Showing posts with label amazing grace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label amazing grace. Show all posts

Sunday, July 22, 2012

July 22, 2012, "Promises and Prayers"

2 Samuel 7.4-9


How do the Ten Commandments begin?
Be careful.
Trick question.
Most folks think of a commandment … no other gods … don’t lie, cheat or steal … 
Which reminds me:
A religion teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her five and six year olds.
After explaining the commandment to "honor your father and your mother," she asked, "Is there a commandment that teaches us how to treat our brothers and sisters?"
Without missing a beat one little boy answered, "You shall not kill?"

How do the Commandments begin?
The Commandments begin with a declaration:
I am the LORD your God who brought you of the land of Egypt, out of the house of bondage … 
The Commandments begin with grace.
The bedrock of the Bible.
The cornerstone of faith.
The heartbeat of Calvinism.
We’re Calvinists … we belong to the Reformed Tradition; the Swiss Reformation in particular: Zwingli, Bucer and Calvin … we’re Presbyterians, because our spiritual forebears in Great Britain used the term, “Presbyterian” to describe our form of government - we’re governed by Presbyters, or Elders … I’m a teaching Elder; Lucy Ann Bristol is a Ruling Elder.
Grace is the heartbeat of Presbyterian life.
It is by grace that we are saved!

I went to a Christian High School in Grand Rapids, Michigan … Dutch Reformed high school, Calvinist to the core, steeped in the language and life of grace.
Kids from other traditions attended, as well, and one day, in Bible class, a discussion between an Anabaptist student and the teacher. 
Anabaptist means rebaptism … infant baptism not good enough; baptism allowed for adults who confess their faith in Christ.
Calvin fought the Anabaptists.
Why?
Because believer’s baptism shifts the focus to the believer and compromises the glory of God.
Churches that practice “believer’s baptism” are Anabaptists. If we were to join an Anabaptist congregation, they would rebaptize us, because our infant baptism isn’t good enough.

Anyway, the student advocated “believer’s baptism.” 
The teacher said to the student - I’ll never forget it: Salvation is too important to be left in human hands.
Only a Calvinist can say that!
Salvation is from God, from the first inkling of faith, to the full blown faith of worship and love.
God builds the house - all of it, from the foundation to the roof, basement, living room and attic … all of it, built by God!
By grace alone we are saved! 
Dear People of God: We are people of grace!
Grace is the heartbeat of our hymns.
Grace is the theme of our preaching.
Grace is the strength of our prayers.
Grace alone.
God alone.
Pure gift - all the time.
A child in her mother’s arms, clings to mama’s dress with tight little fists … in the child’s mind, she hangs on to her mama; but we know the truth - mama holds the child.
Were mama to let go, what would happen?
The child would fall.
The child isn’t strong enough to hang on; it’s mama’s strength that holds the child.
That’s the story morning glory.
The story of grace.
Amazing Grace.
How sweet the sound.
That saved a wretch like me.
Once I was lost, but now am found.
Was blind, but now I see.

Grace is the hope we have for life in the midst of all the craziness … God doesn’t wait for a perfect world, or perfect people … God is on the move, here and now, in the world just as it is … 
Sorrow and violence.
Terrible things.
Jeremiah thrown into the well.
Jesus crucified.
Paul arrested and sent to Rome.
The crusades and the Inquisition.
Wars and rumors of war.
There is evil in the world.
The shocking events in Aurora, Colorado leave us bewildered and frightened.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death …
Shadows of death, deep, dark and cold.
But the darkness isn’t dark enough to blind God … darkness is the same as light to God.
Where there is sin, there is grace all the more. 
For every killer, there is a visionary who sees a better world.
For every inhuman moment, there is a Mother Teresa wrapping the wounds of a dying child.
For all the powers of hatred, there is a Nelson Mandela, Martin Luther King, Jr., Dorothy Day, Dag Hammarskjold, Albert Schweitzer.

A TV movie about nuclear war - my son was but 7 or 8, and it frightened him … that night in bed, we talked about it … he was upset and worried … and then I said to him, “Josh, don’t worry. For everyone who wants to make war, there are many more who work for peace.”
God sees to it there are people who love.
Who forgive.
Who work for peace.
Who make the room brighter when they enter it.
Who make life easier for all the rest of us.
People of Grace.
Gracious People.
Who chose the best, lift up hope, speak kindly, affirm and welcome, open doors, and love with the love of Christ.

We find grace on every page of the Bible.
Our passage this morning is filled with grace:
David, you got here only because I cleared the way for you.
David, I took you from the pasture to be the leader of my people.
David, I’ve been with you wherever you’ve gone.
Then come the promises … promises to David … promises for David’s family … David’s future … the people … the long haul … the whole world … you and me, here and now! 
It’s God who builds the house!
THEN David prays!
After the promises - comes the prayer.
Before we do anything, comes the grace.
The sequence is important.
How many times have I heard people say, “If only I could pray better. If only I had more faith. If only I knew what to say.”
But thank God we don’t have to think like that.
It’s not the words we use, or even the faith we have.
It’s always God, and God’s promises … God’s grace.

Prayer is a response to grace.
A response to the promises of God.
Listen to how David prays:
Who am I LORD to have such grace in my life?
You have me brought me this far, and that would have been enough, but it wasn’t enough for you … you have established a future for my family and the generations to come.
What more can I say, O LORD?
You are honorable and faithful … you are great.
And with your greatness, O God, we’ll be great, too.
LORD God, you are truly God. Your words are trustworthy!
John writes centuries later:
This is love: it is not that we loved God
But that God loved us and sent his son
As the sacrifice that deals with our sins.
That we might love - not first, because we can’t.
But at last, because God has loved us first.

When a friend started ministry, an associate pastor … every time he did something - preached, taught a class, took some kids on a mission trip - he would receive a hand-written note of thanks from a retired doctor, Fritz Schwartz.
My friend soon had a stack of notes.
Took them to a staff meeting one day, and they all nodded knowingly.
The staff had been getting these notes for years.
They all had stacks of them.
The pastor said, “You know why he does this?”
My friend said, “Because he knows the value of encouragement and gratitude.”
Then my friend heard the full story.
For more than 50 years, Fritz’s wife had written the notes.
When she died, he decided to continue her legacy.
To honor her and stay in touch with her love.
He took up doing what she had done all those years.
She loved first that Fritz might love at last.
God loves first that we might love at last!
To God be the glory.
Amen and Amen!

Sunday, July 8, 2012

July 8, 2012, "Violence and Grace"

2 Samuel 5.1-4


The news is all around us.

The evening news, a mid-day report on our favorite radio station, the LA Times, the internet … journals and magazines …
No end to the stories, and most of them sad:
  • Giant corporations manipulate stock prices.
  • Famous movie star gets a divorce.
  • Unrest all around the world.
  • Muslims blow up a church.
  • Christians burn down a mosque.
We shake our heads.
Shed our tears.
Offer up a prayer:
Have mercy on our troubled world, O God.
Bear with us, we pray.
Keep loved ones safe.
Bless our leaders with patience and vision.
Deliver us from evil.

An excellent book about Los Angeles in the 20th Century … L.A. Noir … by John Buntin … weaves a tale of violence and grace around two characters: Chief of Police, William Parker and Mobster, Mickey Cohen (some of you remember their names and the headlines they generated).
My daughter gave me the book because she knows how much I’m interested in the places where I live … I’ve always made an effort to understand how and why a town looks and feels and lives like it does … and every place is different … and every place has its story!
Yet there’s a common thread to every story; certain themes emerge all the time: violence and grace … the dark side of life, and the bright light of hope … things going to hell in a handbasket and folks joining hands to make things better.

Violence and grace.

Mobster, Mickey Cohen, would kill without a second thought - it was a part of doing business.
He said in an interview years later, I killed no men that in the first place didn’t deserve killing.
Cohen’s nemesis was Chief of Police, William Parker. If you drive downtown, you may well pass the Parker Center, named after Chief Parker.
Cohen and Parker battled for the soul of the city.
As I read Buntin’s book, I kept saying to my wife, What a sad story.
At every turn of the page, graft, corruption, greed, people playing for power.
Movie studios and actors, mobsters, reporters, politicians, attorneys and bankers, and the police - everyone in someone’s pocket … everyone buying or selling influence … no one clean.
Mickey Cohen was kind to friends, generous with folks who worked for him, and he loved dogs. 
Chief William Parker was often mean-spirited, bigoted, and given to heavy drinking.
Even the worst are not always bad … and even the best are not always good.

But here we are.

I love Los Angeles … I ride the trains and take the bus … an amazing city of many cultures and languages, hopes and dreams.
From the ferris wheel on the Santa Monica Pier to the tall pines in Big Bear - we live in an amazing city.
I suppose we could say It’s a miracle that Los Angeles survived as it did.
What with all the violence, grace abounds!
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound.

In 1853, seven years before the Civil War, the Rev. Dr. Theodore Parker, an abolitionist working to free this nation from the evils of slavery, wrote: I do not pretend to understand the moral universe; the arc is a long one, my eye reaches but little ways; I cannot calculate the curve and complete the figure by the experience of sight; I can divine it by conscience. And from what I see I am sure it bends towards justice.
These words were likely the inspiration for Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., who said: The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends towards justice.

The Bible is honest … 
And always hopeful.
Images of hope abound:
  • Let my people go.
  • The Promised Land.
  • The lion and the lamb lay down together.
  • A child leads them.
  • Justice rolls down like water.
  • The new heaven and the new earth.
  • Perfect light and no more tears.
Paul the Apostle writes to the Christians in Rome: where sin increased, grace abounded all the more [Romans 5.20].
God is not going to be defeated!
God’s purpose prevails.
The arc of history bends toward justice … to what is good and true and right … that which sets us free and gives us life … out of the house of bondage, out of the land of Egypt … through the wilderness, mana in the morning, water from a rock … until we find our way home!

That’s the story Samuel tells - grace, like a golden thread, woven into the dark tapestry of history … grace, like a cold beer on a hot day … grace, like a loved one’s smile at the end of a tough week … grace, like the love of our LORD Jesus born into dangerous times.

The opening chapters of 2 Samuel are neck-deep in blood.
The death of Saul.
The young mercenary killed by David’s servant.
War between Israel and Judah.
Abner murdered by Joab.
Saul’s son, Israel’s king, murdered by his own men.
They bring his head to David, and meet the same fate.
2 Samuel 3 says: The war between Saul’s house and David’s house was long and drawn out. 
Is there is any hope in any of this?
Any light?
Any grace?

2 Samuel 3 … a grace note: David kept getting stronger, while Saul’s house kept getting weaker.
It has to be David.
He’s not perfect … far from it … David sins with the best of them.
But he’s a man after God’s own heart.
David remains a man of deep loyalty.

If ANYTHING can be said about God, God is loyal.
Loyal to the creation God loves so dearly.
Loyal to the creature that bears God’s image.
Loyal to the dream that one day this creature will get it right.
So loyal, that God will do anything to make it work … even die on a Roman Cross, despised by his enemies, abandoned by his friends.
In the long and terrible drama of redemption, the loyalty of God … 
God doesn’t give up, no matter the cost.
God’s loyalty on every page of the Bible.
We call that loyalty Grace.
Amazing Grace … the purest grace of all.

When the Son of David is born in David’s little town … angels sing to shepherds in the hills; wise men from the east follow a star … the Anointed One is born.
The Anointed One renders unto the Father a great loyalty … the loyalty of love … a love rich and pure, a love big enough to fill every dark hole in the universe with light.
A love I can never give to the Father, so Jesus gives this love to the Father on my behalf.
For all of humanity … every last one of us - and even more: for all creatures, great and small … 
The Leviathan of the Deep, and the creepy-crawly critters of the night … 
The hawk flying high in the morning sky, and the zebra dancing across the plain … 
For all of creation - the Son of David is born.

Yes, there is violence, and plenty of it.
And there is grace, even more.
Grace, mercy and peace.
Glory to God.
And to the Son of David, eternal praise.
Amen and Amen!

Sunday, December 9, 2007

Violence? December 9 07,

Matthew 3:1-12

Who doesn’t need a fresh start now and then?

Who doesn’t need a second chance?

A do-over?

What do they call it in golf?
A Mulligan!
Hit a bad shot.
Take a Mulligan. Do it again!

Who doesn’t need a Mulligan now and then?

Speaking of golf … a pastor was an avid golfer … played for years … went golfing every chance he had.
Well, one Sunday morning, he gets up … it was a perfect golf day … unable to resist temptation, the pastor calls the Clerk of Session and says, “Stafford, I’m not feeling well today. You’ll have to fill in.”
And with assurances from Stafford that he’ll handle the service, and a little prayer for the pastor’s health, the pastor hightails it out of the house to a golf course 50 miles away … he didn’t want to be seen.
The angels in heaven see this and say to God, “Well, what are you going to do about it?”
God says, “Don’t worry; I’ll take care of it.”

So the angels sit back to watch.

On the seventh hole, the pastor gets a hole-in-one!

The angels are baffled. “We thought you’d give the pastor a terrible game, but now you give him a hole-in-one.”

“I know,” replied God, “but who’s he going to tell?”

The love of God at work in our lives …

God is at work for good in all things … so in all things, you can find good …

I talked to a man who’s very successful … but who nearly didn’t make it … 25 years ago, a surfer doing drugs, smuggling drugs … on the edge of disaster … but he made it through … and God was there … today, he’s involved in a community of faith … ministers to young people … telling his story.

A man with a giant career in real estate and banking … a shady deal … time in prison … and now he’s got more of God in his life than ever before … he’s battling his third bout with cancer … and he’s till on top of it, still going strong, a man of faith!

A young lady who works for CLUE – Clergy and Laity United for Economic Justice – played a key roll in the new labor agreement between hotel workers and the LAX Sheraton – she’s the first in her family to graduate from high school, the first to graduate from college … an inspiring young lady who faced the worst odds … in college, racism; told flat-out by some: “You’re here just because of your color.”

She loves God and she overcomes … and now she’s thinking about seminary.

They all turned it around … defeat into victory, scars into stars … loss into gain … pain into wisdom!

“You can do it!”
You can face anything and overcome it.
You can be handed a lousy set of cards, and still win the game.

Because God is near at hand … close enough for us to feel the mystery of grace …

Like standing close to an oven … you can feel the heat … or opening a refrigerator door on a hot day, the cool air rushes out, and it feels good.

God is close enough for us to feel the mystery of grace …

A message hell doesn’t want us to hear …

The Evil One delivers the message of hell every day:

You’re stuck, and you’ll never get out.
You’ve acted this way for 20 years, and it’ll never change.
Your behavior is shameful and disgusting – you’re a terrible human being.
You’re parents don’t love you; your children are going to hell in hand-basket, and it’s all your fault.
You make poor decisions; you’re a flub, you’re a flop, you’re a failure … and don’t think about changing: it’s too late … it’ll never work … you’re trapped and your goose is cooked.

The tools of hell: discouragement, defeat, frustration, resentment, jealousy, the sense of being cheated, denied and overlooked … hopeless entrapment – stuck forever; no way out.

I saw hell yesterday – In two parking lots - angry, aggressive drivers … honking horns, screeching tires, obscene gestures - everyone on their own personal mission … every car, a threat …

The stuff of hell … to tangle us up and take us down.

God has a life-giving message …
Faith, hope and love;
Grace, mercy and peace;
Patience, courage and endurance!

Because God knows what you’re made of … God knows how good and decent you are; intelligent and gifted … God knows you can do it!

God knows what you can do, even if you don’t know it right now!

I remember teaching Josh how to ride a bike. I knew he could do it. He didn’t know it at the time; only I knew it.

But Josh trusted me.

So there we are in the street … Josh on a bike he can’t ride, and Dad running down the street with him, hand on the bike.

Back and forth a few times … huffin’ and puffin’ until that magic moment … I’m still running beside him, but no longer holding the bike … Josh is riding it, all by himself … he’s doing what I knew he could always do.

And now he knows it, too … “I can ride a bike!”

We find our way through, around, under or over.

We rebuild our lives after disaster … loss of job … the end of a marriage … illness and death … and who knows what else.

Every day I’m amazed at what people endure, how folks make it … find a way to overcome!

Thomas Merton writes about his Father dying of an inoperable brain tumor the summer of 1930.

“All summer we went regularly and faithfully to the hospital once or twice a week. There was nothing we could do but sit there, and look at Father and tell him things which he could not answer. But he understood what we said.
“In fact, if he could not talk, there were other things he could still do. One day I found his bed covered with little sheets of blue notepaper on which he had been drawing. And the drawings were real drawings. But they were unlike anything he had ever done before – pictures of little, irate Byzantine-looking saints with beards and great halos.
“Of us all, Father was the only one who really had any kind of a faith. And I do not doubt that he had very much of it, and that behind the walls of his isolation, his intelligence and his will, unimpaired and not hampered in any essential way by the partial obstruction of some of his senses, were turned to God, and communed with God Who was with him and in him, and Who gave him, as I believe, light to understand and to make use of his suffering for his own good, and to perfect his soul. …. And this affliction, this terrible and frightening illness which was relentlessly pressing him down even into the jaws of the tomb, was not destroying him after all.

And then Merton adds:

“… my father was in a fight with this tumor, and none of us understood the battle. We thought he was done for, but it was making him great” (The Seven Story Mountain, p.83).

On the road to Damascus … Saul the Pharisee, intent on great harm … and God would have none of it.

With a bolt of light and firm voice, Saul is tripped up and falls flat on his face …

Saul the Pharisee falls down … Paul the Apostle gets up!

A tough, unrelenting God … who will not let us go … the God of the prophets, Isaiah and Hosea … the God who plunges the knife of love into our hearts … and twists and turns … and it hurts like hell, but it’s the help of heaven … cutting away the old and bringing in the new …

John says to the crowd:

“What I do, I do only with water … but someone is coming after me … more powerful than I am … I’m not fit to carry his sandals …

“He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and with fire!”

The threshing floor swept clean … the wheat gathered into the storehouses of God … the chaff burned with an unquenchable fire.

A violent message.

“If God wants children, God will raise them up from the stones at your feet.”

A violent message … shake us … penetrate the layers of discouragement and pride … get to the heart; perform CPR; get it beating again.

In the Book of Revelation, letters to seven churches … the first letter to the church in Ephesus … “You’ve worked hard, but this I hold against you: you have forgotten your first love.”

“Repent and do the things you did at first” (Revelation 2:1-7).

In the Sermon on the Mount, Jesus says: “Not everyone who says, ‘LORD, LORD’ will enter the kingdom of heaven … many will say to me on that day: ‘LORD, LORD, did we not prophecy in your name, and did we not drive our demons and perform miracles.’ Then I will tell them plainly, “I never knew you. Away from me, you evildoers” (Matthew 7:21-23).

“You gave me your mouth, you gave me your hands, but you never gave me your heart.”

Violent grace … shake us, penetrate us, strip away the defensive layers – excuses and pretensions … God awakens the heart and gets it beating again.

The Ghost of Christmas Past takes Scrooge on a tour of his life – Scrooge watches the scene wherein the woman he loves walks away because Scrooge is more in love with his golden idols.

Scrooge cries out:

“Show me no more! Conduct me home. Why do you delight to torture me?”
“One shadow more!” exclaimed the Ghost.
“No more!” cried Scrooge. “No more. I don’t wish to see it. Show me no more!”
But the relentless Ghost pinioned him in both his arms, and forced him to observe what happened next.

Violent grace …

“You brood of vipers.”

“The axe is already laid at the root of the tree.”

Violent grace …

“Your sins are no more!”
“They’re gone forever!
Washed away.
Done with and over.”

To Nicodemus in the night …

To Zacchaeus up a tree …

To the woman at the well …

To the lepers and to the lame …

To you and to me …

A fresh start … a second chance!

“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me. Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies. Thou anointest my head with oil. My cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I shall dwell in the house of the LORD forever!”

Amen!