Sunday, August 06, 2017

Sermon: There is a free lunch

         There are all kinds of altruisms out there that we use so often that we forgot their origin, meaning, and context,
“A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush”
“You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink”
“The trouble with the rat race is, even if you win, you are still a rat.”
And… rather on the nose today, “There is no such thing as a free lunch.”

         This phrase, “There is no such thing as a free lunch” originated in the common pre-prohibition era practice of offering a (often heavily salted) “free lunch” at bars if the patron bought a beer. The bar owner expected to recuperate the money spent on these lunches with the profits made in beer and repeat business—in that way the “free lunch” was, in fact, not free.
         There was an illusion of it being a free gift, but there was a hook, a catch, ultimately, you paid for it.
         To this God replies, “Oh every one who thirsts, come to the waters; and he who has no money, come, buy and eat! Come, buy wine and milk without money and without price.”
         God replies, “There is a free lunch.”
Let us pray

         There is a free lunch.
         Not though, in the first instance, for Isaiah’s kin. Their parents perished when Jerusalem fell—they were taken to a strange land, taken down to Babylon as captives, kept for a generation—until in despair they sang such songs as the 137’s psalm, where they mourn:
“By the rivers of Babylon—
   there we sat down and there we wept
   when we remembered Zion.
On the willows there
   we hung up our harps.
For there our captors
   asked us for songs,
and our tormentors asked for mirth, saying,
   ‘Sing us one of the songs of Zion!’
How could we sing the Lord’s song
   in a foreign land?”

         Yes, they toiled there
—they were used by their captors,
cut off and kept,
held as a ransom against their brothers back home. Maybe even told what a good deal they were getting—they had food and maybe a bed—in exchange for iron in their soul and around their neck—there in Babylon, separated from land and loved ones, slaving away in imprisonment.
         A hard salted form of a free lunch—at the end empty.
         To this Isaiah speaks a liberating word, taking that sorrow psalm from down by the rivers of Babylon, mingling in a hymn of hope, transforming their situation into one of liberation—salvation: “Oh every one who thirsts, come to the waters; and he who has no money, come, buy and eat!”
         There is a free lunch! Life is granted on account of God’s heart—God’s ongoing faithfulness—that’ll truly fill you up!

         There is a free lunch.
         Not though, in Rome or its territories. In the Empire, there was a well built up system of fidelity
—loyalty
—a patron-client relationship, they would call it.
         The Emperor was able to control the Empire, the same way the Mafia controls neighborhoods, and get rich quick pyramid schemes take advantage of employees.
         The Emperor would gain the fidelity—the loyalty—of the aristocrats and the wealthy by handing out government and religious positions to them.
         The aristocrats in turn kept control of the soldiers and the mid-level bureaucrats by handing out titles and land holdings.
         From there smaller gifts were given to citizens, and peasants, and finally slaves
—this last group received the momentary joys of cruel entertainment and a little nourishment to quiet their empty bellies in the form of “bread and circuses.”
           

         In this way loyalty was bought from above, and in this way gifts were not gifts, but burdens and bribes.
         There could be no relationship amongst equals, because everyone was racing to the top,
trying to do anything to have leverage over others,
trying to be a patron instead of a client.
-In such a system, bread became that which was not bread,
-and the circus, that which does not satisfy.
         To this too, Isaiah speaks, “Oh every one who thirsts, come to the waters; and he who has no money, come, buy and eat!”
         There is a free lunch!

         Just look at Jesus.
-He could have, insisted the crowd follow him, on their knees.
-He could have, dolled out miracles as chits to be cashed in for later favors.
-He could have, kept the crowd there—increasing their hunger—in order to auction off 5 loaves and two fishes to the highest bidder.
         That’s how Rome would do things.
--But he does the exact opposite!
         No salted food for the sake of sales here
—only salvation
—only a truly free meal.

         There is a free lunch.
         Not though, here.
         Here, where people on their death-beds ask, “Was I good enough?” in a million different ways.
         Here, where we are so quick to judge others as wanting and failing—so that we might be built up in comparison.
         Here, where we act like food and healing are only for those worthy of them, and where we know the price of everything and the value of nothing.

            Here, it would be wise to cling Luther’s famous prayer:
-“Behold, Lord, an empty vessel that needs to be filled. My Lord, fill it.
-I am weak in the faith; strengthen me.
-I am cold in love; warm me and make me fervent, that my love may go out to my neighbor.
-I do not have a strong and firm faith; at times I doubt and am unable to trust you altogether.
-O Lord, help me. Strengthen my faith and trust in you.
-In you I have sealed the treasure of all I have.
-I am poor; you are rich and came to be merciful to the poor.
-I am a sinner; you are upright.
-With me, there is an abundance of sin; in you is the fullness of righteousness.
-Therefore I will remain with you, of whom I can receive, but to whom I may not give.”

            Cling to it, knowing that to all our emptiness, weakness, cold heartedness, doubt, poverty, and sin God replies, “Oh every one who thirsts, come to the waters; and he who has no money, come, buy and eat! Come, buy wine and milk without money and without price.”
            To all our hungers, God replies, “There is a free lunch.”

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Monday, July 31, 2017

A Poem: Metaphors are everywhere

Metaphors are everywhere

Red, White, Blue & a bank logo on its side.
Right there—a cynics delight.

There it flies—or tries.
The twin speakers—two horns of an angry ram—blare “Born in the USA”
“Sent me off to a foreign land
To go and kill the yellow man.”

Each song symbolized the hot air balloon being launched.
“Kill the yellow man”
That’s the flag’s song.
Most of us sitting with our mesh backpack seats watching them go up
At least in my little packet of people,
Are Asian.

I’m not, but in so far as “us” represents this group of people—the us is Asian American.
But the flag
+ the song
+ the people here
__
It all clashes.
--

Then the balloon’s basket catches the low barricade fence.
It smacks to the green grass, fallen among the people—Bruce still playin’.

More and more balloons go up, we take pictures—it gets hot, the sun is setting cool, but the balloon’s flame is close
But it isn’t doing it.
It isn’t providing lift.

The people on the other side of the fence, they try to help the flag up.
How?
I don’t know, I was watching a giant birthday cake lift off, and three cartoon bumble bees launched in unison.

They try again and the carriage of the balloon skids on the ground—caught in the crowd.
Most of us are taking pictures with our smart phones,
But a group of bald Black men, strong and competent
+ 2 Vietnamese women—maybe Cambodian—wearing designer cowboy hats and fancy sun glasses
+ an enthused Indian family
+ a couple WASPier than the Bushes, you just knew they were from Connecticut by all the pastel and the matching handbag/manbag combo
__
they all got under it, despite the heat, and pushed it up.

            The crowd pushed it up—despite itself.
            It awkwardly catches the wind current, partially deflated, but up.

            With the other ones, it is up.

Monday, July 17, 2017

Please get HR2642, the Indonesian Family Refugee Protection Act, out of Subcommittee

If you are a regular reader of this blog you know that people connected to my church were deported to Indonesia, where their lives are now in danger because they have 2 strikes against them, they are ethnically Chinese and Christian.
Below are the names and phone numbers of the members of this subcommittee:

Chairman Raul Labrador(ID-01):                (202) 225-6611
                                                                        (208) 667-0127
Ranking M. Zoe Lofgren(CA-19)  (202) 225-3072
                                                                        (408) 271-8700
Lamar Smith(TX-21)                           (202) 225-4236
                                                                        (512) 912-7508
Luis Gutierrez(IL-04)                         (202) 225-8203
                                                                        (773) 342-0774
Jim Sensenbrenner(WI-05)          (202) 225-5101
                                                                        (262) 784-1111
Pramila Jayapal(WA-07)                                  (202) 225-3106
                                                                        (206) 674-0040
Jim Jordon(OH-04)                              (202) 225-2676
David Cicilline(RI-01)                        (202) 225-4911
Ken Buck(CO-04)                                  (202) 225-4676
Mike Johnson(LA-04)                        (202) 225-2777
Andy Biggs(AZ-05)                                (202) 225-2635

Please call them and encourage them to move HR2642, the Indonesian Family Refugee Protection Act forward for a vote. Remind them:
1.     The lives of those we deport are in danger. We are sending these Christians to a life of persecution and the possibility of death. This bill will keep them safe.
2.     We resettled these folk incorrectly in the 1990’s, it is our fault that they can not seek asylum. We forced them to overstay their visas. This bill fixes our mistake.
3.     These folk did everything right, they’ve been here for decades as model refugees—now they are being forced into hiding for the sake of staying with their children. It doesn’t need to be that way, America is better than this.
Again, there is so much going on in the world today I am deeply thankful to anyone willing to put in a few minutes of phone time to protect these people, maybe even saving a few lives in the process.

Peace,

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Romans 8, said differently

Dear Christian Siblings,

         I pray to God  that I have not left you in despair.
I ended my last letter with you lamenting the infection of both the Law and our Flesh by that Parasite, Sin.
         But know this—Christ’s coming has scrambled sin, in order that the Spirit might move in.
         It has acted as an anti-Parasitic—chasing out Sin from all things. You flesh, once hellish, may be Holy.
         Christ came in the Flesh, flesh like yours and like mine—that we all might have a holiness like his. And so, there is no condemnation! Through the power of the Spirit, Christ Jesus is in you!

         Not only that, he fulfilled the Law, which Sin would not allow, and as such, by his frustration of Sin’s hold there, the Law is made whole—Disinfected and filled too with the Spirit.
         Therefore, you are now in the Spirit and the Spirit in you, and the Law, it is now a Law of Spirit.
Wow, you may live the Law, you might inhabit your flesh—both of these in a Spiritual way!

         Let’s go back to another metaphor, you were enslaved to Sin—a servant of Sin’s household, but the Spirit is now your adoption papers—you are not only freed, but made a child in the household of God.
         That doesn’t do it for you? Well, maybe you don’t hear it quite right… you see, in my day powerful men had children everywhere, but rarely were they fathers to them. It was only the rare child who would be adopted—for they were the man’s favorite—they became his heir. That’s the context in which I speak the word Adoption.
         So too, you are adopted—you receive God’s favor—you are Christ’s heir! You, through the power of the Spirit, may cry out as Christ did—“Father! Father!” To God, our first parent.

         Yet, I can hear, even through the vastness of time and space—there is some harumphing going on at these simple statements of mine. And it is fair that you consider my words carefully…
That you think a bit about my proclamation that you are disinfected—free to follow the Law of the Spirit, Adopted as highly favored children of God, blessed among a big and growing family of God
—you say, “sure, but those are just words… it often doesn’t feel like that—the Spirit has not launched me into a perfect paradise… It seems that all these things are still far from me!”
         To this I respond—“exactly!”
In fact, the Spirit makes you realize that—the Spirit infects you with longing—with hope—you note the chasm between the world as it is, and as it should be.
         You shoulder too, the sweeping disparity in your soul between Saint and Sinner! Your best self and who you are.
         In short, you notice that time and our flesh conspire, you notice these great divides, both within you and outside of you. You notice…
         You notice, that too is of God—that uncomfortable space between it all, is filled with Spirit.
If you saw everything in yourself and the world around you—as all right, when it isn’t—then you’d have much to fear! Then you’d be lost to your Sin infection—but no! No, you know the needs of the world and you know the absence in your soul! That is the Spirit moving you!
         Moving you to cry out—to pray! Pray for the gap between intention and actuality—pray for the tears in your soul, that they may become balm.
        
         What then ought we say about all these things? About the liberation of our Flesh and the Conduct now allowed under the Law of the Spirit? About our first cry as Children of God? About the tensions pulled taut in this world, as it is being redeemed by God? What ought we say when the Spirit speaks through us with glad but strange prayers, prayers stronger than anything that we’d expect to come from our lips?
         In all this—God is for us, so who might be against us? God has given his own Son to us, so is not everything ours? To the mad barks of judgement against us, let us remember it is God our Father who is the only judge. When all condemn—let us remember it is all, except Jesus Christ, who does not condemn, but instead speaks well of us—and that is all that matters!
         I admit, that the tension of this world pulls us to the breaking point—hardship, distress, persecution, famine, nakedness, peril, sword—yes even slaughter—but the Spirit also points us to the conquest of all these things done by God for us!
         Death, sure it looms, life itself—heavier than we’d like, powers beyond our control twist us this way then that, our fate and inclinations attempt to imprison—but it is my conviction that none of these may separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Amen!