In my career I have preached on sheep and shepherds many times -- Which makes no sense, because I have never taken care of sheep. Everything that I know about sheep and shepherding I have learned from books, google or Wikipedia. I really shouldn’t be preaching on sheep. Of course, let’s be honest. I’m not really preaching on sheep at all. Neither was the psalmist or Jesus really talking about sheep. They were really talking about people, and using sheep as an image to help draw us into the teaching, so that we would listen and learn and grow.
Wednesday, May 10, 2017
Sermon: The Zookeeper
John 10:1-10, Psalm 23
In my career I have preached on sheep and shepherds many times -- Which makes no sense, because I have never taken care of sheep. Everything that I know about sheep and shepherding I have learned from books, google or Wikipedia. I really shouldn’t be preaching on sheep. Of course, let’s be honest. I’m not really preaching on sheep at all. Neither was the psalmist or Jesus really talking about sheep. They were really talking about people, and using sheep as an image to help draw us into the teaching, so that we would listen and learn and grow.
But if Jesus were to walk into Buchanan today, he probably wouldn’t use
sheep and shepherds as his main teaching images, because most of the people
here, like myself, don’t really understand sheep. So what image would he use to
tell you about himself today?
And I jokingly thought to myself, zookeeper. Because working with people is
like working with a zoo. We have our strong gorillas, our cute little
wallaby’s, the grand and proud egrets, the goofy giraffes, the grouchy bears,
the dangerous tigers, and the playful otters. I know why I came up with that
image, it’s because I personally enjoy going to zoos, because I love to see the
animals. Quite often when we go on vacation, we will check out the city zoo.
But I must admit, that among zoos there are different types and qualities.
Years ago, many of the zoos kept animals in cages or enclosures that were too
small and were more like prison cells than homes.
You had to feel sorry for these animals. I remember one bear that had
clearly lost its mind. It walked the same path, with the exact same number of
steps back and forth, did the exact same turn at the edges, for hours. No
variation. Zoos are working hard to improve. But there are still some bad zoos
out there, and some bad zookeepers.
Starting his new job at the zoo, the eager young zoo keeper asked the Head
keeper what he should do for his first task. "Go and clean out the
aquarium" he was told. Arriving at the aquarium, he discovered that all
the fish were dead. He rushed back to the head keeper and asked what he should
do. "Throw them to the lions" said the head keeper, "the lions
will eat anything". So the young keeper returned to the aquarium, picked
up all the dead fish and threw them into the lion's cage.
That done, he returned and asked what he should do now. He was instructed
to go and clean out the ape house. Off he went and started cleaning. He was
shocked to discover dead chimpanzees in the cage, and rushed back for
instructions. "Don’t worry" said the head keeper, "just throw
them to the lions, the lions will eat anything". So the young man returns
to the ape house and throws the dead animals into the lion’s cage.
The next day, the zoo obtains a new lioness. The lioness is walking around
the new cage for the first time, and starts asking the other lions what things
are like here. "How’s the food?", she asks. "Fine" comes
the reply from one lion."
"Not bad" replies another, "yesterday, we had fish and
chimps."
Most zoos are more careful about giving animals space to roam that resemble
their natural habitats. They also try to give the animals things to play with,
changes in their scenery, ways to keep their minds and bodies engaged.
And some caretakers of animals really go out of their way to ensure that
the animals are healthy and happy. I have a video example for you:
[show lion hugger this is how Sirga the lion greets her owner]
That’s an image of a good zookeeper! That lion clearly loves him. Maybe a
little too much.
One of the zoos we visited did a demonstration on how they train all of the
animals so that they can give them their health check-ups. They used an otter,
which of course made the demonstration cute. When the zookeeper would hold out
a stick with a red ball on the end, and give a command, the otter would stare
at the stick like it was the tastiest fish it had ever seen. And it would do it
for a long time. This would allow the vet to look over the animal without it
struggling or putting up a fight. Then when given another command the animal
would relax and be given a reward.
It was so funny to see this hyper otter act like it was playing freeze tag.
It would whip its head to find that focus, and hold absolutely still. I don’t
know how many hours it took of training to get it to do that, but I am sure it
wasn’t easy. They claimed they used the same method for many of the other
animals, although not all animals can be trained so easily. I’m thinking rattlesnakes
don’t listen well.
The point is that the zookeepers took a lot of time with the animals so
that they could take care of them. They spent hours training them, working with
them, calling them by name, just so that they could be examined by a vet if
they got sick.
At other zoos we have seen demonstrations on feeding the animals, and how
it is important to make sure that the animals receive a healthy diet. Each
species requires different foods.
My favorite was a time we were watching – I think they were lemurs, but it
has been so long ago that I don’t remember properly – They were thrown a whole
bunch of fruits and veggies. Clearly the favorite was the grapes. All of them
went racing for the grapes ignoring everything else that was thrown into the
enclosure until all the grapes were gone. Then they raced around looking for
the bananas, obviously they were second best. The whole community all shared
the exact same order that they ate their food – because if you didn’t grab a
grape in the first few seconds you didn’t get one. Last to go were, I think
carrots or something like that – and honestly I didn’t blame them for leaving
those for last. No one wanted them, but when everything else was gone, they ate
them.
So here’s the thing. If Jesus is our zookeeper, and not just any zookeeper,
but a good zookeeper -- Jesus knows what each and every one of us needs.
He understands our differences, but he also knows that ultimately he is
responsible for our safety and security. As a good zookeeper, Jesus takes the
time to know us by name, and make sure that we know his voice. Of course there
are problems with the comparison. None of us likes to think we are caged up, or
on display for others’ entertainment.
But I think there is value here in the comparison. The idea is that Jesus
actually cares about us, whether we are otters, lemurs, bears or chimps or
rattlesnakes. He wants the best for us. He doesn’t want us to be stuck in a
life where we are trapped and confined. He doesn’t want us to lose our mind and
pace back and forth in a never ending trance. No, he takes the time to teach us
a different way. So he asks us to sit at his feet and learn from him, what is
important, and what is not so important. He wants us to enjoy the food we eat,
to chase the grapes. But he also wants what is good for us, so he gives us
carrots. He really wants us to have life to the absolute fullest.
Likewise, we could look at the 23rd Psalm and rethink about it
from the perspective of the zookeeper.
Perhaps the words of the psalmist would be that the Lord as my zookeeper
leads me to my perfect home – whether that is deserts for tortoise, or cold
water for the polar bear. God prepares my perfect banquet, he cares for my
health and well being, protects me from predators, parasites and zoo guests
that might unwittingly harm me, and in the end provides the best life for me
possible.
There is something powerful in the knowledge that in this zoo we call life,
we have a keeper, a good one at that, who calls us by name, who leads us and
who cares for us. It is a message that is simple and timeless – God knows us,
God loves us even though God knows us, and God tirelessly works on our behalf.
Even showing sacrificial love in the death of Christ on our behalf. We have a
good zookeeper, a good shepherd, and for that we should be truly grateful.
In my career I have preached on sheep and shepherds many times -- Which makes no sense, because I have never taken care of sheep. Everything that I know about sheep and shepherding I have learned from books, google or Wikipedia. I really shouldn’t be preaching on sheep. Of course, let’s be honest. I’m not really preaching on sheep at all. Neither was the psalmist or Jesus really talking about sheep. They were really talking about people, and using sheep as an image to help draw us into the teaching, so that we would listen and learn and grow.
But if Jesus were to walk into Buchanan today, he probably wouldn’t use
sheep and shepherds as his main teaching images, because most of the people
here, like myself, don’t really understand sheep. So what image would he use to
tell you about himself today?
And I jokingly thought to myself, zookeeper. Because working with people is
like working with a zoo. We have our strong gorillas, our cute little
wallaby’s, the grand and proud egrets, the goofy giraffes, the grouchy bears,
the dangerous tigers, and the playful otters. I know why I came up with that
image, it’s because I personally enjoy going to zoos, because I love to see the
animals. Quite often when we go on vacation, we will check out the city zoo.
But I must admit, that among zoos there are different types and qualities.
Years ago, many of the zoos kept animals in cages or enclosures that were too
small and were more like prison cells than homes.
You had to feel sorry for these animals. I remember one bear that had
clearly lost its mind. It walked the same path, with the exact same number of
steps back and forth, did the exact same turn at the edges, for hours. No
variation. Zoos are working hard to improve. But there are still some bad zoos
out there, and some bad zookeepers.
Starting his new job at the zoo, the eager young zoo keeper asked the Head
keeper what he should do for his first task. "Go and clean out the
aquarium" he was told. Arriving at the aquarium, he discovered that all
the fish were dead. He rushed back to the head keeper and asked what he should
do. "Throw them to the lions" said the head keeper, "the lions
will eat anything". So the young keeper returned to the aquarium, picked
up all the dead fish and threw them into the lion's cage.
That done, he returned and asked what he should do now. He was instructed
to go and clean out the ape house. Off he went and started cleaning. He was
shocked to discover dead chimpanzees in the cage, and rushed back for
instructions. "Don’t worry" said the head keeper, "just throw
them to the lions, the lions will eat anything". So the young man returns
to the ape house and throws the dead animals into the lion’s cage.
The next day, the zoo obtains a new lioness. The lioness is walking around
the new cage for the first time, and starts asking the other lions what things
are like here. "How’s the food?", she asks. "Fine" comes
the reply from one lion."
"Not bad" replies another, "yesterday, we had fish and
chimps."
Most zoos are more careful about giving animals space to roam that resemble
their natural habitats. They also try to give the animals things to play with,
changes in their scenery, ways to keep their minds and bodies engaged.
And some caretakers of animals really go out of their way to ensure that
the animals are healthy and happy. I have a video example for you:
[show lion hugger this is how Sirga the lion greets her owner]
That’s an image of a good zookeeper! That lion clearly loves him. Maybe a
little too much.
One of the zoos we visited did a demonstration on how they train all of the
animals so that they can give them their health check-ups. They used an otter,
which of course made the demonstration cute. When the zookeeper would hold out
a stick with a red ball on the end, and give a command, the otter would stare
at the stick like it was the tastiest fish it had ever seen. And it would do it
for a long time. This would allow the vet to look over the animal without it
struggling or putting up a fight. Then when given another command the animal
would relax and be given a reward.
It was so funny to see this hyper otter act like it was playing freeze tag.
It would whip its head to find that focus, and hold absolutely still. I don’t
know how many hours it took of training to get it to do that, but I am sure it
wasn’t easy. They claimed they used the same method for many of the other
animals, although not all animals can be trained so easily. I’m thinking rattlesnakes
don’t listen well.
The point is that the zookeepers took a lot of time with the animals so
that they could take care of them. They spent hours training them, working with
them, calling them by name, just so that they could be examined by a vet if
they got sick.
At other zoos we have seen demonstrations on feeding the animals, and how
it is important to make sure that the animals receive a healthy diet. Each
species requires different foods.
My favorite was a time we were watching – I think they were lemurs, but it
has been so long ago that I don’t remember properly – They were thrown a whole
bunch of fruits and veggies. Clearly the favorite was the grapes. All of them
went racing for the grapes ignoring everything else that was thrown into the
enclosure until all the grapes were gone. Then they raced around looking for
the bananas, obviously they were second best. The whole community all shared
the exact same order that they ate their food – because if you didn’t grab a
grape in the first few seconds you didn’t get one. Last to go were, I think
carrots or something like that – and honestly I didn’t blame them for leaving
those for last. No one wanted them, but when everything else was gone, they ate
them.
So here’s the thing. If Jesus is our zookeeper, and not just any zookeeper,
but a good zookeeper -- Jesus knows what each and every one of us needs.
He understands our differences, but he also knows that ultimately he is
responsible for our safety and security. As a good zookeeper, Jesus takes the
time to know us by name, and make sure that we know his voice. Of course there
are problems with the comparison. None of us likes to think we are caged up, or
on display for others’ entertainment.
But I think there is value here in the comparison. The idea is that Jesus
actually cares about us, whether we are otters, lemurs, bears or chimps or
rattlesnakes. He wants the best for us. He doesn’t want us to be stuck in a
life where we are trapped and confined. He doesn’t want us to lose our mind and
pace back and forth in a never ending trance. No, he takes the time to teach us
a different way. So he asks us to sit at his feet and learn from him, what is
important, and what is not so important. He wants us to enjoy the food we eat,
to chase the grapes. But he also wants what is good for us, so he gives us
carrots. He really wants us to have life to the absolute fullest.
Likewise, we could look at the 23rd Psalm and rethink about it
from the perspective of the zookeeper.
Perhaps the words of the psalmist would be that the Lord as my zookeeper
leads me to my perfect home – whether that is deserts for tortoise, or cold
water for the polar bear. God prepares my perfect banquet, he cares for my
health and well being, protects me from predators, parasites and zoo guests
that might unwittingly harm me, and in the end provides the best life for me
possible.
There is something powerful in the knowledge that in this zoo we call life,
we have a keeper, a good one at that, who calls us by name, who leads us and
who cares for us. It is a message that is simple and timeless – God knows us,
God loves us even though God knows us, and God tirelessly works on our behalf.
Even showing sacrificial love in the death of Christ on our behalf. We have a
good zookeeper, a good shepherd, and for that we should be truly grateful.
Tuesday, May 2, 2017
Sermon: Emmaus Never Happened
Luke 24:13-35
Lately I have been reading renowned Jesus scholar John Dominic Crossan’s
book The Power of Parable. The first
half of the book is one of the most powerful explanations that I have ever read
about the purpose of Jesus’ parables. He says that Jesus’ purpose in teaching
is not to hide secret messages behind confusing symbols, his purpose in
teaching is not even to impart to us instructions for how to live good ethical
lives; rather, Crossan says that Jesus is trying to challenge our assumptions
about what it means to live as participants in the realm of God.
The couple of keys words there are challenge and participants.
Jesus is shaking up the world, including the religious world, and he is
challenging our thinking. Still 2000 years later he is taking what we think we
know and turning our beliefs upside-down and saying that isn’t what following
me is about. Crossan suggests that every teaching of Jesus is meant as a
challenge to our normal way of thinking, and if it doesn’t challenge us then we
probably aren’t reading it right. Jesus wants us to struggle and wrestle with
the clash between social norms and God’s expectations, with the clash between
our thinking and God’s thoughts, with our emotions and God’s love.
The other key word to Jesus’ teaching is participation. Crossan says that
Jesus is always inviting people to openly participate in the kingdom of God, in
following him. Jesus never teaches about being passive observers, about letting
God do it and we just watch. So every teaching moment is about our role in the
work of God, every parable should leave us asking, “How am I to participate
based upon this teaching?”
All of that is an introduction to a profound statement that Crossan made
about this week’s gospel reading in his book. He says, “Emmaus never happened.”
Now before you get angry saying that he is denying the Bible, he follows his
first statement with a second. “Emmaus always happens.”
What Crossan explains is that we do not know the exact location of this
village.
The bible says that it is about 7 miles from Jerusalem, but we know of no town
called Emmaus at that distance. There are several towns named Emmaus that are
much further, the most likely being Emmaus-Nicopolis which is 18.6 miles from
Jerusalem, but if that is true the biblical writer got the wrong distance. Or
there are several villages that are around 7 miles from Jerusalem that it could
be, but perhaps the biblical writer got the wrong village name. So the scholar
writes “Emmaus never happened” as if all these details being not quite right
make the whole thing false. It is the sort of thing that skeptics do all of the
time. They look through the bible and find one contradiction or one incorrect
fact and say, “See, it is false.” As if one small problem makes the whole thing
false. So Crossan is taking up the skeptic’s chant here. Emmaus never happened
because something is wrong here.
But then he refuses to throw out the whole thing. He follows it up with
“Emmaus always happens” because the very idea of the story then becomes that
Emmaus could be anywhere. I think that is part of the reason that it got picked
up as a name for the Emmaus walks – meeting Jesus can occur anywhere, Emmaus
could be anywhere. Crossan suggests that we treat Emmaus as any other teaching
parable of Jesus – meant to challenge us to participate in the unfolding realm
of God.
Like the story of the Good Samaritan who comes along and helps a person
beaten by robbers when the religious folk passed him by, like the story of the
prodigal son who wastes his inheritance in wrong living, but comes home and
finds himself welcomed. Whether all the specific details are exactly right isn’t
important, what is important is that the story should impact our lives.
So what does the Emmaus story teach us about that? How does it challenge
us?
It starts by reminding us that encountering the risen Christ can happen for
us anywhere, on any road, in any village, in any place. Yes, the story of
Emmaus is about us seeing Jesus in our daily lives. Do we, when we walk along
the road with a stranger and talk about faith, see Jesus? Do we, when we break
bread with a stranger, see Jesus? We should.
The truth is we have all had the experience of failing to recognize someone
we know very well. Perhaps they are in a place we don’t expect, or we aren’t
looking very closely, or our brain is playing one of those tricks that come
along with aging, or the person is wearing a crazy wig and a Halloween costume.
But then they say to us, “Don’t you know who I am?” and then we take a closer
look and realize who it is. This story is about that happening with Jesus. How
often are we running around in life, we are out in a place where we don’t
expect to see Jesus, or we aren’t looking very closely, or we just aren’t
thinking about religious things, or perhaps he has disguised himself in the
form of a person that scares us, makes us uncomfortable – Mother Teresa used
the phrase “Jesus in his most distressing disguise” -- and then something
happens that awakens us and opens our eyes. And it is as though Jesus is saying
to us, “Don’t you know who I am?”
Brandon Vogt (a Catholic author, blogger and speaker) tells about a muggy Tallahassee
day. He was resting at a picnic table
when suddenly a strange, disheveled man plopped down right across from him. His
face was grizzly, his beard was dirty, and without exchanging hello’s he stared
deep into Brandon’s eyes and boldly shouted, “I am Jesus Christ! Your Lord and
Savior, who died for your sins!”
For a moment Brandon just sat still, blinked a few times, and wondered
whether he should agree for the man’s sake, or run away as fast as he could!
But after a few beats, the man smiled, chuckled and confessed, “Aw, I’m just
kidding you. The name’s Rick!”
Brandon then takes him to McDonalds and for a couple of hours they hung
out. I like what Brandon says in reflection about the event. “I wondered
whether Rick really thought he was Jesus. I couldn’t be absolutely sure.”
“But . . . I became convinced that his claims were true whether he believed
them or not. If Jesus was right–if Mother Teresa was right–then through Rick I
really had encountered God. Not because Rick claimed to be Jesus, but because
Jesus claimed to be in him.”[1]
Now, usually the people we meet don’t quite so blatantly remind us that they
are Jesus in disguise. Normally, it is like the story about Emmaus, it isn’t
until we are breaking bread together, it isn’t until we are sharing in
hospitality that we realize what is happening.
That helps explain why Crossan says that the Emmaus story is a two-fold
lesson for us – it is about us welcoming
the stranger, inviting them to walk and talk with us, to eat with us, to stay
with us, and being hospitable to those we meet.
But it is also about us finding Jesus fully present in our lives, loving
us, feeding us spiritually and even physically. So Emmaus is a two-fold lesson
for us: when you see Christ in others, you discover Jesus is walking with you
all the time.
Those two things come together to create a holy moment, where two more
teachings of Jesus happen. First, the parable of the sheep and the goats becomes
reality as Jesus turns to us and says, “I was hungry and you gave me food. I
was thirsty and you gave me drink.” And we reply, “But Jesus when did we see
you hungry or thirsty.” To which he answers, “Whenever you did it for one of
the least of these, you did it unto me.”
But at the very same time Jesus feeds us: he tells us how he is the bread
of life and the living water. As we feed another, Jesus sees the hunger of our
souls and gives us the bread of life. As we quench the thirst of another, Jesus
sees the thirsting of our souls and pours us the living water. Through the
encounters where we reach out and touch others, Christ then touches and
nourishes us.
The story of Jesus appearing on the road to Emmaus challenges us to open
our eyes to see Christ in the people around us, and it invites us to allow our
hearts to be warmed as we participate in the kingdom work of reaching out to
them.
The encounter is meant to be an example of something we should always be
making to happen around us. So we could argue about the names of the village or
the miles they stand from Jerusalem, saying “Emmaus never happened.” or we can
make it happen today. I say let “Emmaus always happen.”
Wednesday, April 26, 2017
The Path of Life
A few years ago, I was walking through a marshland. It was
one of those boarded walkways, raised up a few inches above the mud so you
don’t have to worry about the muck ripping the shoes off your feet. The marsh
was filled with tall grass, 6 to 7 feet in height, and cattails, and so the
effect of walking along the boardwalk was like walking down a hallway, with a
very restricted view to either side. I could hear the birds and frogs singing,
but unless they joined me on the path I couldn’t see them.
Ahead of me the path took a turn, a bend to the right, and
because of the tall plants, what would emerge ahead of me was a mystery.
Perhaps around the corner was a pond, or a coyote, or remote beaver dam. It
could be a place of peace and serenity where I could sit and relax, it could be
something frightening where I would need to turn and run, or it could be more
of the same tall grass with little to see. I had no way of knowing. Yet not
knowing made me want to go on, to seek that which might be a new adventure, to
explore and discover. I began to enjoy the twists and turns on the walk,
whether they revealed anything new or not.
At one point I looked back to see where I had been, and I
realized that not only could I not see where I was going, but I could no longer
see the path that I had just walked. It was just as obscured as the path ahead
– except for my memories. There were the places the dragonfly nearly crashed
into me, where the flowering bush bloomed, and where some of the wooden boards
were broken and needed to be repaired. I could remember them, but I could no
longer see them.
As I reflected upon this, I thought about how often life is
also like this. We look ahead of us, we can predict a slight change of course,
but we really don’t know what lies around the corner. It could be more of the
same with tomorrow almost a mirror image of today, it could be a special time
of joy and celebration, or it could be that which brings tears and sadness. Not
knowing is part of the adventure of life.
Looking back, we depend upon our memories for where we have
been. The times when we clashed with a loved one, when life truly blossomed,
where the way seemed broken and in need of heavy repair. Some of these memories
bring us sadness, some we treasure.
What is vital for us is to be aware that God was with us
along the path. Every step we have taken in the past and every step that we
will take in the future is walked with God at our side. As Psalm 23 says,
He lets me rest in grassy meadows;
he leads me to
restful waters;
he keeps me
alive.
He guides me in proper paths
for the sake of his
good name.
Even when I walk through the darkest valley,
I fear no danger
because you are with me.
Never forget that, my friends!
Sermon: Faith Behind Locked Doors
John 20:19-31
Every year on
the Sunday after Easter, we read several passages about what the disciples did
following Jesus’ resurrection. One of them that is part of our readings most
years is from the gospel of John on how Thomas misses the first appearance of
Jesus to the disciples, and when the disciples tell him about it -- Thomas
doesn’t believe them. So we usually talk about doubt and the role it has in faith.
But the thing that I want to focus on today is the rest of the disciples. Not
Thomas. They are all locked up in a room because they are afraid.
Listen to the story and think about that as I
read it. John 20:19-31
It was still
the first day of the week. That evening, while the disciples were behind closed
doors because they were afraid of the Jewish authorities, Jesus came and stood
among them. He said, “Peace be with you.” After he said this, he showed them
his hands and his side. When the disciples saw the Lord, they were filled with
joy. Jesus said to them again, “Peace be with you. As the Father sent me, so I
am sending you.” Then he breathed on them and said, “Receive the Holy Spirit.
If you forgive anyone’s sins, they are forgiven; if you don’t forgive them,
they aren’t forgiven.”
Thomas, the
one called Didymus, one of the Twelve, wasn’t with the disciples when Jesus
came. The other disciples told him, “We’ve seen the Lord!”
But he
replied, “Unless I see the nail marks in his hands, put my finger in the wounds
left by the nails, and put my hand into his side, I won’t believe.”
After eight
days his disciples were again in a house and Thomas was with them. Even though
the doors were locked, Jesus entered and stood among them. He said, “Peace be
with you.” Then he said to Thomas, “Put your finger here. Look at my hands. Put
your hand into my side. No more disbelief. Believe!”
Thomas
responded to Jesus, “My Lord and my God!”
Jesus replied,
“Do you believe because you see me? Happy are those who don’t see and yet
believe.”
Then Jesus did
many other miraculous signs in his disciples’ presence, signs that aren’t
recorded in this scroll. But these things are written so that you will believe
that Jesus is the Christ, God’s Son, and that believing, you will have life in
his name.
So what does
it mean that the disciples were all together behind locked doors? You see,
locked doors don’t sound that weird to us today, because we lock our homes, we
lock our cars, we lock our churches. Everything is locked up, because we are
concerned about theft, about crime, and so locked doors have become normal, even
in the daytime. But in Jesus’ era, during daylight, doors were usually opened
and unlocked to allow in light and air. It was a sign that friends and guests
were welcome. So the fact that the disciples are behind closed doors, and in
fact locked doors is a bit surprising. Clearly they were in hiding, they were
afraid, and they were not ready to receive friends or guests.
So what happens? Jesus appears to them anyway. Even though the door being
closed clearly conveys that visitors are not welcome. He then speaks to them
words of peace. He tells them that they are sent out into the world, and he
breathes the Holy Spirit upon them, telling them that if they forgive anyone’s
sins, they are forgiven.
Jesus is being very pastoral here. The disciples were keeping their faith behind locked
doors for fear of the anger and judgment of other religious people. Jesus
is telling them to get out from behind the locked door, that they have a job to
do. They have to live their faith, not hide it.
[shocked] But then 8 days later, the disciples are still hiding behind
locked doors. They still aren’t doing what Jesus told them. Even after he
gifted them with peace and the Holy Spirit. They aren’t going out to the world,
they aren’t forgiving sins, they are just hiding. This time Thomas is there
too.
Again Jesus speaks peace to them, and then he spends time directing his
speech at Thomas, but I actually think he is speaking to all of the disciples.
He shows them his hands and feet, he shows them the wound in his side. And
he says, “No more disbelief, believe!” If he isn’t just talking to Thomas here,
what he is telling the disciples is, “Look at me. I am still alive. God has
brought me through the crucifixion. I have suffered and died, and yet I am here
with you. What do you have to fear? What reason could you possibly have to hide
behind these doors? Stop disbelieving the power and promises of God. Get out
there and live your faith.”
You see, Thomas wasn’t the only one struggling with disbelief. Jesus’
speech is for all of them. Thomas is just the object lesson for all of them. And
for us. Thomas is still an object lesson for all of us today, especially those
many religious
people who hold their faith fearfully and cower behind locked doors.
The fact is
that there are many Christians who are afraid to express what they really
believe for fear of the consequences. This can happen in countries where it is
illegal to express certain religious beliefs, or where it is unsafe. Look at
the recent bombing of the churches in Egypt.
Even though a bomb had been found in one of the churches the week before,
and security officers were at the doors, they made no effort to stop the bomber
who can be seen on camera walking through the front doors, and moving to the
front of the church. Attenders say the security forces don’t really try to
protect them. Because of this a number of
churches in southern Egypt cancelled their Easter celebrations last week. Fear
stopped them from celebrating the resurrection of Christ. It is hard to imagine
a more fitting parallel to the disciples hiding in a room following Jesus’
resurrection.
But it isn’t just in places like that where
people are afraid to express their faith. It can happen in places
where we think free expression is the norm, like here in our country. It can even
happen in the church.
What happens
is that people who have very deep beliefs are afraid to express them because
they may not match exactly the official or predominant view. Perhaps they view
the bible as a human book, or they question what the divinity of Jesus really
means, or they don’t really believe that heaven is a place but instead it is a
state of unity with God. And so they hide, because they are afraid of being
condemned or kicked out of their religious communities because of the questions
they have.
It can even
happen due to politics. I actually know a pastor who was fired for expressing
concerns over President Barack Obama’s policies soon after he was elected, and
I know a pastor who was fired for expressing concerns over President Donald
Trump’s policies. Such actions leave us as leaders of the church in a fearful
position. When our faith obviously believes something that is a critique of the
culture, should we hide behind locked doors, or should we speak up? Like the
early disciples we often choose to hide rather than be honest with our thoughts.
I know this is true of many people who find themselves afraid of the
consequences of speaking and sharing their true belief.
In our Wednesday night classes we have talked about the ways to create safe
places where people can honestly share the depth of faith, struggle with its
questions, so that we can have dignified and honest dialogue, and so that the
peace of Christ empowers us to do the work of the church – proclaiming
forgiveness and hope.
Creating such
a safe atmosphere allows us to do is to actually talk about the hardest parts
of our religious faith without fear of judgment, it also builds up the whole
community, filling us with a spirit of renewed belief. So for example, because
Thomas is willing to disagree with others in faith, and not be afraid of
condemnation, Jesus is able to come to Thomas and move him into a new belief. At
the same time the rest of the disciples are also encouraged to grow in faith so
that they have the courage to live their faith.
Of course it can also happen that one person’s questions challenge the
whole community to reevaluate their faith and priorities. 500 years ago Martin
Luther courageously nailed a list of 95 issues he had with the church to the
door. The result of that act was reform, and the greater Christian church was
reminded that we are saved by faith, not by works. We needed the reminder, so
that we could spread the message of forgiveness to the world.
It is
important that we don’t hide our faith behind locked doors, even in the face of
violence, even in the fear of condemnation. We are carry the message of one who
was arrested and crucified, died and was buried, and yet he lives. Why are we
afraid?
The courage to
step out and speak boldly can lead us personally to deeper faith when we find
ourselves corrected by Christ, or it can lead the community to revitalization
as we challenge false beliefs that have become the norm. And so because of
this: I pray we may be able to welcome the Thomas’ who disagree and doubt,
while also being open to correction by Christ on our beliefs. May we have the
courage to come out from behind our locked doors so that we can proclaim the
forgiveness of Christ. Then as people find that forgiveness, we can all have
life in his name.
Wednesday, April 19, 2017
Sermon: Not About the Empty Tomb
John 20:1-18
As I was reading one commentary (Seasons of the Spirit), I was shocked by
what it said. It said that Easter is not about the empty tomb. Like I said,
that shocked me, because it seems very much like Easter is about the empty
tomb. If the angels hadn’t rolled the stone away, if Jesus’ body were still in
the tomb, then there would be no resurrection, no hope, and well, Easter would
be pretty meaningless. So how can it not be about the empty tomb?
What the writer explains is that Mary arrives at the tomb and it is empty.
If Easter were about the tomb being empty, she would have immediately
celebrated, the body was gone, Jesus was raised. Hallelujah. But instead she is
disturbed, she is upset. She does not assume that Jesus has risen, but that
someone has taken the body, moved it, or stolen it.
Which is a pretty natural reaction, honestly. Graves are pretty different
now and in our area, they aren’t just niches cut into the stone, with the body
placed in a stone box, and then the niche covered with a heavy stone. Still we
now bury people in stone vaults, but we cover the graves with dirt. But the
effect would be much the same if I were to walk up to someone’s grave and all
the dirt around it have been dug up, and the stone vault opened, and the body
gone. My first assumption would not be that the person had risen from the dead.
No, most likely I would assume that someone had dug up the grave, and well, I
don’t know why they would do this, but they had taken the body out for some
reason.
So Mary has seen the empty tomb, and it worries her. It doesn’t give her
hope, it doesn’t make her happy. In fact, she is so concerned that she runs to
tell the disciples.
Two of the disciples, Peter and the one Jesus loved run to the tomb.
The first to arrive looks in the tomb and sees the linen cloths lying
there. Peter then arrives and goes right in. The other disciple then joins him
in the tomb. And they acknowledge it is indeed empty. The gospel of John then
tells us, “They didn’t yet understand the scripture that Jesus must rise from
the dead.” So they went back to the place where they were staying. You see,
they also saw the empty tomb, and it didn’t impress them. They didn’t
understand.
No one understood just from seeing the empty tomb. Not Mary, not Peter, not
the other disciple. Easter isn’t about the empty tomb because simply witnessing
the empty tomb meant nothing to them.
So what is Easter about? Easter gains its meaning when Christ appears to
Mary.
That is when it gains its power. It is in the moment when she thinks he is
the gardener, and he speaks her name. That is the moment that brings the
goosebumps and the tears of joy. Oh, that is when everything changes for her. She
believes in the resurrection when she meets the risen Christ. That is the
moment that changes everything. When she looks upon his face, and wants to grab
him and hug him, but he says, do not hold onto me, for I have not yet ascended
to God. Go and tell my disciples what you have seen, and so she does, she runs
to them and she shouts, “I have seen the Lord.”
Which must have been quite a shock to them. I am sure they looked at each
other with questions about her sanity. Peter and the disciple that ran with him
to the tomb must have thought, “Is it possible? His body was gone? Could he be
alive?” But their questions would be answered soon when Jesus would come to
them and meet them. He would even offer his forgiveness to them for how they
had run away on the night he was arrested and abandoned him. And then they
would believe too.
In each of these situations, belief in the resurrection doesn’t come from
the empty tomb, but in reunion with Christ and a restored relationship with
Christ. Easter is in Mary’s shout that, “I have seen the Lord”. It is in Peter
hearing Jesus say, “Feed my sheep.” Thomas having Jesus tell him, “Put your
hands in the holes, if you doubt that it is me.” Easter is about meeting the
risen Christ and the relationship with him that is built or rebuilt in that
moment.
So here is where that gets personal. What that means for us is that for us
Easter is not simply about celebrating an empty tomb.
For one thing, just talking about that can leave us mystified, and worried
and upset as we try to figure out the details.
For example we could study the shroud of Turin. If you don’t know what that
is, it is supposed to be the cloth that Jesus was buried in. And on this cloth
is an imprint of a person, supposedly of Jesus. It is now housed in a cathedral
in Turin, Italy. Several times throughout the years, international teams of
scientists, consisting of Christians, Jews, Moslems, and non-believers, set
about to prove or disprove the story behind this ancient cloth. The results of
their findings have been published over and over. There are doubts, there are
possibilities, and there are those that believe and those that don’t. Looking
at the information about the shroud leaves us mystified, in good and bad ways,
but all of that looking is meaningless unless in looking at it we meet Christ.
That’s where Easter is. In seeing the face, and then finding ourselves
journeying to meet the risen Christ in our lives now.
The same thing would happen if we went and visited the place where Jesus
was buried, or if we could see the stone that was rolled away. When we focus
only on the details of the story – the empty tomb, how the cloths were lying
there, how the stone was rolled away, even how Jesus could have possibly come
back to life. When we put all of our energy into studying those things, we miss
the true meaning of Easter.
Easter is about you and I hearing Jesus call our name, like he called to
Mary, and about how we respond to him.
You see, Easter is about us meeting the risen Christ, it is about you and I
having a restored relationship with Christ. It is about us being able to say,
“I have seen the Lord.”
But how do we see the Lord today?
I mean, without hallucinating. How can we honestly see Christ, meet him,
have him call our name, and not be called crazy by the psychologists?
Well that is where it gets tricky, because usually we don’t literally see
Jesus, although some have. Usually we don’t hear Jesus, although some have.
Most of us end up meeting the risen Christ in what can only be called a moment
of spiritual mystery, a holy encounter sometimes brought on by worship,
sometimes by prayer, sometimes in conversation with another, sometimes in
looking at artwork depicting him.
And like the first Easter, if we get caught up in the details of trying to
explain it, we simply can’t. Except that we come away knowing that Jesus was
there. Touching our hearts in a way that nothing else can, restoring our lives
in a way nothing else can. Offering us forgiveness, and relationship as a gift
from God.
It is a moment when John Wesley says our heart is strangely warmed, a
moment in which songs speak of Amazing Grace, or Blessed Assurance. It is a
knowledge that if nowhere else in the world is there evidence of Christ being
alive, there is evidence in our heart – clearly he is alive there, because we
can feel him so close to us.
That’s Easter for us. It isn’t about the empty tomb, but the filled heart,
the one that recognizes he is alive because it has met him, encountered him and
been changed by him. That’s how we know he lives. Because he has come to us and
is in relationship with us – even today, 2000 years later – changing hearts,
and restoring hope. And I pray, I pray, if you have never had that moment, that
you will soon. Perhaps in worship, perhaps in prayer, perhaps in conversation
with another, or while looking at artwork – and you will find yourself in a
heart to heart spiritual conversation with him that leaves you shouting, “I
have seen the Lord!” Oh, I pray that for you. Because that moment will change
your life!
Tuesday, April 11, 2017
Sermon: Hard to Celebrate
Matthew 21:1-11
There is a part of me that loves Palm Sunday.
It is a story of a hero’s welcome, with Palm branches waving as a king
comes riding into town. There are the shouts of hope as people pray for change
in their lives, and the amazing promise that this king is one who can actually
deliver them. It is like a parade, and a party, and a word of hope all in one,
so the scriptures of the day have all of the elements of a huge celebration.
And yet, in the back of our minds, we can’t really celebrate with
“unbridled joy”[1]
because we know what is about to happen. We know that the crowds of today
become the crowds of Friday, and their words are very different. From Hosanna,
people’s cries change to crucify. So it is hard to celebrate this palm branch
welcome because it feels so temporary, with the people in it so fickle.
Some people have trouble believing this change.
There are those who say that people don’t change their minds this quickly.
That it couldn’t have happened this way. That there is no way that crowds
welcomed Jesus so happily early in the week, and then demanded his crucifixion
later in the week. Even the gospels
struggle with that a little bit, saying that the people were stirred up by
those who opposed Jesus to cry out for his death. You could go so far as
suggesting that the leaders played on mob mentality and with a few carefully
placed people in the crowd riled them up. At least that is probably what people
would claim today when a crowd gets angry.
But here is the thing, I don’t think we are supposed to hear the story that
way. I don’t think you are supposed to read it as a great conspiracy against
Jesus. Rather, this is a story of human infidelity to God. One minute we love
God, the next we turn our back on God. It is a story about how temporary our
commitments are.
You see, many of us live in this fickleness of life. One day everything is
fantastic, one day we are celebrating, and the next is tragedy. One day hope
seems to shine eternal, and the next it looks like hope is dead. As one person
said, “Even though nearly 2000 years have passed since the events recounted on
this day, for many the story is as real and as present as if it were being
reported in real time. On the one hand, these are historic events, but on the
other hand, in a very real way they are a description of the life we live each
day.”[2]
That’s true.
Look at the news this last week. Children struck by chemical weapons, bombings in Egyptian churches. In one moment, those people's lives changed.
Ruth Johnson tells how, in five minutes her life was turned upside-down
when her schizophrenic adult son killed her mother as she was eating breakfast.
Never before had he raised a hand in violence, but a hallucination that his
grandmother had tried to kill him brought a drastic change in him.[3]
Life and people can be fickle.
It can happen when a person we love violates our marriage vows, or when
alcohol or drug addiction changes a person’s personality. It can happen when a
community gets caught up in blame and targets a person or family to turn into a
scapegoat for their problems. For some people, they have no problem believing
the crowd changed without calling it a conspiracy. It seems far too familiar to
their daily life.
It makes me wonder what Jesus thought that day
as he rode into town. He knew what was coming, he had foretold his death in
Jerusalem many times. Yet on this day the people cheered him. He knew that
there was a change of tone yet to come, and that their loyalties would not
hold.
Father Henri Nouwen found a sculpture of Jesus on a donkey in the
Augustiner Museum in Frieburg. He says, it “is one of the most moving Christ
figures I know. I have sent many postcards of it to my friends, and I keep one
in my prayer book . . . The fourteenth-century sculpture originally comes from
Niederrotweil, a small town close to Breisach on the Rhine. It was made to be
pulled on a cart in the Palm Sunday procession.”
“Christ’s long, slender face with a high forehead, inward looking eyes, long
hair, and a small forked beard expresses the mystery of his suffering in a way
that holds me spellbound. As he rides into Jerusalem surrounded by people
shouting “hosanna,” “cutting branches from the trees and spreading them in his
path” (Matthew 21:8), Jesus appears completely concentrated on something else.
He does not look at the excited crowd. He does not look at the excited crowd.
He does not wave. He sees beyond all the noise and movement to what is ahead of
him: an agonizing journey of betrayal, torture, crucifixion, and death. His
unfocused eyes see what nobody around him can see; his high forehead reflects a
knowledge of things to come far beyond anyone’s understanding.”
"There is melancholy, but also peaceful acceptance. There is insight
into the fickleness of the human heart, but also immense compassion. There is a
deep awareness of the unspeakable pain to be suffered, but also a strong
determination to do God's will. Above all, there is love, an endless, deep and
far-reaching love born from an unbreakable intimacy with God and reaching out
to all people, wherever they are, were, or will be. There is nothing that he
does not fully know. There is nobody whom he does not fully love."[4]
As wonderful as Nouwen’s reflection is:
He forgets to mention that Jesus also knew that his death would not be the
end of the story. Not only does Jesus predict his death, he also predicts his
resurrection. Although his death would be awful and painful, he knew that
Easter Sunday would follow. So add that additional emotion to the face of
Christ, and it is no wonder his face is so reflective.
And it is also no wonder that on a day like today we experience a weird
contrast of emotions. What should we do? Should we celebrate the coming of a
king? Should we mourn what is about to happen? Should we look forward to next
week? Or should we simply stand in awe at the unfolding events and how God used
them to rescue us from the pit of despair, and the finality of death? Should
our face look like that image from one artist who caught a moment of
reflection, or should we think and feel something else?
I for one, think we should take the time to celebrate the true king – even
if the events to come will bring sadness—today is a day to recognize Christ as
the ruler of heaven and earth. It is a day to welcome him into our presence,
and giving thanks for his saving work done on our behalf. Today we should
cheer. But if we do, we cannot skip the rest of the week. We cannot skip the
pain of a Thursday betrayal by Judas, and a denial by Peter. We cannot forget
the Friday crucifixion. We must shed tears for these things when it is their
time, otherwise our celebration today fails to recognize the fickleness of life
that we often face. This week we must allow our hearts to be rushed through the
emotional whiplash of a hero’s welcome, a touching meal with friends, a
horrible death, and ultimately the hope filled resurrection.
So celebrate today. Remember that Jesus is a king that brings hope, shout
to him for his saving grace and power, wave a branch of a palm to honor him.
Recognize his leadership and lordship. But I understand if it is hard to throw
yourself completely into it, because it is hard for me as well. Just as Jesus
knew, we know what the future holds for him, and it can make today hard to
celebrate.
Tuesday, April 4, 2017
Sermon: When Life Seems Impossible
Ezekiel 37:1-14, John 11:1-45
In life, there are days when it seems like all hope is lost.
There are days when it feels like we are walking through a valley of dry
bones, where everything is dead. It could be physically that our bodies are
just plain wearing out, or beaten up, or broken down. It could be emotionally,
where our feelings are depressed, dry and even our dreams and wishes are dead.
It could be spiritually as though we have lost our connection with the
life-giving presence of God.
But you should never count out the possibility of resurrection. Even the
government keeps the option open. Many years ago, a letter appeared in the
national news because it was so funny. It was sent to a deceased person, a dead
person by the Indiana Department of Social Services. It read as follows: “Your
food stamps will be stopped in March because we received notice that you passed
away. May God bless you. You may reapply if there is a change in your
circumstances."[1]
Even the Indiana Department of Social Services thought it was a distant
possibility.
Our scriptures today take it a step further. They don’t talk about it as a
distant possibility, rather they tell us that there is never a point where we
are beyond hope. Even when bones are dry and rattling in a desert, a wind of
hope can blow through and restore life. Even when it seems like we have been
grieving forever, and Jesus should have shown up yesterday, he can come
bringing life and resurrection.
Now I admit, these stories can stretch the limits of our belief
and our imagination. The first story, was the valley of dry bones. Of
course, Ezekiel is telling us about a dream or a vision, not a real occurrence.
But in the dream God speaks to Ezekiel and tells Ezekiel to make the bones live
again. Put yourself in that place. Here you are looking out over a valley of
dried bones, and God says, prophecy to the bones and make them live again.
Wouldn’t you for just a moment at least say, “God, I can’t do that. It isn’t
possible. That is beyond my abilities.” The valley is a place where it looks
like death has had the final victory. But God leads him step by step through
the process, bringing the breath back into the bones, so that they come back to
life. And while this is a vision, the passage is meant to teach us that no
matter how overwhelmed we are by our situations in life. No matter how
impossible it seems to overcome, when God commands us and walk alongside us,
life is always possible.
But just in case that story doesn’t stretch the limits of our imagination
enough, because we say to ourselves, “That’s nice, but it is just a dream. It
is a story to give us hope, but it isn’t real life. In real life, dead is dead,
and nothing changes that.” Until we read about Lazarus. Now we really have to
struggle with the limits of our belief. You see, Lazarus has been in the tomb
so long that his body stinks – in other words, we are meant to understand that
there is nothing but a decaying corpse there.
Mary and Martha and the family members that have gathered are angry with Jesus,
perhaps even angry with God, for taking too long. They believed that if Jesus
had come while Lazarus was just sick there was still hope. Jesus could heal
him. They say, “Lord if only you had been here, our brother would not have
died.” There would have been hope. How many of you have heard the phrase,
“Where there is life there is hope.” That was their attitude. But now that he
was dead hope was gone.
Lazarus becomes a metaphor for every situation in our life where we used to
have hope that God could help us, but God took too long, and now we have lost
hope. There is nothing that even God can do. Our situation is so far gone, so
dead, that it stinks, like a rotting corpse.
So what happens with Lazarus? Jesus commands him to come out. And out steps
Lazarus, alive and well. Metaphorically we get it – God is saying to us, there
is always hope. Even when there isn’t life, even when death has won, even when
the situation is beyond every conceivable hope that we human beings can have –
God says, I can fix that. Metaphorically we get it. The problem isn’t the
metaphor, the problem is the reality.
Does God honestly expect us to believe that there is always hope?
Even when everything we know, everything we have experienced says that hope
is useless? Apparently, yes, God does expect that. God expects us to look at
the world and say, “All things are possible.” If God wants to change the rules
and laws of nature, God can. Who are we to say God can’t?
The thing is, as we live we develop certain expectations. We expect that
when one jumps into the air we will fall back to the ground. We expect that
when we get cut, we bleed. We expect that when we die, we stay dead. Those
expectations usually make sense, but sometimes these expectations put us into
bondage, they imprison us, because we lose hope in the miraculous power of God.
In the image on the screen, an anonymous street artist known only as Banksy has captured a moment of seeming hopelessness. A girl with the wind at her back, a heart shaped balloon blowing away from her. The words in the darkness and the dirt of the wall stand out, “There is always hope.” So we wonder, did the girl release the balloon? Is she filling the world with love? Or if the wind has stolen her balloon, like we have seen happen to many small children, is the artist telling us that even in the loss of love, there is always hope? Just like God says, All thing are possible, dry bones can live, death is not the final word.
In a sense these are God’s answers to the question everyone asks, how can a
loving God allow people to die in earthquakes or tornados, or why do people get
cancer, or . . . To these questions which rise from our lips like the
condemnations of Mary and Martha that shout at Jesus for being too slow, God
answers, “Your expectations are too small.”
Because in these stories of these hopeless and lifeless situations,
God does the unanticipated. God breaks our expectations so that we can be
set free from our hopelessness. God takes thousands of bones and brings life,
Jesus shouts at a stinking corpse and says, “Come out.” Now, I am not saying
that your dead loved one will suddenly get out of the casket and rejoin you – I
still don’t expect that to happen, yet. At least not like that. But we are
meant to expect that God will do something so beyond our experience that it
will baffle us. We are expected to believe that resurrection is real, somehow,
someway. That life is an unstoppable force brought forth from the hand of God.
The point is that no matter how hopeless the situation life brings us to,
God is not finished yet. Things may take longer than we want, but God’s Spirit
still moves through the world with power, breathing life into dry bones. It may
actually be that God plans a resurrection and a world changing moment where the
New Jerusalem comes down out of heaven and in that day there will be no more
weeping. It may actually be that God has a spiritual place reserved for us in
heaven where all the dead discover life that is perfect in God’s presence. It
may even be that inch by inch God is walking the road toward our homes and hope
is just around the corner for us in this life. But we cannot give in to
hopelessness, because as Isaiah 30:18 says in the Message translation: “God is
not finished. God’s waiting around to be gracious to you. God’s gathering
strength to show mercy to you. God takes the time to do everything right. Those
who wait around for him are the lucky ones.”
“We celebrate that even in despair,
even when the world seems to be plotting against God, still God says, “I will
bring life.”” (Seasons of the Spirit)
It is the fundamental promise of God. One on which we cannot give up hope.
Because we never know what God has planned for tomorrow. He just may call us to
prophecy to the bones, to prophecy to the breath, and to be the vessels of
resurrection.
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