Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Tirade Time

Tuesday of the 2nd Week of Lent
Isaiah 1:10, 16-20
Matthew 23:1-12


Jesus on a tirade…chapter 23 is it!
The whole of chapter gets the passion…no ‘sweet Jesus’ here!

We have the first part…the cautionary tale. 
Those Hypocrite-Scribes & Pharisees, they have the right words
but let me tell you about all their wrong-headed deeds.
They…they..they…
And then
As for you…

The tirade really heats up after today’s pericope ends.
Three sharp “Woe to you” daggers

I’m hearing a remedy from Isaiah…a little preventative medicine

Reading the verbs:
Hear (God)
Listen (to God)
Wash
Put Away
Cease Doing
Learn
Redress
Hear (the Orphan)
Defend (the Widow)

Jesus’ tirade is addressed to me 
I best not place myself in a convenient spot away from his gaze

But redress is possible
It is always possible
Prayer (hearing & listening) is the starting point

Collect:
Guard us
We pray
In your unceasing mercy
Because without you
We are sure to fall
Keep us
Direct us to all that brings salvation

I am picturing a game of ‘Pin the Tail’
I am blindfolded
And some kind party guest takes me by the shoulders
And points me
Gently
In the right direction




Thursday, March 9, 2017

Over or Just Beginning*

A Homily on Jonah Chapter 4
Congregation = Cohort 14, Aquinas Institute;) 


My congregational exegesis tells me
That you remember how
the Word of the Lord came to Jonah son of Amittai
Calling him to the exceedingly large
And exceedingly seedy
city of Ninevah
You remember how he went
The OTHER way
You know about the storm
And how it came to light that Jonah was to blame
and how the only answer was him going down down down into the sea

And you know of Jonah’s despair in the belly of that exceedingly great Fish
And how Jonah erupted in pious psalmnody

And you remember how God was there
How God ordained the storm
How God ordained the fish
And how God ordained that stomach

And I know
you remember
how the Word of the Lord came to Jonah yet again
And how Jonah finally went
Begrudgingly…certainly
Whispering…maybe…at least I think so
Wanting the Ninevites smashed to smithereens…absolutely!!!

He went
He went and he preached his 5-word sermon
And the people heard
The people heard God
And God relented at Ninevah’s exceedingly public display of sorrow and contrition

Do you remember though
How all along this kinda crazy tale
there is no shred of evidence…no convincing movement in Jonah at all

He has good creed…
I am a Hebrew, he proclaims…
He knows perfectly the Yahweh of the Exodus
The one who is gracious and compassionate,
slow to anger and steadfast in love
He has this down pat
He has good creed

But his praxis…

That’s Jonah

But chapter 4
I think that’s where things get interesting

the stubbornness
the drama
the re-iterated Sylvia Plath death wish

In the end
We are left with a Jonah
Stuck in his anger
A tantrum throwing Jonah
who refuses to respond to God’s provoking:

“Deal with this Jonah!
Fess up
I know you want the NINEVITES to DIE!
Come clean
So we can move on!”

He Doesn’t
The Book of Jonah
Has a NON-ENDING
The book is left open
Unfinished


The word of the lord came to Jonah
And the word of the Lord came to Jonah again

I don’t know
Did it?
Did it…really?


In the Joy of the Gospel
We hear that God speaks to us
The Lord wants to make use of us preachers
We are living, free and creative beings…
We are perfect for preaching
We are creative beings who let God’s word enter deep into our own hearts
WE do that so. That. We. Can. pass it on to others. 
The word Francis uses is POSSESSION
We are to be preachers POSSESSED
Christ’s message must truly penetrate and POSSESS the whole of us,
not just intellectually but in our entire being. 
The Holy Spirit calls to us
“ALLOW ME to POSSESS you!!!“



I’ve heard a fair number of ‘call’ stories
(I’ve even made up a few of my own)

I bet Jonah tells a good one
I’ll bet it is good and well practiced

Me?
I’m Jonah
I’ve been called by God
To preach God’s Justice
(notice I didn’t say MERCY)
Funny you should ask
It happened one day
I was just relaxing under the shade of a sturdy Gourd
You know
Come to think of it
That was a sign too
those gourds that have those really big leaves
They are kinda rare around these parts
But there it was
Popping up FOR ME…like a portable ceiling fan
Doing exactly what I needed it to do
Keeping me comfortable while God ‘called’ me by name
It felt sooooo good
Being called and cared for like that

Was I scared?  Well sure
…I suppose…a little anyway…
But I could tell…I just knew somehow…
Me…and God
We were on the same page
You know the ole sayings
'two peas in a pod'
‘great minds think alike ’ and all


I bet Jonah told a good one
A good and sturdy call story

I don’t know about you
But I get a little suspicious
When the call stories are so tidy
If you think about it
Who really ought to tell the call story anyway
Wouldn’t you like to hear God’s side of that story!

Here is how I see it:

What I see is that when Jonah thought the story was over
…it was only just beginning

In the Bible there are 4 chapters to the Book of Jonah
But there IS a chapter 5
There is always a chapter 5
maybe there are even MANY chapter 5's

And I see
that what we have here is a grammar problem
A problem of tense usage
Did the word of the Lord Come to Jonah?
Or Kurt or Charlie or Honora?
Did God call Jonah? Or Ian or Heidi or Ray?

Or is the Word of the Lord coming
Is it always Coming
Is God always calling
“Allow me to possess you!!!”

Some days
Some weeks
Some months…maybe even some years
We might be too OTHERWISE possessed
by busy-ness
by feelings of unfruitfulness
Too Possessed by frustration with the dimwitted and stoneyhearted people of God
Too possessed by our neat and tidy call stories

Too DIS-possessed

Sometimes
When we think the story is over
…it is really just beginning

The Book of Jonah isn’t really a story about Jonah…is it?
It seems to me to be a much better story about God
As a God-Story it really is a great tale for sustaining the Preaching Life

However stubborn Jonah is…
However…Pouty, Dramatic, Angry beyond comprehension, 
however Truly unlikable
God WILL outlast him
God never gives up on Jonah

God keeps sending his word
He keeps asking the question
He keeps offering mercy and understanding

That is comforting!
SURELY
If God does it for Jonah
…well surely!!!

Did the Word of the Lord come to Jonah?
We must watch our tenses
The Word of the Lord didn’t come
It didn’t just come to Jonah
It didn’t just come to me, or Ben, or Lou
It is coming
It is always coming
BECAUSE
Preaching is a present tense activity

My friends
God SIMPLY will not be outdone in steadfastness
That is the Grace I name

And I say
In the name of all us preachers

Thanks. Be. To. God.

Sunday, March 5, 2017

Lenten Patience

March 5, 2017
1st Sunday of Lent Year A (readings here)
St. Stephen’s Episcopal Church         
New Harmony, IN




I think I've grown to love Lent
Maybe it would be more accurate to say 
that I've grown to appreciate Lent
I welcome the mantras of Lent
“Come back to me…with all your heart”
“Create in me a clean heart O God”
“fast and pray”
All of it demands attention and work on my part
I suppose my job is to be ready
Ready to get a bit more real
I am hoping that our readings will set the stage a bit
I hope they will help our ‘readiness’

But I must say, 
the lectionary starts out with such a bang
on this first Sunday
It gives us way too much to digest in one day

In Genesis we have the genesis of sin
Our human propensity to fall for cunning
In Psalm 32 we have more sin, guilt, transgression, and forgiveness
In Romans …sin and death and how they relate...and grace
In the Gospel more temptation and the reappearance of Mr. Cunning

If there is ever a Sunday that demands at least a 30 minute sermon…
(don’t worry I don’t have one in me)
Let's begin Lent patiently 
Lent is 40 days
We’ll start out…patient

I am thinking about Sin, 
the Fall,
and the PATIENCE of GOD 

I remember one December
I wanted to make gingerbread houses with my kids
I wanted to make it a real collaborative project
A together project
I gave up all my need for perfection...
     no Martha Stewart allowed
And expediency
Patience was needed in a big supply
I found a book of plans
Stencils really
The kids traced the stencils
And cut them out
They measured the ingredients
Cracked the eggs
Mixed, stirred...rolled out the dough
And eventually we baked and glued with icing
And then the candy decorating

But YOU KNOW…it was not smooth sailing

All the while there was interruption after interruption
The neighbor next door knocks and wants to play
bathroom breaks
spills to clean
A naptime
What I really remember is that I needed
Patience, patience, and more patience

Because it HAD to be their creation
Their part was imperative

Isn’t God that way?
Jesus calls him “Abba” … Daddy
God is like a parent
A parent who wants to make something out of CREATION
But he wants to make it with us
He doesn’t want to do it by himself
And YES
It is so inefficient
It is so very messy
and it’s going to go sideways sometimes
interrupted over and over

It will take a lot longer
In the case of creation
It will take ALL the time in the world

So history takes time
And God gives it time*
God is patient

It is when we lose patience
It is when we decide to grab
at what God is offering us as a gift
A gift, God surely knows
We will need time to grow into
A gift to unfold gradually…over history…

It is when we lose patience with that gift
When we want our God-Likeness
When we want it RIGHT NOW
When we want it on our own terms.
That’s the Fall

The Fall
The sin in garden
I'm thinking that it is our human impatience with God’s gift
Adam and Eve grasp at the gift
The gift that God…in God’s infinite wisdom…
is unfolding for us gradually

Imagine the dialogue
Mr. Cunning surely knows the answer to his question before he even asks
He is cunnnnnning
His plan is to arouse something in Eve
Something that wasn’t there before
All was bliss and contentment
God is so good…a huge garden…
       Green and plentiful and satisfying
No rivalry
No shame
No impatience

Mr. Cunning
I can see him
Hmmmm…hmmmmm…hmmmm…
I don’t know but it looks to me like God just might be      
     hiding something from you??? 
Can’t you sense it?  
Are you sure he’s telling the whole truth???

He points out their incompleteness
Compared to God
You aren’t enough
You need more
You need that one more fruit
Mr. Cunning shines all the light and attention on their lack…
     Their want …Their need
None of which was there before he cunningly aroused it
       Cunning indeed

Mr. Cunning is still alive and well
Always has been
Just watch a few commercials or notice a few billboards
I see him in our obsession
       with youth, and wealth, and shallow beauty
We might very easily be overwhelmed
       With seductions and tricks of this cunning sort

So…In the beginning
We might say
There was a WRONG MOVE…an impatient move

And this wrong move has been pondered by mystics and Saints and theologians throughout the ages

This wrong move
Is the impatient move
An impatient move to fill up that God-shaped whole in our hearts   
     with the nearest, most tantalizing thing that catches our fancy
       ---a perfect fruit for instance
This wrong move
Is the impatient move
To medicate our restlessness before making a full diagnosis


And what about Paul’s words to the Romans?
There is a lot of reflection going on these days
About Augustine’s doctrine of original sin
As it relates to this passage in Romans
Now…don’t get me wrong
All we have to do is look around for proof that there is original…and/or perennial sin

But in a nutshell
Augustine got his translation a bit wrong...
     or at least missed some significant nuance
As brilliant as he was he didn’t read Greek
     And so he was working from a pretty rough Latin
     translation of the Bible at the time

The bottom line is that in the Greek
Paul’s line of thought might be better read
‘Because of death…we sin’
We could have a whole conversation about this

But I bring it up today…because this death to sin relationship
       speaks to PATIENCE
How so?
If death is the ultimate horizon
If there is only death
Well---as my Mom would say…PHOOEY
Phooey on patience
Eat, Drink…be Merry
For tomorrow we may die!

I am going to guess that all of you have heard that silly…
       kinda stupid country song
       “The Girls Get Prettier at Closing Time”?

The clock is ticking
Time is running out
There is a deadline

It may sound cheeky and fun
But…below the surface…it’s really dark and void…its deathly

God is not to be hurried
God’s clock is not ticking
God’s time is not running out

History takes time
And God gives it time

God is not to be hurried
God is not in a hurry with Jesus
And the Christian response is not to be hurried
Hurried in the sense that makes for WRONG MOVEs

BUT
There is a bit of a paradox here
Not hurried…But at the same time demanding our response...
     maybe even urgently demanding it
In fact, demanding every ounce of ourselves
Urgent…But not hurried
Not frantic
Not clumsy
Patient.

Patience and faith
They seem to me, today, to be completely connected

And this brings us to the Gospel
Jesus is being tempted
Mr. Cunning has re-appeared to catch Jesus at his most vulnerable
Tired and hungry

Taken together
all these temptations
They are all promises for NOW
Quick, and tantalizing, and NOW
Mr. Cunning almost seems like a publicist
Or an image-maker

I can see him...he’s walking around Jesus
Sizing him up
Hmmmmm…hmmmmm…hmmmm…
Seriously...you are a mess
But…I’m telling you…I see tons of potential here
You could be dazzling
Just give my make-up artist a few hours
And let me get some good scripts into your hands
Uh---uh
I think we could have you ready for prime time by tonight
Hmmm…hmmmm…
A new suit…a clean shave
Yep…that Jerusalem crowd will be all over you

But Jesus holds his own
He accepts God’s plan
God’s timing

Jesus reserves that God shaped hole for God
Jesus’ only prescription for his restlessness is God alone

In God
I am enough
In God
I don’t need more
In God
I am whole

Temptations are never one and done
And so Lent rolls around year after year
Asking us
What have I been allowing to sneak into that God-shaped hole in my heart?
What have I been tempted to believe can fill my deepest longing?

The good news is that
Death is in fact NOT the horizon
The horizon, in Christian language is the Parousia…
the second coming
That means God's FULL PRESENCE
When Christ is ALL in ALL

And so the call is to be patient
The victory is promised
In fact it is already accomplished…in God’s time
But for us
We live in history

History takes time
And God gives it time

This Lent
Lets give it time
Lets take our part in its manifestation
Lets try not to get anxious
Lets try to avoid the
WRONG MOVES

And lets HOPE
lets hope in the promise that began Matthew’s Gospel
the promise of Immanuel…God With Us
And lets hope in the Gospel’s very last line
“And behold I am with you always until the end of the age”

History takes time
And God gives it time
Thanks be to God

*an oft repeated line used by Gil Bailie in his audio recordings, one of which I think was titled “The Mystery of History”