Thursday, August 25, 2022

Sermon: Watching Jesus

 


         Grand tension
—Pharisees watching Jesus, 
Jesus watching them! 
They wonder, 
who is he?

Is he a lover of purity? 
He is a follower of John after all
—a puritan if they’d ever seen one… 

Or is he wise to the point of cunning
—gaming the Grecco-Roman system of Honor/Shame culture? 

Or is he something else entirely? 

-As Jesus does yet another healing on the Sabbath, this time of a man with dropsy, 
-as he speaks the words we read today about guests and hosts, 
-and then concludes with words about the reign of God… what it means that God is the host and we are the guest…

As all of this unfolds, 
they watch him, 
waiting to find out who he really is.

Prayer

 

         Watching, wondering who he is, the Pharisees think… “Perhaps he’s a purity man, this Jesus
—more stringent than the Pharisees
—the kind of Holy Man who might find escape from all this day to day stuff,
might uphold the strictest reading of the Law as balm for him, 
and condemnation for everyone else.”

         Imagine Jesus, confronted by this man with dropsy, bloated and in pain, and generally ostracized, 
and Jesus doing nothing
—using this sick man as an example of strict Sabbath observance, 
parroting the Law as interpreted by the Qumran sect, “It is unlawful to heal on the Sabbath, it is even unlawful to rescue a child or oxen.”

         Imagine Jesus as a reluctant, absent, guest, too severe to celebrate a wedding, 
not humble, but distant.

         Imagine a Jesus who is so concerned with ritual defilement that inviting the outsider is forbidden, 
because that outsider’s status is a sign of God’s displeasure. 
“No man with a physical handicap—crippled, lame, blind, deaf, dumb, blemished, or a doddering old man,” can eat with us.

         Imagine a Jesus who declares that the Messianic Banquet
—that the Holy Meal showcasing God’s Kingdom, 
is a small affair, 
it can fit in a single room, 
place settings for two, maybe three at the most
—because the Kingdom of God belongs to the few, 
the most pure, 
the true believin’ religious elite, 
only they belong.

 

         Watching, wondering who he is… perhaps, the Pharisees think, carefully observing this Jesus of Galilee, 
he is in on the hustle
he’s a player 
who is good at the game… 
perhaps, they wonder, he’s drawn so many followers, because he understands the Roman game of Honor/Shame, better than the rest of us… 

perhaps he’s in tune with the pecking order that shaped more than popularity, 
but quality of life
—he’s mastered the society where the awkwardness of where to sit at the Junior High lunchroom the first week of school, would determine: 
-who you would marry, 
-how much money you could make, 
-how successful you’d be in life…

perhaps he knows how to get what he wants, 
how to move the crowd to anger with a few striking accusations, or how to open people’s pocket books with a certain look or promise.”

         Imagine a Jesus who dismisses the sick man, 
not because it’s the Sabbath, 
but because he’s got nothing to give… 
so he prepares to leave, only to be healed, 
because the sick man now owes Jesus everything… 
and this imagined Jesus is the type to collect.

         Imagine Jesus’ advice
-the goal of being a guest is to be seen and be somebody
-If you do nothin’ else, work the room
-Thrive in a society that is built on you-scratch-my-back-I’ll-scratch-your-back...

The goal of being a host is to invite so you can be invited back… 
who do you owe a favor to? When you plan a party, 
draw up a list of things you want 
and a list of who can get those things… 
wring every cent out of this dinner party, 
this investment… 
the whole point of get togethers is to get one over on someone else, 
to make contacts
to touch the live wire of influence and flaunt what you got so that you can get some more… 
quid pro quo all the way down…

 

         Imagine Jesus describing the Kingdom of God as on opportunity,
 to get and to shame
the Holy Meal 
a hall of mirrors and manipulation.

         They watch him so very carefully to see on which side his bread is buttered
—is he another religious extremist 
–or a charlatan collecting favors and scratching backs, until he’s top of the heap?

 

         But they started watching him too late
—at his birth Mary sang about what kind of man he would be
—he will scatter the proud and lift up the lowly…

         Too late, they should have listened to Jesus’ first sermon “The Spirit of the Lord is upon me” to bless the poor, captive, blind, and oppressed.

         The Pharisees were too late,
they could have listened in when John the Baptist’s disciples asked, 
quite openly, 
the same sorts of questions the Pharisees hope to get answered by passive observation, 
“the blind receive sight, the lame walk, lepers are clean, the deaf hear, the dead are raised, the poor have good news.”

 

         They should have listened earlier… but they waited
and now they wonder and watch… 
so he gives them a show
He shows them that he is neither… 
he is something else entirely!

         He insists that the Sabbath is meant for liberty
—for restoring the image of God in those whose lives have had it marred in one way or another.

         He insists on quoting from Proverbs 25, 
lifting up humility as the right posture of the guest.

         He insists that hosts ought to invite those in who are the furthest outside the inner circle, 
those who cannot repay a kindness…

         He insists that the Kingdom of God is for all, 
there is still more room at God’s table!

It might not sit well with some people:

-Those for whom God’s grace is offensive, or for whom God’s Word has become blasé. 
-Those who seek to be holier than God.

-Those who sit at the table only to shame and use God’s name for gain.

         God’s open table and inviting Kingdom 
might not seem right to folk like that, 
but for those of us who are perishing! 
My God!

         God’s Welcome, charity, love… 
it gives us grateful hearts. Christ’s message and mission… 
it is peace, gentleness, healing and rebirth! 
Thanks be to God!

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Saturday, August 13, 2022

Sermon: Strange Songs

            Songs get inside you and can stay with you

—they are how we learn our ABCs and multiplication tables “Three is a magic number” right…
For that matter, everyone from Athanasius to Luther to John Wesley to Marty Haugen insist
—Truths about God’s relationship to the world are often incomprehensible, 
until they can be sung.

            That said, there are a few instances in scripture where a song about God is sung in such a way it almost becomes MORE incomprehensible
—we read two such instances today
—The Psalmist’s story about the Oneness of God, 
and Isaiah’s Blues ballad, or perhaps a sad country song—about God’s vineyard.

            Both strange songs, 
sung about God in minor keys and nearly as parodies.

            Strange songs.

Prayer

 

            Strange songs.

There is a scene in Back to the Future, where Marty McFly plays the song “Johnny B. Goode” three years before it is released, and everyone is utterly confused by his playing.

He responds, “But your kids are going to love it.”

Psalm 82 is sung in a similar vein 
(his generation is baffled by monotheism, but the next will embrace it with all their heart) … 
the Psalmist is struggling to explain monotheism
—the belief that only one God exists
—to a society chock fully of gods, 
a culture saturated in polytheism. 

He’s like the first fish who crawled on dry land trying to describe it to other fish…

The Psalmist comes up with this song, to explain it, 
explain to people who can’t wrap their heads around the idea, 
that God is one and all other gods are idols…

The one true God, the God of Heaven and Earth, the God of all that is, seen and unseen
—calls all the other gods of the world together into his office, and reads them the riot act.

God says to them:
“you gods, you have been judged as wanting! 
You brought about injustice, 
you’ve shown partiality to the powerful 
and waited on the wicked, 
you’ve been incompetent, 
you stumble and cause natural disasters, ruining lives.

And as such, no longer shall you be gods, 
you shall be mortals, and die like anyone else.”

            Again, this is a strange song! 
A strange way to say, “God is one.”

            But the Psalmist, like Marty McFly, knows that singing: “God is one” is a little hard to hear for his generation, but the next will hear it plain, and won’t need a song about God slaughtering the other gods… 
“But your kids are going to love it.”

 

            This song might seem distant to us… because it is… 
distant… until we take seriously what our Lutheran tradition has to say about idols
—false gods are anything that we fear, love, or trust excessively… 
creaturely things that we elevate to the position of the creator.

            Yes, for the Psalmists generation it was Ba’al and Tiamet, and a whole host of heavenly hosts… 
but today we have our own pantheons… 
there are plenty of things that we give our loyalty to, 
experiences that make us feel small, and so we cozy up to them hoping to feel big, 
ideals we idolize…

            One way to find our false gods is to ask ourselves: 
“When the stuff hits the fan, where do I turn?” 
Whatever that thing, or person is, has the potential of being an idol to you…

            Or, read ads and watch commercials, with a critical eye
—what is the thing that the ad is telling you will fix all of your problems?

 

            For that matter, our Idols can be people too… 
Lutheran Pastor Nadia Bolz-Weber—the closest thing the ELCA has to a super-star
—starts off every one of her new members classes saying, 
“I’m going to disappoint you,” 
because so many people buy the hype around her, that they elevate her to an idol, 
when she herself is very aware that she’s O’ so human, 
and will fail at times, 

like all humans, 
all created things 
fail at times…

            Elevating ideas, and people, and things 
to a place of honor that ought to be persevered for God, 
warp us, sometimes warp whole societies, 
just as the Psalmist describes
—the needy go unaided, 
people’s lives get shaken in unjust ways, 
all of it…
but fear not! The Psalmists’ good new is that 
all these would-be idols, are mortal
—they will pass away, 
there is a place for created things, 
but it is not always, not forever. 
We don’t need to make anyone, or anything, into a savior
—He’s already come!

 

            Isaiah also sings a strange song

            It starts off as a love song
—similar to the Song of Songs 
(8 chapters of sensual songs, 
sometimes read in order to embarrass bride and groom 
on their wedding)
—but Isaiah sings it strange
—a marriage ballad… 
between a farmer and his farm… 
a song about working hard to produce what is good… 
and getting nothing in return.

Like a blues ballad, 
“My baby done left me. What should I do? 
My baby left me, it’s misery through and through.”

            And yet this farmer and field, 
vinedresser and vineyard… 
they’re revealed to be God and God’s people…
—God planted justice, 
but it grew up bloodshed…

            It’s like planting carrots 
and finding out you got turnips instead… 
worse still… the turnips are poison!

God have mercy!

Isaiah’s song is a strange song 
turning us inward, 
to seek the intentions of our hearts, 
and outward 
to look carefully at the fruits of our heart, 
the results of our intentions.

            A song, too, 
that reminds us of how much God loves us, 
and God’s will for us
—God loves us like a bride loves her groom, 
like a farmer loves his field, 
a vinedresser her vineyard. 

 

            Strange songs, moving us to prayer: 
God who transcend all the idols we might put ahead of You, 
God who love us and desires our fruitful growth
—make resentment cease, 
bring us all to merciful reconciliation, 
let our lives spread your peace.

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Saturday, August 06, 2022

Sermon: Unexpected God

        On my vacation last week, Lisa and I visited Philly and we stopped in at my seminary; I got to chat with two wonderful professors and show Lisa around the campus… 

and she was blown away by the artwork all around
—a painting of Christ by Sadao Watanabe, 
an etching of Christ’s head by Albrecht Durer. 
Now, if you don’t know who those artists were—don’t worry, I didn’t either…

         And that was just it… that campus was the center of my life for four years… and I never once noticed these famous images of Jesus Christ… 

I wasn’t alert to them.

         Today, I want you to hear two things:

         Be alert—know thyself and,

Be alert—don’t miss what God is up to.

Prayer

 

         The scroll of Isaiah has a starling start to it
—in the midst of the Assyrian siege of the nation, 
Isaiah of Jerusalem begins his Word of the Lord with a discussion about worship
—that there are worship practices that do not honor God. In fact, God rejects worship without ethics.

         He is saying, in effect, “Don’t give me ceremony, instead cease doing evil.”

         He is warning his community
—and all of those who see ourselves as within his tradition
to be alert, be alert so that our worship doesn’t hide our sins.

Modernizing Isaiah for a moment he might write about worship like this:
“Gather to do Good. 
Read God’s Word in order to transform your deeds. 
May the Holy Meal move you to share. 
You are sent out from worship in order to seek out the least, last, and lost.”

 

 

         The reason we begin worship with either confession and forgiveness or Thanksgiving for Baptism—is so that we don’t kid ourselves, we don’t pretend like our intentions are always honorable, like we’ve went a week without fault or foible—like our lives aren’t one ongoing return to the font and Jesus’ promise there. 

         One of my favorite morning prayers begins, “forgive me for the sins I have so labored to hide from others that I have hid them from myself.” I love it because it is so true… 
we humans are really good at putting the best construction on our actions, and the worst on those of our neighbors.

         Be alert, Isaiah warns, so that you don’t use worship to hide from your sins and the sins of your society.

         Be alert, as well, Jesus warns, in Luke’s Gospel, that that you don’t let your possessions possess you. 
Don’t let markers of success in this world, wealth and padded purses, persuade you they are your Master, 
or lull you into a false sleep of materialism, and you stop following Jesus!

         Be alert so that you know yourself as you truly are, warts and all…

 

         Be alert, but, don’t be afraid.

         Ultimately, God calls us to be alert
not to catch and punish others, or ourselves
but so that we can see what God is up to! 
So that God’s forgiveness and salvation and sustenance
—might be real for you
real for us.

         Be alert, because God is an unexpected kind of God
—God is going to show up in ways we’d never anticipate…

 

         I’ve been reading a biography of the Civil War general Ulysses S Grant… now he and General Sherman, eventually won the Civil War preserving the Union… but only after every other general had had their crack at things
—neither general was an expected kind of war hero, 
neither was the kind of leader anyone in the Union anticipated… 

The powers that be thought West Point Professors, and “Self-Anointed North American Napoleons”, and General McClellen who asked to be referred to simply as “Little Mac,” were what would win the war… 
but it was Sherman, who dealt with mental illness, 
and Grant, who struggled with addiction all his life
—who won the day.

(as a side note the two formed a beautiful friendship, on account of their mutual struggles… Sherman went so far as to write, “Grant supported me when I was crazed, and I supported him when he was drunk.”)

 

         Just as they were unexpected leaders, 
God is an unexpected kind of God.

         After all, the idea that a god would forgo worship… 
that’s bizarre… 
ethics before devotion… not the most common religious tradition in Isaiah’s day…
that’s why you gotta be alert and watch
watch for the God who shows up, 
not only in bread and wine, water and word, 
but also in the midst of our daily choices, 
our roles and responsibilities, 
when we’re at our best 
and when we’re at our worst. 
Be alert!

 

         Be alert, because our Lord Jesus will seem strange to us as well… 
just as I missed these beautiful, famous, images of Jesus
for 4 years! 
So too, we can miss Jesus among us. 
After all, the way Jesus describes his arrival among us, frankly, breaks the mold!

 

Jesus says he’s going to show up as a Shepherd (this is sometimes a way people talk about Kings in the ancient world)… 
a Shepherd… who gives away his kingdom! 

In other words, a Prince, a Shepherd, who pushes away fear, 
whose father—the King—finds pleasure in giving us his Kingdom, 
giving us the riches of the Kingdom of God! Be alert!

A Master, who, finding us awake and aware of his joyful return from the wedding feast
—a Master who then serves the servants… 
this is Maundy Thursday kind of stuff
—Jesus kneeling to wash the Disciple’s feet, even the feet of Judas who would betray him… be alert!

A Thief, who is the Son of Man… 
an exalted figure found in the book of Daniel… 
a Thief, let us confess, who takes what is ours, and gives us what is his… 
who takes our worship
—always ambiguous, even when faithful
—takes that which possesses us and stupefies us, 
so that we do not know the goodness of God… 
takes all of that 
and gives us the stores of the treasury of Heaven
—his inheritance is our heritage
—goodness and justice, 
rescue and defense, 
encouragement and help
—forgiveness, salvation, blessing, 
mercy and love!

Be alert
because God is strange and wondrous

Be alert
the Son of Man comes at an unexpected hour.
Amen and Alleluia!

Saturday, July 09, 2022

Sermon: How, not Who

Today, Jesus is asked the question, “What must I do to inherit eternal life?” 

How do I live a life that transcends the ages? 
How do I live faithfully? 
How do I live a life that matters?

Jesus, responds with his own question, “What does it say in scripture? How do you read our tradition?” 

         The Lawyer’s response is not unusual, he thinks back to the second verse of the Jewish morning and evening prayer known as the Shema:

         “Hear O Israel the Lord our God, the Lord, is one. You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your might.” 
         To which he adds from Leviticus, “You shall not take vengeance or bear any grudge against the sons of your own people, but you shall love your neighbor as yourself.”
         And that could have ended the discussion right there. Jesus answers, 
“Yup. Love is the shape of a human life… 
So go on and love God with your whole self and love your neighbor as yourself.”

Everyone gets to go home early!

         But, the Lawyer insists upon asking the who question. 
“Who,” he asks, “is my neighbor?” 
“Who,” he asks, “must I love as myself?” 
“Who,” he asks, “must I love to gain eternal life?”

         He is looking for the geography of love, borders, sides, 
lines compassion ought not cross…

         But, when it comes to the question of a life of love
—the question of Christ’s command to love… 
we must ask how questions, 
not who questions. 

 

Let us pray

Jesus takes this question about eternal life

—this who question

—and takes it out of the abstract

—he solidifies, 

“love your neighbor as yourself,” in the form of a story.

After all, “Once upon a time,” is a more effective instructor than, “thou shalt not,” or even, “thou shalt.”

         He takes this lofty concept and lowers it onto a road

—the Road from Jerusalem to Jericho. 

This road winds and twists, gets narrow, and is an easy place from which to ambush someone.

Travel was a dodgy business back in those days and Pilgrimage to and from Jerusalem was especially harrowing; 
the zealots financed their war against Rome with ill-gotten gain from the very people they were said to be protecting…

This road, was a dangerous road, and a deadly place to ponder the meaning of life.

Jesus answers the “who question” the Lawyer had very clearly and very concretely. 
         -Who? The bloody carcass of a man mangled on a dangerous road—he is your neighbor.
         -Who? A man stripped naked, so you can’t tell if he’s your kin or not—he is your neighbor.
         -Who? A man without any means to repay you—he is your neighbor.

 

Acting merciful in the midst of death and danger
—think of those scenes of panic after any number of recent shootings, showing compassion at times of intense need
—that’s how Jesus answers the eternal life question and the who question. 

When you can’t even tell who it is you’re helping and you help them anyway

—that’s when you know you’re loving your neighbor. That’s the fruits of a meaningful life.

But Jesus doesn’t stop there. 
He then turns to those who ask the who question, 
and shows how the who question leaves persons stranded and dying on deadly roads.

You see, the Priest asked the who question, 

Who is that there, is he dead? 

Who is he? A Zealot pretending to be hurt, waiting to ambush me?” 
The Priest then decides that he’ll go to the other side, to be on the “safe side.”
         The Levite asks the same questions—the who questions. And he too decides to go to the other side, in order to be on the “safe side.”

         Both these men were people the injured man would have naturally seen as his kin
—as his neighbors, 
yet they passed by.

         Perhaps both of these men they were simply numb, no longer able to be moved by the horrors of this world. 
Perhaps their souls were no longer awake to his humanity, they simply couldn’t see him as a fellow human being.

Then—to add insult to injury—the man who helps the injured man
the man who doesn’t ask the who question
—is a Samaritan! As close to kin as the Levite and Priest were
—this man was not…

 

We just can’t hear the scandal of this today—after all we know this story as “The Parable of the Good Samaritan.” But in Jesus’ day there was no such thing as a “good” Samaritan.

The enmity Jesus’ people had toward the Samaritans was old… 
In the year 722 the people who would become Samaritan were first introduced to the region of Galilee. 
Centuries of festering ill-will…

The hatred Jesus’ people had toward the Samaritans was religiouscultural, and ethnic.

Samaritans were the ancient enemy, the wrong religion, the wrong culture, and the wrong race.

 

Jesus doesn’t mess around when he tells a story! The hero of Jesus’ story—the one that doesn’t ask who—is a Samaritan.

This Samaritan asks a different question, he asks how.

How am I going to help this man?”

         And his actions answer this question loudly. He becomes personally involved. 

He personally binds up wounds, he gives of his oil and his wine, he puts the wounded man on “his own beast” and gives of his own monies.
         When confronted by someone broken by the conflicts and snares of this world

—by banditry and by pain

—he did not ask who is that? 

Is that person worth helping? 

Is he someone of my religion? 

From my nation? 

My race? 

My social standing?
No!

         He asked, “How can I help him?

What resources do I have, or do I know of, that can help that person!”

He was not numb, or asleep, or in anyways uncompassionate to this man’s plight.

He was moved! (Literally moved in his inmost parts—physically overcome with pity and empathy).

 

And once Jesus finished up his parable, he asked another question of the Lawyer. Because the Lawyer was so busy asking who is my neighbor?

So Jesus asked a different question—
“Which of these three was neighborly to the man who fell among the robbers? Which one was neighborly to his neighbor?”
         Sheepishly the Lawyer must admit, “The one showing mercy on him.” 

That is, the one who is moved in the gut, so that they are forced to move with hands and feet, moved to minister and give aid!

         Jesus isn’t concerned with who the neighbor is

—he’s concerned with how we treat the neighbor. 

He is concerned with showing mercy in the midst of death and danger!

Concerned that we are awake to our neighbor in need, 
Concerned that we are creating a community of love.

Concerned for All God’s Children!

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Saturday, July 02, 2022

Paul’s Letter to the Galatians Retold for Modern Ears



 


Dearest Siblings,

            If you hear nothing else in this letter I write to you, hear this, you are God’s Children.

            Do you know my story? I was a zealous Jew—a fundamentalist you might call me… a violent extremist even. You see, I had heard that some Jews had declared that Jesus of Nazareth was the Messiah—the Chosen One of God sent to make all things right. This Jesus, who was crucified on a cross, who his disciples claimed was raised from the dead and ascended to God’s right hand—they declared “Jesus is Lord.”

            Now, I’d read my bible, and knew Deuteronomy—there it is written, “All who hang upon a tree are accursed.” I had my proof text, so I knew they were lying about God.

So, being a violent extremist, I did the logical thing, I rallied around the stoning of Stephen, harassed and harried the church in Jerusalem until they fled; I did all I could to oppose these so called “people of the way.”

            And then I met him—their resurrected Lord.

            I was wrong—the Blessed One received the curse of the cross, and in so doing short circuited all curses, so that all may be blessed, so that all may be God’s Children.

 

            After this shock, I went back home for three years and looked at everything in light of the earliest Christian creed, “Jesus is Lord.” Then, Jesus’ disciples called me to preach that Gospel to the non-Jewish world. All went well, until, a disaster occurred at my home congregation in Antioch.

While I was away, strangers came, and sewed division between the Jewish Christians and Non-Jewish Christians there—the central point of this conflict was at the meal table—they became dis-united at the com-union table. The interlopers claimed the non-Jewish Christians were outsiders to the Gospel, that they were of a different family, who God only partially embraced. By the time they got done with the community Christians were treating one another like strangers, instead of fellow Children of God. 

The reason I wrote this letter to the Galatians is that the same thing was happening among them, divisions, divisiveness, and disowning one another. May it never happen among you!

 

            The root of this division was that they preached a different Gospel. A False Gospel. They preached a Jesus Plus Gospel… but the Gospel is Just Jesus.

            They preached a False Gospel, that claimed that the Kingdom of God has second class citizens… That there are multiple tiers to trusting Jesus. 

(For example, if you look at the pietism movement within Lutheranism, it is a reaction to the idea that the clergy are above lay people—that’s why the ELCA defines their clergy as set apart or aside, not set above)

            They preached a False Gospel, that claimed that before you put on Christ as your baptismal garment, you have to put on other cultural or religious garb… That before God can save you, you gotta save yourself. 

(For example, this was part of St. Augustine’s big question in his book City of God do you have to be a good Roman before you can be a good Christian?)

            

So hear this: Jesus Christ plus anything is less than Jesus Christ

-Jesus plus the Law is less than Jesus Christ. 

-Jesus plus circumcision is less than Jesus Christ. 

-Jesus plus hierarchy is less than Jesus Christ. 

 

            Here’s the Gospel, the True Gospel.

            The True Gospel is that God shows no partiality, the Promise of Jesus is meant for all. You’re a Child of God.

            The True Gospel is that if God sets you free, you’re free! You’re a Child of God.

 

            What God did in Jesus Christ, wasn’t window dressing, it was substantial. 

The Gospel is not a renegotiation of some rules; it’s God’s invasion of an enslaved world, the overthrow of all wickedness, the emancipation of all who are captured by sin, adopting us as Children of God.

The Gospel is the promise that God is transforming the entire cosmos through his Son, Jesus. God is recreating everything, and the Church gets to be part of that!

 

So, don’t get twisted up in the type of games that they were playing in Antioch. If God is recreating everything, those easy categories we use to make sense of the world, become stumbling blocks for embracing Jesus and being his body in the world together with your fellow believers. 

In fact, in my days, it was assumed the universe was created and held together by something called antimonies—pairs of opposites “Air and Earth, Fire and Water, Flesh and Spirit, Slavery and Freedom” and so on. So, most people believed that these divisions were REAL, were the actual bricks used to create the world… but God’s making all things news—recreating the world, and the only category that truly matters is belonging to God.

Gender, indebtedness, criminal records, social status, race, country, and culture and all that comes with those categories…These dividing lines, these categories we use to construct our world, melt in the waters of Baptism. You are God’s Children.

I write this letter leaning on a single question that I pray that Christianity will continue to wrestle with, even long after I, Paul, am dead. “Who occupies you?”

 

In case I’m being obtuse, or a certain level of rugged individualism has clogged your ears to what I’m asking, let me try to state my question a little more clearly—Who occupies y’all? Or maybe, “you’se” or “You’uns” or “you folk” or even just “the congregation?”

While every individual is precious, and that truth must not be lost—our life together as Christians, as the body of Christ, is of utmost importance to my question today “Who occupies you?”

I pray that the ages will not neuter my question, tame it, make it into a question of private morality or some sort of spiritual hobby.

Because this is about all of us, how we live as freed people, how we are Christ for one another. “Who occupies you?”

Have you noticed there is a vicious, silent, enslaving, invasion going on? In the seeming plainness of our lives there is a war going on. This power holds us down, has occupied the lives of so many, has enslaved so much of the world.

 

In my letter to the Galatians, I called this occupying power, this enemy, “The Flesh.” 

It saddens me to hear that many have taken this word to deal with human bodies, and has led some people to feel great shame for being an embodied human being. This was not my intent, in fact if you read my letters carefully you will note I make a distinction between The Flesh, this thing that has pulled one over on us and has captured us, and The Body, which is part of the good human thing we’ve been created to be

 

So, perhaps I could come up with a way to re-name this power, for all your sakes, so that you might more easily understand what I’m saying,

What then shall I call it?... This occupying power is Sin. This occupying power is Self-obsession. This occupying power is Neighbor-Destruction… You get my point now, don’t you? We are occupied by, self, by being turned away from our neighbor and fixated on MEEEE!

 

That’s what I mean when I say “we are occupied by The Flesh.” That’s what I mean when I say that The Flesh is at war against us, intends to take us prisoner, and enslave us. “Who occupies you?”

 

Like any occupation, there are those who resist. Those brave groups of people who fight back, who escape, who will not cooperate with the enemy, no matter what.

 

One way of resisting, a force used to combat the occupation, a good one, a godly one even, is The Law. Yes, The Law, a set of rules we can follow to stop hurting our neighbors, to quit seeking after selfish things, to resist Sin, resist the Flesh. 

The 10 commandments, the stories of God’s acts for God’s people, community rules, at their best basic, the rules governing society, are put in place to restrain evil and make good neighbors.

I repeat, The Law is a good solution, even one given by God. Yet it, like us, has been enslaved by the Flesh, infected even, not allowed to act as it ought.

It’s proper use is to help us love our neighbor, but it can be made to be exclusive and can keep us immature. The Law creates insiders and outsiders, those who follow it, and those who do not, and that separation has a way of coming back at you like a boomerang. You start defining yourself as not a lawbreaker, and soon enough you are defining yourself as not like your neighbor—soon enough you build a wall between you and your neighbor and you start to care about only those on your side of the fence of the Law.

Isn’t that wild, the very thing that is supposed to help you love your neighbor, can be tricked into making you hate him!

 

 

Think of those disciples of Jesus who enter into a Samaritan village, the village of a people who keep a different law than they do—and these disciples, people who’ve been toddling after Jesus like a flock of ducklings behind a mamma duckeven they wonder if they should ask God to destroy the village! After all it’s not theirvillage, it’s not their people! Not their laws…

Yes, The Law, both scriptural and secular, transformed by The Flesh, can create exclusionIt can also keep us immature, it’s like a helicopter parent who won’t let us grow up.

 

Think of it, there are many ways to love your neighbor, fixating on a single way, because it’s the rules, can make you miss out on all kinds of good ways to show God’s love to people.

Take something as simple as tying your shoe. When you first learn the rules to tying a shoe you learn the rhyme: 
Over, Under, Around and through, Meet Mr. Bunny Rabbit, pull and through.

But if you repeated that song every time you tie your shoes for the rest of your life… you’d get funny looks at the office, and for that matter, you’d never learn a double knot, or that knots can hold together hammocks and sails and many other things, not just shoes. So too, learning from The Law is wonderful, and regular refresher courses are great reminders of how to love our neighbor, but if it is the beginning and end of the way we love other people, we’re missing out!

“Who occupies you?” The good news is that there is another way to fight the Flesh. Christ has freed us, and we hold onto this freedom and resist the power of the Fleshby being captured by one another.

            Get that?

We’re going to be captured by something, so it is imperative that we are captured by each other, captured by the love we share with one another. Every other option ends up with us eradicating each other.

            

This loving way—bound to one another in liberty—is the way of the Spirit, the way Jesus continues to move us into freedom. The Spirit liberates us and puts us to the work of loving one another.  We can be occupied by The Spirit, instead of The Flesh.

 

“Who occupies you?” When we look at our life together, do we see the Spirit or the Flesh? We’ll know, at least in part, by the fruits that we produce. Are we as a community: sexually exploitative, spiritually suspect, a public embarrassment, and a fractured family? Or, are we as a community filled with love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faith, gentleness, and self-control?

Together we struggle against sinful-selfish-neighbor-hate—the Flesh. We resist it with The Law, but find it wanting. We cling to the freedom given to us by Christ by clinging to one another in the Spirit of love. Let us live in the Spirit, let us carry out our life together under the guidance of the Spirit. 

            By way of closing this letter, let me remind you of the two things I’ve written to you previously. 1. Keep living in the Spirit. 2. The Gospel is just Jesus.

 

            Because we live in the Spirit, let us carry out our daily lives under the Holy Spirit’s guidance. We’ve been freed from the Flesh—unhealthy self-interest—and we’ve been freed by the Spirit for our neighbor. Everyone needs to be occupied by something, so let us be occupied by the Holy Spirit, occupied by love of each other.

            What’s that look like—living in the Spirit?

-Well, if someone falls, restore them with gentleness (that’s a fruit of the Spirit, isn’t it?), after all, you too could just as easily be tempted as they were.

-Bear one another’s burdens—that’s how the Spirit’s gift of patience is lived out in community… that’s how you lovetoo—and love fulfills the Law of Christ.

-Give your neighbor the benefit of the doubt, while taking responsibility for your own actions—that’s the essence of the Spiritual gift of self-control. Think about it, while we human know our own innermost thoughts and intentions, we don’t know those of the person next to us.

-Embrace generosity, by working for the good of all, especially those who are members of the Family of God. 

 

That’s a few examples of the fruits of the Spirit lived out in concrete reality
—I think you are hearing what I’m saying…

Those Fruit of the Spirit, and sadly, the Works of the Flesh that you as a community are planting… they will come to bloom—that’s both a warning and a promise; so, in this planting season, let’s plant pleasant seeds of community, not wicked seeds of selfishness. Keep living in the Spirit.

            As I come to a close, I write one final time, in big ol’ letters, about the main issue in the community in Galatia 

You are members of the family of God because of Jesus, whether you’ve been marked in the flesh by circumcision or not.

Do not boast in the flesh, boast only in the Cross of Jesus.

            As I wrote previously, Jesus Plus anything, is less than Jesus alone… for he alone is the one who is transforming all things… 
the message about him saving us, is the only thing that is Gospel, the only thing worth boasting about.

            Remember my story—I was so sure that the early church was wrong, I had proof texts and everything, “Everyone who dies on a tree is accursed.” The cross was the ultimate dividing line between me and them; a division worth killing over, certainly worth boasting about… 

But now I say to you: Boast because the Blessed One was crucified, on a cursed cross—and that changed everything! All the divisions of this world are scattered, every distinction that separates the blessed from the cursed, is now gone—because a new creation, a new world, is here! That alone matters! 

            Trust that this is true, dear friends! It is a blessing of peace and mercy! It is the grace of our Lord Jesus, the anointed of God, saturating our spirit, making us siblings. Thanks be to God. Amen!

Thursday, June 30, 2022

Intended Unintended Consequences of War




               When I was a Freshman History major at the University of Oregon, I took an introductory course on the History of War. This was during the lead up to the US invasion of Iraq, so I heard everything the professor said in light of the upcoming conflict. One of the main lessons I remember from this course was that wars have unintended consequences, and often lead to radicalization of goals and national identities.

              An example of unintended consequences: The Napoleonic Wars led to the creation of Germany as a unified state. When France invaded and captured territory of the Holy Roman Empire they consolidated the tiny little principalities into larger administrative states (many of them that still exist to this day). This made it much easier for Prussia to consolidate them all into a single country.

              An example of radicalized goals: At the outset of the American Civil War the Union’s goal was its preservation, returning the Southern states to the Union. As the war drug on, battlefield choices were made regarding freeing slaves to undermine the war fighting capacity of the Confederacy, and frankly the average Union soldier saw slavery up close instead of through the eyes of newspapers and Southern songs. In a variety of ways this strengthened the hand of the abolitionist cause, and eventually moved Lincoln to shift the goal of the war from the moderate goal of returning slave states to the Union, to the radical goal of the eradication of slavery on the continent.

              Another thing I remember is the professor saying that there are people whose job it is to game out possible unintended consequences of war. In other words, to discover unintended consequences of an action and make them intended consequences. This brings me to the current war in Ukraine. I wonder what unintended intended consequences and radicalization might be hoped for by people whose job it is to think about these things.

              I imagine Russia chose to escalate the war in Ukraine (because they’d been in a proxy war there for some time) as they did, with the hope of destabilizing the post-Cold War world order. They invaded so that “the West” would make choices that undermined their place on the world stage and bolstered that of BRIC nations (Brazil, Russia, India, and China). Additionally, they likely hoped to draw BRIC nations closer together, at this point their main commonalities are rising economies, not alliances. I have noticed India is rather muted in their criticisms of Russia’s choice to go to war, and both they and China are buying Russian oil now that Europe and America have lessened their purchases.

              On the other side of the coin, Europe has responded more forcefully than expected. Russia may have singlehandedly re-armed Europe. Russia’s choice to invade may have prompted the European Union to seek a policy of knocking out their potential rival in the East out of contention as a regional player on the world stage as we move to being an increasingly multipolar world. Traditionally neutral-ish countries like Sweden and Finland are formally joining NATO, Ukraine might join the EU. There are reports that Russia has depleted its stock of some types of missiles, even as Germany is gearing up to create more such weapons as a deterrent.

              There is also a radicalization going on within Ukraine. From reports I’ve read, even the most pro-Russian mayors and governors are sounding like Churchill: they’ll fight Russia on the beaches, they’ll fight them in the forest, they will never surrender! If Russia’s assessment that Ukraine wasn’t a real state that they weren’t a real people, was true, their choice to go to war has radicalized “the” Ukraine, and it is now and forever only Ukraine. If they believed there were a bunch of Russians next door to them, who just happened to be living in a geographic region known as “The” Ukraine, now they have no choice but to acknowledge that their neighbors are Ukrainians.