Monday, March 3, 2025

3.2.25 "It's Your Call" - Westminster Presbyterian Church, Pasadena, CA

 Luke 9.18-27; Luke 9.28-36


For our LORD, some quiet time … he prays …


Arms behind his back, pacing a bit? …  

does he kneel, his face to the ground? … 

does he sit on a large stone somewhere, his legs stretched out before him, his arms behind him, propping him up? … relaxed … looking out and about … 

are his eyes closed? … 

is he tense? … distressed? … calm?


Jesus prays … 

in the morning as the sun rises? … 

in the evening, as the day draws to a close? … 

or just a quick moment in an otherwise busy day? … 

like we all have now and then, when a meeting is cancelled, and we actually have a genuinely free moment?


Jesus prays … and, then … something occurs to him … he asks the disciples, What’s the scuttlebutt? … what are folks saying about me?



An intimate moment in Luke’s Gospel … this man of ability and love … this sweet man who gives of himself tirelessly … he’s curious … what’s being said about me?


Some folks say you’re John the Baptist come back from the dead, say the disciples … others say you’re Elijah … or one of the ancient prophets … 


Jesus nods … with a wry smile on his face? … maybe a wink? … Ahhh, so that’s what folks think of me? Someone from the past. A hero returned from the dead.


Jesus pauses, I think … takes a deep breath … and asks, Who do you say that I am?


Who is Jesus? 


Google that question, and you’ll be busy for a long, long, time … entire libraries exist on this question … books, books, and more books; authors, agents, publishers … podcasts, Substack, and blogs. 


In our Presbyterian tradition, we have John Calvin and the Calvinists … 


The Lutherans have Luther …


Roman Catholics have the Pope …


The Orthodox have their Archbishops …


Fundamentalists, pentecostals, and liberals … 

megachurch pastors, and storefront preachers … 

Mormon boys on their bicycles, 

and street preachers with a placard,

and folks like me.


All of it helpful … some of it confusing, some of it good, and some of it not.


Somewhere along the road comes the question, What about you? Who do you say I am?


Peter replies, You’re the Messiah, the Anointed One of God … Peter’s not far off the path, but Jesus shuts down the conversation … 


Jesus sternly orders and commands them not to tell anyone!


Why?


The word “messiah” is a dangerous word … many thought of the Messiah as a king, like David of old, a powerful leader, soldiers and chariots, shields and swords … restore the monarchy, rebuild the city, set the people free from Roman domination, make Judah great again.


The quest for power, dreams of glory …


Christianity has more often than not failed the test.


The Inquisition, colonialism, eradication of indigenous peoples, the Salem Witch Hunts, the oppression of women, countless wars … and slavery … all in the name of Christ.


The light of history reveals faith gone wrong all too often … when linked with empire and weapons … it’s not a pretty picture … it’s no wonder some Christians would rather bury the truth rather than tell the truth.


But there’s a flip side to the story - faith rises up and does what’s right … 


faith takes up the cross of Christ, not the sword of Satan … 

faith emancipates the slave, gives women the vote … ends the cruelty of child labor; proclaims the gospel in joy and hope … works for peace, the environment, civil rights … saving souls, and healing bodies … with liberty and justice for all.


When all is said and done, when the books are closed, and the preacher says Amen! … still the question comes to each of us: Who do you say that I am?


Recently, I read a fine biography of Abraham Lincoln.


Again and again, Lincoln turns to the words of Jesus, when tells the story of a house divided against itself.


On the question of slavery … 


Lincoln holds his Bible in one hand, and the Constitution in the other … Lincoln and his wife, Mary, attend New York Avenue Presbyterian Church.


On the other side of the question:


The president of the Confederate States, Jefferson Davis and his wife, Varina, attend St. Paul’s Episcopal Church in Richmond, VA, a church ofter referred to as the “Cathedral of the Confederacy.”


Lincoln declares slavery to be an abomination … Davis believes slavery to be a good arrangement.


A house divided.


In a personal note, Lincoln writes:


God cannot be for and against the same thing at the same time.


In Lincoln's Second Inaugural address, he says:


Both [sides] read the same Bible and pray to the same God, and each invokes [God’s] aid against the other. …. The prayers of both could not be answered.


A house divided.


The divide remains, I fear … do women have the right to chose for themselves, or does a woman’s body belong to the government when she’s pregnant? … 


Can gay and lesbian persons marry? - or does their right to marry destroy our nation’s morality? 


Those who stormed the Capital on January 6 - are they criminals or patriots?


Are trans-people evil? Are they and their families a threat to America?


I am deeply concerned - about the present moment … a spiritual misalignment of certain forms of Christianity that I believe to be contrary to the cross of Christ, linked with political views I find antithetical to the spirit of our Constitution … all of it underwritten with enormous amounts of money! dark money, well-hidden from view … when this kind of money sets the pace, something is wrong … life cannot be bought and sold, faith cannot be purchased and traded upon … truth is not found on the New York Stock Exchange, or in the commodities market.


Who is Jesus?


You’re the Messiah! … says Peter.


Yes! Jesus IS the Messiah, but of a different order than what Peter expected …  


Peace, not power … salvation, not a sword … truth, not a throne … welcome, not exclusion … forgiveness, not condemnation … generosity, not greed … trust, not fear … the Messiah of God crosses borders and does not create them … the Messiah of God: God’s mercy, God’s goodness, God’s peace … for God so loves the world.


Jesus speaks of suffering …  the powerful reject him …  they crown him with a crown of thorns … they kill him … 


Jesus speaks of self-denial - the bombshell of all ethics … no wonder the powerful despise him …  


Jesus speaks of the cross … the cross for anyone who wants to be a part of a better world … a heavy cross, it is … the weight of the world upon his shoulders, and our shoulders, too.


Jesus speaks of spiritual things - lest we get lost in material things … Jesus draws a firm line in the sand on wealth and spiritual disciplines … where your treasure is, that’s where we find your heart! 


Jesus says pointedly: If you’re ashamed of my kind of love, if you have little interest in my words, my actions, my values … if you reject the cross, and shape the gospel to suit your own interests, you cut yourself off from God.


When all is said and done … when the books are closed, and the preacher says, Amen! … still the question comes to each of us: morning, noon, and night: Who do you say that I am?


Eight days later, the mount of Transfiguration, Elijah and Moses are there … a cloud of glory, bright and beautiful … a voice proclaims, This is my son, my chosen; listen to him.


Amen and Amen!

Monday, February 24, 2025

2.23.25 "Alone" Westminster Presbyterian Church, Pasadena, CA

 John 20.1-10; John 20.11-18


Mary comes to the garden - alone … 


Early morning, still dark … all is quiet, all is sad.


Filled with grief … full of sorrow … alone …


Was it a sleepless night for her? 


Tossing and turning, trying to get comfy, fluffing the pillow, pulling up the covers - calm the mind, focus on something peaceful … 


yet the mind refuses to rest, 

the mind races over the events of the last few days … 

replaying it again and again … 


the feelings, the thoughts, the fear, the frustration … ending up at the same place … no matter how many times the scenes are played out … nothing changes!


Oh, what’s the use? Just get up and do something. 


Get dressed … slip out to a quiet place … what else to do? 


One step at a time … to the garden, to the tomb, to where they laid his bruised body … 


This gentle, good, man … arrested, beaten, sentenced to death … because he speaks truth to those in power … this gentle man of peace and healing, has the courage of a lion, and the strength of an eagle … 


And they hated him for it … 


They couldn’t stand his truth, his love, his hope … all they know is power … the power of the sword, the power of wealth, the power of being top dog, the power of being king of the hill.


I can’t sleep, says Mary … no use trying … I have to get up … I have to go there … the last place, one more time, to see for myself … 


Filled with grief, full of sorrow … all by herself, all alone … in the early morning of the day after the Sweet Man took his last breath on the cross, and whispered, It is finished!


Mary goes to the tomb, alone.


There is no easy way through grief … it’s a lonely business.


Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death …


There is no running, there is no quick step, there is no leap and a jump … the weight of grief lays heavy on the heart, darkness fills the mind, there is no sleep, no rest, no peace … there is no hurry possible … 


The world around us hurries on … gotta get back to business, the world says to itself, and hurries off to the next meeting.


The world looks over its shoulder and says, We love you. Take care of yourself. We’ll see ya’ soon.  


But soon never seems to arrive … the world and its hurry-up attitude leaves us in our sorrow … the world sends a card to us, and says, Now, if there’s anything you need, let me know.


But how do you tell someone? … you need their arms to hold you … you need them to sit with you, quietly … in the hard moments of grief … to share your tears, your emptiness, your weariness of body and soul.


There is a time to weep, and a time to laugh; 

a time to mourn, and a time to dance;


The world is eager to laugh … the world heads out to the dance … and those in grief are all alone … 


Mary goes to the Garden - alone … 


She discovers the stone has been removed … What’s this all about? … what has happened? … what have they done with him?


She runs now … panic and fear … 


She runs to Simon, to the other disciple, and to the one whom Jesus loves, and tells them what she has seen.


They run to the tomb … no slow walk at this point … they run … it’s a race to get there first … the first shall be last, and the last shall be first, in this little sequence of sorrow … and all they see are the linen wraps lying there … and the strangest thing of all, the cloth covering the Sweet Man’s face neatly rolled up in a place by itself …


The men return home …


Mary stays behind - alone.


Weeping … alone.


She bends over to look into the tomb … and sees two angels in white … sitting where the Sweet Man’s body had lain … one at the head, and one at the feet … they pose a question to her … Why are you weeping?


Oh for crying out loud, can’t you see?

Do you not know?

They taken the Sweet Man’s body away … I don’t know what they’ve done with it?


She turns from them - they’re no help at all … 


And someone else is there in the garden … he asks the same foolish question, Why are you weeping? … whom are you looking for?


Early in the morning, who else is up in a place like this?


The gardener, of course … he’d be up, busy with the day’s work … pruning and raking, pulling weeds, watering … it’s the gardener, of course … What have you done with him? asks Mary. Have you put his body somewhere? Tell me …  I’ll go get it, and I’ll take him away, this Sweet Man.


Mary turns … 


And then she hears, Mary!.


He knows my name? How does he know my name? Who is he? 


Mary turns, and in a moment, she knows … in her Aramic language,, Rabbouni … Rabbi … Teacher … 


She embraces him … quickly he says to her, Do not hold me … the day is not yet done … there is still more to do … I must ascend to the Father and your Father, to my God and your God.


Mary goes to the disciples and announces … what a wonderful word, to announce, like a brass band in the Rose Parade, I have seen the LORD.


Death does not win the battle with Jesus … he must die, of course, to finish the journey … our journey, the human journey … God takes every bit of it, claims all of it … the good, the bad, and the ugly … crucified, dead, and buried, says the creed.


And on the third day …


In that Garden, alone, Mary meets the Risen LORD … she receives the first commission, Go to the others … tell them … and tell them again and again … and to all the world … the goodness of peace and hope, courage and love … a message forged in the fires of God’s great love … a message given in the life of One Sweet Man … who dares to speak truth to power, who gives himself up for the sins of the world, who visits us in our agony and pain, who comes to us in our tears and loss … 


I come to the garden alone,

While the dew is still on the roses;

And the voice I hear, falling on my ear,

The Son of God discloses.


And He walks with me, and He talks with me,

And He tells me I am His own,

And the joy we share as we tarry there,

None other has ever known.


Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me.


There is a time to weep, and a time to laugh; 

a time to mourn, and a time to dance;


Amen and Amen!