Wednesday, June 24, 2015

This Is a Heartbreaking Sermon

3rd Sunday after Pentecost
June 14, 2015
1 Samuel 15:34 – 16:13; Psalm 20; 2 Corinthians 5:6-17; Mark 4:26-34

            Last week, our Old Testament reading was about the people asking God for a king.  Between last week’s reading and today’s the people have gotten a king, King Saul, and it has not gone well.  In fact, things are so bad that in this week’s passage we’re told that Samuel grieved over Saul and God regretted making Saul king.  God gives Samuel a little time to grieve, and then calls him to anoint the next king.  He sends him to Jesse of Bethlehem, because one of Jesse’s sons will become the next king.  You can imagine Jesse parading his sons in front of Samuel, one by one, from oldest to youngest, and imagine everyone’s surprise when Samuel keeps saying, “No, not that one.  No, not that one.  No, not that one.”  Even Samuel is surprised, which is why he has this side conversation with God, in which God tells him, “Don’t pay attention to how tall and handsome he is.  Looks aren’t everything.  I don’t look at things the same way you do.  People look at the outward appearance, but I look at the heart.”[1]  God looks at the heart.   There are other ways of saying this, like “don’t judge a book by its cover,” or “beauty is only skin deep,” or “looks aren’t everything,” or “all that is gold does not glitter.”  Or, to quote elsewhere in the bible, through the prophet Isaiah, God says, “My thoughts are not your thoughts, nor are your ways my ways.”[2]  God looks at the heart. 
            God choosing David to be the next king is an obvious example that he doesn’t look at things like we do.  You see, after Jesse presented seven of his sons to Samuel and Samuel said, “No, not this one,” to all seven, Samuel then asked if Jesse had any more sons.  And Jesse said, “Yes, there’s my youngest boy.  But he’s out keeping the sheep.”  The youngest son, David, was the one that God chose to be the next king.  Not the oldest son, who would have assumed it would be him, not even the second oldest, but the youngest of eight brothers, is who God chooses.  A lowly shepherd, obviously not thought highly of by his father, that’s who God wants, because God knows his heart.  Subsequent passages in the bible in both the Old and New Testament describe David as a “man after God’s own heart.”[3]  That’s the kind of person God wants to lead his people, someone who follows God with all his heart.[4]  God doesn’t look at things like we do, he doesn’t evaluate them the same way, he doesn’t use the same values we do.  God looks at the heart, and as a result sometimes the leaders of God’s people come from unexpected places.  Saul was an obvious choice for a king; David was not.  The thing is that “God frequently chooses the weak, common, unimpressive [people, at least], from a human perspective to be his servants. [Even Jesus] himself was described by Isaiah (53:2) as one whose outward appearance would not attract people to him.”[5]  Another example of God doing this is in the parable that Jesus tells in our Gospel reading about the mustard seed.  The mustard seed is the smallest of all seeds, and it grows to become the tallest tree in garden, the largest of all vegetable plants.  You wouldn’t think it to look at it.  It’s not obvious.  But God knows what’s inside.  David wasn’t an obvious choice, either, but God knew his heart and knew that David’s heart was right with God.   
            Just as God doesn’t view things from a human point of view, our Epistle lesson tells us that we are to no longer regard anyone from a human point of view, either.  Paul tell us in this letter to the Corinthians that we who are Christians do not live for ourselves, but for Christ, and part of living for Christ means that we see things how Christ sees them.[6]  Why?  Because Christ’s love compels us.[7]  It urges us to see things how God sees them, and not how the world sees them.  Take, for example, Jesus’ outward appearance.  By society’s standards, he was homeless, he was a migrant, he ate with people that decent folk wouldn’t be caught dead with, like prostitutes and thieves, he broke church rules, and rather than obey every jot and tittle of the law, he emphasized love.  That was Jesus’ outward appearance and his actions.  And we, as a society, are still “obsessed with externals – with youth and beauty, accomplishments and credentials, productivity and profit. We are constantly tempted to judge our own worth and that of others according to ‘a human point of view.’ We are tempted to view worldly success as a sign of God’s favor, and conversely, to view weakness and suffering as a sign of God's absence or even God's punishment.  [And in this passage] Paul reminds us that human standards of judgment count for nothing in God’s eyes. The scandal of the cross is that God chooses vulnerability, weakness, suffering, and death in order to bring new life.”[8]  This homeless migrant, who ate with the least, the last, the lost, and the left out, who didn’t appear to care about church law, loved the whole world so much that he died so that we might be saved. 
That’s why our psalmist this morning says that “Some take pride in chariots, and some in horses, but our pride is in the name of the Lord our God.”  A modern way to phrase that might that some take pride in their possessions, things like money and power and control, and some place their trust in military strength, but we take pride and place our trust in the name of the Lord our God.  When we view things like God sees them, then our focus is on others, then we are humble about our own abilities and accomplishments, then our efforts go towards pleasing God, and, as a result, the glory goes to God alone.  If something great happens, to God be the glory, because he is the one who brought it about.  We do not take pride in superficial appearances, but in what is in the heart.  And this can be hard to do with other people, especially people we don’t know very well.  God knows what’s in the heart, but what we see is what spills out of the heart and into action.  And I’m sure not all of your actions always reflect your heart.  As Paul says in Romans, “I don't do the good I want to do; instead, I do the evil that I do not want to do.”[9]  Anyone identify with that?  You don’t always do the good you want to do?  Sometimes, we do the wrong thing, even though we know deep down in our heart it’s the wrong thing?  It happens to all of us.  The thing is, that action is what people see, not what’s in our heart.  And so we are often judged by our actions, and not by our hearts.  However, God knows what’s in our hearts, and that’s how we are to regard to others, based on what’s in their heart.  And the only way to make that judgment call is to be in relationship with them.  You can’t tell what’s in someone’s heart unless you know them, spend some time with them, walk a mile in their shoes.  That’s not easily possible with most people, because you can’t know everyone, and that’s where grace comes in.  We allow ourselves grace and we allow others grace.  We give each other the benefit of the doubt, until proven otherwise.  That’s how we view people from God’s standpoint, with lots of love and grace, and even more love and grace when someone messes up.  After all, Jesus tells Peter we are to forgive seventy times seven times, or in other words, a lot.  There is no end to God’s love and grace and forgiveness.  That’s God’s perspective.
And so Paul writes in our Epistle lesson, “No longer, then, do we judge anyone by human standards. Even if at one time we judged Christ according to human standards, we no longer do so.  Anyone who is joined to Christ is a new being; the old is gone, the new has come.”[10]  The old has passed; the new has come.   I want to point out that this new creation isn’t a brand new creation starting over from scratch.  This is a re-creation of the old, a transformation.  Cowenton/Piney Grove is still here, we’re moving into the next phase.  It’s different, but the basic parts, the core of the church, is the same.  There is always grief whenever anything changes, whether for worse or for better.  Samuel grieved for King Saul, even though he wasn’t a good king, and it’s healthy and wise to take time for grief and pain.  Then, there’s still ministry to do, and it’s time to move on.  As our final hymn says, “time to remember and move on… laying to rest the pain that’s gone.”[11]  Not forgetting, just moving on.  I think forgetting is a fear of a lot of people, that we’ll forget something when it’s gone.  But “forgive and forget” isn’t actually something Jesus says.  What he says is more like “forgive and move on.”  The past doesn’t cease to exist, and we honor the good in it and we forgive the bad in it, allowing even grace for the past.  We don’t forget the past nor do we view it through rose-colored glasses.  The good old days are not behind us.  The last line of that passage from 2 Corinthians today is “see, everything has become new!”  The best is still yet to come! 
In the meantime, we try to view everyone how God would see them, as our fellow brother and sister, as his beloved child, allowing each person love and grace and forgiveness, trying to see into their heart, into who they really are, aside from their external appearance and their actions.  As Paul writes, “we live by faith and not by sight.”[12]  Living by faith is seeing things through God’s eyes, which is what he would have us to.  “Our goal is to be acceptable to him,” and he looks at the heart.[13]  May our hearts be ever acceptable in his sight.  Amen.



[1] 1 Samuel 16:7
[2] Isaiah 55:8
[3] 1 Samuel 13:14; Acts 13:22
[4] 1 Kings 14:8
[6] 2 Corinthians 5:15
[7] 2 Corinthians 5:14
[9] Romans 7:19
[10] 2 Corinthians 5:16-17
[11] “This Is a Day of New Beginnings,” UMH 383
[12] 2 Corinthians 5:7
[13] 2 Corinthians 5:9

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Dare to Believe, Part II

2nd Sunday after Pentecost
June 7, 2015
1 Samuel 8:4-20; Mark 3:20-35

            You will probably not be surprised to learn that at Annual Conference there was a special presentation by our District Superintendent, Rev. Moore-Koikoi, and a few of my colleagues who serve churches in the Sandtown-Winchester part of Baltimore as well as one lay person.[1]  They shared stories about life in their churches over the past several weeks since the unrest; some stories were uplifting, others were heartbreaking.  One story of lament was shared by Rev. Moore-Koikoi.  She was on the ground the evening after the unrest, supporting the clergy in the area and joined a prayer march with the clergy.  The riot police didn’t appear to take kindly to the clergy walking and praying in the street and so some members from the community surrounded the clergy as they walked and prayed and joined them at the end when they went inside a nearby United Methodist Church.  It turned out that these community members were from the Bloods, Crips, and the Black Mafia family, gangs who had declared a truce in the midst of the unrest.  One of them knew one of the clergy.  He turned to him and said, “You used to be my pastor.  I’ve got some pictures of home with your children and me, when I was at church.” Rev. Moore-Koikoi’s lament was that “we had him!”  We had this young man in our churches and we let him go.  When he didn’t find family and opportunity and unconditional acceptance in the church, when the church stopped listening to him, he found family and opportunities and acceptance and someone who listened to him in a gang.  Then Rev. Moore-Koikoi shared what she called a “grace note.”  When she went a couple weeks ago to visit on of these churches, she talked with a pastor who reminded her of two brothers they had also met that night.  This pastor had followed up with the brothers and got them enrolled at Coppin State University.  When the people of faith dare to believe and step out in faith, look what God can do!  At the end of this presentation a motion was made to designate today, June 7, Dare to Believe in Stronger Baltimore Sunday, with a special offering collected.  The motion was passed unanimously and so today and next Sunday, we will collect the special offering and send it the week after next into the Conference.  Dare to Believe in a Stronger Baltimore.  There are three parts to it: Stronger Churches, Stronger Relationships, and Stronger Communities. 
            The first of these is Stronger Churches.  A stronger church is one who dares to believe that the church will not collapse, but endure.  In our Gospel lesson this morning Jesus says that “A kingdom involved in civil war will collapse.  And a house torn apart by divisions will collapse.”[2]  Our country faced exactly that scenario, and on April 12, 1861, it did collapse.  The United States of America ceased to exist as anyone had known it to that point.  You’re all well aware that it survived, of course, but it took many years of healing before it could consider itself whole again.  And we as a church have been through some of our own divisions.  Yet we dare to believe that we, too, will endure.  We dare to believe that God has the final say on God’s church.  It’s not our church, anyway.  When God’s kingdom is involved in civil war, it does not collapse.  What does happen is that some leave the kingdom, like the young man who joined a gang, finding there what he didn’t find in church.  Stronger churches have compelling reasons for coming to church.  They have warm welcomes for new people, not smothering or overbearing, but genuine smiles and greetings of “it’s nice to have you here.”  Stronger churches have a variety of ways to get involved.  Not everyone is interested in singing with the choir, and that’s ok.  There’s the nursery, Vacation Bible School, Sunday School, there’s feeding the men at Streets of Hope in the winter and donating canned food for Eastern Interfaith Outreach and serving in our food pantry, there’s the collection of health kits and dry foods that I took to Sandtown a couple weeks ago.  A stronger church is also a praying church, and I want to encourage you to pray for this church every day.  If you don’t have a regular daily praying time, then set the alarm on your cell phone or on your alarm clock as a reminder to pray each day.  [PG: If you need a suggestion for what time, I suggest 2:01 p.m.  I know many of us aren’t morning people, and 201 is also our street address, so it should be easy to remember.]  It doesn’t need to be a long prayer, simply one sentence is enough: Lord, I pray for Cowenton [Piney Grove].  Let’s give it a try, each day, and see what happens.  Dare to believe in Stronger Churches.
            The second part is Stronger Relationships.  A good friend of mine was sharing with me about her marriage, and she said that she and her husband “rely on our relationships with others to build and maintain our own relationship. We are stronger when we work together. We are healthier when we allow others to participate in our lives, choosing not to do things all on our own.”[3]  A stronger marital relationship is one that relies on other friendships to help build up and strengthen the marriage.  A stronger friendship is one that allows others to participate in the friendship.  There is no selfishness here, there is no greed or envy, there is no rejection or exile. 
We find a story about a weaker relationship in our Old Testament lesson this morning.  Samuel has been a prophet and judge for Israel for most of his life, and now that he is old, the people want a king so that they will be like the other nations.  Samuel feels rejected by them and is upset by this request, rightly so.  He brings it to God, as we are to do with all things, and God says, “Listen to the voice of the people; for they have not rejected you.  No, they’ve rejected me from being king over them.”[4]  Samuel reports God’s words back to the people and describes what life would be like under a king.  However, the people don’t care, “We know what we want and we want a king to be like everyone else.”  Well, they got their king, and that decision ultimately led to the end of their country.  It’s a case of “be careful what you wish for.”  It’s also a case of human beings thinking they know better than God and that their plan is better than God’s plan.  Our relationship with God is weaker when we put our plans ahead of God’s.  Our relationship with God, with ourselves, and with others is weaker when we try to be like everyone else, because God didn’t call us to be like everyone else.  He didn’t create us that way, and he doesn’t call us to become like everyone else.  He called us to become more like him.  And as a church, God isn’t calling us to be like every other church, or even like every successful church or every well-attended church.  God is calling us to be us, and not Camp Chapel or Mountain Christian Church, or any other church you find yourself comparing us to.  I shared when I returned from maternity leave last fall that I had visited other nearby churches during leave, and it wasn’t to “check out the competition,” it was to get to know our neighbors and see how they serve our community so that we might, either share with them in ministry and not reinvent the wheel, or fill in a different gap where there’s an unmet need in our community.  We’re not called to all the exact same ministries as another church.  We’re called to serve in the intersection between our interests and passions and strengths and the needs of our community.  That’s how we build Stronger Relationships and Stronger Communities.  Dare to believe that we can build them.
            Stronger Communities is the third prong of Stronger Baltimore.  One of the songs I’ve been hearing a lot lately, [and I heard it again this past week at Friendship Circle] is “Will the Circle Be Unbroken.”  A Gospel song originally written in 1907 by an Englishwoman, Ada Ruth Habershon, it was inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame a hundred years later, in 1998.  While it’s about the circle here on earth being broken when loved ones die, and then the circle being unbroken in heaven, the “better home awaiting, in the sky,” I think we can apply it to our communities here, as well.  Many of our circles have been broken, and not just by death or moving away for work or retirement, but by violence and harsh words and bitterness and unresolved conflicts.  If God’s kingdom is to come here on earth as in heaven, then we need to work to repair the circle here.  The problem is that “many [people] would rather sever the ties altogether than live with the memory of ties that were broken. Many would rather abandon people and community for their own self-justification than to admit their own contributions to the problem. And many would rather stir up the proverbial pot than sense opportunities for kindness, graciousness, and gratitude.”[5]  To build stronger communities, to strive for the circle to be unbroken, requires some hard work.  Some of you are probably thinking of concrete ways to go about this; others may stuck on not knowing what to do.  The good news is, to quote a fellow pastor, “If we listen to the community, the answers are in the people of the community.”[6]  So spend some time listening to our community.  Find out what some of the needs are that aren’t being met.  And that intersection where the community’s deep need meets your deep passion, that’s where we are called to serve, and that’s how we move towards Stronger Communities.[7]  Dare to believe that’s where God’s calling you to and that you can make a difference in that place. 
            In our Gospel this morning Jesus points out that “No one can break into a strong person’s house and steal anything without first tying up the strong person. Only then can the house be burglarized.”  The good news is that Jesus is the stronger person.  In fact, the Gospel of Mark even calls him that, just two chapters earlier, when Jesus’ cousin, John the Baptist, describes Jesus by saying, “One stronger than I am is coming after me. I’m not even worthy to bend over and loosen the strap of his sandals.  I baptize you with water, but he will baptize you with the Holy Spirit.”[8]  Jesus is the stronger one.  Dare to believe in him and that he can overcome any obstacle you perceive or any obstacle you have placed in the way of building stronger churches, stronger relationships, and stronger communities.  It can be done.  I dare to believe it.  Do you?



[2] Mark 3:24-25
[4] 1 Samuel 8:7
[6] Twanda Prioleau, pastor, John Wesley UMC, Baltimore
[7] An adaptation of a quote by Frederick Buechner
[8] Mark 1:7-8, CEB

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Dare to Believe, Part I

Trinity Sunday
May 31, 2015
Isaiah 6:1-8; Romans 8:12-17; John 3:1-17

            This past week our lay delegate and I were at Annual Conference, held here in Baltimore this year.  The theme of this year’s Conference was “Dare to Believe,” based off the story in Matthew 14.  Jesus walks on water during a storm and at first the disciples are afraid, because they think he’s a ghost.  Then Peter says, “Lord, if it’s really you, order me to come to you on the water,” and so Jesus calls, “Come.” Peter’s fine as long as he keeps his eyes on Jesus, but then he notices the storm and his eyes go to the strong wind and the high waves.  He starts to sink and cries out for Jesus to save him.  Jesus catches him, and says, “Ye of little faith, why did you doubt?”  Jesus challenges Peter to dare to believe and this past week our bishop, Bishop Matthews, challenged us to dare to believe as well.  Dare to believe that all things are possible with God.  Dare to believe in Jesus’ power to save.  Dare to believe that the Holy Spirit is here, active among us, and leading us.  Bishop Matthews said that our daring to believe “must be a dare based on our full, unconditional belief in Jesus’ power to deliver and save.”  Keeping that in mind, that we do dare to believe, let’s look at our scripture readings for this morning.
            First, our Gospel reading directly talks about Jesus’ power to save.  Recently, I heard someone comment that we hear lots about John 3:16, but what about John 3:17?  “God did not send his Son into the world to judge the world, but that the world might be saved through him.”  Do we dare to believe that God did not send Jesus to judge the world but to save it?  And do our actions reflect that belief?  It feels like many Christians talk a great deal about judgment and how God will judge people, but look at this last verse from our Gospel reading.  We’ve talked other times about the context of this passage, how Nicodemus, a Pharisee and a leader of his people, came to talk with Jesus at night.  He knew something was up with Jesus, that Jesus could only do the miracles he did because God was with him, and yet Nicodemus was afraid of being judged.  He went to talk with Jesus at night, when no one would see him, under the cover of darkness.  And Jesus kinda calls him out on it, reminding him that he didn’t come to judge, but to save.  We call Jesus our Savior, not our Judge.  And I hope and pray that’s how we know Jesus, that we know him as the One who saves, and are not afraid of him as one who judges.  And related to that is we show Jesus to others.  There are some outside the church who view Christians as a very judgmental bunch, because that has been their experience with the church.  Yet Jesus did not come to judge, but to save.  May we be known as those who point the way to the One who saves, the One who rescues, the One who redeems and restores.  May we not be afraid of being judged, and instead share the love of Christ with everyone we meet.  We don’t serve an angry God whose judgment we fear.  We serve and worship the one, triune God who loves the world so much that he came to save it.  Dare to believe that. 
            Next, looking at our Romans passage, do we, in fact, dare to believe that we have received God’s Spirit?  This is what we celebrated last week on Pentecost, the coming of the Holy Spirit, and it’s available for us, too.  Paul reminds us that we have not received a spirit of slavery or of fear, at least not from God.  If we have a spirit of fear, it did not come from God.  God does not want us to be be afraid.  We do not need to live in fear.  Dare to believe that.  Dare to act not out of fear.  The word has been peppering our conversations lately.  We’re afraid of scarcity, that there isn’t enough.  We’re afraid for our safety, that something will happen to us or our loved ones.  We’re afraid for our church, that we’ll continue struggling.  Beloved, God did not give us a spirit of fear!  These fears do not come from God!  And we should not act on them nor act from them.  Instead, we dare to believe that we received a spirit of adoption as God’s sons and daughters.  We dare to believe that we are God’s children, God’s beloved children, and that God provides enough, maybe not to meet all our wants, but certainly all our needs.  God ensures our safety.  We talked a few weeks ago about how only because of God can we lie down in safety.  And God has the final say on his church.  To quote a professor of mine from Duke Divinity School, “God is gonna get what God wants.”[1]  It means that the resurrected Christ cannot be stopped, not by anything, even death.  And if we spend so much time and energy worrying about and being fearful for the future of this church, then we are not fulfilling the great commission to make disciples of Jesus Christ.  To quote an article I read this week from a United Methodist college student and aspiring pastor, “As United Methodist Christians, the fear of death shouldn’t be what motivates us to do ministry because it distracts us from really matters: being faithful to who God is and the life that he promises us. When we allow fear and death to define us, we begin to forget who we are, allowing the world to take away the reality we see through Christ and replacing it with its own reality.”  When we allow fear and death to define us, we forget who we are and whose we are.  God will provide enough for his church, somehow, some way.  The future of the church may not look like the past.  The Church today is quite different than it was a hundred years ago, and that’s just one-twentieth of the Church’s history.  And that’s ok.  The ministry we do here does not stem from fear.  It stems from responding to God’s call, which brings us to our Old Testament reading this morning. 
            Our Old Testament lesson was the story of God calling the prophet Isaiah.  Today, we dare to believe that God still calls.  On my drive to the previous church I served, in North Carolina, I would drive past another church who had a banner at their entrance that said just that, “God is still speaking.”  I saw that every time I drove to church, God is still speaking.  God is still calling.  This passage from Isaiah is about Isaiah’s own call, which comes in the form of a vision.  Isaiah’s initial response is basically to say that he is not worthy.  The creature in his vision touches his mouth as a means of forgiving his sins (remember, this is before Jesus Christ).  And then Isaiah hears the Lord call, “Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?”, and Isaiah answers, “Here I am.  I’ll go.  Send me.” 
Many of us here know and can give testimony that God still calls.  In different ways, at different times, to do different things, God invites us to join in his work in his world.  And I believe that God is still calling this church, that’s why we’re still here.  God isn’t done with us yet.  And so our work is to listen to what God is calling us to do, a process called discernment, and then to do it.  We don’t just listen to God’s call, if we really hear it, then it also compels us to act and answer the call.  The prophet Jeremiah described God’s Word as a fire in his bones that he could not contain, he could not hold it in.[2]  Listening to God’s Word compelled him to act on it.  Jeremiah literally could not keep quiet about, no matter how much he wanted to or how hard he tried.  And he really wanted to, because much of what God told him to prophecy was not pleasant to listen to and people made fun of him and mocked him all the time. 
When we receive God’s Spirit, then “the Holy Spirit works within us, that being born through water and the Spirit, we may be faithful disciples of Jesus Christ.”[3]  If that sounds familiar, it’s because it’s the prayer we pray at the end of a baptism.  It also echoes our Gospel reading, Jesus’ explanation to Nicodemus about being born again, through water and the Spirit.  It echoes the passage from Romans, in the Spirit working within us, guiding us and leading us into all truth, affirming that we are, in fact, beloved children of God, and the work of a disciples being faithfulness, not fear.  And it’s a response to God calling.  There are many ways to respond to God’s call, baptism among them.  And so this is my prayer for you today, “May the Holy Spirit work within you, that being born through water and the Spirit, you may be a faithful disciple of Jesus Christ.”  Amen.




[1] This quote and much of what follows comes from http://www.ministrymatters.com/all/entry/6072/saving-the-umc
[2] Jeremiah 20:9
[3] UMH 37

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Finger Paint in the Carpet

Pentecost Sunday
May 24, 2015
Acts 2:1-21; Psalm 104:24-35; John 15:26-27, 16:4b-15

            Messy.  I am slowly coming to grips with the fact that a house with two little kids is going to be messy.  Oh sure, things get picked up, the house gets cleaned, but how long until the toys are all over the floor again?  2.2 seconds.  Maybe less.  A house with kids is messy.  And what comes next?  A house with teenagers may be clean, but more often than not, the teenager’s room is messy.  How many people here like messes?  Who would rather be neat and organized?  And yet how many of our houses actually reflect our desire for tidiness and cleanliness? Messes seem to be a fact of life, although hopefully not a permanent state of being. 
A mess seems to be the state of things on the first Pentecost Day.  The disciples were all together in one place, in a house.  And suddenly this sound of a howling wind fills the house, so it gets really loud.  And each of them are filled with the Holy Spirit and they begin to speak in other languages all at the same time! The word that comes to mind to describe this mess of noise is cacophony, a harsh, meaningless mixture of sounds.  It’s bad enough when everyone talks at the same time in the same language!  Then, maybe you might be able to understand the person talking closest to you.  But twelve people speaking twelve different languages all talking at the same time?  It sounds like a recipe for an auditory disaster.  In fact, the noise was so harsh and so messy that a crowd gathered outside the house.  The crowd was surprised and bewildered and amazed, and really, didn’t know what to make of this noisy mess.  Some people searched for meaning in it; others thought it was meaningless, and the only possible explanation could be that the disciples were drunk. 
            Those who searched for meaning in it had the right response, because this cacophony wasn’t meaningless.  This was a mess with a purpose.  Jerusalem, in those days, was what we would call today a global community, with people from all over the world living there, and what’s interesting is that each one of them could pick out their native tongue from among all the languages being spoken in the mess.  They each heard the Gospel in their own language!  When you live in another country you don’t often hear your native language.  It becomes a big deal when you do hear it and you pay more attention than you might otherwise.  These people, who rarely heard their mother tongue in public places, heard the disciples proclaiming the great things that God has done, each in their own language.  In the middle of that mess of noise, the Gospel was shared. 
            This might be like a hearing aid, which is designed to make speech more intelligible and to minimize background noise.  Only in this case, it would be a hearing aid to help you hear your own language, and tune out the other noises.  Sometimes that’s what we have to do in a mess, figure out what the most important thing is, and focus on that first.  Then, from there, we can figure out how to deal with the rest of the mess. 
            Sometimes we find ourselves in messes of our own creation.  It may be as simple as how messy the kitchen looks when you’ve brought all the groceries in or the mess of clothes as you work on laundry.  It may be the mess that results from being creative, like cooking and baking and painting and gardening.  Other times, though, we find ourselves in messes not of our own choosing or our own creating.  We find ourselves in the mess of a disease and doctors and hospital mazes.  Or we inherit a mess and have to clean it up before we can do anything with anything.  Or out of love for someone, we take on their mess as our own, because they need help finding their way out of their mess.  What’s interesting about this cacophonic mess of Pentecost is that it is a mess God created.  While Jesus promises the coming of the Holy Spirit in the Gospel passage we read, he never said just how the Spirit was going to show up.  It could have been quietly and discreetly or with a loud trumpet and procession, something nice and neat and orderly.  But no, the Holy Spirit shows up and creates a mess.  In creating the Church, because Pentecost is known as the Church’s birthday, the Holy Spirit makes a huge, confusing, disconcerting mess!  Sometimes we create the mess, sometimes God creates the mess, and sometimes the mess is a result of sin in the world and things not working how they should.  The good news is that, just like at Pentecost, God can work through the mess.  And that’s a good thing.  Sharing the good news in the middle of that mess is how God often works.  He doesn’t wait until everything’s nice and neat and orderly.  You’d never get anything done then!  It’s like a couple who wants to wait to have children until they have the right house, the right jobs, the right financial situation… those things are all good, but there never is going to be the right time.  In the process of getting your ducks in a row, you’re always going to keep finding more ducks out of place, making a mess out of your row. 
The good news is that God creates order from messes.  He’s done this ever since the beginning, when the earth was a “formless void,” and God brought form and shape and order to the chaos.[1]  Today, Pentecost Sunday, is known as the birthday of the Church because the good news of Jesus Christ was spread to people from other places.  In that loud, harsh, seemingly meaningless cacophony of everyone talking at the same time in different languages, the church was born.  God created the church out of that ragtag group of Jesus’ followers, through the messy chaos of the Holy Spirit coming on Pentecost.  You’d think God might have come up with a cleaner solution, but he didn’t.  He didn’t just work through the mess; he created the mess to make something beautiful come out of it.    
We heard about God creating in our psalm this morning, too, which proclaims God’s wisdom and provision to his creation.  It talks about how all of God’s creatures look to him to give them their food in due season.  It’s all organized, on a schedule, with seasons that cycle one after the other.  You know, God actually likes routine.  We tend to look for God in the extraordinary, in the special events, at the times of greatest joy or greatest sorrow, but God’s there in the everyday, too.  The everyday, boring, routine, mundane parts of life are also where we can find God.  I mentioned a couple weeks ago that the prayer that I read on Mother’s Day about the wide spectrum of motherhood was written by a woman named Amy Young.  Amy Young keeps a blog called “The Messy Middle.”  She describes it as the place “where the pains, joys, boredoms, frustrations, interests, relationships, and God reside. It’s not as easy or clean or simple or safe as life on the perimeter, but there’s no place I’d rather be.”[2]  And she says, “The messy middle exists everywhere! The Messy Middle is not so much about a location, as an attitude. Am I going to take a risk, live life, and when I fail, fail towards God? Do I see God not only in the extraordinary, but in the ordinary too?”  It’s usually the things that are different, that aren’t routine, that catch our attention, but the ordinary, routine stuff is important, too.  It’s why sports coaches have the players do drills, to make sure they know the basic, usual, predictable moves on the field.  You have to make sure you get those down and can do them well.  The ordinary is important, too. 
            One of the most ordinary parts of life is water.  And yet water can be used to clean up all kinds of messes.  We wash just about everything in water to get rid of the mess and make it clean.  Clothes, dishes, even ourselves become clean in something as common as water.  We use water to restore order and get rid of the mess.  In the Church, we do this through baptism.  God washes away the mess of our sin through the waters of baptism.  It’s another way of creating order from a mess.  It’s the gift of new birth, bringing forth something new from something old.  In the Great Thanksgiving for the Easter Season in the Book of Worship we declare that “Once we were no people, but now we are God’s people, declaring his wonderful deeds in Christ, who called us out of darkness and into his marvelous light.”[3] 
Life is messy, and I’m sure each of you have your own messes that you’re dealing with, whether it was one of your own choosing or your own creating, or not.  Life is messy, including church life, but God knows how to work through it, how to send the Holy Spirit in, and create something beautiful from the mess.  He may make things messier first, like he did with that mess of a noise at Pentecost.  But God is a God who brings order to chaos, who calms the seas, who drives out demons, who doesn’t care if the toys aren’t all picked up, and doesn’t care if we have our ducks in a row first before we come to him or not.  Look at that very first miracle Jesus did at the wedding in Cana.[4]  His mom tells him the wine has run out and he says, “it’s not my problem; my time has not yet come.”  His mom tells the servants, “do whatever he tells you,” and all of a sudden, it somehow became Jesus’ time as he then gives the servants instructions.  Don’t let the mess in your life be meaningless.  It may be harsh, it may be senseless, it may hurt your ears and your other senses, but don’t let it be meaningless.  Give it to God, let him work through it, and it’ll become like broken glass that reflects more light than a solid pane of glass.  And then trust Jesus, when he says how beautiful you have become, because of your mess. 



[1] Genesis 1:2
[3] United Methodist Book of Worship, p. 66
[4] John 2:1-11

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

The Circle Is Wide

6th Sunday of Easter
May 10, 2015
Mother’s Day
Acts 10:44-48; 1 John 5:1-6; John 15:9-17

            On a recent episode of “NCIS: Los Angeles” one of the main characters, Detective Deeks signs up for the Big Brother/Big Sister mentoring program.[1]  He’s very excited about all that he has in common with the Little Brother assigned to him… until the end of the episode when there’s a last minute change due to a scheduling conflict and a different Little Brother is assigned to him, one with whom he has very little in common.  Detective Deeks’ supervisor responds that it is similar to actual parenting, “You can have all the expectations you want when you have children, but you can never predict who you’re going to end up with.”  The same can be said for God’s children as well.  You can have all the expectations you want of God’s children, what we’ll look like, how we’ll behave, what our interests will be, but there’s no telling just what each child of God will be like. 
This difference between expectations and reality is part of the conundrum faced by Peter and the early Church in our reading from Acts this morning.  They expected the Church, their fellow believers, to be exclusively Jewish, like them.  But this whole chapter of Acts 10 is about the early Church coming to realize that God loves everyone and doesn’t show partiality to one group over another.  Instead, God treats everyone on the same basis.[2]  The chapter begins with a man named Cornelius, who is a religious man who worships God and gives generously to the poor, but is not a Jew.  God tells Cornelius to send for Peter and so he sends a couple of his servants to go get Peter.   While they’re on their way, Peter is praying and has a vision of being told to kill and eat animals that are ritually unclean in the Jewish tradition, such as wild birds and reptiles.  Peter says, “Certainly not!  I’ve never eaten anything unclean.”[3]  And God says, “Do not consider anything unclean that God has declared clean.”[4]  This happens three times and at the end of the vision is when Cornelius’ servants arrive and invite Peter to Cornelius’ house.  Peter goes, and when he gets there, he tells Cornelius, “You know very well that a Jew is not allowed by his religion to visit or associate with Gentiles. But God has shown me that I must not consider any person ritually unclean or defiled. And so when you sent for me, I came without any objection. I ask you, then, why did you send for me?”[5]  Cornelius explains that God told him to and in response, Peter says, “I really am learning that God doesn’t show partiality to one group of people over another. Rather, in every nation, whoever worships him and does what is right is acceptable to him.  This is the message of peace he sent to the Israelites by proclaiming the good news through Jesus Christ: He is Lord of all!”[6] And Peter explains the good news about Jesus and it’s while he was speaking that the Holy Spirit shows up and falls on everyone present, as we read this morning.  What Peter learns here is that Jesus didn’t come just to save the Jewish people, the ethnic and religious group he was part of, he came to save everyone.  The circle is wide of those who belong to God’s family and the early Church had to change its ways to keep up with what God was doing.  Their expectations was that Christianity was a sect of Judaism but they learned that God had come to offer salvation to the whole world, people of every race and tribe.  God’s family is bigger than they realized. 
Then, we have that statement from 1 John about God’s family: “Everyone who believes that Jesus is the Christ is a child of God. Everyone who loves the parent loves the child of the parent.”[7]  I was actually told something similar to this a couple weeks ago by a church member.  She said “We love you, Heather, and I think that’s why folks love your children so much.”  Apparently, so I’ve heard, there are some among us who aren’t kid-people, but I have no idea who you are because everyone has embraced my children.  The gist is that you welcome my children, and their noises, because you welcome me, and for that I am very appreciative and grateful.  I realize that I am not your first female pastor and I am not your youngest pastor, but I am the first one with young children.  So, considering that we’re all one family, I do want to ask you uncles and aunts to please help watch out for my children.  If it’s not something you’d have let your children do, then don’t let mine do it, either.  I’ve noticed that Marylanders seem a little less inclined to interfere with another person’s family.  However, please, if you see one of my children doing something they shouldn’t, or more likely, going somewhere they shouldn’t, please, you have my permission to stop them.  They are your children, too, in the sense that we all belong to one church family.  We are all part of God’s family.  And that, on the small scale, is what the 1 John passage is talking about.  If we love God, then we love all God’s children, too. 
            This is just another way of stating the commandment that Jesus gives in our Gospel reading: “Love each other just as I have loved you.”[8]  And what does that mean?  To love each other, even when people hurt us, rather than love us back.  To obey God, even at the cost of our life.  To produce fruit that will last, which we can only do if we remain in Christ and keep his commandment.  Loving each other is going to look different for each person.  It depends on the need.  I am the oldest of three sisters and my mom once explained that she loves us all equally, but not all the same, because we’re not the same person.  You’ve met my youngest sister, and you can see how different she and I are.  Our middle sister is equally different from both of us.  She’s a violinist and one way our mom shows love to her is by going to her concerts.  But it would be ludicrous for her to go to a concert because she loves me.  It’s like loving a baby by taking care of her by changing her diaper, but you wouldn’t change a diaper on a ten year old.  The needs are different and how we show love to one person isn’t going to be how we show love to another person. 
            Beloved, our community is in need, as we well know.  Over the next couple weeks you will hear more about two ways that the United Methodist Church is addressing those needs.  The mission project at Annual Conference this year is a book drive. There is a need for books for the children in our communities so that they have books to read this summer when they are out of school.  There is also a need for health and hygiene items for our brothers and sisters directly affected by the unrest.  We will collect these items and distribute them at a couple of the United Methodist Churches downtown.  These are physical, tangible ways to show love to our community and I hope you’ll participate in them.  The children’s books I will take to Annual Conference in a couple weeks, which is why there are only two Sundays to collect them.  If you’re interested in taking the health and hygiene items with me to Sandtown-Winchester, please let me know. 
            We love everyone in God’s family, because we love God.  However, we show love to different people in different ways, that’s something my momma taught me, and in honor of Mother’s Day and the wide range of mothers that are out there, I’d like to close with a litany on the spectrum of motherhood, by a lady named Amy Young:[9]

Litany on the Spectrum of Motherhood:

    To those who gave birth this year to their first child—we celebrate with you.

    To those who lost a child this year – we mourn with you.

    To those who are in the trenches with little ones every day and wear the badge of food stains – we appreciate you.

    To those who walk the hard path of infertility, fraught with pokes, prods, tears, and disappointment – we walk with you. Forgive us when we say foolish things. We don’t mean to make this harder than it is.

    To those who are foster moms, mentor moms, and spiritual moms – we need you.

    To those who have warm and close relationships with your children – we celebrate with you.

    To those who have disappointment, heart ache, and distance with your children – we sit with you.

    To those who lost their mothers this year – we grieve with you.

    To those who experienced abuse at the hands of your own mother – we mourn with you that your childhood was not as it should have been.

    To those who lived through driving tests, medical tests, and the overall testing of motherhood – we are better for having you in our midst.

    To those who are single and long to be married and mothering your own children – we mourn that life is not turning out the way you long for it to be.

    To those who step-parent – we walk with you on these complex paths.

    To those who envisioned lavishing love on grandchildren – yet that dream is not yet or will not be, we grieve with you.

    To those who will have emptier nests in the upcoming year – we grieve and rejoice with you.

    To those who placed children in the guardianship of others – we commend you for your selflessness and remember how you hold that child in your heart.

    And to those who are pregnant with new life, both expected and surprising – we anticipate with you.

    This Mother’s Day, we walk with you. Mothering is not for the faint of heart and we have real warriors in our midst. We remember you and what you have taught us and we give thanks to God for you.  Amen.




[1] NCIS:LA, “Field of Fire,” Aired 4/27/15
[2] Acts 10:34
[3] Acts 10:14
[4] Acts 10:15
[5] Acts 10:28-29
[6] Acts 10:34-36
[7] 1 John 5:1
[8] John 15:12

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

One Big, Happy Family, Whether We Like It or Not

5th Sunday of Easter
May 3, 2015
Acts 8:26-40; Psalm 22:25-31; 1 John 4:7-21

            Among the online articles I read this week was one about community by the Christian author Philip Yancey.  You may recognize that name as the author of the best-selling books “The Jesus I Never Knew” and “What’s So Amazing about Grace?” He is also a former editor for Christianity Today magazine.  He now also keeps a blog and this past Thursday’s entry was titled, “Small is Large.”[1]  It was about his recent visit to a megachurch and how, while there are currently 1,300 congregations in the U.S. which qualify as megachurches and average more than 2000 in their weekly attendance, most Americans still are part of churches with less than 200 members.  Most Americans are part of churches that are our size, or perhaps a little larger.  And whereas it’s easy to find the advantages that megachurches have, Philip Yancey wrote about some of the benefits of attending a smaller church.  One advantage is that it’s easier to find a parking spot!  Another is that it causes us to be in community with people who are not like us. Philip Yancey quotes another Christian author, G.K. Chesterton, who wrote, “The man who lives in a small community lives in a much larger world…. The reason is obvious.  In a large community we can choose our companions.  In a small community our companions are chosen for us.”  When there are lots of people to choose who to hang out with, we often choose people who are a lot like us, whether the same age, or the same gender, or the same marital status, or same love of fishing, or what-have-you, and that can quite easily cause the group to turn into a clique.  Only people like us allowed.  But in a smaller group of people, we have to hang out with everyone and it is much harder work to form a community, to be in a community, with people who are different from us.  Philip Yancey cites Ephesians 3, which talks about God’s secret plan through the church, which is made up of people from different backgrounds, which you can see just by looking around at us.  “By forming a community out of diverse members, we have the opportunity to capture the attention of the world and even the supernatural world beyond.”[2]  How do we form a community when everyone’s so different from each other?  With lots of love, patience, and grace. 
            We have been reading from 1 John since Easter and it is an epistle, or letter, that is all about love.  This week’s passage tells us that “We love because God first loved us.  If we say we love God, and hate a brother or sister, we are liars, because we cannot love God, whom we have not seen, if we do not love our brothers and sisters, whom we have seen.  The command that Christ has given us is this: whoever loves God must love their brother and sister also.”[3]  Love is how we stay in community with each other in spite of our differences.  No one in close relationships always get along with each other.  There are going to be disagreements and differences of opinion simply because God made us different.  The key is that even when there is conflict, we still stay in relationship with each other because we love each other and we love God.  John’s letter also says, “This is love: it is not that we loved God but that he loved us and sent his Son as the sacrifice that deals with our sins.”[4]  When differences escalate to the point of conflict, it’s because sin has gotten involved somehow, whether in the form of pride or greed or arrogance or envy or anger or something else.  And John’s letter reminds us that God loves us so much that he sent his Son to be the means by which our sins are forgiven.  This is love.  God loved us first, love comes from God, and we are to love God with all our heart, with all our soul, and with all our strength.  And we are to love our neighbor as ourselves, regardless of how much like us that neighbor is. 
            Patience, one of the other fruits of the Spirit listed in Galatians 5, is also key in forming and staying in community with people who are difference from us.  Look, for example, at the patience Philip shows toward the Ethiopian man in our Acts passage this morning.  Now, here are two people who are very different: Philip is one of the original twelve disciples, originally from the town of Bethsaida, and hand-picked and called by Jesus to “follow me.”  In contrast, this man in the carriage is from Ethiopia, not just a different country, but a different continent, he works for the government, and he’d never heard of Jesus.  One last difference between them is that Philip probably had a wife and children whereas the Ethiopian man was a eunuch, which is to say, he’s sterile, so that he wasn’t a threat to the Ethiopian queen.  So, the Holy Spirit tells Philip to approach this man, who appears to have practically nothing at all in common with him.  Philip listens to God and goes over to the carriage and hears the man reading and discovers that they might have something else in common.  So Philip asks, “Do you understand what you are reading?”  And the man says, “How can I, unless someone explains it to me?”[5]  And Philip takes the time to not just explain the passage from Isaiah to him but also to share with him the Good News about Jesus!  And then Philip continues to travel with him some more!  I said patience is necessary for community, but perhaps a more accurate word might be time!  Philip spends a lot of time with the Ethiopian man, staying with him until the Holy Spirit takes him away, but not before the man is baptized and officially joins the community of faith.  Because of Philip’s willingness to spend time with and have lots of patience with someone who was very different from him, Philip was able to share the Gospel and baptize a new convert to Christianity.  Philip was able to grow his community. 
            You see, our community of faith, both here locally and on the grand scale has lots of different people in it.  People we’re not always going to get along with, people we’re not always going to like.  And yet, just because they rub us the wrong way does not make them any less a child of God, does not make them any less beloved, does not make them any less deserving of our love, because we are called to love each other unconditionally.  That’s what grace is, unconditional love.  That’s how God loves us, and that’s how we are to love our brothers and sisters.  Our passage from 1 John says, “There is no fear in love; perfect love drives out fear, because fear expects punishment. The person who is afraid has not been made perfect in love.”  It turns out all those times the Bible tells us “do not be afraid” and all the times we’re told to “love God and love one another” are basically telling us the same thing.  To love God is to not be afraid.  To love each other is to not be afraid of each other.  Our Psalm this morning says that “all the families of the nations shall worship before the Lord,”[6] much like the vision in Revelation 7 where people from every race, tribe, nation, and language all worship together.[7]  In the small church, where we can’t group by people who have the same hobbies we do, we actually live closer into this vision of different kinds of people all worshiping together.  We have learned how to get along, because we have to.  There is no other service to go to instead or different small group to go to instead.  We have, more or less, figured out how to love each other unconditionally and to not be afraid of each other.  We have figured out how to show each other grace, because we have to. 
            Philip Yancey likens a small church to a family reunion, where you encounter all kinds of people you might not normally associate with, if given the choice, and a wide range of people, with views all over the political spectrum, lives all over geographic spectrum, and different paths chosen.  Yet they all have in common similar DNA, which makes them all part of the same family.  We are also like that.  We have a wide range of backgrounds and careers and life choices all right here, represented among us.  And we’re all part of the same family, God’s family.  So, no, we’re not all always going to get along.  But we do form a community where we can model love and patience and grace, unconditional love, and when the world sees that happen, well, it’ll blow them away.  And what a witness that will be!




[2] Ibid.
[3] 1 John 4:19-21, emphasis mine
[4] 1 John 4:10
[5] Acts 8:29-31
[6] Psalm 22:27b
[7] Revelation 7:9-10