Monday, June 5, 2023

6.4.23, "Power, Love, Presence" - Westminster Presbyterian Church, Pasadena, CA

 Genesis 1.1-5; Matthew 28.16-20


It’s Trinity Sunday …


Three-in-one, One-in-three …


Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.


But different words can bring out a lot of fresh meaning:


We might say:

Mother, Daughter, and their Love for one another - 

Goodness, beauty, faithfulness.

The way, the truth, and the life.

Grace, mercy, and peace.

Faith, hope, and love.

And not just any love:

Trinity-Love.


Trinity-Love spills out into the universe … 

it cannot contain itself.

embraces everything …

holds us tight … won’t let us go …


All of this love requires power … lots of power …

All of this power requires love, lots of love …


If God were only powerful … like an ancient ruler, like Henry the 8th, like a dictator of the 20th or 21st Century … we’d never be quite sure.


Power by itself is never trustworthy.

We never know when power will move in dangerous ways:

Power says one thing, 

and then does another, 

because it can. 


Power has but one objective: maintain itself!


The mystery writer, Eric Ambler, has a Mr. Peters describe a vicious drug dealer to a Mr. Lattimer: Yes, Mr. Latimer, most of us go through life without knowing what we want of it. But Dimitrios, you know, was not like that. Dimitrios knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted money and he wanted power. Just those two things; as much of them as he could.


Power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely.


Sometimes the church has presented God as “all powerful” … along with that idea came some pretty bad stuff: the church wanted to be “all powerful” just like the god it proclaimed.


Out came the tools of power: shame and punishment; hellfire and brimstone; eternal death and everlasting hell: some of you have known that story all too well.


Some Christians these days champion violence in Jesus’ name … a politician suggested Jesus could have defended himself with a few AR-15s. 


A church in Pennsylvania invited people to bring their AR-15s for a blessing.


On a lesser scale, but still serious:

A parent told her misbehaving child that she was going to tell me, “the minister,” all about it, and that I would come to the house and punish the child.


I was appalled … but not surprised …


The love of power has infected much of Christianity, and it’s never been good, except for those in power.


Men over women, adults over children, whites over Blacks and Asians … true-believers over heathens … real Christians over not-so-real Christians, and so on and so forth.


It’s not a pretty picture … but there is hope.


The church, in its wisdom, also talks about love … it’s all there in Scripture, when we want to see it.


Not the love of power, but the power of love - love focused in the Second Person of the Trinity … Jesus of Nazareth, the Word of God, Incarnate.


It’s a message we need to hear more and more … and proclaim loudly:


The Love of God for all of God’s creation.

The Love of Christ for all the world.

The Love of the Holy Spirit for you and for me.


This is my command, says Jesus, that you love one another as I have loved you.


Love your neighbor as yourself.


Do unto others as you would have them do to you.


Love needs power to be effective … and power needs love to be safe.


God is love … and God is power.


There was a time when God trusted power too much … God said, I’m done with those people, I’m fed up; I want nothing more to do with them … God drowned the world in angry tears … raw power … mean and nasty.


When it was over, God took a deep breath and said, That didn’t work …


Even God had to learn the hard lesson: power without love is death … without love, power destroys.


There is but one power worthy of God, and that’s the power of love.


Strong enough to save … strong enough to leave heaven and come to earth, to be born of the Virgin Mary, in little Bethlehem Town … strong enough to overturn some tables … strong enough to suffer under Pontius Pilate … bear the cross to Golgatha … strong enough to die … 


On that cross, strong enough to forgive … strong enough to care for the criminals on either side of him, and the soldiers at the foot of the cross …


Strong enough to roll the stone away on Easter Morning.


Power and love … but wait, there’s one more word …  


Presence: God with us! 

In the rising of the sun,

in the passage of time.

in the race we run.

and the mountains we climb.


The Holy Spirit … the Advocate, the Defender, the Giver of Life.


Moses says to the people:


Be strong and bold; have no fear or dread … because it is the LORD your God who goes with you.


Jesus says: My Father will send the Holy Spirit, the Advocate, who will teach you everything, and remind you of all that I have said to you.


From the Book of Hebrews:


Keep your lives free from the the love of money, and be content with what you have; for God has said, I will never leave you or forsake you. So we can say with confidence:


The LORD is my helper;

I will not be afraid.

What can anyone do to me.


There have been a few times in my life when God’s presence was as real as anything could be … 


Only a few times … God is kind enough to not overwhelm us and make a big deal of it …  


Frederick Buechner writes of a time when his adult daughter, 3000 miles away, was hospitalized, near death … and when they made it there, he says:


The power that created the universe

and spun the dragonfly’s wing

and is beyond all other powers

holds back, in love, from overpowering us.


I have never felt God’s presence more strongly, he says, 

than when my wife and I visited that distant hospital

where our daughter was.


Walking down the corridor

to the room

that had her name taped to the door,

I felt that presence

surrounding me like air -


God in his very stillness,

holding his breath, 

loving her,

loving us all,

the only way he can without destroying us


One night, Buechner writes, we went to compline

in an Episcopal cathedral,

and in the coolness and near emptiness

of that great vaulted place,

in the remoteness of the choir’s voices chanting plainsong,

in the grayness of the stone,

I felt it again -

the passionate restraint and hush of God.


Trinity Sunday, dear people …

Be of good cheer.

Love one another.

Stand tall for the welfare of the world.


Hallelujah and Amen!

 



 


5.28.23 "Life: For All the World" - Westminster Presbyterian Church, Pasadena, CA

The last of a five-series entitled "Life" ...

Psalm 104.24-35; Acts 2.17-21 


Chapter 1


To have good eyes ...

good eyes - to see the wonder of the world.


Hollyhocks, poppies, and sunflowers,

reaching for the sky ...

reaching for the moons and suns of a billion galaxies.

They know something, and they sing about it when we're not listening.

They sing about it, and we have to listen, with cocked ear.

We have to pay attention.


Good eyes, to see

the birds and the bees ...

the ever-greening trees.


Love afoot in this often weary, broken, world.

A world of war and rumors of war.

Pestilence and death.

But still - there is love.

Plenty of love.

More than enough love.


Yes, I pray to have good eyes ... though much of what I see

saddens me, and maybe you, too.


And that's ok ... 

it's ok to be sad.


God is sad, too.


About what has been lost, and how to find it again.

How to rebuild what even God washed away with the flood.

"I'll not do that again," said God.

It's a lesson God has not forgotten.

With the rainbow stretched across the heavens.

Brilliant with color and mystery ...


A rainbow of delight … delight:

For a wondering child, wondering why. 

Why are there

rainbows in the sky after a rain, when the sun is just right,

and light is suddenly scattered into its variant colors.


Some of which can be seen, but not all of which can be seen,

… by my eyes.

But birds can see, and insects, too.

They have eyes, and they can see what I can't.

So, it's good to know some birds, I guess.

And maybe a few insects, too.

Maybe they'll tell me sometime.


Eyes, to see the world


A man who's knows all too well the inside of a prison,

from the wrong side of the bars,

knows what it's like to be watched, watched … endlessly watched, all the time.

All the time ... watched.

"But no one ever sees us," he says

"No one ever sees us.”


Chapter 2


What would it have been like to be in that upper room?


tucked away in the ancient city of Jerusalem, that fabled city of prophets and kings, where a good man died on an old rugged cross.

Men dying there all the time, crosses spread across the landscape.

Women and children, too, by sword and spear, and the trampling hooves of mighty steads decked out in burnished leather and polished silver.


A good man died on a hill that looks like a skull, it is said.

even the solders agree, that maybe, just maybe,

he was a good man, and shouldn't have died like this.


On a cross - naked, beaten, thirsty ... heaving for breath.

crying out, as they all do:

For this and that, and whatever else comes to mind 

in the last violent moments of life.


"He cried out to his father," they said.

With words of forgiveness for this crime against humanity.

And then he said, loudly, "it is finished."

And that was that.


But we made sure, said the soldiers, so we jabbed him hard 

with a spear, right up beneath the ribs, just to make sure.

Because we have a job to do, and we know how to do it.

We do it well.

We know how to kill


"This was a good man," they said.


Chapter 3


Of all the things, would you believe?

The women said, "The tomb is empty ... we saw an angel

the angel sends us to Galilee ... and there, the angel said, you'll see Jesus."


Of all things, would you believe? 

this Jesus sent us back to Jerusalem.

To wait, to wait for power, because we have work ahead of us.

Lots of work, deep work, hard work.

To be his witnesses,  he said, right here, right now, in the city that killed him.

And then, of all things, to the countryside and the surrounding towns,

Of all things, to Samaria, the last place a self-respecting 

man would go ...

Of all things, would you believe? to the ends of the earth.


We hightailed it back to the upper room ... and there it came.

like the rush of a mighty wind.

Wind, hard, fierce, roaring and rumbling.

And the flames ... flames above our heads ...

Flames that didn't burn anything.

Like the bush Moses saw ... flames leaping high and fierce.

Burning nothing ... and the voice.

Of all things, the voice … our voice.


We had voices that day.

We could speak a thousand tongues.


A story to tell to the nations.

We hit the road.

A road cleared for us by the Holy Spirit.

A lot of people eager to hear.


And some didn't want to hear it at all.


But what else is new in this world of cabbages and kings.


In the last days, said the Prophet Joel, God will pour out the Spirit upon all flesh ... sons and daughters ... young men, old men ... even the slaves ... the Spirit comes to all,

for all, for everyone.


None are lost.

All are found.

The blind are given sight.

The deaf can hear.


Chapter 4


There is goodness in this world … God is everywhere.

In every cry of newborn child.

In the hum of a million bees dancing on nectar-filled blooms,

their legs heavy with pollen, life-giving pollen ... 


Goodness abounds.


Let it be our prayer, that we have the eyes to see it.

The wisdom to stop in our tracks, now and then.

To really see the world around us.

To breath a word of thanks, before we hurry on.


Because we have something for the world.

A story to tell to the nations.


Some are Christians.

Some are Jews.

Some are Muslims, Sikhs and Hindus.

Some quote Confucius 

Others, Marx and Engels

Some are straight, some are queer.

Some are in between somewhere.


But all are better, for what we offer.

And we’re better, too … by the voices of God

the many voices of the world ... the hum of the bees, 

and the words of Shakespeare ... the brilliant hues of the morning sky,

the roar of an ever restless sea pounding on the shores of our mind … the laughter of friends, the longing of the human heart … stories of grace and hope … in the many, we are more ourselves, than ever we could be, without them.


Chapter 5


God ... Jesus ... the Spirit.


Dear people of God.

Never for a moment doubt the value of what we have.

And never for a moment condemn what others have.

They have treasures, too.


God is too good to make it too hard for anyone to hear the good news of God's love.

God is too wise to entrust the story, to only one religion, one region, one culture, one race, or one color.

For God so loves the world.


Chapter 6


To have good eyes ...

eyes to see the wonder of the world.


Hollyhocks, poppies, and sunflowers,

reaching for the sky ...

reaching for the moons and suns of a billion galaxies.

They know something, and they sing about it when we're not listening.

They sing about it, and we have to listen with cocked ear.

We have to pay attention.


Hallelujah and Amen!