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Sunday, October 16, 2022

10.16.22 "Looking Ahead!" Westminster Presbyterian Church, Pasadena, CA

Jeremiah 31.27-34; Luke 18.1-8


When we lived in northern Wisconsin, I owned an 18-ft white fiberglass canoe … it was a beauty … a lot of fun … lake fishing … running the rivers … 

We had some decent white water, and I’d go out with a friend for the day … 


We knew the rivers, changing depth of water, whether we had rain recently, or not; winter run-off … on the quite stretches of the river, we’d relax … let the current take us … when approaching some serious water, we’d beach the canoe, walk ahead to look ahead, to see if we could scope out a safe way through the rapids … without damaging the canoe, or capsizing … 


Looking ahead proved helpful, but not entirely so … there was no way of really knowing until we were on the water … and then, it was a lot of quick thinking and fast paddling … 


What lies ahead for any of us?


That’s the direction we’re headed in … no one is going backward … forward is the only option …  


And so we come to Jeremiah … writing to people in tough times … encouraging them to look ahead … look ahead for the better day … be a wild-eyed optimist - not foolishly so, but faithfully so, because God is the future God .. from the future, God touches the present … from the future, God speaks to us … from the future, Christ beckons - to put our hand to the plow and not look back! Onward to the future.


Jeremiah writes:


In those days they shall no longer say: “The parents have eaten sour grapes, and the children’s teeth are set on edge.” But all shall die for their own sins; the teeth of everyone who eats sour grapes shall be set on edge.


What in the world is Jeremiah talking about?


Let’s do some work … you’ve heard the commandment, wherein the LORD God says: for the iniquity of the parents, I will punish the children, to the third and fourth generation of those who reject me.


Which is to say, the failure of one generation has consequences for generations to follow … history makes it clear: we pay the debts of those who came before us … we know that to be true!


But such thinking became a handy excuse … an excuse to do nothing: blame it on the past - it’s my parent’s fault … I had lousy teachers … the times were against me … I didn’t get fair breaks … any or all of that may be true, but is that the whole story?


It became a cliche: The parents have eaten sour grapes, and the children’s teeth are set on edge.  


Jeremiah says, Nope, you can’t say that. What another generation did, or failed to do, is no excuse for you to do nothing. And don’t get smart about it; you’ll leave your own mess for another generation to clean up. You can always do something, because the future is open!


We’ve got possibilities … always, possibilities … always a way through … whatever the moment, whatever the limits, whatever the difficulties, we can find our way through.


A friend of mine recently asked of my study group: “What do you hope to accomplish in the next five years?”

One of the members replied, “You’re assuming we’ll still be here!” 

And we laughed. And we agreed … being on the older side of things, the future is a whole lot shorter for us than our past. 

Yet, as the poet, Langston Hughes said: “Hold fast to your dreams, for without them life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.”


In our youth, we can hardly wait to grow up.


Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, 

Healthy, free, the world before me, 

The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.


School, graduation, a driver’s license, a diploma … a job … marriage and family … we work hard to make a living, we work hard to make a life … and then, one day, the clock ticks loud … calendar pages fall like autumn leaves … we face the inevitable end of our lives.


The Christian Faith encompasses all of life … the Christian Faith climbs the highest mountains, and plumbs the deepest graves … with good reason, we say of Christ, crucified, dead and buried; he descended into hell. In dealing with the worst, Christ has the right to talk about the best!


Death does not have the final word … death cannot separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our LORD … as the poet says, Death, be not proud!


A little girl asked her mother, “Will my Grampa be in heaven?” 

Her grampa had just died.

Her mother, a theologian … quickly realized a theological lecture would not do, so the mother simply said to her daughter, “Everyone you love will be there.”


My theology professor, a man of learning and wisdom, fluent in many languages, a scholar of renown, an expert canoeist, said in a lecture, “I’ll be canoeing in heaven.”

He explained: “I believe all the good things God has given to us here and now will be there, too.”


In heaven, we’ll still be human beings … we will love what we’ve always loved … our children, our flowers, good food, a shelf of books, and some stories to tell - all the things that enrich our lives and give us depth of character.


We look ahead for the new day:


In politics, we look for new solutions to ancient problems … new answers to primordial questions … new technology to improve how we live with one another and manage the world in which we live. 


In religion, we look for God’s presence - in new forms and places … we discover, God is God, always and forever, but always in surprising ways … God makes sturdy clothing for Adam and Eve on their way out of the Garden … God parts the Sea so the people of Israel can head for the Promised Land … God sends manna in the morning, and quail at night … God is the cloud leading the way, the pillar of fire guarding the night … God born in Bethlehem and dying on Calvary, God in the tomb, and God raised from the dead … God always on the road, here and there and in between … God of love, God of hope, God of life, God of death, God of the resurrection and the life everlasting.


In the days of our life, from the first breath to the last, to be those who look ahead … to the bright sun of Christ, to the work that must be done while the day is upon us … to be informed by the news, and transformed by the good news … to put our hands to the plow, and not look back … to make Christ our priority …  


To look ahead … 

In the short run, so we can be faithful.

In the long run, so we can hopeful.


Pete Seeger said it well:


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 … Amen and Amen!

Monday, September 13, 2010

September 12, 2010, "As It Is in Heaven"

Luke 15:1-10


Good Morning Covenant Presbyterian Church … Welcome Back … summer is done, and we’re home from our travels … the kids are back in school, and if we have a garden, we’ve got tomatoes … so many tomatoes, we put them in a bushel basket, bring them to a neighbor’s front porch, ring the doorbell, and run!

Good Morning Covenant Presbyterian Church … Welcome Back … welcome to a new season of ministry … welcome to all the things that make for a church – Sunday School and Session meetings … church budgets and Stewardship Campaigns … fellowship dinners and mission trips … projects and propositions and possibilities.

Good Morning Covenant Presbyterian Church … Welcome Back …

Things that sustain us in our walk with Christ - prayer and study and fellowship and worship …

The Christian life needs tending …
Like a garden needs weeding …
Like a lawn needs mowing …
The Christian life needs tending …
We help each other with that …
We help each other stay focused …
Focused on our task, the high calling of Christ: thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

Thy will …
On earth …
As it is … in heaven.

We all live with standards of excellence.

When we cook a dinner, we know what it should look like and what it should taste like …
We use a ruler to measure a piece of drapery, so that it fits the window.
The carpenter uses a level when building the shelf.
The engineer uses sophisticated software to run the computations again and again, to be sure it’s right.
The physician has her textbooks and the latest medical journals.
And Christians have heaven … thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

Jesus gives us heaven.
The level for the shelf.
The tape measure for the drapery.
The textbook for the surgery.

An image of life …
Life intended by God …
Life as it should be …

Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven …

Life guided by high purpose …
Life guided by faith, hope, and love …
Life guided by grace, mercy and peace.

As it is in heaven.

And how is it in heaven?
And how shall it be on earth?

In heaven, there are no lost causes.
In heaven, God never gives up.

A sheep is lost?
God sets out to find it.

A coin misplaced?
God lights a lamp and sweeps the floor.

The intensity of God’s love.

There is never a lost cause.
The sheep is found and returned to the flock.
The coin recovered and all is well.

As it is in heaven …

Angels rejoice.
Heaven throws a party.
Kick up your heels and pop a cork.
Throw a steak on the grill, and invite the neighbors.

Donna and I attended a groundbreaking yesterday for a new Habitat for Humanity project … three new homes in Lynwood …
Three families soon to have a place of their own … safe and comfortable.
Lynwood’s mayor was there … a city councilman … the families approved for the project …
And a bunch of Presbyterians …
We all donned hardhats and grabbed a shovel … with cameras rolling, folks clapping, the first dirt was turned on this new project.

As it is in heaven.

God doesn’t sit around wringing God’s hands and complaining about lost sheep and misplaced coins … the sheep isn’t scolded … nor the coin condemned.

God just goes to work.
Because there’s always a way.
It may take awhile.
It may take days and months and years … and setbacks and disappointments … to rebuild New Orleans … to rebuild lives shattered by an exploding gas line in San Bruno … none of this is easy; all of it hard.
It takes a heap of livin’ to make a life.
Love and marriage … gay or straight …
Children and family …
Illness and mortgages …
It takes awhile, and the work can be hard.

The shepherd must have said, I know where the sheep is; I know where to look … but the lost sheep wasn’t there … and on to the next place, and the sheep wasn’t there either … but the shepherd doesn’t give up … the shepherd keeps on looking … until the lost sheep is found.

Heaven possess confidence …
Lost sheep are found …
Lost coins recovered …

Homes are built.
Communities transformed.
Lives changed.

As it is in heaven.

Jesus gives us heaven so that we can live well …
On earth as if it were heaven.

To remember:
There are no lost causes.

To remember:
There is always a way.

To remember:
Moaning and groaning never solve the puzzle.
Just stay with it …
No matter how many disappointments.
Keep on looking.
Keep on praying.
Keep on loving.

Confident in our labors …
Confident in God’s love at work in all things …
Confident that love prevails over hatred …

Confident that for every Terry Jones who wants to burn the Quran and fuel the fires of hatred, there are millions who choose the better angel … who build bridges rather than dig chasms … who extend the olive branch rather than the sword …

Confident that folks like Terry Jones haven’t a clue …
And if we want clues about life …
We have a cloud of witnesses surrounding us.

Folks at Habitat for Humanity know the truth …
People bagging groceries at LAX Food Pantry know the truth …
Folks at a downtown soup kitchen ladling out beans and rice know the truth.
People who go to Nicaragua and build bridges of understanding know the truth …
Folks who come faithfully to worship … who sing and teach … who write the checks and give of themselves a thousand times over – these are the folks who know the truth.

A man like Terry Jones wants us to remember backwards … always looking backwards … to the moment the Towers fell … remembering only the horror and the pain … stoking the fires of anger and vengeance …

But it’s a poor memory that only works backward.
There is a memory that claims the future.
A memory that leans forward.

On ABC this weekend … a remarkable story about some of the 9/11 children who lost a father … the children were but infants at the time, so all they have now is their father’s eyes, or his smile … and the mementoes of a man they never knew.
The children grieve as only children do.
Purity in their tears.
Innocence in their hearts.
A holy innocence.
An innocence that we’ve got to protect!

Men like Terry Jones tread upon these children with dirty shoes …
The American landscape right now is full of people with dirty shoes … preachers and politicians and pundits who want us to remember backwards … to remember the pain and cuddle the spirit of vengeance.

Preachers who bemoan the day, and claim that America is going down the tubes.
Pundits who want to “restore America’s honor” they say.
Politicians who want us to look backward … “to a better day,” they say.
But better days are ahead of us, dear friends.
Better days, different days, to be sure.
Nothing stays the same.
The world changes.
We can’t hold on to yesterday.
So why even try?

A memory that works backward is a poor memory indeed.

But in places like this, our memory works forward.
We have something coming toward us that leads us onward.
The kingdom of heaven.
Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

I can see a new day … a new day soon to be.

Welcome back, dear friends, welcome back.
We start anew.
We start again.
We strain ahead to the high calling of Christ.
Our eyes are on the prize.
As it is in heaven.

Dear friends in Christ:
There are no lost causes.
God never gives up.
God goes to work.
God shoulders the cross.
Because the work ain’t easy.
And we shoulder the cross, too.
Because there is no Christ without a cross.
There is no faith without a lot of hard work.

But this we know.
This we believe.
Sheep are found.
Lost coins reclaimed.

Thy will be done on earth … as it is in heaven.

Amen and Amen!

Sunday, August 30, 2009

August 30, 2009 - Flowers, Figs and Foxes

Song of Solomon 2:8-15

It’s a love story … pure, plain and simple.

Nothing theological about it.
God doesn’t show up at all …
Folks wonder why it’s in the Bible.

The Song of Solomon has been celebrated and condemned … dismissed out of hand, or twisted into strange interpretations.

But interpreters these days shy away from anything but the obvious, and I quite agree … the Song of Solomon - a steamy love poem between two young people who are madly in love!
Flowers and figs, sweet and tasty, and those dadgum little foxes who spoil the vineyard. Such is love, in all of its wonder and all of its strangeness.

So, why is this love poem in the Bible?
And why would I bother preaching from it?

Well, first of all, it’s one of the lections … someone somewhere thought that we ought to include something written by King Solomon …

But more than that, the Song of Solomon, has a rightful place in the Bible.

Let’s begin in the beginning …

By the way, little Jackie came home one day from Sunday School and said, “Dad, did you know the Bible talks about baseball?”
“No, I didn’t know that,” says Dad.
“Sure,” says Jackie, “the Bible talks about the big inning!”

Let’s go to the big inning, shall we? … the first pitch! When God created the heavens and the earth.

God created you and me, male and female, God created us – with all our strange parts and amazing desires, and God said It is good.

Adam looked at Eve and said,
Whoopie!
Bone of my bones and
Flesh of my flesh.


Flesh … these bodies of ours:
Amazing.
We run a mile and scramble eggs …
We hug and kiss and have babies …
We sneeze and get sick …
We cough and we blow our nose …
We eat too much and put on weight … and then we work like mad to take off the extra pounds …
We work and we sweat …
We wash and put on deodorant …
We look at ourselves in the mirror, and we wonder …
We watch ourselves breath … we smile, we frown … we pose, we crouch … we look at ourselves with wonderment … we look at ourselves with shame … we like what we see, or we quickly turn away …
We have hair on our heads, and sometimes we don’t …
We remove hair from where it is, and grow it where it isn’t …
We might get another nose … and make other adjustments along the way …
We’re thin and we’re not …
We’re tall and we’re short …
We’re blond and we’re brunette …
We’re all the colors of the human rainbow, and then some …

We are flesh … we are flesh, blood and bone.
We are conceived in the passionate union of a man and a woman …
We spend the first nine months of our life nurtured in our mother’s womb …
And then, in a few excruciating pulses, we’re pushed into this world, and take our first breath …
Heart pumping …
Organs working …
Brain thinking …
Stomach digesting …
Kidneys producing …

Flowers and figs and foxes!
Amazing, indeed!

The story goes on:
We fall in love …
I like the expression, “fall in love.”
Like tripping on a sidewalk, it just sort of happens one day …
We fall in love …
And it’s all we can think about …
Our mind dwells on the beloved …
We sit across the table and look intently into the beloved’s face– we notice everything.
We touch … hold hands … rub shoulders … get close …

God says: This IS my image …
Arms and legs and mouth and nose …
Tummies and tonsils, toes and bunions …
Sneezes and snorts and belly rumbles …

It’s good, says God, every bit of it is good!

When Jesus came to us, he was wearing skin!
The Word became flesh and lived among us, and we have seen his glory.

Barbara Brown Taylor, a guest preacher in an Alabama church… she arrived early, so she wandered around a bit … a beautiful Episcopal Church, it was, with Tiffany windows and a remarkable mural of Jesus emerging from the tomb behind the altar.
Taylor was all alone in the church, save a lovely lady in the sacristy polishing silver.
They greeted one another, and that was that.

The lady went on polishing the silver, and Ms. Taylor stepped behind the altar to get a better view of it … she writes:
Jesus stepping out of his tomb looking as limber as a ballet dancer with his arms raised in blessing. Roman soldiers slumped in sleep on either side of the tomb with Easter lilies blooming under their noses. Except for a white cloth swaddling his waist, Jesus was naked. His skin was the color of a pink rose. His limbs were flooded with light.

Taylor remarks:
I could not remember ever having seen so much of Jesus’s skin before, especially in church. …. But I could see the artist’s point. Even in Jesus’s most transcendent moment, the moment that set him apart from the rest of humankind, he remained recognizably one of us. He came back wearing skin. He did not leave his body behind [An Altar in the World, p.36].

Think of the Apostles’ Creed …
It ends with a roaring crescendo:
I believe in the Holy Spirit, the Holy catholic church, the communion of saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the BODY, and the life everlasting.

We will not leave our body behind. Our skin goes with us!

Because that’s what we are - flesh, bone and blood.
Flowers, figs and foxes!

We’re not a spirit temporarily housed in a “prison house of clay” as some have said … waiting to flit off to some other world.
We are a human being … fully integrated - the soul needs the body; the body needs the soul!

We live and we die.
Mortal to the core.
But we belong to God - that’s the real story!
That’s the solution!
That’s the answer!
That’s our hope!
We belong to God!
Every last one of us, and every last bit of us - flowers, figs and foxes - and God is not in the habit of losing anything that belongs to God …
He who raised Christ from the dead will give life to your mortal bodies… [Romans 8:11].
It is a mystery … how God shall do this … but God did it with Jesus, and God will do it for us, too … God created the first heaven and the first earth out of nothing; the second creation won’t be a problem at all.
We shall all be changed: the perishable will put on imperishability; the mortal will put on immortality … and death will be no more.

Flesh is mighty important to God!
And mighty important to us, too.
We are our bodies, and our bodies are us!
Flowers, figs and foxes!

So, back to the Song of Solomon.
Read it this afternoon, if you will.
You’ll be surprised … maybe even slightly embarrassed.
It’s all about skin …

Just like the gospel stories!
Jesus, born of Mary, we say!

Born a baby from his mother’s womb.
Lived in his father’s house, with brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts, cousins and friends.
Ate dates and bread and fish and drank wine.
Laughed and he cried.
Walked and he talked.
Bled when beaten,
Nailed to the cross, he took one last breath, and then he died and was buried.
And three days later …

For years, I wondered why Jesus stepped out of the tomb with his very own skin – different, to be sure, but skin nonetheless … his skin … full of scars, recognizable to those who knew him, touchable … why not a new body? Fresh and clean? Why still the scars?
Might God be saying to us: Everything counts, nothing is lost, because I am work in all things for good, even those things that hurt you and harm you and leave terrible scars?
I was at work in my son’s humiliation and shame, in his death and in his burial … I was there, says God. There’s no need to erase the past, for in time, it shall be revealed how I used the past to bring you into Christ, and to bring Christ into you!

When Jesus ascends into heaven, he takes skin with him …

And with his skin, goes our skin!
Flowers, figs and foxes.
Because Christ is in us, and we are in Christ.

When the final trumpet is sounded, bright and clear, on that great getting’ up mornin’, Christ shall come again.
The dead in Christ shall rise from their graves … molecules and atoms of flesh scattered in time recalled from the four corners of the world … and everything put back together again.

What happens when we die?
Our breath returns to God.
Our flesh to the earth.

But only for a time.
An interlude.
A pause.

The spirit in heaven waits for the final day.
The spirit, without the flesh, is incomplete.
Without skin, the soul is hardly itself.
Without soul, the flesh is dead.
The saints in heaven wait.
Believers on earth wait …
Creation waits …
For the final day, the last chapter … the redemption of our bodies, says the Bible!
The redemption of OUR BODIES!
Jesus says: I will raise them up on the last day [John 6:39].
Paul writes: We await a redeemer from heaven … who will transform our body that it may be conformed to glory of his body [Philippians 3:20-21].

Because we know where it’s all going, we do not give up.
Paul the Apostle writes at the end of 1 Corinthians 15: Therefore, my beloved, be steadfast, immovable, always excelling in the work of the Lord, because you know that in the Lord your labor is not in vain.

We live, here and now, for the sake of Christ!
With flower, figs and foxes.

Steadfast and devoted to the gospel.
We keep the church alive and well.
We forgive one another, and we bear one another’s burdens.
We stand with the oppressed, and we work for justice.
We challenge the powers and defy the principalities.
We don’t buy the silliness and nonsense of a false materialism.
Because we believe in the resurrection of the body and the life everlasting – the real materialism of God’s creation.
We believe in skin!

Someone asked Ted Kennedy why he devoted so much of his life to the underdog … and he replied, “Haven’t you read the New Testament?”

The New Testament IS all about skin.
The whole Bible is all about skin.

James says: Religion that is pure and undefiled before God the Father, Is this: To care for orphans and widows in their distress… [James 1:27].

What good is it, my brothers and sisters,
If you say you have faith but do not have works?
Can faith save you?
If a brother or sister is naked and lacks daily food,
And one of you says to them,
‘Go in peace; keep warm and eat your fill,’
And yet you do not supply their bodily needs,
What is the good of that?
So, faith by itself,
If it has no works,
Is dead [James 2:14-17].

John writes:
Those who say, ‘I love God’ and then reject their
Brothers and their sisters are liars; for those who do
Not love a brother or sister
Whom they have seen, cannot love God
Whom they have not seen.
The commandment we have from God is this:
Those who love God must love their
Brothers and sisters also.

Jesus says:
Truly I tell you, just as you did it to one of the least
Of thes,e who are members of my family,
You did it to me.

You feed me when I was hungry.
You gave me water when I was thirsty.
You welcomed me when I was a stranger.
You clothed me when I was naked.
You visited me when I was sick and in prison.

You went to bat for me when I couldn’t even pick the bat up.
You defended me against the powers and principalities.
You fought for my safety and my well-being.
You took care of my when I was child.
You protected me in the workplace.
You cared for me in my old age.

The Song of Solomon invites us to love the real stuff of life.
Flowers, figs and foxes.

To live life well:
Bake chocolate chip cookies and fill the home with sweetness … take a big bite, with a sip of cold milk, and taste the wonder of it all …
Sail a boat on the high seas … smell the salt, feel the burning sun and the sting of wind on our face …
Hike the mountains and find a high place - sit there for awhile - the grandeur of mighty rocks and soaring trees … the wind rushing through a million pine needles … like the roar of a crowd in a distant stadium …
Hold someone’s hand and caress veins and knuckles and little bumps … rub their feet … wash their feet.
Help someone get across the room …
Work in a soup kitchen … sort groceries in a food pantry … dig water wells in Africa … go to Nicaragua … stand up for the fallen, defend the powerless …
Worship faithfully, pray deeply, live daringly.
Put our lives on the line for Jesus Christ and for the world: all the flowers, figs and foxes!

Love IS touching and hugging …
Sweat, blood and tears …
Love IS skin …
Love is real!

Keep it real, folks; keep your love real!
Flowers, figs and foxes!

Amen and Amen!

Monday, April 21, 2008

Our Way - April 20, 2008

John 14:1-14

Thomas Merton, reared without religious reference points, came to Christ while a student at Columbia, spent the remainder of his life as a follower of Jesus … specifically a Roman Catholic … and then a Trappist monk at the Abbey of Gethsemane in Kentucky.

As a child, he shuttled between the United States and Europe … his mother died when he was a child; his father died a few years later … he was loved and nurtured by extended family and close friends … he was brilliant, undisciplined, and always searching … above all else, he was a writer … words poured out him like water out a bucket … though he tried to stop writing several times, he failed to stop the flow of words, and when he became a monk, his superior noted Merton’s skill and encouraged him to write … not for himself any longer, but now for Christ.

Merton at first shunned the world, but the world was already inside of him.
Even within the four walls of the monastery, the world lived and breathed in Merton’s mind and heart; he was a monk, but a monk with an eye on the world … after some years of writing specifically religious material, Merton turned his attention to the Cold War, Civil Rights and finally world religions.

An avid reader of Eastern religions – Hinduism and Buddhism and their variants … he discovered beneath the doctrinal differences a common experience of the divine.

It was this common experience that created a common ground … yet Merton was clear, we can never forgo the specifics of faith and doctrine …

Christians have Christ and the Bible
Hindus have the Upanishads …
The Jews have Moses and the Torah …
The Buddhist has the Bahadavita …
The Muslim, the Koran …

Experiments to meld it all together have always failed … there is too much richness in each tradition … too much beauty and goodness in the specifics … lump it all together, and it’s lost … what’s left is formless mass – a little of this and little of that, and none of it makes any sense … sort of like dumping into the soup all the spices and herbs in our cupboard.
When I first started cooking, I would put in everything … Donna had to tell me: “Only one or two flavors tonight … other flavors tomorrow night.”

The religions of the world … rich in the specifics … God in the details!

Merton was clear: the best dialogue between traditions is when people are totally grounded in their traditions … thoroughly knowledgeable, and deeply committed to the doctrines, ideas, images of their sacred writings and their experience of the Divine …
People who know their own tradition will talk reasonably with people of other traditions.

And we all discover a great mystery:
No one has to be wrong in order for someone to be right …

But the human spirit loves to have enemies …

Every tradition has its own brand of fundamentalism … Buddhists and Hindus clash … Muslims and Jews fight it out … and Christians, too often, have taken on the whole world …

But Thomas Merton discovered – beneath the specifics, something universal … the only way to the universal is through the specifics … and the only way to preserve the universal in all traditions is to preserve the specifics of every tradition.

When confronted with doctrinal differences, Merton was humble and real … in one of my favorite quotations, Merton said, “This is beyond me at the moment.”

I love it … “This beyond me at the moment.”

Isn’t that what the Apostle Paul meant when he wrote, now we see in a mirror dimly … now I know only in part… ?

This is beyond me at the moment.

Dear Christian friends, I have been a believer all of my life … some of my earliest memories are of God … I can’t say anymore than that … it’s beyond words … God was there.

I grew up in a family where the church was central … attended Christian high school and then Calvin College in Grand Rapids, Michigan … and then Western Theological Seminary in Holland, Michigan … preachers and churches, sermons and theology, discussion and debate … the Christian faith was my milieu – Christ was in the air I breathed … Scripture was in the water I drank.

Jesus is my LORD and my Savior … He gave His life that I might live … and I live for Him, as best I can … in bits and pieces … sometimes more so, sometimes hardly at all … but I live for Him, because He lives for me.

I’ll talk to anyone about Jesus … but I’ve learned to listen as well … when dialoguing with Muslims and Buddhists, to be gracious … appreciative … there is always much to learn about Christ by learning how others worship and live.

I have learned over the years, and I’m still learning, how to read the Bible carefully …

Our text today, John 14, says something grand, something good … but it has to be read carefully.

In the hands of a fundamentalist, this text can be read narrowly, exclusively … but let’s think of Jesus … let’s think of the Gospel of John … let’s think of the cross, the empty tomb … let’s think of God who loves the world so much that He gave His only begotten Son.

The text begins with simple encouragement: Do not let your hearts be troubled.

And then the follow up: Believe in God … believe also in me.

Jesus is the face of God … what we see in Jesus is a perfect representation of the life and love of God … God for us, God with us, God around us and God inside of us … God taking up our burdens, God resolving the issues. God doing the heavy lifting …

When Jesus speaks of my Father’s house and its many rooms, the imagery is that of space … lots of space, lots of elbow room … nothing small here … a place for everyone, and everyone in their place … a place where everyone can be comfortable … a place of safety and peace, appropriate to every human being, every religious expression, every culture, every faithful way of life, whatever it is: Christian, Jew, Muslim, Buddhist, Hindu and who knows how many other variants in this remarkable world.

A gentleman died and was received into heaven … and St. Peter said, “Come with me, I’ll show you around.”
Coming to one part of heaven, St. Peter said, “Here are all the Roman Catholics … and over there, just across the way, all the Methodists … and then around the block, that’s where all the Presbyterians are …
And so they walked around heaven, and nearing one corner, St. Peter suddenly turned to the man, and said, “Shhh, we have to be very quiet here.”
“Why?” asked the man.
“Because this is where the Baptists are, and they think they’re the only ones here.”

When someone asks me, “How does this all work,” I respond as Merton: “This is beyond me at the moment.” I only see in mirror dimly … now I know only in part.

But this I know for sure … we’ll not be in heaven alone … no one will be left behind!

Let’s push on …

Jesus speaks of going on ahead to do the work for us; preparing a place for us … this is grace, pure unbounded grace … God getting the place ready for us; God doing the heavy-lifting …

Fr. Jim Fredericks at Rolf Muenker’s memorial service told a marvelous story … someone asked a priest, “What can we believe?” The priest said, “God has done the dishes, but it’s up to us to put them away.”

God has done something marvelous in Christ … and God has done it for the whole world … it’s done; it’s finished.
When Jesus was dying on the cross, when all was ready, he said, “It is finished!”
Finished for all the world … those who believe and those who don’t … those who know the name of Jesus, and those who never will … those who love greatly, and those who love only a little bit … those who see clearly, and those who live in a fog … for all the world He did it … pure unbounded grace.

Thomas asked, “How can we know the way?”

That’s just about the biggest question we can ask …

Jesus speaks of grace … “I am the way, I am the truth, and I am the life” – for you Thomas, for everyone … for all the world …

What Jesus has done, He’s done for all … Jesus is too generous to restrict His grace only to those who know Him …

His grace flows from Calvary to every creature … His grace flows from that empty tomb to overcome the power of death with life … His grace fills every heart with hope, every prayer with a sense of the divine, every temple with God’s presence.

This is what God does!
Pure unbounded grace …
But there’s plenty left for us …

Lots of dishes to put away … like loving one another and building a safe world for our children and all the children of the world … plenty for us to do, like taking care of the planet, the polar bears and the whales … plenty for us to do, like feeding the hungry, clothing the naked and visiting the sick and those in prison … plenty for us to do, like building a peaceful world and ending war … plenty for us to do.

The most challenging piece of the passage: “No one comes to the Father except through me.”

This, too, is grace … Jesus makes it as easy as possible …

Jesus simplifies …
Like a bridge over the Mississippi …
Like a tunnel through the mountains …
Jesus simplifies … opens up a corridor … makes the journey ever so much easier.

But now let’s put on our thinking caps …

Jesus speaks of “The Father” – we come to the Father through the Son …

Please note: Jesus doesn’t say “god” – Jesus doesn’t say, No one comes to God except by me … He says, carefully and intentionally, No one comes to the Father except by me.
This is one of the specifics of our faith … one of the details …

What Jesus offers is unique … a relationship to God through the Hebrew stories, through Abraham, Isaac and Jacob … it’s specific, it’s focused, it’s detailed.

It’s our joy and our delight to be disciples of Jesus, to know the Father through Him, to live the Jesus life … every day, I thank God for Jesus and the Bible, for the Cross and the Empty Tomb … for the resurrection and His abiding presence through the Holy Spirit.

Buddhist have unique things, too.
So do Hindus and Jews and Muslims.
We can only be what we are …
We have to be something …
But can we be something without needing others to be just like us?
Can we be faithful to Jesus without discrediting the faith of others?
Do others have to be wrong in order for us to be right?

When women and men of faith get together, we discover a common mystery, a common humanity, a common experience of the Divine, yet each experience unique to its own tradition … God is found in the details … God is a God of specifics and little things; sparrows and numbered hairs …

But no doctrine holds all of God … no specific can say it all …

This week, Donna and I stopped by a beautiful Hindu Temple on Malibu Canyon road … we took our shoes off and walked around from shrine to shrine – candles and oil lamps, incense and offerings … images of Hindu gods …

I watched a Hindu walk around with hands pressed prayerfully in front of him … gentle and good … unique and wonderfully specific … I sensed the Divine there.

We don’t have to stop being a Christian in order to build bridges of peace … to the contrary, we have to be Christians all the more … we have to know our Bible well … we have to know the essentials of our faith … and we have to know the Father through Christ … if we’re ever going to speak intelligibly to others, we have to thoroughly immersed in our own faith.

But we can and we must allow God to love others, too … to reveal grace and life in other cultures and traditions … it’s a humbling experience, and Christendom – with all of its pomp and power – doesn’t take kindly to humility … but humility is the heart and soul of love! As the Bible says: God gives grace to the humble!

When I lived in Tulsa, we lived across the street from a beautiful park – playgrounds and baseball diamonds, trees and picnic tables … merry-go-rounds and rocks to climb on.

When I took Josh or Rachel to the park, I’d walk across the street and we’d be in the park … other folks came to the park from other directions … other streets, other ways, but it was the same park, large enough for all of us … plenty of picnic tables and grills … plenty of space … just like our Father’s House … dwelling places for everyone.

It would have been foolish to walk around to the other side of the park when I could enter the park by simply walking across the street.

Christianity is my entrance to the park … Buddhism is another entrance, and so is Hinduism …

Go the park at the closest entrance … and give thanks that God has provided multiple entrances …

Yes, we’ll all get to into the park … heaven is mighty big place with lots of entrances … so, if everyone is going to make it, do we have work to do?
Are there dishes to be put away?

There is always a mission field … and it’s right next door … it’s a man selling his soul to make a buck … the woman obsessed with her looks … a young man doing drugs … a young lady dreaming of being a celebrity … the mission field is the world of commercialism and commodity, competition and vanity. It’s not the Hindu or the Muslim, it’s the man or woman who has nothing inside of them, nothing greater than there own desires and dreams … and the greatest mission field of all?
The Christian Church itself … our pews are filled with folks who trust little or nothing … who believe half-heartedly … who know neither Bible nor Christ … a bland mix of vague memories and poorly formed ideas – their soul a wasteland; their spirit impoverished and lonely.

I say to them: be Christian through and through … and if not Christian, then be Buddhist, or a Hindu … be something – get into the specifics; dig into the details … and do it with heart and mind, soul and strength …

God want us to make something of the sixty, or seventy, or eighty years we have … to know God, to give and receive love, to know the truth that liberates … to put our treasure in the right place, and plant our heart in the soil of faith.

God doesn’t want us to die in regret … God doesn’t want us to enter eternity and not want to be there …

At the end of the road, there is only God …
For those who love God and yearn for God – Buddhist, Hindu or Jew - it will be joy upon joy to be lifted up into the love of God, full and complete.
But for those who turned their backs to God, who bought the materialist version of life, who thought they could gods unto themselves; to be thrust into the presence of God at the end of the road, it’ll be hell for them.
To be in the presence of a love denied in this life will be painful beyond description in the next life.
To see firsthand the grace ignored, the mercy shunned, the opportunities missed, will be a gnashing-of-teeth moment, a great sorrow; the flame of regret will burn a long, long time … British theologian, Leslie Weatherhead, 1893-1976.

So be who we are; be Christian through and through … share Christ with everyone we can … give thanks for all the great religions of the world – we’re all in this together … to build a world of faith, hope and love.

Will God work it all out in the end?
Yes, indeed!

How will God do this? This is beyond me at the moment! Amen!