Wednesday, September 26, 2018

A Toast to Steph and Scott


Steph and I met at orientation weekend the summer before starting college. We had both picked the same orientation to come to and we were both in the honors program. That and our age seemed to be all we had in common. I remember sitting on the floor in the hallway outside the honors advisors’ office: Steph had on her Doc Martens and late 90s grunge; I had on a cute one-piece jumpsuit. It was hate at first sight. I thought she was a wild child and she thought I was a goody-two-shoes. We had one honors class together that first semester and nothing changed. We couldn’t stand each other.
Second semester, however, we had three classes together. We had also both joined APO, a coed service fraternity. Suddenly, we were spending a lot of time together, and we began talking a little bit more. We learned that we had both had horrible roommate situations the first semester. I learned that Steph was very generous, sharing the snacks she kept in her room and her desktop computer, meaning I didn’t always have to go to the computer lab to type papers. That was also the semester she got me hooked on the TV shows Dawson’s Creek and Felicity, although not on Buffy, the Vampire Slayer, much to her chagrin.
Steph and me, spring 1998
Sophomore year I spent the fall semester abroad, but when I returned, discovered Steph had a room to herself and she offered to be roommates. That first semester rooming together we did all right. We were still very different in many ways. I kept to my 10 p.m. bedtime and Steph pulled all-nighters and sometimes I’d wake up to find her asleep with her cheek on her keyboard. We roomed together again the next semester, and it started all right, as we plastered every inch of wall space with posters and had at least 5 or 6 more on the ceiling. Brad Pitt, Leonardo DiCaprio, Joshua Jackson, more Brad Pitt. That was the semester we learned that we are much better friends when we don’t live together.
Steph became the fourth sister in my family of three girls and I became another daughter to the Cohen’s. She helped me through my parents’ divorce and was there when my mom remarried. Steph was there when my sister got married and when I got married. The third sister had a bet going with Steph as to who would be the first to get married, and, Steph, Emily wants her money! I know I can call her at 3 in the morning, and she can call me, and we have. Steph and my husband arranged for her to come out shortly after my second child was born, just to help me out, since we had moved away from family. And she was very instrumental in the beginning of getting my rheumatoid arthritis under control after my initial diagnosis. I was serving abroad at the time and Steph convinced me to come back to the U.S. to see a doctor here and get it officially in my medical records, also noting that different treatments were available here. And then after about six months she came out for a weeklong visit to kick my butt back into gear because I had slowed down so much after that initial onset.
We know where each other’s running shoes are kept, we know where the 2x4’s are hidden when we need to knock sense into each other, we know where the bodies are stashed. My six year old asked a few weeks ago about when Auntie Steph and Mr. Scott get married, if he will become Uncle Scott. I had her ask Scott, and he said yes. So, on behalf of many of us here, Scott, welcome to the family! I’ve listened to the end of many a phone call between Steph and her mom, so much that my sisters and I tell each other “Laku noc” (Croatian for “Good night”) and “Ya te volem” (Croatian for “I love you”). So, instead of cheers, “Zivjeli” to Steph and Scott!!

Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Intersections


17th Sunday after Pentecost
September 16, 2018
Proverbs 1:20-33; Mark 8:27-38

(Or watch here:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cHXfE2l5KWQ )

            There is a tale told about a 15th century German man named Johann Georg Faust.[1] In real life, he was an alchemist, astrologer, and magician during the German Renaissance. The legend, however, says that Faust was quite successful yet very dissatisfied with his life, leading him to sell his soul to the devil in exchange for unlimited knowledge and worldly pleasure. Several playwrights and authors have since retold the story of Dr. Faust, sometimes called Dr. Faustus, the man who sold his soul to the devil. Today we tend to use that expression more as a caution. To “sell your soul” means to do anything it takes, no matter how immoral, illegal, or just plain wrong it is, to achieve your objective. In today’s Gospel reading, Jesus asks, “What good is it for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul? Or what can anyone give in exchange for their soul?”[2] Dr. Faust gained unlimited knowledge for 24 years in exchange for then belonging to the devil for eternity. Today on eBay, you can sell your soul for $400, if you can slip through the cracks.[3] Souls are one of the items that are on the restricted list for the online auction company. In 2000, eBay explained that they do “not allow the auctioning of human souls for the following reasons: If the soul does not exist, eBay could not allow the auctioning of the soul because there would be nothing to sell. However, if the soul does exist then, in accordance with eBay's policy on human parts and remains, we would not allow the auctioning of human souls.”[4] There are also stories of musicians, like the guitarist in the movie, “O, Brother Where Art Thou,” who sell their soul to the devil in order to become the best musician ever. These stories of people selling their soul to achieve something run quite the gamut.
Yet the more pressing question is really: Why? What causes someone to sell their soul? In the case of the guy who got $400 for his on eBay, he said he was bored, and anytime he’s bored, he turns to the internet.[5] Dr. Faust was dissatisfied with his life and wanted something more. In the case of musicians, it’s because they really want to have incredible musical talent. What these examples have in common is a dissatisfaction with life and a wanting something more. They’re at a crossroads, and they make very poor decisions. Jesus advises against forfeiting, or selling, your soul. When we’re at a crossroads, when we’re trying to figure out which path to choose, what do you do? Take the road less traveled?[6] Sell your soul? Do nothing? And how do you decide? Let the decision be made for you? Pray for God’s guidance? Consult trusted friends? Where do you find wisdom?
            In Proverbs this morning we read about Lady Wisdom, wisdom personified. She is in the street, in the public square, out in the open, at the busiest street corners and at the entrance to the city gates. In Lisbon, this means she’s across the street at the “Welcome to Lisbon” sign, she’s at the traffic circle, she’s in the Food Lion parking lot and by that High’s gas station, she’s next door at the elementary school and over by the fire station. Wisdom is in these public places, these spaces where people gather. And she’s not just sitting quietly in these intersections of people, she’s calling out. Wisdom longs to be heard. She’s raising her voice, calling aloud, crying out, speaking with urgency, inviting anyone who will hear to listen to her. “How long will you refuse to listen to me? How long will you ignore me? I have called and you refused. I stretched out my hand and you ignored me… but those who listen to me will live in safety and be at ease, without fear of disaster.”[7] Wisdom longs to be heard. That’s why she’s in these public places, that’s why she’s at busy intersections and where people gather. And most people long to do the right thing. Most people want to be wise; they want to know the right thing to do. The children’s resource that I read for each Sunday defines wisdom as “all of God’s ideas about how the world should be and how we should treat one another.”[8] What does God say about how the world should be? What does God say about how we should treat each other? That is all that Lady Wisdom is asking here. It’s pretty basic stuff, like the book pastor Robert Fulghum wrote in 1990, Everything I Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten. This is the wisdom that still longs to be heard.
      The problem is we don’t always take the time in each intersection to pause and consider. We don’t always realize we’re at a crossroads where we can choose wisdom or choose foolishness. We just charge ahead, fueled by our emotions or following the lead of someone else. We don’t always take the time to consider what’s wise in each situation, in each interaction, in each intersection. Because we don’t take the time with most interactions, because, frankly, it’s unrealistic to pause each time to think, “What’s God’s idea about how this should be? How am I going to treat this person?” it’s important how we are formed. It’s important how we are shaped. Our spiritual formation is crucial because that impacts our identity and how we’re going to act in any given situation. Spiritual formation is an ongoing journey as we grow closer to God throughout our lives. Author and pastor Richard Foster has this beautiful description of why spiritual formation is important: “We are eternal beings, but have lost sight of eternal living. We spend time, energy, and money on our physical needs, but neglect our souls. Our misplaced efforts leave us feeling powerless and detached from God. That’s not how God intended it to be. We are meant to be in relationship with God and others in a way that is dynamic, whole, and fresh every day – relationship that extends beyond church services into every facet of our lives. Spiritual Formation helps us reclaim our relationship with God as it was meant to be. It’s not trying – it’s training in eternal living, determined discipleship to Jesus Christ, and the way we discover the renewable source of spiritual energy we’ve been looking for.”[9] Spiritual formation is about taking care of your souls. They are not meant to be an unused extraneous body part like your appendix. They are at the core of who you are. And when you tend to them, when you do those practices that feed your soul, then when you’re at an intersection, whether you take the time to recognize it or not, then there is no crisis and you don’t have to think through the possible consequences because you already know how you are going to act. You’re going to act in accordance with God’s principles. You’re going to act with love and mercy. You’re going to follow God’s ideas of how the world should be.
There are still remaining obstacles. One is that there are many other competing voices of wisdom. Wisdoms are in overabundance today, practically overwhelming us with self-help books, TV shows, seven steps to a better life, life coaches. Advice is plentiful these days. Drink more water. Cut back on carbs. Exercise as much as humanly possible. Buy this product. The whole advertising industry is based on telling you what to do and what you need and especially lately, feeding our egos and selfish desires with messages of “you deserve this.” So, which wisdom do you heed? Or do you resist all wisdom because it’s on overload?
The second obstacle worth mentioning is that God’s wisdom is hard to live out. It’s not an easy path. Spiritual disciplines like bible study, prayer, worship, abstaining from something, giving to something, generosity, and self-control help us live by God’s wisdom. Jesus says, “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me. For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me and for the gospel will save it.”[10] At each intersection we have the option to follow Jesus, to choose God’s wisdom. In 1 Corinthians, Paul writes, “the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.”[11] Furthermore, “we preach Christ crucified…a stumbling block to [some] and foolishness to [others], but to those whom God has called, both Jews and Greeks, Christ the power of God and the wisdom of God.”[12] It is not an easy path and there are many crossroads. Yet earlier in Proverbs 1, the author wrote that “the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom.”[13] That is, a good relationship with God is the beginning of wisdom. A good relationship with God: that’s the point of spiritual formation. It means that when you come to a crossroad of whether or not to sell your soul, there is no question. You’re not even going to consider it in the first place, because you know the value of your soul and you’re not afraid of what might happen. Proverbs 1 ends with Lady Wisdom saying, “The waywardness of the simple will kill them, and the complacency of fools will destroy them; but whoever listens to me will live in safety and be at ease, without fear of disaster.”[14]
Even the long-running TV show “The Simpsons” did an episode on selling your soul on an episode in 1993.[15] Homer announces that he’d sell his soul to the devil for a donut. So, the devil shows up to take him up on his offer. Homer tries to outsmart the devil by not finishing the donut; he leaves the last bit on the plate and puts it in the fridge. However, then late one night he gets up looking for a midnight snack and eats the last bite. So much for trying to get out of his deal. 

There are times when you can mitigate the consequences of your foolishness and times when you cannot. So, draw close to God. Listen to and heed God’s wisdom. Some of it will sound crazy, some of it will sound like foolishness. When I left teaching in North Carolina to follow Jesus to teach in Nicaragua, some of my fellow teachers did call me foolish. But in losing my life for the sake of the Gospel, I found my life again.
That summer before I went to Nicaragua was also the summer that we had a pastoral change at my sending church in North Carolina. The pastor who left preached his last sermon at our church on this passage from Proverbs 1 about Lady Wisdom calling out from the intersections. He said that it is your intersections with yourself, with others, and with God that shape your life. It is in your intersections with others that you show Jesus to them and that you meet God. May we also be wise at the intersections in our lives, a people formed by God to show God to the world, a people who continuously seek to meet God, and find him and be found by him.
Let us pray…


[2] Mark 8:36-37
[6] “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost
[7] Paraphrase of Proverbs 1:22, 24-25, 33
[8] Forbid Them Not, Year B, by Carolyn Brown, p. 151
[10] Mark 8:34-35
[11] 1 Corinthians 1:18
[12] 1 Corinthians 1:23-24
[13] Proverbs 1:7a
[14] Proverbs 1:32-33
[15] “Treehouse of Horror IV”, airdate October 28, 1993

Wednesday, September 12, 2018

“Hello, My Name Is…”


16th Sunday after Pentecost
September 9, 2018
Proverbs 22:1a; Mark 7:24-37



            “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet,” laments Juliet to her Romeo. Names can sometimes seem quite arbitrary, is what Juliet seems to be saying. A rose is still a rose whether you call it that or not. The issue for Shakespeare’s star-crossed lovers is that they are from rival families, Juliet is a Capulet and Romeo is a Montague. So, if Romeo had a different family name, there wouldn’t be a problem. Juliet asks Romeo to forsake his name and his family so that they can be together, and he does. He tells her “I take thee at thy word. Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptiz’d; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.” Shakespeare knew about the importance of names; otherwise there would have been no tragedy for Romeo and Juliet. He may have even been familiar with the first proverb we read today, “A good name is more desirable than great riches,”[1] or in his contemporary King James, “A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches.” Romeo and Juliet say, in effect, “What’s in a name? Who cares about a name? It’s more important that we are together than what our names are.” Yet this proverb makes a different comparison, a good name is more important than money. And it’s not talking about simply your name, like John or Jane, it’s talking about your reputation. Some newer translations don’t even use the word ‘name,’ they say “a good reputation is better than wealth.”[2] Your good name, your good reputation, is more important than your financial status. A good name, a good reputation takes years to build up, and to earn. “It implies integrity, honesty, and responsibility. It cannot be bought.”[3] That’s why it’s more important than money. A good name is more important. Why?
Names play a significant role in our world. There’s the obvious, in things like language and society, where we have to agree to call this perennial shrub that has large, showy flowers and prickly thorns on its stems a rose. If we don’t have agreed on names for things, however are we going to be able to communicate? That’s part of why we have a common vocabulary, and why you can get confused in other parts of the country. For example, in the Midwest soda is called pop, and if you go to a potluck in Minnesota or the Dakota’s, you’re going to get a hot dish, which is to say, a casserole. Names can change on you. Or names don’t change, and you’re the one who’s new. When we moved to Asheboro, North Carolina my freshman year of high school, I was in the marching band and we were supposed to meet in the Old Belks parking lot to line up for a parade. The Belks department store had closed years before, but that was still what everyone called the parking lot. After that the band teacher started including a map or an address so that even those of us who didn’t know the local names could still find where we were supposed to go.
Names can also show respect, or a lack thereof. I grew up calling adults Mr. and Mrs. and it was a process in my early 20s to even start feeling comfortable calling adults by their first name. I think that’s why I picked up on the southern custom of calling elders Mr. and Ms. with their first name, so that I feel like I’m still showing respect to the generations that came before me, and I make sure my children do the same. Names can also show a lack of respect, and there are some that are more subtle than outright name-calling. I served as a pastor in North Carolina before moving to Maryland and I remember one of the first Conference meetings I went to. The Bishop called out the names of each of the District Superintendents. At the time there were 12 total, 9 white men, 2 African-American men, and 1 white woman. The Bishop began, “Brother Smith, Brother Jones,” and so on, until then he called a brother by his first name. It caught my attention and I looked up and it was one of the African-American superintendents. The Bishop went back to using last names until the next African-American superintendent, whom he called by his first name. And he called the one female superintendent by her first name. I don’t think the Bishop recognized that he was doing it; I don’t think it was on purpose, but he was not consistent in using all last names or all first names. Using last names is more formal than the familiarity of using someone’s first name. It shows more respect. In the names this Bishop used, he did not show as much respect for his superintendents who were African-American or female. It was subtle. I don’t know if anyone else even picked up on it. But that’s part of why names matter and the role that names can play in society.
For another example, take a look at our Gospel reading for this morning. Here, a disrespectful name is transformed. Jesus is taking a break from teaching the crowds and has entered a house, where he tries to keep his presence on the down low, or for another generation, on the Q T. But, a Gentile woman finds out, and because her daughter is possessed by a demon and suffering terribly, she flings herself at Jesus’ feet and on her knees, begs for Jesus to heal her daughter. Jesus says, “Let the children be fed first, for it is not fair to take the children’s food and throw it to the dogs.”[4] This story is also found in Matthew’s Gospel, and there Jesus is a little clearer. He says, “I was sent only to the lost sheep of Israel… It is not right to take the children’s bread and toss it to the dogs.”[5] Jesus was a Jew, born a Jew, died a Jew. Other than living in Egypt when he was little, he did not travel widely. He was sent to Israel. Paul was the one who took on the mantle, the apostle to the Gentiles, and the message spread from there among non-Jewish peoples. So Jesus tells this woman, “Let the children of Israel be fed first. It’s not fair to take the children’s bread and toss it to the dogs.” There is no getting around that he calls her a dog. Some commentaries try to downplay it, some try to explain it away, but it’s still there, in every translation. Jesus says she’s not even human, she’s sub-human, lower than people. It’s why that name that rhymes with witch is so horrible, because it says the other person isn’t a person but a dog, a female dog.
Martin Luther wrote that this is precisely how God helps us, by killing us to give us life, that the YES is hidden in the NO, which has to come first. God has to break open our false self in order for us to actually hear the YES.[6] My seminary professor wondered if this woman pulled out from Jesus something even he wasn’t fully aware of because some texts say here that Jesus was surprised by her answer. Does this Gentile woman reveal the truth that Jesus was waiting for, that Jesus will save the Gentiles, too? Because you know what this woman does, she doesn’t argue or get upset with Jesus over the name he called her, she just points out the role of dogs. They eat the food that falls from the table, and children are messy eaters. Our dogs always hang out by my children’s chairs during mealtime, not near me. This Gentile woman takes Jesus’ name for her and transforms it to describe her place in the world. Yes, Jesus is Jewish and sent to Israel, but even Gentiles need this bread, too, and Jesus is the only one who has it. This is just like a couple weeks ago, those wonderful words of life, and Simon Peter asking, “Lord, where else would we go? You are the only one who has the words of eternal life.”[7] This woman feels the same way. And Jesus tells her, “For such a reply, you may go; the demon has left your daughter.”[8] Or, in Matthew’s Gospel, the other place this story is found, Jesus says, “Woman, you have great faith! Your request is granted.”[9] She gave her name new meaning. Instead of changing names, like going from Montague to Capulet, names can also be transformed and take on new meaning. That’s part of how you build and earn that good reputation, that good name.
For we who are Christians the most important name we take on is that which happens in our baptism. In Romeo’s line, “Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptiz’d,” Shakespeare showed that he knew what happens in baptism, which is that we’re named, or christened, named in Christ. Baptism also invokes God’s name. The minister says, “I baptize you in the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.” We’re baptized in God’s name, God’s full name, you could say, the holy Trinity of Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. This is not a name that is earned or built up or transformed, but a name that is freely given to each of us. When Jesus was baptized, God said “You are my beloved son.” God says the same thing about each of us, “You are my beloved child.” Being baptized, being part of God’s family, it’s as if we all have the same last name of Christian. Christian means little Christ, as Christ molds us and makes us like him. Christian means we’re part of God’s family. It means we live life differently, because we belong to God.
Names are important, what you call yourself and what you call others. Names can make a difference, both in how you treat the other person and how they respond to you. When my oldest was an infant and would wake up at 3 in the morning screaming her head off, I’d call her beautiful. She didn’t look it, but I intentionally called her beautiful to remind me that she was. Names, like all words, have the power to build up. And they have the power to tear down. Pay attention this week to the names you use, both for yourself and for others. See what names need to be transformed. Gently correct someone if the name they use for you is disrespectful. And, make a list from the sermon title. Fill in the blanks. If it’s more helpful, instead of starting with “My name is…”, try heading the list, “I am…” and go from there. If you’re willing to share, send me a copy of your list. I’d love to see it, the names you call yourself, the names others call you, who you say you are. A good name is more important than riches. Perhaps that was the Capulet’s and the Montague’s problem, they were so caught up in their rivalry that both their names were dragged down, which is why Romeo and Juliet didn’t even care about their names anymore. Take care with your name. Take care with your reputation. And take care with others’, too. In the Name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, Amen.


[1] Proverbs 22:1a, NIV
[2] CEB, VOICE
[4] Mark 7:27
[5] Matthew 15:24, 26
[6] This and the next two sentences are based on my class notes from Dr. Willie Jennings’ course on “Christian Identity and the Formation of the Racial World,” lecture on “Reframing Gentile Existence: The Contours of a Theological Identity,” September 14, 2009.
[7] John 6:68
[8] Mark 7:29
[9] Matthew 15:28