Monday, July 11, 2016
Sunday, July 10, 2016
Sermon: Loving neighbor is a how question, not a who question
Loving neighbor is a how question, not a who question
Three years ago, the last time the parable of the “Good” Samaritan came up, was
the week of the shooting of Trayvon Martin.
And I remember how quickly people picked the kid to pieces.
They blamed
him for his death because he’d smoked marijuana, he’d been tardy, and he’d
scratched WTF into a door at school. Who he was shaped whether he was
worthy for life or death!
And that reminds me of what they’ve been saying about the shooting in Dallas.
“Why did it
happen there?” they ask.
It was the
model of best practices in policing.
It shouldn’t
have happened there, after all before the shooting the police and the
protestors were mingling, snapping selfies with one another like teenagers in
love.
Who they were as a police department should have protected them against
injury and death. Their character and their person, who they were,
should have shielded them from the sniper.
Then there is the case of Alton Sterling, killed in Baton
Rouge and Philando Castile
killed outside Minneapolis.
People are saying strange things like:
“It’s a shame
Philando died, but so what about Alton.”
Philando Castile was the
beloved cafeteria guy,
Alton couldn’t keep a regular job and
instead sold CD’s in the open air, he’d been to jail and had to hustle
to make ends meet.
Imagine that,
do any of you
have relatives or friends that work odd jobs?
or have seen
the inside of a cell? Imagine if society decided that meant it was okay to kill
them! Who they are allows for execution.
Likewise, both the Black Lives Matter folk, and the police, are similarly
feeling targeted for who they are.
With all that weighing on our shoulders and our speech, we come up against
Jesus’ command to love God and neighbor.
In the face
of today’s readings and our current reality, I would suggest we must ask how
questions, not who questions. When confronted with this command to love
our neighbor, we must ask how questions,
not who
questions.
Let us pray:
Today, Jesus is asked the question, “What must I do to inherit eternal life?”
Jesus, responds with his own question, “What does it say in scripture? How do you read our tradition?”
Let us pray:
Today, Jesus is asked the question, “What must I do to inherit eternal life?”
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, of all places, “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. So go on and love God with your whole self and love your neighbor as yourself.”
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?”
But Jesus takes this question about eternal life
To which he adds from Leviticus, of all places, “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. So go on and love God with your whole self and love your neighbor as yourself.”
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?”
But 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 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
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.
This road, was a dangerous road and a deadly place to ponder earning eternal life.
For that matter, Jesus answers the “who question” 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.
This road winds and twists, gets narrow, and is an easy place from which to ambush someone.
This road, was a dangerous road and a deadly place to ponder earning eternal life.
For that matter, Jesus answers the “who question” 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.
Confronted with the ways in which our country devalues the lives of black men:
-Who? Alton Sterling, the father of five selling CD’s, surprised and shot.
-Who? Philando Castile,
the man pulled over for a torn tail light, caught in his car and confessing to
the cop that he had a concealed carry permit and a gun, before he was killed in
front of his girlfriend and her 4 year old daughter.
--They are
your neighbor.
Confronted, as well, by the ambush in Dallas:
-Who? The 5 officers slain there in the street and all the injured that night.—They
are your neighbor.
In the face of these tragedies…
-Who? The families of all the fallen.—They are your neighbor.
Acting merciful in the midst of death and danger—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.
But he doesn’t stop there.
He then turns to those who ask the who question,
and shows how the who question leaves men stranded and dying on deadly roads.
The Priest asked the who question,
But he doesn’t stop there.
He then turns to those who ask the who question,
and shows how the who question leaves men stranded and dying on deadly roads.
The Priest asked the who question,
“Who is that
there, is he dead?
Who is he?
Is he
Israelite?
Who will
ambush me if I try to help him?”
He 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.”
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!
He 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.”
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!
Now, that might not strike us as odd… after all we know this story as “The Parable of the Good Samaritan.” But at that time, and at that place, there was no such thing as a “good” Samaritan.
I could tell you all the historical reasons for Samaritans being considered bad news to 1st century Jews—but I think the startling nature of Jesus’ story can be made in another way—by placing him into our present crisis
—by sticking
him here and now.
The way some people are framing our life together in this country…
Jesus would
tell the police the story of “The Good Black Lives Matter Activist.”
and tell the
Black Lives Matter Folk the story of “The Good Policeman.”
The hero of Jesus’ story—the one that doesn’t ask who—is a Samaritan.
And 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.
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
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!
No!
He asked, “How can I help him?
What
resources do I have, or do I know of, that can help that person!”
And once Jesus finished up his parable, he asked another question of the Lawyer. Because you see the Lawyer was busy asking who is my neighbor?
And once Jesus finished up his parable, he asked another question of the Lawyer. Because you see the Lawyer was 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.”
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!
As we light these seven candles for the five officers killed in Dallas and the
two men killed in Minnesota and Louisiana, let us honor
their lives,
who they were,
but let us
also consider in our hearts the how.
How we can love as Jesus calls us to
love.
I, for one,
will reach out to our local police today, just to let them know our prayers as
with them in their time of mourning,
and check-in
with my colleagues of color,
and I guess,
just try to listen, right?
To ask God
for the courage to connect with people whose experience of life is not like my
own,
so that I can
continue to ask that how question.
How
will you love your neighbor as yourself?
A+A
Wednesday, July 06, 2016
The invasion of Iraq / the 4th of July / Patriots and Protestors
The British released their report about the invasion of Iraq, and Tony Blair is defiant about his choice to invade. For that matter, the partisan divide here in America feels to me like we're back in 2003.
So, I thought I'd let 19 year old Chris speak, just so I can remember where we were 13 years ago:
"It seems we have lost. I’ve seen America’s government deciding to be an invader for the first time in history and, after initial doubts, the American people supported it. I’ve seen those of us who marched against war relegated to “focus groups.” Like a scene out of the Third Reich, people who would seem to be sane individuals, burn Dixie Chicks’ CDs in the streets; “Freedom fries” reign supreme.
At the presentation of our flag at the 4th of July fireworks display here in Cheyenne Wyoming, my hometown, the presenter mentioned that there are too many Americans who, “don’t respect the flag.” He separated the sheep from the goats, the patriots from the protesters.
To say the least, this marcher for peace felt down in the dumps. Then something happened to strengthen my resolve. The fireworks display began with a reading of the names and ages of each American soldier killed in Operation Iraqi Freedom. With each name read, a single white firework was shot into the air, rose up through the solemn night sky, began to descend back down, and fizzled out. Robert M. Rodriguez ptttwp, a white light, a falling star, then darkness again. It was as if we were sending our national heroes up into heaven.
As I sat there between my parents, my father looking a little bored, my mother’s eyes glistening with tears, I got to thinking about those names of soldiers, so many about my age (19). Each firework retort was also the retort of an Iraqi rifle, a miss-lobbed grenade, the crash of a helicopter. Bam Frederick E. Pokorney Jr dead. It was the light of Lori Ann Piestewa’s life, acceding through existence, then fizzling out, descending to the dead.
This is why I marched. I didn’t march for the United Nations. I didn’t march for a certain political ideology. I marched for peace. I marched for the life of Brendon C. Reiss.
The patriots holler and shout at the explosions while Toby Keith sings about putting “a boot in your ass” The protesters realize “an eye for an eye makes the world go blind,” and anger against anger makes a graveyard. The patriots smile and cheer about the troops we sent off to die. The protester sit somber, eyes glistening, knowing America chose this war, America chose to be the aggressor, America chose to let those soldiers die.
Don’t be embarrassed that you strove for peace. Don’t be embarrassed that you want to know about the legitimacy of the documents used to justify our war. Don’t be embarrassed that you want to know where the weapons of mass destruction are. Don’t be embarrassed; our cause is just, our motives virtuous, our actions commendable.
We protesters may not wrap ourselves in the American flag, but rest assured we did not protest as traitors to our country, but as a people standing against needless death."
So, I thought I'd let 19 year old Chris speak, just so I can remember where we were 13 years ago:
"It seems we have lost. I’ve seen America’s government deciding to be an invader for the first time in history and, after initial doubts, the American people supported it. I’ve seen those of us who marched against war relegated to “focus groups.” Like a scene out of the Third Reich, people who would seem to be sane individuals, burn Dixie Chicks’ CDs in the streets; “Freedom fries” reign supreme.
At the presentation of our flag at the 4th of July fireworks display here in Cheyenne Wyoming, my hometown, the presenter mentioned that there are too many Americans who, “don’t respect the flag.” He separated the sheep from the goats, the patriots from the protesters.
To say the least, this marcher for peace felt down in the dumps. Then something happened to strengthen my resolve. The fireworks display began with a reading of the names and ages of each American soldier killed in Operation Iraqi Freedom. With each name read, a single white firework was shot into the air, rose up through the solemn night sky, began to descend back down, and fizzled out. Robert M. Rodriguez ptttwp, a white light, a falling star, then darkness again. It was as if we were sending our national heroes up into heaven.
As I sat there between my parents, my father looking a little bored, my mother’s eyes glistening with tears, I got to thinking about those names of soldiers, so many about my age (19). Each firework retort was also the retort of an Iraqi rifle, a miss-lobbed grenade, the crash of a helicopter. Bam Frederick E. Pokorney Jr dead. It was the light of Lori Ann Piestewa’s life, acceding through existence, then fizzling out, descending to the dead.
This is why I marched. I didn’t march for the United Nations. I didn’t march for a certain political ideology. I marched for peace. I marched for the life of Brendon C. Reiss.
The patriots holler and shout at the explosions while Toby Keith sings about putting “a boot in your ass” The protesters realize “an eye for an eye makes the world go blind,” and anger against anger makes a graveyard. The patriots smile and cheer about the troops we sent off to die. The protester sit somber, eyes glistening, knowing America chose this war, America chose to be the aggressor, America chose to let those soldiers die.
Don’t be embarrassed that you strove for peace. Don’t be embarrassed that you want to know about the legitimacy of the documents used to justify our war. Don’t be embarrassed that you want to know where the weapons of mass destruction are. Don’t be embarrassed; our cause is just, our motives virtuous, our actions commendable.
We protesters may not wrap ourselves in the American flag, but rest assured we did not protest as traitors to our country, but as a people standing against needless death."
Wednesday, June 29, 2016
Two years of Read, Reflect, Pray
Greetings all.
It is hard to believe that it was two years ago, but
back in 2014 I gained permission from a variety of publishing companies to use
quotes, prayers, and bits of liturgy to stitch together a
prayer book focused on the seven central things of worship, the readings
and prayers of each day pointing toward one of them. I took from A Minister’s
Prayer Book and added some
diversity in a variety of ways.
Well, tonight my copyright runs out.
It’s been a good run. I’ve sold enough books to recover the
money I paid for the copyrights, and RRP has a facebook following of 276 people
who receive a prayer or quote daily.
To everyone who was involved in the creation of the book,
those who purchased it, and those who participated on the facebook page.
Thank you.
Peace,
Chris Halverson
Sunday, June 26, 2016
A letter to the Galatians of New Jersey
So, went with my translation of Galatians 5.
Then I preached this:
Dearest siblings,
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 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 duck
Even they wonder if they should ask God to
destroy the village!
After all it’s not their village,
it’s not their people!
Not their
laws…
Yes, The Law, both scriptural and
secular, transformed by The Flesh, can create exclusion.
It 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 Flesh,
by 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. A+A
Sunday, June 19, 2016
"All people are created in God's image" a sermon in response to the shootings in Orlando and Charleston
(again, I
preached without notes, so I said something like the following)
I began by reading Bishop Eaton's letter:
“Dear Brothers
and Sisters in Christ,
"So
God created humankind in his image, in the image of God he created them."
Genesis 1:27
We are killing
ourselves. We believe that all people are created in God's image. All of
humanity bears a family resemblance. Those murdered in Orlando were not abstract "others,"
they are us. But somehow, in the mind of a deeply disturbed gunman, the LGBTQ
community was severed from our common humanity. This separation led to the
death of 49 and the wounding of 54 of us.
We live in an
increasingly divided and polarized society. Too often we sort ourselves into
like-minded groups and sort others out. It is a short distance from division to
demonization. Yesterday, we witnessed the tragic consequences of this.
There is
another way. In Christ God has reconciled the world to God's self. Jesus lived
among us sharing our humanity. Jesus died for us to restore our humanity. God
invites us into this reconciling work. This must be our witness as the Evangelical Lutheran
Church in America. The perpetrator of this
hate crime did not come out of nowhere. He was shaped by our culture of
division, which itself has been misshapen by the manipulation of our fears.
That is not who we are. St. Paul
wrote, "So if anyone is in Christ, there is a new creation; everything old
has passed away; see, everything has become new. All this is from God, who
reconciled us to himself through Christ, and has given us the ministry of
reconciliation; that is, in Christ God was reconciling the world to himself,
not counting their trespasses against them, and entrusting the message of
reconciliation to us. So we are ambassadors for Christ" (II Corinthians
5:17-20).
Our work
begins now. We need to examine ourselves, individually and as a church, to
acknowledge the ways we have divided and have been divided. We must stand with
people who have been "othered". We must speak peace and
reconciliation into the cacophony of hatred and division. We must live the
truth that all people are created in God's image.
This morning
your churchwide staff came together to mourn and to pray. We prayed for those
killed in Orlando
and remembered the Charleston Nine killed only a year ago. We prayed for the
family of the shooter, for our LGBTQ brothers and sisters and for our Muslim
brothers and sisters who now face the threat of retaliation. And we prayed that
the Prince of Peace will bring us to the day when we stop killing ourselves.
Your sister in
Christ,
Elizabeth A.
Eaton
Presiding
Bishop
Evangelical Lutheran Church in America”
“All people are created in God’s image”
Because all people are created in God’s image, Luke writes
about Christ crossing over to the other side, to be with the Gerasenes—crossing
over to a people different than his people in Galilee, crossing over to them,
they who too are created in the image of God… Yes, the earliest followers of
Jesus, spent a lot of time crossing over to the other side—finding people
created in the image of God where they would not expect it!
Heck, look at the Acts of the Apostles, the whole thing is
one big catch-up game, the Disciples, the Apostles, catching up to the Holy
Spirit, who continually goes and reaches the other side and dwells with people
the Apostles didn’t realize were made in the image of God!
“All people are created in God’s image”
This is echoed in Paul’s words written to the Galatians.
Some scholars call this section the earthquake of the
antimonies—what does that mean right? It’s two apposite categories which
together make a whole… for example Jews and Gentiles—in Paul’s time those two
categories would encompass the whole of humanity—you were one or the other…
Until, until Paul recognizes Jesus’ life, death, and
resurrection as shaking the very foundation of these antimonies… in Christ
there are no longer Jews, nor Gentiles. In Christ we are no longer Slave, or
Free. In Christ we are no longer male and female. And this list can grow—we can
affirm In Christ we are neither black, nor white. In Christ, we can affirm we
are neither gay nor straight… yes, in all people, ALL people, resides the image
of God!
As I intoned this morning to start the service all of Psalm 22, God
explicitly enters into the image of humanity in Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ, who
cried the cry of dereliction from the cross—My God, My God, Why Have You
Forsaken Me?
Yes “All
people are created in God’s image” so fully, that God joins in our cries, joins
the cries of those caught in the horrific and the tragic…
Christ’s cries joined our own in Orlando at The Pulse one week ago.
Christ’s cries joined our own in Charleston at Emanuel AME one year ago.
“All people are created in God’s image”
--Let us honor the image of God found in The Pulse and in
Emanuel AME by lighting a candle for each one of those who died in Orlando and Charleston.
(As we lit the candles Tom played “Jesus Loves Me, This I
Know”)
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Friday, June 17, 2016
Student Debt, EMU Edition
At this point I probably don't have to point out to you all that I'm the poster child for Seminary Debt.
Well, I've been asked to participate in an "EMU" (Excellence in Ministry Unleashed) event, and one of the things they asked me to do is block out an average month of spending.
Well, some good news, after nearly 5 years of fiercely fighting with my student/seminary debt (I owed $80,000 then, now I owe $17,000), it now only accounts for 13% of my spending, and has fallen to number 4 in the categories of things I put money toward (please note EMU use different categories than I did in past charts)!
Sunday, June 12, 2016
Sermon: “Do you see this woman?"
Sermon: “Do you see this
woman?
(I
preached without notes, so this is approximately what I said this morning)
Jesus’ question, “do you see this
woman?” echo forward in time, and ought to shake the dust of time and cultural
baggage off our shoulders, even today.
Yes, “Do you see this woman?” today,
this week.
This week in which a woman has
becomes the pledged nominee of a major party here in the US for the
first time.
It might seem like a time to spike
the football, that everything is alright—that the woman is seen.
But this is also the week in which
the Lutheran Church
in Latvia
has barred women from ordination after 41 years of ordaining them.
For that matter, this is the week in
which we’re confronted by the Stanford Rape Case—a man raped a woman—and according
to the rule of law he ought to be jailed for a minimum of 2 years—instead he
was given 6 months—and then those 6 months were downgraded to 3.
And there is a history to all of
this—it’s like that sage of the south, William Faulkner opined, “The past isn’t
dead, it isn’t even past.”
Yes, our past interpretations of the
scriptures of today weigh heavily upon our present and upon Jesus’ question: “Do
you see this woman?”
Let us pray
Now, when we read the story of
Bathsheba and David, we have a Cecil B. DeMille, Hollywood-ized understanding
of it—we read it as essentially a romance…
But that is not the reading most
scholar and other close readers of the story take from it. No, it is pretty clear
that David raped Bathsheba, that “The thing David had done” that kindle’s God’s
wrath, is rape.
After all, just read the story—David’s
men took her from her home. Took her to the Palace. Took her to David’s bed.
Just read the story—Her husband is
gone. Her husband is a foreigner living in a foreign land. David is king! Head
that power differential!
So, yes, David raped Bathsheba.
The good news, such as it is—is that
means we receive a prophetic word about rape!
The prophet Nathan tells us a story,
about rape.
He describes Bathsheba’s sexual
relationship with Uriah as growing together, the intimacy of eating and sharing
a drink, a lamb laying on a bosom… yes, Nathan describes a woman as a farm
animal, and that’s a problem—but still, hear the power of the metaphor he’s
going for!
An ongoing, sharing, closeness—sex
within such a bond, as the part of a larger relationship.
Then he describes David’s doing—rape—the
consumption of the other—eating, devouring, killing, the little lamb.
Quite a contrast—right? Rape is to
sex as intimate care is to greedy slaughter.
Thus
says the prophet Nathan!
And, when I think back through my 5
years here—I think one of my most faithful acts happened this last Maundy Thursday…
to be clear this is one of those hindsight things—I didn’t realize how faithful
it was in the moment.
As you know, we have the first
communion kids come up for their feet to be washed on Maundy Thursday… but (name redacted) didn’t
want me to touch her feet.
Now, my initial inclination was to
say, “tough, that’s what we do, and we don’t have time to argue…”
But, I decided against it—I respected
this little girl’s wishes.
And thank God. Think of it, she
learned that it was okay to say no to a male in authority with power—that her
body is her own!
She learned, right here in church,
that no means no.
That’s a deeply faithful message,
and I hope and pray we continue to teach our boys and girls—and our adults too…
that no means no.
Additionally, there is the strange
gospel reading this morning—we read chunks from two chapters—and again there is
a history there…
In the 500’s Pope Gregory the Great fused
chapters 7 and 8, in order to define Mary Magdalene… as a prostitute. His line
of “reasoning” went like this:
The woman in chapter 7 is called sinful—women are sexual, so clearly her sin was that of prostitution… and look, the first woman mentioned in chapter 8 is Mary Magdalene… so clearly Mary is a prostitute.
The woman in chapter 7 is called sinful—women are sexual, so clearly her sin was that of prostitution… and look, the first woman mentioned in chapter 8 is Mary Magdalene… so clearly Mary is a prostitute.
But think of the other ways she
could have, should have, been defined—Mary who stayed with Jesus at the cross—Mary,
the first witness of the resurrection, the first proclaimer of the faith—think of
it—if women weren’t preaching, weren’t witnessing to Jesus—we wouldn’t be here
right now, we wouldn’t know that God raised Jesus up—Christianity literally
wouldn’t exist without the witness of women!
And while we’re on women, take a
look at the second lady, Joanna. This here isn’t the only time she’s mentioned—Paul
at the end of Romans, name-check’s here. He writes: “Greet Andronicus and Junia”…
Junia being a Latinized way of saying Joanna “my relatives who were in prison
with me”—the empire wasn’t in the habit of arresting woman, clearly Joanna was
clearly a rabble-rouser for Jesus, “they are prominent among the apostles” Yes.
Paul calls a woman an apostle—someone who knew Jesus both before and after the
resurrection.
So, a woman apostle and the first
preacher of Christ—both women… both women who join the disciples with Jesus as
he does his Jesus thing, preaching good news to the poor, healing the sick,
freeing the imprisoned, and so on… Right there, women leaders of the
pre-church!
In short, when we shake off some
cultural dust, and listen to what our scriptures tell us, how they continue to
speak to us today
—we receive a prophetic word about power and sex from Nathan,
a scriptural description of sex vs. rape. To a judge who would declare rape a
youthful indiscretion, and a culture that thinks that’s okay, Nathan says no,
and Jesus asks, “Do you see this woman?”
We also are reminded that women have
been in leadership of the Christian Church from the beginning, we wouldn’t
exist without women—the male domination of the Church is not a function of the
faith, only of culture and our own myopic vision. To churches and bishops who
would stifle the calling of the spirit upon the lives of women, the Gospel of
Luke says no, and Jesus asks, “Do you see this woman?”
Amen
and Alleluia.
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