4.2.23 Palm Sunday, "The Triumph of All Good!" Westminster Presbyterian Church, Pasadena, CA

Psalm 118.19-29; Matthew 21.1-11 

Much of the news this week has been sad … very sad … and infuriating … 

I watch this great nation of ours stumble and fall, again and again, on the issues of gun violence and needless death … 

I hear politicians excuse and defend our current failures … claiming their right to own, carry, and use guns.

A right, they say, not to be challenged or changed … a right greater than all other rights!

What about the rights of the teachers who’ve been wounded and killed … the rights of the children … the rights of families forever scarred with sorrow and loss … the communities where they live, the nation we all love … needless death and suffering.

There is in all of this, something terribly wrong, terribly frightening, incredibly sad.

It doesn’t have to be … 

Yet for reasons known only to hell, we’re incapable of confronting the issues, stymied on writing legislation, to improve safety.

Of course, perfect solutions don’t exist, we know that … but we can do a lot more than what we’re presently doing.

I want our schools to be safe, our children secure … so they can enjoy a good education, with good teachers, and libraries …yes, libraries, free of mindless censorship and narrow-minded oversight, a pinch-faced morality, that does more harm than good.

Every day, I see racism at work … anti-Semitism on the rise, attacks on Asians, violence against gays and lesbians, against “woke” people (of which I am one) … I support the teaching of CRT, the truth about our history, because truth is always hopeful, even when it’s hard.

I hear terrible things said about trans-children and their families … terrible things said to teachers and librarians, at school board meetings and city hall … attacks against women and their freedom, women and their right to choose the level of healthcare they deem important …  

I watch our Democracy - challenged and questioned, at every turn, by too many people who would set aside what this nation fought for in the Civil War.

What we fought for in both World Wars … 

For Democracy to win the day, freedom prevail, human rights endure … because liberty and justice for all is possible … 

We must not set aside our ideals, our dreams, our hopes … we must preserve our Constitution and its Bill of Rights!

God has give us this nation … a nation from sea to shining sea … we’re a long way from perfection, but we’re on the right road, and the right road IS our Democracy … 

Wherein all religions have a place at the table.

Where faith is respected, in all its forms and practices.

Where people are honored, in their diversity and uniqueness.

Where children are precious … and the common good celebrated.

We’re in this life for one another … do unto others what we desire for ourselves … love one another … with all due respect … care for the widow, the orphan, the stranger in our midst … feed the hungry … cloth the naked … these deep biblical principles are the pillars of Democracy … 

To seek the best, and pay the price … goodness is never cheap … justice is expensive … peace is costly … but whatever the price we pay for a better world - is a price far less - than what we’re paying right now, in the sorrow and tears of our children

Truly, this IS our Lenten Journey … 

The realities of the day, a role to play, an important work to be done … to be the salt of the earth, and the light of the world.

Yes, it’s Palm Sunday … the day our Lord rode into Jerusalem, on a donkey, a beast of burden, a humble creature, slow and steady … this is not the stuff of power and worldly glory, but peace and grace … Jesus, not a conquering hero, waving a sword and marshaling armies, but a servant of God … prepared to give himself away, until there’s nothing more to give … Jesus takes the cross … he’s crucified, dead, and buried.

He descends into hell … he falls into the faraway land of death … the deepest, darkest, realms of human failure and sorrow … to give hope to everyone … heal the sin-sick and ravaged souls of humanity … break down the walls of sin and violence … set the captives free … gives sight to the blind … points the way, not with a spear, not with a sword, not with AR-15 … but with mercy and words of truth … this is my body, this is my blood … given for you.

Palm Sunday, a festive day … yet we pause to think … beneath the joy, a strange tide running … a few days later, the crowd cries for his death.

Why did they turn? What did they expect?

They were were looking for a hero … a mighty king … like King David, who ruled Israel for 40 years … 

We have to clear about something: David reigned in ancient Israel a thousand years before Jesus came to Jerusalem … a thousand years, twice the age of this nation, and then some - a thousand years … what do any of us remember from a thousand years ago?

When was the last time we had a lively conversation about:

~ The Norman Conquest of Britain in 1066.

~ Pope Urban II calling for the Crusades, 1095.

~ Or the Magna Carta signed in 1215.

The people of Jerusalem had a long memory, an incredibly long memory … centered in King David … they longed for the past, they yearned for the past, they prayed for the past, they measured everything by the past … a past that never existed, quite as they imagined … 

Nothing more dangerous than long memories … political memories, religious memories … memories that long ago lost touch with reality, and turned their backs on the future. 

Jesus said, If you put your hand to the plow. don’t look back …

When the angel rescued Lot and his family from the doomed cities of Sodom and Gomorrah, the angel said, Don’t look back … but Lot’s wife turned her head, and in that moment, she became a pillar of salt … paralyzed, immobilized, stuck in time, unable to move forward.

The crowed welcomed Jesus, with expectations - to bring back the good times, to make things like they once were … 

Who doesn’t have some of that same instinct?

To be young again, Christmas like we remember from 25 years ago, that first car we bought, the happy times on vacation … our college days, or whatever it be … that happy place in our memories.

Yes, plenty of good, but never so good as to deserve a restoration in time, a reincarnation, a reenactment, a return.

The crowd longed for the past … when Jesus failed to bring the past into fruition, the crowd turned on him … when he pointed to the future, they lost what little faith they had in him.

 By the end of the week, they demand his death … Rome was more than happy to oblige; Pilate said, “Have it your way!” … the religious leaders were pleased … “Who needs a troublemaker?”  

Palm Sunday … a festive day, a mindful day … a reminder … love is the way of life, it’s the only way to keep life holy and good, to keep life balanced and purposeful, safe and secure … optimistic and realistic … love builds, love creates, love forgives, love is patient, love makes all things new … love rolls up its sleeves and goes to work … love never ends.

Palm Sunday … we welcome Christ into our lives, we sing the songs of love, we wave our palm branches in salute to his glory, we lay down our cloaks, and bow before the LORD Almighty … the LORD of day and night, the LORD of all hope, the LORD of all our futures … the triumph of all good.

Hallelujah and Amen!

3.26.23 "Suddenly, a Noise!" Westminster Presbyterian Church, Pasadena, CA

Ezekiel 37.1-14; Romans 8.6-11

Whatever else can be said about the Christian Faith, this much is clear, at least to me:

The heart of the Christian Faith is hope … 

And hope means courage … the courage to face whatever - may come our way, however it shakes out for us … 

Life can be downright miserable … things go south in a heartbeat … we screw up badly, behave in the worst of ways … friends desert us, colleagues betray us … our car breaks down.

We all know the downside of life … we’ve been there … maybe we’re there right now, we’ll be there again … it’s just the way it is.

The Bible knows full well the crummy side of life … if it isn’t one thing, it’s another.

And so it shall be, to the end of the age …

But this much can be said … this much has to be said … there is hope, a focused, profound, hope, that transcends all other hopes … there is goodness at work in the universe … there is grace, there is mercy, there is love … from death to life, from bondage to freedom, from a valley of dry, dry, bones, to a new day rising.

Ezekiel knows hard times … he’s been with the people, in the long hike to Babylon … a trail of tears.

Let’s be honest … 

In the down side of life, we can lose our bearings … sadness overwhelms the soul … bitterness, resentment, about how things turn out, because sometimes, things turn out really crummy … 

And it’s not even our doing … the shifting sands of time and culture can throw us to the side of the road and leave us stranded … economic powers, political shifts, far beyond our control … time and tide wait for no man.

I keep thinking about the folks in Syria and Turkey … 50,000 dead and counting … so much lost … so much gone … it’ll take years to rebuild those cities and towns …  

The people in Ukraine - day in, day out, the threat of death … sorrow and fear at every turn of the corner … 

Ezekiel’s people in Babylon, lost … forlorn … broken:

Psalm 137 says it well …

By the rivers of Babylon— there we sat down and there we wept when we remembered Zion. On the willows there we hung up our harps. For there our captors asked us for songs, and our tormentors asked for mirth, saying, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!” How could we sing the Lord’s song in a foreign land?

The Psalm ends with some of the bitterest words every uttered by any human being, anywhere … a scream of rage, hurt, revenge - against the Babylonians, for what they’ve done …

Some read Psalm 137, and ask, “Why is this even in the Bible?” 

This hideous outburst, dripping with bitterness … it’s in the Bible, because the Bible is all about the human journey, the human story, our story … hopes and setback, defeat and victory, finding a way through, and finding our way blocked, the good … the bad … and the ugly.

The Bible is thoroughly honest; the Bible doesn’t pull its punches, it’s doesn’t shy away from the wretched things of life  … 

And still, always and forever, the singular, beautiful, message of hope and courage … don’t be afraid, I am with you always, to the end … I will never leave you or forsake you … there is nothing that can separate us from the love of God, neither in this life, or the life to come, neither trial nor travail, neither heartache nor loss … 

With caution, with patience, and kindness, never scolding anyone for feeling bad … never wagging a finger at anyone who’s discouraged … or blame anyone, for being in the Valley of the Shadow of Death … 

Preachers and priests can scold … but not so the Bible.

Not so the God and Father of our LORD Jesus Christ.

God walks with the wounded.

God rests with the weary.

God takes the hand of the lonely.

God waits for those who cannot go another step.

God is present within all the bleak and dreary corners of life.

On that day in Babylon, a vision: God takes Ezekiel to a valley, bleak and dreary, full of dry, dry, bones …

Can these bones live again? asks God.

What can Ezekiel say?

I imagine his face, a face drawn down by fatigue, a soul broken and bleeding … 

With a shrug of the shoulders, Ezekiel mumbles, Only you know, LORD … only you know!

Is this a statement of faith?

Or resignation?

I’m not sure what it is … I suspect it’s a shred of faith, a remnant of former days … what was earlier formed in Ezekiel’s childhood, the liturgies of the Temple … the songs of Zion … at his mother’s knee, at his fathers’s side.

But now? … what’s left?

A shrug of the shoulders, a bit of a mumble, Only you know, LORD … only you know.

And God says, Let me show you what I can do.

And with that, suddenly, a noise … bones and sinews, flesh and blood, come into being … 

Creation, all over again … when God, like a child playing with dirt, took a fistful and shaped it into a little figure.

God took that little figure and held it close to God’s face, and with a puff of breath, God breathed life into that little lump of dirt … and that day, God said, 

I created a remarkable being of dirt and divinity … 

for the dirt, mortal … 

mortal to the core, 

subject to all the infirmities and limits of flesh and bone … 

but driven by divinity, by impossible dreams, 

incredible hope, 

infinite reach for the stars above 

and the courts of heaven beyond … 

this creature of dirt and divinity 

will carry great burdens, 

experience untold joys and great pleasure, 

and will learn how to weep … 

this creature of dirt and divinity will do horrible things, and great things … 

this creature of dirt and divinity will harm and hurt … and heal and help …

 it will pray, it will curse; 

it will build, it will destroy; 

it will celebrate the truth, and tell big lies … 

it will be great, it will be terrible … it will be beautiful, it will be frightening; 

it will be a human being, a creature of dirt and divinity.

Can the bones, the dry, dry, bones, live again?

It’s the question of the ages …

Will Syria and Turkey rebuild?

Will the war in Ukraine come to an end?

Will our sadness find a way through?

Will our dreams come true?

It may take years … it may take ages … maybe only in eternity … 

It’s all held together … in Christ our LORD.

the dirt and the divinity … 

the visible and the invisible … 

all of time, all of eternity … 

the smallest elements of creation, and the distant of stars … 

the next moment, and billions and billions and billions of light years …

As I was putting all of this together … thinking, reading, writing … pondering the stories of Lent, thinking about all of you … my own life, my family, my stories …

This came to mind:

You can do it.

I believe in you.

You have the ability to make your world.

You will recover.

You will find your way.

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

In the name of the Mother, the Daughter, and their Divine Presence.

In the name of all that’s good and beautiful and true.

In the name of every child’s hope, every child’s dream, every child’s love …

Yes, Yes, and Yes!

Hallelujah and Amen!

3.19.23 From Here to WHERE?" Westminster Presbyterian Church, Pasadena, CA

 1 Samuel 16.1-13; Ephesians 5.8-11

King Saul was not a mighty king … far from it.

He was a decent man, with promise, but in the end, it all fell apart … as things often do … 

No one knew what to do … including Saul … who fumed and fussed, got angry and made everyone afraid.

In the midst of it all, a man called Samuel … a great judge, a prophet, of man with a story.

His story is, as they say, one for the books.

His mother, Hannah, has no children.

She’s frustrated, hurt, and very sad. … she goes to Shiloh to pray, a holy place … again, and again, and again … 

In the course of time, the LORD grants her desire … she gives birth to her son, Samuel … which means God did it, or I borrowed him from the LORD. 

We’re not quite sure what his name means, but whatever it means, Samuel was a gift from God.

Hannah dedicates her son to God … she pledges him to be a Nazarite, sort of like a monk, a holy man.

He wouldn’t touch alcohol, he’d let his grow long, and never, ever, touch a corpse. 

As a young boy, he worked in the holy place of Shiloh, for the priest, Eli … one afternoon, or early evening, when Eli was napping, like older people do, Samuel laid down for some rest.

And then a voice, Samuel, Samuel.

Samuel exclaims, Here I am, and runs to Eli … 

But I didn’t call you, says Eli, go lay down again.

Three times, Samuel, Samuel … finally Eli says, The LORD may be calling you … if the call comes again, say this, Speak LORD, for your servant is listening.

The call came again, and Samuel listened.

The LORD lays out before this boy an immense project that will require of Samuel everything he is, everything he has, and then some … 

The Bible says: Samuel grew in stature, in favor with the LORD, and with the people … Samuel grows up to become one of the great Judges of Israel … and then in his old age, he appoints his sons as judges, to follow in his footsteps.

But his sons did not follow in his ways, they turned aside …; they took bribes and perverted justice. 

The elders of Israel came to Samuel, You’re old, Samuel, your sons aren’t worth a toot … we need a king, just like the other nations; a king to lead us. 

Samuel was unhappy … he said - you’ll go from the frying pan to the fire … 

A king has some value, but kings all behave pretty much the same way, said Samuel … it’ll be the same for you … the strong man, the king, the head honcho, will brag about it and be mean … he’ll demand everything from you, and you won’t like it, and you’ll complain to the LORD, you’ll regret your decision, and the LORD will ignore you.

The people turned a deaf ear to Samuel … they wanted a king, and no one, not even Samuel, was going to talk ‘em out of it.

Samuel talks to God, and God, Well all right, let’s do it!

As the story unfolds, God leads Samuel to a holy place, and there, Samuel meets Saul … a fine young man, handsome and strong … after some eating and drinking, Samuel takes out a flask of oil, and anoints Saul, King of Israel. Just like that.

It’s a troubled story from the start … no one is pleased; no one is satisfied … Saul tries his best, but in the end, he can’t manage it … Samuel turns on him … so does God … in the end … it’s a real mess. God directs Samuel to anoint a successor.

What? Say that again? What do you want me to do? Where do you want me to go?

Saul will find me out, and kill me.

Take it easy, says God.

God suggests a little slight of hand … take a heifer with you, tell folks your going to make a sacrifice to the LORD. And when you’re there, ask to see the sons of Jesse …

One-by-one, Jesse brings his sons to Samuel - they’re all fit to be king, strong and handsome, but the LORD doesn’t approve, so Samuel asks, Are all your sons here?

There was one more, a boy - he’s keeping the sheep, his name is David.

When David is brought to Samuel, the LORD says, He’s the one; anoint him now … and the Spirit of the LORD came upon the boy.

And now you know the rest of the story … 

From here to WHERE?

If you dare nothing, when the day is over, nothing is all you will have gained.”

God asks big things of each of us, actually … to be faithful to Christ, embrace his call for justice and peace, 

Centered in Christ: his courage in crossing boundaries, his determination to break the rules, when the rules no longer serve any real purpose … to heal the broken, defend the House of God, free the captives, clothe the naked, feed the hungry.

There is never an easy way to bring about the peace of God, the healing of the nations, justice for the oppressed … the rules needed to protect the people from the powerful.

That train derailment in Ohio? 

An accident waiting to happen … 

The railroads fought like mad to do away with regulations, inspections, and maintenance … in order to increase profits, please the shareholders, keep Wall Street happy. It was all about money.

The failure of Silicon Valley bank? 

Because the banks fought like mad to do away with regulations, inspections, and safe banking practices, in order to gain more wealth, more power.

A replay of what we saw in 1929, with a wild and wooly stock market … banks, hell-bent for leather.

It’s was all about money. And the love of money is the root of all evil.

Few of us will ever be called upon as Samuel was called … but all of us are called - to be mindful, to pay attention, know what’s going on … be informed, concerned, and available … 

Take up the mantle of responsibility, go the extra mile … pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and start all over again, as needed. 

It takes work.

It takes effort.

It takes diligence and determination.

We all have a roll to play … we’re all on the road from here to WHERE? 

To the kingdom of God.

Things to do, only we can do.

People to love, who belong to our sphere of influence.

Gardens to plant.

Children to rear.

A poem to write.

A song to sing.

Laughter to give.

Tears to be shared.

A book to read.

A life to be lived … 

Forever and a day.

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

Give us this day, our daily bread.

Hallelujah and Amen!

3.12.23 "Between a Rock and a Hard Place" - Westminster Presbyterian Church, Pasadena, CA

 Exodus 17.1-7; John 4.5-15

Between a rock and hard place! 

That’s where Moses found himself that day in Rephidim.

Moses and the people on a journey … from bondage to freedom … death to life … Egypt to the Promised Land.

Just days before Rephidim, the manna miracle … manna in the morning … something to eat … gather it up for the day … don’t take too much - what you don’t eat will rot … gather only for the day … only on the 6th day, gather two-days worth, for on the Sabbath, there is rest … 

Some went out on the seventh day, and there was no manna to be found.

Now, at Rephidim, another problem - no water … quickly the people turn on Moses … what shall Moses do? between a rock and hard place.

Moses cries out to God, What am I am to do with this people?

The LORD said to Moses: keep on keepin’ on … take some of the elders with you … don’t go it alone, but go together … take the staff with which you struck the Nile River and turned it to blood … take what you’ve learned, take your experience … I’ll be standing in front of you, on a rock by Horeb … strike that rock with your staff, and there’ll be water aplenty for all the people.

Manna in the morning … water from a rock … a pillar of cloud by day, a column of fire by night … 

These ancient stories have proved their worth.

Millions have found hope and peace, encouragement and energy within these stories … between a rock and a hard place …  

They’re just stories, of course, but there’s something in these stories, something of God, something to inspire hope within us, to never give up, always move ahead, believe … believe with all our might … answers will be found, the impossible solved, hardship eased, the way forward revealed.

None of this is pollyannish … 

Every page of the Bible is stained with blood and tears … which for me is important … struggle and strife are the credentials of an author who claims to have something to say. 

Hardship goes a long way in shaping a human soul … sorrow and loss can wreck a life, but they can also hone the edge of thought and hope … the fires of hell can sharpen the tools of heaven … the worst of it can give birth to character and courage …

The Apostle Paul wrote: suffering produces endurance, endurance produces character, character produces hope, hope does not disappoint us … because God’s love has been given to us.

I’d not think twice about Paul if he were any less than the suffering he endured for the sake of Christ … 

Paul was a man of considerable intelligence … I wish he’s said some things differently, but most of what he said was said perfectly. 

Paul knew full well what it was to live between a rock and hard place … beaten and shipwrecked, imprisoned and often near death … danger at every turn of the road … and, he adds, my anxieties for all the churches.

Between a rock and a hard place …

The message of Lent … there’s nothing easy about Lent … because there’s nothing easy about life … 

Now, we have to be careful … difficulties vary from place-to-place … my difficulties pale in comparison to a Ukrainian family standing by the graves of eight family members, homes destroyed, lives threatened, all day long, throughout the night … weary for want of sleep … hungry and thirsty … never sure of anything … 

I want to be careful … nothing worse that someone in relative comfort preaching to the weary … 

But this can be said, with confidence: millions have read these ancient stories - and found encouragement, to take the next step … not all is lost … there is always a way forward … there is manna in the morning, and water from a rock.

In the center of these stories, as time unfolded, Jesus born of Mary … Jesus the Christ … the anointed one of God … 

Jesus on the Mt. of Transfiguration, Moses and Elijah there at his side … bright light around them … bright light, everywhere … a voice from heaven: This is my Son, the Beloved; with him I am well-pleased; listen to him!

Between a rock and hard place.

I love to read biography, and autobiography … very quickly, I learn that life isn’t easy, for anyone … trials and tribulations … hardship and heartache, disappointment and loss; illness and the death of loved ones … 

For reasons often mysterious, they make it through the ordeal, they come to the other side of sorrow, they live to tell the tale … they may well walk with a limp thereafter, their spirit scarred … their soul, tear-stained, yet wiser for the wear.

Why they’re still here is just as much a mystery to them as it is to anyone, who really thinks about it. 

Unexpected grace, the sudden appearance of an open door … the astonishing moment of - water from a rock.

Some believe in God, of course … or the Universe, with a capital U … or some other form of faith, or philosophy … in one way or the other, they all know - goodness came their way, as a gift - they didn’t invent it, and many will say, “I didn’t deserve it.”

Those who tell the truth know full-well how flawed they are … how human they are … they’re the first to raise their hand if someone asks, “Any flawed people here?” 

We live in a world full of cheap advice … much of it driven by religious publishing - to take advantage of human suffering and emotional need - books and seminars on how to make life easy, how to get ahead, how to be healthy, happy, and rich. 

Well, there’s always something to be learned, that’s true!

But life isn’t easy … 

We have to be careful when we read something, when we sign up for a seminar … we have to look for the gold not the glitter … look for truth, not some half-baked notions that, in the end, only make us feel worse, so we’ll buy the next book, and sign up for the next seminar.

The purpose of life is not to make life easy … but to make life count … 

Many years ago, Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote:

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.

In ways we cannot fathom, in ways we cannot chart, the love of God prevails, in life, and in death … in the sunshine of our days, in the closing moments of our night … always and forever, the love of God, at work, in all things for good.

Between a rock and hard place … 

Amen and Amen!