. That’s what we have going on here with the calling of the first disciples. Jesus isn’t just inviting Andrew and Peter and James and John to follow him for three years and then go back to their homes completely unchanged or unchallenged. Jesus is inviting them to join him in his work of saving the world. Jesus invites us, too. You know that when I pray over the offering I often say something to the effect of asking God to use it and us to further God’s work in the world. This is what it looks like. Offering grace. Offering opportunities for redemption. Offering peace and goodwill. Offering love. God works with us and through us to do all those things.

            Our Old Testament passage was one that should have sounded familiar because we just read it a few weeks ago on Christmas Eve. “The people walking in darkness have seen a great light.” That great light is Jesus Christ, and yet sometimes how that light is seen is through us. You know, “This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine…” That’s one way we join Jesus in his work of redemption and offering hope. Sometimes the only light people may see is that one that you shine on their lives. Sometimes the only love people feel is the love you show for them. Sometimes the only way people have hope is because you hold that hope for them. Everyone needs a Savior, and we know that that Savior, the only God who saves, is Jesus Christ.

            Now, if you’re wondering where I’m getting some of this, what’s been running through my mind for almost two weeks now is the contemporary Christian song called “Mighty to Save.” It came out of Hillsong Church, a Pentecostal megachurch in Sydney, Australia. Part of their ministry is a huge music ministry, including writing and recording many of their own songs, which have become well-known around the world. “Mighty to Save” came out in 2006, and was on the CD I listened to on my way to my Board of Ordained Ministry meeting last week. It begins by saying, “Everyone needs compassion, a love that’s never failing, let mercy fall on me. Everyone needs forgiveness, the kindness of a Savior, the hope of nations.” I’m going to play it for you and pray that some part of it may speak to you as it has spoken to me the past couple weeks. This is why we do what we do. This is why Jesus calls us and invites us to join him. It’s because everyone needs compassion, and love, and hope, and forgiveness, and grace. 

(Watch/listen to "Mighty to Save": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Lab0SHGXkA )

God Doesn’t Play Favorites

Baptism of the Lord

January 22, 2016

Acts 10:34-43; Matthew 3:13-17

Or watch here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jLcNjvoinwo

            When I was little, my Grandpa had nicknames for all of us grandkids. I’m the second oldest grandchild, and so I don’t know that the tradition continued by the time the 17^th grandbaby was born, but it was there for at least the first ten of us or so. And, as the oldest granddaughter, my nickname was princess. Can I tell you how special this made me feel? Grandpa called me ‘princess.’ The only other nickname I can remember was for the next oldest granddaughter, who for a while he called ‘baby.’ Princess is way better. Yet somewhere around when the number of grandchildren hit the double digits, it was less and less common to hear our nicknames. You see, my grandparents didn’t want to play favorites. And what happens when your relatives play favorites? Your aunt goes to visit your one cousin way more than she ever visits you. Your grandparents financially help out a different family member but seem blind to your need. We were at a family reunion last weekend, which is why I was out, and it wasn’t too bad, other than that my family of four kept a low profile. It was my stepdad’s mom’s 90^th birthday, and if anyone other than my stepdad had been asked to make the arrangements, we wouldn’t have been included. But when his mom told him to invite the whole family, my stepdad included us stepkids as well. We went because it was important to him that we go, but not everyone was really glad that we were there. Exclusion and favoritism pit people against each other and that does not inspire us to love each other.

            We have another family reunion of sorts in our Gospel this morning. Today we’re celebrating Baptism of the Lord and Jesus is baptized by his cousin, John. John tries to exclude Jesus from baptism, saying no, I should be baptized by you. But Jesus answers him, “Allow me to be baptized now. This is necessary to fulfill what God requires.”[1] And John agrees and baptizes Jesus. We read this passage every January as we go through Jesus’ life and we take this Sunday as an opportunity to remember our baptisms, remember when we joined God’s family, whether we actually remember it or it’s more of an honorary remembering. In a bit, we’ll reaffirm our baptismal covenant, reminding ourselves and each other what was promised at our baptism. It’s a beautiful liturgy, remembering the covenant and how we’re all part of God’s family.

            Now, here’s the thing about God’s family. Sometimes some of the members play favorites, just like some of our relatives. However, God does not play favorites. God does not favor one gender or one country or one people over another. It’s kind of like that hymn we just sang, “This is my song, O God of all the nations...”[2] We are all God’s beloved and God loves all of us unconditionally and wants abundant life for all of us. Originally, a long time ago, yeah, God favored Israel. And the Old Testament is the story of the covenant between God and Israel. Then God sent Jesus, because he loves the whole world. And you better believe that God including people besides Israel was a big deal. That’s what at least half the book of Acts is about, and here in the middle we have today’s passage where Peter, the head apostle in the early Church, stands up and says, “I truly understand that God shows no partiality, but in every nation anyone who fears him and does what is right is acceptable to him.”[3] God does not show partiality, to Jew or non-Jew, to male or female, to slave or free. That’s from Galatians 3:28, actually, and a New Testament professor of mine who specialized in Paul believed that that summed up Paul’s whole Gospel. We are all one in Christ Jesus. In today’s categories we might say that God does not favor man or woman, American or not American, documented or undocumented. God loves all of us and invites all of us to be part of his family.

            One of the things I was complimented on in my Board of Ordained Ministry exam this past week was what they called my “expansive view of God’s kingdom.” It rather surprised me. United Methodist policy is an open table when we celebrate communion. We don’t put any restrictions on it like other denominations do. Catholics have to be Catholic and have recently gone to confession. In the Episcopal Church I grew up in the Book of Common Prayer says that only “Baptized Christians are invited.”[4] Other churches you must be a member of that particular church. But we say that God’s table is for everyone. Everyone is invited, everyone is welcome. And we always have enough for all. The other vision I think we are always striving for is the one from Revelation where John of Patmos says he sees people from every tribe, language, and nation worshiping God together.[5] And for me, that’s all of it: figuring out how to be church together. Figuring out how to worship together the same God who loves us all even though we are all different from each other.

We are all part of God’s family. God loves us all, equally. God doesn’t have favorites among us. There are disadvantages to that, because it’s always nice when you’re the favorite, right? You get more attention, get more gifts, you feel more special. However, your feeling special comes at the cost of someone else feeling less special, someone else getting less attention, someone else feeling left out. And that’s the advantage to God not playing favorites. God loves us all equally, that means everyone is offered love. It means everyone is included. It means everyone is welcome. It means not just that everyone is not just welcome, but everyone is greeted with open arms and a warm hug. Not everyone accepts the welcome, not everyone accepts God’s love, and that’s ok. The offer still stands. It’s not a limited time deal. “In every nation anyone who fears God and does what is right is acceptable to him.” May we also be found in that number. Amen.

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[1] Matthew 3:15

[2] “This Is My Song,” UMH 437

[3] Acts 10:34-35

[4] Or I might be wrong about this. When I went back to BCP to add the footnote before posting to my blog, I couldn’t find it. Can anyone familiar with it help me out?

[5] Revelation 7:9-10

The Trouble with Presents

Epiphany of the Lord

January 8, 2016

Matthew 2:1-12

(Or watch here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wjJu2gYbIIM)

            Did anyone have any trouble with Christmas presents this year, where the gift you gave was an absolute dud? Or where you found yourself looking at your loved one, wondering silently or out loud, why did you give me this? It happens sometimes, right? It’s the risk in giving gifts. Sometimes what we think is the perfect gift for someone isn’t received quite that way. Or sometimes what someone is so excited to give us, we aren’t quite so excited to receive. We learned this year at my house that, according to my mom, my daughter is just like I was when I was a kid and can’t keep a secret from mom. My mom and my husband put up a valiant effort. All I knew was that she had an idea of what to get me and you could get it at the mall. They managed to keep it a secret until about two days before Christmas, when my daughter accidentally spilled the beans. Or maybe the trouble is you don’t know what to get someone. I learned this year with my middle sister that donating to charity in her and her husband’s name was a perfectly acceptable gift. It never would have occurred to me, because it’s not something we’ve ever done for each other before. But when I was asking for ideas of what to get her and her husband, she mentioned it. So, that’s what we did. Other times, though, the problem is that you feel like the person already has everything they need and everything they want. What do you get the person who already has everything? It makes it that much harder, doesn’t it?

And what would you get a King?! I’m sure over in England young Prince George of Cambridge and Princess Charlotte received many nice baby gifts when they were born. Perhaps some monogrammed towels or something. But what do the wise men bring baby Jesus? The only thing remotely useful was the gold, because Mary and Joseph could use that to pay the innkeeper or perhaps to help pave the way for their trip to Egypt. But frankincense? Was it to mask the odor of the animals in the manger or something? And myrrh??? A spice used to embalm a dead body is not exactly an appropriate gift for a child. Maybe Wednesday Addams might appreciate it. The wise men bring gold, frankincense, and myrrh to give to Jesus. Why? Because they correspond to what are traditionally called the “offices” or the work of Jesus Christ. Gold because he is a King. Frankincense because he is a priest. And myrrh, which I’m hoping isn’t too much of a stretch here, goes with his office of being a prophet. John Wesley stressed the balance of preaching Christ in all his offices, and so we’re going to touch on each of the three this morning.

The first one is probably the easiest. We’re used to talking about Jesus as King. We even have Christ the King Sunday as the last Sunday of the church year, the Sunday before Advent begins. We’re used to King Jesus, a ruler, a sovereign, our Lord, the big guy upstairs who’s in charge. Jesus is the one who reigns forever, the eternal king. We know Jesus is royalty, we know we live in God’s kingdom. I’ve preached on that before. So, let’s move on.

Jesus is also a priest. In Hebrews it’s explained that Jesus is the great high priest, the one who intercedes for us before God. Historically, that was the role of the priest, or the pastor. The priest talked to God for the people and talked to the people on behalf of God. He was the intermediary, the go-between (and traditionally it was always a ‘he’). The Protestant Reformation changed some of that, with the idea that people could directly approach God and didn’t need a priest to intercede for them. You don’t have to tell me what you want to tell God; you can tell God directly yourself. And you can listen to God directly yourself. You don’t need a go-between, or a translator. You’re probably now wondering why I’m here and why you’re here and if I haven’t just talked myself out of a job. Or, rather, I’ve talked Jesus out of a job. Anyway, we believe that Jesus interceded with God on our behalf, and only because of Jesus do we dare approach the throne of grace with boldness. Jesus is why we have access to God. I’m here to remind you of that. Incense is still burned in some high church services. Has anyone ever been to one? Probably the worst was the baccalaureate mass when I graduated from college. I went to a Jesuit university and so it was a high Jesuit mass, where I was told the Catholics didn’t know what was going on, either. 

And when they brought in the incense in the thurible, they didn’t just gently swing it up the aisle. Oh no. They shook it over our heads on both sides of the aisle! They made sure we were thoroughly blessed and sanctified and ready for mass. And we know that Jesus sanctifies us and makes us holy.

Finally, Jesus as Prophet. Prophets are those who reveal God’s will, who enlighten our minds and teach us. Prophets speak the Word of God and teach the people. Yet, it is also dangerous to be a prophet. Jesus even says that prophets are rejected in their own hometown, just as Jesus was driven out of his home town of Nazareth. Prophets are often killed, martyred. People don’t always want to hear God’s will. They don’t always want to hear God’s Word. In some church services, and sometimes what we use for our opening prayer, is what’s called a Prayer of Illumination, praying to God to open our minds and our hearts that as the Scriptures are read and proclaimed we might hear with joy what God says to us today. We have to get ready to hear God’s Word. Can you imagine hearing it and not being ready? It’d probably be like being hit with a 2x4 or run over with a semi. Or else it would just make no sense at all. One reason we come to church is to hear and read God’s Word together, to prepare ourselves together to read it and to receive it. And if you’re not in a posture to receive, it can virtually impossible to receive anything, you know? You’re in the middle of your shower and someone hands you a birthday present. What are you going to do with that? You’re not in a position to receive it. You’re liable to yell at the person who’s trying to be nice and give you a present! That’s why prophets often get their heads chopped off. That’s why you need myrrh. Not many prophets reach old age. The words they speak are sometimes a little too harsh, a little too hard, calling for too much more than we’re willing to change or sacrifice. Even Jesus gets crucified. The myrrh given to the baby foreshadows the cross on Good Friday. The last verse of the hymn we just sang (“We Three Kings,” UMH 254) says Jesus is “King and God and sacrifice.” Sacrifice is the Prophet’s role as they are often asked to give up a lot to speak God’s Word. Even Jesus made the ultimate sacrifice, giving his life for us.

John Wesley said that we are to preach Christ in all his offices, Prophet, Priest, and King, and to balance them. Yet, we don’t have a Christ the Prophet Sunday, or a Christ the Priest Sunday. I don’t know, maybe that’s what Good Friday and Easter are all about, and they just get a different name. We all have our favorite ways to think of Jesus, whether it’s friend or brother or shepherd or king or on the cross, or risen. We all have our preferred images of Jesus, whether the picture up here on the wall, or surrounded by children, or with sheep, or the picture from Revelation of “behold, I stand at the door and knock.” This Epiphany, I pray that a new way is revealed to you, that you are able to look at Christ in a new light, in a new role. Perhaps as priest, perhaps as prophet. Bring in the balance you were missing. It’d be like if you only ever read one of the four Gospels; it’s time to read the other three. Branch out a little bit, stretch a little. It may be uncomfortable at first. You may be ready to crucify Jesus again, or me. Find a different image or idea of Jesus than the one you usually think of, and see what happens. We don’t get to shape Christ, and we don’t get only our favorite parts of him. We get the stories we don’t like as much, either. Maybe you’re a bacon lover and you hate that Jesus cast a whole herd of pigs off a cliff. Or maybe it’s something else Jesus does that you just don’t understand. Overturning tables in the temple. Telling us to give all we have. To turn the other cheek, when someone slaps us. To forgive those who wrong us. To not repay back evil for evil but to love our enemies. Jesus says a lot of hard things, there’s gotta be at least one that rubs you the wrong way. If you need help looking for it, give me a call. One of the books I inherited from my Grandpa when he retired as a pastor is called “The Hard Sayings of Jesus.” Sit in an uncomfortable space. Find Jesus there. Find grace there. Let something new be revealed. In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen.

Bad News Right after Christmas

1st Sunday after Christmas

January 1, 2017

Hebrews 2:10-18; Matthew 2:13-23

            The other day in the car, my daughter asked for the “true love” song. And I had to stop and think what on earth is the “true love” song? Are we talking about a love song? Are we talking about a song from a Disney movie? What did she mean? And then I stopped being awestruck and decided to be practical and think, we’ve only been listening to Christmas songs. We’ve only had Christmas carols on in the car and at church. We haven’t played any other songs. So, is there is a Christmas song with true love…? Aha. Did you figure out which song is the “true love” song? It was “The 12 Days of Christmas,” which we had just sung at home the night before. The 12 Days of Christmas are now most famous as a song about someone receiving lots of presents from their “true love.” However, I assume at least most of y’all are familiar with the Christian context for the 12 days of Christmas; it’s how long the Christmas season lasts in the church. Just as we go through four Sundays of Advent and 40 days of Lent, each season in the church has a certain amount of time that it lasts. And Christmastide is twelve days long, from Christmas Day, December 25^th, through January 5^th, which is also known as Twelfth Night. It ends then because January 6^th is when we celebrate Epiphany, or the coming of the wise men, which we will celebrate in church next Sunday. However, the Twelve Days have been celebrated in western Christianity since before the Middle Ages and were traditionally a time of celebration.

This year, I learned something new about that tradition, which is that the twelve days each traditionally celebrate a feast day for a saint.[1] Christmas Day, of course, is about the birth of Jesus. December 26^th remembers St. Stephen, the first Christian martyr, whom you can look up in the book of Acts in the Bible. Stephen was the one chosen by the disciples to take Judas’ place, so that there would still be 12 disciples. However, he’s arrested and stoned by the authorities for claiming that Jesus is the Son of God. Today, the 8^th day of Christmas, honors Mary, the mother of Jesus. Back on Wednesday, the 4^th day of Christmas, was what is called the Feast of the Holy Innocents, or sometimes, the massacre of the infants, and it stems from the text we read for our Gospel lesson this morning.

So, we know pretty well the Christmas story, right? Jesus is born in a manger among all the animals because there’s no room in the inn. God sends an angel to tell some shepherds, who immediately come to see Jesus. And then next to see Jesus are the wise men. After they leave, Joseph has a dream in which an angel tells him to take his family and flee to Egypt because King Herod is about to begin a massive babyhunt to search for baby Jesus and kill him. So, at a tender age, baby Jesus and his parents become refugees and immigrants. They leave their home country because of political persecution. They flee for their lives, because it is too dangerous to stay. 

(Stained glass window at St John's Episcopal Church, Kingsville, MD; the only one I've ever seen depicting this part of Jesus' life, fleeing as a refugee with his family)

We talk about Jesus being fully human and living through every human experience and so understanding what we go through. Our Hebrews reading this morning put it that “Since the children are people of flesh and blood, Jesus himself became like them and shared their human nature… This means that he had to become like his people in every way…”[2] Well, here’s one of those ways Jesus became like us that we don’t talk about very much: Jesus was a refugee. Jesus was an immigrant. The Holy Family leaves, during the cover of night, to go to a foreign country, where you can be sure they didn’t have all the proper papers for entry and they certainly didn’t have the years it often takes to legally enter and stay in our country.

Let’s add a little context as to just why baby Jesus was such a threat that Herod was willing to commit mass infanticide. There’s one other place in the bible where we read about a King killing baby boys and that’s at the beginning of the book of Exodus. This is when the Israelites became slaves in Egypt and the Egyptians wanted to subdue and oppress them so much that the Pharaoh decreed that all Hebrew baby boys should be killed at birth. There were two midwives who worked their way around this and managed to save some, and there was a mother who managed to save her baby boy, by putting him in a basket in the Nile River. That baby boy was Moses, and he was indeed a threat to the Pharaoh, as he was the one God used to free God’s people from slavery and oppression.

Now, we have another baby boy who is a threat to the King, because he’s also called a King. When the wise men go to King Herod, they ask for the baby who was born King of the Jews. Except, King Herod is King of Palestine, where the Jews live, and he worked hard to become King! Herod the Great ruled Judea from the year 37 BC to the year 4 BC.  He was appointed by the Roman Empire, by Caesar Augustus, yet he had to fight for four years to firmly take control of his kingdom and so he never felt his power was fully secure.  Herod’s kingdom was only 1,350 square miles, slightly larger than Baltimore and Harford Counties put together, and he built at least seven major fortresses so that he was never far from a defensible stronghold.  He was known for rebuilding the temple in Jerusalem on its grandest scale ever, and this is the temple that Jesus and his disciples knew.  Some of those are the reasons he is known as Herod the Great.  Yet, King Herod was also known for ruling with an iron fist, violently suppressing all opposition and not above killing his own family members, such as his first wife, his brother-in-law, and three of his own sons, when he suspected them of wanting his throne.  You can see that King Herod wasn’t be above killing a baby, either.

King Herod was furious that the wise men didn’t come back to report to him what they found, as he had told them to, and he gave orders to his soldiers to kill all the baby boys in and around Bethlehem who were two years old and younger. This is what we call the massacre of the innocents, or the holy innocents. Little children who had done nothing wrong other than to happen to be born around the same time and the same place as baby Jesus. The story is often used to highlight children who suffer and die as a result of abuse, neglect, poverty, war, slavery, or any other reason that is completely no fault of their own. These are stories that need sharing and suffering that needs alleviating.

There are other children who suffer and sometimes die as a result of being refugees and immigrants, and I think we often miss that Jesus and his family had to leave their homeland for a foreign country because of the very real threat of death. A refugee is a person who has been forced to leave their country in order to escape war, persecution, or natural disaster, and who cannot safely return home. It’s estimated that “every five seconds a person is displaced in the world today.”[3] We know we’ve certainly been hearing a lot more about it in the news today, especially Syrian refugees fleeing to Europe. Chances are that you know someone who left their home country and come to the U.S. because it wasn’t safe for them to stay where they were. One such person is Pastor Jorge, my Associate at Piney Grove in charge of Hispanic ministry. The church he pastored in Cuba was growing so large so quickly that it was seen as a threat by the Cuban government. So, the Cuban government threatened Pastor Jorge. That’s why he came to America four years ago, without his family. He’s here as an immigrant; he’s not claiming asylum, and so he’s not included in any refugee statistic. Yet he left his home country because of the very real threat of political persecution. There are many stories like his, including Jesus’.

Let us remember the “bad news” of Christmas along with the good news. Yes, Jesus is born! And then Jesus and his family had to flee persecution and become refugees. This morning let us remember not just innocent children who suffer, but especially children who are displaced from their homes, fleeing war and conflict with their families. When I taught English as a Second Language at an elementary school in North Carolina, many of my students fell into this category. Born in another country, yet coming to America at a young age to join their parents in the American dream. In some families, the parents came first and worked for a few years before sending for the children to join them. Other families took their children with them, barefoot and in rags, crossing the border. It is not our place to judge the parents; it is our place to love the children and work to alleviate the suffering and culture shock caused by immigration. Our Hebrews reading reminded us that Jesus was just like us, human in every way. Elsewhere in Hebrews it says that we are to always welcome the stranger, to show hospitality, knowing that sometimes when we do so, we entertain angels unawares. This year, let’s include in that peace and goodwill to each other peace and goodwill toward the stranger as well. We never know when we’re about to welcome an angel, or Jesus and his parents, a family in search of refuge. May we be that place of refuge for others. Amen.

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[1] http://www.whychristmas.com/customs/12daysofchristmas.shtml

[2] Hebrews 2:14, 17

[3] http://cwsglobal.org/our-work/refugees-and-immigrants/