Showing posts with label mystery of God's purpose. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mystery of God's purpose. Show all posts

Monday, July 22, 2024

7.21.24 "This I Know" - Westminster Presbyterian Church, Pasadena, CA

 Ephesians 2.11-16; Ephesians 2.17-22


“When I leave church, I want to feel better than when I came in,” my friend said to me …  

Melodie Mariposa performing at
Westminster, 7.21.24

I keep that in mind when I write my sermons and prepare the liturgy … I think of my friends, I think of you … 


And, I think of myself … 


There are times when my spiritual energies are nil … 

the springs of hope and peace run dry … 

writer’s block, spiritual block, the doldrums, the down times … 

the sun dimmed by heavy clouds … 

sadness and weariness overtake my soul … 

lousy memories trigger a flood of regret … 

momentary setbacks - when things just go plumb wrong … knocked for a loop, knocked off balance … set back on my heels …

Old fears that have been with me my entire life … 


Good golly Miss Molly …


St John of the Cross called it “the dark night of the soul” ..


A whole book about it in the 16th Century … for young monks, who were at the top of their game when they entered the monastery … close to God, a deep sense of prayer, lots of joy, peace, happiness … the daily disciplines, the long hours of prayer and work, all of it good … the soul dances light upon the earth …


And, then, one day, it goes south … 

candles burn out, 

joy takes a hike, 

the days become laborious and unrewarding … 

prayers are hard, and go nowhere … 

the soul drags along, tired and weary … 

the young monk becomes discouraged … 


where’s the joy, what happened to my happiness, why now is prayer so hard, so unbearable, and these duties, why now so empty of meaning, where’s my energy, my hope, my peace? 


At just such a time, the young monk is tempted to leave the monastery … 


I’m unfit for this calling, I don’t belong here, I’m too sinful for all of this, I’m not up to it … maybe I was wrong about this, I don’t have what it takes, and what it takes is beyond me.


John of the Cross, tells the young monk: God is preparing a new day for you … 


no one can stay on top of the world all the time; 

there are times when we need to be in the valley of darkness … 


it’s called growing, and growing up, growing out, learning the hard lessons as well as the sweet lessons of life.


John of the Cross tells of a sculptor who throws a tarp over the work-in-progress … to shield the work from prying eyes.


If we watched what God was doing, we’d rush in with our own suggestions … we’d tell God, “Do it this way, do it that way.”


We’d muck it all up with our ideas … 

So God does us an enormous favor …

God conceals the critical work of soul-formation … in the critical moments of life.


When the time is right, God pulls back the tarpaulin to reveal something new … a new chapter in our life.


St. John of the Cross understands a lot of things; his counsel and wisdom comforts the guides the soul.


When all is dark, wait … 

wait for the revealing … 

wait for the light.


Don’t give up, don’t walk away, 

don’t doubt the original calling; 

don’t be too hard on yourself … 

be patient, wait upon the LORD … a new day is coming.


“When I leave church, I want to feel better than when I came in,” said my friend.


We have to be careful … 


The church has sometimes helped people feel better about all the wrong things … 


In the 19th century, across the southern tier of the nation, minsters were cautioned to never bring up the question of slavery …  


“Just preach Christ” … some even stepped into the pulpit to defend the practice:


Enslavement is perfectly fine, the whip is acceptable, treating the enslaved as cattle is all a part of God’s will … God is on our side.


Ministers who raised the question were ousted from their pulpits.


Folks wanted to leave church feeling better about all the wrong things.


In the north, in the midwest, far west, folks went to church to hear the “gospel” … 


it’s ok to hate the Indigenous, 

take their land, break the treaties, 

put their children into specialized schools where their hair is cut, 

their indigenous clothing taken away, 

punished if they speak their indigenous tongue … 


it’s ok; it’s God’s will … and the people leave church feeling better than when they came in.


In Nazi Germany, many churches turned themselves over to German Christianity … Germany First, make Germany great again, Germany over all … large Nazi flags and banners in the sanctuary … the upraised hand, once the sign of blessing, slightly tilted forward, becomes the Nazi salute … Jews deserved to be hated, war is necessary, God is on our side.  


They leave church feeling better - about all the wrong things.


I want to leave here feeling better than when I came, and I want the same for you … but we have to be clear, we have to be sure, that what we feel good about is something good, the real deal, the genuine article …  


Not the wrong things, but the right things … 


And why?


When we feel better about the right things, we change the wrong things … we are the salt of the earth, says Jesus, we are the light of the world.


Here are some things that I find helpful … rooted in Scripture, celebrated in our traditions, confirmed in daily life:


Remember: Joshua orders the trumpets to blow, and the walls tumble down ..


Remember: the Prodigal Son returns home …


Remember: the Lost Sheep is found.


Dear friends:


Be not afraid, though there is plenty in this life to scare the wits out of us.


You are loved, you are forgiven … all the way to eternity.


You will do it … you’ve come through so much already, you’ll come through whatever life throws at you … when you’re down, it’s only for a season … if you can’t see God, God sees you, and God is hard at work.


Remember, you have friends … here they are, sitting with you … you have Moses and the Prophets … you have the Apostle Paul and the Holy Spirit … in the center of it all, you have Christ.


You don’t have all the answers, but you don’t need all the answers … 


You have courage, you get up in the morning and face the day … one step at a time is maybe all you can do, but you’ll do it … you’ll face the day, you’ll make it through …  


You have faith in Christ … enough to move a few mountains and change the world.


Don’t expect too much of yourself …   


But expect enough of yourself to push yourself into new regions of life and work … take a few chances.


In your search for God, you will sometimes find God … and then, remember, God always finds you.


When you’re knocked down, God will lay down beside you … when it’s time to get up and try again, God will be at your side …  


You have love in your heart … remember that.


Keep in mind those who love you … they’re not wrong … even when you’re not so lovable, you’re still worthy of love, you always have gifts, you’re a person of importance … you are someone’s link to life.


To leave here, and feel better, than when you got here.


Hallelujah and Amen

Sunday, January 14, 2024

1.14.24 "Samuel" - Westminster Presbyterian Church, Pasadena, CA

 First reading: 1 Samuel 3.1-10;Second reading: 1 Samuel 3.11-20


You’ve heard me say it before,

and I say it again …


The Bible holds infinite value for at least two reasons …


  1. it’s grounded in sorrow and loss … 
  2. it holds fast to the ideals …


As for the sorrow and loss, the Bible is the real McCoy … 


the real deal … 

nothing artificial about it … 

no one is pretending anything …

the stories, prayers, and hymns of the Bible are forged in the fires of loss and death …

the reality of the human condition.


As for holding fast to the ideals - you bet … 

a God of mercy and love, a creator who calls this world into being … life abundant … a world brimming over with energy and hope … and a creature to care for it all … a strange creature, part dirt, part divinity, feet on the ground; head in the heavens … aka - you and me.


The Bible takes seriously the human condition … but nowhere does the Bible give up hope.


When all seems lost, 

God creates a way through the sea … 

In the wilderness, God is present … 

a pillar of cloud by day to shield us from the sun and lead the way … 

a column of fire at night to warm our hearts and ward off the demons … 

when we’re hungry, manna in the morning … 

when we’re thirsty, water from a rock … 

and always ahead of us, somewhere out there, the Promised Land … we’ll get there, we’ll make it … when war is no more, and the tears are gone, and all of creation made new.


The story of Samuel is just such a story …


It begins so simply, with a family, and a woman’s heartache:


There was a man, Elkanah … from the hill country of Ephraim … he had two wives; the name of the one was Hannah, and the name of the other Peninnah. Peninnah had children, but Hannah had no children.


Every year, this family journeyed to the shrine at Shiloh to offer sacrifices to the LORD of hosts … after the reasonable portions were offered to the priests, and consumed in the fires of the altar, the rest was divided up between Peninnah and her children, each with a share, and a double share for Hannah, because, as the story goes, Elkanah loves Hannah.


Hannah grieves for the children she doesn’t have … and to make matters worse: Peninnah provoked her, to irritate her … to add insult to injury.


The Bible says: Hannah was deeply distressed and prayed to the Lord, and wept bitterly. She made this vow: “O Lord of hosts, if only you will look on the misery of your servant, and remember me, and not forget your servant, but will give to your servant a male child, then I will set him before you as a nazirite until the day of his death. He shall drink neither wine nor intoxicants, and no razor shall touch his head.”


Hannah bargains with God … which opens up a can of worms for us …


If you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours.

If you invite me to your home, I’ll invite you to mine.

If you’re nice to me, I’ll be nice to you.


More to the point … can we bargain with God?


If you heal me, I’ll become a missionary or a minister.

If you give me riches and power, I’ll use them only to make this a better world.


How many soldiers in how many foxholes have promised God the moon if only God would save them from the jaws of death.


Yes, we all bargain with God, we bargain with life, we bargain with the world.


I can’t tell you that it’s wrong to make a bargain with God … nor can I tell you bargaining is how it works …


This much I can say: God hears our prayers, our laments … God feels our losses and our sorrows … God knows our heartache!


The Psalmist writes: You have kept count of my tossing; put my tears in your bottle.


Every prayer is answered … 

God says Yes - more often than not …

God says No - from time-to-time …

God says Maybe - we’ll see how it plays out …


None of us know fully the mind of God … but this we know for sure: God is trustworthy … 

I am with you always … to deliver and defend … 

I am with you in your joys and pleasures; 

I am with you in your despair and loss … 

I am with you when your faith is strong; 

I am with you when your faith falters and fails … 

I am with you when you love me; 

I am with you when you deny me … 

I am with you when you make your vows; 

I am with you when you break them … 

I am with you in your conception and birth … 

I am with you in the days of your life, as the world turns … 

I am with you at the end … when the last mortal breath is taken, there I am.


In due course, Hannah conceives and bears a son … Samuel … which means: “God heard” … or … “I have asked/borrowed him from the LORD” … 


Hannah stands by her vow … 


She brings Samuel to the Shrine of Shiloh … there to learn, work and grow, in the things of God, under the tutelage of Eli, a good and decent man, with two lousy sons who are priests in the shrine … they’re guilty of crimes against God and the people - they skim the coffers, fleece the flock, fatten themselves …  


But Samuel is there as well …


He grows in wisdom and stature … his mother stands by him!


As the story goes, so poignantly,


His mother used to make for him a little robe 

and take it to him each year, 

when she went up with her husband to offer the yearly sacrifice.


Then, one evening, three times the call, a voice  … at first Samuel thinks Eli has called him … after the third time, Eli says: Go, lie down; and if he calls you, you shall say, ‘Speak, Lord, for your servant is listening.’


So Samuel went and lay down in his place, and the voice called him again … with a commission, a purpose, a plan:


No longer to serve the LORD in Shiloh, but to be a prophet to the people … to the nation, to the world.


Who would have known, at the time, what was afoot in the heart of God? 


Throughout history, those rare and gifted persons who actually turn the wheels of government and church, who make a lasting difference …


Who would have known?


February 12, 1809, a log cabin, rural Kentucky … a boy is born to Thomas and Nancy Lincoln, and they name him Abe.

April 10, 1880, Boston, Massachusetts, Francis Perkins, who would play a pivotal role in the Roosevelt administration, shaping post-Depression policy, including Social Security and minimum wage laws.

January 15, 1929, Atlanta Georgia … the son of a preacher man, Martin Luther King, Jr. whose birthday we celebrate tomorrow.


Who would have known?


And who knows where and how the future is already being shaped by God … a child is born … here in Altadena, Lisbon, Mexico City, Tokyo, London … who can see the future?


Samuel grows up to become a major player in Israel’s story … and one day, born of Mary, in Bethlehem, another little boy, who grows up to become the Savior of the world.


To God be the glory. Amen and Amen!