Sermon – 3rd Sunday of Advent

John the Baptist’s message cannot be a word of comfort until it is a word of warning;

a warning that when liberation comes,

all that belongs to the enemy will be swept away.

So those who have put their trust in the enemy will be swept away as well,

or at least have everything won by fear taken away from them.

“Bear fruits worthy of repentance,”

is a call to join the resistance,

the resistance which works behind the lines until help comes from outside.

Veterans’ Day

Today, as everyone knows, is Veterans’ Day.  It is also an important day in Europe as it marked the end of WWI, and used to be known here as ‘Armistice Day.’

I always call my dad on Veterans’ Day and just left him a message.  He served in the Panama Canal Zone in the mid ’50s as a firefighter.

I was thinking about the big deal which is being made of Veterans’ Day this year.  When I was younger I cannot remember it being as important.  For a while I was being cynical and thinking it was just a way for Applebee’s, ESPN, etc. to get more visibility.  And it is not an immediate response to the Fort Hood attacks.

But I think there are a couple of things at work.  Firstly, we are now eight years into the ‘War on Terror’ or whatever you want to call it.  For whatever reason, whether the nature of the enemy or the wishes of the government (for some) this is going to be the longest continuous military action in American history.  Most of American history can be divided into long periods of peace versus shorter periods of intense war.  This is different.

We also have an all volunteer armed forces.  For most of the American wars the draft was central to its conduct.  But now we realize that those who are in the armed forces are those who (for the most part) have chosen to be in harm’s way.  And I also believe that the intensity of the feelings surrounding the Vietnam War have faded somewhat.

Lutheran theology has said that the soldier has a vocation – to participate in God’s work in protecting the innocent from harm.  Certainly this power and responsibility has been abused throughout history.  God’s kingdom cannot be brought about through war.  But on this side of the kingdom, soldiers who are called by a legal government to protect their citizens are participating in God’s ‘kingdom of the left,’ for the sake of peace and good order in the world.  Along with so many, I offer my thanks.

Sermon Pentecost 23

What is the best gift you can give to God?

We are taught in the Gospel that God doesn’t want us to buy him off

with sacrifice of animals, or money, or even what we can do for him.

God wants far more than these – he wants us.

He desires us far more than what we can give him,

more than what we can accomplish for him

He owns everything – what could we give him that is not his already?

But a relationship of love is what he desires –

and for that we don’t need to have money, time, talent, or pride

we don’t need to have anything except nothing to lose.

Prayer for the Celebrity’s Purgatory

I wrote this poem in response to the death of Michael Jackson this past summer.

I was not a fan of the music (that is, since the 80s, when I with most others had “Thriller” at least in the soundtrack of my life), but I always felt that he was either celebrated or vilified unjustly; people projected onto him what they wished to believe.

My prayer is that he is even now learning more of and experiencing God’s grace and forgiveness. But the poem could be voiced by any celebrity – anyone upon whom we project our hopes and fears about our present and future.

Prayer for the Celebrity’s Purgatory

There are no eyes that watch me in this place.
Did I not spend my earthly life in faith
that when the people saw me and adored,
their adulation brought its own reward?

But truth be told, that faith was never sure.
I was bound up, I know – could not break free.
The whole of life, from youth, was on a stage.
The habits of the child live into age

and tempter’s lies so sweet are hard to leave.
At least I grew suspicious of the scripts:
all different in detail, all ends the same.
The cameras flashed, the headlines claimed my fame.

They called me Genius, Rebel, Superstar.
They sold the tickets, albums – made the lies
more sure that told me I must ever shine.
I don’t know just what time it was, the line

I crossed – I only know that soon the cameras
found faults and sins would suit them just as well.
The pundits made me famous; just the same,
they were the ones who now invoked my name

in shock and shame – to titillate, to blame,
to mock, to mourn, to wonder at the waste,
sell and profit, shake the head, move on in haste:
Next victim! in the sacrificial game.

Upon the altar which they built for me
they set me up, they worshiped and adored;
and then, my sin and shame exposed, they gorged
themselves upon my naked, bloody flesh.

Can namelessness be grace? A start afresh?
For I can guess the stories that they tell
now that I sing in heaven, or in hell.
My corpse may rot; my memory may still

the needful place upon the victim’s altar fill.
Now that I’m gone, they feast upon this dinner –
“Gifted, brilliant! But was he saint or sinner?
Do blessed ones remove their shining halos

as he draws near, and laud him for his gifts?
Or rather, do the demons from the rifts
rise, flay him in just payment for his crimes?”
I once believed that death would bring the same –

Shouts to praise (or curse, condemn) my famous name.
But if I could, I’d tell them we were wrong.
There are no eyes that watch me in this place,
no ears that beg the singing of my song,

no mouths that speak of me, no deference
nor reference to me, no making sense
of me, blessed, cursed, or misbegotten soul.
They’re giving me no part to play, no starring role -

I’m merely fellow penitent and friend.
I’m neither king nor god, thank God! I’m no
anointed, no pariah – just a man.
I’m making sense of this as best I can.

The habits of the child live into age
and tempter’s lies so sweet are hard to leave,
but I believe I’ve come to disbelieve
the speaking of my name in praise or rage.

But here, one Name is spoken, if at all.
Our ears are pricked to hear His forward call.
O strange, O new, amazing, glorious grace!
There are no eyes that watch me in this place.

A Biblical view on Divorce and Remarriage

This is interesting to me because it takes into account the situations of people who are physically and mentally abused in their marriages, but does so based on the Scriptures.  Too often we have thought we must make an ‘end run’ around the words of Jesus in Matthew 19 et al because it simply is the only way to deal with a bad situation.  Perhaps we need not make an end run around Scripture after all.

www.divorce-remarriage.com

Henry Melchior Muhlenberg, Missionary to America, d. Oct 7, 1787

From Pfatteicher’s New Book of Festivals and Commemorations:

“…born in Einbeck, in the province of Hannover, Germany, in 1711, the seventh of nine children…”

“…In the early part of the eighteenth century, the Lutheran communities in the New World were scattered over a wide territory and came from various ethnic origins.  They had built a few churches, but they were without any kind of general organization, and there was considerable dissesion among them…

“…August Hermann Francke, who had made Halle a great center of Pietism, sent Muhlenberg to America in 1742.  He went first to London, where he learned from the court chaplain Frederick Ziegenhagen, as he also had from Halle, something of the need of the New World.  Also, while in London, Muhlenberg had a gown made that was different from both the German and the Scandinavian style, and this was to set the pattern for English Lutheran clerical vesture in America.

“He arrived in Charleston, South Carolina, on September 23, 1742, visited the Lutherans there and in Georgia, and reached Philadelphia November 25, 1742.  Muhlenberg was possessed of much courage and perseverance, and gradually the German-speaking churches recognized his authority and the Swedish clergy also cooperated with him.

“During the forty-five years he labored in America, Muhlenberg, struggling against schismatics and impostors, traveled incessantly, corresponded widely, and set a course for Lutheranism for coming generations.  He preached in German, Dutch, and English, doing so, it is reported with a powerful voice.  He sestablished the first Lutheran synod in America, the Ministerium of Pennsylvania, which can be dated from SUnday, August 14, 1748, when the delegates met in Philadelphia.  At this synod Muhlenberg submitted a liturgy that was ratified and remained the only authorized American Lutheran liturgy for forty years.  It was revived and used in many places as part of the bicentennial observ ance of the United States in 1976.  Ultimately, this form of the historic Lutheran order developed into the common liturgy of North American Lutherans…as Lutherans slowly moved toward the ideal that Muhlenberg had expressed in 1786, just before he died, of ‘one church, one book.’

“Muhlenberg’s concern with questions of stewardship, pastoral care, and education strengthened the church life of Lutheran congregations and aided greatly in the transition from the state churches of Europe to the free churches of America; his model congregations constitution of 1762 established the basis for local church government.”

God, our heavenly Father, your servant Henry Melchior Muhlenberg displayed courage and perseverance in the face of opposition and slander, and brought order both in life and worship to scattered and dispirited congregations: Give to the pastors of your church such strength and faithfulness that the devotion of your people may be enriched, and that unity and cooperation may be advanced, to the glory of your Name; through your Son, Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever.

St Michael and All Angels – and Nicholas’s day, too!

Today is Nicholas’s 6th birthday. Michael shares his name day with Nicholas, as Sept 29 is also the feast of St Michael and All Angels. We celebrated Michael’s name day with chocolate chip pancakes.

Philip Pfatteicher writes, “As All Saints’ Day…is a reminder of the size of the one church in heaven and on earth, so this feast of Michael and the angels is a reminder of the breathtaking size of creation, seen and unseen. The feast teaches an understanding that there are aspects of reality beyond what can be grasped with the seenses. Angels, like moretals, are children of the infinite imagination of God. They are a higher order of beings, whose service of God is nonetheless joined with ours (see 2 Kings 6:15-17), and the function of the Preface in the Eucharist is to join mortal songs with the perpetual praise offered by the angelic choirs of heaven.”

John Donne writes, “We paint angels with wings, because they bear God’s message and proclaim his laws…”

The book of Hebrews asks (1:14), “Are not all angels spirits in the divine service, sent to serve for the sake of those who are to inherit salvation?” Above the angels is the divine Son of God, who for our sake became “lower than the angels” (Psalm 8, Hebrews 2) so that we might be raised to his eternal life.

“Everlasting God, you have ordained and constituted in a wonderful order the ministries of angels and mortals: Mercifully grant that, as your holy angels always serve and worship you in heaven, so by your appointment they may help and defend us here on earth; through your Son, Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, forever and ever. (Gregorian Sacramentary)

Sermon July 5, 2009 – Proper 9B

‘Familiarity breeds contempt’ – so the saying goes. To become a United States citizen, that is, if you are not born a citizen – you must pass a test on U.S. history and civics which would scare most of us. For many people who become citizens of this nation, the proudest moment of their lives is when they walk into a voting booth and cast a ballot –for president, for congressperson, for local official, doesn’t matter. Just that they are counted among those who are free to choose who will represent them in government. Now if, like me, you have grown up as an American citizen, if you have never known another way to live, it may not be as meaningful for you to walk into the voting booth. You may be more focused upon complaining about the candidates or the lack of choice rather than thinking about the positive. Perhaps you need another experience – to impress upon you the miracle that is democracy – to make the familiar and everyday strange and new again.

I find the same thing with Lutherans. It is usually those who are new to the Lutheran church – or even who are new Christians – who ask the most questions – who want to know what it means to be a Christian or a Lutheran rather than some other kind of Christian – what sets us apart? Those of us who have attended a Lutheran church our whole lives, we may think we know exactly what it means to be Lutheran, and we’re not necessarily very interested in our past, or our teachings. We know, you see. We’ve been to confirmation. Familiarity breeds contempt. Or at least disinterest.

When Jesus went around Galilee, he would usually teach in the synagogues, and what we often call a “miracle” would follow. Perhaps demonic exorcism, perhaps healing of disease. This happened across the lake also – in Gentile territory. As we heard last week Jesus heals a woman with a long-standing hemmorhage, and raises the little daughter of a synagogue official. Then he comes home, to his hometown, the place where he grew up, and he can do nothing.

Now what is going on here? It is not that Jesus is in a slump, that he suddenly has lost the healing touch, that he is off his game somehow and needs a rest. Rather, it is the same old story. ‘Familiarity breeds contempt.’ It is one of the wiliest tricks the Evil One ever played upon humanity, the one where he convinces us that we know this and what we know about can’t possibly be worth knowing about – that we have seen everything that there is to see and that there is nothing more to be said. And moreover, that those things which we see every day we despise, we criticize, we hold in contempt.

Jesus had grown up in Nazareth, his familiy was still part of Nazareth life. The people know what kind of people come from Nazareth, and perhaps they wondered just who the hell Jesus thought he was coming back and putting on airs. Maybe you’ve experienced it. A kid goes away to university, gets a degree in something or other, and all of a sudden he or she comes back and you’d think they dropped from the sky with their knowledge and wisdom. Isn’t this the kid whose snot you wiped, whose diapers you’ve changed, the neighbor kid who was always tagging around after your daughter or feeding quarters to the pinball machine?

But, you know, maybe you’ve experienced it the other way too. Maybe you’re the kid who has come back home, having seen the world – and you are distressed because there is the same old same old around here, people are so provincial, so unenlightened, if they only knew what I knew, it would be a lot different. Nothing to see here, nothing but the humdrum rhythms of life in the valley, the same neighborhood, the same family, the same friends, the same job, the same church – and you take offense. Just like the good folks of Nazareth did with Jesus, you take offense. And you cannot receive what is abundantly available to be shared.

It is one of the wiliest tricks of the Evil One to tempt us to pride – the pride that says, “I have seen all there is to see, I have learned all there is to learn.” “I went through confirmation, I know all that stuff.” “I know that person, she’s the one who did this and said this once…” And we close ourselves off to what God might be doing, what deeds of power God might have in store.

The Son of God became a human being, to come close to us, and perhaps this is why we have such a strong reaction. He is like us, and yet unlike us. He not only shows us who he is, but who we are, and who we might be. And that is profoundly exciting and threatening at the same time. A man from Nazareth, like them, and yet unlike them,
the wisdom of God flowing from his lips, the power of God emanating from him, it’s like an indictment, an offensive statement about who they were. If Jesus was a man like them, they had no excuse to be the men and women they were. And so it goes. Much easier to deny that anything new is going on here than open oneself to the possibility of transformation.

There are only two choices available to each of us – deny Jesus, or deny ourselves. Acknowledge ourselves in need, or stubbornly insist that we are full of light, even in our darkness; rich, even in our poverty, strong, even when we are weak. St. Paul knew the irony – first a super-Pharisee, then a super-Christian, and it was important for him to let the wandering Corinthian church know that he had the power and wisdom given by the Holy Spirit, and that they should listen to his words and teachings. But as soon as he acknowledged the power and wisdom as his, as soon as he said it was his, God’s power and wisdom had departed from him, would slip from his grasp. And so he gloried in his weakness and his poverty, so that Christ could be everything – so that what was important was not that Paul was something, but that God was something. So that Paul and the Corinthians together could receive what God had to give.

My sisters and brothers, in opposition to pride, humility is the key to receiving what God has to offer. Neither to blindly accept everything that is new, or to focus upon the exciting, nor to hold fast to things because it’s not been done that way before. Neither to affirm all about the hometown, nor the home country, nor to despise it. Neither to affirm everything about every person nor to write them off. But in deep humility and poverty of spirit to assume that hidden inside each holy Word of God and each human being that he has created there is a treasure, there is a gift, that remains undiscovered, and to pray and watch and listen until God by his Spirit reveals Christ in the Word, reveals Christ in us.

Sunday Worship – It’s Not About Us!

Sunday Worship – It’s Not About Us!

Not that the “good old days” were always perfect, but there was once a time when American culture supported more regular Sunday worship attendance.  There were few other choices – grocery stores and shopping malls were closed, there was nothing on TV or the Internet, and it was not as easy to travel out of town for a weekend.   It was far less common for both parents to work – so the weekends were not the only time that families had to spend together.  Sports and other activities did not compete so ruthlessly for our time.  But churches were also filled in those days because more people were familiar with the concept of “duty,” simply doing something because it was the right thing to do.  Nowadays we are likely to do something if and when we feel we want to – and if we don’t feel like doing something, we often assume we are being hypocritical if we do it anyway.

Of course, it can be hypocritical to do something that we are not being honest about.  But at the same time it is true that if we only did the things we felt like doing,  there’s a lot necessary that wouldn’t get done.  I had to change my toddler’s diaper in the middle of writing this article.  I didn’t feel like doing it right then (and I probably could have put up with the odor a little longer).  But it was the right thing to do for him to take care of it right away.

We often fall into the trap of thinking that we go to worship to get something out of it for us: an inspiring message, beautiful or energizing music, or an answer to prayer.  But we can hear music on the radio, a sermon on TV, and we can pray when we have time.  Besides, sometimes the sermon is a clunker, the music is out of tune, and the other people there are imperfect.  When we go to church simply to get something out of it, often there’s not enough there to keep us going back, especially when we could get some work done or finally have an opportunity to relax.

So if not to get something out of it, why worship?  In his excellent little book Loving Jesus, Mark Allan Powell makes the radical suggestion that Christians should regularly worship simply because God deserves to be worshiped. In other words, it’s not about us!  It’s about God, and for all he’s given us, God deserves our gift of time and our hearts and voices to worship and praise him in the community.  We always get something out of worship in the process, but those “fringe benefits” can never become the primary reason for worship, or else we will readily turn to some other activity that always fulfills our needs and wants.

If Jesus of Nazareth knocked on our door and wanted to come into our house, wouldn’t we drop everything to spend an hour with him?  If we believe that he is invisibly but really present “whenever two or three are gathered,” won’t we be much more ready to seek him out there regularly?  So when you are deciding “Should I go to church this Sunday?” don’t think about what you might get out of it.  Think about God and all his gifts, the gifts of creation and sustenance and forgiveness and love, and decide whether he deserves your worship and praise, the token of your time and your voice and your presence with him.

Sermon Ash Wednesday 2009

There are two ways to misunderstand the Gospel.
One way is to say that we have to work and work hard for our salvation.
The other way is to say that since Jesus paid it all, we needn’t lift a finger.
It’s so easy to get caught up in one or the other way of thinking.