Monday, June 3, 2024

6.2.24 "Small Change" - Westminster Presbyterian Church, Pasadena, CA

 1 Samuel 3.1-10; Mark 2.23-28


James Pennyworth found a nickel on the sidewalk one day, when he was but 5 years old. He pocketed the nickel, and with a chuckle in his heart, decided to be a searcher for small change.


And he did just that for much of his life - lost coins, small change - a dime here, a quarter there, even a $5 bill ... and when his life was done, he had a jar on a shelf, with $62.17 in small change. 


When Mr. Pennyworth's family came to make the final arrangements and dispose of his belongings, beside the jar of small change, they found a note - it reads as such: 


Here is my jar of small change. I had some fun and adventure with it all, but now I realize what I've missed - how many sunrises, glorious and bright ... storm clouds gathering and lightening flashing, sunsets in all their glory ... the smiles of strangers along the way, cups of coffee with my friends, a squirrel gamboling in the park, a hawk wheeling across the morning sky. 


Don't let the years narrow your vision; don't fret about that piece of lint on your sleeve, the weed in the sidewalk, yesterday's mistakes, the hole in your sock. 


All of that's important, but in a very small way. A small-change kind of way. 


In the end, all that's left is jar of small change. 


I love you very much, so this I say to you: look up, look out, reach far and wide ... don't collect small change ... collect friends, love, laughter, joy, big ideas ... if you find a nickel on the sidewalk, spend it ... buy an ice cream cone for a friend. Give it to charity, or throw it into a fountain and make a wish. 


Sincerely, James Pennyworth.


Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote about success, and put it this way:


“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.”


We don’t have to do large things in order to be large-minded … 


In our daily work, at school, making a pot of tea or washing the car - the ideas we hold, the values we live, the virtues we practice … 


There’s always going to be a Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. at the Pettus Bridge, or the scientist who makes a breakthrough study on cancer at Johns Hopkins … 


But for most of us, no headlines, just the daily tasks of loving Christ, and loving one another … and that’s no small change!


Jesus and the disciples, out and about for a Sabbath-day stroll … pathways often went through grain fields … there was no question about property, or trespassing, and there were clear rules for allowing those in need to have something to eat … 


When the harvest is made, leave some unharvested grain in the corners of the field … when you harvest the olives, don’t take every last one … when you harvest the grapes, leave a few.


In the spring time, heads of wheat have not yet ripened - they’re still green, plump, and rich with protein and sugar - the only time wheat can be eaten raw.


On their stroll through the fields, the disciples strip off the grain, rub it together in their hands, to remove the husks, and then eat the grain … 


Some of the group raised the question about “working” on the Sabbath …  


The Sabbath Commandment to rest from one’s labor is taken seriously … a little hedge here, a little hedge there, and before you know it, the Sabbath is no longer being kept.


Sort of like watching one’s waistline - it’s easy to eat that second piece of pecan pie with ice cream … and the next day, as well … and before you know it, the pie is gone, and so is the ice cream, and we know where it went … the belt needs to be loosened by a notch or two.


Such rules are not to laughed at … virtues of any kind need to be carefully monitored, worked at, guarded, and practiced …


So, the question is raised:

“How hungry are the disciples? Can they wait a few more hours until the Sabbath Day is ended, at sunset?”


The Sabbath Day begins at sundown on Friday and ends at sundown on Saturday.


The disciples are not desperately hungry … they’re snacking … Can’t they wait?


It’s a serious question, and Jesus answers it seriously … but the answer itself stretches the truth … not for purposes of malice, but to open wider the mind and the heart.


Jesus tells the story of David and his companions in a rough moment of life … it’s a bit complicated, but David and his companions need bread … they stop by a shrine and ask the priest for five loaves - the only bread available is bread dedicated to the LORD, and only the priests can eat it … there’s a need, so the priest gives the bread to David … the priest breaks one law to fulfill the law of love.


Hunger takes precedence over the rules … and we might add, pleasure, the pleasure of a Sabbath Day stroll, fresh spring wheat, the sun above and the earth beneath.


Jesus makes a point … there are things in life that are important, very important, but sometimes other things are more important.


Jesus offers one of the world’s most important ideas: The Sabbath was made for humankind, and not humankind for the Sabbath.


At the center of it all … the common good … not just the few, but the many … not for some, but for all.


What the world needs now 

Is love, sweet love 

It's the only thing that there's just too little of 

What the world needs now 

Is love, sweet love 

No, not just for some, but for everyone


James Pennyworth spent a life time collecting small change … and in the end, what he had was a jar of small change, on a dusty shelf, $62.17 …


Part of what do we here is keep ourselves open to the large realities of life … lots of things are important, and some things are more important than others …


We’re all tempted to collect small change.


Jesus calls us to the large world of faith, hope, and love … 


Owe no one anything, except to love one another.


The deep appreciation of another human being.

The admiration we have to see another’s courage.

The wonder we feel when we feel the heartbeat of a child snuggled in our arms.

The glory of a sunrise when we’re up early enough to see it.

The pleasure of the wind ruffling our hair.

The joy of being together … moments of relief and release.

When love flows easy, and hope is strong, and faith is boundless.


Jesus calls us to the great adventures of life …


Faith, hope, and love.


In the end, the jar of our life will be huge … full of the good we’ve done … a jar - full of faith, hope, and love.


And that, my friends - is no small change!


Amen and Amen!


Monday, May 20, 2024

5.19.24 "Suddenly from Heaven" - Pentecost Day = Westminster Presbyterian Church, Pasadena, CA

 Acts 2.1-11; John 15.26-27; 16.12-15


It’s Pentecost Sunday … 


In our reading today, a Jewish Festival … a celebration of the first fruits … a harvest festival, a spring-time event … a time to kick up the heels and have a good time … giving thanks to God for a new season of life and prosperity.


Jerusalem is a madhouse … 


Tourists from all around the Roman world … every nation under heaven, says the Biblea cacophony of tongues, clothing and cultures … sort of like downtown LA … food stalls, souvenirs, shouting children, and tired parents … 


The word, Pentecost, means 50 … 50 days … 50 days after Passover.


50 days after the crucifixion of Jesus and his resurrection from the dead … Jesus came to them and taught them for the first 40 days … 


Then, the ascension … with instructions: Wait for the Holy Spirit.


The disciples return to Jerusalem - to wait … they appoint a replacement for Judas, they devote themselves to prayer … they wait.


Wait for the LORD, says the Psalmist; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the LORD!


The LORD is good to those who wait … 


For God along my soul waits in silence, for my hope is from God.


When the Day of Pentecost arrives, the disciples are all together in one place … there is strength in the company of one another …


Suddenly from heaven … a sound of a rushing, violent, wind … flames above each head … and they begin to speak in other languages … 


Here is where the story opens up to a whole new chapter in God’s story … 


The Spirit has always been present … the Spirit hovers over the restless waters, in the darkness of the void … the Spirit comes to the prophets … the Spirit comes to Jesus in his baptism … 


And now the Spirit comes with the gift of language!


Everyone everywhere can hear the Good News of God’s love in their own language … their own tongue, their own culture … 


A tremendous affirmation … every language important to God … God, the creator, of every tongue … every accent, every form and shape of language … precious in the ears of God. 


Not so with us … we hop into an Uber driven by an immigrant, and we have difficulty communicating … in a doctor’s office … at a restaurant … maybe we’re impatient, frustrated, even angry.


It’s okay … patience is needed, and maybe we all can learn a few words from one another … but the point here is for the church, for it’s teachers and missionaries … learn the language of others … but more than just words … its feelings, attitudes, culture and music … a rich anthology of humanity in all of its diversity and creativity.


And if we can’t speak another language, maybe we can at least be mindful … maybe be can give the other person the benefit of our kindness, maybe we can appreciate how hard it is for them, too …


I remember the very first time I was in Europe … for several weeks of study, and how glad I was to return home, turn on the TV and hear English.


I remember my father’s parents, immigrants from the Netherlands … their heavy brogue … was it hard for them? I’m sure it was.


Yes, it’s hard … but the world is God’s world … and the world is a better place with a thousands tongues to sing God praise.


Just like the Bible … the Bible doesn’t speak with one voice; it speaks with many voices … all over the map … 


some see God this way, others see God some other way … 


those who love the laws of faith, and those who love the spirit of faith … 


those who are wary of the stranger, and those who welcome the stranger to the table … 


those who see the practical side of things, and those who dream the dreams … 


those who know how to pick up a shovel and get a job done, and those who quietly sit in prayer and meditation.


Like a choir - with all its voices: sopranos, altos, tenors, bases … a symphony, with all of its instruments; strings and brass, percussion and reeds … an organ with all of its ranks and stops and pipes … 


The best sounds are the sounds of many voices … 


An impossible dream?

Of course it’s impossible!

That’s why we dream dreams.


But think for a moment:  how many impossible dreams have come true because people dared to dream … 


And if not all the dream, then some of the dream … 


even a little of it is more than good … 


and every little bit, every time we realize any of it, the world is better, our souls are better, the light of goodness and happiness shines a little brighter.


It comes down to this: a man learns the language spoken by a woman, and the woman of the man … 

the people of the suburb learn the language spoken by a farmer, and the farmer learns the language of Wall Street … 


we all speak our own language, shaped by culture, race, color, gender, ethnicity, status, education, religion, experience, and work … 


rich and poor, rural and urban, north and south, east and west, gay and straight; the sad and the glad, the weary and the wondering … the hopeful and the distraught … we each and all have our own language.


But we can learn to listen … we can learn something of the other … we can learn how to learn from one another … 


and realize, the stranger over there is pretty much like me, and I’m pretty much like them … 


I get up in the morning with mussed hair and things on my mind … 

I sometimes see things clearly, and then I’m in a fog … 

I love deeply, yet there are times when darker thoughts and bitter feelings have play … 


we’re more alike than we are different … 

different we are, but at the core of our being: 

we want to love and be loved … 

we have great ideas and profound ambition … 

we want to be with friends, and have a decent meal … 

we want to lay down at night and feel safe … 

we want to get up in the morning, and have some toast and peanut butter.


What we do best is what we do in the strength and goodness of others … 


We’re stronger, together …  


Have you ever tried to tie a shoe with one hand?


How much better with two hands … together, we make the world better.


Suddenly from heaven …


The need for Pentecost … and we can help … 


we can help humanity tear down the walls and ease the tensions …  

when we make the faithful trek to this place, to worship the God and Father of our LORD Jesus Christ … 

and if we’re bedfast and homebound, if the flesh is no longer able, but the spirit is willing, we make the trip within ourselves … 

it’s the same trip … we walk with Christ in Galilee, we walk with him in the streets of Jerusalem, we sit at Table with Christ, and we hear his voice … and beside us, and all around us, the saints of bygone days, the angels of heaven, and the voices of the earth.


The church has done much good on all of this, but more is needed … more must be done … let there be peace on earth, and let it begin with me.


Suddenly from heaven! 


Whatever happened that day, I’ll leave to your imagination …


Hallelujah and Amen!