Showing posts with label forgiveness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label forgiveness. Show all posts

Sunday, September 17, 2023

9.17.23, "Forgiveness: A Very Strange Thing" Westminster Presbyterian Church, Pasadena, CA

 Genesis 50.15-21; Matthew 18.21-35


Have you given thought to God this week?


                                   

I don’t know about you, but I know about me … it’s easy for me to go about my “god work” without thinking too much about God … 


Such is the predicament of religious types …


On the outside, I look religious, and I am … but sometimes it’s appearance more than reality … and that’s ok, too … it’s what I am, and, maybe, what you are, as well.


Scripture prompts us to think about God … to look at God from another angle, to really think about God … and that means: to think about our life.


That’s the strange thing about religion, when religion takes hold of us, we think about God, and then, we think about our life … 


“Who is God?” we might ask.

And then, we have to ask, “Who am I?”

"What does God want?" we might ask.

And then, we have to ask, “What do I want?”


And it can be reversed … to ask the deep questions of who we are, and what we want, pushes us, takes us, brings to the ultimate questions … of God


Thoughts about God, and questions about us, are directly linked … like ham and cheese, peanut butter and jelly, apple pie and ice cream … 


To reach upward to God, is to reach inward to ourselves … we and God are intimately linked, forever linked … we are the image of God, and God is the image of who we are …


Of all the creatures that roam the face of the earth, swim in the sea, fly across the sky, we’re the strangest … we are the impossible fusion of dirt and divinity, mortality and eternity, spirit and flesh.


We, too, like God, are creators … we fashion our world … we probe the body, we scan the skies … we dream the dreams of Dr. King … we take up brush, canvass and paint and create the Mona Lisa … we build an instrument and Mozart writes his music … Lady GaGa sings with Tony Bennett, and we listen in rapt attention, and we weep with gratitude … from Burning Man in the desert to a Rolling Stones concert, we are creators, dreamers, creatures of hope and vision, creatures of courage and faith, creatures of love and peace.


In all of our grace, beauty, and goodness … 


And with all of our destructive powers, too …  

 

We can think, sometimes, in all the wrong ways … 

We can live against life … we can, like the Psalmist says: 


follow the advice of the wicked …


take the path that sinners tread …


sit in the seat of scoffers …


In other words, we forget who we are, because we have forgotten who God is … or the other way around - because we have forgotten who God is, we forget who we are.


Let’s face it.


The world of commerce and consumption would be more than happy if we would forget about God entirely … or, maybe, just turn God into a Hallmark Card ornament that we periodically bring out with our Christmas decorations … 


Or worse, to bend our religious traditions, to serve the God of Mammon rather than the God of Sinai … and we end up with Christian Nationalism, or some other perversion - the God and Father of Jesus has been recast into something hideous and malevolent - a reverse image - all the pieces are there, but they’ve been rearranged into something that bears no resemblance to the orthodox image of Christ and the story of our salvation.


The world of commerce and consumption is not an easy world in which to live … yet, here we are. We are the people, and these are the times to which God has called.


We can’t live off grid … but maybe, just maybe, there are ways to live in this world and not succumb to its worst influences … to live in the world, as Jesus suggests: to be the light of the world, and the salt of the earth.


To be an influencer for enlightenment and peace, knowledge and education, science and faith … the great things of life, the highest values: truth, beauty, goodness, and love.


What we do here on Sundays, what churches do, or should do, and all houses of worship, is this:


  1. Remind the world that all that we are and all that we hope to be is of God.
  2. Love is the only way to live, to fulfill our humanness, to realize our goodness, our purpose, our power.
  3. None of this easy, but all of it is possible.


In the story of Joseph and his brothers, we have the perfect tale of redemption and hope … 


As the story goes, Joseph is the apple of his father’s eye, he's smart, good looking, and seriously irritating … he’s too young to manage his gifts, and his gifts are enormous.


His brothers are jealous, and tired of him; they hate him … they sell Joseph into slavery … take his coat, spatter it with blood, to convince their father that Joseph has been set upon by a wild animal and killed.


Joseph has many adventures along the way, some good, some bad … spends time in an Egyptian jail .. eventually finds redemption … becomes a great leader in the land of Egypt.


Back in Canaan, meanwhile, a famine drives the family to Egypt in search of food … 


The story is complicated and full of twists and turns - just like life - the brothers, at first don’t recognize Joseph, but he recognizes his brothers, and makes the right decision … summed up in the word, “forgiveness” … because Joseph is a man with a heart for God … he says to his brothers:


Even though you intended to do harm to me, God intended it for good.


Now we have to be careful how we use this text … because some have used it in terrible ways, saying to those in dire straits, those suffering the indignities of human cruelty and abuse, a child raped, a woman beaten, a man fired and forgotten … those with illness and sorrow - saying to such, “Oh, don’t worry - it’s all for the good.”


No … it’s not all for the good … there’s a lot of suffering and sorrow that has no purpose whatsoever … pain is pain, sorrow is sorrow, death is death … and we cannot slap a happy face on it - we need to weep with those who weep.


Our story this morning gives me hope … woven into the fabric of life is the golden thread of God’s love … not all is sweetness and light, but there is a pearl of great price, the power of forgiveness.


Again, intelligence is needed: those who owned the enslaved and chained them to their work, cannot ever say to them in their servitude, “Forgive me” … even as more chains are added, and more cruelty is done.


The powerful cannot say to the powerless, “forgive me!” And then go on their merry way … 


Forgiveness is the currency of the religious life … forgiveness is given to us by God, and to seal the deal, to finish the work, we extend it to others … 


Even as we change, and try to change, the way we live, what we believe, how we think, and the words we use.


Joseph might well chosen revenge … the sweet poison of life:


When seeking revenge, dig two graves - one for yourself.


In moments of pain, we seek revenge.


Revenge is a dish best served cold … carefully prepared, set aside, served only when all is ready.


Joseph chooses forgiveness … 


How easily he might have damned his brothers …  but he saves them instead.


Can we at this point think of Christ? … on the cross … Father, forgive them; they don’t know what they’re doing.


It’s not a matter of forgetting … even Jesus, on the other side of death, cannot forget; raised from the dead, his body still bears the scars … the nails driven into his hands and feet, the crown of thorns pressed upon his head, the Roman spear thrust upward into his body … the scars remain, but there is healing, and there is peace.


We don’t forget, but we can move on … 


To say the words, “I forgive” … powerful medicine … Joseph says it to his brothers … when Peter asks, “How often?” Jesus replies: all the time, again and again, forever and a day.


We can’t always say it right away … the other person may not be ready to hear those words … Joseph’s brothers would not have been ready to hear the words of forgiveness earlier in the story … but now they are. 


Maybe we’re not quite ready to say the words, either … but say them we must, and say them soon, lest bitterness take hold of our heart. The words of forgiveness work their own magic in our souls … the magic of redemption and grace.


A deep breath, a very deep breath, “I forgive.”


Amen and Amen!

Sunday, April 22, 2018

A New Day


Given at Palms Westminster Presbyterian Church
Psalm 23; Acts 4:5-12

I can see a new day
A new day soon to be
When the storm clouds are all passed
And the sun shines on a world that is free (Pete Seeger).

Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!
A fine wind is blowing the new direction of time.
If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me!
If only I am sensitive, subtle, oh, delicate, a winged gift!
If only, most lovely of all, I yield myself and am borrowed
By the fine, fine wind that takes its course through the
chaos of the world
Like a fine, an exquisite chisel, a wedge-blade inserted;
If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge
Driven by invisible blows.
The rock will split, we shall come at the wonder…. 
(D.H. Lawrence - from Song of a Man Who Has Come Through)

 I will pour out my spirit on all flesh;
      your sons and your daughters shall prophesy,
      your old men shall dream dreams,
      and your young men shall see visions.
      Even on the male and female slaves,
      in those days, I will pour out my spirit (Joel 2.28-29).

Peter, filled with the Holy Spirit, said to them, “Rulers of the people and elders, if we are questioned today because of a good deed done to someone who was sick and are asked how this man has been healed, let it be known to all of you, and to all the people of Israel, that this man is standing before you in good health by the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, whom you crucified, whom God raised from the dead. This Jesus is
      ‘the stone that was rejected by you, the builders;
      it has become the cornerstone.’ 

Peter was the man of the hour.
The man who had denied the Christ.

I don’t know him, said Peter.
Not once.
Not twice.
But thrice, I don’t know him.

And then … of a sudden,
In the hubbub and noise.
Jesus catches Peter’s eye.
The cock crows for the rising of the sun.
Darkness fills Peter’s soul.

A horrible recognition:
Why did I do it?
Why was I so cowardly?
Why couldn’t I speak the truth?

I DO know him.
He called me from the boats.
To be a fisherman … of people.

For three years, I labored with him.
Walked and talked with him.
Learned from him.
Watched him carefully.
Promised to be faithful to him.

And in a heartbeat, I threw it all away.
I don’t know the man, said I:
To the servant girls.
And to the bystanders.

And to the mess I was making, I added a curse.
Just to make it clear, to make my point, drive it home:
By heaven, by God, by all that’s holy,
I don’t know the man.

It’s what Jesus said I’d do.
He was right.
Jesus knew me well.
All too well.
Better than I could know myself.

The Bible says that Peter went out and wept.
Bitterly.

But all is not lost.
It never is with God.

In the early morning hours, on the shores of Galilee
Jesus, with a fire, and some fish.

The disciples are doing what they knew best:
Fishing.

While the disciples turn the boat shoreward, 
Peter, always in a hurry, leaps into the sea and swims to shore.
And there they have breakfast.

As Anthony Bourdain puts it:
"WHAT NICER THING CAN YOU DO FOR SOMEBODY THAN MAKE THEM BREAKFAST?"

In one of the great moments of the story:
Jesus speaks to Peter.
Tenderly.
Kindly.
No intent to harm or shame.
Never a sense of “I told you so.”

With kindness and mercy:
Do you love me Peter?
Do you love me more than you love these fish?
These boats, and their nets?
This beautiful place?
This glorious sea of Galilee?
The morning breeze and the evening cool?
The challenge and the chores.
The work and the weariness.
Your family, your friends?
Do you love me Peter?

Three times Jesus asks Peter.
Three times Peter affirms his love.

Jesus undoes the three denials.
It’s Jesus who moves the hand of the clock.
The clock was stuck at the hour of the cock crowing.
The clock was stuck at the moment of Peter’s denial.

Peter was stuck in time.

Stuck in regret.
Resigned to the fact that he’d better get back to fishing.
To the boats, to the nets.
Nothing else left for him.
He was a failure and a flop.
He made big promises.
But it was all hot air.

Jesus gets the clock going again.
Not backward.
Not even God can do that.
But forward.
Forward to a new day.

Jesus gives Peter another chance.
A moment of grace.
Forgiveness.
Acceptance.
A new lease on life.

A restoration to the work that lay at hand.
And what a work it was to be:
To change the world.

With the good news of God’s great love.
A love incarnate in Jesus of Nazareth.
A love that never ever gets stuck in the past.
A love moving forward.
Upward and onward.

To the new day.
To the wonders at hand.
To the tasks of life:
Tasks of love, hope and peace.

And now in Jerusalem,
With a new lease on life:
Peter speaks.

With courage.
No holding back.
No longer giving in to fear.

Kill me if you will.
You’ve already killed my LORD.
So, kill me, too, if you have to.

But rest assured.
Love cannot be killed.
Goodness and kindness cannot be killed.
They live.
No matter what happens.

Love lives on.
Love endures.
Love never ends.

Peter was brave that day.
Ready for the work.
He speaks clearly and with kindness.
He speaks truth to power.

And power doesn’t like it.
Power doesn’t like truth.

Whether it be Peter before the high priest.
Martin Luther before the Holy Roman Emperor.
Martin Luther King, Jr. before an Alabama sheriff at the end of the bridge.
Parkland students, Emma Gonzales and David Hogg speaking to the powerful gun lobby.

Power doesn’t like truth.
Power needs lies to stay in power.

The powers that be … 

  • Racial powers: tell the lie that some lives really don’t matter, or to confuse the issue, cry out: “All lives matter,” which is like saying, “All weather is weather,” or “All food is food.” In the simple declaration of “All lives matter,” a lie is being told, to cover up the reality that for many people, some lives don’t matter at all.
  • Economic powers: tell the lie that poor people are lazy, and should be punished for their poverty.
  • National powers: tell the lie of god-ordained superiority which guarantees the right of nation to run roughshod over others, and by force of arms, if needed, to dictate policy for nations.
  • Religious powers: tell the lie that all other religions are wrong, and those who believe differently will go to hell.
  • Male gender powers tell the lie that men are superior; women are unable to handle serious decisions and moral questions, and women, of course, surely don’t deserve equal pay.

Peter speaks truth to power.
The powers-that-be don’t like it.
But the powers retreat a wee bit.

They let Peter go.
With a warning, of course.
But they let Peter go.

To tell the story:
The story of Jesus and his love.
The story of a new world.
A new day.
A new way of life better than all the lies.

A new way that doesn’t require selfishness and ego.
A new way, kind and generous.
A new way of sharing with one other, so that everyone had enough … no one had too little, and no one had too much.

A new way of life that doesn’t build  walls, because walls are just plain silly … the walls of Rome, the walls of East Germany, the walls of Israel, and the walls some would build on our border with Mexico … 

Peter speaks of a new way of life … 
A new kind of power:

The power that gives away its power … the power of self-denial, the power of self-giving, the power of laying down a life for the sake of another … the power of taking up the cross and following in the footsteps of Christ.

That day, Peter speaks up and he speaks out.
The way.
The truth, and,
The life.

All because on a Galilee beach, early one morning, Jesus made breakfast, and gave Peter one more chance.

Dear friends,
God never gives up you.
So don’t ever give up on yourself.
And, for heaven’s sake, never give up on one another.

Be kind.
Be generous.
Be gentle.

Read your Bible.
Live your faith.
Pour out your love.
Speak truth to power.


And to God be the glory … Amen and Amen!