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Monday, July 22, 2024

7.21.24 "This I Know" - Westminster Presbyterian Church, Pasadena, CA

 Ephesians 2.11-16; Ephesians 2.17-22


“When I leave church, I want to feel better than when I came in,” my friend said to me …  

Melodie Mariposa performing at
Westminster, 7.21.24

I keep that in mind when I write my sermons and prepare the liturgy … I think of my friends, I think of you … 


And, I think of myself … 


There are times when my spiritual energies are nil … 

the springs of hope and peace run dry … 

writer’s block, spiritual block, the doldrums, the down times … 

the sun dimmed by heavy clouds … 

sadness and weariness overtake my soul … 

lousy memories trigger a flood of regret … 

momentary setbacks - when things just go plumb wrong … knocked for a loop, knocked off balance … set back on my heels …

Old fears that have been with me my entire life … 


Good golly Miss Molly …


St John of the Cross called it “the dark night of the soul” ..


A whole book about it in the 16th Century … for young monks, who were at the top of their game when they entered the monastery … close to God, a deep sense of prayer, lots of joy, peace, happiness … the daily disciplines, the long hours of prayer and work, all of it good … the soul dances light upon the earth …


And, then, one day, it goes south … 

candles burn out, 

joy takes a hike, 

the days become laborious and unrewarding … 

prayers are hard, and go nowhere … 

the soul drags along, tired and weary … 

the young monk becomes discouraged … 


where’s the joy, what happened to my happiness, why now is prayer so hard, so unbearable, and these duties, why now so empty of meaning, where’s my energy, my hope, my peace? 


At just such a time, the young monk is tempted to leave the monastery … 


I’m unfit for this calling, I don’t belong here, I’m too sinful for all of this, I’m not up to it … maybe I was wrong about this, I don’t have what it takes, and what it takes is beyond me.


John of the Cross, tells the young monk: God is preparing a new day for you … 


no one can stay on top of the world all the time; 

there are times when we need to be in the valley of darkness … 


it’s called growing, and growing up, growing out, learning the hard lessons as well as the sweet lessons of life.


John of the Cross tells of a sculptor who throws a tarp over the work-in-progress … to shield the work from prying eyes.


If we watched what God was doing, we’d rush in with our own suggestions … we’d tell God, “Do it this way, do it that way.”


We’d muck it all up with our ideas … 

So God does us an enormous favor …

God conceals the critical work of soul-formation … in the critical moments of life.


When the time is right, God pulls back the tarpaulin to reveal something new … a new chapter in our life.


St. John of the Cross understands a lot of things; his counsel and wisdom comforts the guides the soul.


When all is dark, wait … 

wait for the revealing … 

wait for the light.


Don’t give up, don’t walk away, 

don’t doubt the original calling; 

don’t be too hard on yourself … 

be patient, wait upon the LORD … a new day is coming.


“When I leave church, I want to feel better than when I came in,” said my friend.


We have to be careful … 


The church has sometimes helped people feel better about all the wrong things … 


In the 19th century, across the southern tier of the nation, minsters were cautioned to never bring up the question of slavery …  


“Just preach Christ” … some even stepped into the pulpit to defend the practice:


Enslavement is perfectly fine, the whip is acceptable, treating the enslaved as cattle is all a part of God’s will … God is on our side.


Ministers who raised the question were ousted from their pulpits.


Folks wanted to leave church feeling better about all the wrong things.


In the north, in the midwest, far west, folks went to church to hear the “gospel” … 


it’s ok to hate the Indigenous, 

take their land, break the treaties, 

put their children into specialized schools where their hair is cut, 

their indigenous clothing taken away, 

punished if they speak their indigenous tongue … 


it’s ok; it’s God’s will … and the people leave church feeling better than when they came in.


In Nazi Germany, many churches turned themselves over to German Christianity … Germany First, make Germany great again, Germany over all … large Nazi flags and banners in the sanctuary … the upraised hand, once the sign of blessing, slightly tilted forward, becomes the Nazi salute … Jews deserved to be hated, war is necessary, God is on our side.  


They leave church feeling better - about all the wrong things.


I want to leave here feeling better than when I came, and I want the same for you … but we have to be clear, we have to be sure, that what we feel good about is something good, the real deal, the genuine article …  


Not the wrong things, but the right things … 


And why?


When we feel better about the right things, we change the wrong things … we are the salt of the earth, says Jesus, we are the light of the world.


Here are some things that I find helpful … rooted in Scripture, celebrated in our traditions, confirmed in daily life:


Remember: Joshua orders the trumpets to blow, and the walls tumble down ..


Remember: the Prodigal Son returns home …


Remember: the Lost Sheep is found.


Dear friends:


Be not afraid, though there is plenty in this life to scare the wits out of us.


You are loved, you are forgiven … all the way to eternity.


You will do it … you’ve come through so much already, you’ll come through whatever life throws at you … when you’re down, it’s only for a season … if you can’t see God, God sees you, and God is hard at work.


Remember, you have friends … here they are, sitting with you … you have Moses and the Prophets … you have the Apostle Paul and the Holy Spirit … in the center of it all, you have Christ.


You don’t have all the answers, but you don’t need all the answers … 


You have courage, you get up in the morning and face the day … one step at a time is maybe all you can do, but you’ll do it … you’ll face the day, you’ll make it through …  


You have faith in Christ … enough to move a few mountains and change the world.


Don’t expect too much of yourself …   


But expect enough of yourself to push yourself into new regions of life and work … take a few chances.


In your search for God, you will sometimes find God … and then, remember, God always finds you.


When you’re knocked down, God will lay down beside you … when it’s time to get up and try again, God will be at your side …  


You have love in your heart … remember that.


Keep in mind those who love you … they’re not wrong … even when you’re not so lovable, you’re still worthy of love, you always have gifts, you’re a person of importance … you are someone’s link to life.


To leave here, and feel better, than when you got here.


Hallelujah and Amen

Sunday, January 23, 2022

Jan 23, 2022 - "Who Is Christ?"

Who is Christ?
Luke 4.14-21 - St. Luke's Presbyterian Church, Rolling Hills Estates, CA

Good morning and God’s Peace to you.


In the name of our LORD Jesus Christ.


Emmanuel!

God with us.

The Alpha and the Omega!

The beginning and the End.


The very presence of Christ.

Christ abides in us.

And we in Christ.


And this morning, the question:

Who is Christ?


This morning, all across America, and all around the world, preachers and teachers, of every kind and cut, from the tallest steeples to the smallest gathering, from the sublime to the crazy, words will go out, for good or for ill.


“This is Christ,” they will say.

“Here he is.”

“Believe and be saved.”

“Do what he says!”


Books continue to be written by the dozen, by the hundreds … libraries grow all the more … shelves bend under the weight of books …


And if not hardcopy, then the cloud … digital books, audio books … podcasts, blogs, and YouTube … 


Each in their own way, answering the question: Who is Christ?


On this Third Sunday in Epiphany, a Sunday of “further revelation,” which is what Epiphany means - a revealing of something new, something good … something unexpected …


No better place to begin, or to end, then our reading this morning from St. Luke … (fitting, indeed, that we pay special attention to your namesake) …


Jesus returns to Galilee, says St. Luke.


Familiar territory.

Here’s where Jesus grew up.

He knows the hills, the people, their ways of life … the smells, the sounds, and the shape of every home … and all the stories they tell.


His reputation as a teacher is growing.


Upon his return to Nazareth, he goes to synagogue.

As was his custom.

Jesus is a man of the synagogue.


He stands up - the Isaiah scroll is handed to him.

And so he reads …


The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he has anointed me to bring good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim release to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to let the oppressed go free, to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor."


Jesus rolls up the scroll, gives it back to the attendant, and sits down to teach.


The eyes of all in the synagogue are fixed on him. 


Jesus says, Today this scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing.


And the people rejoice.

 

Comfort and consolation.

God on our side.

God’s favor upon us.


The people speak well of him, amazed at his gracious words.

Hometown rabbi come home to his own, and what a speaker he is.

The Word of the LORD is upon his lips.


Jesus might have done well to end the sermon, then and there … enjoy the accolades, and head downstairs for the potluck.

The people would have been pleased.


Yet Jesus continues to speak.

Of the widow of Zarephath who welcomed Elijah into her home in a time of famine, and offered Elijah the last of her bread, and it was then that Elijah promised her that the LORD would keep her jar of meal filled, and her little jug of oil with plenty. The widow of Zarephath is a gentile.

And then Jesus speaks of Naaman the Syrian, healed by Elisha’s command to bath in the Jordan. Naaman the Syrian is an enemy.


Jesus opens the text to include “other people” … people beyond the borders of Galilee … beyond the usual markers of theology and faith and culture.


It dawns upon the congregation - their take on the ancient story is challenged … what had started out so pleasantly now takes a hard turn …


“This far” they said, “but no further.” 

Us … not them.

Here’s the boundary; here’s the border.

This far … and no further.


I’m reminded of two chapters in the American Story:


The first is the Pilgrim event, the Mayflower, the establishment of Plymouth … people searching for a place to call home.


Before the English arrived. Dutch and French traders brought with them foreign germs … wave after wave of disease swept through the Indigenous communities … once prosperous towns now lay desolate, fields fallow, bones of the unburied littered the ground. 

And what said the English preachers?

Disease and death killing thousands of Indigenous People was a sign of God’s favor, “the year of the LORD’s favor.”

Because the Indigenous People are heathens, full of idolatry, full of evil; they’re savages … they don’t belong to God’s purpose … small pox and other disorders are all a part of God’s holy will to give us undisputed claim to the land,” in spite of the fact that many Indigenous Peoples had adopted Christianity from the Dutch and the French and then the English, learned to speak and write French or Dutch and then English, with treaties negotiated; treaties broken when more land was wanted, and the numbers of English insured superiority in battle.

The Puritans had a firm boundary for God’s love: “This far,” they said, “and no further.”


I think of the American South before the Civil War … for years, preachers and philosophers had told the story: “Black People are inferior to White People; Black People need to rescued out of ‘darkest Africa,’ brought to America in chains and enslaved - to save them from their evil ways. It is there lot in life to be enslaved.


Then something happened: thousands of enslaved peoples adopted Christianity.


White Christians in the South now had a problem on their hands: “Can we enslave fellow Christians?”


To answer the question, theologians and preachers went to work - Presbyterians among them … they decided that salvation went only so far.


The souls of enslaved Christians were saved, bound for glory, but salvation did not include their earthly bodies … so it was perfectly acceptable to continue their enslavement -  “this far,” they said, and no further.”


And then, one other story … in the early 70s, Altoona, PA … an older man (likely younger than I am right now), a gifted musician, thespian, story-teller, and jokester, and in his retirement, church custodian - I saw him every day; we often went out for breakfast - eggs and toast, and, of course, scrapple … one morning, he asked me, seriously and thoughtfully, “Did God love the Russians as much as God loved Americans?”


“This far, and no further.”


Jesus continues to speak - the grumbling deepens:

The shaking of heads; it turns to rage …


They drag Jesus out of the synagogue …

Take him to the brow of a hill …

The hill on which the city is built …

They’re going to throw him over the edge …

They’re going to send him to his death …


“This far,” they said, “and no further.”


The story ends abruptly … Jesus passes through their midst and goes on his way … traveling to other towns, to speak of the Kingdom of God … 


Who is Christ?


I end with a word from Isaiah 43.19:


I am about to do a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.


“For us, for us,” cry the people.


Jesus says, “Yes, yes, yes, of course, for you … and many others, as well.”


For the love of God is broader

than the measures of the mind,

and the heart of the Eternal

is most wonderfully kind.


“This far,” says Jesus, “and farther still, to the very ends of the earth, world without end.


Amen and Amen!