Sermon for Juneteenth & Black Lives Matter

June 18, 2017 – Juneteenth/Black Lives Matter
Preaching text Matthew 9.35-10.23
Jesus was no boy scout.  

It’s not that Jesus wasn’t a good man. He just didn’t live according to the boy scout motto—be prepared. This morning we heard about Jesus seeing the crowds of people who were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd. It’s not that Jesus didn’t care. The gospel writer tells us that Jesus had compassion for them, and knowing he couldn’t reach all of them, Jesus sent out his disciples.  
But did Jesus send them out with their pocket knife & their pocket catechism, a bag of snacks and tricks all equipped and prepared? No. He sends the disciples out to cure, heal, cleanse, cast out evil, proclaim the arrival of God’s kingdom; Jesus sends disciples out “as is”. 
9Take no gold, or silver, or copper in your belts, 10no bag for your journey, or two tunics, or sandals, or a staff; for laborers deserve their food.
Disciples of Jesus head into the mission field, out to the world, into life, pretty much empty handed. It’s seems like it’s taken us, the church, especially church leaders, church professionals just about 2000 years to start to actually hear what Jesus says. We want training and tools; we seek out podcasts, packages and programs. We want to be prepared. 
I am a great example. In my 30’s I accepted the call to serve at St. Paul’s, just a couple of miles west of here at 28th & Wisconsin Ave. I remember early on in my call as pastor, I was picking up some kids to take them to worship or a youth event, and as we were driving down the road they told me informed me that they were going to be moving and that their grandmother was moving with them. Great I thought, here is my chance to connect with these urban black kids, so I start telling them about how when I was10 years old my family moved. We moved from Old Zionsville (which is basically just a couple of houses and a volunteer fire house along what was called Kings Highway), we were moving from there into Macungie, actually a subdivision of new homes outside the village of Macungie (which is Lenni Lenape for “bear swamp”). My grandma was moving in with us too, into our 4 bedroom house. It was so new, that my sister and I got to pick out (choose) the carpeting for our new room. 
I was trying so hard to connect the excitement I remembered with theirs, but for some reason, the kids I was talking with weren’t all excited. They just sat there while I drove and talked, talked, It turns out they weren’t excited about this move, or all that excited about the move they made about 9 months later from that house on 28th and Clyborn, to the house on 33rd just a few blocks north of Center St., or the next a few blocks south of North on 37th street, or the move to the southside, then back again to the northside on 48th St up when that toddler ran into the street was hit and killed and then the driver who stopped and a 15yr old boy were then shot and killed.  
Eventually, I figured out how totally clueless I was. How my white middle class life had actually not prepared me at all to enter the lives of a single parent working poor family living in Milwaukee. Luckily, or shall I say more theologically correct, with the Spirit of Jesus I pretty soon accepted how unprepared so I opened my ears, my hands, and my heart. In those years I brought bible knowledge, middle class knowledge. I would love to say that I delivered that Gospel as faithfully as the mailman. But the gospel, God’s kI didn’t bring that. That happened, God’s kingdom that came when we were together. 
You know, I can’t speak for you but I didn’t learn about Juneteenth when I was in school, or in my home church. When I was young, I just assumed that when Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves and the south lost the Civil War that was the end of slavery that was the end of it—you know everything was cool. All people needed to do was make the right decisions. I didn’t know that the language, the comments, and the jokes I heard growing up as a kid were part and parcel of systemic oppression of racism. That it’s not enough to remove the n-word from my vocabulary. Actually, it’s terrible to admit, but I think a lot of people, white people, are pretty unprepared for the life that so many others live. And too many of us don’t even know how un prepared we are. When we bump into a black person’s, or an latino’s, or another person’s experience we judge their life, their words, their reality only by ours. My privilege means I don’t have to worry someone even a police officer might be just so full of fear, that my sons would instill so much fear in others that they can be shot and killed with impunity. Too many of us are so far away, so disconnected from the pain, the sadness, and grief, the numbness or the terror that a verdict in the Philando Castille—just the latest case.
Now this could make some people uncomfortable, but Jesus in our gospel for today sure seems more concerned with the lives of the harassed and helpless than with the comfort of disciples. Disciples, followers of Jesus, you and me, we are sent into the world, not to just hang out with those like us, but to the harassed and the helpless. Whether that’s someone we know, someone who is sitting on these chairs every week, or a police officer that ducks in for a quick bite to eat, something to drink, a moment. Maybe it’s a young lady or a young man struggling to figure out who they are, express themselves, discover themselves, let off some steam and stress. The thing is the only way the kingdom comes to all of us lost sheep is if open ourselves, cut out our prepared spiels, and listen really listen to the people all around us.
Because we all need this kingdom, reign, vision, reality, whatever we call it. We need it. whatever you want to call it, we all lose it, we all get lost in ourselves. I think that’s why today is really important, (a mostly white congregation) recognizing Juneteenth. Because early just yesterday Saturday morning during powershift 2 single young men came to our door. They came at different times. The first was a young white guy dressed in button down shirt. He was sitting in those chairs out in our lobby talking with me sometime around 1:30. The other man was young black man with real baggy pants. Sure we greeted both, sure we offered both men water and some food. Both stayed for quite a while, both weren’t quite sure how they were getting home. We prayed with the young white guy before we said goodbye. But I didn’t pray with the young black man. Instead when he went to use our restroom, I went out to the officers to let them know that we might be looking for them to help us make sure this black man left. Sure, there are other circumstances. The white guy was there earlier in the “night” around 1:30 and the black guy was there an hour later at 2:30 when we were getting done, tired, and ready to pack it in. Instead of really listening to that young black man, you know what I was doing. I was preparing; I was preparing. Sure, I can say Black Lives Matter, but as long as I keep preparing as long as we allow ourselves as individuals, and as a church as a people, out of fear prepare ourselves, focus on us on our survival, allow tiredness and fear shape what we say and what we do, we’ll miss God’s kingdom of heaven come on earth for us. We’ll just be too busy, being good little girl and boy scouts, lost preparing for not even God knows what, when we could be listening, learning, living in God’s love, love that allows me to say, you know what—I’m no girl scout, I’m not perfectly prepared but I am often lost, but I we are forgiven and God is sending me/sending us good news—so let’s listen. Amen.

Pride is Good

June 10, 2017 Pride
preaching text Genesis 1
Pride is good. God wants us to be proud.
Yes, you heard me right. Yes, this here preacher just declared form this “pulpit” that Pride is good.
You won’t hear that from most preachers or pastors. Why?
Because pride is bad, right? It’s one of the biggies, one of the top 7. The seven deadly sins.

I know we’re not big on sins here at Village, but can we name those 7: pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath, and sloth. While the bible is full of lists, this list doesn’t actually come from the bible. You won’t find the 7 deadly anywhere in the bible, but it does come from the church—probably just a few 300 or 400 years after Jesus. The church and others have identified/focused on pride as basically the source of all other sins. 
Benjamin Franklin is quoted as saying: In reality, there is, perhaps, no one of our natural passions so hard to subdue as pride. Disguise it, struggle with it, beat it down, stifle it, mortify it as much as one pleases, it is still alive, and will every now and then peep out and show itself; you will see it, perhaps, often in this history; for, even if I could conceive that I had compleatly overcome it, I should probably be proud of my humility.
Pride. The source of all sins. That’s what the church has taught right. Contrary to what many churches, preachers have taught that the sin Sodom and Gomorrah is homosexuality (which isn’t what’s really going on in the story). The violence the men of Sodom seek to perpetrate comes from pride and greed. The prophet Ezekiel says in 16.49: “This was the guilt of your sister Sodom: she and her daughters had pride, excess of food, and prosperous ease, but did not aid the poor and needy.” Pride.
So if we’re the church? Shouldn’t we be against Pride? Shouldn’t we run as far away as possible from pride. But no, we here at Village have participated and gone to Pride Fest and some of us will walk/march in the Pride Parade this afternoon, and I just a few minutes ago declared that God wants us to be proud.
Is pride always a sin? What do you think?
If a parent is proud of a child, is that a sin?
Psalm 20 urges us to take pride in God, and then in the new testament. For Paul, in the the letter to the Galatians, says that we can be proud of our good works. 
Take our reading for this morning. It sure sounds like God is pretty proud of Godself in our reading for today. What was that refrain, we said over and over again?
And God saw that it was good. Good. The Hebrew there is “tov”.  

God creates the land, the earth, and it is good and God created the plants and trees and vegetation, and God saw that it is good, the moon, sun and stars in the sky and it is good; animals, sea monsters, birds, and it is good; humankind male and female, God saw creation and it is good, very tov good.
This is what Pride Fest and Pride Parades is all about. Gay pride is not about putting straight or cis people down. It is the place and space to for them to be the norm, the normative, the majority, for some to be themselves. It is instead an opportunity for the LGBT community to claim what has all too often been denied and withheld from them, that they are good— that everyone, including and especially themselves are created good.
Just one more thing before I’m done here, there’s more in our scripture passage this first story of creation—that has been used against the LGBT community. It is these words, “

7So God created humankind in his image,

in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.

28God blessed them, and God said to them, “Be fruitful and multiply. 
First of all and again contrary to what some in the church have taught, both male and female share in God’s image. Some interpret and read these words as if God’s will for us is to be fruitful and multiply, as if procreation is God’s will for us. Well we as a species have certainly filled the earth. At this point we’ve overfilled it. And if procreation is so important, what about all those people who don’t or can’t have children. Are their relationships, are their lives worth less, not as God-blessed as breeders? Our answer is no. God declares creation, from the tiniest quark or atom, and smaller, to the great sea-monsters wales, octopus, and all to be good. Creation is so good God takes a “day”, God takes precious time to (rest) well actually celebrate, revel in it, enjoy us. God is proud of what God has created in us. It has been said that the rest of scripture from genesis on is our struggle to accept this for ourselves and for others. Our problem, our sin, has not been that we were simply proud, but that we were prouder of ourselves and others. Can you imagine what it, what this world would look like if everyone could see just how precious, beautiful, how fine we, how fine all God’s children are—that we are, that we start out complete—that we don’t have to do something to be declared good—that we don’t have to earn money, get good grades, win races. That the source of our pride was in our very existence. Quoting another great theologian:

Whether life’s disabilities

Left you outcast, bullied or teased

Rejoice and love yourself today

‘Cause baby, you were born this way

No matter gay, straight or bi

Lesbian, transgendered life

I’m on the right track, baby

I was born to survive

No matter black, white or beige

Chola or orient made

I’m on the right track, baby

I was born to be brave

I’m beautiful in my way

‘Cause God makes no mistakes

I’m on the right track, baby

I was born this way

Don’t hide yourself in regret,

Just love yourself and you’re set

I’m on the right track, baby

I was born this way, 
Read more: Lady GaGa – Born This Way Lyrics | MetroLyrics 
That just because you are is good enough. That would be so TOV, so very very good. Amen.  
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Pentecost Pickles

This brief sermon was followed by a time of experiential worship”

Pentecost 2017
Pickles? Pickles in communion? There’s no pickles in communion. Ever since the middle of the 20th century, starting from Jewish delis in New York, the pickle has been served with sandwiches your turkey and swiss, your pastrami and rye, and your tunafish. Picklles on your plate, but with the plate and cup of Holy Communion? Pickles.
But that’s what I thought I heard. Pickles.
Except that’s not what the Rev. Mark Bangert said. He said “epiclesis”. Greek “epi” meaning near or at and klesis – to call to. It is the prayer that is said during communion—the prayer to come Holy Spirit.
Epiklesis and pickles. What if instead of one day to celebrate the coming of the Holy Spirit a couple of thousand years ago, what if our prayer were come Holy Spirit every day. What if the Holy Spirit were as present as those pickles on every lunch plate. Actually, that’s more faithful to what we encounter in scripture, what we experience in life. The Holy Spirit has been, is and will be inspiring whenever and wherever. It is the Holy Spirit that inspires musicians to write, and play, choirs and congregations to sing; It is with the Holy Spirits inspiration that artists draw and paint, and sculpt, and build. It is the Holy Spirit’s inspiring that brings us together. So today, we are not going to talk about the Holy Spirit, but we are going to practice being inspired by the Spirit. We have three different opportunities to experience the power of the Spirit. One will be with art, and we will melt crayons to create something like stained glass images of the Spirit, of the fire, and of the Wind/breath. Bill and Kyna will help lead this activity.
At this other table, we have cards, hole punch, pens, and string. This is our prayer station, that with the presence of the Holy Spirit, you working together can compose our prayers of the people.
The third option is the ancient practice of the mutual consolation of the saints. You can spend with one another in conversations of care. It can be with someone you may know well, or maybe not. claim these seats here, for anyone who would like to remain in these seats. It is with the power of the Holy Spirit that we can be genuinely present, listening, and curious about one another.  
You are free to move from one station to another as, as we say the Spirit moves you from table to table as the Spirit moves you. 
begin this sacred time with a prayer—an Epiclesis. Come Holy Spirit, we invite you, we welcome you, we beg you, come be with us as your children gathered in this place.  
Inspirit us to work together, to experience you in one another, to feel your power, your momentum, your energy, you connection within and among us. May we remember not just pickles on a plate, but your presence in this place. Amen.

The pie in the sky is rotten – sermon for March 26, 2017Lazarus and the Rich Man – Luke 16.19-31

I wonder, what kind of pie? What kind of pie was Lazarus enjoying in heaven? I know I would like one piece of apple pie, coconut cream pie, chocolate pie, and oh a piece of pecan pie. Umm. That’s my idea of pie in the sky. Isn’t that what we see in this story Jesus tells? Lazarus suffers in this life here on earth, but don’t worry he’ll be taken care of in the here after.
Chorus

 You will eat, bye and bye

In that glorious land above the sky 

Work and pray, live on hay 

You’ll get pie in the sky when you die

I didn’t write those words. The origin of “Pie in the sky” is from a song written in 1911 by the labor activist Joe Hill. The song is entitled, “The Preacher and the Slave” which was in part a parody and a criticism of the Salvation Army hymn “In the Sweet Bye and Bye”. It begins:

 Long-haired preachers come out every night 

 Try to tell you what’s wrong and what’s right

But when asked how ’bout something to eat 

They will answer in voices so sweet
Chorus

 You will eat, bye and bye

In that glorious land above the sky 

Work and pray, live on hay 

You’ll get pie in the sky when you die

And the Starvation Army, they play 

And they sing and they clap and they pray 

 Till they get all your coin on the drum 

 Then they tell you when you’re on the bum
 Holy Rollers and Jumpers come out 

 And they holler, they jump and they shout 

 Give your money to Jesus, they say     

 He will cure all diseases today
Chorus

 You will eat, bye and bye

In that glorious land above the sky 

Work and pray, live on hay 

You’ll get pie in the sky when you die

The song goes on with a couple more verses. You get the idea. This wasn’t the only protest song Joe Hill wrote as a leader of the labor movement. And, as I hope is clear this promise “pie in the sky” should leave a real bad taste in our mouths, for two reasons. First of all, if the story of Lazarus and the rich man is a description of God’s plan, a description of how heaven works, and if Lazarus and those like him have pie in the sky waiting for them, if those who suffer and starve well then the rich, the ones with plenty to eat, those who can sit at a table at Starbucks with a coffee and scone while someone else is begging for coins, if we can stroll through our choice of Sendiks or metro market, Whole Foods, Trader Joes and pick out whatever meets our fancy, while others stand in lines at soup kitchens, and pantry, or worse yet starve in drought ridden and conflict riddled south Sudan and other parts of Africa—doesn’t that mean our “goose is cooked”. Considered that way, this whole pie in the sky theology tastes pretty darn rotten to me.
Oh sure, we can justify ourselves, we’ll do what we can: we are nice people, we are the kind of people who will advocate for meals on wheels and school lunches, foreign aid, WIC. Hey, we have pantry here in our basement, and some of us work long hard hours there, we give money and time. We make donations. How do we feel as we drive past the men and women by the side of the road with their signs? Do you still feel overwhelmed or a bit guilty when you see the face of Lazarus, see those who hunger, who are mentally ill, who live on the streets?
Even with the promise of pie in the bosom Abraham, this story isn’t warm or fuzzy. Someone, everyone suffers. And no one likes to hear that. Especially the Pharisees who, as Luke tells us just a few verses before this story, loved money, this story, this teaching—Jesus is talking to the Pharisees, and they didn’t like it one bit. Of course neither did the businessmen, the politicians, the police, the establishment, the industrialists, the government like Joe Hill. Joe Hill, who by the way was an immigrant from Sweden, within 5 years of writing this song Joe Hill was arrested and may have been wrongly convicted of murder, and then he was executed by firing squad by the state of Utah.
Sound familiar? I hope it does, for the last weeks we’ve been hearing from Jesus that the religious leaders, the lovers of money, would conspire with the empire, and that Jesus would be arrested, wrongly convicted (for Jesus his conviction was of insurrection), and executed. Now, I just said Jesus was wrongly convicted. He wasn’t planning to overthrow the Romans. Or better said: he wasn’t planning to overthrow just the Roman occupiers. I think he actually was a revolutionary, a rebel, and insurrectionist working to overthrow all empire: all oppressors. Because what Jesus is really telling us in this story of the rich man and Lazarus is that this whole pie in the sky thing isn’t God’s recipe. That’s not how God wants this world to work.  

But the empire, or industrialists, or capitalists, or the rich, or the plutocracy, whatever you want to call it doesn’t want to hear that, doesn’t want us to preach that, doesn’t want us to sing about that, and evil will do whatever it can to quiet us down, and so that we don’t work for that piece of the pie in the here and now.  
It occurred to me this week, that if the church is kept so busy feeding the hordes of people made hungry form the latest proposed budget, maybe we will be too busy to question the system, to work to end inequality, to overturn a system designed by the very few haves which feeds on the lives of the have-nots. Let me tell you, Jesus doesn’t want, and didn’t die for another church food-pantry. 
What is good news in these words of Jesus for us today, is that Jesus isn’t merely concerned with souls in heaven. He isn’t just trying to save us from some hell in the hereafter. Jesus is all about the hell we make in the here and now. So first of all, let’s be clear that is the hell we should be concerned about. The one people are suffering right now in this world of violence and inequality, hatred and fear. And this hell, it’s not God’s idea. It’s all on us.
God has a different vision. One where there frankly is no room for hell. The song of God that Jesus sings, preaches, and lives is the vision of a world where all God’s children have enough, where no one is tossed outside the gate or stands by or sleeps under the bridge while rich drive over. Instead of drones dropping bombs, instead of food programs, development, addiction treatment, education cuts, Jesus is in tune with God’s grander vision for this world, right now. Jesus has a grander vision of Lazarus and the rich man sitting at a table cutting into, sharing, and eating that pie together today. Amen.

Attack of the Giant Chicken!  (just kidding). Sermon for March 12, 2017

Text: Luke 13:1-9, 31-35

1 At that very time there were some present who told him about the Galileans whose blood Pilate had mingled with their sacrifices. 2 He asked them, “Do you think that because these Galileans suffered in this way they were worse sinners than all other Galileans? 3 No, I tell you; but unless you repent, you will all perish as they did. 4 Or those eighteen who were killed when the tower of Siloam fell on them—do you think that they were worse offenders than all the others living in Jerusalem? 5 No, I tell you; but unless you repent, you will all perish just as they did.” 6 Then he told this parable: “A man had a fig tree planted in his vineyard; and he came looking for fruit on it and found none. 7 So he said to the gardener, “See here! For three years I have come looking for fruit on this fig tree, and still I find none. Cut it down! Why should it be wasting the soil?’ 8 He replied, “Sir, let it alone for one more year, until I dig around it and put manure on it. 9 If it bears fruit next year, well and good; but if not, you can cut it down.’ ”

31 At that very hour some Pharisees came and said to him, “Get away from here, for Herod wants to kill you.” 32 He said to them, “Go and tell that fox for me, “Listen, I am casting out demons and performing cures today and tomorrow, and on the third day I finish my work. 33 Yet today, tomorrow, and the next day I must be on my way, because it is impossible for a prophet to be killed outside of Jerusalem.’ 34 Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to it! How often have I desired to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, and you were not willing! 35 See, your house is left to you. And I tell you, you will not see me until the time comes when you say, “Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord.’ 
Attack of the Giant Leeches.      

ARGH! Giant Chicken!

Attack of the Killer Tomatoes

Attack of the 50 Ft Woman

Attack of the crab monsters

The Fly,

The Giant Gila Monster

The Killer Shrews

and of course, yet another King Kong movie came out this week. Those are some 1950’s sci-fi movies of attacking animals (with a fruit/vegetable tossed in there). That list doesn’t include things the Blob, Godzilla, and the space aliens and then the regular sized attacking sharks, pirañas snakes, spiders, and birds, that according to Hollywood have threatened the world as we know it. However, no killer chickens. No Attacking hens.
I guess Hollywood just doesn’t get how threatening a chicken can be. Not so, the pharisees, the religious leaders, Herod, or Pilate and the Romans for that matter. Of course, when they look at Jesus, when they heard about him, they didn’t think chicken. That’s just how he describes the divine love for humanity—in terms of a chicken gathering her little ones under her wings. No flapping wings and pecking beak. So, if it wasn’t the image of a chicken that threatened and scared them, it had to be something else. Because yet again, Jesus tells his disciples/his followers that he is going Jerusalem to die, actually be killed in Jerusalem, and it’s not like some blast of radiation is going to turn him into a giant mutant. But make no mistake, he is a threat. Oh, we don’t necessarily see, we may not hear it in these verses assigned for today. It’s more what is unsaid.  
Our gospel begins with the words, “at that very time”. What very time? Well, Jesus has been making his way to Jerusalem, but he’s not going alone. In fact, he’s not even just with a few disciples. Luke has told us there were crowds coming out to him. In the previous chapter, Luke writes that thousands of people— “thousands so that they trampled on one another” were coming to Jesus. Sounds like Jesus is doing a really good job of gathering people. We know later from our reading this morning, that Jesus wants the same thing for the people of Jerusalem. Could that be what attracts the attention of the authorities? The Romans really do not care how many people Jesus heals, even if it’s on a sabbath. 
But gathering crowds, that’s like rallies and marches. Mobilizing people is power, and can be threatening.   
Of course, we know that Jesus doesn’t describe himself as a wolf with his pack or a even a lion leading his pride. Jesus isn’t collecting swords and spears; he isn’t arming the people with weapons of war. He describes himself as a hen gathering her chicks. Still, we can’t underestimate the threat of people coming together. See, the world, the Romans, the powers that be don’t want to see that. They want to keep us apart. They don’t want us mingling together. You know why? Because when we don’t get together it’s easier to instill fear in us. Keep us apart, keeps us ignorant, and then we’ll believe all sorts of stuff. When we do not meet with one another, when we do not listen to one another, when we don’t listen to one another, we might believe it when someone says: “Just like Jesus said, ‘The poor will always be with us,’” “There is a group of people that just don’t want health care and aren’t going to take care of themselves.” “Just, like, homeless people. … I think just morally, spiritually, socially, [some people] just don’t want health care,” and “The Medicaid population, which is [on] a free credit card, as a group, do probably the least preventive medicine and taking care of themselves and eating healthy and exercising. And I’m not judging, I’m just saying socially that’s where they are. So there’s a group of people that even with unlimited access to health care are only going to use the emergency room when their arm is chopped off or when their pneumonia is so bad they get brought [into] the ER.” Those are the words of Kansas representative Roger Marshall. It’s bad enough he said that, but it’s worse that so many people will believe it because they haven’t spent real time with people, with people living in poverty—people who do not have easy access (location or ability to pay for) fresh fruits, who can’t afford gym memberships, and don’t have safe streets or parks to walk in. Who spend hours of their life waiting for buses. Who buy cell phones because it’s cheaper than a landline, and it’s the way we communicate these days. Who do want health care, would love to go to a doctor, take their children to a doctor, and not have to sit in emergency waiting rooms.

    We can know this, because Jesus gathers us together, and that is a threat. You know, Jesus’ talk about repentance doesn’t have to focus on the individual. I imagine that if Rep. Marshall spent some good quality time, lived with people in poverty, with the hard-working poor, he just might have a real come to Jesus moment. And that my friends, to the powers that be and want it to stay that way, can be awfully threatening because he doesn’t let the worldview stand—a world view that is simple, and for some comforting. You know, if you can look at tragedies and make sense out of them by assigning blame and pointing fingers, well that’s a real simple formula. God sends misfortune to punish. That can actually comfort some people. But that’s not how it works, says Jesus. It’s not a simple formula. God doesn’t strike us down, God doesn’t play tit or tat. Nope, Jesus says, we can’t ease our minds and make ourselves feel better. The world wants us to think we are in this by and for ourselves. It wants us lonely and hurting, at each others throats. Jesus threatens that world by The only peace we get comes from gathering with others around our savior. Jesus yearns to pull us close to one another so that we can know one another—truly know. Know our pains, know our joys, support, care, and hold one another. Jesus offers us a different peace and a place with God for all, let me say that again, for all of us, no exceptions, all together under her wings. Amen.

 

 “You’re not you when you’re hungry.” sermon for 1st Sunday in Lent

Luke 10:25-42
25 Just then a lawyer stood up to test Jesus. “Teacher,” he said, “what must I do to inherit eternal life?” 26 He said to him, “What is written in the law? What do you read there?” 27 He answered, “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your strength, and with all your mind; and your neighbor as yourself.” 28 And he said to him, “You have given the right answer; do this, and you will live.” 29 But wanting to justify himself, he asked Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?” 30 Jesus replied, “A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell into the hands of robbers, who stripped him, beat him, and went away, leaving him half dead. 31 Now by chance a priest was going down that road; and when he saw him, he passed by on the other side. 32 So likewise a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. 33 But a Samaritan while traveling came near him; and when he saw him, he was moved with pity. 34 He went to him and bandaged his wounds, having poured oil and wine on them. Then he put him on his own animal, brought him to an inn, and took care of him. 35 The next day he took out two denarii, gave them to the innkeeper, and said, “Take care of him; and when I come back, I will repay you whatever more you spend.’ 36 Which of these three, do you think, was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of the robbers?” 37 He said, “The one who showed him mercy.” Jesus said to him, “Go and do likewise.” 38 Now as they went on their way, he entered a certain village, where a woman named Martha welcomed him into her home. 39 She had a sister named Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet and listened to what he was saying. 40 But Martha was distracted by her many tasks; so she came to him and asked, “Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me to do all the work by myself? Tell her then to help me.” 41 But the Lord answered her, “Martha, Martha, you are worried and distracted by many things; 42 there is need of only one thing. Mary has chosen the better part, which will not be taken away from her.”

Me: I can’t find it. I get here early, I try to get things organized, and nothing works. I don’t even know why I try. It’s as if I should just show up and wing everything. I don’t even know why I try to be organized.
L: Pastor, eat this. (Handing me a snickers bar)
Me: A snickers?
L: You’re not you, when you’re hungry — eat a snickers, “Better”?
Maybe that was Martha’s problem. Maybe she was just hangry. You know—hangry, the combination of hungry and angry, describing how irritable some people get. So instead of preaching sermon, after sermon, about Martha being distracted and and self absorbed. How Martha serves as an example of a judgmental goody-goody. When all she could have been was simply hangry. After doing exactly what she was supposed to do. Martha had invited Jesus and his people, his disciples, the people who were following him, invited them into her home. This wasn’t just some casual, hey you want to come over for some coffee. Hospitality, caring for strangers, taking care of travelers is central to who the people of God are. I do not think it is a mere coincidence that we hear about Martha immediately after the parable of the samaritan neighbor. 
Martha is doing exactly what she is supposed to. Opening her home, sharing her food, her bread with Jesus and his fellow travelers. And you know what? Sometimes doing what we are supposed to do can feel, can be overwhelming. It is stressful, a lot of times it is doing the humdrum, mundane, daily routine. It often goes unrecognized and unrewarded, and the tasks seem unending, and the challenges daunting. Maybe Martha was really really hungry for just a little support, you know maybe someone to just help with the dishes, with a little clean up, before everybody sits down to listen to Jesus. Maybe Martha is feeling disrespected and taken advantage of. Whatever it is Martha is hungering for something. I think we, perhaps at least some of us can really relate to Martha. Today as the church, we are tasked with meeting the not only the needs of our people. We need too need to be fed. Our spirits need to be nourished; we need to continually learn and grow in our faith, we need to be taught. But the church can not just be focused on ourselves. We must to try to connect with the people who don’t come to church—to get a taste of what God’s Spirit is up to out there. And then of course, there’s the justice work that is more and more pressing with every passing day. With all that, I know that I have asked, prayed, no I have cried out, sworn, “Lord do you not care?”.  
We need something more meaty (I don’t know what vegetarians say), substantial.

not just a quick sugary sappy platitudes. So, no mere candy bar, no matter how tasty or satisfying, will fix—will do.  
And so, remember this Jesus doesn’t denigrate or bad mouth Martha, just as Jesus doesn’t simply dismiss the religious lawyer. Jesus invites Martha, invites us to sit, together, regularly to sit and be fed. And no, I don’t have some secret stash of snickers to share. Because the nougat, peanuts, caramel, and even chocolate, no matter how tasty, will not satisfy the hunger in our souls. We need to be fed with the Word of God, in the scripture, in the words of the liturgy, in the words of forgiveness. In the singing of our songs, and the music of our choir and Diane our spirits can be fed. So Jesus invites us to sit and listen, and Jesus invites us to share our stories, and Jesus invites us to eat, to be fed.
Every week, we are gathered around this table, and like most family tables we eat together. We don’t just happen to sit next to one another, but we share the same meal.   

In a story posted on NPR’s show the Hidden Brain, Shankar Vedantam reports on an amazing thing that happens when we eat together. But it isn’t just like at some restaurant or buffet. Researcher AYELET FISHBACH: I think that food really connects people. Food is about bringing something into the body. And to eat the same food suggests that we are both willing to bring the same thing into our bodies. People just feel closer to people who are eating the same food as they do. And then trust, cooperation, these are just consequences of feeling close to someone. In some experiments, eating the same thing together enabled groups of people to come to agreement almost 2x faster than groups that were eating different foods.
Jesus invites Martha, Jesus invites us, to sit down, to have her physical hunger met, to have her spiritual, and emotional hunger filled. It is no wonder that the church has gathered around the table to not just symbolically eat, but literally eat with one another. To hear not just for ourselves, but for all those around us. You can be the you, you are meant to be. Hear, feel, taste the love of God when we eat the bread and hear the words, The body of Christ given, broken for you—and you can be, you are you, when you are loved. Amen.

Check your filter regularly  – sermon on Luke 7.36-50

Luke 7:36-50

36 One of the Pharisees asked Jesus to eat with him, and he went into the Pharisee’s house and took his place at the table. 37 And a woman in the city, who was a sinner, having learned that he was eating in the Pharisee’s house, brought an alabaster jar of ointment. 38 She stood behind him at his feet, weeping, and began to bathe his feet with her tears and to dry them with her hair. Then she continued kissing his feet and anointing them with the ointment. 39 Now when the Pharisee who had invited him saw it, he said to himself, “If this man were a prophet, he would have known who and what kind of woman this is who is touching him—that she is a sinner.” 40 Jesus spoke up and said to him, “Simon, I have something to say to you.” “Teacher,” he replied, “speak.” 41 “A certain creditor had two debtors; one owed five hundred denarii, and the other fifty. 42 When they could not pay, he canceled the debts for both of them. Now which of them will love him more?” 43 Simon answered, “I suppose the one for whom he canceled the greater debt.” And Jesus said to him, “You have judged rightly.” 44 Then turning toward the woman, he said to Simon, “Do you see this woman? I entered your house; you gave me no water for my feet, but she has bathed my feet with her tears and dried them with her hair. 45 You gave me no kiss, but from the time I came in she has not stopped kissing my feet. 46 You did not anoint my head with oil, but she has anointed my feet with ointment. 47 Therefore, I tell you, her sins, which were many, have been forgiven; hence she has shown great love. But the one to whom little is forgiven, loves little.” 48 Then he said to her, “Your sins are forgiven.” 49 But those who were at the table with him began to say among themselves, “Who is this who even forgives sins?” 50 And he said to the woman, “Your faith has saved you; go in peace.”

A fine-tuned machine. 

That’s how I want my car to work so I take good care of it. I’ve taken my sweet sweet prius in for her scheduled service. We are up to our 15,000 miles, check all sorts of things, including replacing if need be my car’s oil and air filters. If only the same could be done with people.

Now if you don’t know what a filter is. Let me give you an example of what it does. So, we hold most of our Village committee and team meetings across the street at Trinity. This past week, I got there early for a meeting, and I secured that big table booth that is kind of in the corner by the front door. I often arrive early so that meet and talk with, connect with the servers and maybe get some work done. I also like to be there to greet our members when they arrive. So on Thursday, I’m sitting at our table, with my computer open, jotting down thoughts for this sermon and I hear someone come in. I look up and not recognizing the couple, I say, “you are not my people.” I do not say this in my head; I do not even just whisper it under my breath. I declare it out loud, for if not the whole bar to hear, at least anyone within 10 or 15 feet.  

My filter was not working well. What I said wasn’t bad; it wasn’t evil. It just didn’t need to be said. Although you’ll never see one in anatomy, our filter just like in a car or a coffee pot, regulates what goes in and out. 

Sometimes, I wish my filter would have been working like the Pharisee’s in our story for today. After inviting Jesus to dinner, presumably having a good conversation (you know when you get past talking about the weather and sports). They are there reclining, and then that woman comes in. The pharisee definitely did not invite her, but somehow she get’s in. She doesn’t cower in the corner, she doesn’t wait until they are done talking. She barges in interrupts and disrupts their conversation with her oils and her tears, and her hands. 

Well this pharisee, while he may be wondering how this woman got in, his filter is working over-time. I don’t know if he personally knows her. I don’t know if he is stereotyping her. Whatever, his filter is telling him that she is a sinner, that she is unworthy and unwelcome. And, if this is obvious to the pharisee, why isn’t it obvious to Jesus, a supposed prophet, a holy man? How come Jesus doesn’t recognize her? He said to himself, “If this man were a prophet, he would have known who and what kind of woman this is who is touching him—that she is a sinner.” How come Jesus is letting her touch him? The Pharisee’s filter doesn’t let this thought, doesn’t let these words escape. None of this is spoken outside his own head—out loud.
Again, that’s the job of a filter—to regulate what gets through, what gets out.
According to the Pharisee, Jesus, obviously there is something wrong with his filter. Not only does he allow the woman to get close, close enough to touch, close enough for her tears wet his skin. This woman is emotional; she is a wracked with sorrow, with pain, and despair that’s how we usually describe her. But tears do not just fall when we are sad. She could be so thankful, so happy, so moved by the opportunity to see, to be near. Her joy, her relief that Jesus is there for her. That could be the source of this outpouring of oil and tears. Nevertheless, all the pharisee sees is that she is a mess.

So Jesus also addresses Simon the pharisee.

You know, if all we wanted was smooth superficiality, if all we wanted to do was get along, Jesus could have just agreed to disagree with the pharisee, kept silent, and kept the peace.

But as I said earlier, there is something off with Jesus’ filter. So Jesus speaks up. Now he doesn’t begin berating the pharisee. No, Jesus uses another method. He uses an example, a story about two people in debt. One has been pretty good and she owes only a little bit, the other that one is in over her head. But both debts are forgiven. Who is going to be the most relieved, joyful? Of course Simon admitted that it would be the one who owed a lot. Jesus could have left it right there. “Do you see this woman? I entered your house; you gave me no water for my feet, but she has bathed my feet with her tears and dried them with her hair. 45 You gave me no kiss, but from the time I came in she has not stopped kissing my feet. 46 You did not anoint my head with oil, but she has anointed my feet with ointment. 47 Therefore, I tell you, her sins, which were many, have been forgiven; hence she has shown great love. But the one to whom little is forgiven, loves little.

 Well, I guess we know that Jesus’ filter is not about being polite or making friends.

Jesus points out that the pharisee’s filter is self-righteousness—what matters to the pharisee is whatever confirms his judgement of the way the world works and whatever makes him look good.

And again, that’s not how Jesus’ filter works. Do I have to spell it out for us? Jesus’ filter is love. Jesus let’s love flow freely. Nothing is going to get in the way of his, of God’s love—not appearances, conveniences, not even elections.

So, what do we call what we are doing right now? Worship. Service. Umm. Church, people of God, this is our time to check ourselves, to see what we’ve been letting through and letting out. Whether we just need to fine tune or a major overhaul, this is our time, our service time to replace fear, self-righteousness, self-consciousness, hate and hurt with joy and love like the woman at Jesus’ feet. Wherever you’ve been, it doesn’t matter where life has taken you, no matter how many miles you have on you, this is our service time. Let us be filled so much with God’s love that it flows freely, let our filter be love. Amen.