"A church is a place where we try to think, speak, and act in God's way, not in the way of a fear-filled world." -W.S. Coffin
Okay folks, I'm just going to come right out and say it: I'm tired of it. I'm tired of the endless complaining about the decline of church membership. I'm tired of hearing people complain that it's not like it used to be. I'm tired of hearing people say things like "we have to get more people in the pews." I'm tired of EVERY SINGLE church committee I talk to ask me what new ideas I have to "grow the church." I'm tired of the blame game-- every one in the church wants to blame someone else for why people have stopped coming.
Why am I tired of hearing all of this? It's not because these questions aren't important in their own way. But quite frankly, when it comes to the future of the church, these are the wrong questions. We need to be asking different questions. Questions like: how can the church meet the changing needs of people in the 21st century? How can the church respond to anti-gay bullying and teen suicides? How can the church respond to a war-torn society, and a country that is embroiled in two endless wars? How can the church respond to the rising unemployment and poverty in this country? How can the church respond to a growing gap between the haves and the have nots? How can the church respond to bigotry against Muslims, Hispanics, and other groups? How can the church respond to an increasingly polarized society where we judge our neighbors rather than love them? THESE are the questions I want to be talking about in our churches.
Oh, and by the way, we get so carried away by the distraction of fewer people in the pews that we forget to minister to the congregation we have-- rather than the congregation we want, or the congregation we think we should want.
Things change. Things are not like they used to be. Things may never be the same. The church may never be the same. But here's one thing I know: God isn't going anywhere. So what are we so worried about??? Let's have a little faith. And let's go back to the gospel, and the work it calls us to do in a broken world. Peace. Reconciliation. Kindness. Justice. Let us walk humbly with our God.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Why We Worship
There is a question being asked by Christian leaders all across the country right now, in almost every mainline protestant denomination. That question is: why aren't people coming to church anymore?
This is a complicated question with a complex answer. There isn't just one factor as to why people in our culture have stopped coming to church. However, I think that one potential factor in the equation is that for many people, there isn't a sense of why worship really matters. And in a culture when we are all too busy, we are all over-scheduled and over-programmed, why would people go if they don't know why it matters? And so that’s what I want to focus on this morning. The question of why worship matters, and what it is we actually do when we come to church week after week.
In order to answer that question I looked first to the dictionary, which was not particularly helpful. According to Webster, worship is: “reverent honor and homage paid to God or a sacred personage, or, to render religious reverence and homage, as to a deity.”
Now it’s not that reverence towards God isn’t a big part of it, but I actually think there is a whole lot more to it than that. So I kept looking, thinking I might find a better definition of what worship is. Eventually, I came across a quote by the late Anglican priest William Temple, who said that “to worship is to quicken the conscience by the holiness of God, to feed the mind with the truth of God, to purge the imagination by the beauty of God, to open the heart to the love of God, to devote the will to the purpose of God.”
Now that’s more like it.
This definition— I believe— comes much closer to getting at the heart of what it means to worship. Because it’s not just about the routine of singing hymns, saying prayers, and paying homage to a deity. God doesn’t just call us into worship to pay homage. God calls us into worship in order to be in relationship with us. Worship is about making a connection with God. It’s about taking time to recognize and make room for God in our lives. It’s about acknowledging — because sometimes we get a little confused on this part— that we are in fact not God—and that we are a part of something larger than ourselves. It’s about acknowledging that Christianity is not something we do by ourselves. Worship connects us with God, but it also connects us with a larger Body of faithful people.
In our opening hymn this morning we sung an invocation from the African nation of Tanzania. In African culture, they have a deep understanding of how worship binds us together with God and one another. For them, it’s about the music. It’s about the music, the dancing, the drums, and the singing. Music and worship help shape community and identity— it transforms a group of haggard and disparate individuals into one Body in Christ. Music also bridges the gap between the very real problems of daily life— which in Africa can be some of the most impenetrable problems the world has known— and the transcendent God who we recognize as the creator of all life. It is through worship and song that a community is able to sing themselves into hope for peace and reconciliation in a broken and hurting world.
In our reading from Ephesians this morning, we hear that Christ brings peace to those who are far off and peace to those who are near. That being one in Christ, none of us are strangers to one another, but rather all of us belong to the household of God. All of us are part of the community Christ himself built. When we sing songs like our invocation from Tanzania, or the Hallelujah from Honduras, we stand in community and solidarity with Christians all over the world. We join our voices with theirs in one common song-- recognizing that despite our many differences, we are all part of the household of God. What’s more is that through our worship, we open ourselves up to hope in the midst of the harshness of life. Worship opens our minds to possibilities of healing beyond the fearful predictions of the pundits and the op-eds and the politicians. It awakens our imaginations to the possibility of something more-- a hope beyond our human frailties and imperfections. A hope that—in the words of St. Paul— cannot be seen.
Now we may not see it, but we can feel it. When we join our voices in song and our hearts are stirred, we feel that hope, and we know that it’s real.
And so we are connected by our common life of worship to other people of faith in nations all over the world. But there is more! That connection spans not only across the globe but also across time. Our common worship connects us with all those who have gone before us and all who will come after us. What we do every Sunday morning is shaped by hundreds and hundreds of years of church practice. Week after week, we say prayers that have been spoken by priests, mystics, and lay people since the first century. The Lord’s Prayer--which we say every week-- has also been uttered by apostles like Peter and James, theologians such as St. Augustine and Thomas Aquinas, reformers such as Martin Luther, humanitarians such as Mother Theresa, and activists such as Martin Luther King Jr. and Dietrich Bonhoeffer. These individuals come from vastly different times and places, and God knows they would have plenty of theological and political differences between them. But they all have one thing in common with each other, and with us-- they worship. When we come together in worship every Sunday, we not only stand in their footprints— but we are also called to fill them— called to be next in the line of saints that spans from before the time of Christ to a mere generation ago.
The very last line of William Temple’s definition of worship says that one of the reasons we worship is to “devote the will to the purpose of God.” When we come to worship, we are reminded of all the saints who came before, and how they devoted their wills to the purposes of God in the work of building Christian unity, developing theology, reforming the church, working to end poverty, and fighting against tyranny and oppression.
Well guess what folks-- that work is not yet done! The church still needs people devoted to promoting unity in an ever more polarized and divided society. The church still needs people to develop theology that is relevant to the world we live in. The church still needs people who speak truth to power and hold the institutional church accountable. The church still needs people to fight poverty and oppression, and work towards justice in the form of human and civil rights.
Maybe, just maybe, those people are us!
But in order to do that work we need to be grounded. And that is yet another reason why worship matters. It grounds us in the faith of our fathers and mothers. It gives us the strength and encouragement to do the work that God calls us to do. It gives us the hope that the work can be done when others tell us it can't, and the imagination to see possibilities for peace and reconciliation when others tell us such things are impossible.
Now, despite all the compelling reasons I may have just given for why worship matters, the truth is that there are going to be mornings when you just don’t feel like it.
You’re tired.
You’re stressed.
You’re overwhelmed with work or family.
And you think to yourself, “Maybe just this one morning, I’ll stay home.”
My encouragement to you on those mornings is this: COME ANYWAY.
Because it is those mornings when we feel tired, stressed, depressed, or overwhelmed, that it is most important for us to be in community— that it is most important for us to be connected to God— source of life and giver of strength. It is those times when we don’t have the strength or energy to pray that we can let others lift us up with their prayers. And then someday, it will be our turn to do the praying when someone else cannot. That’s the great thing about community and our common life of worship together.
And so, we worship. We come here as individuals, but though our common worship together we become one body— united in Christ, strengthened by the spirit, and rooted in the love of God. And let all God’s people say: Amen.
This is a complicated question with a complex answer. There isn't just one factor as to why people in our culture have stopped coming to church. However, I think that one potential factor in the equation is that for many people, there isn't a sense of why worship really matters. And in a culture when we are all too busy, we are all over-scheduled and over-programmed, why would people go if they don't know why it matters? And so that’s what I want to focus on this morning. The question of why worship matters, and what it is we actually do when we come to church week after week.
In order to answer that question I looked first to the dictionary, which was not particularly helpful. According to Webster, worship is: “reverent honor and homage paid to God or a sacred personage, or, to render religious reverence and homage, as to a deity.”
Now it’s not that reverence towards God isn’t a big part of it, but I actually think there is a whole lot more to it than that. So I kept looking, thinking I might find a better definition of what worship is. Eventually, I came across a quote by the late Anglican priest William Temple, who said that “to worship is to quicken the conscience by the holiness of God, to feed the mind with the truth of God, to purge the imagination by the beauty of God, to open the heart to the love of God, to devote the will to the purpose of God.”
Now that’s more like it.
This definition— I believe— comes much closer to getting at the heart of what it means to worship. Because it’s not just about the routine of singing hymns, saying prayers, and paying homage to a deity. God doesn’t just call us into worship to pay homage. God calls us into worship in order to be in relationship with us. Worship is about making a connection with God. It’s about taking time to recognize and make room for God in our lives. It’s about acknowledging — because sometimes we get a little confused on this part— that we are in fact not God—and that we are a part of something larger than ourselves. It’s about acknowledging that Christianity is not something we do by ourselves. Worship connects us with God, but it also connects us with a larger Body of faithful people.
In our opening hymn this morning we sung an invocation from the African nation of Tanzania. In African culture, they have a deep understanding of how worship binds us together with God and one another. For them, it’s about the music. It’s about the music, the dancing, the drums, and the singing. Music and worship help shape community and identity— it transforms a group of haggard and disparate individuals into one Body in Christ. Music also bridges the gap between the very real problems of daily life— which in Africa can be some of the most impenetrable problems the world has known— and the transcendent God who we recognize as the creator of all life. It is through worship and song that a community is able to sing themselves into hope for peace and reconciliation in a broken and hurting world.
In our reading from Ephesians this morning, we hear that Christ brings peace to those who are far off and peace to those who are near. That being one in Christ, none of us are strangers to one another, but rather all of us belong to the household of God. All of us are part of the community Christ himself built. When we sing songs like our invocation from Tanzania, or the Hallelujah from Honduras, we stand in community and solidarity with Christians all over the world. We join our voices with theirs in one common song-- recognizing that despite our many differences, we are all part of the household of God. What’s more is that through our worship, we open ourselves up to hope in the midst of the harshness of life. Worship opens our minds to possibilities of healing beyond the fearful predictions of the pundits and the op-eds and the politicians. It awakens our imaginations to the possibility of something more-- a hope beyond our human frailties and imperfections. A hope that—in the words of St. Paul— cannot be seen.
Now we may not see it, but we can feel it. When we join our voices in song and our hearts are stirred, we feel that hope, and we know that it’s real.
And so we are connected by our common life of worship to other people of faith in nations all over the world. But there is more! That connection spans not only across the globe but also across time. Our common worship connects us with all those who have gone before us and all who will come after us. What we do every Sunday morning is shaped by hundreds and hundreds of years of church practice. Week after week, we say prayers that have been spoken by priests, mystics, and lay people since the first century. The Lord’s Prayer--which we say every week-- has also been uttered by apostles like Peter and James, theologians such as St. Augustine and Thomas Aquinas, reformers such as Martin Luther, humanitarians such as Mother Theresa, and activists such as Martin Luther King Jr. and Dietrich Bonhoeffer. These individuals come from vastly different times and places, and God knows they would have plenty of theological and political differences between them. But they all have one thing in common with each other, and with us-- they worship. When we come together in worship every Sunday, we not only stand in their footprints— but we are also called to fill them— called to be next in the line of saints that spans from before the time of Christ to a mere generation ago.
The very last line of William Temple’s definition of worship says that one of the reasons we worship is to “devote the will to the purpose of God.” When we come to worship, we are reminded of all the saints who came before, and how they devoted their wills to the purposes of God in the work of building Christian unity, developing theology, reforming the church, working to end poverty, and fighting against tyranny and oppression.
Well guess what folks-- that work is not yet done! The church still needs people devoted to promoting unity in an ever more polarized and divided society. The church still needs people to develop theology that is relevant to the world we live in. The church still needs people who speak truth to power and hold the institutional church accountable. The church still needs people to fight poverty and oppression, and work towards justice in the form of human and civil rights.
Maybe, just maybe, those people are us!
But in order to do that work we need to be grounded. And that is yet another reason why worship matters. It grounds us in the faith of our fathers and mothers. It gives us the strength and encouragement to do the work that God calls us to do. It gives us the hope that the work can be done when others tell us it can't, and the imagination to see possibilities for peace and reconciliation when others tell us such things are impossible.
Now, despite all the compelling reasons I may have just given for why worship matters, the truth is that there are going to be mornings when you just don’t feel like it.
You’re tired.
You’re stressed.
You’re overwhelmed with work or family.
And you think to yourself, “Maybe just this one morning, I’ll stay home.”
My encouragement to you on those mornings is this: COME ANYWAY.
Because it is those mornings when we feel tired, stressed, depressed, or overwhelmed, that it is most important for us to be in community— that it is most important for us to be connected to God— source of life and giver of strength. It is those times when we don’t have the strength or energy to pray that we can let others lift us up with their prayers. And then someday, it will be our turn to do the praying when someone else cannot. That’s the great thing about community and our common life of worship together.
And so, we worship. We come here as individuals, but though our common worship together we become one body— united in Christ, strengthened by the spirit, and rooted in the love of God. And let all God’s people say: Amen.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
The Cost of Discipleship: Luke 14:25-33
How much does it cost? What’s the bottom line?
These are familiar questions in our culture. Frequently, our decisions on a daily basis will lead us to ask one of these questions: How much does it cost? What’s the bottom line? We live in a culture which constantly barrages us with messages about how to spend our time and money— messages about where to invest, where to shop,and what to buy. Is it any wonder then, that when it comes to matters of faith, many of us would like to have a little break from the endless cost-analysis of our daily lives. And for good reason. After all, don’t we believe in a God who offers salvation to all? A gift offered to us free of charge whether we are rich or poor-- regardless of skin color or nationality, economic status or education. We proclaim in our prayers that there is nothing we can do to make God love us less, and nothing we can do to make God love us more. God just loves us-- as we are. And so perhaps it stops us in our tracks a little bit to read passages like the one we heard this morning in Luke’s gospel, where Jesus tells his disciples that to follow in his footsteps does indeed have a significant cost. There is in fact something profound required of us if we want to be disciples of Christ.
In some ways, it’s a troubling passage. Jesus says that we are to “hate” our father and mother, our brothers and sisters, even our own children! We must be willing to take up the cross, Jesus says. So how do we reconcile these seemingly harsh demands with what we’ve come to believe about God’s offer of unconditional love and grace?
Reverend Joseph Harvard notes the paradoxical nature of this question in the following story:
A woman is walking by a church. The words on the marquee capture her attention: “come to me, all who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” The invitation was appealing to her because she was tired. Not only was she physically tired, she was spiritually tired. She was looking for rest for her soul. But no sooner had the door shut behind her and she had taken a seat than she heard: “Take up your cross and follow me.”
We come to church seeking comfort, Reverend Harvard says, and we encounter a call to discipleship. A profound challenge to the very comfort we seek. What are we to make of this apparent contradiction?
One clue to the answer to this question, I believe, can be found in the reading from the Hebrew Scriptures that we heard this morning. In our reading from Genesis, God makes a covenant with Abraham— a promise to be with Abraham and his descendants from everlasting to everlasting. The key word here is covenant. A covenant is more than just a simple promise-- a one-way declaration made from one party to another. A covenant is an agreement in which both parties share responsibility. It requires some form of committment from all involved. God promises God’s steadfast love to Abraham and Sarah’s descendants from generation to generation, and from everlasting to everlasting. In exchange, God asks Abraham for obedience and faithfulness— a willingness to put God first at all times.
In our gospel reading for today, Jesus reiterates that call for obedience. Perhaps Jesus’ words seem harsh to us, but I don’t think Jesus is trying to discourage his listeners by making impossible demands. In telling his disciples that they must “hate” their fathers and mothers, brothers, sisters, and children, Jesus is using hyperbole in order to indicate that obedience to God is not something to be taken lightly. Jesus’ words remind us that in the midst of so many competing claims for our attention and loyalty, we are to put God first. We are to remember that we are indeed part of a covenant-- a covenant that requires something of us-- a covenant that asks us to enter into a relationship of mutual responsibility and accountability with our God.
So what does this covenantal responsibility to God actually look like? Is it simply that we go to church every Sunday? Is it showing up for Sunday school? Is it diligently reading scripture and making time for prayer? I think it is all of these things, but I think there is also something deeper to go along with it. The great commandment-- given by God to Moses and reiterated by Christ-- is one we all know well: You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your mind, and all your strength; and you shall love your neighbor as yourself. It is this commandment, I believe, that is at the heart of our covenantal relationship with God. To love God with all our heart, mind, and strength means that we must allow ourselves to be ruled by our love of God-- to allow ourselves to be changed by it. God’s offer of love and grace is indeed free and unconditional. But the nature of that love and grace is that if we truly accept it, we allow ourselves to become new creations in Christ. Theologian and ethicist Emilie Townes puts it this way: “at the heart of discipleship is transformation. The cost of discipleship... is engaging in a profoundly radical shift towards the ethics of Jesus with every fiber of our being.” To accept God’s gift of love and grace is to let our lives be interrupted by it. And like it or not, that interruption often takes the form of other people. Perhaps this is why the great commandment has two parts, and why they are truly inseparable. Love of God means love of neighbor. Every act of love towards a neighbor is a manifestation of our love of God. Every act of love towards a neighbor is an act of living into our covenant with God.
This leads rather conveniently into my second point, which is that the covenant we are a part of is indeed a covenant with God, but it is also a covenant with one another. In the same way that we are in a relationship of mutual responsibility and accountability with God, so too are we in relationships of mutual responsibility and accountability with one another. We pray for one another, we build each other up, we cry together, laugh together, celebrate together, and mourn together. We recognize that we are all members of one body, therefore in the words of Paul, if one member of the body suffers, all suffer together. If one member of the body is honored, all rejoice with it. Perhaps this is where that comfort of the gospel is to be found. We are, ourselves, the hands and feet of Christ. We are manifesters of God’s love and grace to one another-- taking the burdens off the shoulders of our fellow brothers and sisters and offering kindness and compassion to those who are tired or burdened. We also encourage one another in our common walk of discipleship. In doing so, suddenly the obedience that can seem so overwhelming and even impossible on our own becomes not only possible, but dare I suggest even joyful, with the support of our fellow brothers and sisters in Christ. This is why it’s so important to be in Christian community— to be in common worship together, to be part of a small group, to engage in bible study together. These things are not just about fulfilling an obligation. It’s about living fully into our life of common discipleship and letting ourselves be truly transformed.
Finally, this notion of covenantal responsibility extends beyond the four walls of this church, or of any one church. Jesus’ call to discipleship means we are called to be manifesters of God’s love not only to one another and our own families, but to the larger human family as well, recognizing that all people are beloved children of God.
When I was reflecting this week about what this might mean in today’s world, I kept coming back to one particular issue that has been on my mind and heart a lot lately. I’m sure that most of you at this point have heard about the proposed Islamic community center in Lower Manhattan. It’s been dubbed by the media as the “ground zero mosque.” Regardless of what one thinks about the location of the community center, what has truly disturbed me in all of this has been the hateful rhetoric and violent behavior that has arisen as a kind of side-effect of this debate. Last week in New York City a Muslim cab driver was the victim of a random hate crime. Also last week there was a case of arson in Tennessee by those protesting the expansion of an already existing Islamic cultural center. In Florida, a pastor is planning to commemorate 9/11 this year by organizing a “Koran burning.” Now I cannot assume to know the mind of God-- none of us can. However, I believe that this current wave of anti-Muslim speech, violence, and vandalism is not how God would have us live out our end of the covenant. I believe that living out our end of the covenant— in this case-- means standing up against those who would promote suspicion or intolerance towards those who are different. Living out our end of the covenent means standing up to be voices of love and reason rather than hate or fear. Our responsibility to the larger human family-- in this case-- extends beyond those in Christian community. It extends to those who— though they may not share our faith— are never-the-less fellow human beings deserving of dignity and respect. For me, having experienced God’s love and grace in my own life, I cannot stand aside and be silent while others promote hate and intolerance— especially when they do so in the name of God.
As Christians, I believe part of our covenantal responsibility as disciples of the Prince of Peace is to spread love where there is hate, spread peace where there is violence, and be agents of Christ’s reconciliation in the world. Our covenant with God means that we are partners with God in the work of mending creation. As we approach the anniversary of 9/11 this year, shouldn’t our focus be on the things that bind us together? Those aspects of our various religions that beseech us to live in peace with one another?
Of course this is just one example of how our covenant calls us towards a commitment to the larger human family. It’s an example that works for me. But certainly there are countless other ways we are called to join in the work of mending creation. The question is-- are we willing to follow the path of discipleship to do that work? If Christ but calls our name, are we willing to go where we don’t know and risk never being the same?
As we approach the beginning of a new church year, we are called to think more deeply about our own responsibilities as Christians in this often beautiful, often broken world. We are called to think about what it means to live a Christian life and what it means to live a life of true discipleship. I think it can be an exciting time, for we have the opportunity of renewing our commitment to God, and renewing our commitment to lives that bear the fruits of love. My challenge this morning is to spend some time this week thinking about how we-- as unique and precious members of the body of Christ-- can work towards bearing the fruit of a covenant based on love and grace. That is the challenge. The encouragement is this: God has promised to be with us always. As long as we accept that gift, we NEVER walk alone. We walk united with God. We walk together with one another. In covenant. From everlasting, to everlasting.
These are familiar questions in our culture. Frequently, our decisions on a daily basis will lead us to ask one of these questions: How much does it cost? What’s the bottom line? We live in a culture which constantly barrages us with messages about how to spend our time and money— messages about where to invest, where to shop,and what to buy. Is it any wonder then, that when it comes to matters of faith, many of us would like to have a little break from the endless cost-analysis of our daily lives. And for good reason. After all, don’t we believe in a God who offers salvation to all? A gift offered to us free of charge whether we are rich or poor-- regardless of skin color or nationality, economic status or education. We proclaim in our prayers that there is nothing we can do to make God love us less, and nothing we can do to make God love us more. God just loves us-- as we are. And so perhaps it stops us in our tracks a little bit to read passages like the one we heard this morning in Luke’s gospel, where Jesus tells his disciples that to follow in his footsteps does indeed have a significant cost. There is in fact something profound required of us if we want to be disciples of Christ.
In some ways, it’s a troubling passage. Jesus says that we are to “hate” our father and mother, our brothers and sisters, even our own children! We must be willing to take up the cross, Jesus says. So how do we reconcile these seemingly harsh demands with what we’ve come to believe about God’s offer of unconditional love and grace?
Reverend Joseph Harvard notes the paradoxical nature of this question in the following story:
A woman is walking by a church. The words on the marquee capture her attention: “come to me, all who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” The invitation was appealing to her because she was tired. Not only was she physically tired, she was spiritually tired. She was looking for rest for her soul. But no sooner had the door shut behind her and she had taken a seat than she heard: “Take up your cross and follow me.”
We come to church seeking comfort, Reverend Harvard says, and we encounter a call to discipleship. A profound challenge to the very comfort we seek. What are we to make of this apparent contradiction?
One clue to the answer to this question, I believe, can be found in the reading from the Hebrew Scriptures that we heard this morning. In our reading from Genesis, God makes a covenant with Abraham— a promise to be with Abraham and his descendants from everlasting to everlasting. The key word here is covenant. A covenant is more than just a simple promise-- a one-way declaration made from one party to another. A covenant is an agreement in which both parties share responsibility. It requires some form of committment from all involved. God promises God’s steadfast love to Abraham and Sarah’s descendants from generation to generation, and from everlasting to everlasting. In exchange, God asks Abraham for obedience and faithfulness— a willingness to put God first at all times.
In our gospel reading for today, Jesus reiterates that call for obedience. Perhaps Jesus’ words seem harsh to us, but I don’t think Jesus is trying to discourage his listeners by making impossible demands. In telling his disciples that they must “hate” their fathers and mothers, brothers, sisters, and children, Jesus is using hyperbole in order to indicate that obedience to God is not something to be taken lightly. Jesus’ words remind us that in the midst of so many competing claims for our attention and loyalty, we are to put God first. We are to remember that we are indeed part of a covenant-- a covenant that requires something of us-- a covenant that asks us to enter into a relationship of mutual responsibility and accountability with our God.
So what does this covenantal responsibility to God actually look like? Is it simply that we go to church every Sunday? Is it showing up for Sunday school? Is it diligently reading scripture and making time for prayer? I think it is all of these things, but I think there is also something deeper to go along with it. The great commandment-- given by God to Moses and reiterated by Christ-- is one we all know well: You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your mind, and all your strength; and you shall love your neighbor as yourself. It is this commandment, I believe, that is at the heart of our covenantal relationship with God. To love God with all our heart, mind, and strength means that we must allow ourselves to be ruled by our love of God-- to allow ourselves to be changed by it. God’s offer of love and grace is indeed free and unconditional. But the nature of that love and grace is that if we truly accept it, we allow ourselves to become new creations in Christ. Theologian and ethicist Emilie Townes puts it this way: “at the heart of discipleship is transformation. The cost of discipleship... is engaging in a profoundly radical shift towards the ethics of Jesus with every fiber of our being.” To accept God’s gift of love and grace is to let our lives be interrupted by it. And like it or not, that interruption often takes the form of other people. Perhaps this is why the great commandment has two parts, and why they are truly inseparable. Love of God means love of neighbor. Every act of love towards a neighbor is a manifestation of our love of God. Every act of love towards a neighbor is an act of living into our covenant with God.
This leads rather conveniently into my second point, which is that the covenant we are a part of is indeed a covenant with God, but it is also a covenant with one another. In the same way that we are in a relationship of mutual responsibility and accountability with God, so too are we in relationships of mutual responsibility and accountability with one another. We pray for one another, we build each other up, we cry together, laugh together, celebrate together, and mourn together. We recognize that we are all members of one body, therefore in the words of Paul, if one member of the body suffers, all suffer together. If one member of the body is honored, all rejoice with it. Perhaps this is where that comfort of the gospel is to be found. We are, ourselves, the hands and feet of Christ. We are manifesters of God’s love and grace to one another-- taking the burdens off the shoulders of our fellow brothers and sisters and offering kindness and compassion to those who are tired or burdened. We also encourage one another in our common walk of discipleship. In doing so, suddenly the obedience that can seem so overwhelming and even impossible on our own becomes not only possible, but dare I suggest even joyful, with the support of our fellow brothers and sisters in Christ. This is why it’s so important to be in Christian community— to be in common worship together, to be part of a small group, to engage in bible study together. These things are not just about fulfilling an obligation. It’s about living fully into our life of common discipleship and letting ourselves be truly transformed.
Finally, this notion of covenantal responsibility extends beyond the four walls of this church, or of any one church. Jesus’ call to discipleship means we are called to be manifesters of God’s love not only to one another and our own families, but to the larger human family as well, recognizing that all people are beloved children of God.
When I was reflecting this week about what this might mean in today’s world, I kept coming back to one particular issue that has been on my mind and heart a lot lately. I’m sure that most of you at this point have heard about the proposed Islamic community center in Lower Manhattan. It’s been dubbed by the media as the “ground zero mosque.” Regardless of what one thinks about the location of the community center, what has truly disturbed me in all of this has been the hateful rhetoric and violent behavior that has arisen as a kind of side-effect of this debate. Last week in New York City a Muslim cab driver was the victim of a random hate crime. Also last week there was a case of arson in Tennessee by those protesting the expansion of an already existing Islamic cultural center. In Florida, a pastor is planning to commemorate 9/11 this year by organizing a “Koran burning.” Now I cannot assume to know the mind of God-- none of us can. However, I believe that this current wave of anti-Muslim speech, violence, and vandalism is not how God would have us live out our end of the covenant. I believe that living out our end of the covenant— in this case-- means standing up against those who would promote suspicion or intolerance towards those who are different. Living out our end of the covenent means standing up to be voices of love and reason rather than hate or fear. Our responsibility to the larger human family-- in this case-- extends beyond those in Christian community. It extends to those who— though they may not share our faith— are never-the-less fellow human beings deserving of dignity and respect. For me, having experienced God’s love and grace in my own life, I cannot stand aside and be silent while others promote hate and intolerance— especially when they do so in the name of God.
As Christians, I believe part of our covenantal responsibility as disciples of the Prince of Peace is to spread love where there is hate, spread peace where there is violence, and be agents of Christ’s reconciliation in the world. Our covenant with God means that we are partners with God in the work of mending creation. As we approach the anniversary of 9/11 this year, shouldn’t our focus be on the things that bind us together? Those aspects of our various religions that beseech us to live in peace with one another?
Of course this is just one example of how our covenant calls us towards a commitment to the larger human family. It’s an example that works for me. But certainly there are countless other ways we are called to join in the work of mending creation. The question is-- are we willing to follow the path of discipleship to do that work? If Christ but calls our name, are we willing to go where we don’t know and risk never being the same?
As we approach the beginning of a new church year, we are called to think more deeply about our own responsibilities as Christians in this often beautiful, often broken world. We are called to think about what it means to live a Christian life and what it means to live a life of true discipleship. I think it can be an exciting time, for we have the opportunity of renewing our commitment to God, and renewing our commitment to lives that bear the fruits of love. My challenge this morning is to spend some time this week thinking about how we-- as unique and precious members of the body of Christ-- can work towards bearing the fruit of a covenant based on love and grace. That is the challenge. The encouragement is this: God has promised to be with us always. As long as we accept that gift, we NEVER walk alone. We walk united with God. We walk together with one another. In covenant. From everlasting, to everlasting.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Yearning for Healing and Wholeness: A Sermon on Luke 13:10-17
One of the hardest things I have ever had to do, is something I did two summers ago. As part of my ordination process, I was required to spend a summer working as a hospital chaplain. The hospital I ended up at was a large, bustling, public hospital. It was also level one-trauma center— which meant that all of the worst accidents in the area ended up at this particular hospital. As I started the summer, I was terrified. Mostly, I was terrified to be on call— having to respond to whatever came into the emergency room at any hour of the day or night. Gunshot wounds, car accidents, motorcycle accidents-- you name it, I saw it. Yet while those first few on-call experiences were indeed terrifying, as it turned out, that wasn’t the hardest thing I had to do that summer. The hardest thing about that summer was my experience working on the oncology and intensive care units. For while there were many patients who would come in for treatment and leave a few days later, there were many other patients who were there day after day-- not getting any better. Sometimes, their families would ask me to pray for them— to pray for a miracle— a cure. I would comply, yet day after day, despite our prayers, I would watch patients continue to decline in health and their families continue to suffer. Other times, the patients themselves would confide in me about their anger with God. Why was this happening to them? What had they done to deserve this suffering? Why hadn’t God answered their prayers for healing? What were they doing wrong?
These were the questions that haunted me over the course of the summer. These were the questions that challenged me more than anything else I experienced. This morning’s gospel story— for me-- calls to mind those experiences. It calls to mind those questions about prayer and healing, miracles and human suffering.
It’s a familiar scene— our gospel reading this morning. Jesus crosses paths with someone who is in need of healing. And despite the restriction of not working on the Sabbath, Jesus doesn’t hesitate to heal the woman of her ailment. It’s a familiar scene because time and time again, in every gospel, Jesus does not fail to work anything short of a miracle when he encounters those who are sick and suffering. Every single time-- he provides a miraculous cure— one that wipes away any trace of illness or deformity.
I have to admit that when I was working in the hospital, I often found myself frustrated by this familiar narrative. Especially when confronted with patients and families who wanted to know why God wasn’t answering their prayers. And so the question I found myself asking that summer, and the question I often find myself asking when confronted with these miracle stories is: how do we, as Christians who believe in the healing power of God, make sense of all those times when continued woundedness and brokenness-- not miraculous cures -- seem to be the result of our prayers?
A number of weeks ago, in the Thursday morning bible study that happens here at First United Methodist Church, the subject came up of the difference between praying for a cure and praying for healing. One member of the group gave an example from a film called “The Robe”-- which takes place after Jesus’ death and centers around a Roman centurion who wins the robe worn by Jesus during the crucifixion. In one very powerful scene in the movie, the centurion comes across a character by the name of Miriam. Miriam is filled with love and light-- she is an inspiration to those around her. Her community sees her as an example of Jesus’ miraculous healing power. Miriam also happens to be crippled. And so the centurion is mystified by Miriam and the claims made by her community. “How is it,” he asks, “that you claim she has been miraculously healed?! She’s a cripple! Can’t you see that??” An elder in the community explains to the centurion that since she was paralyzed at a young age, Miriam had been bitter and hateful for most of her life. She had affected everyone around her with her envy and malice. But one day, in their small town of Cana, there was a wedding. Everyone in the town went— everyone except Miriam. She stayed at home-- bitter and weeping— for what man would ever ask to marry her? But when her parents returned home from the wedding, they found Miriam changed. She was smiling, singing, and full of joy. “Was Jesus at the wedding?” the Centurion asked. “Yes,” the elder said, “but he came late.”
The healing that Miriam receives is no less miraculous than the one we read about in the Gospel story for today. It is not a healing that takes away her physical suffering and limitation. Rather, it is something perhaps even more remarkable— it is a healing of her soul. “He could have healed my body,” Miriam explains to the centurion, “but he did something even better for me. He made me an agent of his word. He left me as I am, so that all others like me would know that their misfortune needn’t deprive them of happiness, or their place in God’s kingdom.”
One thing that this story illustrates to me quite profoundly is that all too often, we allow ourselves to get caught up in a rather narrow understanding of what it means to be healed. But here’s the thing— God does not always heal in the way we expect or demand. And a healing does not always amount to a cure. A healing does not always amount to God delivering us from every trace of what ails us.
I want to counter this fictional film illustration with a real-life story about a man named Anthony. Anthony was diagnosed at the age of 16 with Systemic Lupus Erythemetosis. He was told as a teenager that he would not live beyond the age of 25, and that given the deterioration of his hipbones, he would likely be confined to a wheelchair until his early death. After his diagnosis, Anthony prayed for healing. But when Anthony failed to miraculously recover from his illness, His friends at the charismatic church he attended insisted there must be something wrong with him-- some hidden sin he had yet to confess or something deficient in his faith. As a teenager, this sent Anthony on a downward spiral of questioning and doubt. That questioning, however, ultimately led him to study theology, enter seminary, receive a master of divinity degree, and eventually obtain a PhD. Contrary to what the doctors told him, Anthony lived beyond the 25-year mark. He met the love of his life, got married, and had three children. Now in his 50’s, Anthony is indeed confined to a wheelchair. And so the miracle of his healing is perhaps not immediately apparent to those who would just pass him by on the street. However, anyone who knows him knows that he has indeed experienced the healing grace of the Holy Spirit. It is because of the healing grace of God that he has been able to live a full life despite his disability. It is because of the healing grace of God that he learned to help others who suffer from physical and mental disabilities. He has become an inspiration for many who might otherwise have given in to bitterness or despair.
By the way, there is at least one character in scripture who has a story that mirrors that of Anthony and Miriam. The apostle Paul writes in his second letter to the Corinthians that he was given a thorn in his side— something that plagued him a great deal. We don’t know what this “thorn” was, but we do know that Paul appealed to the Lord multiple times for it to be taken away. Whatever it was, it was something that burdened him deeply. But eventually, Paul comes to realize that the healing he has been pleading for has already been given to him. Unlike the woman from our gospel reading, Paul is not cured. The thorn in his side does not leave him. Nevertheless, he experiences the healing power of God’s grace. He remains to this day one of the most powerful witnesses to the gospel that there has ever been. His writing on the power of grace and faith in the midst of suffering can offer us great comfort. “We do not lose heart,” he says, “because we look not at what can be seen, but at what cannot be seen; for what can be seen is temporary, but what cannot be seen is eternal.”
I would imagine that almost all of us have some aspect of our lives in which a “healing” is needed. Some “thorn in our side” that we wish the Lord would take away. Maybe we suffer from chronic pain, or perhaps we’ve experienced depression or some other mental illness. Perhaps there has been a traumatic event in our lives that has kept us enslaved to feelings of fear, bitterness, or resentment. In some way or another, I suspect we can all relate to the woman from the gospel this morning— bent over, struggling under the weight of what ails us, unable to see the sun. We pray consistently for God to cure us and to take away that which ails us. But it may be that God is already sending healing grace into our lives— perhaps in unexpected ways. It may be that while there are aspects of our lives that are difficult, we are intended sometimes not to be rid of them, but to allow Jesus to walk with us as we go through them. For only then do we come out on the other side--healed in ways that we could never have imagined.
I believe this also goes beyond our mere personal lives. We can get discouraged that our prayers for peace and justice, for example, seem to be met only with more violence, more war, and more suffering in the world. But despite the fact that war and violence persist— there is also healing and grace to be found. Healing, for example, in a unified South Africa where once racism and apartheid ruled. Healing in Rwanda— a country once torn apart by genocide— now one of the most peaceful and prosperous countries in Africa. Healing in the middle east, where despite ongoing hostility between Israeli and Palestinian governments, a group of individuals from both sides called the Bereaved Families Forum are bonding together to promote reconciliation, forgiveness, and peace. And so yes, there is war and violence. Yes, there is brokenness and hurt, disease and dis-ease in the world. But I have a feeling, that if we let ourselves be opened up to the spirit, we can see that healing is, actually, all around us. It is ongoing. It is within each of us. And if we allow it to be, that healing which is within us, can transform us, and thus begin to transform and heal the world.
As the apostle Paul says— we are to be agents of Christ’s reconciliation in the world. And so like Miriam, like Anthony, like Paul, indeed like Christ himself— our own woundedness can often be the very thing which allows us to be a healing force for others.
We yearn— all of us do— for healing and wholeness. For ourselves, for our loved ones, and for the world. I believe that one of the greatest miracles of all is that God offers this healing to each and every one of us— without exception. I believe that even in the midst of brokenness, there is hope to be found. A hope which can be summed up for me in four words: we are never alone. God does not abandon us in our suffering— God walks with us. And just as God walks with us in our suffering, we can then find the strength to walk with others in theirs-- allowing the hope given to us by the gospel to heal not only us, but to begin that great and grace-filled work of healing all of creation.
These were the questions that haunted me over the course of the summer. These were the questions that challenged me more than anything else I experienced. This morning’s gospel story— for me-- calls to mind those experiences. It calls to mind those questions about prayer and healing, miracles and human suffering.
It’s a familiar scene— our gospel reading this morning. Jesus crosses paths with someone who is in need of healing. And despite the restriction of not working on the Sabbath, Jesus doesn’t hesitate to heal the woman of her ailment. It’s a familiar scene because time and time again, in every gospel, Jesus does not fail to work anything short of a miracle when he encounters those who are sick and suffering. Every single time-- he provides a miraculous cure— one that wipes away any trace of illness or deformity.
I have to admit that when I was working in the hospital, I often found myself frustrated by this familiar narrative. Especially when confronted with patients and families who wanted to know why God wasn’t answering their prayers. And so the question I found myself asking that summer, and the question I often find myself asking when confronted with these miracle stories is: how do we, as Christians who believe in the healing power of God, make sense of all those times when continued woundedness and brokenness-- not miraculous cures -- seem to be the result of our prayers?
A number of weeks ago, in the Thursday morning bible study that happens here at First United Methodist Church, the subject came up of the difference between praying for a cure and praying for healing. One member of the group gave an example from a film called “The Robe”-- which takes place after Jesus’ death and centers around a Roman centurion who wins the robe worn by Jesus during the crucifixion. In one very powerful scene in the movie, the centurion comes across a character by the name of Miriam. Miriam is filled with love and light-- she is an inspiration to those around her. Her community sees her as an example of Jesus’ miraculous healing power. Miriam also happens to be crippled. And so the centurion is mystified by Miriam and the claims made by her community. “How is it,” he asks, “that you claim she has been miraculously healed?! She’s a cripple! Can’t you see that??” An elder in the community explains to the centurion that since she was paralyzed at a young age, Miriam had been bitter and hateful for most of her life. She had affected everyone around her with her envy and malice. But one day, in their small town of Cana, there was a wedding. Everyone in the town went— everyone except Miriam. She stayed at home-- bitter and weeping— for what man would ever ask to marry her? But when her parents returned home from the wedding, they found Miriam changed. She was smiling, singing, and full of joy. “Was Jesus at the wedding?” the Centurion asked. “Yes,” the elder said, “but he came late.”
The healing that Miriam receives is no less miraculous than the one we read about in the Gospel story for today. It is not a healing that takes away her physical suffering and limitation. Rather, it is something perhaps even more remarkable— it is a healing of her soul. “He could have healed my body,” Miriam explains to the centurion, “but he did something even better for me. He made me an agent of his word. He left me as I am, so that all others like me would know that their misfortune needn’t deprive them of happiness, or their place in God’s kingdom.”
One thing that this story illustrates to me quite profoundly is that all too often, we allow ourselves to get caught up in a rather narrow understanding of what it means to be healed. But here’s the thing— God does not always heal in the way we expect or demand. And a healing does not always amount to a cure. A healing does not always amount to God delivering us from every trace of what ails us.
I want to counter this fictional film illustration with a real-life story about a man named Anthony. Anthony was diagnosed at the age of 16 with Systemic Lupus Erythemetosis. He was told as a teenager that he would not live beyond the age of 25, and that given the deterioration of his hipbones, he would likely be confined to a wheelchair until his early death. After his diagnosis, Anthony prayed for healing. But when Anthony failed to miraculously recover from his illness, His friends at the charismatic church he attended insisted there must be something wrong with him-- some hidden sin he had yet to confess or something deficient in his faith. As a teenager, this sent Anthony on a downward spiral of questioning and doubt. That questioning, however, ultimately led him to study theology, enter seminary, receive a master of divinity degree, and eventually obtain a PhD. Contrary to what the doctors told him, Anthony lived beyond the 25-year mark. He met the love of his life, got married, and had three children. Now in his 50’s, Anthony is indeed confined to a wheelchair. And so the miracle of his healing is perhaps not immediately apparent to those who would just pass him by on the street. However, anyone who knows him knows that he has indeed experienced the healing grace of the Holy Spirit. It is because of the healing grace of God that he has been able to live a full life despite his disability. It is because of the healing grace of God that he learned to help others who suffer from physical and mental disabilities. He has become an inspiration for many who might otherwise have given in to bitterness or despair.
By the way, there is at least one character in scripture who has a story that mirrors that of Anthony and Miriam. The apostle Paul writes in his second letter to the Corinthians that he was given a thorn in his side— something that plagued him a great deal. We don’t know what this “thorn” was, but we do know that Paul appealed to the Lord multiple times for it to be taken away. Whatever it was, it was something that burdened him deeply. But eventually, Paul comes to realize that the healing he has been pleading for has already been given to him. Unlike the woman from our gospel reading, Paul is not cured. The thorn in his side does not leave him. Nevertheless, he experiences the healing power of God’s grace. He remains to this day one of the most powerful witnesses to the gospel that there has ever been. His writing on the power of grace and faith in the midst of suffering can offer us great comfort. “We do not lose heart,” he says, “because we look not at what can be seen, but at what cannot be seen; for what can be seen is temporary, but what cannot be seen is eternal.”
I would imagine that almost all of us have some aspect of our lives in which a “healing” is needed. Some “thorn in our side” that we wish the Lord would take away. Maybe we suffer from chronic pain, or perhaps we’ve experienced depression or some other mental illness. Perhaps there has been a traumatic event in our lives that has kept us enslaved to feelings of fear, bitterness, or resentment. In some way or another, I suspect we can all relate to the woman from the gospel this morning— bent over, struggling under the weight of what ails us, unable to see the sun. We pray consistently for God to cure us and to take away that which ails us. But it may be that God is already sending healing grace into our lives— perhaps in unexpected ways. It may be that while there are aspects of our lives that are difficult, we are intended sometimes not to be rid of them, but to allow Jesus to walk with us as we go through them. For only then do we come out on the other side--healed in ways that we could never have imagined.
I believe this also goes beyond our mere personal lives. We can get discouraged that our prayers for peace and justice, for example, seem to be met only with more violence, more war, and more suffering in the world. But despite the fact that war and violence persist— there is also healing and grace to be found. Healing, for example, in a unified South Africa where once racism and apartheid ruled. Healing in Rwanda— a country once torn apart by genocide— now one of the most peaceful and prosperous countries in Africa. Healing in the middle east, where despite ongoing hostility between Israeli and Palestinian governments, a group of individuals from both sides called the Bereaved Families Forum are bonding together to promote reconciliation, forgiveness, and peace. And so yes, there is war and violence. Yes, there is brokenness and hurt, disease and dis-ease in the world. But I have a feeling, that if we let ourselves be opened up to the spirit, we can see that healing is, actually, all around us. It is ongoing. It is within each of us. And if we allow it to be, that healing which is within us, can transform us, and thus begin to transform and heal the world.
As the apostle Paul says— we are to be agents of Christ’s reconciliation in the world. And so like Miriam, like Anthony, like Paul, indeed like Christ himself— our own woundedness can often be the very thing which allows us to be a healing force for others.
We yearn— all of us do— for healing and wholeness. For ourselves, for our loved ones, and for the world. I believe that one of the greatest miracles of all is that God offers this healing to each and every one of us— without exception. I believe that even in the midst of brokenness, there is hope to be found. A hope which can be summed up for me in four words: we are never alone. God does not abandon us in our suffering— God walks with us. And just as God walks with us in our suffering, we can then find the strength to walk with others in theirs-- allowing the hope given to us by the gospel to heal not only us, but to begin that great and grace-filled work of healing all of creation.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Admitting What We Know: Luke 12:13-21
We live in anxious times. We live in a time when we are anxious about money, our jobs, our homes, and our children’s futures. Amidst such anxiety, chapter 12 of the gospel of Luke-- from which we read this morning-- has some extraordinarily relevant words of comfort. In the 12th chapter of Luke we read that God’s concern for humanity is so great, that God knows even how many hairs are on our head. Chapter 12 of Luke also contains that famous passage which tells us not to worry about our lives-- what we will eat, or what we will wear-- for life is more than food, and the body is more than clothing. "Do not be afraid little flock"-- Jesus says to his disciples-- "for it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom.” Comforting words, indeed, for people living in anxious times.
In our passage for today, however, sandwiched between these wonderful words of comfort, we find ourselves a little bit of a challenge. We read of a man who is also anxious. He comes to Jesus with a problem— he is fighting over his inheritance with his brother, and wishes Jesus to step in and mediate. But, as is so often the case, Jesus does not do what is expected or demanded of him. Jesus refuses to be the arbitrator, and instead of course, what does he do? He tells a parable. He reminds his listeners of that age-old truism-- that material wealth isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. It’s a story about the folly of that longstanding myth that material wealth will bring us happiness, security, and fulfillment. The idea that if we just had enough money, We would be happier. If we could just make a little more, we would be secure. But Jesus warns his followers against exactly that kind of thinking, instructing them that one’s life does not consist in the abundance of possessions.
This is all well and good, and I certainly believe this to be true. Yet as I prepared for this morning’s sermon, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was a certain absurdity to this parable given the anxiety of the times in which we currently live. Is it absurd-- I wondered-- to talk about amassing unhealthy amounts of personal material wealth in the midst of an economic crisis that has left over 8 million people unemployed? Is it absurd to talk about the folly of storing up riches when over one million families have lost their homes, and many more struggle to pay their mortgage and put food on the table? Outside our own country, nearly half the world’s population lives on less than two or three dollars a day. Is it absurd to talk about having too much, when so many people have so little?
In the context of a continuing economic crisis, when so many people are struggling just to get by-- in the midst of so much cultural anxiety about whether or not we will be able to take care of ourselves and future generations-- I find myself asking the question: what does this story have to say to us here and now? Where do we find ourselves in this parable?
Upon reflection, I think perhaps one clue to the answer to this question lies in the very last line of the passage. Jesus explains that the man is a fool because he has stored up treasures for himself but was not rich towards God. Unfortunately Jesus doesn't give much of an explanation in this particular passage as to exactly what it means to be rich towards God. But I think if we look at the larger message of the Gospel of Luke, we can begin to understand just what Jesus means by this idea of richness towards God.
One of the overwhelming themes found in the Gospel of Luke is the injunction to care for the poor and needy among us-- the claim that God will lift up the lowly and fill the hungry with good things. Throughout the gospel of Luke we are called to a kind of radical re-orientation of our lives-- a re-orientation away from ourselves and the kind of false security that we think money can buy. We are called to strive-- not for material riches-- but rather for richness of the heart. Richness of those values that we proclaim to be at the very heart of God. Values such as compassion, generosity, mercy, and love of neighbor. Richness towards God requires an orientation that recognizes that we cannot be concerned only with ourselves and our own security. We are meant to live our lives in community with others— recognizing our interconnection and interdependence.
And so in this way we can begin to understand the idea of what it means to be rich towards God-- at least on an individual level. We can understand that there are in fact a number of ways that we can be like the rich fool-- even if we aren’t rich— and even if we are simply trying to get by. Because at the end of the day, this isn’t really a story about how much we have or don’t have. It’s not so much about whether we are rich or poor, or somewhere in between. It’s about how we orient ourselves in the world. Theologian Audrey West puts it this way: “this parable calls on all, rich or poor alike, to reflect carefully about what we want and why we want it. Are our desires driven by a determination to store up treasures for our own pleasure, or are they driven by our understanding of God’s true purpose in our life? Will we measure our lives by the standards of the media, seducing us to want more and more, or by the call of the gospel to be rich towards God?”
If we are serious about seeking to bring about the kingdom of God here and now— and I think many of us are serious about that-- we must be concerned not only with our own good— but the common good. We must be concerned— not only with our own personal happiness and fulfillment-- but the happiness and fulfillment of all of God’s children.
Which brings me to my second point, which is that while there are ways we understand this idea of richness towards God as individuals-- the values we cultivate in our hearts and the way we orient ourselves as individuals— I think that in many ways, the rich fool also represents how we tend to act as a society— our collective attitude as a nation towards wealth and prosperity.
A number of years ago, before the economic crisis, a certain CEO compared the collective attitude of our country to a man jumping off of a very high cliff. The man feels like he is flying at first-- he feels the wind on his face and the sun on his back. But the man is a fool-- because he is actually in a free fall. He just doesn’t know it yet, because the ground is so far away. Well— that comparison was in the 1990’s, and the CEO turned out to be right. We were, collectively, a bit like the rich fool in the parable-- not realizing we were falling off the cliff, and that all the prosperity we were enjoying as a nation would be taken from us almost in an instant. We had let ourselves get so carried away with the idea that our prosperity could make us secure, that we had no idea we were in a free fall until we hit the ground.
Even now, as a society, we are so hesitant to let go of these myths of materialism and self-sufficiency. We are so hesitant to admit to ourselves what we already know. We all know that we can’t buy or spend our way to happiness. We know that material success and prosperity will not help us to cheat death, or give us security from those aspects of life that are no respecters of class or bank accounts. And yet, time and time again, it seems that we continue to let ourselves fall into the isolating myths of consumerism and materialism.
We hear quotes on the news from those who say that to care about the common good means we are slipping into some kind of dangerous political ideology such as communism or socialism. This kind of thinking, I believe, comes out of our anxiety and fear. Because to care about the common good doesn't mean that we have to embrace any one particular political ideology. To care about the common good means only that we are embracing the values as a society that make us rich towards God. I think that as religious people, we can reclaim this language of the common good. Not as political language, but as moral language. Language which reflects our foundational belief that all people are created in the image of God. Language that reflects God's call to care for the poor, and to love our neighbor. Language which recognizes that more meaningful than any kind of material abundance is the abundance that comes out of our relationships with others, the abundance we find together in community, and above all-- the abundance which comes out of our relationship with God.
This is the kind of wisdom that can seem frustratingly obvious sometimes. We can beat ourselves up for letting ourselves get carried away-- time and time again-- by our fear and anxiety. But admitting what we know is difficult because it truly is a counter-cultural message, it truly is a radical re-orientation. All around us, we hear messages telling us to buy more and to spend more. Economists on the news tell us that the way back to financial security as a nation is to use our credit cards, buy more material goods, and to build up the church of consumerism. But to admit to what we know— that we can’t buy our way to security, and that we need each other more than we need more stuff— that is what it means to live into Jesus’ command to be rich towards God. This may be the first and most important step in building up the kingdom of God. Because we can’t change the world until we change ourselves. That is the challenge for all of us as individuals— and then as communities-- regardless of where we sit on the economic spectrum.
We may live in anxious times. We may worry from time to time, and that’s okay. But it’s important not to let our worries and anxieties blind us from the needs of others, or isolate us from our loved ones and our communities. It’s important not to let our anxiety blind us to the truth we already know— that truth which is proclaimed so profoundly in the 12th chapter of the Gospel of Luke-- which is that God is our refuge and our strength. It is in God that we find true security. And it is in the gift of the Holy Spirit-- which infuses our communities-- that we find true richness and abundance.
In our passage for today, however, sandwiched between these wonderful words of comfort, we find ourselves a little bit of a challenge. We read of a man who is also anxious. He comes to Jesus with a problem— he is fighting over his inheritance with his brother, and wishes Jesus to step in and mediate. But, as is so often the case, Jesus does not do what is expected or demanded of him. Jesus refuses to be the arbitrator, and instead of course, what does he do? He tells a parable. He reminds his listeners of that age-old truism-- that material wealth isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. It’s a story about the folly of that longstanding myth that material wealth will bring us happiness, security, and fulfillment. The idea that if we just had enough money, We would be happier. If we could just make a little more, we would be secure. But Jesus warns his followers against exactly that kind of thinking, instructing them that one’s life does not consist in the abundance of possessions.
This is all well and good, and I certainly believe this to be true. Yet as I prepared for this morning’s sermon, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was a certain absurdity to this parable given the anxiety of the times in which we currently live. Is it absurd-- I wondered-- to talk about amassing unhealthy amounts of personal material wealth in the midst of an economic crisis that has left over 8 million people unemployed? Is it absurd to talk about the folly of storing up riches when over one million families have lost their homes, and many more struggle to pay their mortgage and put food on the table? Outside our own country, nearly half the world’s population lives on less than two or three dollars a day. Is it absurd to talk about having too much, when so many people have so little?
In the context of a continuing economic crisis, when so many people are struggling just to get by-- in the midst of so much cultural anxiety about whether or not we will be able to take care of ourselves and future generations-- I find myself asking the question: what does this story have to say to us here and now? Where do we find ourselves in this parable?
Upon reflection, I think perhaps one clue to the answer to this question lies in the very last line of the passage. Jesus explains that the man is a fool because he has stored up treasures for himself but was not rich towards God. Unfortunately Jesus doesn't give much of an explanation in this particular passage as to exactly what it means to be rich towards God. But I think if we look at the larger message of the Gospel of Luke, we can begin to understand just what Jesus means by this idea of richness towards God.
One of the overwhelming themes found in the Gospel of Luke is the injunction to care for the poor and needy among us-- the claim that God will lift up the lowly and fill the hungry with good things. Throughout the gospel of Luke we are called to a kind of radical re-orientation of our lives-- a re-orientation away from ourselves and the kind of false security that we think money can buy. We are called to strive-- not for material riches-- but rather for richness of the heart. Richness of those values that we proclaim to be at the very heart of God. Values such as compassion, generosity, mercy, and love of neighbor. Richness towards God requires an orientation that recognizes that we cannot be concerned only with ourselves and our own security. We are meant to live our lives in community with others— recognizing our interconnection and interdependence.
And so in this way we can begin to understand the idea of what it means to be rich towards God-- at least on an individual level. We can understand that there are in fact a number of ways that we can be like the rich fool-- even if we aren’t rich— and even if we are simply trying to get by. Because at the end of the day, this isn’t really a story about how much we have or don’t have. It’s not so much about whether we are rich or poor, or somewhere in between. It’s about how we orient ourselves in the world. Theologian Audrey West puts it this way: “this parable calls on all, rich or poor alike, to reflect carefully about what we want and why we want it. Are our desires driven by a determination to store up treasures for our own pleasure, or are they driven by our understanding of God’s true purpose in our life? Will we measure our lives by the standards of the media, seducing us to want more and more, or by the call of the gospel to be rich towards God?”
If we are serious about seeking to bring about the kingdom of God here and now— and I think many of us are serious about that-- we must be concerned not only with our own good— but the common good. We must be concerned— not only with our own personal happiness and fulfillment-- but the happiness and fulfillment of all of God’s children.
Which brings me to my second point, which is that while there are ways we understand this idea of richness towards God as individuals-- the values we cultivate in our hearts and the way we orient ourselves as individuals— I think that in many ways, the rich fool also represents how we tend to act as a society— our collective attitude as a nation towards wealth and prosperity.
A number of years ago, before the economic crisis, a certain CEO compared the collective attitude of our country to a man jumping off of a very high cliff. The man feels like he is flying at first-- he feels the wind on his face and the sun on his back. But the man is a fool-- because he is actually in a free fall. He just doesn’t know it yet, because the ground is so far away. Well— that comparison was in the 1990’s, and the CEO turned out to be right. We were, collectively, a bit like the rich fool in the parable-- not realizing we were falling off the cliff, and that all the prosperity we were enjoying as a nation would be taken from us almost in an instant. We had let ourselves get so carried away with the idea that our prosperity could make us secure, that we had no idea we were in a free fall until we hit the ground.
Even now, as a society, we are so hesitant to let go of these myths of materialism and self-sufficiency. We are so hesitant to admit to ourselves what we already know. We all know that we can’t buy or spend our way to happiness. We know that material success and prosperity will not help us to cheat death, or give us security from those aspects of life that are no respecters of class or bank accounts. And yet, time and time again, it seems that we continue to let ourselves fall into the isolating myths of consumerism and materialism.
We hear quotes on the news from those who say that to care about the common good means we are slipping into some kind of dangerous political ideology such as communism or socialism. This kind of thinking, I believe, comes out of our anxiety and fear. Because to care about the common good doesn't mean that we have to embrace any one particular political ideology. To care about the common good means only that we are embracing the values as a society that make us rich towards God. I think that as religious people, we can reclaim this language of the common good. Not as political language, but as moral language. Language which reflects our foundational belief that all people are created in the image of God. Language that reflects God's call to care for the poor, and to love our neighbor. Language which recognizes that more meaningful than any kind of material abundance is the abundance that comes out of our relationships with others, the abundance we find together in community, and above all-- the abundance which comes out of our relationship with God.
This is the kind of wisdom that can seem frustratingly obvious sometimes. We can beat ourselves up for letting ourselves get carried away-- time and time again-- by our fear and anxiety. But admitting what we know is difficult because it truly is a counter-cultural message, it truly is a radical re-orientation. All around us, we hear messages telling us to buy more and to spend more. Economists on the news tell us that the way back to financial security as a nation is to use our credit cards, buy more material goods, and to build up the church of consumerism. But to admit to what we know— that we can’t buy our way to security, and that we need each other more than we need more stuff— that is what it means to live into Jesus’ command to be rich towards God. This may be the first and most important step in building up the kingdom of God. Because we can’t change the world until we change ourselves. That is the challenge for all of us as individuals— and then as communities-- regardless of where we sit on the economic spectrum.
We may live in anxious times. We may worry from time to time, and that’s okay. But it’s important not to let our worries and anxieties blind us from the needs of others, or isolate us from our loved ones and our communities. It’s important not to let our anxiety blind us to the truth we already know— that truth which is proclaimed so profoundly in the 12th chapter of the Gospel of Luke-- which is that God is our refuge and our strength. It is in God that we find true security. And it is in the gift of the Holy Spirit-- which infuses our communities-- that we find true richness and abundance.
Monday, July 12, 2010
The Scandal of the Good Samaritan: A Sermon on Luke 10:25-37
Who is my neighbor? This question, uttered centuries ago, provoked an answer from Jesus that is perhaps the most well-known parable in all the gospels. Any good church-goer worth his or her salt knows this story up and down, backwards and forwards. Even people who don’t go to church often probably know the story of the Good Samaritan. And so for centuries, we’ve had the answer to the question— who is my neighbor? Jesus lays it out for us in no uncertain terms. One would think, after so many hundreds of years of practice at this thing called Christianity, we would have it down. And yet, the last 2000 years of church history have been filled with violence, religious bigotry, racism, sexism, inquisitions and crusades… I could go on and on, but I think you get the point. Oftentimes, the church doesn’t seem to act very neighborly.
I think that perhaps part of the problem with a parable as famous as this one, is that our familiarity with it lends to a certain degree of dismissiveness about it. We don’t feel the need to wrestle with this story like some of the other parables, which are admittedly harder to understand. We take it for granted that we know everything there is to know about this parable. After all, it’s the story of the Good Samaritan-- it’s simple, right?
Well, it may be a simple message that Jesus is giving us this morning, but it certainly is not an easy one. And unfortunately, over the years, our familiarity has transformed this story from the radical message it once was, to a somewhat simplistic and superficial exhortation to be nice. The term Good Samaritan has become commonly understood in our culture as someone who comes to the aid of another— so much so that the term can be understood even by someone who has never gone to church. In many cities, for example, the local Good Samaritan home is probably a shelter for the homeless or disabled. Good Samaritan programs across the country are known for giving out free meals and clothing. Now there is certainly nothing wrong with the idea that we should all strive to be these kinds of Good Samaritans-- helping out those in need when we meet them on the road, or see them in our communities. Indeed it is essential that we do this kind of work, for that is the very work of the church, to be the body of Christ in the world. However, if we stop there in our understanding of this parable, we miss out on the fact that this story, as told by Jesus in the Gospel of Luke, would actually have been quite shocking to his listeners, and intensely challenging to the religious authorities and status quo of his day. To understand why Jesus’ answer would have been so shocking, one has to put oneself in the context of first century Judaism in Palestine. When we do this, we begin to understand the story a little differently.
In the opening lines of the passage for today, we read that the lawyer, after having confirmed that the most important thing he could do to receive eternal life would be to love God and love his neighbor as himself, feels the need to take the dialogue one step further: “But he, wanting to justify himself, said unto Jesus, and who is my neighbor?” In asking Jesus this question, I don’t think that the man was necessarily engaging in friendly debate. Many biblical commentators argue that at this point, the man is testing Jesus— attempting to find out if Jesus would stick to the party line. For 1st century Israelites in Palestine, a neighbor was generally defined as someone who belonged to the Jewish community. The term did not extend to gentiles or Romans, and it most certainly did not apply to Samaritans.
Jesus’ answer to the lawyer, as is so often the case, does not stick to the party line. Rather, his answer revealed the question for what it really was— an attempt to get by with an exclusive understanding of what it means to love one’s neighbor. An attempt to draw lines and boundaries around who gets to be included in the kingdom of God. Jesus’ answer goes beyond a mere exhortation to kindness or charity. Had that been his aim, he could have just have easily had the third man on the road to Jericho have been a Jewish peasant or layperson. But his illustration of the Samaritan as the good neighbor would have shocked his listeners because of how just far Samaritans lay outside the boundaries of who Jews considered to be worthy of their respect.
So who were the Samaritans? Samaritans were a mixed-race people of Assyrian and Jewish blood. As such, they followed portions of Mosaic law, but not all of it. Therefore Jews saw them as defilers of pure religion, debasers of God’s law, idolatrous, and dangerous. Over the centuries, a deep rift had developed between these two ethnic groups. Jews had destroyed the Samaritan temple in Samaria— seeing it as a house of idolatry. Samaritans had retaliated by desecrating the Jewish temple-- scattering human bones in the most sacred places. Jews would publicly curse the Samaritans, and were sure of themselves in saying that the Samaritans had no share in eternal life-- no place in the kingdom of God. A long history of violence marked the relationship between these two groups. And so, the idea that the hero of Jesus’ parable would be a Samaritan would have been unthinkable to his audience. Part of the scandal of Jesus’ message in this parable is that the lawyer is forced to learn about genuine love of neighbor from someone he considers to be an enemy.
Perhaps a telling clue as to how uncomfortable this might have been for Jesus’ listeners comes at the end of today’s passage when Jesus concludes the parable and asks the lawyer: “which of the three men was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of the robbers?” The lawyer simply says, “the one who showed him mercy.” He could not even bring himself to utter the word Samaritan.
The lawyer’s question— who is my neighbor— was not so much a sincere inquiry into the depths of the greatest commandment. Rather, it was an attempt to justify himself and his fellow leaders within the comfortable social boundaries that they had put in place— boundaries that placed themselves above all others, and kept others out of the household of God.
But Jesus changed the rules of the game. His answer was a serious challenge to the lawyer, and in fact to the entire religious institution of his day. Jesus was reminding the religious authorities of his time of the words of the prophet Isaiah: that the temple is to be a house of prayer for all people, and that the kingdom of God is open to all who serve and love the Lord. The parable of the Good Samaritan illustrates that authentic love does not discriminate— and that oftentimes we learn about God’s love from the most unlikely people in the most unlikely circumstances. Furthermore, it teaches us that we don’t get to have a say in who gets excluded from the kingdom of God. It teaches us that genuine love of God and neighbor does not tolerate boundaries that exclude others or keep people from the love of God.
Many sermons on this text ask us to imagine ourselves as one of the characters on the road to Jericho. Asking if we are more often like the priest or the Levite who passes by on the other side of the road. Or challenging us to be more like the Good Samaritan-- offering help to those who we find in need. Such exercises are helpful for awakening our conscience and making us aware of those who need compassion in our own lives and communities. However, this morning I want to suggest that we imagine ourselves in the place of the lawyer. To ask ourselves if there times when we place limits and boundaries on who is worthy of our love or compassion. Are there times when we place limits on who is worthy to be treated as a neighbor? I believe that this story challenges us to ask ourselves: who are our modern day Samaritans? Who are those in our communities or in the wider society whom we caricature in negative ways— leading us to believe that God’s love and light is not to be found in them?
If we take a step back and look at things on a broader level— it would seem that there is no shortage of examples of places where this kind of radical love of neighbor is in short supply. On the global scene, for example, relations between Christians, Muslims, and Jews remain strained in many parts of the world— despite the fact that the dual command to love God and neighbor is common to all three faiths. In our own country, following 9/11, many Christian succumbed to the politics of hate and fear, believing that anyone who followed the path of Islam was devoid of any goodness or humanity. Such fear based beliefs were evidenced in the fact that there was a dramatic rise in the number of hate crimes perpetrated against Muslims in America. Even now, almost eight years later, there remains much misunderstanding about the religion and those who practice it.
Interfaith relations is not the only place where we need to consider the impact of our deeply help prejudices towards those who are different. Long held prejudices remain in place towards members of the LGBT community, and despite all of our progress, race relations still have a long way to go. There is growing anger and bitterness towards immigrant communities in our country, and there certainly seems to be no shortage of animosity between people of differing political parties. Sometimes I think that if only there could be a revolution of radical neighbor love in Washington DC, perhaps our leaders could stop fighting amongst themselves and begin working towards solutions to some of the most pressing problems of our country.
I could go on and go, and I’m sure that all of you could name a number of examples of your own. But behind all of these examples, ultimately, it comes back to us. It comes back to you and me, and our own individual lives. Where in our own lives, our own relationships, families, or communities, do we need to infuse a little more radical love? Because at the end of the day, that’s where it starts-- with each one of us-- here and now.
The parable of the Good Samaritan challenges us to imagine that genuine goodness, morality, and love of neighbor, cannot be restricted to any one group of people. I believe that in order to fully live into our call to love God and neighbor, we cannot let the fear of those who are different from us blind us to the fact that they too are beloved children of God. And though we have many differences, the things that bind us together are infinitely more profound than the things that keep us apart.
Are we willing to take the risk of following the Samaritan into a love that has no boundaries-- no exceptions? Are we willing to take the risk of practicing a gospel of radical love and inclusion-- even if others might perceive such an action as scandalous?
This work of radical love is hard work, for it forces us out of our comfort zones. But I believe it is necessary work, for our love for God is inextricably tied to our love of neighbor. It is work that begins within each of us. Within our own hearts and minds. The work continues as we reach out to others-- especially those who are different-- especially those with whom we disagree, and especially those from whom we would most wish to keep our distance. Because in Christ, there is no east or west, no north or south. In Christ there is no Jew nor Greek, male or female. There is no black, white, red, or yellow. There is only Christ— and the Spirit of love and reconciliation that draws all of us together-- unified in the midst all of our wonderful diversity!
I think that perhaps part of the problem with a parable as famous as this one, is that our familiarity with it lends to a certain degree of dismissiveness about it. We don’t feel the need to wrestle with this story like some of the other parables, which are admittedly harder to understand. We take it for granted that we know everything there is to know about this parable. After all, it’s the story of the Good Samaritan-- it’s simple, right?
Well, it may be a simple message that Jesus is giving us this morning, but it certainly is not an easy one. And unfortunately, over the years, our familiarity has transformed this story from the radical message it once was, to a somewhat simplistic and superficial exhortation to be nice. The term Good Samaritan has become commonly understood in our culture as someone who comes to the aid of another— so much so that the term can be understood even by someone who has never gone to church. In many cities, for example, the local Good Samaritan home is probably a shelter for the homeless or disabled. Good Samaritan programs across the country are known for giving out free meals and clothing. Now there is certainly nothing wrong with the idea that we should all strive to be these kinds of Good Samaritans-- helping out those in need when we meet them on the road, or see them in our communities. Indeed it is essential that we do this kind of work, for that is the very work of the church, to be the body of Christ in the world. However, if we stop there in our understanding of this parable, we miss out on the fact that this story, as told by Jesus in the Gospel of Luke, would actually have been quite shocking to his listeners, and intensely challenging to the religious authorities and status quo of his day. To understand why Jesus’ answer would have been so shocking, one has to put oneself in the context of first century Judaism in Palestine. When we do this, we begin to understand the story a little differently.
In the opening lines of the passage for today, we read that the lawyer, after having confirmed that the most important thing he could do to receive eternal life would be to love God and love his neighbor as himself, feels the need to take the dialogue one step further: “But he, wanting to justify himself, said unto Jesus, and who is my neighbor?” In asking Jesus this question, I don’t think that the man was necessarily engaging in friendly debate. Many biblical commentators argue that at this point, the man is testing Jesus— attempting to find out if Jesus would stick to the party line. For 1st century Israelites in Palestine, a neighbor was generally defined as someone who belonged to the Jewish community. The term did not extend to gentiles or Romans, and it most certainly did not apply to Samaritans.
Jesus’ answer to the lawyer, as is so often the case, does not stick to the party line. Rather, his answer revealed the question for what it really was— an attempt to get by with an exclusive understanding of what it means to love one’s neighbor. An attempt to draw lines and boundaries around who gets to be included in the kingdom of God. Jesus’ answer goes beyond a mere exhortation to kindness or charity. Had that been his aim, he could have just have easily had the third man on the road to Jericho have been a Jewish peasant or layperson. But his illustration of the Samaritan as the good neighbor would have shocked his listeners because of how just far Samaritans lay outside the boundaries of who Jews considered to be worthy of their respect.
So who were the Samaritans? Samaritans were a mixed-race people of Assyrian and Jewish blood. As such, they followed portions of Mosaic law, but not all of it. Therefore Jews saw them as defilers of pure religion, debasers of God’s law, idolatrous, and dangerous. Over the centuries, a deep rift had developed between these two ethnic groups. Jews had destroyed the Samaritan temple in Samaria— seeing it as a house of idolatry. Samaritans had retaliated by desecrating the Jewish temple-- scattering human bones in the most sacred places. Jews would publicly curse the Samaritans, and were sure of themselves in saying that the Samaritans had no share in eternal life-- no place in the kingdom of God. A long history of violence marked the relationship between these two groups. And so, the idea that the hero of Jesus’ parable would be a Samaritan would have been unthinkable to his audience. Part of the scandal of Jesus’ message in this parable is that the lawyer is forced to learn about genuine love of neighbor from someone he considers to be an enemy.
Perhaps a telling clue as to how uncomfortable this might have been for Jesus’ listeners comes at the end of today’s passage when Jesus concludes the parable and asks the lawyer: “which of the three men was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of the robbers?” The lawyer simply says, “the one who showed him mercy.” He could not even bring himself to utter the word Samaritan.
The lawyer’s question— who is my neighbor— was not so much a sincere inquiry into the depths of the greatest commandment. Rather, it was an attempt to justify himself and his fellow leaders within the comfortable social boundaries that they had put in place— boundaries that placed themselves above all others, and kept others out of the household of God.
But Jesus changed the rules of the game. His answer was a serious challenge to the lawyer, and in fact to the entire religious institution of his day. Jesus was reminding the religious authorities of his time of the words of the prophet Isaiah: that the temple is to be a house of prayer for all people, and that the kingdom of God is open to all who serve and love the Lord. The parable of the Good Samaritan illustrates that authentic love does not discriminate— and that oftentimes we learn about God’s love from the most unlikely people in the most unlikely circumstances. Furthermore, it teaches us that we don’t get to have a say in who gets excluded from the kingdom of God. It teaches us that genuine love of God and neighbor does not tolerate boundaries that exclude others or keep people from the love of God.
Many sermons on this text ask us to imagine ourselves as one of the characters on the road to Jericho. Asking if we are more often like the priest or the Levite who passes by on the other side of the road. Or challenging us to be more like the Good Samaritan-- offering help to those who we find in need. Such exercises are helpful for awakening our conscience and making us aware of those who need compassion in our own lives and communities. However, this morning I want to suggest that we imagine ourselves in the place of the lawyer. To ask ourselves if there times when we place limits and boundaries on who is worthy of our love or compassion. Are there times when we place limits on who is worthy to be treated as a neighbor? I believe that this story challenges us to ask ourselves: who are our modern day Samaritans? Who are those in our communities or in the wider society whom we caricature in negative ways— leading us to believe that God’s love and light is not to be found in them?
If we take a step back and look at things on a broader level— it would seem that there is no shortage of examples of places where this kind of radical love of neighbor is in short supply. On the global scene, for example, relations between Christians, Muslims, and Jews remain strained in many parts of the world— despite the fact that the dual command to love God and neighbor is common to all three faiths. In our own country, following 9/11, many Christian succumbed to the politics of hate and fear, believing that anyone who followed the path of Islam was devoid of any goodness or humanity. Such fear based beliefs were evidenced in the fact that there was a dramatic rise in the number of hate crimes perpetrated against Muslims in America. Even now, almost eight years later, there remains much misunderstanding about the religion and those who practice it.
Interfaith relations is not the only place where we need to consider the impact of our deeply help prejudices towards those who are different. Long held prejudices remain in place towards members of the LGBT community, and despite all of our progress, race relations still have a long way to go. There is growing anger and bitterness towards immigrant communities in our country, and there certainly seems to be no shortage of animosity between people of differing political parties. Sometimes I think that if only there could be a revolution of radical neighbor love in Washington DC, perhaps our leaders could stop fighting amongst themselves and begin working towards solutions to some of the most pressing problems of our country.
I could go on and go, and I’m sure that all of you could name a number of examples of your own. But behind all of these examples, ultimately, it comes back to us. It comes back to you and me, and our own individual lives. Where in our own lives, our own relationships, families, or communities, do we need to infuse a little more radical love? Because at the end of the day, that’s where it starts-- with each one of us-- here and now.
The parable of the Good Samaritan challenges us to imagine that genuine goodness, morality, and love of neighbor, cannot be restricted to any one group of people. I believe that in order to fully live into our call to love God and neighbor, we cannot let the fear of those who are different from us blind us to the fact that they too are beloved children of God. And though we have many differences, the things that bind us together are infinitely more profound than the things that keep us apart.
Are we willing to take the risk of following the Samaritan into a love that has no boundaries-- no exceptions? Are we willing to take the risk of practicing a gospel of radical love and inclusion-- even if others might perceive such an action as scandalous?
This work of radical love is hard work, for it forces us out of our comfort zones. But I believe it is necessary work, for our love for God is inextricably tied to our love of neighbor. It is work that begins within each of us. Within our own hearts and minds. The work continues as we reach out to others-- especially those who are different-- especially those with whom we disagree, and especially those from whom we would most wish to keep our distance. Because in Christ, there is no east or west, no north or south. In Christ there is no Jew nor Greek, male or female. There is no black, white, red, or yellow. There is only Christ— and the Spirit of love and reconciliation that draws all of us together-- unified in the midst all of our wonderful diversity!
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Ecumenical Advocacy Days: Day Two
Wow. What a day this has been. What an incredible amount of energy and inspiration. I have listened to so many stories, heard so many testimonies, and learned so much. I have heard people talk about how they have been personally affected by immigration laws. I have heard about the root causes of migration. I have learned about Obama's less than stellar track record so far when it comes to policies in Latin America. I have learned about the challenges of refugee resettlement in this country. But perhaps most importantly, I have met so many people whose commitment to the issue of justice in immigration reform just completely humbles and inspires me. I am humbled to hear about the incredible work they do day in and day out-- tirelessly pursuing justice in the face of so many obstacles. And I am inspired to do better in my own commitment to justice. I am inspired to renew my commitment to justice advocacy in our churches, and I am reminded why it is I am going through the arduous process of ordination-- a process which so often makes me want to bury my head in the sand. But the people I have met today remind why I got on this crazy train to begin with. They inspire me to take my head out of the sand, stand up straight, and just get on with it. Because that's what needs to be done.
Early in the day, one of the speakers put it this way. He said that the push for comprehensive immigration reform is not simply about fixing a broken system. It's not just about reforming an ineffective law. It is nothing short of "fixing our nation's soul." I suppose that may seem hyperbolic to some. But after a day of hearing story upon story of families torn apart and children left without parents, after hearing about international aid that goes towards guns and helicopters rather than human development and infrastructure, and after hearing about our unwillingness as a country to take in those whose very lives are threatened in their home countries because of mere technicalities, I have to agree with this speaker's assessment. The United States sets the rules of the game, and we set the rules so that massive numbers of people cannot survive, let alone thrive, in their home countries. Yet when they arrive at our borders we shoot them, we imprison them, we deport them.
We are in a moral desert in this country. Immigration policy is one symptom of that. Unlike some other social issues that might be ambiguous in terms of biblical precedent, the bible is very clear about how we are to treat "aliens" in our midst. Throughout the Hebrew Scriptures, the Israelites are instructed to care for the stranger and the foreigner, and to remember that they themselves were once living as slaves in a foreign land. If we, as God's people, refuse to listen to the cry of the poor, our own cries will not be heard (Proverbs 21:15). The book of Hebrews in the New Testament tells that when we welcome a stranger, we may be entertaining an angel without knowing it (Hebrews 13:2). Jesus himself told his followers that what we do for the "least of these" we do for him. I'm not sure that anyone can really argue that those who cross the border out of the sheer desperation of poverty don't fit the Bible's description of "the least of these."
So the bible is clear. Let me be clear as well. Having compassion for illegal immigrants does not mean that we don't have compassion for the poor who are American citizens. Showing decency towards one group of human beings does not suggest that we neglect or put down others. We are called to imitate God's compassion, which is limitless and not confined to borders. Our compassion towards the poor of this country is not diminished if we also show compassion to immigrants. The good news of the bible is that there is enough love and compassion for all God's people. And thank God for that.
Early in the day, one of the speakers put it this way. He said that the push for comprehensive immigration reform is not simply about fixing a broken system. It's not just about reforming an ineffective law. It is nothing short of "fixing our nation's soul." I suppose that may seem hyperbolic to some. But after a day of hearing story upon story of families torn apart and children left without parents, after hearing about international aid that goes towards guns and helicopters rather than human development and infrastructure, and after hearing about our unwillingness as a country to take in those whose very lives are threatened in their home countries because of mere technicalities, I have to agree with this speaker's assessment. The United States sets the rules of the game, and we set the rules so that massive numbers of people cannot survive, let alone thrive, in their home countries. Yet when they arrive at our borders we shoot them, we imprison them, we deport them.
We are in a moral desert in this country. Immigration policy is one symptom of that. Unlike some other social issues that might be ambiguous in terms of biblical precedent, the bible is very clear about how we are to treat "aliens" in our midst. Throughout the Hebrew Scriptures, the Israelites are instructed to care for the stranger and the foreigner, and to remember that they themselves were once living as slaves in a foreign land. If we, as God's people, refuse to listen to the cry of the poor, our own cries will not be heard (Proverbs 21:15). The book of Hebrews in the New Testament tells that when we welcome a stranger, we may be entertaining an angel without knowing it (Hebrews 13:2). Jesus himself told his followers that what we do for the "least of these" we do for him. I'm not sure that anyone can really argue that those who cross the border out of the sheer desperation of poverty don't fit the Bible's description of "the least of these."
So the bible is clear. Let me be clear as well. Having compassion for illegal immigrants does not mean that we don't have compassion for the poor who are American citizens. Showing decency towards one group of human beings does not suggest that we neglect or put down others. We are called to imitate God's compassion, which is limitless and not confined to borders. Our compassion towards the poor of this country is not diminished if we also show compassion to immigrants. The good news of the bible is that there is enough love and compassion for all God's people. And thank God for that.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Ecumenical Advocacy Days: Day One
I'm currently in Washington DC for a ecumenical conference on immigration reform. The opening worship service was incredibly inspiring and refreshing, and it was also sobering. One of the more memorable lines for me came during the opening of worship when the person giving the welcome noted that right now is a challenging time for many churches financially. He said that churches have a choice right now. They can become isolated and insular, scared of becoming obsolete and desperately trying to protect their own resources. Or, they can work together with other churches and other denominations to do the good work of peace and reconciliation in a broken world. Bridge-building work, as I like to call it. More and more, I am convinced that bridge-building must be the work of the church if it is to survive and remain relevant as we enter into the 21st century.
As the weekend continues, I look forward to learning more about immigration reform. I was struck, as I heard the testimonies of those who have seen the detrimental effects of our country's current immigration policies, by how much this idea of bridge-building is important as we think about our relationships with our neighbors in other countries. Do we build bridges of partnership and fellowship? Or do we build walls and fences made to keep people out? Do we work to keep families together as they struggle to provide for one another, or do we rip them apart; leaving children with no parents because their mother or father had the audacity to try and earn enough money to provide them with a better life? These are questions of justice that go beyond nationalism or patriotism. We must be concerned for all within the human family, not just those who can claim the label "American." Furthermore, if it is our country's bad policies which have forced our neighbors from the south to cross our borders simply to make enough money to survive, well, can we really call it justice to send them back into poverty?
I know that when it comes to immigration, there are no easy answers. But I also know that some of the answers must require a broader view of our current policies on immigration and trade. Not only that, but a truly Christian answer requires a good deal more compassion than some seem to be willing to give. In the Bible, God calls God's people again and again to welcome the stranger and alien in their midst. Many Christians in this country seem to have forgotten that call. I look forward to renewing my commitment to that call this weekend and going forward. In the words of a friend and fellow seminarian, I look forward to being one of "God's good troublemakers" in the world!
As the weekend continues, I look forward to learning more about immigration reform. I was struck, as I heard the testimonies of those who have seen the detrimental effects of our country's current immigration policies, by how much this idea of bridge-building is important as we think about our relationships with our neighbors in other countries. Do we build bridges of partnership and fellowship? Or do we build walls and fences made to keep people out? Do we work to keep families together as they struggle to provide for one another, or do we rip them apart; leaving children with no parents because their mother or father had the audacity to try and earn enough money to provide them with a better life? These are questions of justice that go beyond nationalism or patriotism. We must be concerned for all within the human family, not just those who can claim the label "American." Furthermore, if it is our country's bad policies which have forced our neighbors from the south to cross our borders simply to make enough money to survive, well, can we really call it justice to send them back into poverty?
I know that when it comes to immigration, there are no easy answers. But I also know that some of the answers must require a broader view of our current policies on immigration and trade. Not only that, but a truly Christian answer requires a good deal more compassion than some seem to be willing to give. In the Bible, God calls God's people again and again to welcome the stranger and alien in their midst. Many Christians in this country seem to have forgotten that call. I look forward to renewing my commitment to that call this weekend and going forward. In the words of a friend and fellow seminarian, I look forward to being one of "God's good troublemakers" in the world!
Monday, March 15, 2010
God's Justice
Texts: Luke 15:11-32, 2 Corinthians 5:16-20 (Fourth Sunday in Lent)
“It’s not fair,” we might find ourselves saying, after reading this morning’s parable. When we hear this story, we might think to ourselves that God is certainly loving and forgiving, but God doesn’t seem very just, and God is most definitely not fair! After all, in the parable of the prodigal son, it would seem that justice is, in fact, not done. The younger son does not get what he deserves. The older, more dutiful son, is seemingly not appreciated. It doesn’t add up, we think to ourselves. It’s not fair.
Conventional wisdom says that while this is a wonderful story about God’s unconditional love for us-- God’s offer of abundant and extravagant grace--things just don’t always work that way in the real world. Perhaps that’s because in the real world, our sense of justice and fairness is so inherently tied to getting one’s due. Those of us who consider ourselves to be good people, living decent lives, making sacrifices for those whom we love, expect that our goodness will somehow be rewarded. We expect that we will somehow be better off than the person who shirks responsibility, or hurts family and friends with selfish or self-indulgent behavior. We expect to get our due, and we expect others to get theirs. What’s more, in our competitive culture, we assume that in order for there to be winners, there must also be losers. In order for one thing to be valued, something else must be worth less. As a graduate student I know this all too well. In order for my good grade to be worth something, someone else has to get a lower one. If we all walked away with honors in all of our classes, it wouldn’t mean much— according to the competitive, sometimes even ruthless reality in which we live.
This competitive method of measuring worth is everywhere in our society, and I imagine that many of you can think of examples in your own lives when you’ve felt this way about something. And while sometimes our righteous indignation is justified— particularly when we challenge unjust laws or systems-- there are many other times when our sense of what’s fair is based more upon conventional, human notions of justice. Notions of justice that are detached from any sense of mercy, grace, or compassion. And so the question I would challenge us to think about this morning is: what if this parable, rather than somehow negating the idea that God is just, is actually asking us to expand our view of justice and fairness. What if it is asking us to make room for a little mercy, and to be a little less competitive in how we measure our worth?
A few years ago, I saw an episode of a documentary television show called 30 days. The main character of the episode was a man named Frank-- a Texas Minuteman whose parents had immigrated to the US legally when he was a child. As the show begins, Frank is preparing to go and live with an undocumented family for 30 days. Frank recalls how hard his own parents had worked for their citizenship, and the many sacrifices they had to make in order to achieve the American dream. Frank didn’t think anyone should be able to take a short-cut to that dream. Thus, was vehemently against any kind of amnesty for illegal immigrants. In Frank’s mind, there was a proper way to achieve citizenship. A way which required dutifully following the rules, and living by the law. Anything else just wouldn’t be fair. At one point during Frank’s 30 day stint with the family, he visited their former “home” in Mexico. It consisted of little more than four crumbling brick walls and a dirt floor, with water being supplied from a near-by well that was untreated and very likely contaminated. During his visit, something visible happens to Frank. After seeing the contaminated well from which the family got their water and the abject poverty in which they lived, he realizes that no one could be expected to live in such conditions. “Unimaginable,” he calls it. All of a sudden the old rules about what was “fair” no longer applied. Frank’s sense of justice is turned upside down by his sense of compassion. Justice was interrupted, and expanded, by grace.
Now I realize this illustration is not a one-to-one correspondence to the biblical parable. After all, the undocumented family-- while they have technically committed a crime-- have not lived licentiously or selfishly, like the younger son. They work hard and make many sacrifices for one another. They are in many ways dutiful and responsible members of the society in which they live. Frank, on the other hand, is very much like the older son in our parable. His resentment of undocumented immigrants stemmed from his notion that their legitimacy ought to be based on their willingness to play by the rules and put in the time— just like his own family did. He thought it was unfair that they should get to join in the party without going through the proper channels. That’s what he thought— until compassion intervened. Until grace happened. Frank realized that it was love which brought this family from the depths of poverty in Mexico to a more stable, if still poor, life in California. And he realized that love would have compelled him to do the exact same thing, if the situation had been reversed.
Frank’s story reminds us that sometimes, our notions of fairness are limited by our own bias and prejudice, and that sometimes we could stand to examine why it is we get so bent out of shape when we perceive that something isn’t fair. Frank’s story also reminds us that oftentimes, even when it seems to us that things aren’t fair, we don’t always know the whole story. And while it is true that sometimes the world just isn’t fair, it’s also true that we may not always know the untold struggles of the person who seems to get things that they don’t deserve. In the biblical parable, what the older son does not know is that his younger brother was willing to become a slave in order to make up for the sins of his past. He was willing to go back to his family in utter humiliation, and live out the rest of his days as a hired servant to the family he once betrayed. While it seems— from the perspective of the older son— as if the younger son is getting rewarded for bad behavior, that’s not really what’s going on in this story. The younger son is granted forgiveness and grace after he decides to face the consequences of his actions. After his heart is turned back towards his family in a moment of true repentance. The older brother, being all too human, cannot see that. But God does not see as humans see. This parable teaches us that only God can see into the deep recesses of the human heart. Therefore it is in fact God’s justice which is the truest justice of all.
In the biblical story, we don’t know what happens to the older son. Does he eventually join the party, allowing his love for his brother and happiness at his safe return to overwhelm his initial sense of unfairness? Or does he go through the rest of his life, resentful of his younger brother, never to speak to him again? We don’t know. Perhaps the story is left open-ended in order to give us the opportunity to finish it ourselves. For we often have the option, as we go through life, to remain resentful or jealous that that we were not given our due, or that someone else was given something we don’t think they deserve, or that we thought we deserved more. Or, we can allow our sense of justice to be interrupted and expanded by grace. We can join the celebration, knowing that God’s love for us is not diminished because it is so extravagantly and gratuitously poured out upon someone else. Knowing that our value is not to be determined by how much better we are than someone else. Knowing that even though we live in a competitive world, we do not have to compete for God’s love. Indeed, we cannot compete for God’s love. But what’s more, and what’s harder, is that just as we can’t compete for God’s love, so others should not have to compete for ours. Make no mistake. Most of us are much more like the older son in this story. But every so often, perhaps we can make room for a little more mercy and a lot more grace in our dealings with others.
The apostle Paul tells us in our reading this morning that through Christ, we have been transformed. We are no longer to see the world through our limited human point of view. God has given us, Paul says, the ministry of reconciliation. We are to be ambassadors of Christ in this competitive world. Therefore, the work of extravagant grace and gratuitous mercy is not just God’s work-- it is our work as well. We are the hands and feet of Christ, offering abundant mercy and gratuitous grace in the midst of this world’s all too often stingy notions of justice and fairness. We are the hands and feet of Christ, striving to imitate the wideness of God’s mercy and the broadness of God’s love.
Is it fair? Perhaps not. But that’s grace. That’s compassion. That is love.
“It’s not fair,” we might find ourselves saying, after reading this morning’s parable. When we hear this story, we might think to ourselves that God is certainly loving and forgiving, but God doesn’t seem very just, and God is most definitely not fair! After all, in the parable of the prodigal son, it would seem that justice is, in fact, not done. The younger son does not get what he deserves. The older, more dutiful son, is seemingly not appreciated. It doesn’t add up, we think to ourselves. It’s not fair.
Conventional wisdom says that while this is a wonderful story about God’s unconditional love for us-- God’s offer of abundant and extravagant grace--things just don’t always work that way in the real world. Perhaps that’s because in the real world, our sense of justice and fairness is so inherently tied to getting one’s due. Those of us who consider ourselves to be good people, living decent lives, making sacrifices for those whom we love, expect that our goodness will somehow be rewarded. We expect that we will somehow be better off than the person who shirks responsibility, or hurts family and friends with selfish or self-indulgent behavior. We expect to get our due, and we expect others to get theirs. What’s more, in our competitive culture, we assume that in order for there to be winners, there must also be losers. In order for one thing to be valued, something else must be worth less. As a graduate student I know this all too well. In order for my good grade to be worth something, someone else has to get a lower one. If we all walked away with honors in all of our classes, it wouldn’t mean much— according to the competitive, sometimes even ruthless reality in which we live.
This competitive method of measuring worth is everywhere in our society, and I imagine that many of you can think of examples in your own lives when you’ve felt this way about something. And while sometimes our righteous indignation is justified— particularly when we challenge unjust laws or systems-- there are many other times when our sense of what’s fair is based more upon conventional, human notions of justice. Notions of justice that are detached from any sense of mercy, grace, or compassion. And so the question I would challenge us to think about this morning is: what if this parable, rather than somehow negating the idea that God is just, is actually asking us to expand our view of justice and fairness. What if it is asking us to make room for a little mercy, and to be a little less competitive in how we measure our worth?
A few years ago, I saw an episode of a documentary television show called 30 days. The main character of the episode was a man named Frank-- a Texas Minuteman whose parents had immigrated to the US legally when he was a child. As the show begins, Frank is preparing to go and live with an undocumented family for 30 days. Frank recalls how hard his own parents had worked for their citizenship, and the many sacrifices they had to make in order to achieve the American dream. Frank didn’t think anyone should be able to take a short-cut to that dream. Thus, was vehemently against any kind of amnesty for illegal immigrants. In Frank’s mind, there was a proper way to achieve citizenship. A way which required dutifully following the rules, and living by the law. Anything else just wouldn’t be fair. At one point during Frank’s 30 day stint with the family, he visited their former “home” in Mexico. It consisted of little more than four crumbling brick walls and a dirt floor, with water being supplied from a near-by well that was untreated and very likely contaminated. During his visit, something visible happens to Frank. After seeing the contaminated well from which the family got their water and the abject poverty in which they lived, he realizes that no one could be expected to live in such conditions. “Unimaginable,” he calls it. All of a sudden the old rules about what was “fair” no longer applied. Frank’s sense of justice is turned upside down by his sense of compassion. Justice was interrupted, and expanded, by grace.
Now I realize this illustration is not a one-to-one correspondence to the biblical parable. After all, the undocumented family-- while they have technically committed a crime-- have not lived licentiously or selfishly, like the younger son. They work hard and make many sacrifices for one another. They are in many ways dutiful and responsible members of the society in which they live. Frank, on the other hand, is very much like the older son in our parable. His resentment of undocumented immigrants stemmed from his notion that their legitimacy ought to be based on their willingness to play by the rules and put in the time— just like his own family did. He thought it was unfair that they should get to join in the party without going through the proper channels. That’s what he thought— until compassion intervened. Until grace happened. Frank realized that it was love which brought this family from the depths of poverty in Mexico to a more stable, if still poor, life in California. And he realized that love would have compelled him to do the exact same thing, if the situation had been reversed.
Frank’s story reminds us that sometimes, our notions of fairness are limited by our own bias and prejudice, and that sometimes we could stand to examine why it is we get so bent out of shape when we perceive that something isn’t fair. Frank’s story also reminds us that oftentimes, even when it seems to us that things aren’t fair, we don’t always know the whole story. And while it is true that sometimes the world just isn’t fair, it’s also true that we may not always know the untold struggles of the person who seems to get things that they don’t deserve. In the biblical parable, what the older son does not know is that his younger brother was willing to become a slave in order to make up for the sins of his past. He was willing to go back to his family in utter humiliation, and live out the rest of his days as a hired servant to the family he once betrayed. While it seems— from the perspective of the older son— as if the younger son is getting rewarded for bad behavior, that’s not really what’s going on in this story. The younger son is granted forgiveness and grace after he decides to face the consequences of his actions. After his heart is turned back towards his family in a moment of true repentance. The older brother, being all too human, cannot see that. But God does not see as humans see. This parable teaches us that only God can see into the deep recesses of the human heart. Therefore it is in fact God’s justice which is the truest justice of all.
In the biblical story, we don’t know what happens to the older son. Does he eventually join the party, allowing his love for his brother and happiness at his safe return to overwhelm his initial sense of unfairness? Or does he go through the rest of his life, resentful of his younger brother, never to speak to him again? We don’t know. Perhaps the story is left open-ended in order to give us the opportunity to finish it ourselves. For we often have the option, as we go through life, to remain resentful or jealous that that we were not given our due, or that someone else was given something we don’t think they deserve, or that we thought we deserved more. Or, we can allow our sense of justice to be interrupted and expanded by grace. We can join the celebration, knowing that God’s love for us is not diminished because it is so extravagantly and gratuitously poured out upon someone else. Knowing that our value is not to be determined by how much better we are than someone else. Knowing that even though we live in a competitive world, we do not have to compete for God’s love. Indeed, we cannot compete for God’s love. But what’s more, and what’s harder, is that just as we can’t compete for God’s love, so others should not have to compete for ours. Make no mistake. Most of us are much more like the older son in this story. But every so often, perhaps we can make room for a little more mercy and a lot more grace in our dealings with others.
The apostle Paul tells us in our reading this morning that through Christ, we have been transformed. We are no longer to see the world through our limited human point of view. God has given us, Paul says, the ministry of reconciliation. We are to be ambassadors of Christ in this competitive world. Therefore, the work of extravagant grace and gratuitous mercy is not just God’s work-- it is our work as well. We are the hands and feet of Christ, offering abundant mercy and gratuitous grace in the midst of this world’s all too often stingy notions of justice and fairness. We are the hands and feet of Christ, striving to imitate the wideness of God’s mercy and the broadness of God’s love.
Is it fair? Perhaps not. But that’s grace. That’s compassion. That is love.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Yearning for Justice and Transformation
Justice. The administration of equality, and the liberation of the oppressed.
Justice. The bringing about of a fair and equal society.
Justice. Acting in a way that respects the dignity of every person.
Gerardo is someone who knows what it’s like to yearn for justice. He migrated from Mexico when his farm closed due to plummeting corn prices. Now, he picks tomatoes at a farm in Florida. He lives on about $7000 per year and lives in a tiny run down trailer with six other men. He is isolated from his wife and two young daughters who can’t afford to leave Mexico. He hasn’t had a raise in 30 years. He works ten hour days and receives no health care coverage or retirement benefits. He is exposed to dangerous pesticides every day, and can only pray not to get sick like some of his fellow workers.
The words of the Magnificat, found in the first chapter of the Gospel of Luke speak directly to Gerardo and others like him who yearn for justice. The Magnificat is a text that Christians have cherished for centuries. Scholars have analyzed it, mystics have ruminated on it, and Christians of all backgrounds have used it as a text of praise and devotion. Gustavo Gutierrez, a Latin American liberation theologian claims that the Magnificat proclaims a gospel of hope because it tells of a God who comes to meet us where we are. To understand the gravity of this revelation, imagine what it must have been like for someone like Mary to receive this message of God’s new saving act. As Mary herself proclaims in the initial words of her song— she is amongst the lowly. Not only is Mary poor, but she is a woman-- a poor, Jewish woman living under the oppression of the Roman Empire. In every way, Mary represented “the least of these.” And yet it is to Mary that the angel discloses God’s plan of salvation, It is through Mary— the lowly servant— that God will be made incarnate through Christ.
The Magnificat, with its language of liberation and exaltation of the poor, speaks a counter-cultural language in today’s culture. It speaks of God’s “preferential option for the poor.” This is a message very much in keeping with the tone of the whole of Luke’s Gospel, throughout which we read stories about God’s special concern for the poor and lowly amongst us. Take for instance the story of the rich man and Lazarus. Jesus tells the story of Lazarus, a poor beggar who lies daily at the gates of a rich man, hoping only to receive the crumbs from the rich man’s table. The picture of Lazarus is made even more pathetic when Jesus tells us that the rich man’s dogs would lick the wounds and sores that resulted from constant exposure to the dry desert sun. What happens next in the story is a direct illustration of the promises of the Magnificat: both the rich man and Lazarus eventually die, but it is Lazarus who is carried into heaven to be with his father Abraham, and the rich man who is cast into the darkness.
Here is where we might return to Gerardo’s story. In our society today, Gerardo is Lazarus. He is amongst the lowest of the low.
He is poor.
He is marginalized.
He is invisible.
His very presence is illegal.
Never mind it was largely the corn-subsidies of our own government that caused his farm to close and forced his separation from the people he loved. Never mind that his cheap labor puts cheap food in our supermarkets. Most of us are content to stay within the walls of our own communities while he and his fellow workers beg for a raise of only a penny more per pound of tomatoes they pick— the very crumbs off our tables. We are content never to see the poverty in which they live. We are content to be like the rich man— ignoring the cries of Lazarus as he yearns for justice. As he asks for the crumbs off our tables. But the words of the Magnificat remind us that we ignore such pleas for justice at our own peril. The message of liberation in Luke’s gospel is clear that God is with Gerardo in his struggle. The amazing thing about the good news, however, is that it exists for us as well. God is on the side of the poor, and so when we walk with the poor, when we claim solidarity with them, when we honor the dignity of every person, we are part of that good news too. Through God’s promise to the poor, we are also given the opportunity for transformation. The great reversal that the Magnificat speaks of happens in our very hearts.
Gerardo knows what it’s like to yearn for justice. And the good news of the incarnation is for him. The words of Mary’s song are for him. But they are also for us. For when we decide to be on the side of the poor, we are on the side of angels. And we are able to rejoice in Mary’s words of jubilation: ‘My soul magnifies the Lord. And my spirit rejoices in God my savior. God has helped the people of Israel, in remembrance of God’s mercy, according to the promises made to Abraham and to his descendants forever.'
For more information on the struggle for justice among migrant farm workers, and to join in their efforts, visit http://www.ciw-online.org/.
Justice. The bringing about of a fair and equal society.
Justice. Acting in a way that respects the dignity of every person.
Gerardo is someone who knows what it’s like to yearn for justice. He migrated from Mexico when his farm closed due to plummeting corn prices. Now, he picks tomatoes at a farm in Florida. He lives on about $7000 per year and lives in a tiny run down trailer with six other men. He is isolated from his wife and two young daughters who can’t afford to leave Mexico. He hasn’t had a raise in 30 years. He works ten hour days and receives no health care coverage or retirement benefits. He is exposed to dangerous pesticides every day, and can only pray not to get sick like some of his fellow workers.
The words of the Magnificat, found in the first chapter of the Gospel of Luke speak directly to Gerardo and others like him who yearn for justice. The Magnificat is a text that Christians have cherished for centuries. Scholars have analyzed it, mystics have ruminated on it, and Christians of all backgrounds have used it as a text of praise and devotion. Gustavo Gutierrez, a Latin American liberation theologian claims that the Magnificat proclaims a gospel of hope because it tells of a God who comes to meet us where we are. To understand the gravity of this revelation, imagine what it must have been like for someone like Mary to receive this message of God’s new saving act. As Mary herself proclaims in the initial words of her song— she is amongst the lowly. Not only is Mary poor, but she is a woman-- a poor, Jewish woman living under the oppression of the Roman Empire. In every way, Mary represented “the least of these.” And yet it is to Mary that the angel discloses God’s plan of salvation, It is through Mary— the lowly servant— that God will be made incarnate through Christ.
The Magnificat, with its language of liberation and exaltation of the poor, speaks a counter-cultural language in today’s culture. It speaks of God’s “preferential option for the poor.” This is a message very much in keeping with the tone of the whole of Luke’s Gospel, throughout which we read stories about God’s special concern for the poor and lowly amongst us. Take for instance the story of the rich man and Lazarus. Jesus tells the story of Lazarus, a poor beggar who lies daily at the gates of a rich man, hoping only to receive the crumbs from the rich man’s table. The picture of Lazarus is made even more pathetic when Jesus tells us that the rich man’s dogs would lick the wounds and sores that resulted from constant exposure to the dry desert sun. What happens next in the story is a direct illustration of the promises of the Magnificat: both the rich man and Lazarus eventually die, but it is Lazarus who is carried into heaven to be with his father Abraham, and the rich man who is cast into the darkness.
Here is where we might return to Gerardo’s story. In our society today, Gerardo is Lazarus. He is amongst the lowest of the low.
He is poor.
He is marginalized.
He is invisible.
His very presence is illegal.
Never mind it was largely the corn-subsidies of our own government that caused his farm to close and forced his separation from the people he loved. Never mind that his cheap labor puts cheap food in our supermarkets. Most of us are content to stay within the walls of our own communities while he and his fellow workers beg for a raise of only a penny more per pound of tomatoes they pick— the very crumbs off our tables. We are content never to see the poverty in which they live. We are content to be like the rich man— ignoring the cries of Lazarus as he yearns for justice. As he asks for the crumbs off our tables. But the words of the Magnificat remind us that we ignore such pleas for justice at our own peril. The message of liberation in Luke’s gospel is clear that God is with Gerardo in his struggle. The amazing thing about the good news, however, is that it exists for us as well. God is on the side of the poor, and so when we walk with the poor, when we claim solidarity with them, when we honor the dignity of every person, we are part of that good news too. Through God’s promise to the poor, we are also given the opportunity for transformation. The great reversal that the Magnificat speaks of happens in our very hearts.
Gerardo knows what it’s like to yearn for justice. And the good news of the incarnation is for him. The words of Mary’s song are for him. But they are also for us. For when we decide to be on the side of the poor, we are on the side of angels. And we are able to rejoice in Mary’s words of jubilation: ‘My soul magnifies the Lord. And my spirit rejoices in God my savior. God has helped the people of Israel, in remembrance of God’s mercy, according to the promises made to Abraham and to his descendants forever.'
For more information on the struggle for justice among migrant farm workers, and to join in their efforts, visit http://www.ciw-online.org/.
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