Sunday, April 12, 2020

It Was Early in the Morning

An Easter Sermon written for my granddaughter in Amsterdam - my wife played the piano, and I gave the sermon ... I even wore my clerical collar ... whenever my granddaughter saw me in church, I had my collar on.
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M, it was early in the morning.
The first Easter Morning.

The sky was still dark with night … stars were still shining bright… there was no wind, but it was chilly … and in the east, where the sun comes up, a sliver of light was growing. There it is, the light dawning, the light coming our way.

It was early in the morning.

Have you ever been up early in the morning Mazzy?
To watch the sun come up?
It’s beautiful.
The velvet black sky.
The stars above.
Everything quiet, even in a city, things are quiet in the early, early, morning.
And then the edge of light.
From black to purples turns the sky.
The sun is coming up.
Soon, a new day.
A brand new day.

Women were on their way to the tomb.
Friends of Jesus.
To the tomb:
Where Jesus was buried.

A cave, it was … a cave dug into the side of a rocky hillside.
With a big stone over the entrance.

The women were on their way to the tomb to wash the body of Jesus.
To anoint his body with perfume.
To wrap his body in soft, clean, linen.
Because they loved him so very, very, much.

“Who will roll the stone away for us?” they asked.

The stone was really big and really heavy.

But those brave women went to the tomb anyway.

They loved Jesus.
They wanted to be where he was.

But when they got there, much to their surprise, the stone was rolled off to the side. The tomb was open.

They went in to the tomb, the morning light helped them see … expecting to find the body of Jesus … but there was no body … Jesus wasn’t there …

They were looking all over the cave, there were nooks and crannies, but no where could they find Jesus … they didn’t know what to do … they were sad … so very sad … what could have happened? Did someone steal his body? Why isn’t he here?

All of a sudden, a flash of light, bright light.
A flood of light.
Everything bright and clear.
The light was so bright, they had to shield their eyes.

There, standing beside the women, two people.
In dazzling white clothes.
They looked like angles.
I guess they were … angels from on high.
Messengers they are.
The word “angel” means messenger.
And what a message they had for the women standing in the tomb.

The women didn’t know what to do.
What to say. 

The two angels in dazzling white clothes said to them: “Jesus isn’t here.”
“He has risen from the dead.”

And that message, Mazzy, has changed the world.
The power and goodness of hope.
Because Jesus was raised from the dead.

Gramma and Grampa say to you.
“Christ is Risen”
And you can say, “He is risen, indeed.”

From the days of early church.
Long, long ago.
And today, all around the world.

We’ll say it again: “Christ is risen.
and you can say, “He is risen, indeed.”

Let’s try that one more time:
“Christ is risen.
And you can say, “He is risen, indeed.”

And he is risen, for sure … for love … for all of us.
That we might always have hope.

M, God loves you, and we love you, too with all our heart.

It’s kind of crazy these days Mazzy.
Here we are, in our homes.
Doing school on the internet.

But God’s love for us is always here.
Always good.
Always beautiful and strong.

No matter where we are.
No matter what’s going on.
There is always an Easter morning.
When Jesus rose from the dead.
And lives today in all who love.
Jesus lives in your heart Mazzy.
He lives in all of us.

To you M.
to your Mom and Dad.

The peace of Christ.
The love of God.
The friendship of the Holy Spirit.

Happy Easter Dear Mazzy.
And to all of God’s People.
All around the world.
Happy Easter.

Amen and Amen!



Sunday, December 29, 2019

12.29.19 "The Story Goes On," El Monte Community Presbyterian Church

Psalm 148; Matthew 2.13-23


In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.
Grace, mercy and peace.
Faith, hope and love.

All that is good.
All that is right.
All that is pure and ever so kind.

The story goes on.

Christmas is behind us.
But God is ahead of us.

Always another day, another moment in time.
Another chance to do it right.
To share some love.
To build up someone in need of encouragement.

Jesus is always ahead of us … on the road to hope.
Because the story goes on.

There is no end to the love of God.

I am with you always.
I will never leave you or forsake you.
I am your God and your are my people.

The Psalmist reminds us of the power of praise.
To give thanks for God’s goodness.
I know this for sure:
Praise cures a weary heart.

It’s easy to get bogged down.
It’s easy to let things bother us.
It’s easy to get lost in worries and cares.

And sometimes worry is ok.
Sometime care is important.

There’s a lot of stuff that needs doing.
Stuff that deserves our attention.
Yes, and our worry, too.
And all the care we can muster.

And that’s our reading from Matthew.

In the middle of the story.
When Christ is born.
Angels sing.
Shepherds appear.
Wisemen from afar.

And then the dream.
In the middle of the story.
In the middle of the night.

All is not well.
All is not right.

There is evil afoot.
There is Herod.
Jealous and mean-spirited.

A man puffed up with himself.
A man of lies and deceit.

Dressed in the robes of a king.
A vassal of Rome.
Filled with hatred.

Get outta here, says the angel in the dream.
Go to Egypt; stay there until I tell you otherwise.
Because Herod is out to kill the child.


And in the middle of the night.
In the middle of the story.
Mary and Joseph and the child run for their lives.

Refugees!
Fleeing an evil ruler.
Refugees!
Leaving everything behind.
In the middle of night.
Refugees!
Running to Egypt.

Can you imagine the terror in their hearts?
Can you see, in your mind’s eye, the fear in their faces?
I wonder what they said to one another.

More than 400 miles.
Did they have a donkey?
Or was it by foot.
More than 400 miles.
In the middle of the story.

Flight.
Fear.
Trembling.
Trouble.
Sorrow.
Sadness.

In the middle of the night.
In the middle of the story.

And the story goes on.

It always does.
It always will.

There came a time when Herod died.
And the angel paid them another visit.
You can return now.
The one seeking the child’s life is dead.

And so Mary and Joseph and the child leave Egypt behind.
To return home.
But even then, all is not well.
Herod’s son was on the throne.
Judea was his domain.
And they were afraid.

And with another dream.
God calls them to Galilee.
To Nazareth.
Far away from Herod.
But far away, too, from family and friends.
They’re still refugees.
Now trying to build a home for themselves.
Far away from Bethlehem.
And there they created a home for their child.
Joseph the carpenter.

And there in Nazareth the boy grew up.
To become whom we now know as our LORD and our Savior.

And the story goes on.

God still at work in our world.
The sun rises and shines.
The sun sets and the stars appear.
We love and we hope.
We live and we grow.

The story goes on.

There is always a Herod somewhere.
A man of lies and deceit.
A man full of vanity and violence.

Evil prowls the world with its wars and rumors of wars.
Evil still seeks to kill the Christ.

But angels still sing.
And shepherds still leave their flocks to find the child.
Wisemen still follow the star.

The story goes on.

And here we are today.

We’re a part of the story.
And the story is who we are.

Every hymn sung.
Every prayer offered.
Every kindly word and every helping hand.

In this place, right now.
With all that’s been.
And all that shall be.

Grace, mercy and peace.
Faith hope and love.
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Amen!


Sunday, October 20, 2019

October 20, 2019 "Big Ideas" - Palms Westminster Presbyterian Church


This sermon was given a few weeks back, but for today, tweaked, with some material deleted, and some added ... especially the material about Representative Elijah Cummings ...

If you're into reading sermons, you might compare the two and see how it evolved.

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Jeremiah 31.27-34; 2 Timothy 3.14-4,5


“The Culture of Remembrance,” he said … 

The Director of the Dietrich Bonhoeffer House in Berlin, Germany … “the Culture of Remembrance.”

I was there recently, and Jane Holslag, one of our missionaries, joined me for the tour … Jane had lived at Monte Vista Grove Homes for about year, and then some months ago, returned to Germany.

When I learned that I would be visiting Berlin, I contacted Jane, and she was kind enough to be a tour guide for a few days, and one of the things we did was to visit the Bonhoeffer House.

Dietrich Bonhoeffer, one of the great theologians of the 20th Century … he was arrested in this very home, April 5, 1943.
After the failed bomb-plot to kill Hitler, the discovery of documents linked Bonhoeffer, along with other members of his family and high-ranking military officers.
Two years later, April 9, 1945, Bonhoeffer was hanged.

“The Culture of Remembrance,” said the director.

Germany has worked hard to remember what at first everyone wanted to forget … after the war, no one wanted to remember anything, but just to get on with life. 
Everyone wanted a culture of forgetfulness.

But who can forget the horrors of World War 2, the death of 6 million Jews, and millions of others throughout Europe and around the world.

In recent years, Germany has worked hard to remember, and not to forget … Germans have built memorials, monuments, and museums … 

To remember what happened, and to remember why … why a madman like Hitler should be able to come to power, and in a few short years, drag the nation and the whole world into war.

Some things deserve to be remembered … even when they’re painful.

The culture of remembrance …

 To be sure that history doesn’t repeat itself … that hatred and bigotry will never again win the day, that Anti-Semitism will be identified and condemned quickly and thoroughly, and all forms of hatred and discrimination.

“The Culture of Remembrance” …

And that’s why we gather here for worship, Sunday after Sunday … we gather to remember … 

To remember why we’re here this morning … and who we are, and what needs to be done … we remember the words of Christ, the stories of creation, the politics of the prophets, the courage of the early church … we remember great things, and God’s great purpose … we remember the Big Ideas of faith, hope and love; grace, mercy and peace … the Christian Story … the women and men of faith who have trod this earth long before we ever showed up … and, yes, those who will continue to hold high the banners of Christ long after we’re gone.

At the heart of it all, thanksgiving.
The way of gratitude.
To say Thank you.

Thank you to God for the gift of life, the mercies of Christ, the joys of creation, friends, and family … to give thanks to God Almighty that we belong to God … God’s claim upon us … from before the beginning of time … I don’t know how any of this works, but the gospel of our LORD Jesus Christ is the proclamation of God’s faithfulness to God’s creation, God’s faithfulness to every creature, great and small … that life has the last word, not death … that hope prevails over despair … that love will prove victorious over hatred … that knowledge and kindness will put an end to ignorance and malice. 

And in the end, God’s hand upon us … 
There is nothing than can separate us from the love of God … nothing in life, and nothing in death … nothing anywhere, or anyhow, that can break the bond of God’s covenant love for us, sealed upon our life by the waters of baptism, and confirmed for us in the bread and drink of the Lord’s Table.

“You belong to me,” says God.

You belong to me, and I will see you through all of life’s tumult and sorrow … I will be with you in the best of it, and in the worst of it …

I am with you always … I am the Alpha and the Omega … the beginning and end … I am your first breath, I’m your last breath … in time and eternity, in the frailty of the flesh and in the hope of the Spirit, I am there, says God, with you, for you and by you.

And to say thanks for those whom God has given to us, who set the pace for us, who bear witness to what a devoted life looks like … I think of Representative Elijah Cummings who took leave of us this week … 
It was Mr. Cummings who said: My life is based upon pain, passion and purpose.

Year-after-year, he made clear what a committed life looks like, and now, God rest his soul … his work is done; ours is just begun.

And, then, a bit more … of what we’re about:

We’re here to welcome one another … to love one another as Christ loves us … to put into practice here and now what a committed life looks like - what our pain and passion and purpose needs to be … to reflect the pain and passion and purpose of Christ himself.

To remember, not just words and ideas, but to remember what Jesus did: how he put off his robe, and put a towel around his waist, to wash the disciples’ feet …

In that moment, no longer the teacher, but a servant … no longer words of instruction, but deeds of kindness and humility … 

When Jesus washed their feet, it was the sign of welcome:

To welcome the disciples into the household of God … weary travelers they were, all of them, feet covered in dust and grime … the journey of faith is long and hard … and in such a kindly moment, the Son of God is the one who washes their feet.

Jesus sets an example for us … how to welcome others into the circle of our life.

It can be something as simple as eye contact and the nod of our head - “I see you, I acknowledge your presence, I will not pass you by, but I give you my eyes, and I acknowledge your life.”

It can be a handshake, an arm around a shoulder, and even a hug.

All along the way, and throughout the three years of his ministry, Jesus shows us how to treat one another … 

How to be the household of God … where all are welcomed, none are turned away … where the hungry are fed, the thirsty given drink, the stranger welcomed, the naked clothed, the sick cared for, those in prison visited …

Because we are all one in Christ, in whom there is no longer the great cultural divides of race and religion, economic status, and gender distinctions … 

Paul the Apostle says it well:
There is no longer Jew or Greek, there is no longer slave or free, there is no longer male and female; for all of you are one in Christ Jesus.

The household of God … 

A household without boundaries, without walls, no ditches … no families separated, no fuss and fuming about who’s in and who’s out …

This is the work of Christ, and it must be our work, too … to build bridges, and open doors, to speak with words of welcome and peace …


To God be the glory. Hallelujah and Amen!

Monday, October 7, 2019

October 6, 2019 "Great Things, Great Purpose" - El Monte Community Presbyterian Church

Lamentations 3.19-26; 2 Timothy 1.1-14 


“The Culture of Remembrance,” he said … 

The Director of the Dietrich Bonhoeffer House in Berlin, Germany … “the Culture of Remembrance.”

I was there recently, and Jane Holslag, one of our missionaries, joined me for the tour … Jane had lived at Monte Vista Grove Homes for about year, and then some months ago, returned to Germany.

When I learned that I would be visiting Berlin, I contacted Jane, and she was kind enough to be a tour guide for a few days, and one of the things we did was to visit the Bonhoeffer House.

“The Culture of Remembrance,” said the director.

Germany has worked hard to remember in the last 25 years… though at first, after the war, no one wanted to remember anything, but just to get on with life. 
Everyone wanted a culture of forgetfulness.

But who can forget the horrors of World War 2, the death of 6 million Jews, and millions of others throughout Europe and around the world.

In recent years, Germany has worked very hard to remember, and not to forget … Germans have built memorials and museums … 

To remember what happened, and to remember why … why a madman like Hitler should be able to come to power, and in a few short years, drag the nation and the whole world into war.

Some things deserve to be remembered …

The culture of remembrance …

 To be sure that history doesn’t repeat itself … that hatred and bigotry will never again win the day, that Anti-Semitism will be identified and condemned quickly and thoroughly, and all forms of hatred and discrimination, that especially the churches will remain vigilant, and speak out against the false gods of nationalism, militarism, and racial supremacy.

“The Culture of Remembrance” …

And that’s why we gather here for worship, Sunday after Sunday … we gather to remember … 

To remember why we’re here this morning … and who we are, and what needs to be done … we remember the words of Christ, the stories of creation, the politics of the prophets, the courage of the early church … we remember great things, and God’s great purpose.

First off, we’re here to say Thank You … the way of gratitude is the heart and soul of the Christian Life … it all begins and it all ends with these simple but profound words: Thank you!

Thank you to God for the gift of life, the mercies of Christ, the joys of creation, friends, and family … to give thanks to God Almighty that we belong to God … this is our first task when we gather together.

When we thank God, we have a chance to remember:

God’s promises … there is nothing than can separate us from the love of God … nothing in life, and nothing in death … nothing anywhere, or anyhow, that can break the bond of God’s covenant love for us, sealed upon our life by the waters of baptism, and confirmed for us in the bread and drink of the Lord’s Table …

“You belong to me,” says God.

You belong to me, and I will see you through all of life’s tumult and sorrow … I will be with you in the best of it, and in the worst of it …

I am with you always … I am the Alpha and the Omega … the beginning and end … I am your first breath, I’m your last breath … in time and eternity, in the frailty of the flesh and in the hope of the Spirit, I am there, says God, with you, for you and by you.

The culture of remembrance - that we not forget all the LORD’s blessings … but that we remember such things, so that we might live well before the world … and honor Christ with as much of life as we can.

And, then, a little bit more …

We’re here to welcome one another … to pay attention to each other … to listen to one another, to listen with care, to look upon one another with kindness and mercy …

We’re here to remember how to treat one another … to love one another as Christ loves us …

To remember, not just words and ideas, but to remember what Jesus did: how he put off his robes, and put on a simple towel around his waist, to wash the disciples’ feet …

In that moment, no longer the teacher, but a servant … no longer words of instruction, but deeds of kindness and humility … 

When Jesus washed their feet, it was the sign of welcome:

To welcome the disciples into the household of God … weary travelers they were, all of them, feet covered in dust and grime … the journey of faith is long and hard … and in such a kindly moment, the Son of God is the one who washes their feet.

And sets an example for us … 

It can be something as simple as eye contact and the nod of our head - “I see you, I acknowledge your presence, I will not pass you by, but I will give you my eyes, and I acknowledge your life.”

It can be a handshake, an arm around a shoulder, and even a hug.

It can be all kinds of simple things … to treat one another with dignity and respect … to do unto others as we would hope others would do unto us … and always, like Christ, to be the servant of the household of God.

Jesus washes their feet … and later, hosts the Table … 

It’s Jesus who blesses and breaks the bread, who pours out the cup … and serves the household of God … here’s some bread, and here’s some drink … eat to your hearts content, and drink deeply of the mercies of God.

All along the way, and throughout the three years of his ministry with the disciples, and his ministry to the world, Jesus shows us all how to treat one another … 

How to be the household of God … where all are welcomed, and none are turned away … because we are all one in Christ, in whom there is no longer the great cultural divides of race and religion, economic status, and gender distinctions … Paul the Apostle says it well:
There is no longer Jew or Greek, there is no longer slave or free, there is no longer male and female; for all of you are one in Christ Jesus.

The household of God … 

Where there are no boundaries, no walls to be built, or ditches to be dug, no families to be separated, and no fuss and fuming about who’s in and who’s out …

 In the church, we build bridges, and open doors, with words of welcome … fresh water to wash dirty feet, and good bread and drink to refresh hungry bodies and weary souls.

With our love, we bear witness to the world, we challenge our politicians to rise above party interests to care for the nation and all its people … and we challenge our politicians to care for the nation in such a way that every nation benefits, not just the United States, but the whole wide world.

And day-by-day, we strive to grow in the grace of Christ, even as Christ comes to us in a thousand different ways … to help us grow up into the things of God, to even do some great things now and then, with great purpose, all for the love of God.

Such is what it means to remember the goodness of God.

To be, for the sake of Christ, a culture of remembrance.

To God be the glory. Hallelujah and Amen!