Monday, November 4, 2024

11.3.24 "Remembering the Dead" - Westminster Presbyterian Church, Pasadena, CA

Isaiah 25.6-9; Revelation 21.1-8


The Apostle Paul writes:


For I received from the Lord what I also handed on to you, that the Lord Jesus on the night when he was betrayed took a loaf of bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and said, “This is my body that is for you. Do this in remembrance of me.” In the same way he took the cup also, after supper, saying, “This cup is the new covenant in my blood. Do this, as often as you drink it, in remembrance of me.” For as often as you eat this bread and drink the cup, you proclaim the Lord’s death until he comes.


Today, we remember the Dead … a way of saying thanks, a time to learn, a time to make new promises and revive forgotten dreams … to move ahead, as best we can, to continue their work!


Years ago, in Michigan, I did a lot of bicycling … I often rode in two very large cemeteries - great roads, no traffic, except for the occasional funeral … and on all sides, gravestones … different shapes and sizes, with all sorts of sentiments engraved upon the stones … to mark the mortal remains of infants and children … the young, the middle aged, the very old … the good, the very good, and the not so good … all of them … 


In my imagination, I heard everyone sing … the little ones, the infants, the children - songs of joy, with laughter and delight.


Those with some years under their belt - a more complicated song:


We did it, and you will, too … we made mistakes, and you make yours … we love, and you love … we failed to act more than we care to admit, and in our failure, we learned … and so we pass from this life, and we pass on to you the things left undone, things that need to be undone … we sing to you, we cry out to you, Finish our work, finish our work! we pray. Finish our work!


Remember the Dead … 


Every time we come to the Lord’s Table, we proclaim the LORD’s Death, says the Apostle Paul … 


We celebrate his birth with Christmas, we cherish his words with study, we remember his stories with our own promises to be faithful, we proclaim his death in the season of Lent, Maundy Thursday, Good Friday … I wish we didn’t it call it Good Friday, though it is very good … but maybe Grief Friday, or Tearful Friday, would be better, to give some sense of the final truth of Jesus on the cross:


Life requires sacrifice … there is no easy road to the good …  


Rear a child … make a home.


Go to work … 


Love God and love the neighbor … forgive and be forgiven … 

strive for justice, 

stand up for truth and kindness, 

challenge the lies of privilege and power, 

defend those who have no voice …

call out bigotry and ignorance …

resist the distortions of Christian Nationalism … those who hold a Bible in one hand and a gun in the other …  

Reach for the best, not the worst … reach for the highest, not the lowest … and even if you’re afraid, be brave.


Because: 

Puerto Rico is not an Island of Garbage … 

Millions of human beings are in dire need … 

The glaciers are melting …

Transchildren and their families are not the enemy.

The abuse of women is unconscionable …

A consumer society that has no other purpose is deadly to body and soul.


Stand up to the lies, tell the truth … love where others hate, make room for one another, appreciate diversity and not be frightened … never bow down to the altars of race and religion, but only to the cross of Christ, to the God of Moses and the Prophets, to what is good and bright and beautiful, to the best of the human dream, and to the child beside us.


Life requires a lot!


Those who want to save their life will lose it, says Jesus, and those who lose their life for my sake will find it.


We remember the dead, our DNA ancestors … we have Grampa’s eyes, or Gramma’s nose … we have their stories. All of us have a past - some of us know it, and for some of us, it’s unknown … but God knows, and we say, “Thank you Dear God for those who gave me life.”


We remember the dead - the good they did, the good they didn’t do.


Some of us are burdened by difficult family memories - life was taken instead of given … 


My mother hurt me in spirit and body … but she gave me some gifts - a sense of humor, a love of books, and some intelligence, or so I hope … whatever happened to her to maker her as she was, I have no idea … my son said to me, “Dad, you didn’t pass it on!” And that’s true, thank God … I’ve passed on other things, I’m sure …  


To remember the dead - those of our DNA & family lineage, and those of the soul … the spirit … the invisible world of faith, hope, and love.


Our spiritual ancestors … 


Adam and Eve in the Garden, and the snake in the grass … 

Cain and Able … 

Noah and the animals on the ark … 

Sarah and Abraham … 

Joseph in Egypt … 

Moses in the wilderness … 

Joshua in the Promised Land … 

Rahab the prostitute …

King David and King Ahab … and the star of the show, Queen Esther in Persia …

Isaiah, Amos and Jonah … 

Naomi, Ruth and Hannah 

Mary, the Mother of Jesus … 

Peter, James and John,

the Apostle Paul and Lydia … 

the woman at the well …

the Good Samaritan …

the thief on the cross.

the women at the tomb.


St. Augustin, St. Francis, St. Catherine, St. Teresa …


Luther, Calvin and Knox …


Bonhoeffer in Germany … Martin Luther King, Jr. at the Edmund Pettus Bridge.


Missionaries and musicians, teachers and preachers … 


People, just plain, ordinary, people, none of whom are perfect, but all who look to the perfect Savior …  


They sing the hymns and say their prayers … confident in Christ, contrite in heart ..


They love and do right … they sin and they fail … by the grace of God, they do their work … and by the grace of God, it’s up to us - to finish their work.


Can we do it?

I believe we can!


Amen and Amen!

Monday, October 28, 2024

10.27.24 "All's Well That Ends Well" - Westminster Presbyterian Church, Pasadena, CA

Job 42.1-6; Mark 10.46-52




Oh no, it can’t be true … please tell me it ain’t so.


Britain’s Royal Mail to close down rail operations … after nearly 200 years of moving mail by rail …


It’s called “the Royal Mail” - to carry the king’s mail … Henry VIII established the Royal Mail in 1516 - by coach and horses, of course -  rail came in 1830, with the opening of the Liverpool & Manchester Railway.


And now, a long and storied tradition reaches the end of its days, or more appropriately, the end of the line.


All’s well that ends well …  


And if things are not yet well, it’s not yet the end … 


Our Gospel story this morning is that of a blind man … Bartimaeus … in the fabled city of - Jericho …  


You remember the spiritual: Joshua fit the battle of Jericho … and the walls came tumblin’ down …


Centuries later, Jesus in Jericho …


Jesus and Joshua … the same name … different languages - Joshua in Hebrew, Jesus in Greek … both mean: Salvation.


Salvation happens in Jericho … it’s the gateway to the Promised Land when the wandering people of Israel finally make it across the Jordan River … trumpets blow, the walls tumble down …


Salvation happens in Jericho … the story of Zacchaeus the tax collector … a wee little man who climbs a tree to see Jesus … Jesus passes by and sees him and says to him: Come on down; I’m going to your home today.


Salvation happens in Jericho … the story of the Good Samaritan … a man on his way from Jerusalem to Jericho is attacked, robbed, left for dead … a traveling Samaritan takes pity and washes the man’s wounds, takes the man to a local inn for treatment and pledges to cover all medical expenses.


Salvation happens in Jericho ..


Blind Bartimaeus cries out - Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me! … the crowd hushes the man, but the man shouts louder … 


Jesus hears the man, stops, and says to the disciples: Call him here.


 Bartimaeus throws off the rags of a beggar and goes to Jesus … I imagine the crowd, making way … touching Bartimaeus, telling him, Jesus is straight ahead, go on, you can do it … he wants to see you.


Jesus asks Bartimaeus: What do you want?


My teacher, I would like to see again.


Bartimaeus was born with sight … he knew what it was to see the bright skies of Palestine, the faces of loved ones and friends, he knew what it was to make a living … but now, by the side of the road, in the rags of a beggar …  


His vision is restored … he becomes a follower of Jesus.


All’s well that ends well … 


But care is needed when we express our faith.


Statements of faith are more easily said in circumstances of comfort and safety.


It’s easy for me to affirm the goodness of God in the comfort of Pasadena …


Compared to so many places in our world where suffering and sorrow are woven into the everyday fabric of life.


Can we speak of God in such times and places?


Yes, we can, but let’s do it with care!


The quiet words of the wise are more to be heeded than than the shouting of a ruler among fools.


There is a time to keep silence, and a time to speak.


The LORD is in his holy temple, let all the earth keep silence.


There are times when words fail us … words don’t always work … what is needed is friendship, quiet friendship … to sit with someone in their sorrow and pain. 


To hold a hand quietly … to sit at someone’s bedside … 


We weep with those who weep … we walk with those who cannot run … we sit with those who cannot walk … 


Far better to offer a tissue where there are tears … a bandage where there is a wound … a hand where steadiness is needed.


Words may come later … and we do have words, that’s for sure … good words, words of faith and hope … the LORD is my shepherd, I shall not want … the LORD is my helper, I will not be afraid … Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, and today, and forever… words that point beyond themselves to the larger reality of God’s love for the world … 


Not a triumphant love … a suffering love … a love that takes up the cross, bears the sins of the world, dies a hideous death at the hands of Imperial Rome, conspired against by the religious authorities … crucified, dead, and buried; he descended into hell. 


Yes, he rose again from the dead, and ascended into heaven … the Holy Spirit comes to the upper room with flame and wind, to inspire and empower the disciples to enter into the world and proclaim the word of hope of … the goodness and power of God’s love.


a suffering love, that abides with us in the night,

a love tiny enough to lay in a manger, 

and small enough to hang on a cross … 

a love just right to fit into the contours of our heart!


Jesus said to one of the crucified beside him, Today, you’ll be with me in paradise.


In this life, not all things end well … but in the end, the trumpet will sound, and a new heaven and a new earth will appear …


If for this life only we have hoped in Christ, we are of all people most to be pitied.


Faith points beyond the boundaries of time and space … beyond the immediate hopes of this life … 


Millions of people never regain what is lost … 

millions suffer hardship and misery … 

untimely death and untold sorrow …


our task, our work, our love, arm-in-arm, side-by-side, to change as much of the world as we can:


as much justice as we can achieve, 

as much peace as we can establish,

as much health and healing and hope as we can muster … 

constantly praying, thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.


In time …


We all walk through the alien door called death … 

age, accident, war, disease … 

our mortal flesh returns to God’s good earth for safekeeping, 

our breath, our soul, returns to God’s heart, for safekeeping … 

until that great gettin’ up morning when all is made new. 


In the end, the final healing … on the other side of the alien door … 


Some say with conviction, this is it - there is nothing more … dead is dead, and gone is gone … but love never ends … in a mystery vast and incredible, what we are is held in the heart of the universe, in God … 


Death, be not proud, though some have called thee 

Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;

….

One short sleep past, we wake eternally 

And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.


In this life, much to gain … in the life to come, much more to attain. To live is Christ, to die is gain.


We live for the sake of love … we seek justice … we pay attention, we give of ourselves … we strive for the best and the brightest … we confess our sins, we sing God’s praise … because it all counts, it’s all vital, it’s all important … our love, our hope, our deeds, belong to the universe, to the Almighty God who lives and reigns forever and forever … we belong to Christ, we belong to the ages … we belong to the stars …


All’s well that ends well …


Hallelujah and Amen!