Called

Grace Episcopal Church, Monroe, February 24, 2016

When I was a child, perhaps 8 years old, the pastor of the Mennonite church my family attended retired. I do not remember the details of how a pool of candidates to replace him was chosen. But I will never forget the culmination of the process. 

Five men stand at the front of the church. Prayers invoking the Holy Spirit are prayed—several looong prayers. An elder of the church holds up to each man a row of matchsticks, all appearing to be identical—from the outside. Concealed by his hand is the fact that one of the matchsticks is way shorter than the others.

Each of the five men takes a matchstick, and the man who chooses the short one is thereby “called” to be our next pastor.

Choosing Mathias

Casting lots to determine God’s call was standard practice in Mennonite churches at that time. It was based on scripture—specifically, the story just read of the choosing of St. Mathias to replace Judas. We Mennonites believed it to be the way to get ourselves out of the way and let the Holy Spirit decide.

The Bible offers many stories of God’s call to various people. Some are dramatic. Every time I hear the story of Isaiah being touched on the mouth with a live ember, I shiver in awe and apprehension. What must that have been like!

On the other hand, God’s call to the boy Samuel was so subtle that Samuel thought it was the old man in the next room. Perhaps it is only grown-ups who require supernatural phenomena to get their attention!

Or, more accurately, perhaps when God is actually able to penetrate our defenses and be heard above the din of our busy, busy lives, we experience it as supernatural. It shouldn’t be. It should be as natural as the air we breathe.

It is also clear from call stories in the Bible that feelings of unworthiness in the face of God’s call have a long and honorable history: Moses, Isaiah, Amos, John the Baptizer and more.

Nevertheless, such feelings do not constitute justification for avoiding the call. God’s grace is sufficient, and working through imperfect, unworthy vehicles like us is precisely the plan. Clutching our sins and gazing at God in disbelief is never a substitute for answering the call.

That does not mean you are called to ordained ministry, although you might be. It does not mean you are called to change jobs or careers or move to a new place or reinvent your entire life, although you might want to do that.

It does mean that whatever you are doing with this one glorious and precious gift we call life, God is at work loving and reconciling this world, and you, me, all of us… are called to be a part of that.

We are all called. If we have been baptized into Christ’s one, holy, catholic and apostolic church, then we are called to be ministers of that church in the world. The thing that unites all followers of Jesus is that we are all called.

The only questions are, what is each of us called to do? And how do we know?

Please do not hear in any of this the tired notion that “God has a plan and if you just pray hard enough and are good enough, God will send signs—like drawing the short matchstick—to tell you whether to take this job or that one, move here or there, sell the farm or not, start that business or not, be ordained or not, etc., etc.”

Consider the possibility that God really does not care much about those specifics!

Caroline Fairless is an Episcopal priest who has wrestled with this question of “call.” She came to the priesthood by way of a lover committing suicide, and she struggled mightily to experience herself and her call as authentic.

In her autobiography, she describes a particularly challenging life transition in which she found herself quite indecisive and praying madly for direction. Dear God, shall I go here or go there, or perhaps not to a parish at all but into some other kind of work for the church?

Then one day she is out walking the dog, who insists upon snuffling through every bush along the sidewalk. As she stands with her face in a bush that seems to be growing right before her very eyes, she remembers a conversation reported to her by a friend about his own conversation with God about his call.

It went like this:

Friend: Well, God, is this what you want me to do?

Silence.

Friend: Do you want me to be a minister?

Silence.

Friend: So, yes? Or no?

God: You already are a minister.

Friend: Okay. Word games. How about a priest? Do you want me to be a priest?

Silence.

Friend: So, yes? Or no?

God: You already are a priest.

Friend: But ordained? Seminary trained? Do you want me to be an ordained minister?

God: I don’t care. It doesn’t make any difference.

Friend: You don’t care?

God: I really do not care.

Fairless and the dog continue down the path, she struggling with the decision she must make about which of her options constitutes the “right call.” Suddenly, she says, I hear a smile, somewhere in the universe, ‘It really doesn’t matter, Caroline. It just doesn’t matter.’

By the end of her autobiography, Fairless is able to see and claim that the Spirit is in her and working through her, regardless of what, exactly, and where, exactly, she is doing whatever she is doing at any given moment in time.

Here’s what I think, she concludes. I think it’s not so much the particulars of God’s call—almost anything will do—(blasphemy, you say!). The call is to the person. The field hardly matters. Priest or plumber, carpenter, bus driver, poet, teacher, the call is to me. I am to be the richest, fullest, most loving, generous, kind, bold, fearless, funny, creative partner to God… and to you… that I can be. The context is secondary.

 

I do not mean to make light of the question of what, exactly, we are called to do. Countless times throughout history, human beings have inflicted great cruelty and suffering upon each other in the name of God’s call.

We do it because we are no less human for having been called. And so our own human motives, our rich imaginations and wishful thinking, our arrogance, our hope that our own answers to the mysteries of God are the only answers—these things and more get all tangled up in our sense of God’s call.

Tonight’s Gospel lesson is huge help in sorting out this business of being called. Jesus offers us the concept of “abiding,” and specifically of abiding in his love.

That means a lot more than “poke your head in the door once or twice a day.” It means more than “give thanks before every meal.” It even means more than “consult me about every decision you have to make.” I really can’t conceive that God wants to micro-manage our lives!
    

For our Lenten study, I and the Canterbury group at ULM are using this workbook and a series of short videos produced by the Brothers of St. John the Evangelist (available free online) to consider “growing” a rule of life. Rules of life give us focus and direction and support—like a trellis does a climbing rose—to grow and abide in Jesus’ love.

And when we abide in Jesus’ love, we will know what God calls us to do. It’s stated right here: This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. And he goes on to say, ‘I have chosen you and appointed you to go out and bear fruit that lasts.’

What more do we need to know? Does it really matter whether we do that in a law office or a classroom? In a hospital or a TV studio? As a construction worker or a banker? As a garbage collector or a brain surgeon? As a lay person, a bishop, a deacon or a priest?

My friends we are all called, and at the most basic and foundational level, we are all called to the same thing: We are called to participate in God’s reconciling love already at work in the world. Everything else is window dressing.

In the name of God, Father, Son & Holy Spirit.AMEN

    

Going Out of Our Minds

 Lenten Lunch Series, Grace Episcopal Church, Monroe, 2/23/16

What in the world has gotten into Mary? Mary, the blessed mother of Jesus, that is.

Mary, who upon learning of her most extraordinary pregnancy, a pregnancy she had every reason to be mortified by… but who instead sings a song—a song of joyful acceptance so magnificent that we have made it part of our daily devotion to God. That Mary. 

Mary, who pondered everything in her heart on the extraordinary night of her son’s birth, and who heard Simeon’s prophesy when she took her child to the temple for the naming ceremony. That Mary.

Today, that Mary stands with her other sons on the outside edge of the crowd surrounding her son Jesus (Mark 3:19-35, NRSV).

Jesus' Mother & Brothers

Her openness and acceptance of her son’s extraordinary nature seems to have evaporated. She and her “normal” sons are there to take Jesus away and lock him up because he has gone out of his mind.

Notice that she does not even go to his side herself. Is she afraid of her crazy son?

Is she embarrassed by his teaching of ideas so foreign to the family religion? Mortified by his rejection of the traditions of his own people?

Whatever has gotten into Mary, she sends messengers to fetch Jesus so she can take him away. And Jesus rebukes her and his brothers.

He does it gently. Teachers everywhere will recognize the strategy! When an answer is hard, preface it with a question! When you need to lead people to a challenging conclusion, help them participate in getting there by posing a question.

Jesus was master at this. He did it all the time when engaging with the religious leadership of the day. He rarely responded to the scribes and Pharisees with a direct answer, but almost always with a question.

And so he asks, “Who are my mother and my brothers?”

Then, turning not to his mother and brothers, but to those who had been absorbed in his sermon on forgiveness, he embraced them and whoever does the will of God as his immediate family.

When I came to Louisiana almost 20 years ago, I was struck by the tightness of family life here.

I first noticed it among my students, who seemed to have no ambition whatever to go out into the big, broad world, who wanted careers that would keep them right here in northeastern Louisiana.

I asked the department secretary about it, and she said, in her southern drawl that I cannot imitate, “Oh, yes, Dr. Kauffman. We would pitch a tent in our Momma and Daddy’s front yard and live there forever if we could!”

My late husband and I also noticed that no one was around most Sundays. We’d go to church then to coffee hour, kind of hoping to encounter some friendly souls we could hook up with for lunch or afternoon activities… but those who came to coffee, sipped quickly and were off. “Sunday family dinner,” we were told when we asked about it.

Invoking communal traditions and talk of family values are pretty sure-fire way to generate warm, fuzzy feelings in people. So much so that our politicians bandy those terms about in search of votes for themselves and their pet laws and policies.

Sadly, the content of the terms is rarely offered or asked for. A bit of Socratic method would serve us well here. What “heritage” do you mean? we might ask, the heritage of crawfish and jazz? Or the heritage of segregation and Jim Crow?

How do you define “family” and what “values” are you invoking?

You see, “heritage,” “tradition,” “family” and “family values” can become defense mechanisms.

They can shut down our minds and make us resistant to change. They can make us feel okay about excluding people—indeed, families—who do not fit our norms and standards and view of the world.

In a word, they can become idolatries.

And that, I believe, is what Jesus is teaching us in this story. He is asking us to question our most cherished values.

He is asking us to step right out of our comfort zone and open ourselves to all of humankind in a radical new way.

He is asking us to let go of fear and embrace the vast human family. 

Indeed, Jesus is asking us.. to follow him.. in going out of our minds. 

Many of you know I have long been involved in Northern & Central Louisiana Interfaith. The first lead organizer of Interfaith was a white man by the name of Perry Perkins. One of his first contacts was Rev. James Johnson, a black man and pastor of New Light Missionary Baptist Church.

Upon Mr. Perkins explaining his vision of Interfaith as black folks and white folks, Jews and Christians and Muslims, from northside and southside and across the river, well-off and poor, all working together for the good of the entire community, Rev. Johnson famously said, “You are the craziest white man I have ever met.”

A few years ago on the occasion of his retirement, I had the opportunity to turn that statement around and tell Rev. Johnson that he was the craziest black man I had ever met for signing on, which he did! And the crazy vision that is Interfaith persists today. 

How have YOU left behind your own most cherished traditions, beliefs, even family values.. and followed Jesus in going out of your mind? 

In the name of Father, Son and Holy Ghost, AMEN
     

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Two of the sermons in this book reference one of the many "treasures” strewn about my house, specifically a little brown rock about the size of a meatball. It’s kind of lumpy and hard and drab. It’s chipped and cracked. But it has a heart-shaped hole in the side.

I have come to see this little treasure as a symbol of the human-God relationship. We too are small, lumpy, often hard-headed, stiff-necked, and wounded by the inevitable challenges and suffering of human life. In comparison to God, more like a little brown rock.

But we do have a God-shaped hole in the side of our tiny, frightened, wounded and often hard human hearts. Nothing can fill that hole except God. God put it there with great love and tenderness to help us know whose we are. 

And that's Incarnation and that’s what makes it possible for us to love God and our neighbor as ourselves, to care for others—even those we don’t like or who frighten us, to reach for God and to find God, right here on earth, in each other and in creation and in the very ordinariness of our lives.

I think you’ll find that theme running in the background of many of these sermons.

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In the End Is Our Beginning

A sermon for Advent 1, preached at St. Thomas' Episcopal, Monroe, La., 29 Nov. 2015.

In a cartoon circulating on the Internet, a man and a woman walk along a city street. The woman is speaking. “My desire to be well-informed,” she says, “is currently at odds with my desire to remain sane.”

If you cannot identify with that sentiment this morning, I would seriously have to wonder where you have been and how you have been spending your time.. such that you could be so out of touch with what is happening in the world today.

Another item making the rounds online last week was a short bit of poetry, author unknown. It went like this: 

The Physician’s hands gently touch the earth: Where does it hurt?

Everywhere
Everywhere
Everywhere 

That one puts a lump in my throat every time I see it. Indeed, our world hurts. Everywhere.

Today we stand poised once again in the doorway between an end and a beginning. Last Sunday, we ended the church year celebrating Christ the King. 

Jesus shall reign where’er the sun doth its successive journeys run;
his kingdom stretch from shore to shore, til moons shall wax and wane no more.  
(Watts; BCP, p. 544) 

And now here we are, just 7 short days later, standing on the brink of apocalypse. 

Jesus tells us through St. Luke (21:25-36, NRSV), that, indeed, not only the moon, but the sun and the stars will seem to have gone haywire. And it will be a terrifying sight. We will faint from fear.

I don’t know what the sun, moon and stars going haywire might look like. Perhaps that is Jesus’ way of saying, “the universe will feel topsy-turvy.”

But we do know what “distress among nations” looks like. It is our everyday reality—at least if we are paying any attention at all!

And it does feel as if the entire universe has lost it’s bearing. We have so little power in the face of humankind run amok. We cannot control the behavior of others, neither individuals nor nations.

Fear is a natural response to lack of control over forces that threaten our world and our worldview. Fear might cause us to faint. But fear also causes us to become indistinguishable from the forces that threaten us in the first place.

Thursday morning I drove to Baton Rouge to spend Thanksgiving with my son and his bride. And what a wonderful time it was! What could be more fun—and more holy—than being the honored guest as newlyweds initiate their first family holiday tradition!

 We prayed together, feasted together and played together. And the world seemed at peace. And it was easy to have faith in a bright future. I hope and pray your Thanksgiving was equally restorative.

But late in the evening, I went to my computer as usual to catch up with online friends and the news of the day. And there among the Thanksgiving greetings from friends all around the world, many of whom do not celebrate this very U.S. American holiday but know that I do…

There among the blessings was a news story that chilled my soul. In Irving, Texas, Muslim worshipers emerged from afternoon prayers to be greeted by protesters carrying rifles and shotguns.

This is what happens when humans assume they know the mind of God and seek to take the vengeance of the Lord into their own hands!

Today’s lessons offer us alternative responses to our fear and perceived threats to our existence. They ask us to take a longer view, and to give ourselves over to a power greater than ourselves.

They draw our attention to the fact that at this moment, even as we prepare to celebrate the coming of Jesus the Christ as a babe in a manger, we must look forward to his coming again in glory and power. And that in this in-between time, we are his light and his love in the world.

We interpret the prophet Jeremiah’s reference to a righteous Branch [springing] up for David (33:14-16, NRSV) to be about the very coming of God into the world in the form of the baby Jesus. But even as we read it that way, we also know that peace has not yet come to Jerusalem. That justice and righteousness do not yet rule the land.

Again through the words of Luke, Jesus the Righteous Branch instructs us in how to conduct ourselves in this time of waiting. Stand up and raise your head, he says. …Be alert at all times. 

What a far cry that is from ‘hunker down and cover your head.’ Know what is happening in the world around you, even if it threatens your sanity! But that does not mean be so distracted by it that we forget who we are—and whose we are—and react in kind.

In Fredericksburg, Virginia, three-quarters of the way across the country from Irving, Texas, an Islamic Center applied for a permit to build a new, larger mosque nearby. This faith community has occupied the same spot without incident for 15 years. Like its Christian neighbors, it supports the local homeless center, has potluck meals and conducts events for the neighborhood, like “farm fun day” featuring horse rides and a petting zoo.

But the public hearing to present their proposal turned ugly. Citizens with legitimate concerns about traffic were drowned out by raw, anti-Muslim rhetoric. The senior pastor of St. Mary’s Catholic Church attended the meeting intending to “speak toward peace,” but gave up. “It’s really wrong to paint with such a broad brush,” he said. But the crowd wasn’t ready to hear his message of peace.

The Way Is through Light and Shadow, by Bette J. Kauffman

How often the fear that leads to faintness of heart goes hand in hand with acts designed to induce terror in the hearts of those we perceive as the threat. How sad when fear turns us against our very neighbor, such that the sheriff must shut down a civic meeting to prevent violence. 

To you, O LORD, I lift up my soul; my God, I put my trust in you, prays the psalmist (25:1, NRSV), who then reminds us that God is our salvation. Not national power, not the guns we carry, not legal protection of our hate-filled behavior—but God alone is our salvation and worthy of our trust.

The psalmist also asks for teaching and guidance in the way of the Lord, then in verse 9 tells us what that means: All the paths of the LORD are love and faithfulness. 

In his first letter to the Thessalonians (3:9-13, NRSV), Paul gives thanks for that new community of faith and prays for them. Today, I make Paul’s prayer our prayer: That we may increase and abound in love for one another and for all as we look forward to the coming of Christ—both as babe in the manager, a beginning, and at the end of all time with all the saints.

AMEN.

Let My Ego Go

St. Luke's Episcopal Chapel, Grambling, La., 27 Sept. 2015

One day in heaven, St. Peter is standing at the pearly gates doing his usual thorough job of checking IDs and deciding who gets in and who doesn't. 

Along comes Jesus, who watches for a minute then says, “Hey, Peter, how’s it goin’, man?”
“Well,” says St. Peter, “I have a complaint. You know, Lord, I’m scrupulous about my job here.  I interview each soul arriving at the Gate of Heaven, and I check to see if his or her name is written in the Book of Life.  I turn away the people not worthy to enter heaven, but a little while later I turn around and I see those very people wandering around on the inside!  I don’t get it! What’s going on?”

Jesus chuckles and say, “Yeah, well, that’s my mother for you! Those people you turn away? She’s letting them in through the back door.” 

In today’s Gospel lesson (Mark 9:38-50, NRSV), Jesus’ disciples are ego-tripping. This is actually not an unusual occurrence. We get to see the Chosen Twelve ego-tripping with some regularity, like when they argue about who is the greatest while Jesus is trying to teach them about being servant of all.

Today’s ego-tripping has to do with insiders vs. outside. They—the Twelve—are, after all, the ultimate insiders. They travel with Jesus. They hang on his every word—even when they totally don’t get it—which is also with great regularity.

And so they are upset when they see someone else acting like an insider. They see someone casting out demons in Jesus’ name, and they try to stop him. He was not following us, St. John says, and you can hear the petulance in his voice.

And Jesus says, in no uncertain terms, ‘Get over it guys. Back off! The cause of Christ is what matters, and whoever does it, whoever gives a cup of water in my name, is on my side.’

Indeed, Jesus is sufficiently disturbed by their ego-tripping that he sets a tone of danger in what he says next. Do not be a stumbling block, he says.

Do not let your pride get in the way of anyone else’s soul journey, he says, or you really will wish you were dead. Sounds a lot like Proverbs 16:18, which we popularize as “Pride goeth before a fall.” Jesus cited the Hebrew Scriptures a lot!

This form of ego-tripping is epidemic in our hyper-partisan national politics today. It is exactly what leads to stalemate in government. It leads people in power and those who support them.. to reject ideas and refuse to negotiate on the basis of which party is behind those ideas at a given moment in time.

We are all too quick to turn political leanings, like “liberal” or “conservative” into missiles we fire at one another, without pausing to hear what each other has to say on real issues that concern everyone. We really don’t want to consider the possibility that both—or all—points of view are essential to finding the best path through thorny problems, like how to create an economic system that works for everyone.

Wherever matters of identity and points of view divide people from each other and become stumbling blocks to working together for the common good, ego-tripping is involved—even when it involves religious people like ourselves.

A couple of years ago, Bishop Jake appointed me to head the Diocese’s Dismantling Racism Commission. About a year ago, as part of that work, I began traveling to St. Joseph, Louisiana, about once a month to do some community organizing, using the methodology of the Industrial Areas Foundation, which I learned via my long-time involvement with Northern & Central Louisiana Interfaith.

St. Joseph, Louisiana, is a deeply divided community along several lines. Probably the greatest of these is race, but in that area, race is deeply intertwined with socio-economic status and geography. To put it quite simply, the town is made up primarily of poor and working class black folks, whereas nearby Lake Bruin is surrounded by middle to upper class white folks.

Ironically, one thing that motivates these very different groups of people to consider trying to come together is that the lovely, middle class white churches are all located in the poor, black town of St. Joseph. So… Sunday morning is the most integrated time in St. Joseph.

Of course, the black folks and the white folks aren’t INSIDE the same churches. But they are all in town… all sharing the same pot-holed streets, run-down and boarded up buildings, and derelict water system.

Let me assure you, this is exhilarating but exhausting and frustrating work! At this point, we have formed an organization we call Tensas Faith Community, and we have two white churches and two black churches involved.

At times, we are in perfect harmony. At others, we struggle with fear, distrust, and, yes, ego-tripping. People are always free to come and go, stay or leave as they choose, but…. it becomes really tempting to draw lines in the sand.

“What do we stand for?” someone wants to know. “We need to put it into writing, so I can decide if I’m in or out!” Or, “if we get involved with that, I’m outta here,” someone says, before we’ve even discussed and heard each others’ points of view about what getting involved with that means.

I believe that human ego is the biggest of the stumbling blocks to our own faith journey, and the biggest stumbling block we throw in the way of others’ faith journey. I believe Jesus is telling us in the story, “Let your ego go.”

I don’t know what divides the community of Grambling, Louisiana, but I’ll bet something does. And I’ll bet human ego is part and parcel of it. And whatever it is, Jesus wants us—St. Luke’s in Grambling—to be in the business of dismantling it.

Black and white South Africans hold hands at a rally celebrating Nelson Mandela's release in 1990.

We Episcopalians inherent a long tradition of being the establishment church. From the National Cathedral in Washington D.C. to St. Thomas’ in Philadelphia—the first ever black Episcopal Church in the U.S.—Episcopal Churches have been the spiritual home of the Middle Class and on up. We have produced presidents and politicians at every level, academics galore, and religious leaders who have left their mark on all of Christendom.

But we have not always been the best at what Pope Francis is demonstrating as we speak--namely standing in solidarity with "the little ones" and "the least of these."

We're good at charity. We are generous with our dollars. But I'm talking about something else. I'm talking about seeking to see the world from another's point of view, and suspending ego and judgment long enough to give relationship a change. I'm talking about being in relationship across the lines that divide. 

AMEN

   

True Religion

St. Luke's Episcopal Chapel, Grambling, La., 30 August 2015

“Get your cooties away from me!” Or, “Don’t touch me, you have cooties!”

It was ugly. It was mean. But when I was a kid, it was what kids said to other kids with whom they did not want to associate. “Cooties” was the imaginary scourge one group of kids projected onto those whom they looked down upon.

I was at times the target because my family was poor. But, I am sorry to say, I also spoke those words to or about kids I perceived as lower on the socio-economic totem pole than I.

I don’t know what label was used in your elementary school to establish hierarchies of social value, but I bet there was one. We humans seem to be pretty thoroughly afflicted with the desire to see ourselves as better than some other category of human.

Another example of this was accurately and heart-rendingly portrayed in the movie Mississippi Burning. It is a story difficult to tell because it uses language no longer used in polite company. So bear with me as I tell it anyway!

The teller of the story in the movie is the adult son of a poor white farmer, who scratched out a meager existence on a farm next to a poor black farmer. Then the poor black farmer managed to buy a mule, which gave him an edge: the possibility of renting more land.

This made the poor white farmer the butt of his friends’ jokes and teasing. How could it be that the poor black farmer was outdoing the poor white farmer?

So… next thing you know, the mule is dead. Poisoned.

And not long after that, the poor black farmer just disappears. Probably packed up and moved north, the adult son of the poor white farmer speculates. And it was at the moment of driving past the abandoned farmstead, that he as a boy had looked at his father and known exactly what had happened to that mule.

And, he says, his father knew that he knew. At that moment in the movie, he quotes his father saying, "If you ain't better than a nigger, son, who are you better than?"

The drive to see oneself as “better than” some other category of people causes untold damage in this world. It is at the heart of many wars—the U.S. American Civil War and World War II being chief among them.

By the way, I am well aware that some apologists claim the U.S. American Civil War was not about that, but the Articles of Secession and the Constitution of the Confederacy say otherwise.

And the central strategy for construing ones’ own human category as “better than” some other human category is to define and label those people as in some way a defective, contaminating presence.

All forms of religious violence—from the hate speech of Westboro Baptist to the murders of ISIS—are based on an obsession with destroying people defined as sinners and infidels. Tragically, this violence is done either to please or to appease God, even though we have plenty of evidence that is not how God thinks.

Those are extreme examples. We do this in less extreme but always hurtful ways. Our church recently decided at national convention that all baptized Christians are equally entitled to all of the sacraments of the church, including the sacrament of marriage and regardless of sexual orientation.

And some see that as a contamination of the church and have left. Indeed, the evolution of the Episcopal Church’s changing stance on human sexuality is a story of individual people, congregations and even entire dioceses fleeing the contaminating presence of those they believe to be morally inferior.

When we divide poor people into categories of “deserving” and “undeserving,” we are doing the same thing. And when we are fine with “doing charity” of some kind, but don’t really want poor people showing up in our churches, we are doing the same thing.

Charity is a really good way to keep poor people at arm’s length because it is almost always done at some other location: the homeless shelter, the food bank, and so forth.

In his book, “People of the Way,” Dwight Zscheile tells the rather elitist history of the Episcopal Church in the U.S. We once were the “establishment” church. This history lingers in a certain Episcopal snobbery, perfectly summed up by the man who said, “Everyone in this community who should be an Episcopalian is already an Episcopalian.”

That man was a member of a small and possibly dying Episcopal congregation in a small Louisiana community with plenty of unchurched folks who were poorer than he or of a different racial or ethnic identity than he.

Human efforts to keep our own particular brand of religion pure are always focused on others, on who to keep out, or at least who to not invite in. And that is not how God thinks.

It IS how the world thinks. It IS a rather natural human tendency. But it is not how God thinks.

In today’s lessons, both St. James (1:17-27, NRSV) and Jesus (Mark 7:1-8, 14-15, 21-23, NRSV) speak of the phenomenon of people who talk good religion but do not live good religion. I especially appreciate James’ mirror analogy: For if any are hearers of the word and not doers, they are like those who look at themselves in a mirror; for they look at themselves, and, on going away, immediately forget what they are like.

I wonder if the problem is not more basic. I wonder if we ever see ourselves as we really are in the first place! If we in fact see ourselves honestly, then how is it we keep looking for defilement in other people?

Jesus makes it clear we are looking in the wrong place. Defilement cannot come from without, he says. It comes from within, from our own human heart.

Consider the ultimate consequence of what Jesus says here. If we see defilement or contamination in some person or situation, it is because we brought it to that person or that situation. It’s coming from us, not from them! 

Brothers and sisters, in today’s collect we ask God to graft in our hearts the love of your Name and increase in us true religion. My additional prayer is for us to understand that true religion can increase in us ONLY by the transformation of our hearts by the God who is Love. May we give up the false religion of trying to figure out who we are better than, for the true religion of seeing us all as equally limited, imperfect and beloved children of God.                                                                          AMEN
  

Come and See

Grace Episcopal Church, Monroe, La.

Can anything good come out of Nazareth? Come and see!

 

Nathaniel is the questioner; Philip is the answerer. Or so it was 2000+ years ago on a dusty road to Galilee!

 

Which are you at this moment in time and in this place? Nathaniel? Or Philip? I ask because I can see and hear myself in both of these guys.

 

I ask because, as I read the Gospels, over and over I see myself, and all of us, in the disciples—both when they are getting it, and when they are missing the point entirely.

 

This morning I would rather be Philip, the one pointing the way to the Good News of Jesus the Christ. Come and see!

 

Isn’t that our primary job as Christians?

 

But I am perfectly clear that sometimes I am Nathaniel, allowing my prejudices or my hurt feelings or my disapproval of… whatever, to blind me to the redeeming grace of God. Can anything good come of that?

We all have Nazareths in our lives. Our Nazareth might indeed be a place—a small, poor town that, like Nazareth in Jesus’ time, suffers from ill repute. It might be a part of a town. I have heard the south side of Monroe referred to in that very tone of voice.

In this era of polarized politics, it might be a political party or a specific candidate for public office, one with whom we radically disagree on important matters. If he or she is elected, we think, no good will come of that!

It might be a policy decision, or a personnel decision, or simply a new way of doing things that challenges our own sense of order, our own sense of rightness and wrongness, our resistance to change, our blindness to our own privilege. Any of those can cause us to think, Well, can any good come of that?

Sadly, we are often so devoted to our own way of seeing the world that our behavior slants toward trying to make sure good does NOT come out of… whatever it is we are upset about.

We’d rather be right than content, or perhaps surprised that something works out better than we thought it would!

My son got married a couple of weeks ago. Leading up to the wedding, various friends offered him advice—as humans have a tendency to do. One male friend said to him, Just remember, Will, you can be right, or you can be happy, but you cant be both! He was joking, of course!

Remember Jonah, the pouting prophet? God saves Ninevah in response to Jonah’s own preaching, and Jonah goes off to sit under a bush and pout.

My point is that God redeems things. God is in the redemption business. Whatever good comes of anything, it is because God redeems things.

Our human efforts, even our most well-intended, morally right and good efforts, are by definition limited, partial, imperfect, broken human efforts. 

But those human efforts produce good because God redeems them, and perfects them, and magnifies them.

When we have the courage and wherewithal to set aside our prejudices and hurt feelings and pride and desire to be right, and to say, Come and see… God can and does use that to produce good in the world.

Sometimes, to our chagrin, God produces good out of the very thing we were so certain could never produce good.

Recent decisions by our courts and our church to broaden the definition of marriage and to change the marriage rite have some folka celebrating, and other folks mourning.

And both groups came prayerfully and thoughtfully to their conviction of the rightness of their cause! That's what puzzles me. I find myself asking, Why would God lead people to exactly opposite convictions about the rightness or wrongness of a thing? What good could ever come of that?

Let me hasten to explain that, in fact, my first question is unanswerable and the wrong question. We humans are obsessed with “why.” WE want reasons. It is not at all clear to me that God gives a hoot about “reasons.”

I certainly do not share the notion we hear so often when something bad happens that “God has a reason” and if you’ll just have faith, and smile through the pain and tears, one day you will realize that God had a plan all along, and on and on...

Let me say again, I believe God is in the redemption business, not the reason business. Stuff happens, God redeems it.

And good has come of sharp, painful differences among us. If you look at the history of the church, we have been through some humdingers! Did you know that a few hundred years ago, blood was shed, people were killed, over how the church was to set the date for Easter?!

When sharp, painful disagreements arise among use, we must discuss and debate and argue and negotiate and compromise and contend with each other… and love each other and choose to stay together through the pain and disagreement.

And we become bigger, our hearts and minds expand, our love grows stronger, we let go of being right.. in favor of being together. And maybe that’s the shape of God’s redemption!

God’s redemption rarely looks like we think it should! Surely the scandal of Messiah on a cross is the most powerful lesson of all that God’s redemption never looks like we expect it to!

A few years ago, I was on my knees one night over in the chapel at St. Thomas’ praying fervently for something I wanted. I thought I would die if I didn’t get it. It just seemed so right, or ordained, that it should come to be.

Suddenly I experienced a “thought” I’m pretty sure was from God. Now I am not a person who gets messages direct from God! But at that moment a thought appeared in my head in a most powerful way. And the thought was, It’s up to you.

I rocked back on my heels. Holy smokes! What does that mean?

Suddenly, my prayer seemed totally selfish. Oh, my, if it really is up to me, if God really will give me whatever I ask for, is that really the thing I want most in the world?

And I realized I didn’t want the responsibility, if you will, of taking God up on an offer to give me what I wanted! It was a lesson in, Be careful what you pray for!

And so another understanding of that message from God came to me and has been with me ever since. It’s this: God is saying, My work in this world is up to you. I need you to be my body in the world, my mercy, my peace, my reconciling love. Come and see. Go and do. And I will redeem your feeble efforts!        AMEN