Tuesday, July 24, 2012

The Zax: When Good Turns Bad, Things Get Ugly


Luke 15:11-31; Psalm 32
July 22, 2012

Today we are continuing our Dr. Seuss sermon series.  This is week three out of four of exploring how Dr. Seuss stories illuminate lessons from the Bible.  The parable of the prodigal son that we just read is familiar to most of us.  However, I don’t know that Dr. Seuss’s story of “The Zax” is as familiar.  It’s found in his collection of short stories called “The Sneetches and Other Stories” and it involves two Zax making tracks in the prairie of Prax. 

[8&11]: One Zax is a North-Going Zax and the other Zax is a South-Going Zax, and as you might imagine, the prairie of Prax isn’t big enough for the both of them.  As one goes north and one goes south, they bump into each other, foot to foot and face to face. 
          The North-Going Zax says, “Look here, now!  I say!  You are blocking my path.  You are right in my way.  I’m a North-Going Zax and I always go north.  Get out of my way, now, and let me go forth!”
“Who’s in whose way?” snaps the South-Going Zax.  “I always go south, making south-going tracks.  So you’re in MY way!  And I ask you to move  and let me go south in south-going groove.”
Then the North-Going Zax puffs his chest up with pride.  “I never take a step to one side.  And I’ll prove to you that I won’t change my ways if I have to keep standing here fifty-nine days!”
          And the South-Going Zax yells back, “I’ll prove to YOU that I can stand here in the prairie of Prax tor fifty-nine years!  For I live by a rule  that I learned as a boy back in South-Going School.  Never budge!  That’s my rule.  Never budge in the least!  Not an inch to the west!  Not an inch to the east!  I’ll stay here, not budging!  I can and I will if it makes you and me and the whole world stand still!”[1]
         
[9:00]: To help us out, I’ve asked two youth to play the parts of the two Zax.  Odom is the North-Going Zax and Nick is the South-Going Zax.

So… what happened here?  Neither Zax was willing to give in, willing to take just one step to the side so that they could continue their tracks.  They were each too proud, too stuck in their ways to even consider a compromise.  We are called to persevere and hold tight to our beliefs, but we must be willing to consider new ways to live out those beliefs.  Would stepping to one side, or each taking half a step so they could pass each other, have been a betrayal to their rules?  Yes, taking pride in your work, in your family, and in your church is a good thing.  But when pride makes you inflexible, it’s a problem.  When pride makes you think you don’t need anyone else, as in the case of the prodigal son, it’s a problem.  You see, the prodigal son, or, let’s just call him the younger brother, he thought he didn’t need anyone else to make his own way in the world.  He thought he could do it by himself, as long as he had his daddy’s money.  But he didn’t need his daddy, or any other member of his family.  His pride, in himself, turned into egotism and so he rudely demanded his half of the inheritance.  To do so in that culture meant that you considered your father dead to you.  And he not only acted as if his father were dead, but wanted his share NOW.  His pride had turned into ugly stubbornness.  It had to be his way and his timing.  And so, his dad acquiesces, even though it hurts.  When you’re confronted with someone and it’s their way or the highway, you’re not left with many choices.  I guess the dad figured he was losing his son either way, so at least this way, the son had some money to help him get by.  Ultimatums aren’t pretty because they force someone to act a certain way and love never forces.  That’s why although we persevere in the race set out before us and we hold tight to our beliefs, we remain open to new ways to faithfully live out those beliefs.  There’s more than one way of doing things well and change can be a good thing.  This Dr. Seuss sermon series is one example – I’ve never done anything like it and Pastor Ken, with his 25 years more of experience than me, only rarely has.  There is more than one way to persevere and be faithful. 
          The next lesson to learn from the Zax is that competition can bring out the best in us or the worst in us.  Healthy competition can bring out the best, it makes you work harder, study harder, strive to do better.  I remember in math class in high school where the teacher passed the tests back by row, so you took yours off the top and saw the grade of the person sitting behind you.  Chris always did better than me.  I studied more and would ace the test, and then I’d see his grade as I passed his paper back to him and he’d gotten the extra credit.  I don’t think I ever got a higher grade than him in that class.  But it made me study more.  Unfortunately, in the case of the Zax, I think it’s safe to say that this competition brought out the worst in them.  It’s like the staring contest, neither one is willing to blink first.  Or, how about sibling rivalry?  Can anyone relate to that?  It’s what we hear from the older brother after his younger brother returns:  “IT’S NOT FAIR!  Dad, how dare you accept your son back and not only that but throw him a party!  He’s thrown away the money you gave him and you welcome him home with a party?!?!  I’ve spent my whole life working for you, I’ve never disobeyed you or disowned you, like this other son of yours.  And you welcome him back?!”  Anyone remember telling your parents it’s not fair over something your sibling did?  Or hearing it from your own kids?  I identify very well with the older brother in this story; I get him and where he’s coming from.  Any other obedient oldest siblings out there, you do everything you’re asked and are perfectly obedient?  And yet your parents still love your younger siblings, too [sigh].  I was in my early 20s before I ever began to understand either the youngest son or the father and see a different point of view in this parable besides the older brother’s.  Friendly rivalry is one thing; fanaticism, like to the point of the riots that happen with some soccer matches in the rest of the world, is totally different.  In Egypt this past February, 73 fans were killed in a riot at a soccer game, the deadliest riot since 1996 when 78 fans were killed at a match in Guatemala.[2]  That’s extreme fanaticism that brings out the worst.  Or, let’s bring it a little closer to home.  You know, it was in school that those two Zax were trained to never budge.  They didn’t come up with it on their own.  Now, I was raised a Duke fan.  My parents both went to undergrad at Duke.  We lived lots of places while I was growing up, not moving to North Carolina until I was in high school.  When we moved here, I quickly learned that you had to have a favorite out of Duke, UNC, and NC State, and I was glad I already had one.  However, what I also learned was that you had to hate the other two schools.  You couldn’t even wear those schools’ colors.  My mom went back to school for her master’s at UNC a year after we moved here and in support of her I wore a UNC Nursing shirt.  It was gray with navy lettering, no light blue or UNC symbol anywhere on it, and I was still given a hard time by my friends for wearing a UNC shirt.  One of the best side effects of dating my husband was that I could add red back to my wardrobe, since he’s a State grad.  I had been trained as a child to love Duke; I had not been trained to hate UNC or State.  And, honestly, since I’ve been serving here, I’ve even added a little light blue back to my wardrobe, too.  Let competition and rivalry bring out the best, not the worst in you. 
Unlike most Dr. Seuss stories, the Zax has an unhappy ending.  Neither Zax budges, and, of course, the world doesn’t stand still and wait for them.  The last picture in the story is of how the new highway was built right over those two stubborn Zax and civilization was built around them.  The Zax stay un-budged in their tracks, their conflict unresolved.  Similarly, Jesus doesn’t give a resolution to the parable.  We don’t know what the older son decides to do, whether to join the party or to stay mad out in the fields.  What we do know is the father’s response to his sons.  His younger son he immediately welcomes, accepts, and forgives.  There is no hesitation.  The father, of course, represents God in this story, and God is always ready to forgive, no matter how extreme the transgression.  God waits with open arms to receive us back, and he’s willing to let the past be the past.  This is what’s not fair and what the older brother complains about.  To him, the father responds very graciously: “Son, you don't understand. You're with me all the time, and everything that is mine is yours – but this is a wonderful time, and we had to celebrate. This brother of yours was dead, and he's alive! He was lost, and he's found!”  The father wants to include both his sons in this celebration.  Those of us who have been Christians all our lives don’t need to be jealous of new Christians.  Those of us who have been church members since we were in utero don’t need to feel threatened by regular visitors.  There is enough room here for everybody.  God wants to include everybody and is willing to forgive everything.  God’s the example of extreme forgiveness and it’s not ugly.  It’s a risk, yeah.  It may mean getting told “I told you so.”  It may mean discovering the long-forgotten cause of a rift from decades ago.  God forgives you and he wants you to forgive others, just as you have been forgiven.  We don’t know if the older brother forgives his younger brother for running off.  But I hope today that you will forgive whoever has wronged you.  It’s part of the Lord’s Prayer, right?  “Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who have trespassed against us.”  I don’t know who’s trespassed against you.  I don’t know what grudge you’re carrying.  But let it go.  There’s never been a better time to risk healing a broken relationship than today. 

[8&11]: As we’re about to sing, today is a day of new beginnings.  Verse three says “let us, with the Spirit’s daring, step from the past and leave behind our disappointment, guilt, and grieving, seeking new paths, and sure to find.”  The altar is always open if you’d like to come up to pray.  I could be wrong, but I’m guessing there’s something either you need to be forgiven of or you need to forgive someone else of.  So take a moment and do so.  What have you got to lose? 

[9:00]: Today is a day of new beginnings.  And it’s all you have.  I could be wrong, but I’m guessing there’s something either you need to be forgiven of or you need to forgive someone else of.  Let’s take a moment and pray, shall we?


[1] “The Zax” in The Sneetches and Other Stories by Dr. Seuss, 1961.
[2] http://www.nytimes.com/2012/02/02/world/middleeast/scores-killed-in-egyptian-soccer-mayhem.html

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Christian Expressions: Psalm 32 rewritten

The movement of this psalm is incredible.
It begins with heavy words: transgression
                                          sin
                                          iniquity
                                          deceit
                                          guilt
And the psalmist kept silence
                          wasted away
                          groaned
                          felt heavy
                          dried up
Then in v. 5, the psalmist changed behavior, for unknown reasons,
and acknolwedged
       didn't hide
       confessed
God responded with one action: forgiveness

Then there's a major transition in v. 6 - THEREFORE
Therefore, there are faithful who offer prayer and who the water shall not reach.
And God is a hiding place
               preserves
               surrounds with glad cries
Then v. 8-9 change to God in the first person
and God himself promises to instruct
                                            teach
                                            counsel
                                            keep his eye upon you
and warns you not to be without understanding or have a temper to curb.

The psalmist ends with the torments of the wicked
to contrast with the steadfast love
                              trust
and exhortations to be glad
                              rejoice
                              shout for joy
all the upright in heart.                   

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Joel 2:21-27


[The response to the Word that I wrote last night at Christian Expressions.]

I was first aware of this passage because of my friend, Pamela.  She didn't become a Christian until she was in college and so it holds special meaning for her that God will repay her for the years the locusts have eaten, the years when she didn't know God.  The same is not true for me.  I grew up in the church, baptized at 6 weeks, confirmed at 14 years old, always active, always finding ways to be active even when there wasn't a youth group or a young adults group.  I don't know if I have years that the locusts have eaten.  I don't know if I get any repayment for anything lost.  "To whom much is given, much is demanded" (Luke 12:48).  I've never liked that line, either.  Except I think Jesus said it.  I don't like being the one with great responsibility.  Except, sometimes I do.  Sometimes I like being in charge.  I've had to learn to let go when I'm not in charge, and resist taking over, but letting others lead and be responsible.  It was a slightly rough transition last year, from being in charge of everything at my previous church to being the associate pastor here.  I'm not in charge, and yet I am.  The buck stops with me, unless I defer it to the senior pastor.  It's interesting.

Verses 26 & 27 both end with the same phrase - "and my people shall never again be put to shame."  That means God's people have been put to shame.  That even though God is good all the time and watches over us without slumbering or sleeping and we trust him to take care of us, still, we are sometimes put to shame.  But those times, God will redeem and repay us.  And will repay us by giving us plenty to eat so that we will be satisfied and praise God's name.  We shall know that the Lord is our God and there is no other.  We shall never again be put to shame.  But... does that mean we're in heaven?  Does that mean we've reached Christian perfection or sanctification?  How does it happen that we'll never again be put to shame?  Never?  Really?  I guess only God can say "never," the rest of us certainly can't.  "My people shall never again be put to shame."  When?  It feels like it's always happening, even today, on a prayer request that I got wrong from Sunday and then the new church secretary caught the flak from it, when it was my fault.  It feels like I'm often being put to shame, and deservedly so.  Or maybe that's just the pregnancy hormones.  Either way, I look forward to no longer being put to shame. 

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Visiting the Young at Heart


In college I was a member of APO, a coed service fraternity.  Semester requirements were $50 in dues and 20 hours of community service.  An elementary education major, I tended toward the service projects that involved kids: after-school tutoring, volunteering at the annual Halloween party held by the St. Louis Science Center, serving at shelters where children were also welcome.  Once, a friend talked me into serving with her at a nursing home.  I didn’t really care for it, although I can’t tell you exactly why.  I’d sung Christmas carols at nursing and retirement homes before, but at this non-Christmas event I remember not wanting to be there.  It just wasn’t for me.

However, this past year at Orange some of my most delightful visits have been with the older set.  I love hearing their stories as they reminisce about how they met their spouses or the activities they used to be involved in at the church.  At least the ones I’ve talked with aren’t sad that things aren’t how they used to be and no one’s mentioned “the good old days.”  They just share about days past and what the landscape used to look like and the major events that shaped their generation.  Rather than blame the world’s problems on the previous generation, I appreciate being reminded of why they made the choices they did.  I enjoy the intergenerational conversation.

Beyond being 15 years older and wiser and no longer quite so kid-oriented, I have a theory as to why I now enjoy these visits when I didn’t before.  I think it’s because these folks remind me of my grandparents, two of whom have passed on and the remaining two who live in Georgia and Pennsylvania.  My grandparents are forever in my memory as being in their 60s.  You know how kids don’t get to grow up in the minds of their elders?  Well, grandparents don’t get to become elderly and infirmed.  When I think of my grandparents, even the two still alive, I think of them as active and able to keep up with kids.  You know, how they were when I was a kid and spent weeks at a time with them in the summer. 

Maybe I took my grandparents for granted when I was in college, I don’t know.  But I love visiting with the folks in their 60s and older and I think it’s because they remind me of my grandparents.  I even give many of them a kiss on the cheek, just like I did with my grandmas and I do with my grandpas. 

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Psalm 11

[A new worship/prayer experience started last night at OUMC - if you're ever anywhere near us Wednesdays at 7:00 p.m., you're welcome to join us!  We began with Evening Prayer and moved into quiet meditation and expression of that meditation, specifically on Psalm 11.  My response to the Word last night was to draw and then write.  If you ever need some quiet time to just be still before God, come join us.  You don't have to do anything or bring anything, and as you can see from my drawing, you certainly don't need to be an artiste :)]

What imagery!  The wicked bend their bows and set arrows on the strings to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart.  But zoom out from that image and it's part of a question - why do you say to me that image, and the foundations being destroyed, when I take refuge in the Lord?  I take refuge in the Lord, therefore what can man do to me?  What can disease do to me?  What can the devil do to me?  I take refuge in the Lord.  The Lord is in his temple and on his throne and examines everyone on earth, so why do I need to worry about them?  Why would I need to flee them?

Well, fleeing to a place of refuge can be a healthy coping strategy, depending on the conflict.  Sometimes we do need time away.  Jesus went away to secluded places, although maybe he didn't flee there.  It's good to get away sometimes, to rest, gain perspective, take a break from the conflict.  And I don't think that is superseded by taking refuge in the Lord.  Sometimes taking refuge in the Lord means doing it out of town.

There was one Friday night at Penn that was so full of drama among my group of friends that around 9:00 p.m. I called my Grandma to ask if I could come up that night for the weekend.  She said yes, of course, just that the house might be a little messy and they'd be in bed when I arrived.  But I needed out, I needed a change of scenery and physical distance from the conflict.

I also remember hiding out a lot the fall of my second year of seminary.  Just before the semester started, I'd gotten married, gotten a new name, and moved.  Then we got a dog and then my husband was on crutches for the rest of that semester.  A psychologist told me that hiding out rather than hanging out with friends was actually a healthy way to deal with all that stress.

But this psalm says don't flee... what do I do with that?  There is a time to get away and a time to stay put?  A time to flee and a time to stand your ground?  The Lord loves justice... when it's a matter of injustice, then stand your ground?  Is the idea of the foundations being destroyed a lie?  Is that why one is fleeing in the first place?  Because the foundations are supposedly being destroyed?  So... if your foundation is firm, by taking refuge in the Lord, then... you don't need to flee from the wicked, just from stress?  Then... you rest secure in the Lord, standing against injustice, wherever that physical location may be.

Monday, June 4, 2012

For the Love of Dog


I preached this sermon with fear and trepidation - the good kind.  Paul says we work out our salvation with fear and trembling (Philippians 2:12).  It's ok to be nervous, as long as it doesn't keep you from proclaiming God's Word.  The two best descriptor compliments I received afterwards were "radical message" and "orthodox sermon"; because of the Holy Spirit's help, it is both.


Trinity Sunday
Communion Sunday
June 3, 2012

“For the Love of Dog”
Romans 8:12-17; John 3:1-8

How many of your would consider yourselves animal lovers?  You know, you've got a fondness for dogs, cats, iguanas, chia pets.  And how many more of you have pets?  According to the American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, around 62% of U.S. households have pets.  About one month after I got married, I became a dog owner.  I knew it was coming, Lee had told me before we even got engaged that getting a dog was non-negotiable.  If I stayed with him, I was going to become a dog owner.  I responded with certain conditions of my own: she had to have short hair; she wouldn’t be allowed on the furniture or in our bedroom; she would be well-trained; and she would be apartment-sized, because that’s where we’d be living.  So, a month after we got married, we adopted Clara from the Durham APS.  I still remembered the language that was used in the adoption process: we promised that we would be her “forever home” and would not give her up; she would be part of our family as long as she lived. 

In a similar way, we are adopted members of God’s family.  We received this Spirit of adoption in our baptism.  The words of the Anglican/Episcopal baptism liturgy say that we “are sealed by the Holy Spirit in Baptism and marked as Christ’s own forever.”[1]  Being “Christ’s own forever” means that God’s family becomes our “forever home.”  Another way of phrasing it is how Jesus explains it to Nicodemus in the passage from John: “no one can see the kingdom of God unless they are born again” and being born again means being “born of water and the Spirit.”[2]  That’s how we enter God’s kingdom, God’s family.  Being born again through water and the Spirit is what happens in baptism.  It’s how God adopts us into his family.  Like my dog, none of us are natural born members.  Shoot, we’re not even natural born citizens.  In God’s kingdom, we are adopted into his family only by his grace and through his Spirit and we are all on equal footing.  In God’s family, we are all brothers and sisters.  It’s common in some churches, including all Protestant Hispanic ones, for the members to address each other that way, too, as “Brother Ken,” or “Hermana Maria,” and it allows a way to greet visitors – “hola hermano, hi sister,” and make them feel welcomed and included even when you’ve never met them before.  The greeting is a nice reminder that we’re all equal members of one family, the body of Christ, and God is our parent. 

Only by the Spirit’s power can we address God as Father just like Jesus did and taught his followers to do.  I don’t know if you noticed, but that was a very Trinitarian sentence.  Before Trinity became a character in the Matrix, it was a doctrine hammered out by early Christianity trying to figure out the relationship between God the Father, Jesus the Son, and the Holy Spirit, three in one.  If you want to see what they figured out and we as Christians believe about the Trinity, read again the Apostle’s Creed or check out the Nicene Creed.  So, as children of God, God’s Spirit enables us to cry to God, “Abba, Father!” just like Jesus did.[3]  In fact, Abba is Aramaic for father, and that is the language Jesus spoke most of the time.  The Spirit does this work; it transforms us from rebellious enemies into beloved children, from people who didn’t know God to God’s children.  This is kinda what happens when you adopt a dog, too, I learned.  Clara ran away a couple times in the first month we had her, including one memorable time when my husband’s knee got dislocated when he chased after her.  That resulted in surgery and crutches and physical therapy and a whole mess as a result of this one disobedient dog.  However, over the course of that first year as we worked with her and took her to obedience classes and became students of “The Dog Whisperer,” she became a very well-behaved dog.  Clara’s transformation from rebellious to obedient came about through our hard work.  Our transformation from rebellious to beloved child is the work of the Holy Spirit.  It’s not something we do on our own but a gift of God’s grace. 

And so those of us who call God “Father” are transformed in such a way that our old way of life, our old world, is no longer our home.  We become foreigners in the culture to which we once belonged.  And instead of our primary loyalty being to that world, it is now to God and to his family, the Church.  Our loyalty to God supercedes even our loyalty to our biological family.  In our adoption and baptism where we become members of God’s family, it means that family becomes the most important one, not our biological family.  The blood that matters the most and has the final say on my life is Jesus’ blood that was shed on the cross, not the blood that genetically connects me to family members.  The Church, God’s family, is the primary source of my identity, not the people in my household or the people with whom I grew up.  The biological family is not absolute, is not the end all, be all.  This does not mean you don’t honor your father and mother.  This does not mean you don’t respect your elders.  It means your elders and your mother and father don’t define who you are; God the Father of us all, Jesus Christ whose blood saved us, and the Holy Spirit who transforms us define who we are.  It means simply that the family is not God’s most important institution on earth; the Church is.[4]  The family is not the social agent that most significantly shapes and forms the character of Christians; the Church is.  The Church is the primary vehicle of God’s grace and salvation for a waiting, desperate world and allegiance to God’s kingdom precedes allegiance to your biological family.  That’s why Jesus tells Nicodemus that a disciple of Jesus has to be born again, to know that it is that second birth that redefines their identity and admits the disciple to God’s family, a community that will nurture their new identity.  At the end of the baptism liturgy in the United Methodist Hymnal is a question directed at the congregation: “Do you promise to nurture these persons in their faith?”  And it’s why Paul wrote in his letter to the Romans that believers have a new identity because they were baptized into Christ and, therefore, adopted by God.  Baptism means that the Christian’s new parent is God the Father, our siblings are other Christians, our new name and most fundamental identity is simply Christian, beloved child of God, and our new inheritance is freedom, community and resources provided a hundredfold over.[5]  It means that one’s conversion to Christianity is profound and thoroughgoing because it creates a new person.  The biological family is not despised or useless but is no longer the primary source of our identity, support, and growth. 

For some of us, this is not easy.  Some of us have great families and supportive parents and spouses.  All I’m saying to you is that your family is bigger, because it is God’s family, and you have more brothers and sisters and aunts and uncles and parents and kids than you ever dreamed of.  And for some of us, knowing that our family is God’s family is good news.  Those of us from abusive homes, orphaned or disowned by our families, or having to keep our distance from our families in order to keep our mental and emotional health, for these brothers and sisters this is good news because it means you do have a family, a church family.  And while our brothers and sisters aren’t perfect, God our Father is. 

As far as my dog goes, Lee and I are her new pack.  Her primary loyalty is to us, not to her parents or any of her siblings in her litter.  I’m sure she’d be overjoyed to see the family she used to live with before they gave her up, but she knows her pack is now with my husband and me and we are her pack leaders.  She listens to us, she obeys us (unless there’s a squirrel around – SQUIRREL!) and we take care of her without smothering her.  So, for all of us, the Church is our new pack.  We were adopted into it in our baptism.  And our primary loyalty lies here.

As none of us are natural born members of this family, this place does not belong to us.  This table we’re about to come to does not belong to us.  We are in God’s house and this is his table, instituted by his Son and empowered by his Spirit.  We do not have ownership over this table and we do not get to say who comes up to eat with us.  Everyone is welcome and everyone is included, because that’s how God works.  We are all God’s children.  We all come as equals, not at the mercy of the immigration office but at the prompting of the Holy Spirit, the one who testifies with our spirit that we are indeed children of God. 


[1] Book of Common Prayer, p. 308
[2] John 3:3, 5
[3] Romans 8:15
[4] Much of the rest of this paragraph is influenced by Rodney Clapp’s book, Families at the Crossroads, especially the chapter titled “Church as First Family”
[5] Mark 10:28-31

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Festival of Homiletics (a.k.a., a week of good preaching!)


Last week I earned 25 contact hours of continuing ed, from 7:00 p.m. Monday to noon on Friday, by attending the Festival of Homiletics in Atlanta.  (For more info, see www.goodpreacher.com)  In a word, it was awesome.  It was also renewing, refreshing, and just plain great.

A friend and colleague invited me to go with her.  Before going, I didn’t know quite what to expect.  I had heard of some of the speakers: Walter Brueggemann, Michael Curry, Lillian Daniel, Adam Hamilton, James Howell, Thomas Long, and Will Willimon.  But I didn’t know what to expect.  Was I going to have to defend being a woman pastor, like I occasionally do in North Carolina?  Was I going to find myself amidst a sea of extreme conservative or extreme liberal theology?  Was I going to be bored or wish I hadn’t come, after spending my whole year’s allotment of continuing ed money on this one event?  Gracias a Dios, the answer to all those was no.  All but two of the denominations present (Catholic and Baptist) ordain women.  The speakers were engaging.  The theology was neither overly conservative nor liberal, but in the middle, indeed “mainline,” as most speakers and attendees belonged to mainline Protestantism.   I felt affirmed in where I stand rather than having to be defensive about it or quiet about it (so as to not get drawn in to arguments with people who will not concede any ground). 

On Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday the Festival ran two simultaneous venues and you had to choose which speaker you wanted to hear.  For the second session on Tuesday, my friend and I chose the secondary and smaller venue because of the topic, “Who Am I to Preach to You? Authority and Preaching to Postmoderns.”  We were so glad we did, and spent most of the next two days also at the alternative site.  What we discovered from other friends was that we heard more hope from these speakers than from the speakers at the main site, many of whom apparently talked about the decline of the Church. 

During the talk on preaching to postmoderns, I decided to embrace my postmodernity and post on Facebook during the session from my phone.  This was radical for me, but this speaker said something I thought was worth sharing.  There’s a lot of junk on Facebook (which I’m guilty of posting, too), but I felt like this was something worth sharing beyond “at Ebenezer Baptist Church – so much history!” or “really enjoying this awesome music.”  These were also new ideas or ones I’d not heard quite so eloquently phrased before.    

The first one I was just amused by: “If you'd become better sinners, you'd have better sermon illustrations.” Nadia Bolz-Weber was the speaker on preaching to postmoderns.  My husband’s response?  He’s been telling me that for years. 

Bishop Michael Curry of the Episcopal Church preached on Mary Magdalene: “We need some crazy Christians. The sane ones are killing us.”  Mary Magdalene went while it was still dark to go look at the tomb, she didn’t wait for daylight.  Bishop Curry did specify that we’re talking culturally crazy, not clinically.  A connection that I made was a shift from “well-behaved women rarely make history,” a saying that’s always bothered  me, to Bishop Curry’s statement that “only the crazy ones do something of significance in this world.”  Only crazy men and women do something of significance, and that is more than simply “make history.” 

This next one is a paraphrase of a couple paragraphs of a lecture: Worship space is a foreign land and we are all immigrants without green cards, only here because God invited us. None of us have ownership of it.  The preacher is also a foreigner.  Claudio Carvalhaes was the only Latino speaker.  He led the worship before his session and led us in a Pentecostal prayer, which I would term Latino-style, where we all prayed out loud our own prayers at the same time, just like so often happens at Hispanic churches.  I can’t wait to try to this with a small group at Orange because I’ve often wondered how to make it happen among non-Latinos. 

“Worship isn't directed to you. The only person we want to get something out of it is God.” Lillian Daniel preached.  The point isn’t for you to get something out of it.

Another paraphrase from a lecture: It's hard to end a sermon because we serve a living God and nobody can exhaust the Gospel, there is always something else to be said.  It amused me that this came from Bishop Will Willimon, because it has been said about him that he’s never had an unpublished thought.  However, he ended both his lecture and his sermon early. 

Finally, the closing song at the very end of the conference was “As a Fire is Meant for Burning,” words by Ruth Duck.  This is not a new idea, but the poetry is beautiful:
“Preaching Christ and not our customs,
let us build a bridge of care,
joining hands across the nations,
finding neighbours everywhere.”