The Banquet in Ashes, A Terrible Parable

 

                 My dad is from International Fall Minnesota, the real-world analog to Frostbite Falls—the fictional town where the Rocky and Bulwinkle Show cartoon took place…

Which means, among other things, my family has a particular fondness for that old show.

There is a regular segment in it, “Fractured Fairytales” where classic fairytales are retold in bizarre ways:
-princes marrying dragons,
-big bad wolves with anxiety,
-Sleeping Beauties commodifying their condition
—in some ways it was the precursor to the Shrek movies.

                And Jesus’ parables in the Temple, as recorded in Matthew, might fit well in the Rocky and Bulwinkle Show
—perhaps they would call the segment “Preposterous Parables”,
or when considering today’s parable in particular
—Terrible Parables.

                Listen to the way these stories escalate,
as Jesus tries to open the imaginations of the Temple Authorities
by telling more and more funny, fractured, frightening stories:

                -Let me tell you the one about the sons
who say one thing and do another.

                -Let me tell you the one about the tenants
who kill their landlord’s son,
because they think that’ll make them heirs.

                -Let me tell you the one about an awful wedding feast
that ends in a banquet of ash,
an abundant invitation
that ends up with outer darkness and teeth grinding.

                Preposterous Parables…
terrible parables.

 

Prayer

                A Terrible Parable, this banquet in ashes…

                When we experience God’s reign,
it can be like being invited to the feast for a Prince
—the sort of thing that lasts multiple days—perhaps even multiple weeks
—it’s like 2 weeks off, not just paid vacation, but paid time and a half.
The sort of soiree that might be the highlight of your life,
a chance of a lifetime.

                And instead, you refuse.
In the world of the parable, this is an act of disloyalty to the King,
a dismissal of the Prince as rightful heir.
Further more, there is the mocking, mistreating, and murder of the King’s men.
An open rebellion, put down with siege and destruction.
Then a new set of RSVPs sent out after the war
—invite everyone to a banquet in the ashes.

 

                (It feels like Matthew’s community holds this parable so tightly, that it gets a little squished in the re-telling—Read Luke 14:15-24 sometime, if you want to read the gentler version.)

                Matthew’s folk hold this story so tightly, because they are ministering and telling people about Jesus after the war,
after a rebellion against Rome,
after the siege and destruction of Jerusalem—the temple turned to ash.

Their own story, after the war,
is about the ending of the Temple, and everyone, be they:
Elite Sadducees or People of the Land,
A Particular Pharisee from Tarsus or a Persian Gentile,
Essene from the Dead Sea or Greek Cynics
—all of them, called into a generous and once in a lifetime banquet,
the Church, the Body of the Risen Christ
—their reality as a community is a blessed banquet in the midst of the ashes of what once was.

                Their community a mixed body—containing all sorts of different people,
sifting through the words of Jesus wondering:

“What do we do now?
Things can’t be the same…
we must not repeat the mistakes of the Temple Authorities and the Religious Elite
—no weird nationalisms that end in burning capitals,
no self-satisfied temple appreciation clubs
—how do we wear our wedding robes?
How do we make sure not to repeat the foolish mistakes of our fore parents of the faith?

                How do we live a life worthy of the high calling as Children of God?
How do we be good guests?
What horrible thing would make us refuse to enter into the joy of the banquet?
What a sin, if we enter in and then sit on the far side of the feast,
arms crossed, pouting, and oblivious to the good things God is doing.”

 

                Certainly Matthew and his flock were asking hard questions in the ashes,
this terrible parable brought out some prickly question marks for them.

                And so, it is worth asking Isaiah to speak to them as well–to give us some good news…
Because Isaiah also tells of a Banquet of the King
—one that is transformative,
one that speaks of God’s loyalty, fidelity, and faithfulness.

                When we experience God’s reign, it is like refuge and salve
—When Luther reads Isaiah 25 he is forced to exclaim, “Christ is our Asylum!”

                When we experience God’s reign—the Banquet is one where Death
—seen so often as the ultimate consumer of all things
—in Canaanite mythology Death is a cosmic crocodile consuming universe after universe
—Death is swallowed up, the Eater eaten,
the End of All Things, becoming a mere highlight of a meal.

When we experience God’s reign,
we can embrace a trusting sort of patience, assured of our salvation
—there is shelter in the storm, there is relief from hurt,
there is a new trajectory, because when Death is not the end,
our whole timeline is transformed.

 

For us, we need to pack all that Gospel that Isaiah gives us, into the Terrible Parable of Matthew.
So that when life feels like a fractured fairytale,
filled with cartoonish absurdities…
when even cold comforts and small hopes turn into ash…
we aren’t overwhelmed or undone.

In the midst of the ashes
(and I know there are plenty us here who are in the ashes today)
we can be assured that:
-through Jesus Christ God gives us life out of death,
-God’s reign is the kind of meal that is grace all the way down…
-we get to enter into that joy,
-we get to live a life worthy of our Baptismal calling,
-we get to taste and see that the Lord is good. Amen.

Jesus’ Unfinished Parable

 

            I’ve said it before, and I’m sure I’ll say it again
—Parable are stories told about one thing, to make a point about another…
stories that aren’t easily digestible,
instead parables are stories that sit with you for a while
—you need to chew on them, until they start to chew on you.

            Now today’s parable is a curious one
—the only story Jesus doesn’t finish…
it is Jesus’ unfinished parable.

Let us pray

 

            My sacred imagination (or perhaps my sense of humor) always hears parables as a comedian setting up a joke:
“Have you heard the one about the landowner who planted a vineyard, put up a fence, dug a wine press, built a watch-tower…”

            “Why yes, yes we have, Jesus,” I imagine Peter saying,
“It’s Isaiah’s parable about the vineyard that produces rotten fruit…
It is Isaiah’s creative way of looking at his society and saying,
‘All is not well here.’”

God lovingly cultivated a relationship with his people,
gave the Laws of Moses,
reluctantly agreed to anoint David and his line as king,
accompanied his people through thick and thin
—Idolatries, Invasions, Injustice…
as things got worse God sent the prophets, who would again and again call the people back to faithfulness…
and yet, somehow, for all the pleasant planting,
justice was jilted and produced bloodshed,
seeds of righteousness yielded horrific fruit.

I’d imagine most nations could fit our own life together into such a story.
Here in the US our laws were planted to bring forth the fruits of
Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness…
yet there have certainly been times when:
-our strange fruit has been death dealing,
-we’ve grown weeds that are constraining, confining, and repressive,
-we’ve accidentally (or God help us intentionally) planted gardens of sorrow and sadness.

Yes, Isaiah speaks of bad seed.

 

And Jesus tells a similar parable
—or at least starts to…
it’s like Isaiah’s story, but with one key difference
—instead of focusing on the vineyard,
he focuses on the tenants,
the renters tasked with caring for the land…
people who are supposed to be good stewards of the land.
People who, unfortunately, confused stewardship with ownership.

They see themselves as owning the vineyard
—leaders who see themselves as owning the people of God.
Folks who confuse people with things
—who turn their neighbors into objects,
who don’t recognize that God’s image is firmly pressed on all of our siblings
—your neighbor belongs to God!
In fact, all of this belongs to God!

Imagine how we’d treat each other,
if we knew that the other person belongs to God!
Imagine how grateful we would be if we understood ourselves as stewards not owners
—Perhaps we would be caught up in gratitude
—wow, it is all a gift!

 

            Jesus tells of the landlord
sending servants to collect what is owed him,
and these tenants,
who are owners in their own mind
—these bad stewards
—proceed to do violence to the servants,
beating, killing, stoning them…
their bodies, one imagines,
become compost and fertilizer for the garden…

            So, the Landowner sends his son,
who the tenants plot against
—they seize him, throw him outside the vineyard walls, and execute him there…
and Jesus then asks, “What will the landowner do to these tenants?”

 

            And here’s the thing we easily get wrong about this parable…
if we don’t read carefully,
we imagine the response by the religious leaders is Jesus’ response,
Jesus’ ending to the story…
but in point of fact, the next words are those of the religious leaders.
Their response is:
“Kill ‘em and take their stuff.”
“Retaliation!”
“Respond to hate with hate.”

            These are not Jesus’ words, to be clear.
Not his ending,
but the ending written by the Religious Authorities.
This is not the Kingdom of God.
An eye for an eye is not Jesus’ way.
Replacing “Turn the other cheek” with a slap fight, is not of God…

It is also not the proper response of wider Judaism either
—as Rabbi Hillel taught around the same time as Jesus was teaching:
“What is hateful to you,
do not do to your neighbor.”

            Yes, the golden rule that is common across cultures and religions
is ignored by these religious leaders who respond to Jesus,
and by their own words they condemn themselves,
as they have sewn, so shall they reap.

Their judgement, “put those wretches to a miserable death and find other tenants.” It is like the Prophet Nathan’s condemnation of King David for the Rape of Bathsheba… Nathan describes for David a despicable man who steals sheep,
and David goes berserk with condemnation,
and Nathan drops the truth bomb saying, “You are that man.”

And so, Jesus’ story about the vineyard ends,
turning down the Religious Leaders’ dead end…
The parable is left unfinished…

 

Unfinished at least in words
—but the story is finished in Jesus’ own body.
After this extended back and forth with the religious authorities in Jerusalem,
Jesus embodies this story…
instead of simply a parable,
a story pointing to a reality
—he lives the story into reality,
so that the story of Stewardship and Grace
might be told to the whole wide world!

               Have you heard the one about the landowner,
who deeply loved his vineyard,
poured himself into it,
leased it to tenants,
sent servants to collect the fruits of his labor:
Jeremiah was thrown down a well,
Isaiah ridiculed,
John beheaded
—then God sent his son, Jesus.

              The Son was seized,
taken outside the walls of Jerusalem—that vineyard,
and executed there.

            But that’s not the end of the story
—the rejected stone, becomes the cornerstone.
Nothing, not even Sin, Death, and the Devil, can overcome it.

            The Son did not stay dead.

            He interceded with the Landowner.
He uproots the Religious Authority’s recommended “miserable death”
and plants life.
He renews every garden and vineyard,
transforming hate into peace,
pride into love,
loss into hope,
sorrow into salvation…

His Spirit tirelessly gathers and produces good fruit.

Amen.

Christian Authority is Humility

 

                After Jesus rides into Jerusalem on a donkey,
and symbolically cleanses the temple by chasing out the money changers and declaring, “My house shall be called a house of prayer, but you make it a robbers’ den!”
They come to him, faction after faction of the Jerusalem Elite, asking:
“By what authority? Who gave you this authority?”
Why do you do this? Who told you to do it? How did you decide to do what you’ve done?
By what authority?

                These sorts of questions are not reserved for that heightened moment in Jesus’ life,
they are questions Matthew’s community is clearly asking itself,
and a question for us today as well.

                A question, Jesus cleverly does not answer…
at least not directly.

A question answered by the earliest church in the form of a song
—a song Paul quotes as pertinent to the Christian community in Phillipi,
A song the Church saw fit to save and savor as Scripture.

                The answer to that Authority question is that,
for both Jesus Christ and we Christians,
our authority is found in humility.

                Christian authority is found in humility.

Let us pray

 

                “By what authority?”

                Does it come from heaven?
—if so, that’s certainly a hard claim to verify,
and certainly doesn’t hold up to the acid wash of modernity,
or the unraveling of post-modernity.

                Does it come from humanity?
—human reason, or holding a vote…
if so, that’s a meandering sort of authority,
one so very quickly caught up in personality and will to power.

                Like the first brother in Jesus’ parable, Does it come from the words of our lips?
—do our words have a sort of innate authority to them?
down that road lies:
the quicksand of hypocrisy,
the sharp stubby branches of shibboleths,
and the shadow valleys of magic words and magical thinking.

                Or perhaps Christian authority is the authority of the second brother,
Does it come from our deeds, the works of our hands?
—if so, we better have strong hands to the end,
and beyond the end, no weakness there
—we better hope that people interpret our actions correctly,
or they won’t know the source of the good that we do.

 

                No—none of these things are where either Christ or Christians derive our authority. No, Christian authority is found in humility.
As Paul quotes:

“He did not grasp.
He emptied himself.
Became human-shaped,
slave formed,
reduced to death,
executed on a criminal’s cross.”

Humility—a sign of Christ,
and Paul insists, a sign of the Church as well.

                I was reading a Greek-geek describing the word Paul uses for humility,
and the scholar said something to the effect of:
“If only there was a word in English for humility that expressed
being on the underside, pushed down, down and out.”

Humiliated.
That’s the word he was looking for.

No one likes to be humiliated
—just saying the word conjures up:
images of childhood traumas and mistakes,
instances of exclusion,
being called out, or left behind.

But, one of my all-time favorite quotes, from Theologian Howard Thurman is, “Humility can never be humiliated.”

Paul knew something about that
—After all, he imprisoned when he wrote this letter about Christ’s humility
—he writes what many people call “Paul’s letter of Joy.”
His authority, derived from a humility that transcended humiliation.

 

While Jesus is indirect when answering the Elders and Chief Priests—humility is his answer.
He rides on a donkey not a war horse,
turns over tables instead of taking a cut.
Along with John, Jesus ministers to and uplifts Prostitutes and Tax Collectors
—outsiders of all sorts,
those humiliated and captured by the structures of both Rome and Jerusalem
—they are given relief
and their humiliation is transformed into humility.

Outsiders, the ones who can, with a stark realism, recognize and testify to what Christ has given to them.
A lighthouse is most needed by the ship in a storm,
a true friend most appreciated by the friendless and distressed.
Fear and trembling most keenly felt when none but God gets you through.

 

Humility allows us to name our faults and failings,
name our needs and weaknesses
—and witness,
point to,
tell other people about
—the ways Christ has brought us through and gives us hope!
It is the catalyst to authenticity—which alone makes our witness believable.
We can’t pass on a faith that never changed us.

And also, humility is, as Paul writes, the stuff of community,
it is only when selfishness is slayed and self-interest is put away
—that we can care for each other.

Think of the allegory of the long spoon
—a story told in multiple cultures and faiths (everyone from Rabbis and Church Fathers to Charles Dickens to Tzuang-tsa?):

A man reaches a turning point in his life,
he can choose to serve his community or make a quick buck.
He goes to sleep, and an angel takes him first to hell and then to heaven.

In hell
there are groups of people chained around pots of delightful chili,
but all they have to eat with are spoons with handles too long to reach their own lips
—so they spend eternity around a sumptuous meal none can eat,
growing so frustrated that they regularly poke at each other with their long spoons.

Then he is taken to heaven,
where he finds groups of people chained around pots of delightful chili,
and all they have to eat with are spoons with handles too long to reach their own lips
—and they spend eternity feeding each other the best of food.

 

Humility
—it is the stuff of authentic witness
and a building block of community.

A vaccine for humiliation
and a permission slip for clarifying honesty.

Humility
—the way of our Lord,
and the source of authority for we Christians.
Sung by imprisoned apostles,
and our marching orders
as we leave this church building today. Amen.

Nine Eleven at a Distance

Nine Eleven at a Distance

 

2800 East Pershing Boulevard, Cheyenne WY 82001

Where I was on 9/11

was a long way from

1 and 2 World Trade Center, New York, NY, 10048.

East High School—Tower 1 and Tower 2.

Kids whose parents used to jeer antisemitic things

about New York in particular,

and everything east of the Mississippi in general,

started wearing “I heart NYC” shirts,

and saying, “We’re all New Yorkers Now.”

The first combat death, Specialist Jonn Edmunds, went to East High.

The national media swarmed before we even knew Jonn was dead.

We kids misdirected them,
so his cousin could have some distance,
before the forced public mourning and chatting:

“How does it feel knowing Jonn was a hero?”

All the boys in my neighborhood crowded around

the recruitment office at Frontier Mall.

“We’ll fight them over there,

so we don’t have to fight them over here.”

--

I led my first worship service as a Pastor at St. Stephen, South Plainfield

on the 10^th anniversary.

Moving to Jersey, I became a tourist to the attack.

What had been distant came up close.

“I missed my train that day.”

“Washington Rock, that’s where we watched the smoke from.”

“I knew it couldn’t have been an accident, so I told the team to get out,

even though the boss ordered us to stay put.”

“I was working at a daycare.

We waited for the commuter parents to come and pick up their kids.

We were so thankful they all made it back, eventually.”

--

A couple wars later: high school friends dead, morally injured, jaded beyond belief.

Yet others made a life for themselves, and are doing well

—they have kids graduating high school and going off to college now.

Those who first ran in to help,

and those who followed up later to relieve them,

breathing ungodly dust, sickened and struggling in all sorts of ways.

New York is a different place now,

it has churned through a couple eras since then.

The distance of time, 25 years.

The distance of space, Wyoming to Jersey

—even New Jersey is decidedly not New York,

despite what they may tell you.

The distance is no distance,

and so very far away.

Passover: Passing on the Faith

 

 

                There have been some fairly major deaths in the last week or so
—voice actor Peter Cullen, Singer Dolly Parton, Actor Tim Curry, Norway’s King Harald V, Writer & Farmer Wendell Berry, and Feminist Icon Gloria Steinem.
Inevitably when you read their obituaries there is a consideration of their legacy
—What did they leave behind?
What did they pass on?

                And, in our first lesson today
—the giving of Passover as a Perpetual Ordinance
—we find one of the most famous examples of something being passed on. The Story of God’s salvation… Faith being passed on… ultimately, it becomes about something more than remembering the past.
Instead re-membering God’s acts,
putting the faith together again, so that it can be passed on
—passed forward.

                Revealing his innate conservativism, Wendell Berry once wrote: “The past is our definition. We may strive with good reason to escape it, or to escape what is bad in it. But we will escape it only by adding something better to it.”

                That’s what a living tradition is, that’s the goal of passing on the faith; to make of it something better, to hand off something that is intelligible to the present and serviceable to faithful folk in the future.

                Yes, Passover is about passing on faith.

Let us pray

 

                Any millennial will tell you that there are many reason to PASS, on faith—as in to skip it all together.
Everything from hypocrisies and abuses,
churches identifying with partisan causes, vibes being off, and so many choices each moment of our life that religion seems far too limiting and corrosive…

                But my generation is surely not the first one to struggle with such things…
for example, if you read between the lines, Matthew’s Gospel is written to a community struggling with abuses and factionalism
—these rules we read about today: widening, with an intentional gentleness, the conversation, when someone is hurt
—they are rules so that the powerless may receive recompense
—that the little ones (Jesus likely still has that child on his lap from earlier in the gospel) can find an advocate for them if someone in power is hurting them.

                For that matter, wrestling with legacy is embedded in the Exodus story
—Pharoah after all is using and abusing the Hebrews to build monuments to himself and to Egypt’s Royal past. Carved in stone and never to change…

 

                But Pharoah is confronted with an interesting alternative,
a more meaning laden way to build a legacy.
“Share a meal in community and tell the story of your salvation!
That’ll last for thousands of years!
That’ll transform lives generation to generation!”

                This story leads to both our Holy Communion (an innovation unimaginable to Aaron and Moses),
and also the Seder meal
—a much more elaborate festival than the literal words of Exodus 12
—a ritual still changing, still innovating,
from generation to generation,
continent to continent,
culture to culture.

                In addition to (and perhaps because) Matthew’s telling of the Jesus story is sanded against the grain of conflict and abuse, it also has an
innovative, changeable, contextual edge to it. For example:
-he records Jesus saying to the disciples, “Because you understand my parables, they now belong to you to use and interpret as you see fit.”
-Likewise—in today’s Gospel lesson—he records Jesus empowering and passing on both prayer and the ministry of binding and loosing to the disciples and those who will hear the Good News.

Matthew’s Gospel is written to be passed on, shared, let go of, and given to someone new
—given to those little ones who will find hope and relevance in them,
able to face unimaginable changes in an ongoing faithful way.
Not “The Church of What’s Happening Now” but a Church who can stay faithful, come what may.

 

                “So spill it, Pastor. How do we pass on the faith?”
Community and practice.

Community—gather together in families and household and with your neighbors… so that there are models of the faith…

If you look at all the large interview laden studies of the faith life of young people,
you find very quickly that religious young people stayed or became religious,
because they had examples of “Religion done right.”
People (and not just parents) who they could look up to and say:
“Yeah… I could do something like that.”
“Yeah, grandma is real about her faith.”
“Yeah, Uncle Pete isn’t blowing smoke.”
“Yeah, so and so sure loves Jesus—and I do to!”

Practice—faith is both caught and taught.
Do the thing, then reflect on it,
experience, then explain.

Have a habit of faith, religious rituals
—and also play the faith,
be so comfortable with it that you can bubble up with laughter about it…
as Chesterton once quipped, “It is the test of a good religion whether you can joke about it.”

Be curious and creative, encourage the asking of questions
—even impertinent ones!
Be soaked in scripture and sacraments
—so that when you are wrung out like a sponge, you’re still swimming in the sea of faith.

Think of how Luther hoped the Small Catechism was to be taught
—the whole household together at supper memorizing and discussing the 10 Commandments, the Creed, and Lord’s Prayer.
Whole congregations gathered 4 times a year to do the same.
Community and practice.

 

                Faith is not Pharoah’s pristine monuments,
unchanging save decay and damage
—"a colossal wreck boundless and bare.”

No, it is a legacy like a donated organ,
or Wisdom dispensed as a story told over a family meal,
or a song sung in church and hummed at home and at work,
doors opened and opportunities preserved,
the ground of grace to stand on as everything else is shifting sand.

“Dear friend, wow, I know of a God who saves!
Fellow sinners, there is so much forgiveness here!
Starving masses—there is bread aplenty!
Lost strangers poorly wandering, there is a Way!

All you disconsolate, there is hope; there is a future.”

Amen.

The First Goodreads Review of Hearty Masculinity

 My book received an excellent review by Fred Fontz, who gave me permission to share it on my blog.

"4.5 stars that fell like it deserved to be rounded up rather than rounded down.

Admittedly, “Hearty Masculinity” is a Christian book written by a Christian author. I grew up in the church, but I haven’t actively participated in it for about a decade, so I was genuinely curious how I would receive a book that eventually places faith at the center of its message. I was pleasantly surprised by how much I enjoyed it.

Two things jumped out almost immediately. First, this is an incredibly personal book. Chris Halverson absolutely writes himself into these pages. His experiences, beliefs, struggles, personality, and passion are all part of the story. Second, the book is incredibly well researched. Halverson references roughly two dozen other books throughout his writing and provides additional recommendations for readers who want to continue learning. He doesn’t simply present his opinions as fact. He consistently connects his ideas to a much larger body of work.

I really liked the structure of the book. The first half focuses primarily on the individual, exploring goals, values, vocation, time management, relationships, and what it means to live intentionally. The second half brings faith more directly into the conversation. I think that progression makes the book much more approachable. It gives readers, especially those who may be skeptical of the religious component, an opportunity to get comfortable with Halverson and his ideas before diving deeper into Christianity. In fact, Halverson addresses those skeptics almost immediately. He does so with compassion rather than judgment, seemingly understanding that some readers may have their guard up long before they reach the second half.

Halverson is particularly good at taking big concepts and making them manageable. Goals, values, vocation, relationships, and time management aren’t revolutionary topics, but he gives them purpose and connects them to everyday life. I especially liked the goal-setting worksheet he designed and included in the book. It’s one of those practical tools that takes the discussion beyond philosophy and gives the reader something they can actually use.

His discussion of masculinity also worked really well for me. Rather than simply criticizing stereotypical male behavior, Halverson gently challenges men to do better. There were several relatively simple ideas that stuck with me. His observation that men often build friendships better “shoulder to shoulder” rather than face to face made a lot of sense. Male friendships frequently develop through doing something together rather than sitting down with the explicit purpose of building a relationship. I also really liked his advice not to confuse “roommate stuff” with “marriage stuff.” It’s a simple reminder to keep everyday annoyances in perspective and remember what actually matters in a marriage. His discussion of God being present in the “last, lost, and least” also stuck with me.

One area I appreciated but questioned was Halverson’s passion for liturgy. He clearly finds tremendous meaning in its structure, progression, and purpose, and that passion comes through beautifully in his writing. I don’t question what it means to him, but I do wonder whether the average churchgoer experiences the liturgy with that same level of intentionality. I suspect plenty of Christians simply go through the motions or participate without thinking deeply about why each piece exists. That’s not necessarily a criticism of Halverson’s argument, but because liturgy becomes such an important part of the book, I think it’s a question worth considering.

My other minor criticism is that the writing can occasionally get a little wordy. Phrases like “let’s be grounded in orthopraxy” or “Paul’s forgiveness can feel perfunctory” aren’t exactly everyday language. Those moments stood out because so much of the rest of the book is remarkably approachable.

Overall, I enjoyed “Hearty Masculinity” much more than I expected. That’s not because I questioned Halverson as an author or because I’m particularly anti-church. I simply didn’t expect a faith-centered book on masculinity to connect with me as much as this one did.

Halverson manages to weave his personality together with knowledge, compassion, humor, and grace. He is clearly passionate about bringing people into the church, but somehow that invitation rarely feels pushy. He’s calling people toward faith without making the reader feel like they’re being cornered into it. There is no accusatory sermon or Sunday-morning-knock-at-the-door feeling here. Instead, Halverson presents what he believes, explains why it matters to him, and invites the reader to consider it for themselves.

That approach made all the difference for me."

A Transformed Life Together Flows from God’s Mercy

 

          There is a shift in Paul’s letter to the Romans that occurs here, in chapter 12 that we just read.
Some people describe it as a move from the Theological to the Ethical,
some go so far as to say today’s reading begins a commentary on Jesus’ sermon on the Mount
—this begins a section describing how those blessings are now found wherever Christians gather…

          Paul starts off this section by telling us that:

A Transformed Life Together Flows from God’s Mercy

Prayer

 

A Transformed Life Together Flows from God’s Mercy

A Transformed Life

          “Presenting your bodies as a living sacrifice is a reasonable act of worship.”

          Reasonable.
Some translators try to soften this,
putting the emphasis on the rightness of the worship…
but sometimes…
often even…
Paul says jarring things!

          The Greek word Paul is using is about reason
—A Living Sacrifice is logical…
and it is not…
A living sacrifice is illogical
—the point of sacrifice is the destruction of a thing,
killing of the victim,
to fulfill an obligation,
or cause something to happen.

          There is an If/Then logic to sacrifice
—if I burn some grain,
then I’ve discharged my duty.
If I slaughter an animal,
then the Heavens will look with favor upon me,
we even do that in society today;
if I demonize the scapegoat to the point of destruction,
then we don’t have to look our problems in the face…
at least for a while.

          A living sacrifice is illogical
—or rather there is a different sort of logic to such a sacrifice
—a foolish sort of logic to the eyes of the world…
but to we who find our very lives to be in Christ…
surely, we can be holy fools,
compellingly strange to the eyes of the world.
If Christ is both Crucified and Lord—and he is
—then the logic of the forces that crucified him,
the logic of piety and the logic of power
—they don’t amount to a hill of beans.

          Because the logic of the resurrection is a sort of reversal of sacrifice
—an obligation already fulfilled brings life—new life!
An act done in advance creates… it is a new creation!

Therefore, reasonable worship is transformation!
Reasonable worship is discerning what God is up to and how you can be involved! Reasonable worship is participation in a new creation, it is new life!

 

A Transformed Life Together Flows from God’s Mercy

Together

Reasonable worship isn’t a solo endeavor. Paul’s letters, and ancient letters in general, aren’t written to individuals, but communities
—most of those times Paul writes, “You” it’s actually plural:
“Y’all, or You’se guys, or in certain parts of Pennsylvania, Yins.”

Discernment—ought to be done in community.
I think of my wife’s tradition
—the Society of Friends (Quakers)
—they create “clearness committees”
when someone thinks God is calling them to certain tasks…
such discernment is a group effort!

So too us Lutherans, with our “mutual conversation and consolation of brothers”
yes, when our conscience hurts or is in pain, we can turn to wise siblings of the faith to move us from death to life
—external voices are often the ones who can rightfully see the gifts God has given us to meet the greatest needs of our time…

God’s callings upon our life are not only, or even primarily, internal,
but also external…
not just a vaguely warm feeling in our hearts (after all that might be the venison curry and coffee talking), but someone saying, “you know what you’d be good at!”

An external voice can make all the difference…
I think about my own calling to the ministry of Word and Sacrament…
I was struggling, wrestling, with the strange idea that God might be calling me to be a Pastor…
and I turned to my pastor, Pastor Sarah.

I did so incredulous and embarrassed by my own sense of call
—my plan at the time was to do AmeriCorps and become a teacher,
and her response was a holy, “Well duh! What other teenager organized a weekly theological discussion group at a local fast-food joint?”

          Yes, we can name one another’s gifts and be transformed together,
-some gifted with cheerfulness are called to acts of compassion,
-others graced with a teacher’s spirit teach,
and so on…
See how the great variety of vocations we’ve been given collectively as a church, add up to something more!
Joined to Christ in Baptism,
discovering the gifts God has already given us…
we, though many, are one body in Christ.

 

A Transformed Life Together Flows from God’s Mercy

Flows from God’s Mercy

          All faithful acts proceed from God’s mercy!
It is mercy first, last, and always!
None of this our doing
—all of it flowing from God’s myriad of good acts for all those He loves!
Creation, Redemption, Holy Sustenance
—saved from and saved for
—saved from captivity, saved for a free faithful life in Jesus Christ.

          Lest we start to get ideas of us making the world right on our own,
without the Spirit’s calling
—we need to turn back to the first 11 chapters of Romans.
In a sense, this section of Romans is, the “So What” of God’s grace
—the Therefore
of chapter 1-11s Because.

          Because God acts first,
because God is generous,
because Jesus is Lord,
because the Spirit intercedes for us with sighs too deep for words…
therefore together we are living, in starts and stops surely, living this transformed life.

          Because of God’s triumphant victory over the Devil and all his empty promises,
therefore we can be confident that Jesus Christ is trustworthy!
Because Death could not hold Christ and we are jointed to his resurrected life,
therefore we live life anew.
Because we are saved from Sin by God’s radical ongoing forgiveness,
therefore we can be a forgiving people.

A Transformed Life Together Flows from God’s Mercy.      

Dear friends, may these words be more than the hinge between sections of an ancient letter,
may they be written by God in us.
Amen.

Sermon: The Mythopoetics of Peter & Elijah

            I don’t know if you’ve heard, but Hollywood is ecstatic,
for the first time since Covid, people are REALLY going back to the movies…
and not just any movie…
Christopher Nolan’s adaption of Homer’s Odyssey
—a tale nearly 3,000 years old…

            And people want more! They’re turning back to the Original Ancient Greek Poem;
there is even something of a pop-culture fight over which English translation of the Odyssey is the best…
Classists and English Teachers
are being thrust into Tik-Tock battles and culture wars…

In this moment, the culture has a taste for the mythopoetic
—a concept popularized by J.R.R. Tolkien author of Lord of the Rings…
Mythopoetics
—art that expresses a heightened reality, tells primordial stories, speaks to order and meaning…
we’re hungry for it…

 

And today, both Elijah and Peter are found in a similar place to King Odysseus
—caught in mythopoetic storms and Theophanic assaults…

faced with a reality so much bigger than themselves,
they are transformed,
so they can be who they need to be
in their life made new.

Prayer

 

            At first blush, Peter meeting Jesus in the storm can seem, merely, like choppy water and superstition.
But Matthew wants us to hear ancient biblical echoes (that in turn echo even earlier stories) in his Gospel.
The boat Peter is on is being battered—tormented
—by Sea—by chaos itself, primeval chaos
—Tohu vaBohu in Genesis
—Formless & Void,
Disordered & Uncreated…
that which defies Creation and Creator.

And not only that, “It’s a ghost!”
A Phantom, a Shade stalking the space between death & life
—a thing that goes bump in the night and raise the hairs on the back of your neck
—this is intense!

Death and Chaos meet Peter, at least that’s his initial experience of it.

To this Jesus responds, “Take heart, it is I; do not be afraid.”
“It is I”, a phrase harkening back to the Hebrew Bible
—I AM
—the name God offers Moses from the burning bush.

“In so far as you are I AM, command me to step onto Chaotic Waters” Peter asks of Jesus, stepping out into the mythopoetic storm.

 

Likewise, Elijah,
having defeated the Prophets of Ba’al and escaped with his life,
hears a voice of God, and lists off his extreme zeal:
-he alone is faithful Israel,
-upholding their end of the covenant,
-still worshipping after everyone else has left the building,
-and is the last prophet.

In essence he’s saying: “O’ Lord! I’m holding the whole of your people on my back.”

And he is sent to see God as God passes by.

There is dreadful wind, just like in Genesis
—“God’s wind swept over the waters.”

Then there is earthquake
—just like in Psalm 29, where God makes things quake so much that the mountain ranges of Lebanon and Sirion skip
like shaky knob kneed infant animals.

            Finally, there is fire
—like Moses’ bush or like the fire that fell and defeated the Prophets of Ba’al…

            These intense images of God showing up
—Theophanies—profoundly frightening encounters with a God who is
truly other, strangely holy… awesome and awful.

            But God is in none of those things
—God meets him in sheer silence, A Still Small Voice. Thin Quiet.

            (Pause)

 

            This silence subverts expectations
—God is strange in a different way than we thought…
God in a small silent moment…
a clarifying silence where there is nothing
—Rock Bottom perhaps
—a time where hope is all you got.

 

            Probably the most famous scene in the Odyssey is the one with the cyclopes.
Poly-phemus, the cyclopes, askes Odysseus his name,
and he replies, “Odyss”—No One.
And after their confrontation the Cyclopes shouts, “No one has blinded me,”
and his brethren do not come to his aid…
because “Odyss” blinded him…

So too God’s name: “I AM.”
In the ancient world, names had a power to them, like magic,
know the name, know the person or thing
—know the name, it owes you something,
the deity is within your grasp…

But the one who is and was and is to come
—the one who exists and is existence…
that’s a GOD—not an idol…

 

-Elijah overselling his righteousness
only to find that God is there in the lonely silence…
-Peter… afraid and courageous, doubtful and called…
there on the water with nothing holding him up except a little buoyancy and trust in the one who walks upon chaotic waters and catches those afraid of death—Jesus, savior of those who doubt…

 

Both are changed
changed to return to everyday life,
but it is no longer ordinary.

Out of the silence, Elijah goes back home,
where 7,000 faithful people await his return
—New allies, new kings, new prophets—out of nothing,
that clarifying silence opens up trust and hope and a way forward.

Grasped and pulled up out of the water,
Peter’s little faith
—a starter kit faith
—a beginner’s faith
—is enough—like a mustard seed it grows.
“Save me!” is enough of a cry of faith!
His little faith culminates in a big confession,
“Truly you are the Son of God.”

 

In both The Odyssey and Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings
—these Mythopoetic works
—there is the end that is beyond the end
—The Hobbits go home and scourge the Shire,
Odysseus’ journey isn’t done when he arrives home, he still needs to reclaim his family and his life.
They return, but changed, and that change
—after encountering deeper reality, disorder and order on a cosmic scale
—transforms their return into a homecoming
—a reintegration,
a meaningful ending,
grounded and grateful.

 

So too, I pray,
when God draws us into the mystery of faith
may Christ refresh us and comfort us,
may we understand our day to day as extraordinary,
the very territory of God.
May we be transformed to be who we need to be in a life made new.
Amen.

How’d those Bipartisan Policies work out?

               A while back I wrote a few policy prescriptions for the Republicans, the Democrats, and offered a few things that might receive bipartisan consensus. How are they turning out?

·       The 21^st Century ROAD to Housing Bill passed, despite the president choosing not the sign it.

·       The Armory of Democracy direction I suggested is a mixed bag, the Lindsey O Graham Sanctioning Russia Act is in place, but we also seem to be burning through our stockpile of anti-missile weapons at a staggering rate.

·       Affordability seems to be a buzzword for Democrats and a “hoax” for Republicans.

·       We’re still grappling with Artificial Intelligence legislatively; the Pope and other religious groups are doing a lot of thoughtful work in that area.

·       Primaries may be doing the heavy lifting on the “Thrown the Bums Out Anti-corruption” end of things. The President made $2,200,000,000 off his presidency this year.