Monday, November 11, 2024

11.10.24 "Tale of Two Cities" - Westminster Presbyterian Church, Pasadena, CA

 Ruth 3.1-5, 4.13-17; Mark 12.38-44


It was the best of times, it was the worst of times …


So writes Charles Dickens in the opening lines of his famous novel, A Tale of Two Cities … for Dickens, it was Paris, it was London … the French Revolution and the Reign of Terror … Madame Defarge with her knitting needles and Dr. Manette in prison …


For us today, it’s Jerusalem, it’s Bethlehem … in both stories, the central figure, a widow … a widow with two small coins … a widow with her widowed daughter-in-law.


A tale of two cities … 


We begin in the Holy City … the fabled city of David … where the Temple is center … the First Temple, built by Solomon, David’s son … destroyed by the Babylonians 6 centuries before Jesus … partially rebuilt 50 years later … and centuries later, when Jesus is born, lavishly restored and completed, under Herod the Great, a friend of Caesar and a violent man who orders the death of all the children in Bethlehem, when he learns of a “royal birth” from the Wise Men of the East.


Judeans from around the world dream of Jerusalem … as long as the Temple stands, God is with us … we’re a people with a purpose, we have a story to tell to the nations, we have the promises on which we stand, and the Commandments by which we live.


You shall have no other gods before me … honor your heritage, your mothers and fathers … don’t misuse my name for unholy deeds … keep the Sabbath … take time to worship and pray … don’t take life away from others … don’t tell lies … and beware of envy … it destroys the soul.


On any given day, and on High Holy Days, especially … 


Judeans make the trek to Jerusalem… from the steppes of Russia to the sands of the Sahara, from Spain to India and North Africa …


Gentile believers, too, who affiliate with local synagogues, who follow the teachings of Moses and the prophets … 


The local trades - the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker … shepherds with their flocks, cattle dealers, doves in their cages … money changers to exchange foreign currency for the local coin …  


The financial and religious center of the city …  

Accountants and attorneys, 

musicians and priests, 

teachers and tool makers, 

carpenters and sculptors, 

the high and the mighty, 

the rich and the powerful, 

working hand-in-glove with the mighty Roman Empire.


Jesus grows up with the Temple …


In the Gospel of Luke, Mary and Joseph take Jesus to Jerusalem - he’s their firstborn, so he’s dedicated with a small sacrifice … as stipulated in the Law: a pair of turtledoves or two young pigeons.


Mary and Joseph go to Jerusalem for Passover, their 12-year-old son with them … with a hometown group … on their return, they assume Jesus to be with some friends, but at the end of the first day’s journey, Jesus is nowhere to be found. 


Mary and Joseph rush back to the city, and what do they find?


Jesus sitting with the teachers, listening to them, asking them questions. 


Mary and Joseph scold him for frightening them.

Jesus replies: What do you expect of me? I must be in my Father’s house.


Years later, Jesus and the disciples are back in the city … 


One of the disciples exclaims, Look Teacher, what large stones, what large buildings … 


Wealth and power are intoxicating, are they not?


Donna and I took an exchange student to New York City, to Manhattan, to Wall Street … taxies and subways, sidewalks jammed, everyone in a hurry, skyscraper next to skyscraper, mountains of stone and steel … I said to him, Here in these buildings, decisions are made that affect the whole world.


Think of any great city: London, Rome, Sao Paulo … Amsterdam, Cape Town, Cairo … Tokyo, Seoul, New Delhi … Washington, Moscow, Beijing.


Jesus watches the treasury … the parade of wealth …


And then, comes a widow … she gives two copper coins, a penny’s worth …


I wonder: did anyone else see her that day? … her two little coins … her simple clothing … meager possessions … yet in some corner of her heart, a great love … it isn’t much what she gives, but what she gives is all she has.


God sees the heart.


This woman, says Jesus, has given more than all the rest … what they’ve given, costs them nothing … she has given everything.


It’s a heartwarming story, isn't it … a poor widow gives her all for the things of God … isn’t that precious!


But there’s more to the story:


Jesus moves from sentiment to society … from religion to politics … Jesus is no one’s fool … he understands the flow of money … and how it works.


Beware of the scribes, says Jesus, who like to walk around in long robes, and to be greeted with respect in the marketplaces, and to have the best seats in the synagogues and places of honor at banquets! 


Marketplaces, religious gatherings, big-deal banquets … sound familiar?


Jesus goes on:


They take widows’ houses  and for the sake of appearance say long prayers.


“Long prayers” … to cover up ill deeds and malicious intent!


It’s easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, says Jesus, than for the rich to enter the kingdom of God.


A tale of two cities …

Jerusalem and Bethlehem …

And three widows …


The widow and her two little coins.

Naomi and her daughter-in-law, Ruth.


A famine in the land drove Naomi and the family to Moab in the first place … within ten years, Naomi’s husband is dead, and her sons die, as well … leaving two more widows … you know some of the story … Naomi decides to return home, to Bethlehem … of her daughters-in-law, Orpah decides to remain in Moab … Ruth vows to go with Naomi, with some of the most famous words ever spoken:


Where you go, I will go;

where you lodge, I will lodge;

your people shall be my people, 

and your God my God.


To an uncertain future … who will provide for us? … Naomi’s been gone 10 years … things change.


What’s Naomi to do?


She tells Ruth … catch the eye of Boaz, a man of wealth, and a kinsman on my husband’s side … 


It’s a whimsical story, for sure … we smile and we wink … let’s have some fun, says the story teller - clever women and a kindly man … with a little perfume to work the magic.


In the end of our story,


Boaz welcomes Ruth, a Moabite stranger, and the widow Naomi … 

he provides for their needs, 

he offers his protection, 

he honors the kinship laws of the land … 

he gives them a future … 

and unknown to all of them, 

they give a future to Israel.


Boaz marries Ruth … they have a son named Obed … and Obed has a son named Jesse … and Jesse has eight sons, one of whom is named … David! 


David? you say!


How about King David … 


Many centuries later, Jesus is born … where? … in David’s town, Bethlehem … Jesus is called …  The Son of David …  


A tale of two cities … Jerusalem and Bethlehem … it was the best of times; it was the worst of times …  


The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not want.


Amen and Amen!

Monday, November 4, 2024

11.3.24 "Remembering the Dead" - Westminster Presbyterian Church, Pasadena, CA

Isaiah 25.6-9; Revelation 21.1-8


The Apostle Paul writes:


For I received from the Lord what I also handed on to you, that the Lord Jesus on the night when he was betrayed took a loaf of bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and said, “This is my body that is for you. Do this in remembrance of me.” In the same way he took the cup also, after supper, saying, “This cup is the new covenant in my blood. Do this, as often as you drink it, in remembrance of me.” For as often as you eat this bread and drink the cup, you proclaim the Lord’s death until he comes.


Today, we remember the Dead … a way of saying thanks, a time to learn, a time to make new promises and revive forgotten dreams … to move ahead, as best we can, to continue their work!


Years ago, in Michigan, I did a lot of bicycling … I often rode in two very large cemeteries - great roads, no traffic, except for the occasional funeral … and on all sides, gravestones … different shapes and sizes, with all sorts of sentiments engraved upon the stones … to mark the mortal remains of infants and children … the young, the middle aged, the very old … the good, the very good, and the not so good … all of them … 


In my imagination, I heard everyone sing … the little ones, the infants, the children - songs of joy, with laughter and delight.


Those with some years under their belt - a more complicated song:


We did it, and you will, too … we made mistakes, and you make yours … we love, and you love … we failed to act more than we care to admit, and in our failure, we learned … and so we pass from this life, and we pass on to you the things left undone, things that need to be undone … we sing to you, we cry out to you, Finish our work, finish our work! we pray. Finish our work!


Remember the Dead … 


Every time we come to the Lord’s Table, we proclaim the LORD’s Death, says the Apostle Paul … 


We celebrate his birth with Christmas, we cherish his words with study, we remember his stories with our own promises to be faithful, we proclaim his death in the season of Lent, Maundy Thursday, Good Friday … I wish we didn’t it call it Good Friday, though it is very good … but maybe Grief Friday, or Tearful Friday, would be better, to give some sense of the final truth of Jesus on the cross:


Life requires sacrifice … there is no easy road to the good …  


Rear a child … make a home.


Go to work … 


Love God and love the neighbor … forgive and be forgiven … 

strive for justice, 

stand up for truth and kindness, 

challenge the lies of privilege and power, 

defend those who have no voice …

call out bigotry and ignorance …

resist the distortions of Christian Nationalism … those who hold a Bible in one hand and a gun in the other …  

Reach for the best, not the worst … reach for the highest, not the lowest … and even if you’re afraid, be brave.


Because: 

Puerto Rico is not an Island of Garbage … 

Millions of human beings are in dire need … 

The glaciers are melting …

Transchildren and their families are not the enemy.

The abuse of women is unconscionable …

A consumer society that has no other purpose is deadly to body and soul.


Stand up to the lies, tell the truth … love where others hate, make room for one another, appreciate diversity and not be frightened … never bow down to the altars of race and religion, but only to the cross of Christ, to the God of Moses and the Prophets, to what is good and bright and beautiful, to the best of the human dream, and to the child beside us.


Life requires a lot!


Those who want to save their life will lose it, says Jesus, and those who lose their life for my sake will find it.


We remember the dead, our DNA ancestors … we have Grampa’s eyes, or Gramma’s nose … we have their stories. All of us have a past - some of us know it, and for some of us, it’s unknown … but God knows, and we say, “Thank you Dear God for those who gave me life.”


We remember the dead - the good they did, the good they didn’t do.


Some of us are burdened by difficult family memories - life was taken instead of given … 


My mother hurt me in spirit and body … but she gave me some gifts - a sense of humor, a love of books, and some intelligence, or so I hope … whatever happened to her to maker her as she was, I have no idea … my son said to me, “Dad, you didn’t pass it on!” And that’s true, thank God … I’ve passed on other things, I’m sure …  


To remember the dead - those of our DNA & family lineage, and those of the soul … the spirit … the invisible world of faith, hope, and love.


Our spiritual ancestors … 


Adam and Eve in the Garden, and the snake in the grass … 

Cain and Able … 

Noah and the animals on the ark … 

Sarah and Abraham … 

Joseph in Egypt … 

Moses in the wilderness … 

Joshua in the Promised Land … 

Rahab the prostitute …

King David and King Ahab … and the star of the show, Queen Esther in Persia …

Isaiah, Amos and Jonah … 

Naomi, Ruth and Hannah 

Mary, the Mother of Jesus … 

Peter, James and John,

the Apostle Paul and Lydia … 

the woman at the well …

the Good Samaritan …

the thief on the cross.

the women at the tomb.


St. Augustin, St. Francis, St. Catherine, St. Teresa …


Luther, Calvin and Knox …


Bonhoeffer in Germany … Martin Luther King, Jr. at the Edmund Pettus Bridge.


Missionaries and musicians, teachers and preachers … 


People, just plain, ordinary, people, none of whom are perfect, but all who look to the perfect Savior …  


They sing the hymns and say their prayers … confident in Christ, contrite in heart ..


They love and do right … they sin and they fail … by the grace of God, they do their work … and by the grace of God, it’s up to us - to finish their work.


Can we do it?

I believe we can!


Amen and Amen!