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Monday, January 16, 2023

1.15.23 "You're Sitting In My Pew!" Westminster Presbyterian Church, Pasadena

 Isaiah 49.1-7; John 1.29-42





Her name was Peg.

A member of St. Paul’s Presbyterian Church, Livonia, MI … every Sunday, there she was, in her pew … 


One Sunday, Nick and Patty attended …  


They found a place to sit, and settled in; when an elderly lady came up to them and said, “You’ll have to move; you’re in my pew.”


Well, they moved, and lived to laugh about it … it was Peg who told them to move … it was her pew, and that was that.


Studies have been done on how we find our pew … by the third or fourth visit, we’ve claimed our space … those who study the brain suggest that we’re constantly trying to simplify life - so when we attend church, there’s at least one decision we don’t have to make - we have our pew, and that’s where we sit … unless someone else comes along, and they don’t know who’s pew it is.


Which reminds me: in days of yore, families owned a pew … a name plate affixed … this was how churches funded their budgets - people paid annually for their pew … the closer the pew to the pulpit, the more a family paid … sort of like seats at Dodger Stadium behind home plate. And, if one couldn’t afford a pew, well, there were always the free seats in back of the church. 


Who’s pew are you sitting in this morning?


We sit where gladness sat.

We sit where sadness sat.

We sit where joy and happiness snuggled one another.

Where greed and hypocrisy smiled smugly at the world.

Where faith, hope, and love grew strong.

Where heartache and anger were healed.


The best and the brightest.

The scoundrel and the crook.

The saint and the sinner.

The saved and the lost.

The lost and the found.


Here is where they all gathered to hear the word of Christ.

The word of grace.

The story of God!


Where are you sitting this morning?

Those worshipping in their homes - much the same idea - who owned the home before you arrived? Who rented the condo, the apartment you now call home? Maybe you built the home, but in times past, who lived on the land? Who came before us? Who will be here when we’re gone?


Every pew here has its own story … if only they could talk, eh? 


The school teacher who loved her children and gave them windows on the world … 

The real estate agent who refused to show a home to a family of color … 

The families who stood firm for integration and believed in the work of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.


The auto mechanic who loved old cars and the smell of grease, with walls of hanging tools and drawers full of spare parts … 

The architect who put dreams on paper, to create a home for a family … 

The factory worker who joined the union and learned how to bargain for fair wages and real benefits … 

The young man out of work, looking for a job … 

The struggling couple yelling at each other in the car on their way to church, hearts broken for dreams now lost … 


Each with their own story … and, yes, their faith …  faith well-formed for some, and hardly-formed for others … 


Yes, we’re sitting in someone’s pew … 

For the time being, it’s our pew; it’s where we sit … 


In time, others will sit in our pew. 


Life is like that … a script nicely laid out … on Thursday, we do the laundry, on Saturday, we mow the law, on Sunday, we go to church … pattern … purpose … priorities … promises and prayers … we have our script … and then, time moves on.


As it must, as it will … our pew will go on the market - with a nice ad - “Lovely pew, good view, well-taken care of … waiting for you to take ownership.”


One Sunday morning, someone will walk in - they’ll find a pew, and maybe make it their own …


To be the church of Jesus Christ … to care for God’s earth … to love one another as best we can … to shed the light of faith upon the human journey.


To take up the mandate of the Creator to those created in God’s image. 


You and I were created in God’s image, to be up close and personal with creation … to care for it in ways that promote its wellbeing and its future.


In times past, humanity’s interaction with creation was hardly noticeable … we plowed the earth, dug our water wells, but to little or no defacement of the earth; no permanent harm … the earth gave us what we needed … 


And, then, the industrial age … and we know the rest of the story … 

Extraction and exploitation … the earth suffering, war on a scale previously unimaginable … a few grew rich on the sweat and labor of the many.

The drive for profits and power … smoke and steel rising, better living through chemistry … pesticides and fertilizers, plastics and hazardous waste … 


And here we are … 2023 … challenges that exceed whatever personal responsibilities we might have - conserve water, recycle our waste, be mindful of what we eat, drive an EV … all of that and more … it’s the “more” that challenges us beyond the personal disciplines of mindful living.


What we need is good government, good politicians, who will tell us the truth and work for the common good … who will marshal the resources of private and government interests to seek the common good … who will reach for the best in the human journey, rather than pander to the worst.


Dr. King said: "Life’s most persistent and urgent question is, 'What are you doing for others?' "


We need CEOs and stock holders who go for more than the bottom line, but reach for the stars … young people who go to college and graduate with degrees in “mindfulness and character-development,” who refuse to sell their souls to the highest bidder, and yes, we need to get rid of the college-debt cash cow, which enriches a few and burdens the many … 


We need leaders who will challenge the insanity of a consumer culture, a culture of consumption, a culture trapped in the idea that more is better, when less is better, by far … leaders who will continue to raise the alarm with the growing patterns of anti-semitism, homophobia, racism …


Where are the people we need? 

The politicians, the CEOs and MBAs … Where are they?


May God raise a new generation of leaders who can see the goodness of life, and life’s purpose, who defend it with all their worth - not for personal gain, but for the welfare of all God’s creatures, great and small.


Here we are today … sitting in someone’s pew, keeping it warm and up-to-date for those who’ll be here tomorrow. 


What we pray for, how we vote, the things we value … it all counts - our faith in Christ - it’s all important. The world needs people of faith.


God Bless you on this weekend in honor or Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. … and to God be the glory. Amen!

Sunday, January 15, 2017

"Immanuel" - January 15, 2017, Immanuel Presbyterian Church, Los Angeles

Isaiah 49.1-7;  Psalm 40.7-9; 1 Corinthians 1.1-3; John 1.29-31

Good Morning Immanuel.
And God’s Peace to you.
God’s love and mercy.
God’s goodness and grace.

The stuff of life.
That keeps us going.
No matter what.
No matter how hard the road becomes.

And sometimes the road is long and miserable.
Sometimes everything that can go wrong goes wrong.
It happens now and then.
Everything upside down.

A topsy turvy world, it can be.
And we’re not quite sure how to go.
Or what to do.
Or when and where it’ll end.

Such is life for all of us.
Sometimes grand and sometimes not.
Yet here we are.
In this place and time.

A time to worship and lift our voices.
To join in the chorus of God’s People throughout the ages.
If we listen, we can hear them:
Abraham and Sarah, Isaac and Rebekah, Jacob and Rachel.

A chorus of faith.
A song of hope.
The vibrant sounds of creation.
The original moment of light breaking out.

The Spirit of God hovers over the primal waters.
When nothing was everything.
And everything was nothing.
Only the Spirit, like a dove, wings beating.

And there it came, in the night.
The light, bright and pure.
By Word of Mouth, a Word spoken.
Let there be light.

In the beginning was the Word.
And the Word was with God.
And the Word was God.
And there was light.

Plenty of light.
Lots of light.
Enough light to make things grow.
Light to lead the way.

Down through the ages.
People have believed … strange stuff, this believing stuff:
I believe in God the Father Almighty, 
Maker of Heaven and Earth.

And in Jesus Christ.
God’s only Son our LORD.
Conceived by the Holy Spirit.
Born of the Virgin Mary.

I believe in the Holy Spirit.
The Holy catholic church.
The Communion of Saints.
The resurrection of the body and the life everlasting.

Strange stuff, this believing stuff.
Because some stuff is dangerous.
Really, really dangerous.
Takes us to God …

And God sees to it that our life -
Is no longer our own.
God weaves our lives into the very life of the universe.
God sets the pace of our every step.

And we’re glad to be a part of God.
Glad to know the goodness of Christ.
And sometimes we’re not glad to be a part of God.
Sometimes the calling of God is more than we can bear.

Like Isaiah, the reluctant prophet.
A messenger of faith, hope and love.
That’s what we are.
We’re messengers.

Messengers of a good and godly word.
A transformative word.
A difficult word.
A word that speaks to the deepest places of life.

A word that creates and recreates.
A single word, a string of words.
Words to bless and words to inspire.

Sure, there are plenty of words that deconstruct.
Words that wreck and destroy, maim and malign.
Words that are lies, and lies that are words.
And we don’t know which is what, and what is which.

Because some liars are masters of their craft.
Clever in their deceptions.
Skilled in slander and fake news.
And people will be misled - by these masters of the lie.

Misled - all the way to disaster.
Because of clever lies.
Lies that glitter.
But are not gold.

So God calls Isaiah.
And God calls you and me.
Here and now.
For our time and day.

The message of faith, hope and love.
Grace, mercy and peace.
Christ born in a stable.
And crowned with thorns.

Baptized in the Jordan.
And crucified on a cross.
Dead and buried.
And three days later …

A stone rolled away.
Roman guards knocked senseless.
Women amazed.
Disciples bewildered.

And then the Spirit all over again.
Hovering over those uncertain disciples.
In an upper room.
Full of doubt and fear.

Flames danced upon their heads that day.
And they began to speak.
That strange and Holy Day of Pentecost.

And the people in Jerusalem.
They heard the word in their own tongue.
In their own language.
Words they could understand.
Words of faith, hope and love.

It made sense to them.
And many believed.
Though some thought to themselves:
These clowns are only drunk.

But drunk they were not.
Stone cold sober they were, on that great awakening day.
They spoke of faith and hope.
They made sense of things in a strange and uncertain time.

And these gospel words still makes sense today.
They always have.
And always will.
Because God is truth, and truth is love.

And love defeats the lies.
Love defends the poor
Love finds ways to get along.
And has no need for bluff and bluster.

But love does need justice.
Love needs truth.
Love cannot sit idly by when some want to take it all.
And the children go hungry.

So here we are in faith dear friends.
On the road we go.
The LORD ahead of us, with light and love.
Come follow me, says he … ever strong and ever good … his name, Immanuel.

Immanuel.
I love the name.
God with us.
That’s what it means.

Immanuel.
The very presence of God.
The God of light and love.
The God always with us.

I don’t know what the future holds.
But I know God holds the future.
And the arc of history bends toward justice.
Love prevails, love wins.

Sometimes the way ahead has to be the cross.
That we know.
And that we believe.
The love of God is forged in hard ways and hammered nails.

Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., 
so wisely noted:
The measure of man is not what he does in comfort, 
But when caught up in challenge and controversy.

Follow Christ?
How easily we throw that notion around.
As if it were a cakewalk.
And sometimes it IS easy.

But Jesus speaks of challenging times.
A cross to be carried.
A plow to be managed, and never, ever again, look back.
To follow Jesus - it can be hard, sometimes.

But hard or not.
What other way might there be?
Where else can we go?
To find such a lasting hope; the one John called, The Lamb of God?

If you’ve seen Rogue One.
You know the line.
“Revolutions are built upon hope.”
And there is no larger hope than Christ.

And no greater revolution than Christianity.
Sure, there are those who would tame Christianity.
Make it docile and quite.
A servant of the rich, or a tool for personal enhancement.

But Christ is the revolution.
The turner of tables and the disrupter of the status quo.
He speaks of love when others cry for hate.
He offers forgiveness when the proud call for judgment.

Christ is our hope and Christ is our peace.
Christ is our voice.
Christ is our revolution.
The way forward; the way to life.

Happy are those who make the LORD their trust.
Who do not turn to the proud.
Those who go after false gods.
And there’s plenty of that these days, dear friends.

False gods galore.
Noise and pride.
Mocking the disabled and damning the poor.
Folks so hungry for power they’ll do and say anything.

Nothing new with any of this.
So let’s not be surprised.
Let’s not be naive.
Let’s keep our eyes upon Christ, instead.

Stay the course and love one another.
Never give up.
Or turn away.
We shall remain engaged and determined.

To bear the cross of hope.
To carry the message of peace.
To challenge the powers that be.
And tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

So, help me God.
And that’s the anchor, isn’t it?
God helps us.
God sustains and God guides.

God with us: Immanuel.
The Christ of everlasting glory.

The Christ who refused the easy way out.
And choose the hard way in.
To serve the LORD God Almighty 
And to love the world to the end.

Immanuel: God with us.
Let it be so.
In word and deed.
Song and service.

Let the tower of this church point toward heaven.
To lift the human spirit.
To remind the discouraged and the downtrodden.
That life is worth the living, and the living is worth everything.

To remind the oppressor and the cruel.
That God moves in a mysterious way wonders to perform.
Justice will have the last word.
Goodness will triumph over evil.

Immanuel: God with us.
That’s our message.
And we are the messengers.

To the glory of God.
The transformation of our world.
The healing of the nations.
And the salvation of all nature.


Amen and Amen!