Showing posts with label Lent. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lent. Show all posts

Monday, March 18, 2024

3.17.24 "My Only Hope!" Westminster Presbyterian Church, Pasadena, CA

 Psalm 51

Psalm 51 … the cry of the soul for release and relief … 

The heartache of regret and sorrow …  


David’s Psalm of repentance … LORD have mercy! 


You know the story …


It begins when Samuel the Prophet is commissioned by God to find a successor to King Saul … 


King Saul’s in a state of collapse - the nation suffers under his leadership … 


God says to Samuel: Go visit Jesse and his sons … Jesse parades his sons before Samuel … all the boys, strong and healthy, fit for the job … but God says Nope!


It’s not the outside I notice, but what’s inside!


Samuel asks Jesse: Do you have any more sons?

Yes, replies Jesse, one more, the youngest; he’s keeping the sheep.

Send for him, says Samuel!

And when the boy returns from the field:

The LORD says: He’s the one; anoint him.


War comes to the land … the coastal-dwelling people, the Philistines, against the hill country people, the people of Israel … it’s a bitter war … Goliath, the great fighter challenges Israel’s army to send forth a champion, to fight on Israel’s behalf, a fight to the death, and to the victor, the victory - of the one army over the other.


No one steps forward, except a young boy … David.


David had gone to the battle front to bring supplies to his older brothers … he volunteers to combat the mighty Goliath …


King Saul welcomes him, and says, Here, take my armor”… but Saul’s armor proves too big, too heavy … David can’t move.


David says, I have all I need … my shepherd’s tools - I have a sling, and here are five smooth stones - this is all I need.


With that, David confronts Goliath, who taunts the boy, but it’s David who wins the day … 


With a shepherd’s skill, honed in the fields and forest defending the flock, David winds up and unleashes a stone speeding its way to Goliath, hitting him square in the forehead … and the mighty giant falls to the ground, dead.


A lot of pieces to the story … 


David becomes a court musician, to sooth the troubled King Saul … at one point, the King is so perturbed, jealous of David, Saul heaves a spear at David, nearly killing him.


David and Saul’s son, Jonathan, form a deep friendship … 


David achieves success in the army … Saul’s jealousy grows … in the end, Saul and Jonathan die in battle …  


David becomes king … 


Conquest and victory, defeat and loss, and victory again, David establishes the city of Jerusalem as the Capital City … 


David’s admired by many; feared by some … he’s a powerful man … his word unleashes war, his word builds a palace … he prays to God and writes the 23 Psalm, the Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.


A young lady of considerable charm bathed on the nearby rooftop of her home … close enough for King David to see … 


David invites her to the palace … and the wheels of disaster are set in motion.


Bathsheba is with child … David’s child.


Now what?


She’s married to Uriah, one of David’s faithful soldiers.


David sends a message to his commander, and tells him to send Uriah home for some “R & R” … so it’ll appear that he’s the father.


But Uriah is so loyal, so dedicated … though he comes home, he refuses to be with his wife … he sleeps on the front porch of the palace, eager to return to his soldiers.


David’s frustrated, and finally orders one of his generals put Uriah into the front line of battle, and then call for a quick retreat … isolate him with the enemy … and it’s done, as David commands … Uriah is killed, Bathsheba is a widow … she becomes David’s wife … things go wrong … the child takes ill and dies … there is great sorrow.


Years ago, I told this story to an adult Sunday School class …as I told the tale, a lady suddenly slammed the palm of her hand down on the table, and screamed, “Where did you get that filthy story?”


It’s in the Bible, because the Bible tells the truth.


David is clearly a hero … but he’s also a human being.

He’s a man after God’s own heart, says the Bible, but he’s capable of crimes against heaven and earth.

David came face to face with the deadliest of all human realities: power … the power that says, You can do no wrong; you’re above the law; you’re immune.

Those who wrote the Bible made it clear: don’t be fooled by power … it only goes so far … and no further.


David pens the 51st Psalm: 

Have mercy on me, O God, according to your steadfast love, according to your abundant mercy, blot out my transgressions.


Honesty … confession … rebirth … 

Maybe even - kindness … humility … compassion …

That we’re all ok even when we’re not ok.

A hard road for David, I suspect … a hard road for any of us.


Several weeks ago I raised the question about sin, and asked, “Has the church made too much of sin?” 


I think it has … sin is “fun” to preach; flavor it with hellfire and brimstone, and we’ve got a show … I’ve been there … but if the church has made too much of sin, ignoring it doesn’t help either. 


We can’t pretend … any more than David could pretend.

We’re sunshine and warmth … we’re storm and lightening.

We’re the cherry on the ice cream … we’re the broken dish.

We’re the helping hand … and we couldn’t care less.

We’re saints, and we’re sinners.

We’re all children of God!

Sisters and brothers unto one another …


The magnitude of David’s sin makes our sin seem paltry, I  suppose … 

But sin is sin … huge and gruesome, or small and subtle … obvious to all, or known only but to ourselves …


The human condition …


David’s Psalm of Lament is part of our maturity … we need say no more than David said, nor should we say any less … Lord, have mercy!


Were you there when they crucified my LORD? asks the spiritual!


Yes, I was there … 


I was part of the crew that cut down the tree … I hauled the tree to the factory … I hewed the tree into the beams … 


Yes, I was there … I was a soldier doing my job … with a family to support, and bills to pay.


I was there … I laughed at the three bums on the cross … I laughed at their pain … “they deserve it” I thought … “let ‘em suffer” I said … and threw the dice for the clothing.


I was there … with the disciples who took off as fast as we could … and yes, I was there, as well, with the women who didn’t run away … I was the soldier who saw the majesty of God … I was one of the condemned who looked at Jesus dying next to me, and I asked for his love … I was all of them, and more … I was there, when they crucified my LORD.


LORD, have mercy!


Lent is never intended to be easy … but the important things of life are rarely easy … mostly hard … but not impossible … a challenge, an invitation - to tell the truth about ourselves, to apologize to heaven and to earth for the harm we’ve done, or the good we didn’t do … and to receive from the very heart of God, a rebirth of life and the renewing of our dreams.


Hallelujah and Amen!

Monday, February 19, 2024

2.18.24, "Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Down" - Westminster Presbyterian Church, Pasadena, CA

 Genesis 9.8-17; 1 Peter 3.18-22

Good Morning and God’s Peace.


Welcome to the First Sunday of Lent … 


It began on Wednesday, Ash Wednesday!


Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.


here’s who I am, 

this is my life, 

here’s where it begins … here’s where it’ll end …


 and in between … a life - a life to live.


take hands with a neighbor, lift up the fallen, 

offer kindness and grace, go to bat for each other, 

speak truth to power, 

live in faith, hope, and love.

Ask plenty of questions.

Never be afraid of doubt.

Laugh when you can; cry when you must.

And never, ever, be afraid of love … it will take you to good places, even dangerous places, places where Christ lives.


Ash Wednesday … ashes to ashes, we all fall down.


Reality #1, we’re mortal to the core … 


When we’re young, life stretches out ahead as if it were forever … and then some time in our late 30s, early 40s, we begin to hear the clock tick … 

calendar pages pick up speed … 

time hastens on … 

we look at retirement and sign up for medicare.

insurance companies pester us to take care of our loved ones. and - “make those final arrangements” … 


Mortality… we don’t have to dwell on it, but maturity of character requires our awareness of it … honesty demands it … life needs it.


To help us value what’s important, straighten out our priorities … keep little things in check, so we can focus on the really big things, the things that count!


When Sally died, her children and grandchildren took up the task of disposing of her belongings … a house full of old furniture and nicknacks, doilies and books … in the attic, several large boxes, full of china - every piece carefully wrapped and tucked away - beautiful, expensive, china … apparently never used.


One of the grandchildren asked, “Why was this never used? What is it for? I never saw any of this on her table.”


One of the other children said, “She began collecting this as a young lady, and then throughout the years, kept adding to the collection … I think she was saving it for some special occasion.”


A special occasion that never came!


Ashes to ashes, we all fall down.


Reality #2 … sin … now that’s a word to get everyone excited … am I right???


Sin is a part of the story … tragedy, cruelty, selfishness, all curled up tight in our souls.


Sinners we are.


Has the church made too much of sin? I believe so … 

Some parts of the Christian church have devoted way too much time to sin.


Sin is fun to preach … damning a few souls to hell before breakfast has been the stock in trade for many a priest and preacher … whoopee doopee ding dang.


But ignoring sin doesn’t help either … we all know something about the darker side of life, for ourselves, for others … sin is a part of our reality.


Jesus said to the mob ready to stone a woman to death, Let the one without sin throw the first stone. 


I don’t know what sin is, exactly … but I know what it looks like:


A tree shattered by lightening … 


Life shattered, life torn apart, life broken … 


families torn apart … 

nations pitted against one another …

the soul at war with itself …

broken, bent, twisted and torn. 


Ashes to ashes, we all fall down.


Ash Wednesday helps us say the simple, but important words, “I’m sorry … 


I’m sorry for what I have done, for what I have said … I’m sorry for what I could’ve done, and didn’t … I’m sorry for what I should’ve said, but chose silence instead.


The road to life requires reality … 

We are mortal creatures, with only so much time.

We are sinners, always in the need of grace.


All religions deal with this … one way or the other … here we are, in this Christian place, a Presbyterian Church, and here’s a place, as good as any, and far better than some, to grow into the goodness and promise of life … to embrace our realities, understand their importance … the stuff of maturity.


And what is maturity? Mindful of the realities that hurt and harm, we set our minds upon the greater realities of goodness and mercy. 


Ralph Waldo Emerson put it this way:


“To laugh often and much;

To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;

To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; 

To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; 

To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; 

To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.

This is to have succeeded.”


Ash Wednesday - behind us - ahead of us now, the Lenten Road.


Come, and follow me says Jesus, one step at a time … on the Road to Jerusalem, 

to the heart of the matter, 

to confront the demonic powers … 

religion upside down, government harsh and cruel … 

religious leaders long on law and short on love … 

political leaders who know only the sword and the spear … 

and the people, always the people - who get lost in the shuffle, shoved to the side, ignored and even despised … the widow, the orphan, the stranger at the gate … so many who have no voice, but heaven hears their cry.


There is work to be done …


The immediate story ends on Good Friday … a crown of thorns, nails pounded into flesh and bone, a spear thrust into the ribs … three men executed that day, as enemies of the state … but God is the God of the Second Chance, the third and the fourth chance, the fifth and sixth, an infinite number of chances, moments, rewrites on the script, start-overs, mulligans on the golf course, and new days before us.


What looked like the end, wasn’t the end at all … there is always Easter … and a stone rolled away.


The gospel goes forth:


be not afraid … 

you are mortal … God’s love is eternal.

you are a sinner … God is merciful.

walk the Lenten Road … 

you’re with the LORD, and the LORD is with you.


Ashes to ashes, we all fall down … and the hand of Christ lifts us up to a better day … 


Dear friends,


Look for the sunshine behind the clouds.

Take note of a child’s smile.

Listen to the parrots squawking and screeching their way across the morning sky.

Remember your friends.

Give special attention to those who are hurting.

Be mindful of your loved ones, and tell them every day you love them.

Buy a new cookbook.

Take some art lessons.

Celebrate your goodness; appreciate your gifts.

Pay attention to the world, the good, the bad, and the ugly … stay the course: love God for all your worth, and for all your worth, love your neighbor!


It is the Lenten Road we travel …  

It is the Way of Christ we follow …


Hallelujah and Amen!