Sunday, November 18, 2018

Suffering and Hope…Hope and Suffering*

33rd Sunday in Ordinary Time - Proper 28
Daniel 12:1-3 
Psalm 16 
Keep me safe, O God, 
You are my hope, 
You are my Hope, O God
Mark 13:1-8

 

Chapter 13 of the Gospel of Mark is known as the “Little Apocalypse”
With the “Greater Apocalypse” being the Book of Revelation
Apocalyptic literature…
I confess it is not my favorite preaching material
it sounds just weird and confusing to modern ears 

But it was familiar to the biblical world of the Ancient Near East
It was familiar to the first hearers of Mark’s Gospel
And in the Hebrew Scriptures the Book of Daniel is the prime example

It is CRISIS literature
Written in times of great oppression and suffering

The Book of Daniel grew out of the terrifying conquest of 
Antiochus IV Epiphanes…around 150 BCE
The people are trying to hold fast to their tradition 
in a time when it was a capital offense 
to read from the Torah, 
or to circumcise your son, 
or keep the Sabbath, 
or gather for prayer and worship

The identity of a people was being systematically erased

So Daniel writes
To comfort, guide, strengthen, and encourage

At the time Mark’s Gospel is being written
Around the year 70
The first Jewish uprising against Roman occupation was in full swing
And even though the Romans were beaten back for a while 
Eventually the full force of the Empire strikes back with unbeatable force
…again a time of great crisis 
Wars and rumors of wars
Chaos and death
And the great Temple…a Temple surely too big to fail
destroyed
Judaism…the life and practice of the people of God… 
as they have known it will never be the same

So like Daniel…Mark writes
To comfort, guide, strengthen, and encourage

Funny how when we moderns read this kind of writing 
we tend to focus on the future predictions… 
But the purpose is clear

To comfort, guide, strengthen, and encourage
IN THE PRESENT
Suffering and Hope
Held together

The Gospel says that the current suffering is ‘Birthpangs’
Birthpangs
digging into that metaphor 
I picture one of our nice hospital birthing rooms
There is a soon to be mother
And it hurts like----…it crazy hurts
No epidural…no pain medication…this is a 1stcentury type birth
But on the horizon
Is what is hoped for
Hope for a new life

Calling to mind those four words:
I notice…
those are words descriptive of a midwife
The midwife (just like these strange texts) is there to 
comfort, guide, strengthen, and encourage 
this suffering woman in her birthpangs

Mark is comforting his community
His people who are suffering at the hands of their oppressors
He reminds them that there is something hoped for
These are birthpangs
And what is to be born is not frightening
We are participants in
…birthing the kingdom of God
…in birthing the love of God 
…in birthing peace

Today is our last Sunday reading from Mark’s Gospel
Year B is closing out
I’m really going to miss Mark’s story
And the earthiness of the Markan Jesus 
And I’m going to miss those fumbling Gomer Pyle-like disciples
Looking up at the Temple and saying G-O-O-O-L-Y
I feel oddly comforted by these guys

Discipleship in Mark is no cake walk
It was hard then and it still is

But these are just birthpangs
Hold fast

I have a friend who 25 years ago
Re-married
She and her husband both had young families
And she tells stories…
Stories of how hard those first years were 
Trying to blend their two families
With middle school, and hormone fed teen-age resistance around every corner
She tells it now and it sounds funny…but not so then

She says that there was only one thing that saved them 
We never BOTH wanted to leave at the same time!
When she was in the birthpangs
Her husband played midwife
And when he was in the birthpangs
It was her turn to be midwife
That is the beauty of community

It has been hard this week not to be consumed
By the devastation that continues to unfold in California
The sheer ferocity of the fires
The magnitude of acreage 
I simply can’t fathom the power and reach of these fires

Like the audience of Daniels writing
And the community of Mark’s gospel
What these communities are facing is literally ‘earth shattering’

I go back to that birthing room
Many people…and whole communities…are clearly in the birthpangs
Death, grief, loss, terror
And then there are the midwives
all those firefighters and aid workers of all kinds
From all over
Fighting alongside one another
Putting their own lives at risk…there as midwives
To comfort, guide, strengthen, and encourage

The ones in the birthpangs…And the midwives
But there is more

Some take the role of Daniel and Mark
They get to hold the beautiful baby
They get to shine with wonder and awe
They are the ones who tell the world of the hero stories
Stories of ordinary people 
Doing extraordinary things
…yesterday I just googled ‘hero stories from California fires
And I found a very long list…stories from small local newspapers
Ordinary people doing extraordinary things…

The suffering are still suffering
The crisis is still a crisis

But Hope and Suffering go together
For the Christian, suffering can never be the WHOLE story

Like the disciples in Mark’s gospel
We too get hung up on timing 
We swear it is because we just want to make sure we are ready and all
But that is not our calling
Our calling is to live NOW
To be ready ALL the time
And that sounds really hard 
Really hard until we remember about all the characters in our birthing suite

We are called to live on the lookout
Not for stuff to be afraid of
But for glimpses of the kingdom

Living on the lookout
Is living looking for God’s activity here and now
Looking for those in birthpangs
And midwives attending to them
And others telling their stories of hope and resurrection

Maybe that’s my simple question for this week
Each night
As I crawl into bed
I will ask
Where and among whom did I see the promises of God today?

And I feel certain
that by the end of the week
after a week of
Really looking
I’ll get better at seeing
And the number in my nightly accounting log
will be increasing

When will this happen?
NOW
What will be the sign?
People being Jesus-like
Kindness
Outreach
Working together
Listening
Feeding
Touching
Healing 

Right here
Right now




Monday, November 5, 2018

Promises to Believe In!*

ALL SAINTS’ DAY - YEAR B 
Isaiah 25:6-9
Psalm 24
Revelation 21:1-6a
John 11:32-44
(homily given at St. Stephen's Episcopal Church, New Harmony, IN)



Today
The feast of All Saints
Came just at the right time this year

I need to be reminded that ours is a God of Life
I need to remember that the God Jesus came to reveal 
Is… just…bubbling over with LIFE

The readings are so rich in imagery
Imagery of Promises

Isaiah… 
Now that is an image worthy of the food channel!
Rich food…dusty wine bottles perfectly aged
and bone marrow…all the rage I hear

I like that promise

And from Revelation
Another glorious image
not at all the LEFT BEHIND sort
no…it goes in the opposite direction
“I saw the Holy City…
coming down…”
God…tenting…with us
Setting up camp with us
Everyone welcome and safe

And echoing Isaiah…tears, sadness…gone 
Again…What a promise

How believable are these promises?  

How are we able to believe in such promises?

The only way…
It seems to me that the only way
Is that we have experienced...
a foretaste

Think of all those meals
…Large family ones
…Intimate romantic ones
…eating McDonalds in the car with a distraught child
…Ones in hospital rooms
NOT to mention the Eucharist

In all these meals
We have surely tasted…a foretaste…a nibble…
            of the richness, the intimacy, the safety, the comfort
            that Isaiah is painting for us
Yes…I believe we have…
            

And tears wiped away for ever?
How can we believe such a promise?

Haven’t we had a foretaste of that as well?
At one time or another
…someone has reached out a thumb
…so small…so simple

Or at times we have been the one on the wiping side
            gently picking up that tear 

It didn’t stop the sadness
But it communicates so much 
So much with no words at all

…It is when we remember those foretastes
that we find that we can believe
Some days,
Are harder than others

And those foretastes give us words:
“That is a PROMISE I can believe in…
         not just because I want to 
but because I have…in fact…tasted it”

My friends this is not ONLY a festival 
which paints for us 
glorious images of a glorious future
It is, in fact more importantly, a promise for our present.

John’s gospel loves the present tense
…remember all those present tense
            I AM statements…things are happening NOW
Just before we pick up the story today
Jesus tells Martha 
I AM the resurrection and the life…here…now…

Mary’s very real grief…is NOW
“if only…if only…
How many times have we shared in that?
“If only…
And Jesus weeps…now

And then there is Lazarus
Four days dead…really really dead
Jesus calls his name
“Lazarus come out”
And Lazarus hears his name being called
            …the really really dead guy hears his name!
But it isn’t just about Lazarus…is it??
Jesus isn’t done yet
He turns to the bystanders…
He gives them very clear instructions:  
“Unbind him and let him go”

Resurrection…the biggest promise of all!
Have we had a foretaste of that!??

I think we have…some of us more intensley than others
But haven’t we?

Some of us have felt four days dead
…deader than dead
…In the tomb…big stone…no light

And something happened
Something happened
…Jesus called us by name and we heard
He called us to life
…and we stood up and walked out of that tomb

And some of us have…at times
found ourselves standing around the tomb
Standing there…Not sure what to do
And WE heard our names 
“Cindy, Rose, Charlie, unbind him
Go on…unbind him”
and again something happened
…Jesus called us by name and we heard
He called us to life
…and we took to unbinding our neighbor

My friends we have tasted Resurrection

On this Festival day
We don’t deny the reality of loss, grief and sadness
But we boldly proclaim
The promise of God revealed in Jesus Christ
That the world is being made new

We believe because 
We have tasted the promise 

We didn’t come here by accident
We came because believing is hard 
Because death, like junk food, leaves a stubborn taste in the mouth;)
…and weirdly…sometimes… I find myself liking it 

A teacher of mine once said  
That church…what we do here…the liturgy
Is the place we come to get in the mood
To get in the mood to become a saint

That just sounds smart
That’s a mood I’d like to be in more often!

In a moment we will read our list of names
This is our tradition for All Saints Day
But we don’t just read them
We pray them

And as we do 
As we read lets keep the promise...right here…in our mind’s eye

Let. 
Us. 
Pray.