Friday, April 26, 2013

Dream God-Sized, Serve Local

Why worry?  Because there's a lot to worry about.  Are we going to move?  How's Isabel (the baby)'s childcare going to work out?  Who's going to take care of her?  Is my car going to die?  Is Clara (the dog) going to die?  (After two days of refusing to eat, she finally started eating again yesterday.)  Am I going to go crazy with all these days at home with the dog and the baby?  And I even had adult conversations yesterday!  I just didn't go anywhere, between Isabel's eating and nap schedules and having to watch the dog to make sure she didn't go in the house, from either end.  She has pancreatitis. 

Surely I was made for more than this!  More than nursing a dog and taking care of a baby for 90% of my waking hours.  Except, you have to serve in the particular, in the local.  Dream big, dream God-sized; act, no, serve local.  Yesterday and today that means doggie nurse and baby momma.  Today, though, I'm going to try to get out to run a couple errands.  Clara hasn't left us any presents in the house for over 24 hours now.  My mom had dog and baby duty on Wednesday and Clara had to go out every 1-2 hours that day (thank you, Mom!!!).  Yesterday was probably more like every 2-3 hours and at least half the time she just wanted to lie in the sunshine.  I blocked off the back deck so she could lie there without my having to be outside with her, and thus Isabel having to be outside, too, if awake. (Have I mentioned she's started teething and is almost crawling?  She can get really far on her tummy.)  Clara's not allowed out unsupervised and Isabel can't stay in unsupervised.

Why worry?  Because Clara almost had to be hospitalized.  Why worry?  Because taking care of a 7 month old is a lot of work.  And before you say that worrying is not a faithful response, consider Matthew 6:34 - "Do not worry about tomorrow ...each day has enough trouble of its own."  Amen!

Monday, April 22, 2013

The Fourth Monkey



4th Sunday after Easter
April 21, 2013
Revelation7: 9-17; Psalm 23

            In the famous Tosho-gu shrine in Nikko, Japan, there is a carving that dates back to the 17th century.  Part of that carving depicts three very well-known monkeys, known as the Three Wise Monkeys.  You may never have heard of this carving, but I’d guess you’ve heard of these guys.  Their names are Mizaru, Kikazaru, and Iwazaru, otherwise known as the “See No Evil” [cover eyes], “Hear No Evil” [cover ears], and “Speak No Evil” [cover mouth] monkeys.  Now, there is an old joke that the fourth monkey is Have No Fun.  However, from the 23rd psalm, which is older than the old joke, I think that the fourth monkey should be Fear No Evil.  That’s the middle line and the turning point of Psalm 23, and yes, I have to quote it in the King James, just like I had to memorize it in my first grade Sunday school class – “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil.”  Why?  “For thou art with me.”  Thou, of course, being God.  God is with me, therefore I will fear no evil.  That is Good News. 
We have not heard a lot of good news this week, between the Boston Marathon bombing, the plant in Texas exploding, and a certain college basketball player leaving early to go pro [Reggie Bullock, for any non-UNC fans reading this].  It’s been a rough week.  It kinda makes it feel like we’re back in Lent instead of the Great 50 Days of the Easter season that run from Easter to Pentecost.  Today’s the 4th Sunday of Easter, but does it feel like it?  Does it feel like it’s still the Easter season?  We still have our beautifully decorated cross up, white paramounts in the sanctuary and the “He is risen” banner in the Fellowship Hall.  It’s definitely springtime outside, now that our cars have turned yellow from tree pollen!  But are you feeling it?  Or does it almost feel like we’re back in Lent?  Does it feel like we’re being disciplined?  Like we’re back to waiting for redemption, back to waiting for good news?  This week we heard lots of tragic news and many of us said a prayer, waited to hear more, and then moved on.  Others, though, have not moved on.  Can’t move on.  Others, and perhaps yourself, too, have been thrust back into Lent.  Back into a time of pruning and a time of waiting.  So, what’s the good news?  The Good News is that the lectionary psalm for today is Psalm 23.  The Good News is that the Good Shepherd leads us and takes care of us.  The Good News is that because of the Good Shepherd, we do not have to be afraid.  “I will fear no evil.” 
Part of not fearing evil is not fearing others.  We do not fear others.  “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil.”  “The valley of the shadow of death.”  No matter where you go, no matter who you see, no matter what happens, you do not need to be afraid.  We do not fear the world.  The world is the Lord’s, and all the fullness thereof.[1]  God made it and called it good.  And those others, who we don’t know?  They’re our brothers and sisters.  We don’t need to be afraid of them, even if we can’t communicate with them or don’t know their customs or don’t understand why they do what they do.  We are called to love them, not to be afraid of them.  Yes, sometimes there is hostility, sometimes there is oppression and injustice that undermine well-being, sometimes violence hits very close to home.  But too much we descend into bickering over things that don’t matter in the long run, into partisanship, into a stubbornness to be right and best and first.[2]  Too much we fear the unknown, whether an unknown place or language or culture or person.  And the answer to all that is: Enough!  Enough being scared and criticizing what we don’t understand.  We build walls even as we tear others down, but Christ Jesus, who is our peace, has torn down the dividing wall of hostility among us.[3]  That’s from Ephesians chapter 2 and a couple verses later Paul writes: “through Christ both of us have access in one Spirit to the Father.  So then you are no longer strangers and aliens, but you are citizens with the saints and also members of the household of God.”[4]  Both of us have access, you and me, you and your neighbor, whether it’s a neighbor you know or don’t know.  Someone was lamenting to me recently how in the small town where she grew up, she knew everyone on her street, but now, she’s lucky if she knows two of her neighbors.  Whether you know your neighbor or not, you don’t have to be afraid of them.  Indeed, you shouldn’t be afraid of them. 
And the best way to stop fearing others is to get to know them.  In my mom’s old neighborhood in Cary, a place with a lot of transience, they used to have two neighborhood-wide get-togethers each year.  One was a cook-out in the cul-de-sac in June, the other was a Christmas cookie-exchange hosted by the coordinating neighbor in December.  I think the cook-out went better, because it involved whole families, wheeling out their grills and chairs and tables and setting up in the cul-de-sac.  Kids ran around and played while adults talked and families got to know each other.  In a few weeks we’re going to have our own variation of that here at Orange.  You’ll get more details soon, but we’re going to have a time of hanging out in our own cul-de-sac – our parking lot – and getting to know folks here at Orange who we don’t know very well yet.  Remember, a stranger is just a friend you haven’t met yet.  So do not fear others; they have the potential to become your friend. 
Instead, keep in mind this beautiful vision from Revelation.  It was given to an exiled apostle, a vision of the church yet to be.  And guess what?  It includes everyone – from every nation, tribe, people, and language – all worshiping God together.  This is the future; this is the end-game.  Therefore, we do not need to fear the future, either.  We know where we’re going in the long run.  We know what’s going to happen.  People from every nation, tribe, kindred and language are going to worship God with one voice.  Might sound a little cacophonous to us, but it is music to God’s ears.  There is a new Bible translation that came out last year called The Voice.  Its purpose is to make sure the Bible story reads like a story and in places has dialogue separated from the text like in a play.  For this passage from Revelation, it says “A huge crowd of people, which no one could even begin to count, representing every nation and tribe, people and language, standing before the throne and before the Lamb, wearing white robes and waving palm branches. They cried out with one loud voice.  Crowd: ‘Salvation comes only from our God, who sits upon the throne, and from the Lamb.’”[5]  Every language; one voice.  Sounds a little bit like Pentecost, where everyone heard the Good News in their own language.  Only here, everyone’s praising God in their own language and it rises up to God as one voice.  Pretty cool, huh?  This is the future of the Church.  The Church here is a mixed assembly gathered from every nation in praise of God. 
So, the questions is: What’s Orange going to do to live into this vision?  This is the Church down the road, what are we going to do in the meantime?  Who do we need to include who is not here?  Whose voice is not being heard at Orange?  Who does not have a place at the table?  We don’t need to be afraid of the future because we know where we’re going.  We don’t need to fear for the future of the Church because the Church is God’s instrument and he will ensure its future existence.  He already knows what it’s going to look like in the future. 
The fear of others and of the future stem from the basic fear of fearing for ourselves.  Our own well-being.  But guess what?  We don’t have to fear for ourselves.  God has provided everything we need and will continue to do so.  The first line of Psalm 23: “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.”  In Spanish it’s often translated as “nada me faltará” – literally, nothing is lacking to me.  Nothing.  We do not have to fear for our physical provision.  Even those of us participating in the solidarity study.  We have altered our diet in some way, whether restricting the types of food we eat or the amount of money we spend on food or both, and we will still have enough to eat.  God does provide.  We do not fear for ourselves.  The Good Shepherd guides us and protects us and provides for us.  We have children’s time at the 9:30 service and last week I asked about who takes care of sheep, thinking to talk about farmers or shepherds.  But, nope, these kids know that the answer to almost every question at church is Jesus.  When asked who takes care of sheep, one little girl said, “God.”  Well, end of story.  There was not much left to say after that.  We are God’s flock and God takes care of us.  We do not need to worry for ourselves or fear for ourselves, not for our safety, not for our physical provision, not for providing for our needs, and not for being hurt.  This doesn’t mean life is easy-peasy and we’ll never get hurt.  Every kid skins their knee at some point in time.  But God is good and will lead us through difficult times to still waters, to places of peace.  God will renew us and restore us as we endure suffering and distress.  We do not fear the unknown, whether in the form of other people or the future and we do not fear for ourselves. 
And should you find yourself overly fearful for yourself, the best way to overcome that fear is to focus on others.  Whether that takes the form of serving with one of our outreach projects at Orange or another community service event or attending a prayer vigil or writing a letter to an old friend or volunteering at the local elementary school, focusing on others takes the focus off yourself.  And when you’re not focused on yourself, then you’re not afraid for yourself.  So we do not fear for ourselves. 
I never dreamed I’d quote a hockey player, not because jocks are dumb but because the media tends to quote them when they lack eloquence.  However, I was reading about the Boston Bruins’ game this past Tuesday and the article included an interview with their forward, Jay Pandolfo.  He was with the New Jersey Devils during the attacks of 9/11 and he said that Monday “brings back memories you don't want.  It's something you don't want to think about. You want to go ahead with your life. You don't want to live in fear.”[6]  Well, the Good News is that you don’t have to.  God offers something better than the Three Wise Monkeys.  He loves you and knows you and is always at your side, and so you can be assured that you need fear no evil.  Thanks be to God.


[1] 1 Corinthians 10:26
[2] Inspired by Lib Campbell’s post “Enough” from April 16, 2013 on her blog: http://www.avirtualchurch.com/  
[3] Ephesians 2:14
[4] Ephesians 2:18-19
[5] Revelation 7:9-10, The Voice

Friday, March 29, 2013

Saint

My mom got me thinking the other day about my Grandma.  She asked about my sermon (see the previous post for "Palm Passion Sunday: Highway to the Danger Zone") and I told her my points and sermon illustrations and admitted that my third point was the weakest, "grieve when it's time to grieve," and she reminded me of when Grandma died and my husband, my sister, and I went up to PA that first weekend, anyway, even though there was nothing going on.  No viewing, no church service; her memorial service wasn't til the next weekend.  But we went, anyway, to be with family and to hang out with family and grieve together.

My grandmother was not a perfect saint, no human is.  She loved singing hymns in church, especially ones written by Charles Wesley.  The fact that she didn't often sing on key never slowed or quieted her down.  Grandma knew she was going to be a pastor's wife when she married a banker.  What faith!  She knew Grandpa was going to be a preacher before God called him; God had already called her.  Grandma grew up and always stayed in the Methodist Church as it went through all its changes, ordaining women in 1956, joining with the Evangelical United Brethren to become The United Methodist Church in 1968.  Grandma never left the church.

Half the time I picture Grandma, it's in the kitchen.  That seems to be where the ladies in my family hang out when we get together - some will be cooking and baking and the rest of us sitting and chatting and occasionally helping.  Not that we have to be there, but we're not dumb - that's where the food is!  And the taste-testing!  And many of us actually enjoy cooking and baking!  (For my part, I'll taking baking and leave cooking.)  But it's where family stories are handed down, it's where various skills are passed along (I think I paid more attention when baking than cooking), it's where you learn things about childcare and living.  And you get to eat, or at least snack, while doing it.  Table fellowship, where the table is an island counter top in a kitchen.  Maybe that island is what's missing in my kitchen.  I'll have to remedy that before my daughter gets much older so that the ladies in my family can continue this life-giving tradition with her and tell her about her Great-Grandma :)

Monday, March 25, 2013

Palm Passion Sunday: Highway to the Danger Zone



Palm Passion Sunday
March 24, 2013
Luke 19:28-40; Psalm 31:9-16

“Highway to the Danger Zone”

            After I preached last month, my husband asked me what ‘80s movie I would use for a sermon illustration next time and suggested ‘Top Gun.’  I told him, “Are you crazy?  I’m preaching Palm Sunday!  What does ‘Top Gun’ have to do with Palm Sunday?!”  He thought for a moment and then said, “Highway to the Danger Zone!”  Well… he’s right.  Palm Sunday, Jesus’ triumphal entry into Jerusalem is a highway into the danger zone, and Jesus is well aware of it.  He knows he’s going into dangerous territory.  He knows the Passion is coming.  He does this joyful procession with palms and hosanna’s and everything, knowing that Good Friday is coming.  Now, his disciples don’t know.  They’re excited, caught up in the moment, thinking it’s about time that the Messiah has come to Jerusalem!  Now Jesus is going to inaugurate his kingdom!  Now, finally!  They never did understand when Jesus tried to tell them otherwise.  Jesus tried to tell them what was really going to happen, but they never listened.  And so, in our Gospel story, they are praising God loudly and joyfully and they upset the Pharisees because they quote from Psalm 118, “Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord!”, and in doing so they’re being blasphemous and treasonous.  But they’re so excited!  And Jesus lets them be excited.  He knows this is a momentous thing for him to enter Jerusalem. 
            Jesus knows that you gotta celebrate when it’s time to celebrate.  Many of you know that before seminary I served in Nicaragua for about a year.  My first trip home during that year was after I’d been gone for nine months and it was for my sister’s wedding.  I remember talking with my sister about her wedding plans and she commented that I probably thought it was wasteful that they were spending all this money on the wedding when there’s so much poverty and hunger in the world.  And it’s true; Nicaragua is the second poorest country in this hemisphere.  I had trouble with culture shock when I went to a workshop in Costa Rica after about six months of living in Nicaragua because of the relative wealth in comparison and not just paved roads, but roads with painted lines on them!  My sister’s wedding was at the Chapel of the Cross here in town and the reception was at the Carolina Inn, so it was a fancy affair.  However, what I told her was that the money was being spent on celebrating and that this was a time to celebrate.  She wasn’t going overboard with it, but trying to create a nice, classy event and atmosphere, which she succeeded in doing.  You gotta celebrate when it’s time to celebrate. 
            Speaking of weddings, Jesus himself uses a wedding analogy when explaining to John the Baptist’s disciples why his disciples don’t fast.  He says, “Wedding guests cannot mourn as long as the bridegroom is with them, can they? The days will come when the bridegroom is taken away from them, and then they will fast.”[1]  When the bridegroom is around, that’s Jesus, you celebrate, but you will not always have the bridegroom with you.  This is just one of many times Jesus tells his disciples and others that he won’t always be around.  Jesus entered Jerusalem amidst great celebration, knowing that his passion was coming. 
            In fact, one of the many ways Jesus is described throughout the Gospels is as “setting his face to go to Jerusalem.”[3]  Think about that image.  “Setting your face like flint.”[4]  It calls to mind words like determination and focus and even stubbornness.  But just because Jesus knows what is coming and is unwavering in his commitment to go through with it… doesn’t mean that he likes it.  It doesn’t even mean that he wants to do it!  Instead, he’s steeling his will, setting his face like flint, getting up his guts ready to do it.  Remember that prayer from the garden of Gethsemane?  “Father, if you are willing, remove this cup from me; yet, not my will but yours be done.”[5]  Jesus knows it’s coming, he knows it’s what he’s gotta do.  He knows that you gotta face what you gotta face. 
In June of 1939, at the urging of his friends, Dietrich Bonhoeffer found himself back at Union Seminary in New York, where he had done post-doc work a few years before.  His doctorate in theology was from Berlin University in his native Germany.  By 1939, Bonhoeffer was a leader of the Confessing Church of Germany, a branch of Protestantism that had sprung up in Germany in opposition to the Nazi government’s attempt to influence the Church.  However, no sooner had Bonhoeffer arrived in the U.S. than he wrote, “I have come to the conclusion that I made a mistake in coming to America. I must live through this difficult period in our national history with the people of Germany. I will have no right to participate in the reconstruction of Christian life in Germany after the war if I do not share the trials of this time with my people... Christians in Germany will have to face the terrible alternative of either willing the defeat of their nation in order that Christian civilization may survive or willing the victory of their nation and thereby destroying civilization. I know which of these alternatives I must choose but I cannot make that choice from security.”[6] Bonhoeffer returned to Germany on the last scheduled steamer to cross the Atlantic in July 1939.  In April 1943, he was arrested by the Gestapo and imprisoned at a Nazi concentration camp.  He was executed in April 1945.  Bonhoeffer could have avoided his death.  He could have stayed in New York where he was safe.  But he knew he had to go back to Germany.  That ocean passage was a highway to the danger zone.  And you know what?  He never regretted that decision.[7]  He faced what he had to face. 
It’s interesting, because one of Bonhoeffer’s more well-known quotes, from his book The Cost of Discipleship, is “When Christ calls a man, he bids him come and die.”[8]  In facing what you gotta face, you may, in a sense, have to die.  In obeying Christ and becoming his disciple, you often have to let go of other things.  You often have to do things you don’t want to do.  Whether it’s a friendship or a favorite pastime or something else that is not life-giving, something that does not aid you in your faith journey, you have to let that thing go to follow Christ.  Or it may be something else that has to die, whether a dream job or your ideal place to live.  Following Christ means we don’t always get what we want. 
Now, I’m not saying you pretend you’re not upset about it or that you don’t grieve giving it up.  It’s ok to weep when it’s time to weep.  We know Jesus wept when he visited his friend, Lazarus’, grave site.  Shortest sentence, in the Bible, right?  “Jesus wept.”[9]  And Jesus even weeps as he faces Good Friday.  You know when he prays in that garden in Gethsemane about the cup passing from him and yet not his will being done but God’s, he instructs his disciples: “I am deeply grieved …even to death; remain here, and stay awake with me.”[10]  Of course, they promptly fall asleep, which is part of why Jesus gets so upset with them.  This is a time to grieve and be upset… and they can’t keep their eyes open!  You may or may not always want company in your grief, but eventually, you probably will, because at some point you will want to share your story, you have to share your story to heal, and when you do, you want whoever’s with you to listen! 
            I was telling my mom about my sermon for today and she reminded me of when her mom, my Grandma, died.  Grandpa didn’t have the memorial service right away; he chose to wait about ten days.  However, that first weekend, Lee, my sister, and I went up, anyway.  My mom was there and a couple of her brothers.  It didn’t matter that nothing official was going on, there was no viewing, nothing at the church, no event at the house, nothing, but we wanted to go up, anyway, to be with family, to grieve with them.  And then we went up again the next weekend for the memorial service.  So, please, grieve when it’s time to grieve.  And Good Friday that’s coming up, the Passion story we will live through this week, is a time to grieve. 
My husband and I have recently become Whovians.  I haven’t quite come to terms with this nickname yet, but we do love “Dr. Who.”  “Dr. Who” is a British science-fiction TV show, produced by the BBC, about the time travels and adventures of a “time lord,” who is called simply, The Doctor.  It has been running on and off for fifty years and we started watching on Netflix the most recent incarnation of it, which began in 2005 and recently we watched the Christmas special from 2011, entitled “The Doctor, the Widow, and the Wardrobe.”  Crazy otherworldly shenanigans always seem to be inflicted upon London at Christmastime.  In this particular case, Dr. Who travels to World War II London and befriends a family whose dad is away fighting in the war.  The mom has just received notice that he was killed in the line of duty, but she does not want to tell her kids yet because she doesn’t want them to associate this memory with Christmas.  Dr. Who talks with her about her inner turmoil as to whether or not to tell the kids yet.  And he says, “…every time you see them happy, you remember how sad they’re going to be, and it breaks your heart.  Because what’s the point in them being happy now if they’re going to be sad later?  …The answer is, of course, because they are going to be sad later.”
Now, Palm Sunday is a time to rejoice and celebrate.  And next Sunday, Easter, will also be a time to be happy as we celebrate Jesus' resurrection.  However, in the meantime, we have to travel through the Passion; we have to journey with Jesus to the cross.  We can be happy now and celebrate now because we are going to be sad later.  The good news as Christians… is that Good Friday is not the end of the story.  We know Easter's coming.  We know our weeping will turn to joy.[11]  But you can't get to Easter without going through Good Friday.  In the meantime, and where we live most of our lives, is between Jesus’ death and resurrection.  So don’t rush the grieving.  Be sad when it’s time to be sad.  And be happy when it’s time to be happy.  Face whatever it is that you gotta face.  Amen.



[1] Matthew 9:15, NRSV
[3] Luke 9:51, NRSV
[4] Isaiah 50:7, NRSV
[5] Luke 22:42, NRSV
[6] From the Memoir by G. Leibholz in The Cost of Discipleship by Dietrich Bonhoeffer (New York: Touchstone, 1995), p. 17-18, emphasis mine
[7] Ibid.
[8] Dietrich Bonhoeffer, The Cost of Discipleship (New York: Touchstone, 1995), p. 89
[9] John 11:35, NIV, KJV (but not NRSV, interestingly enough)
[10] Matthew 26:38, NRSV
[11] John 16:20, NRSV