Tuesday, May 31, 2016

A Time to Grieve

2nd Sunday after Pentecost
May 29, 2016
1 Kings 18:20-39; Galatians 1:1-12; Luke 7:1-10


            You might think it goes against my grain to preach a sermon related to Memorial Day, or any other civic holiday, for that matter. I have a couple seminary professors who would be scandalized, because they insist on separation of church and state, and the church is for God, not for our country (or for any other country, for that matter). Yet when I preach on Mother’s Day, I often include Mother’s Day themes, and that’s not a church holy day, either. So, given what we’ve been going through as a church, the theme of Memorial Day seemed especially appropriate this year. One of the things I read this past week about Memorial Day and the church is that there may be folks who want to explicitly keep Memorial Day to remember fallen soldiers only, those who died in active military service, which is what the day was designed for. However, I also learned from a fellow United Methodist pastor in North Carolina that the churches in her community all combine for a Memorial Day service on that Sunday and that it’s essentially what we would call an All Saints’ service for that community. They read out the names and remember all who have passed away during the past year in their community, just like we do the first Sunday in November. And I thought Memorial Day like All Saints’ Day, now that I can get behind, and that makes sense for us as a church. Celebrating the theme of Memorial Day makes sense for us as a church because…
Cowenton: We lost three members in four days. It has left us feeling a bit stunned, I think. And you wanted to stop answering your phone or checking your email.
Piney Grove: We are a church that is grieving. And we have been for quite a while.
One of the pieces of advice given at the Festival of Homiletics from two weeks ago was to make sure you could name and describe the time in which you live. As a country, things are going well by all the usual numbers and measurements, and yet we as a whole are angry, we’re afraid, and we’re impatient. As a church, things are going well also statistically-speaking.
Cowenton: That’s why I made it a point to put some of those stats on the bulletin board by the front door.
Piney Grove: That’s why I made it a point to include that list in the last newsletter of all the good things that are going on. I started it as a list for 2016, to make sure we remember everything this fall when we do year-end reports. But the list got so long, I realized we ought to share and celebrate this now!
Things are going well on so many levels, and yet we are also in a season of grieving. And sometimes it seems like the grieving cancels out the good things, which is why I remind you again and again and again of the good things going on. Grief can be overwhelming. Or you can think you’ve moved past it, but the truth is, it pops up at random times, and often the least expected times. We are hurting, and if we look at this morning’s texts, we find grief in all of our readings.
First, from 1 Kings, we read about the contest between Elijah and the 450 prophets of Baal. Elijah challenges them to see whose god will set on fire some dry wood. Baal, of course, doesn’t respond to his prophets, since he’s not a real god. And then Elijah seems to taunt them, he drenches his wood with water three times before praying to God to ask God to set the wood on fire. The senior pastor I served with before coming here had many fun Southern sayings, and one of my favorites was, “If that don’t light your fire, then your wood’s all wet.” Well, in this case the wood is all wet, but God is God and can set anything on fire and he burns up all the wood, the sacrifice, even the stones, the dust, and the water in the trench around the altar! And all the people who witnessed this fell on their faces and proclaimed, “The Lord is the real God!”[1] Our story ends there because if we were to read one more verse, we’d learn that Elijah got so carried away with the victory that he had all 450 prophets of Baal captured and killed. Better to end on a high note, right? But why is Elijah by himself challenging 450 false prophets? Why does he rub in his victory over them? Because Elijah is the only prophet of God left. King Ahab of Israel, who worshiped Baal, had killed all the other prophets of the Lord. Elijah is the only one left a prophet of the Lord. Don’t you think he’s grieving, too? Don’t you think that has an impact on him? All of his colleagues have been killed, he’s the only one left. And he acquits himself fantastically with this challenge with Baal’s prophets. And then he seeks revenge for the deaths of his friends by having those other prophets killed, too. The things we do in the midst of grief. We don’t always make the best choices. After this is when Elijah runs away to God’s holy mountain and eventually hears God’s still, small voice, a story which we’ll read in a couple weeks. Grief can make you fearless, like taking on 450 people at once. And it can make you over-zealous, when you don’t just defeat those 450, but insist on killing them as well.
Our Epistle lesson also has a lesson on grief in it. No one dies this time, yet listen again to what Paul writes, “I’m amazed that you are so quickly deserting the one who called you by the grace of Christ to follow another gospel. It’s not really another gospel, but certain people are confusing you and they want to change the gospel of Christ.”[2] Paul is writing to the churches in Galatia, plural, because Galatia is a region, not a town. And these are churches he personally started and a region he traveled all over evangelizing; you can read about it for yourself in Acts 13-14. Paul personally has something at stake in these churches and so it’s understandable that he’s so upset that some folks are trying to change Christ’s gospel and preaching that you’re saved by what you do, rather than by what Jesus did. It’s not too different, really, from a parent who’s brought up a child and then has to watch while that child makes poor decisions. And when things that you set in motion go different than according to plan, even though you no longer are in control of it, you may well grieve that loss. Paul may write, “I’m amazed that you’re so quickly deserting God,” and other translations say I’m astonished or I’m surprised or I’m shocked, yet this isn’t a pleasant surprise. This isn’t the shock of a surprise birthday party, this is a sad “I can’t believe you did this.” And then having to grieve; the church was on this trajectory, and now they’re on this one, down here. Something you created did not go as you had hoped. A minor example would be a cake that didn’t rise. A life-changing example would be a grown child choosing a path that leads away from God. And there’s grief, grief that things did not turn out how you had hoped. The churches Paul planted in Galatia are turning toward another gospel, one that is contrary to the gospel of Christ. While presumably his letter has some effect in bringing folks back around, there’s always grief for those you lose.
Finally, our Gospel story today has someone on their death bed, a servant who is very ill and about to die. His master is a Roman centurion who is beloved by the Jewish people he oversees. The Jewish elders who go to Jesus say that “he loves our people and he built our synagogue for us.”[3] This centurion is obviously a very compassionate, caring leader. And so when one of his servants is so sick that he’s not expected to make it, he doesn’t say “Oh well, now I gotta hire someone else,” and see people and servants as disposable; no, he sends for Jesus and asks Jesus to heal the servant. Grief often begins before the event happens. We tend to start feeling sad when we know something sad is coming, even before it’s here. This centurion appears to stay in control of his emotions, yet you can hear he’s hurting from what the Jewish elders say about him. “He deserves to have you do this for him.” The centurion never directly talks with Jesus, it’s all through messengers, and these messengers beg Jesus to heal the servant on his behalf. The first thing we should do when we’re hurting is to turn to Jesus. Not to chocolate or to drink or to others who will help us throw ourselves a pity party. No, when we are grieving, we turn to Jesus. Because in the midst of loss, even loss that hasn’t happened yet but is expected, Jesus is the only one who has the words of life. Peter says that to Jesus, “Where else would we go? You alone have the words of eternal life.”[4] The centurion’s last message to Jesus asks him to “simply say the word, and my servant will be healed,” and Jesus marvels at the centurion’s faith.
Just say the word, Jesus, and I know it will be ok. I don’t know when, I don’t know how long, but I know those wonderful words of life, and I can sing them even from a place of grief, maybe in spite of the loss. Sometimes a word of life is defiant, sometimes it’s subversive, sometimes it’s hope in the face of despair. It’s resurrection, knowing that there is more to life than what I’m feeling right now. I may be overwhelmed, I may be sad, I may be angry, I may be impatient. Yet I still claim the fruits of the Spirit of love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, self-control, gentleness, and faithfulness, and there is no law against such things.[5] That comes from that same letter Paul wrote to the Galatians, near the end of it. Paul ends that chapter by saying, “If we live by the Spirit, let’s follow the Spirit. Let’s not become arrogant, make each other angry, or be jealous of each other.” Let us not sin in our grief, but turn our eyes instead to Jesus, who can handle everything we throw at him and who, in the face of grief, holds out the hope of resurrection.



[1] 1 Kings 18:39
[2] Galatians 1:6-7
[3] Luke 7:5
[4] John 6:68
[5] Galatians 5:22-23

Thursday, May 26, 2016

Wise in Whose Eyes?

Trinity Sunday
May 22, 2016
Proverbs 8:1-4, 22-31;  John 16:12-15

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            One of the important things in my marriage is that my husband and I can make each other laugh.  In a lot of ways, we have similar, or at least compatible, senses of humor.  We’re both pretty good at sarcasm, for example.  However, one area of humor where we differ is that my husband loves puns. For example, if you need an ark because of all the rain we’ve been getting, I “Noah” guy. [pause] 
Or, how about this one: The first wiseman says to the second wiseman, “I’ll bring the gold and you bring the frankincense.” And the third wiseman says, “But wait, there’s myrrh!” [pause] I do not share his love for or his interest in puns. If you have a good pun and are looking for someone to appreciate it, go share it with my husband.  If you’re looking for someone to give a good eye roll and maybe even groan out loud, come share it with me. Even though I don’t appreciate his puns, what I do love is the expression on his face when he tells them to me. He just has this big grin, ear to ear, because he is so pleased with himself that he thought of this pun. And I think he’s adorable when he does that. So, I don’t laugh at the pun, yet I often laugh at the expression on his face and how happy he is at having created a pun. In his eyes, the pun is funny. In my eyes, he’s funny. And both are okay.
            Last Sunday we celebrated the coming of the Holy Spirit on Pentecost and now today we celebrate the Trinity, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Yet our readings still seem to focus more on the Spirit than on the other two persons of the Trinity. In the Gospel, Jesus says that the Spirit of Truth will come and will guide us in all truth. In the Old Testament, now that we’re done reading from the book of Acts until next Easter, the passage from Proverbs is about Wisdom. We learn Wisdom was there from the beginning of time, before creation. If you remember from the beginning of Genesis, the first sentence of the Bible, “In the beginning… The Spirit of God hovered over the waters.” Wisdom is often considered to be the Holy Spirit. And so with the coming of Pentecost, wisdom is here, because the Holy Spirit is here. One preacher I heard last week pointed out that the Spirit didn’t stand at the door and knock, like the familiar picture of Jesus standing outside a door with his hand raised to knock to match the verse, “Behold, I stand at the door and knock.” No, the Holy Spirit swept right on in to the upper room where the disciples were hiding in fear. There was no polite knock or a call ahead of time; the Spirit just barged on in. And what we read about Wisdom is that she stands at the crossroads, not from the side of the road, and she shouts from the entrances and city gates, and the last line of the last verse in our passage from Proverbs says that she delights in the human race. Wisdom, the Holy Spirit, is here.
            I’d think that we’re well aware that wisdom is here. God knows the number of hairs on our heads, I wonder how many white or silver hairs he would count, if he were to count our collective number of white strands of hair here today? I have my own, too, lest you think I’m not contributing to that count! We know wisdom is here because we have wisdom here, among us. I know that ageism says that older folks aren’t highly valued in our society, but make sure you hear me, you are highly valued here in the church. Your worth does not diminish as you grow older. My friend, Sue, who was with me last week in Atlanta was reading a book about “eldering.” She said that the premise is that you don’t grow older, you grow elder, you grow in wisdom, you grow in knowledge. Having so many grandparents, and great-grandparents, here in our midst is a blessing, because you have the opportunity to teach those of us who are younger. Whether you have kids or grandkids of your own or not, you have church kids and church grandkids and we who live with them appreciate and need your help in raising them. One of our strengths is that we are multigenerational. Where else do you get to be with a weeks old baby and a nonagenarian (that means someone in their 90s) in the same place on a regular basis? Wisdom is here. We know this, because we can look around and see it. Let’s not be afraid to share it. While it’s true that too many cooks can spoil the broth, if you have something particular that you’ve learned or experienced, we will all be the better for you to share it with us.
One of the phrases that caught my attention in a prayer last week was about recognizing the “the values of the young and the potential of the old.”  And I went, wait a minute, did I just hear that right? Usually, we talk about the potential of the young and the values of the old. What if we switch it? The values of the young and the potential of the old. The young have values. One of the ones I saw in USA Today last week was about how millennials are more likely to buy a smaller house, and not a house that is bigger than what they really need. They saw their parents or friends’ parents or neighbors lose their houses when the housing bubble burst a few years ago, and so they are figuring out ways for that not to happen to them, like buying a house outright and not having a mortgage. And then the  potential of the old. You still have potential, no matter what your age is. You are never fully done becoming who God created you to be until the hour you die. God’s not done with you yet. You still have potential. No matter your age, both our young and our old, we all have value, have values, and have potential. There is wisdom among us to be shared. From our mistakes, from our successes, from what has happened in the past. Not to judge it, or to judge you; no one is in a position to so that but Christ himself. Simply share with us what you know, what you’ve learned, and what you still want to learn.
            So, as Jesus says, “Let those who have ears to hear,” listen and take heed. It is up to us to listen, up to us to accept, up to us to continue to join the dance. Your worth does not diminish as you age, or when you’re sick, or when you’re out of work, or when your kids are grown, or when your kids are little. You are always God’s beloved child and you always have something to contribute to God’s family: yourself. Sometimes your presence is all you have the energy to offer, and your presence is enough. Other times, you have something else to contribute, your history, your stories, your knowledge, your wisdom, things you have learned over your lifetime, regardless of the length of your lifetime. Sometimes it’s out of the mouths of babes that we hear wisdom. Other times it’s out of those of us with white hair. Wisdom is here. We know this. We may not always understand it, but we can join in the dance, anyway.

            Just as the Trinity is God, three-in-one, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, so we in the church need all of our parts as well. Just as a choir needs different voices in order to be able to sing in harmony, so does the church. A choir that is all sopranos sings only one note. The music is richer and more beautiful when you get to hear all the parts singing together. So, please, share your part with us. Join in the dance. Join in the singing. Join in the story-telling. We don’t all have to agree. We don’t all have to say, “I would have done the exact same thing if I were in your place.” What we are is all God’s beloved children. What we say to each other is “I love you. God loves you. Peace be with you. I’m at peace with you, because you are my brother and sister.” Regardless of whose eyes you’re wise in, or who thinks you’re funny, we’re still all family. We’re still all in this together, and we need everyone’s voice. Thanks be to God, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, in whom we live and move and have our being. Amen.

Thursday, May 12, 2016

When an Angel Sounds Like Your Mother

Ascension Sunday
May 8, 2016
Mother’s Day
Acts 1:1-11; Luke 24:44-53

            I’m guessing there are times when your mother has sounded like an angel. Perhaps she has a lovely singing voice and sang in the church choir. Or perhaps she’s the one who held you when you woke up from a nightmare as a child and would tell you “don’t be afraid.” Maybe she’s the one who shared the great news about Jesus with you, like the angels telling the shepherds about Jesus’ birth. Hopefully, there have been many times when your mother has sounded like an angel. In today’s passage from Acts, however, rather than a mother sounding like these angels, these two angels sound a lot like my mother. If your mom was anything like my mom, then you often got told to go do things, and not just any things, but good, helpful things. Go set the table. Go pick up your room. Go unload the dishwasher. Go feed the dog. Go see if you can help. That was a common one, especially when we were visiting somewhere. Whether Grandma’s kitchen or an aunt’s or a friend’s, Mom would nudge me and whisper in my ear, “Go see if you can help.” Anyone else’s mom do that? Go make yourself useful.  Go see how you can help those who are busy working. Sometimes, though, she had already volunteered your help, right?  I told Grandma you could help her with this. Or, not volunteered you ahead of time, but volunteered you with you present and the person you were going to help present as well, so you can’t say no. One time when I was home from college on break and our church participated in a ministry similar to Streets of Hope, except that the homeless families rotated among the churches and volunteers from each church had to spend the night at church with them. So one night my mom volunteered me. The thing about it was, was that after that, I volunteered on my own to spend the night at church once each time it was our church’s turn to host.  And I often still go into whatever kitchen of whatever host and ask how I can help.  Those kinds of things get ingrained in you. It’s our mom’s voice we can still hear in our ear, whether she’s with us or not.
            And what these angels say to the disciples, who are still staring up at heaven after Jesus, sounds a lot like my mother. I’m willing to guess that they sounded a lot like your mother, too. “Galileans, why are you standing there looking up at the sky? This Jesus, who was taken from you into heaven, will come back in the same way that you saw him go to heaven.”[1] Or, in other words, “Hey, you! Why are you just standing around? Jesus will come back. And until he does, there’s work to be done.” It’s a bit like reminding a little kid at the door that their parent is coming back. At the end of Luke’s Gospel, Jesus is taken up to heaven, and the disciples “were continuously in the temple praising God.”[2] Then Luke keeps writing, beginning the book of Acts, and he adds a few details here that he didn’t include in his gospel, like the conversation between Jesus and his disciples right before Jesus ascends to heaven. The disciples essentially say, “We know what you’re going to do. We know you’re going to restore God’s kingdom here on earth. So, when are you going to do it?”[3] It’s a question they ask repeatedly during their time with Jesus. Is now the time? Is now the time? How about now? Again, the disciples sound like little kids. Are we there yet? And like a parent tired of hearing the same question over and over again, Jesus gives them a variety of answers, usually some variation of ‘no’ or ‘not yet,’ sometimes adding an explanation of what his kingdom will be like. Yet all the disciples want to know is, is it now? We know and believe you’re the one to redeem and restore Israel, when is that coming? How long, O Lord, must we wait to see this promise fulfilled? It’s like a kid asking how old they have to be before they can do something special. (And my daughter is very quick these days to point out that she will be 4 on her next birthday!) The last answer Jesus gives before his ascension is to say, “You don’t get to know the time. Timing is the Father’s business. What you’ll get is the Holy Spirit, [which we’ll celebrate next week on Pentecost]. And when the Holy Spirit comes on you, you will be able to be my witnesses in Jerusalem, all over Judea and Samaria, even to the ends of the world.”[4]  Jesus says this, and then up he goes to heaven. And the disciples are just left staring after him, until the angels sound a lot like a mother and say, “Hey, you!  Quit standing around and go see if you can help!”
            As y’all know, there is always work to be done. Whether at your house or my house or here at church or at the place where you work or a place where you volunteer, there is always something that can be done. You cross of the last item of a to-do list just to start the next to-do list, or, have you ever moved an item (or three) from an old list to your new to-do list? The list never ends, there is always something: a floor to clean, phone calls to make, trash to take out, toys to pick up, laundry to wash, a meal to cook… It’s no wonder my mom would always tell me to go see if I could help! Waiting during this time before Jesus’ return is an active waiting. We’ve a lot to get ready and a lot to do. Don’t let the amount of it overwhelm you, because then you’ll just get a glass-eyed stare like the disciples. And don’t let it stress you or pressure you. We’re simply taking care of things until the Master returns, however long that is. Jesus says the time is not for us to know, and God’s angels remind us that there is work to be done here and now. Before Jesus ascended, he passed the baton, so to speak, to his disciples. “As he returned to God, Jesus instructed the disciples to pick up and continue his work. They were to be Jesus' witnesses, and they were to expect God to send the Holy Spirit to help them with the task.”[5]
            You see, we’re not alone in this work. Jesus says elsewhere that he will not leave us orphans, because he will send the Holy Spirit to be with us.[6] We will celebrate the coming of the Holy Spirit next week, on Pentecost.  And we also have each other. Thanks to the waters of baptism, we are all part of God’s family here at church. And this is a family where even if we don’t have our own kids, we are mothers and uncles and grandmas and big brothers and older cousins to all the kids here among us. It doesn’t look like it now, because they’re all in Sunday School, but we average about one child for every eight adults or so. Our children are important to us as a church, and part of building up our church is to build up our families. It’s helping out those with young kids. It’s making everyone feel welcome here and included. And it’s work that we do together.
So, as we stop staring at the sky or the past or whatever it is that we’re focused on yet can’t change, let’s get back to the work there is to do, the work we were given to do, to love and serve God and each other, as faithful witnesses of Christ our Lord.[7] Today, which is not only Ascension Sunday yet also Mother’s Day, we remember especially the work of mothers. The past few years I have ended my Mother’s Day sermon with a litany on the wide spectrum of motherhood, and I’d like to repeat that again today.

Litany on the Spectrum of Motherhood:[8]

    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.


Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Peace Like a River

6th Sunday of Easter
May 1, 2016
John 14:23-29
            I spent some time this week looking into the phrase “peace like a river.” If you consider the phrase by itself, it’s mean to evoke a sense of peacefulness.  If you walk down alongside a river, the whole atmosphere can be one of peace.  Yet, the river itself is not always very peaceful. For one, it’s always moving. A river is not at rest. Then, if you take a river like the Gunpowder River near us (pictured above), it’s got a series of falls and twists and turns. The river itself is not peaceful, yet the whole scene all taken together, with the woods and sun and the path along the river, all of that together, can be quite peaceful. I was trying to find the history of this phrase, and everything I found attributes it to one of two songs. There’s the song we just sang, “It Is Well with My Soul,” written by an Englishman in 1873.[1]  Horatio Spafford lost his family in a trans-Atlantic voyage from England to the U.S.  When he later made the trip, he asked the ship’s captain to stop over the spot where the previous ship had gone down.  From that spot, he wrote the words to this hymn. And there’s the African-American Spiritual, “I’ve got peace like a river, I’ve got peace like a river, I’ve got peace like a river in my soul…”[2] While the spiritual probably predates Horatio Spafford, it’s hard to know if he knew the spiritual or if he coined the phrase separately or had heard it elsewhere. The phrase is not in the Bible, and yet it’s in these two Christian songs, songs that were composed by persons walking through their own “valley of the shadow of death,”[3] and showing great and steadfast faith while they walked through a time of darkness.
            One of the things you know, if you’ve had peace coursing through you while walking through the valley of the shadow of death, is that there is no way that peace came from you. As we read in our Gospel this morning, peace, true peace, comes from Jesus. He says, “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you.”[4] Jesus gives us his own peace. And that’s how then we can not be troubled or afraid or worried or upset. When we try to create our own peace, then we often are still anxious or tense. When it’s Jesus’ peace, then it just flows through us. I think we’re pretty comfortable saying love comes from God, yet we don’t often extend that to the other fruits of the Spirit. If it’s a fruit of the Spirit, though, then it obviously comes from the Spirit, from God. Peace is one of those fruits, and I think we tend to forget that it comes from God, too.
            Peace does not come from us, initially. One December I helped the angel tree organizer deliver Christmas presents to a Hispanic family. Like many volunteer positions in any church, she was starting to feel burned out from doing this particular ministry for so many years and in our conversation in the car she tried to rationalize it, saying, I know God doesn’t give us more than we can handle. It’s a common enough saying, I’m sure we’ve all said it at some point in time. Except, that’s not actually what the Bible says. It’s a poor paraphrase of what Paul actually writes in 1 Corinthians, which is that God won’t let you be tested beyond what you can bear and that God will provide you with the strength to endure the test.[5] The other thing I pointed out to her is that sometimes we give ourselves more than we can handle. Sometimes we take on burdens that God didn’t mean for us to take on. Either we didn’t pray about it first, or we didn’t listen to God’s response to our prayer, or we just assumed that because it’s a good thing to do, therefore, we should do it. We’re not always good at setting boundaries and saying no when we really need some rest and to take care of ourselves. It’s hard to say no when we see a need, yet if we feel some hesitation about meeting it, then we need to pray first. At the last District Clergy Gathering our presenter was a nutritionist and in talking about taking care of ourselves she said, “If you can’t solve it right away, then give it back, it’s not yours to solve.” And I thought, aha!  That’s how you get peace: giving back problems that are not yours to solve. I mentioned last week that sometimes we put stumbling blocks in our own way; well, sometimes it’s our own fault that we don’t have peace. We’ve taken something on that we shouldn’t have. We didn’t pray first. We figured we could handle it, because we always have. Yet what God wants us to do is to lean on him, “trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding.”[6]  Leaning only and exclusively on our own understanding is what often gets us into trouble, or in a place that is the opposite of peace.
Peace does not come from us, and it does not come from the world, either. Jesus says, “Peace is what I leave with you; it is my own peace that I give you. I do not give it as the world does.”[7] Which then begs the question, how does the world give peace? After violence, after a war, after conflict. The peace of the world seems to be a peace you have to fight for, a peace you have to earn, and it seems to be a peace that only means the absence of conflict. Yet when we talk about peace like a river or peace that you can feel in your soul, we’re not simply saying that there’s no battle going on. There’s more to a feeling of peace than just a lack of conflict.  Uneasy truces are not peaceful. Peace is more than that. After a war there can still be anxiety and fear, but Jesus says, “do not be worried and upset; do not be afraid.”[8] What he offers is a peace with no fear, a peace that is not restless or nervous, a peace that may not always make sense, given the circumstances.
See, probably the most famous Bible verse about God’s peace is Philippians 4:7 where Paul writes, “God's peace, which is far beyond human understanding, will keep your hearts and minds safe in union with Christ Jesus.” God’s peace is the peace that passes all understanding. We don’t always understand this peace, we just know when it’s there, and we can feel it. This is the peace that let Horatio Spafford say “it is well with my soul,” in spite of circumstances that would have declared otherwise. The world may look at you and either a, help you throw yourself a pity party, or b, say, “no wonder you’re tired and anxious! You should get your doctor to give you some Xanax.” Jesus looks at you and says, “Come to me, all you are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.”[9] Jesus says, come find your rest in me. Come find peace in me. Come, receive my own peace. You don’t have to earn it; you just have to receive it, it’s offered freely. Just as Jesus told the wind and the waves on the Sea of Galilee so long ago, “Peace!  Be still!,”[10] let him also tell whatever storm is raging in the river of your soul, “Peace. Be still. Don’t be troubled or afraid. I am with you.”
            I don’t know if peace is what you’re lacking in your life right now, although I imagine there’s probably at least one area in each of our lives where we’re not at peace. It may an outright conflict, or just an uneasy truce. I invite you to pray about it, to bring it to God, lay it at his feet, and wait a minute before you just leave it there.  Wait a minute, so that you can listen for God’s response to your prayer. The response may be to just walk away and leave it with him. It may be that you need to talk with someone. It may be that you need to give back a problem that’s not yours to solve or put down a burden that God never meant for you to carry. I invite you to continue in prayer about it while we move into our prayer hymn. For the month of May, we’ll be singing “In His Time.”[11]




[1] UMH 377
[2] The Faith We Sing, 2145
[3] Psalm 23:4
[4] John 14:27a
[5] 1 Corinthians 10:13
[6] Proverbs 3:5, NKJV
[7] John 14:27a, GNB
[8] John 14:27b, GNB
[9] Matthew 11:28
[10] Mark 4:39
[11] TFWS 2203