Friday, January 29, 2016

the live Gospel ..

i used to imagine that my contribution to the kingdom of God was preaching and exemplifying 'the gospel' which, most of the time, took the form of The Romans Road to Heaven, a pocket-sized embodiment of the way to become a child of God and get to heaven, in so many words ..

i now know this
the gospel is far far greater than what that tract promoted

the gospel is the reconciliation of the very cosmos by the Lord Christ
and it lives
it is not a thing
it is life
all of life
every part of life

the Good News is that we are beloved by the Creator
and by his grace embraced
embraced

we have forgotten our Creator for so long we fail to recognize that Presence
but when we are allowed to see the Presence in someone
" it's as if you did it for me "

the Gospel lives in us
we are the Gospel
it is shared, not by words written on paper or tweeted
it is a live presence radiated by the Presence
..
unmistakable
and virtually irresistible
   when it is found in its fullness
.. in whom it is found in its fullness

..

that gospel was lived-out in a man
Jesus

ours is to find his heart and share that as we live among our neighbours
an open heart
a thoughtful mind inclined toward the beatendown
a free soul, more concerned for the people than for religion
intending they see Jesus' face in ours somehow
   and hear him speak directly to their soul

only that Gospel is worthy of the name ..
the one i left pales in its compare
this one the richer
the realer
the personGospel .. a real live Gospel, sitting right next to me


to preach and to proclaim has its place
the prophet and the teacher have wise words to give
   when they are found in their fullness
   in whom they are found in their fullness
..
but the LiveGospel flies a truer shaft
direct to the heart
   methinks
..

there is a person who lifted me out and breathed life into me
i live by His hand
all that remains is for me to serve my Lord Christ
Master
friend
brother

that's really all that remains

everything else must be subordinated to that Gospel
in me

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

reach out in faith ..

There is a marked difference between pride and arrogance and wagging a finger in God's face,
and the understanding that God understands humanity through Jesus' experience of humanity, and expects to hear from us, what's in our heart..

There's a difference between disrespecting God, treating God as if God was our equal,
and confronting God in our doubts, our un-understanding, our pain, our lostness..

There's a difference between accusing God,
and questioning God because we just don't understand how this could be so, why that happened..

Notably, it is in the very act of facing God with our heart's truth - in trouble, in depression, in forsakenness,  in loss, in our proneness to wander, in our weaknesses, and our doubts - that we in fact express our faith, for it is nothing to claim faith in God when the garden is full of roses, everything to reach out to God when there is no beauty before us, in drought, in famine, destitute..


That defines our faith, for it demonstrates that we believe in God enough to trust God to be real, and to be relational, and to care enough to answer us ..

Friday, January 8, 2016

we're all in need of embrace ..

i watched 'Time Out of Mind' with richard gere
days on the street with a homeless person
kinda what that's like

not much drama
not much plot
not much thrill
..
just life on the street for a 'middle class homeless' man
   there are classes of homeless, you know

..

someone said it was boring ..
well, there's that
not much excitement in the life of middle class homeless
life mostly consists of pointlessness
   no point in getting up in the morning
   kinda thing
      no job to go to, lawn to mow, dinner to cook, football game to watch ..
the only real motivation lies in the pit of the stomach, and the muscle shivers, and the body smell, and the dirty shirt ..

so, ya .. not much in terms of exciting movie stuff there
or exciting homeless lives
most of it is the daytoday slog of meaninglessness
   and the slow deepening of the depression that goes with that
and the unimaginable loss of any sense of self respect
   as they watch themselves sort through a garbage can on the street
      in full view of everyone .. and choose something to eat
   and face the night in a dark alleycorner as everyone heads home
      to family to dinner a warm shower fresh clothes and bed

..

and then, there are the lower class homeless
the ones that get caught
that can't stand themselves to the point of having to 'self-medicate'
alcohol
meth
heroin
oxy
..
have to find a way to quell the mind
   stop my mind!
'cause they have a hard time seeing their reflection in the store window
   that's .. me ..??
admitting that's me ..

there's more of course ..
selling my body
someone taking my body without my permission
someone taking my stuff
someone beating me for whatever stuff they thought i had
   cause they need their fix too, you know
   they have their demons too

..

so ya, there wasn't much excitement there
just the realization that noone acknowledges homeless panhandlers
   'course there is the odd-one-out
   like the restaurant owner that offered him rice and something ..
most of the time the only acknowledgement is
   " get the hell outa here! "
   or " get a freakin' job ya bum! "
   or the daughter that hated the very sight of this, her dad, who left her
      with grandparents
      dad, that lives a feel-sorry-for-yourself-life in a bottle

..

i had my memories ..
   time spent on the west coast among homeless folk
and the movie resurrected my dread feelings of hopelessness and my own self-loathing for not being able to resurrect them, save them, heal them, give them back their humanity

..

when Jesus said that we would do much more than what they witnessed him do in his time ..

what answer will i have to give him when i see him

what answer do i have for them

.. .

and then i think of my own spiritual homelessness
my own addictions
my own delusions
my own desertions
my own struggle to blankout my
   own accusing mind
my own struggle to find spiritual
   food every day
to find a reason to get up
digging in garbage cans for hope
.. handle my own demons

.. perhaps there's a hellofalot more homeless in me than i care to admit to me
      spiritual bum!

..

then
imagine Jesus walking the streets at night ..

can you ?

what do we think his reaction would be to that homeless person
lying there
alone
in their bottle
needle still in the vein

??

what do you think his reaction would be to me
in my homeless aloneness
in my bottle
my spirituality shredded in that pile of garbage
   leaking out of that needle

??

i think
compassion
and embrace

absolutely !

..

mine, then, is to find a way to embrace me in my spiritual brokenness
and embrace my homeless brother and sister in their brokenness
in Jesus' name
in Jesus' place
..
for the love of God

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

addiction and connection ..

one of the most 'christian' talks by someone who never mentions the word
about a massive issue in our lives ..



brilliant, and very very true

i hang my hat right here on the addiction issue
especially among the homeless ..


watch it here

Monday, January 4, 2016

excellent read on where is God in this mad world ..

i repost here a sermon preached yesterday at the church i attend

it speaks to what's on our mind (or should be) as christians in a violent hateful unfair world
and it was very well said ..



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January 3, 2016                   Epiphany of the Lord                      Matthew 2: 1-16

Prayer: Dear God, We long to start a new year with hope and promise even as the world around us seems more confusing than ever. Please show us the way to live in a tumultuous, unfair world. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.


A World Terribly Like Our Own

        It was hard to tell what I received more of in my email in December – holiday greetings or pleas for help – from hunger fighters to gun protesters to affordable housing advocates to foster care proponents.
         Perhaps the darkest was a plea to help the Yezidi people of northern Iraq. The Yezidi are a minority population targeted for execution, enslavement, rape and genocide by ISIS. An escaped woman was speaking to the United Nations Security Council, asking the international community to step in.
       Add to that the parade of news events in the past year alone, and it becomes more than our minds can take in.
          One million refugees flooding Europe.
          The Emmanuel AME Church shooting in Charleston.
           Simultaneous shootings and bombings in Paris.
          An assault on a holiday luncheon in San Bernardino, California.
          A Syrian toddler washed up on a beach in Turkey.
          What are we to do with that? What are we, as serious Christians, to do with that?
        I know you’ve heard the outcries – “where was God in Syria, in Charleston, in Paris?” Where was God?
        Somebody will always post an ubiquitous cartoon on your Facebook page: “Well, you know, we’ve taken him out of schools.”
     As if we serve a God so puny that he could be taken out of schools or anywhere else.
            But 4.3 million Syrians have fled their country, and nine died at Wednesday night Bible study, and 129 died during a beautiful evening in France.
         What are we, as serious Christians, to make of that?
         The easy answer is that God gave us free will, and some people exercise that free will with awful choices. And that is certainly true. I believe that.
       But it’s not terribly helpful, is it?
       If you’re looking for answers this morning, I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed. What I would like to point out, however, is that the world has always been this way. As we talked about in December, the world that our Lord entered as a baby in a manger was this way.

        This morning’s Scripture is a story in Matthew’s gospel that is as frightening as anything we face today. It’s the epiphany story, the story that gives today its name: Epiphany of the Lord Day.
       It refers to that part of Scripture where the world – in the form of three Gentile wise men – recognized the baby Jesus as the Lord. They had an epiphany.
       It’s an amazing story in that it shows the entwining of good and evil at the very beginning of our Christian religion – not unlike the entwining of good and evil with the serpent in the garden of Eden at the beginning of the ancient Hebrew religion.
        Not unlike the entwining of good and evil today.
        In this infancy story in Matthew’s gospel, we see an undercurrent of danger, of disaster, even of mass murder. Please turn to Matthew 2: 1-16.
 2In the time of King Herod, after Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea, wise men from the East came to Jerusalem, 2asking, ‘Where is the child who has been born king of the Jews? For we observed his star at its rising, and have come to pay him homage.’
      3When King Herod heard this, he was frightened, and all Jerusalem with him; 4and calling together all the chief priests and scribes of the people, he inquired of them where the Messiah was to be born. 5They told him, ‘In Bethlehem of Judea; for so it has been written by the prophet:
6 “And you, Bethlehem, in the land of Judah,
   are by no means least among the rulers of Judah;
for from you shall come a ruler
   who is to shepherd my people Israel.” ’
      7 Then Herod secretly called for the wise men and learned from them the exact time when the star had appeared. 8Then he sent them to Bethlehem, saying, ‘Go and search diligently for the child; and when you have found him, bring me word so that I may also go and pay him homage.’
      9When they had heard the king, they set out; and there, ahead of them, went the star that they had seen at its rising, until it stopped over the place where the child was.
       10When they saw that the star had stopped, they were overwhelmed with joy. 11On entering the house, they saw the child with Mary his mother; and they knelt down and paid him homage. Then, opening their treasure-chests, they offered him gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
       12And having been warned in a dream not to return to Herod, they left for their own country by another road.
      13 Now after they had left, an angel of the Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream and said, ‘Get up, take the child and his mother, and flee to Egypt, and remain there until I tell you; for Herod is about to search for the child, to destroy him.’
      14Then Joseph got up, took the child and his mother by night, and went to Egypt, 15and remained there until the death of Herod. This was to fulfill what had been spoken by the Lord through the prophet, ‘Out of Egypt I have called my son.’
      16 When Herod saw that he had been tricked by the wise men, he was infuriated, and he sent and killed all the children in and around Bethlehem who were two years old or under, according to the time that he had learned from the wise men.
       
       King Herod was frightened, we read. And so he killed all the children in and around Bethlehem who were two years old or under. Where was God that night in Bethlehem? we might ask.
          I am intrigued that this beautiful story of the wise men coming to worship the newborn Christ is interwoven so seamlessly with this mass murder of infants and toddlers. We manage to ignore it in our Christmas pageants and in Amahl and the Night Visitors, which we staged here in2009. It was even omitted from the recommended lectionary reading for today.
            But how can we ignore it?
          It shows us that our Lord was born into a world terribly like our own – with a mass murderer and armed soldiers presiding over the place of his birth. It shows us what fear can lead to.
       King Herod was what was known as a vassal king, ruling Judea at the pleasure of the Roman Empire. He was not a Jew, but an Idumean, a member of a group of people who had been forcibly converted to Judaism by the Maccabees, back when the Jews ruled themselves. So his opponents derisively called him a “half-Jew.”
          Herod was a builder. He rebuilt the glorious temple in Jerusalem, the very temple where Jesus would go when he was 12 years old. This reputation for extravagant building earned the king the name Herod the Great.
          Apparently, Herod got along well with the Jewish authorities, the Pharisees and the scribes. They were necessary to keep the Jews quiet so Rome wouldn’t have to quell them with armed force.
          Still, Herod was frequently frightened and insecure, always worried that someone would steal his kingdom. Out of that fear, he executed a wife, a mother-in-law, a brother-in-law and several of his own sons, whom he suspected of treason.
         His murderous ways worked. When the wise men came to worship Jesus, Herod had been on the throne for 30 years.
          We like to remember that the wise men – or astrologers -- brought the baby Jesus gifts. Indeed, we have created an entire season of gift-giving to commemorate it.
          What we don’t like to remember is that the wise men were supposed to be on an assassination mission.
          Herod told the astrologers he wanted to know Jesus’s whereabouts so he could worship him. But they learned in a dream that wasn’t what he wanted at all. So they sneaked out of Judea without telling him.
          But even that didn’t guarantee the child’s safety. An angel came to Joseph in a dream to warn him of Herod’s intentions to kill the baby.
          So Mary, Joseph and Jesus fled to Egypt. Not realizing they were gone, Herod wreaked havoc on the families of Bethlehem in an attempt to get rid of him.
         We think that part of Matthew’s storytelling was aimed at linking Jesus with Moses, who, as a baby, was saved from an Egyptian pharaoh who ordered all Hebrew baby boys killed. And part of his storytelling was aimed at showing the danger of being this Christ, the danger of following this Christ.
          Because Herod would kill a town full of baby boys rather than risk one becoming a threat.
         Because the Romans and the Jews would eventually find this one too much of a threat and crucify him.
    Because our world has not changed one bit regarding people who think this way.
        So what are we, as serious Christians, to make of it – this murderous rage that lived in the first century and lived this summer in a Confederate flag-waving young man in Charleston, and last month in a terrorist couple in California, and is undoubtedly, even now, breeding in some sick mind, somewhere?  
           First, I think we are to adopt humility. That is, to acknowledge that we didn’t take God out of schools or out of the public square or out of Christmas any more than Herod took Jesus out of the world.
       Writer Rachel Held Evans wrote a few years back about people who get upset when clerks say Happy Holidays instead of Merry Christmas, who get upset when we remove nativity scenes from courthouse lawns.
      They imply that we successfully evicted God and got violent shootings as a result.
      But that is a crazy and belittling view of God.
      Evans wrote: “…(S)omeone told them that God needs a nod from the Empire to show up, forgetting somehow that God showed up as a Jew in the Roman Empire. In a barn. As a minority. After a genocide. To the applause of a few poor shepherds.”
       I think I’ve told you before that I had a seminary professor who was incensed by that kind of nonsense. He used to thunder, “Poor ol’ God. As if he can’t do anything without our permission.”
       Second, I think we can acknowledge tragedy as tragedy, without trying to interpret it as God’s will. We do not know enough to label something as God’s will. We do not know enough to make that judgment.
       Third, there are things beyond our vocabulary, even beyond our knowing. Paul phrased it in a letter to the Corinthians as seeing “through a glass, darkly.”
(I Cor. 13: 12, KJV)
     Sometimes it’s best to admit that we don’t know, we can’t know.
       Lastly, I think we are to let this Babe of Bethlehem show us how to live in an ugly, terrorist-filled world. Because that is what the world has always been and probably always will be, we have a choice to make:
        Do we live in defensiveness, heads down, fists clenched, refusing to engage, building ever bigger walls at the Mexican border, spouting ever uglier commentary toward those who would move here?
      Or do we unclench our fists and raise our eyes? Do we tear down our walls? Do we live with generosity and welcome? Do we make room at the inn?
          I think we know what Jesus would have us do.
          So what are we as Christians to make of the slaughter of innocents recorded by Matthew 2,000 years ago and the slaughter of innocents enacted in our own state, our own country, our own world this past year?
         That for whatever reason, a few humans have always behaved this way.
         That for whatever reason, God came to live among us to show us another way.


          Amen.
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