Showing posts with label compassion. Show all posts
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Sunday, December 5, 2010

December 5, 2010, "Road Building"

Matthew 3:1-12

I was on the 405 a few days back, over the Sepulveda pass … where the 405 is being widened …
Big machines moving lots of dirt … retaining walls being built … steel and cement for bridges and barriers … so that traffic will flow better on the west side of Los Angeles.

It’s a lot of work to build a road … low places have to be filled in  … mountains cut down … uneven ground made level … rough places smoothed out …

Sounds almost biblical, doesn’t it?
Well, it is biblical.
From the prophet Isaiah …

Chapter 40 … the very chapter that Matthew quotes, to describe the work of John the Baptist … a cry to the people, Prepare the way of the LORD, make his paths straight.

Get busy, build roads … build roads for God … build roads for one another … you see those high and rocky places over there? … take ‘em down a little bit … you see those dark and narrow valleys just across the way? … fill them in a little bit … you see all that rough, uneven ground ahead? …  smooth it out … make it easier for people to meet God …

I can’t think of a better image to describe the Christian life than road building … that’s what you and I are called to do … build roads in the rough and tumble places of life.

On Thursday, our Presbyterian Women held their annual Christmas Luncheon … with a special guest from the Angel Interfaith Network, the Rev. Ann Mills, who presented to us a certificate of appreciation.

Let me read what was written about us:

“The Deacons, Presbyterian Women and members of Covenant Presbyterian Church in Westchester have assembled and donated hygiene kits in decorative bags, blankets, baby supplies, greeting cards, and funds for food-assistance for Angel Interfaith Network to distribute to patients every year since 1995, under the leadership of the Rev. Frank Marshall, now an Angel Interfaith Network board member.”
Frank Marshall served Covenant for 32 years and is our pastor emeritus.

In other words, road building.
Smooth out the rough places.
Fill in the ditches.
Make life a little easier for folks who are having a hard time of it.

Friday afternoon, I made a pastoral call on a family where there’s been some illness … and when folks are ill, folks are often cold, even when it’s warm … during the course of our conversation, the sweetest thing: they told me of a friend, whom we all know, who knit a cap and sent it to the husband to keep his head warm and to make him feel a little more comfortable.

Yesterday, two memorial services here … for Dr. Ed Ricketts and Richard Brubaker … men who embodied the very best of road building … their careers and their vision and their faith made life a little easier for a lot of people.

But not all roads are built easily.

In Friday’s LA Times, columnist Hector Tobar writes about Orange County in 1947 … the struggle of Latino families for integrated schools … prior to their efforts, Latino children had to settle for separate and often poorly maintained buildings and second-rate programs.

Mr. Tobar writes of brave and loving parents who went to bat for what was right and good.
They confronted school administrators, held community meetings and eventually went to court, and in 1947, they won the case.
Their victory changed education throughout California and impacted the nation.

These parents were road builders for their children.

In the town of Orange, just a block north of the Plaza is an old theater that today houses a religious center. In the 1940s, it was the Orange Theatre.
Whites sat in the orchestra section, Mexicans in the balcony — until a Mexican American soldier returning from World War II refused to obey the rules.

"If you don't move up to the balcony," an usher told him, "I'll have to call my manager."

"I just came from fighting the Nazis," he said. "I'm pretty sure I can handle your manager."

The soldier was a road builder. In the war, he built a road for freedom.
When he refused to sit in the balcony, he built a road for justice.

I think of Rosa Parks, a seamstress on her way home after a long day’s work, who refused to give up her seat to a white man and sit in the back of the bus.
She was tired.
Tired of the humiliation.
And she became a road builder for a new generation of Americans who would no longer sit in the back of the bus, or drink at “colored only” drinking fountains … or be denied a hamburger and French fries at the local lunch counter … 

All of these examples, from hygiene kits to the knit cap to the solider home from war - illustrate Isaiah’s image of the road builder … take down the mountains … fill in the low places  … make it easier for folks to find their way through life.

As our story goes, John was a man of the wilderness … he wore the clothing of the poor and ate their food … and gained the respect of many.

Folks came out to hear John.
And he baptized them in the Jordan River.
It seems that a lot of people came to see what John was all about … including a good many Pharisees and Sadducees …  read: “important people” … dignitaries from Jerusalem … muckety-mucks and big-shots.

They wanted baptism, too … but John doesn’t welcome them … calls ‘em a bunch of snakes, a brood of vipers … what are you doing here? Who warmed you about the wrath of God?

Whoa … “wrath of God”? … when was the last time we heard anything about that?
God is all love, right?
Well, yes, God is all love.
But tell me, is love blind?
Does God not see religion when it has no heart?
Churches that love themselves more than their neighbors?
Does God not see our cruelty and war and oppression and discrimination?
The financial shenanigans of nations and corporations for whom enough is never enough?
Lying and envy and strife and jealousy and quarrels and factions?
Is God’s love blind to all of that?

Of course not!
The wrath of God is God at work in hard places and tough times.

God’s wrath is proof of God’s love … a love that works hard to make all things new … and sometimes things don’t want to be made new; sometimes you and I don’t want to be made new.
 The world may need a savior, but the world is often quite content with the way things are; the world has little interest in being saved, especially that part of the world that sits on top of the heap.

John doesn’t mince words.
Nor is John buffaloed by these dignitaries.

He cuts to the chase.
And says to them, Bear fruit worthy of repentance … getting wet in the Jordan isn’t enough … God needs to see something real!

I find myself going back to the letter of James … a small letter with a giant message … worth reading this afternoon.

At the heart of the letter that James wrote is a classic statement we all know: faith without works is … dead … not just injured, or weakened, or tired … but dead … flat-out dead … without a heartbeat or brainwaves … dead as a doornail.

James writes the rest of his letter spelling out what a living faith is all about and coins a powerful definition of real  faith:  to care for the orphans and the widows in their distress and keep oneself unstained by the world.

And what are the stains of the world for James?
Partiality to the powerful.
Contempt for the poor.
A failure to act out the realities of faith.
A tongue that doesn’t know when to be quiet.
Boasting about our own powers and abilities.
Bad-mouthing others.
Impatience and irritability.
Failure to pray.
Failure to give thanks.
Failure to join with one another in mutual assistance.

A living faith spends a lot of time listening.
A living faith honors all people regardless of their place in life.
A living faith acts out the realities of God’s mercy and God’s compassion.
A living faith restrains the tongue.
A living faith understands that tomorrow is in God’s hands, not our hands.
A living faith strives to be patient in all places and times.
A living faith prays often, gives thanks eagerly, and sustains the fellowship of faith through mutual support and encouragement.

A living faith builds many roads.
Smoothes out the rough places.
Fills in the ditches.

The gospel of Matthew gives us page after page after page of insight into how to build good roads … roads for God … roads for one another.

Because we follow Jesus.
Who builds a road for us.

Jesus takes down the high mountains of religion that human beings love so greatly – the temples and the trappings, the rules and the regulations, the dogma and the doctrine, the pomp and the circumstance, so that we can approach God with ease.
Jesus helps us out of the ditches into which we’ve fallen, ditches we’ve often dug with our own hands, and then fills them in.
Jesus smoothes out the rough places in our soul.
Jesus levels the uneven ground of our confusion.
Clears the way and charts the course.
Come, and follow me!
We follow Jesus on the very road Jesus builds for us.

So we can build roads for others.
Whether it be a hygiene kit, a knit cap, or a stand for social justice.
We build roads.

Prepare the way of the LORD.
Make his paths straight.

Amen and Amen. 

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Bread - September 21, 2008

Exodus 16:2-15

Audio version.

Is there anything better?
Fresh baked bread?
The rich smell of grain and yeast …

Step into a bakery early in the morning …
Bake a loaf of bread at home …

Slice off the heel, slather it with butter – um uh … that’s really good! A little peanut butter, and some raspberry jam; now that’s even better!

Bread …

The Wonder Bread of the Fifties … you can roll it up in a ball and throw it at the wall, and it’ll bounce.

Can’t do that with whole grain bread … sturdy and crunchy it is … and good for ya’, too.

Bread …

Every good romantic movie has a scene with a fresh baguette, a bottle of wine, and a wedge of cheese … on a candle-lit table … dreamy-eyed lovers …

And who can forget pictures of starving children barely able to grasp a crust of bread …

Give us this day our daily bread … said Jesus.

The disciples knew exactly what Jesus was saying … the story to which Jesus was pointing … the Exodus story, the story of bread in the wilderness … manna it’s called … a flakey crust found in the morning … tons of it … enough for everyone … when the people first see, it they exclaim, What is it? … and in Hebrew, that sounds like manna? What is it?

What is it? remains a question for biblical scholars and biologists … google “manna” and read about it in Wikipedia … and you’ll get all sorts of answers for what it might have been.

But let’s back up for a moment …
Let’s see if we can shake the cobwebs of literalism from our brain … and read the story as we might read Herman Melville’s Moby Dick.

Was there ever a Captain Ahab?
Or an Ishmael?
Or a great white whale pin-cushioned with harpoons and twisted in rope?

No, it’s just a story.
But what a story it is.
Ahab’s obsession.
The whale had taken his leg.
And now, the only thing that counts is revenge.
Obsessed to the point of insanity.
Ahab drives his men and takes the ship on a perilous journey …
Nothing else matters … a man consumed by revenge.

It’s just a story, you say.

But what a story …

Like a mirror … there’s nothing in a mirror except our reflection … but what a gift the mirror is … the pants and shirt don’t go together … there’s a wisp of hair out of place … hmmm, I’m getting a little bulgy around the waist …
A mirror tells us a bit about ourselves …
And so does a good story.

To see something we might otherwise miss …

Melville’s story is a mirror … we find ourselves in it … and who hasn’t been an Ahab now and then … obsessed with something that hurt us; a person who insulted or cheated us …

Great stories help us see who we are.

Let’s just say for a few moments that much of the Old Testament is a collection of stories … tall tales - metaphors, allegories, fables and fiction …

For some, it’s important that these stories be literally true.

That a whale actually swallowed Jonah …

Or, as someone asked,
Is Jonah the tale of a whale, or
A whale of tale?

Let’s take a look for a moment:

Who hasn’t been a Jonah now and then?
Running from life, running from responsibility?
Running from God?

Ya’ can run, but ya’ can’t hide!

Not even death covers Jonah’s tracks.
Jonah prefers death to life. That’s how hard he’s running from God. When the storm hits, Jonah volunteers: “It’s my fault. Throw me into the sea. You can sacrifice me.”
So the crew heaves Jonah overboard.
But a whale takes a gulp, and you know the rest of the story.

God saves Jonah.

In the guts of a whale.
Puked up on the beach a few days later.
It’s not easy for God to save us.
Nor easy for us to be saved.
A story played out a millions times a day …

It’s a whale of tale … all about grace.

Let’s think for a moment …
Much of the Old Testament as we have it today was put together during the Babylonian Exile … and in the difficult years that followed.
The Hebrew people were strangers in a strange land… Jerusalem in ruins … the temple destroyed …
Babylon the winner.
The enemy victorious.
People wondered: Did Yahweh fail?
Are the gods of Babylon bigger and better?
Did we hang our hat on the wrong peg?
Did we bet on the wrong horse?
Did we misunderstand something?

The 1997 film, Life is Beautiful … about a young father and his little boy in a Nazi concentration camp … sad and wretched, but the father tells his boy, “This is game we’re all playing. We’re going to have fun.”
He shields his boy from the horror of it all.
Just like a parent anywhere.

If much of the Old Testament was written when the Hebrew people had little to go on …

They told stories of better days and grander things … they told stories about people like Abraham and Sarah … and great kings like David and Solomon … and heroes like Gideon and Deborah and Esther.
They told funny stories about talking donkeys and crazy Samson.
They told creation stories … formation stories … victory in the midst of suffering … God’s special interest in them … and not even the gods of Babylon are going to deplete our character, destroy our identity, quench the fire of hope. We will not give up, nor give way.

When our people were in the wilderness in a far away place, in a time long ago, it was wonderful … it was a game … we were hungry, so God gave us manna in the morning, every morning … except the Sabbath … because we don’t work on the Sabbath … it’s our day of rest, because God rested on the Sabbath Day.

It was really something to see … there it was in the morning … we had no idea what it was, so we called it manna.
Amazing stuff: we could kneed it and press it; we could bake it and boil it; we ate it hot, we ate cold – we made dinner with it, and we snaked on it.
But we couldn’t save it.
We couldn’t put it away for a rainy day.
If we tried to stash it, it got wormy.
It turned ugly.
Except the day before the Sabbath – then we collected enough for two days, and then it didn’t get wormy.
It was a miracle.

Can you see a child’s eyes open wide in the telling of such a tale?
Can you see the parent’s heart lifted a little bit in telling the story of long ago days when God did miracles?
And maybe the child will believe … take heart and grow strong.
One day we’re gonna get outta here, and our children will carry on, and they’ll carry on with faith, hope and love.

Bread …

Give us this day our daily bread.

Teach us how to pray, said the disciples.

Have you noticed - prayer is the way we see life?
It’s been said, “Look at someone’s checkbook, and you’ll see how they live.”
Listen to someone’s prayer, and you’ll see how they look at the world.

Our Father who art in heaven …
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.

How do you see life?
Is life a gift, a wonder, a miracle?
Even when life is hard?
When you’re stuck in the wilderness?
When you get up in the morning, is there manna for you?
Do you have the eyes to see it?
Can you see the gift close at hand?

How do you see yourself?
Guided, protected, sustained?
Even in the worst of times and places?
The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not want.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life.

These stories were composed in the toughest of times, by parents who love their children, by pastors and preachers (priests and Levites) who had a vision of life.
I want to pay attention to these stories.

These are stories to shape the soul … mold our character … living-giving stories … energizing stories to keep us going when the going gets tough … to get us up and out when the spirit wants to crawl into a hidey hole and never come out again … stories to give the soul a song; cheering our spirit and putting a little lift into our steps.
There’s manna out there.
In the wilderness.
There’s grace to be had.

Give US, our daily bread.

I would rather Jesus had said, “Give me MY daily bread.”

But Jesus puts us into the human community … we’re all in this together …

When the human community is broken; when some have a lot of bread, and some hardly have any.
When gaps open up between races, between religions, between nations, between rich and poor, evil marches into the gaps, into those empty places - a demilitarized zone; a no-man’s land … evil takes root undisturbed; fear and anger grow into hideous forms …

The manna story tells us something profound – there’s enough bread for everyone … enough to go around …

Those who gathered much had nothing over, and those who gathered little had no shortage; they gathered as much as each of them needed.

There will always be enough … enough to go around … enough to satisfy …

To counteract the primal temptation – the original sin, the original lie: There isn’t enough, and you’d better scramble for it now when ya’ can, and if you don’t get it, someone else will. Grab the apple now before anyone else does!

Haves and have-nots …
Winners and losers …
Management and labor …
Immigrant and native-born …
First world, second world, third world …
The division of the human community …
Too many gaps …
Too many places for evil to grow …

Those who collected more than they needed, it turned rancid and grew maggots …
Greed …
I want it now, and I want a lot of it.

Barbara Kingsolver writes:

Want is a thing that unfurls unbidden like fungus, opening large upon itself, stopless, filling the sky. But needs, from one day to the next, are few enough to fill a bucket, with room enough to rattle like brittlebush in a dry wind [High Tide in Tucson, p.13].

It takes a lot of discipline to manage our wants … because our wants are reinforced ten thousand times a day … want is the energy of the world economy … want is the dark angel of war!
Flip want over like a pancake, and we find fear and resentment on the bottom side … the haves fear and resent those who have not, and the have-nots fear and resent those who have.

Fear and resentment are the acids that corrode the souls of persons and nations.
Fear and resentment might have overwhelmed the Hebrew people … but they told stories of God’s kindness and mercy … they wanted their children to be free of these demoralizing emotions … they wanted their children to be confident and courageous.
So they told stories …

Remarkable stories to remind us … we are recipients of grace …

Give us this day our daily bread.

And don’t forget to share.

Amen and Amen!