Everything That Actually Matters

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“Jesus, looking at him, loved him and said, “You lack one thing; go, sell what you own, and give the money to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; then come, follow me.” 

In Florida and North Carolina and places in between, our fellow Americans are grappling with the aftermath of Hurricanes Helene and Milton. Though the floodwaters and storm surges have subsided, there are over 1,000 people missing across several states. People are still without access to water and power, and some are still stuck in isolated, waterlogged homes. 

My husband and I, who grew up in Florida, kept vigil Wednesday night as Milton made landfall, anxiously waiting for family to respond to our text messages: Are you safe? Is everyone accounted for? Do you have what you need? How can I help? 

Fortunately, our family is safe.

The physical storms have passed, but the wounds remain. These wounds are social, physical, and financial.  And they cut like jagged lines through neighborhoods and towns: disrupting relationships, destroying the comforts and norms of communal life, and compounding grief. 

It’s enough to break a person. And I think that’s why we tend to assume that things will devolve into dystopia after a storm – we expect looting, marauding, and spats of violence. Under conditions of want, we expect people to give up on the whole social project.  Now, it’s every man for himself

But surprisingly, this isn’t the case. While the road to recovery is complicated, it happens at a quicker pace than we might expect. And it’s all because people rocked by the impoverishing aftermath of disaster become more generous,  not less generous. 

In her book, A Paradise Built in Hell, Rebecca Solnit set out to understand what happens to communities after disasters, by studying real-life disasters throughout American history.  

Her findings disprove the dominant story that, in the face of scarcity and suffering, people will become selfish, violent, and uncollaborative. Across time, location, and demographic, the opposite proved true. She found utopia. 

Solnit writes: 

“In the wake of an earthquake, a bombing, or a major storm, most people are altruistic, urgently engaged in caring for themselves and those around them, strangers and neighbors as well as friends and loved ones. The image of the selfish, panicky, or regressively savage human being in times of disaster has little truth to it. Decades of meticulous sociological research…have demonstrated this. But belief lags behind, and often the worst behavior in the wake of a calamity is on the part of those who believe that others will behave savagely and that they themselves are taking defensive measures against barbarism.” 

In other words, when a community loses everything, all at once, our human impulse is to care for one another. Social standing, past hurts, personal quirks, and property lines cease to matter when we’re all equally vulnerable, when we’re all aware of our own fragility and need. 

The only questions that matter are these: Are you safe? Is everyone accounted for? Do you have what you need? How can I help? 

All that matters is finding a reason to hope. And it turns out, the reason to hope is, very often, looking back at us – it’s the family bond and reciprocal care of other humans. As one makeshift restaurant put it, after the San Francisco Earthquake: “one touch of nature makes the whole world kin.” 

And haven’t we all experienced this?  

After 9/11 or Harvey or Helene or Milton, hasn’t the shock forced us to reach out to others, to find reassurance in one another’s company, and to reexamine what really matters?  

Haven’t we prayed a little more, and lingered a little longer while hugging a loved one?  Haven’t we looked up at the clear blue sky with a renewed sense of wonder to be here at all? Haven’t we been moved to donate our time and money, and open up our homes, because we suddenly understood that we need each other? 

It’s no wonder that one of God’s first acts of love toward humankind was creating another human. When things get urgent and raw enough, we remember that the whole world is kin

And when we remember that, anything feels possible. 

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It may seem like a strange juxtaposition, but Jesus’ command for the rich young man to sell all of his possessions, places him in a context similar to post-disaster communities.  It asks him to place people above possessions and says something about Christ’s vision for the Kingdom of God. 

Let me be clear that, when Jesus tells the man to give up everything, he is not calling him to suffering. Jesus does not want us to hope for disaster, as if suffering will make us more holy. Jesus does not delight in suffering and death – his resurrection testifies to that fact. 

But, when he tells the man to choose a life of poverty, he is pointing him to the root of hope that is buried under the rubble of our material dependency.  

His possessions, and the accumulation of those possessions (1), are a distraction from real living (2). They keep him from recognizing the generous love of God, found most richly in relationships with his fellow human. 

He is trying to get the man to consider that abundant life is not a thing that can be accumulated or possessed. Abundant life is found in reciprocal generosity, caring for and receiving care from others. 

If you had the choice, why wouldn’t you try to live in that blessedness – that place in which the whole world is kin? Choosing it instead of waiting for the inevitable disaster. Choosing it now, because disaster has already struck somewhere, and hope only grows in the context of mutual care. 

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In the end, the man couldn’t fathom making such a sacrifice. And Jesus wasn’t surprised. But, Jesus’ words still ring in our ears, and we should consider them, too. 

Material possessions will not be the marker of our success, and they will not ultimately determine whether the Kingdom of God will survive and flourish. 

Because, God’s kingdom is not built with stone, silver, and stained glass, but as a family system of reciprocal generosity. It is predicated, not on financial liquidity, but on the liquidity of love. Which is to say, it is a place of radical trust and radical dependency. 

We give and receive in equal measure, to be reminded that true and lasting wealth is the bond we share with one another, and with God. 

As kin to one another, we are to open our hands and hearts now, not waiting for someday when it feels like we have acquired “enough,” because that day will never come. 

We are to quit judging ourselves and others by material and financial possession. And reject social forces that pressure us to look, act, consume, and invest according to the logics of wealth, power, and control.  

If disasters have anything to teach us, it is that control is an illusion. All that we possess could be gone tomorrow. 

Our true wealth lies in giving up control to Jesus Christ, who alone can bring about the transformation of the world, who exemplifies generosity, even to the point of giving himself to death on the cross, who, in his earthly ministry, had no money of his own, but brought prosperity of health, spirit, and love to all he encountered on the road. 

Jesus is not asking us to give up “everything” to follow him. He is directing our attention to “everything” that actually matters.

So that we can strengthen the bonds of love, building utopia right here, birthing new life in the rubble. 

Amen. 


(1) Thanks to Dean McGowan for making this point.
(2) Martin Buber, in his book I and Thou, says “All real living is meeting.”

The Parable of the Pumpkin Patch

A Sermon given on the 20th Sunday after Pentecost

My brothers and sisters, whom I love and long for, my joy and crown… 

For the past few weeks, we’ve been slowly reading our way through Paul’s Letter to the Philippians.  And, while I have often noticed how beautiful the theology is, I also kinda felt like…there’s the Apostle Paul being Paul again:  being a little dramatic, using way too many words,  and going on and on about himself, blah blah blah

— 

But this week’s passage felt different. 

The first thing I noticed about it, is that Paul mentions two women by name: Euodia and Syntyche. Paul refers to these women, along with a man named Clement, as co-workers in the “work of the Gospel.” 

But it’s not all compliments.  It seems that Euodia and Syntyche have had some kind of practical or theological disagreement that was impacting their community.  And Paul is gently reminding them to find common ground and to remember that they are united in the Body of Christ. 

Still, the overall tone is warm and intimate.  These people are his friends.  It is clear here, and throughout the whole letter, that Paul really loves this community. 

The second thing I noticed is the lightness and joy that comes across:  “Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, Rejoice!” 

One commentary suggests that “joy is the principal theme of the letter,”  with some variation on the word joy appearing 16 times in only 4 chapters. 

It’s interesting to note that Paul is in prison while he writes this.  Imagine having all that joy in a prison cell! 

And yet, Paul is joyful,  because, when he looks at the church in Philippi, he sees Christ fully alive and at work in the world. He sees the Kingdom of God being made a reality through the hard and humble work of its people. 

— 

Inspired by the Letter to the Philippians,  I thought about spending my sermon prep time this week writing my own letter.  I was going to call it “A Letter to the Gracians.” 

But I think a parable will serve all of us better. So, without further ado, here’s:  The Parable of the Pumpkin Patch. 

The Kingdom of Heaven is like a pumpkin patch.

On Tuesday evening, a significant number of parishioners, neighbors, and friends showed up in Grace’s front yard to unload pumpkins for our first annual pumpkin patch. 

It is safe to say that we did not know what we were in for. 

When Gail and I schemed up a plan to launch a pumpkin patch fundraiser, we truly did not understand that we were signing up to receive, like, 2,000 pumpkins! We were mostly thinking about how CUTE the front yard would look, scattered with gourds.  I was thinking about the chance to meet and mingle with our neighbors.  And Gail, good treasurer that she is, was thinking about the bottom line. 

But there we were, faced with a literal truckload of pumpkins, with no choice but to get them off the truck. 

The first hour was rough.  

We didn’t have much of a system, and we didn’t know how to organize ourselves.  The people handing down pumpkins from the truck were doing literally back-breaking work.  And there was no end in sight. 

At one point, some of us panicked and tried to come up with a magic alternative. 

What if we waited and did it in the morning?  Mmm, how would that actually solve the problem? 

What if we hired people?  Uh, sort of counterproductive to the point of a fundraiser! 

What if we…had more friends? I quickly texted my local clergy friends with an SOS!  A few others did the same.  

Then we put our phones away and got back to work. 

Faced with collective anxiety about the horrible situation we had landed ourselves in,  we were forced to make a game plan. 

First, we needed to face our individual limitations.  No one should end up in the hospital over a pumpkin patch. 

Next, we needed to work together.  We couldn’t afford to operate as individuals anymore.  We had to be a united, and disciplined, super organism – acting as one Body. 

We started an assembly line – a human chain that extended to the middle of the front yard.  First, a person on the truck would hand a pumpkin to someone on the ground.  That person would hand it over to the person to their left.  Then it would be handed off to the next person, and the next person, until it got to the end of the line,  where it would be gently placed in the grass. 

This process repeated like that until all 1,151 bulk pumpkins were out of the truck. 

As we worked together:  

  • People on the sidelines offered encouragement and good humor. 
  • The mechanic across the street sprinted over, and helped us move pallets. 
  • My friend and her son showed up, and joined the assembly line.  
  • Former school parents and neighbors quietly appeared, and took their place in the process. 
  • One person, noticing how late it was getting, came back with pizza and drinks for everyone. 
  • And, at one point, a complete stranger walked off the sidewalk and offered to help. 

The people on the truck continued in their back-breaking work, and we kept passing pumpkins.  But now there were more of us. 

As the hours wore on, our muscles ached. Our feet hurt from standing.  Our backs would never be the same.  

But for some reason, as time went on,  the laughter increased. The frustration subsided. The assembly line joyfully counted off, as the pumpkins were passed down.  And kids skipped around the growing patch. 

— 

We were burdened by this task of unloading an ungodly number of pumpkins.  And yet, “joy had become the principal theme” of the evening. 

Like Euodia and Syntyche and Clement, and so many others at the church in Philippi, we, at the church of Grace, had become co-workers, struggling beside one another in the work of the church. 

In taking on that work, we were noticing the miracle of helping hands,  showing up just when we needed them. 

We were feasting on slices of pizza, that had appeared like manna in the wilderness. 

We were aching and bruised and tired, and maybe a little annoyed.  But together, we had made something happen that we never could have accomplished by ourselves. 

And we rejoiced, because, we had seen what was possible when we lived into our baptismal response: “We will, with God’s help.” 

We had done it, together, with God’s help. 

 

Beloved, the world is overcome with hatred, disaster, violence, and death.  

But we can rejoice.  

Because we know what’s possible when the Body of Christ acts like a Body.  When we work together as a super organism, we can accomplish insurmountable tasks.  

We’ve seen it with our own eyes! And if a few dozen people can transform a front yard into a pumpkin patch, just imagine what the whole church can do to transform the world’s ugliness into beauty, and its barrenness into bounty.  

Amen. 

Walk the Little Way

A Sermon for the Feast Day of St. Therese of Lisieux

Gracious Father, who called your servant Therese to a life of fervent prayer, give to us the spirit of prayer and zeal for the ministry of the Gospel, that the love of Christ may be known throughout all the world; through the same Jesus Christ, our Lord. Amen. 

Today is the feast day of St. Therese of Lisieux. 

Therese isn’t very popular in Episcopal circles, but the Catholic women I know tell me that she was an important part of their faith formation. I first learned about her in 2021, from a lay preacher at my summer internship. 

But, good news for all of us!  Therese was officially added to the Episcopal festival calendar in 2022.  

I like to think of her as my unofficial patron saint, because her feast day was the day before my ordination to the priesthood last year. But that was just the icing on the cake. Therese keeps showing up in my life. So much so, that I was surprised that I hadn’t already talked about her in a sermon! 

In my experience, sometimes the saints seem to follow us around, and it’s a good idea to try to figure out what they’re trying tell us. So, think of this sermon as a bit of sleuthing on my behalf. 

What is Therese trying to tell us? 

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Before I get there, I just want to say that the lives of saints are interesting to me,  because even though they get lumped together as VIPs in God’s kingdom, their stories are really more about how GOD works in our messy humanity. 

And no one story follows the same path. Some saints are from wealthy families,  others come from poverty. Some are known for their mystical visions, and others for their peculiar ways of life. Some are famous during their lifetimes, and others become popular after their deaths. 

But all of them have one thing in common: at some point, they get infected by the Jesus bug, and it leads them to places they never could have imagined.  

Through danger, illness, abandonment, and every kind of complication, the saints become saints, because no one can deny that God is working in their life. 

In that sense, sainthood directs us to notice God at work in every kind of person and in all kinds of ways. 

The lives of the saints show us that faithfulness, and not status, is what matters to God. 

St. Therese of Lisieux

— 

So, what’s Therese’s story? 

Therese became a discalced Carmelite nun in 1888. She was 15 years old.  

(The word “discalced” literally translates to “without shoes.” The discalced Carmelite order practices extreme simplicity of living. They devote their lives to prayer and contemplation.)

Therese was born into a wealthy merchant family, but things were far from good. When she was 4 years old, her mother died of breast cancer. As a young child, she was frequently bullied by a girl at her school. When her older sister entered the convent, Therese began to suffer from tremors and other anxiety symptoms. If she were alive today, we would probably say she lived with depression and anxiety. 

Before becoming a nun, Therese suffered from years of spiritual doubt, as she continued to grieve the death of her mother. She describes the hopelessness she felt in her autobiography. One Christmas Eve, she sat down to open presents, and was overcome with what she describes as the “joy in self-forgetfuless.” She was finally able to move forward. 

Therese entered the convent shortly after. 

In the convent, she struggled to make friends. She described these experiences as deeply painful. But she was determined to pray for those who persecuted her, and even spent extra time with people she didn’t like. 

Her humility and endurance in the face of difficult relationships puzzled people. But it ended up shaping her life toward sainthood. 

— 

Therese is best known for developing a spiritual practice called “the little way.” When you walk the little way, you think of each little act as an offering to God. You don’t worry about trying to impress others, or apologize for not being perfect. 

Therese described it this way: 

“The only way I can prove my love is by scattering flowers and these flowers are every little sacrifice, every glance and word, and the doing of the least actions for love.” 

Because of the little way, Therese had no patience for ego-driven choices. She rejected opportunities to rise through the ranks at the convent, and focused on reading the Gospels, instead of the popular theology of the day. 

Over time, she came to understand that her shortcomings “did not offend God.” She said: “My way is all confidence and love.” 

Therese died from tuberculosis at the age of 24. But thanks to her spiritual autobiography, many people were compelled to practice the little way. 

— 

Now that I’ve said all that, I have to admit that I have been avoiding Therese. 

That’s because, in Catholic imagery, Therese is often represented as a dainty young woman surrounded by pink roses. For more than a century, the strength of her life has often been misrepresented by the church. 

Instead, she has served as a symbol of female meekness and juvenile ignorance. She has been depicted as the opposite of empowered. 

On the surface, she is everything I reject in my life, as a Christian and a priest, who happens to be a woman. 

If the churches I grew up in respected the saints, I’m sure I would have been force-fed Therese as a way to keep me in line. As a way to remind me that a woman’s place is among chubby-cheeked babies, humming a sweet hymn, and wearing a pink ribbon in my long hair. 

But I think this is part of the reason Therese has been following me around.  

Not because I need to learn a lesson about femininity from Therese. But, so I will be forced to soften that judgmental impulse to condemn her for boxing me in. 

Therese’s personality and teachings may have aligned with the gender politics of the church, but she wasn’t boxing anyone in! Therese was the way she was, because God had transformed her grief and rejection into a path to spiritual liberation. 

She lived and ministered exactly as she was, because she was confident that Christ loved her and fully welcomed her. She was actually fully empowered, because she wasn’t trying to impress anyone. 

Her gift to the church is not that she was quiet and sweet, though there’s nothing wrong with those traits.  

It is that she spent her ministry being honest. 

— 

In the Gospel today, Jesus reminds the chief priests and elders that their intellect and fancy titles don’t give them special access to the Kingdom of God. 

No, the inheritors of the Kingdom are simply the faithful ones. They are the prostitutes and tax collectors, who don’t deny their need for grace. Like Therese, they understand that their “shortcomings do not offend God.” 

Those who have lived with grief, illness, abandonment, and bullying don’t really have the luxury of putting on airs. When you’ve been through Hell and back, you no longer have the patience to pretend like everything’s ok. 

This radical honesty leads to incredible clarity. Those who have lived in the valleys of life are often the first to notice that Jesus is the Savior. They are the first to believe that the Kingdom of God is near. 

While the privileged and unburdened ones are talking the talk, the survivors are actually walking the walk, even if they come limping. 

There are so many who have walked the walk, along the little way. Some of them are in this room today. 

And, through your little acts of kindness, patience, and endurance, you have been invited into the Kingdom of God. You are taking part in the healing of the world. 

— 

So, what is Therese trying to tell us? What is Jesus trying to tell us? 

Maybe…Keep the faith. Live your life with the confidence that Christ loves you, that he welcomes you for who you are, and has a way of transforming your suffering into love. 

Believe that every small step toward Christ builds the kingdom. Your faithfulness makes a difference, even if nobody else notices. You may not have much to give, but YOU are enough.  

You are not being asked to contort who you are to fit the expectations of the world. You are being invited into the fullness of all Christ made you to be. 

Walk the little way.

Jonah, Road Rage, Uncomfortable Reckonings

A Sermon for the 17th Sunday after Pentecost

Lectionary Readings here

I recently saw a post on social media that said, “If your preacher always makes himself the hero of the story, stop going to that church.” 

In that case, after I tell you this story, I hope you’ll realize that you can definitely stay at this church…

Last week, I was leaving Meyerland Plaza and heading back over to Grace with the altar flowers. As I’m sure some of you know,  they have been doing construction on West Loop South for what feels like forever. 

To get back through town, I needed to continue straight through the intersection,  so I dutifully took my place in the middle lane: (pregnant pause) the CORRECT lane.  

But I noticed that whenever the light turned green, the lane was inching forward at a glacial pace. After sitting through two stop lights and getting nowhere, I started to become agitated. That’s when I realized that people were getting into the left turn only lane and the right turn only lane, then cutting people off IN THE INTERSECTION, in order to proceed straight through the intersection. 

Let me say that again: THESE TERRIBLE, HATEFUL PEOPLE WERE CUTTING OFF GOOD PEOPLE LIKE ME, FOR THEIR OWN SELFISH CONVENIENCE!! 

When I finally got to the intersection, I adopted a defensive posture.  No one was going to cut me off!! 

Unfortunately, I am not actually an aggressive driver. So, the car in the left lane, and the car in the right lane BOTH managed to cut me off,  then proceeded to cut each other off while I watched. 

At that moment, I did the only thing I could do: I LAID ON MY HORN.  

I yelled at them and called them names. I insulted their intelligence and wished for their suffering! 

And then, I congratulated myself for being the only righteous person on the road in Houston. 

— 

Why are these kinds of situations so infuriating? 

It’s because the whole thing is deeply unfair! Why should I be penalized for doing the right thing? Why should they be able to do something illegal, and even dangerous, and just…get away with it? 

Actions are supposed to have consequences, but no one seems to care about that anymore. 

— 

aerial view of person swimming in the sea
Photo by Dmitry Osipenko on Unsplash

See, this is why I love Jonah. Jonah gets it. 

At the beginning of his story, God tells Jonah to go to Nineveh and warn them that the city is going to be destroyed because of its wickedness.  

Jonah feels good about this message.  

He is being asked to tell this to the capital city of Assyria, the most powerful and cruel empire in the region. 

And this isn’t just ancient gossip. 

By the time the Book of Jonah is written, Assyria has destroyed the Northern Kingdom of Israel and exiled thousands of Israelites, who will never get home again.  

For Jonah and his readers, it is obvious that Nineveh deserves to be destroyed. And Jonah, a man with a strong sense of fairness, is the perfect man for the job. 

The only problem is, Jonah knows God too well.  

He knows God is “a gracious God and merciful, slow to anger, and abounding in steadfast love.” So, he knows that once he gets to Nineveh, God will let them get away with it, at the teenist, tiniest sign of self-awareness. 

So, Jonah runs away.  

But, by God’s grace,  a big fish swallows him to save his life, and spits him out on dry land. 

Jonah gets to Nineveh, he says his piece, and God spares the whole city. 

— 

In light of Israel’s suffering, God’s pardon of the Ninevites is so unfair it makes my stomach turn.  

I’d like to get back in my car, lay on the horn, and never let up. 

Jonah himself is so upset that he throws up his hands and asks God to kill him.  

Jonah is having a real existential crisis. One commentary says that “the prophet prefers death to living in a world with no recognizable order of justice.”1

— 

(Sigh.) That’s it. 

It is difficult to live in a world with no recognizable order of justice. Where bad things happen to good people and good things happen to bad people. Where the ones who are RIGHT don’t get any recognition, and the ones who are WRONG seem to flourish.  

Where innocent people are let down, pushed down, and shot down. Where we are collectively burdened by pain, addiction, and trauma.  

And still, God seems to keep pardoning the perpetrators! 

“Yes, God, sometimes we are angry enough to die.” 

— 

But, God is begging us to stay! God keeps calling us back to Nineveh. God keeps calling us back to the vineyard. We have a vital role to play! 

— 

At the end of Jonah, God asks the question:  

“And should I not be concerned about Nineveh, that great city, in which there are more than a hundred and twenty thousand persons who do not know their right hand from their left, and also many animals?”  

Near the end of the Gospel reading, Jesus poses some questions, too:  

“Am I not allowed to do what I choose with what belongs to me? Or are you envious because I am generous?’” 

It’s true. Life isn’t fair, and that fact is infuriating at times. 

But, across the scriptures, God reminds us, gently but firmly, that we are not the arbiters of justice in this world that God has made. 

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But let me make something clear. God isn’t saying it’s wrong to recognize injustice. 

We all know that this world is full of profound suffering. We have witnessed the oppression of our fellow human beings, and the degradation of the whole creation. We have felt the effects of carelessness and malice in our own lives. 

God agrees with Jonah that Ninevah’s behavior deserves punishment.  

Just as Jesus, in telling his parable, knows it’s not fair that all the laborers were paid the same wage. 

As disciples of Christ, we have a responsibility to carefully attune ourselves to injustice. We do the work of God when we protest, advocate, and respond.  

— 

But, the Book of Jonah makes it clear that we are called to name what is unfairnot so that God can destroy the bad people, but so God can redeem the whole creation! 

After all, we know that God is a creative and creating God. God is in the business of making all things new. 

A divine response to unfairness does not look like scorched earth. It looks like a vineyard in harvest. It looks like grace. And we have ALL been given undeserved and excessive grace. 

When we recognize grace in our own lives, we are humbled to understand that all of us have been unkind, unfair, and even unjust. 

Maybe we’re not always Jonah. Maybe, sometimes, we’re Nineveh. 

Maybe it’s time to repent. 

— 

In our quest for fairness, it is time for us to ask ourselves, honestly, if we want our enemies to be destroyed, or if we want the world to be transformed. 

Because we don’t get to have both. 

If our guiding ethic is for bad people to suffer, we will always be fleeing Nineveh. We will always be living in the dark and claustrophobic belly of the big fish. 

From that vantage point, we will never get to see the world transformed. We will never get to be a part of the beauty of the new creation. We will have settle for the lonely company of our own self-righteousness. 

The only way out of our darkness is to accept that life in God is deeply unfair… We may not understand it, but we know that God has called us to the work of transformation.

So, there’s only one question left to ask: Where is God calling you that you don’t want to go?  

Amen. 

Where Keys Are About Opening Doors

A Sermon for the 13th Sunday after Pentecost 

This week’s lectionary is a treasure trove of stories and lessons.  

We have baby Moses being sent down the Nile in a basket after two midwives named Shiphrah and Puah lie to Pharaoh in protest of an unjust law.  

We have the Romans passage about being members of the Body of Christ, which has, probably, been the number one image that has informed my understanding of the church. 

And then we look again, and we get to the Gospel passage, which is basically the moment that Jesus founds the church, with Peter as its first minister! 

So much glorious theological content!  

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Paolo Emilio Besenzi: Saint Peter, Creative Commons License

And yet, this whole week, I have been fixated on the fact that Peter is a nickname. 

Maybe this has been obvious to you when you read your Bible. But for me, I think I have always kind of glossed over the fact that when “Simon, who is called Peter,” is labeled that way, this isn’t some ancient naming system that I simply don’t understand. 

This is just your normal nickname…Which is to say, it’s basically an insult cloaked in intimacy. Like my nickname growing up – Leah Whiner – it’s a name that describes your worst quality. 

And this is the reality: Peter is not a complimentary nickname. (My apologies to any Peters in the room.) 

In fact, it’s not really a name, strictly speaking. Peter comes from the Greek word for rock or stone: petros. And in other places, we’ll sometimes see it translated as Cephas, which is simply the Aramaic word for stone or rock.  

While today’s Gospel passage seems to suggest that being called “the rock” is a good thing – after all, Jesus says, “upon this rock I will build my church” – there seems to be near universal-consensus among biblical scholars that being called rock is more like being called rocky. Rough around the edges, unpolished, and difficult. 

I picture what a person must look and act like to be given this name by the Son of God, and I don’t see a man with nicely coiffed hair and smooth skin, wearing a tie and a Sport coat. 

To be honest, what I picture is my old friend in Charlottesville, who lived outside, and who hadn’t held down a job in at least a decade.  

This is a person who is disruptive to polite society. Someone who has sunbaked skin and dirty clothes, and doesn’t think too much before he acts. A person who always seems to be saying and doing the wrong thing at the wrong time. 

Someone nicknamed Peter would disturb those of us who want to live “respectable” lives.  

I have a hunch that he wouldn’t pass a background check. So why in the heck is Jesus giving him keys? 

In naming Peter as the first apostle and the foundation of the church, Jesus is making a rather bold statement, and I would argue that it hearkens back to the Beatitudes. 

“Blessed are you, Simon son of Jonah!” 

When Jesus calls this leather-skinned fisherman, uneducated, rough-and-tumble, Peter, “blessed,” and when he hands over the keys to the kingdom, he is proving that he was serious when he called the poor, the persecuted, and the grieving “blessed.” 

In naming Peter as the rock and the cornerstone of the church, we are to understand that the church that Christ is building is not a polite, genteel place where nice, middle-class people bless the huddled masses outside their door.  

No! The church IS the huddled masses! With rocky Peter holding the key. 

This means that the church is only the church because sloppy, unsophisticated, outsiders are named as the blessed ones of Christ! 

— 

Those first Christians were called to be proud of the fact that their lives and their bodies did not reflect the values of polite society. 

They were called to build a world where keys are about opening doors, not closing them. 

I think we get so hung up on slick branding and marketable programs that we forget that the church was never meant to be a sparkling diamond in Jesus’ heavenly crown. It is meant to be rocky and rough around the edges. 

And “Christian living” was never meant to make us more palatable or polite. It is meant to make us ungovernable. 

— 

In a society obsessed with decorum, with not rocking the boat, the church has too often become a willing partner.  

  • We have cut off the hair of indigenous children and forced them to learn English.  We have moved our soup kitchens into church basements, hidden from the sight of stained glass and polished stone altars.  
  • We have segregated our worship. 
  • We have cooperated with the authorities.  
  • We have allowed our siblings to suffer,  
  • while we thank God we’re not like them. 

I mean, think about it:  

If a weirdo like Peter walked into churches across America today, how many Christians would call the police on him? 

It’s a sobering thought. 

— 

And yet, where the Holy Spirit moves, the church has also been sanctuary…. 

Here are the stories that give me hope: 

In Nashville in 1985, Catholic priest Charles Strobel noticed people sleeping in their cars in the church parking lot.  

He invited them into the church every night that winter. With other local churches, he founded a winter shelter called Room in the Inn. Today, there are dozens of similar programs across the country. 

In Martha’s Vineyard in 2022, an Episcopal church provided emergency shelter to migrants caught up in a cruel political stunt. The church had access to cots, because they participated in a program modeled after Room in the Inn

Across the country, churches are defying city ordinances and feeding their hungry neighbors, while absorbing thousands of dollars in fines. 

And in my former home of Charlottesville, VA, Maria Chavalan-Sut, an undocumented asylum-seeker fleeing violence in Guatemala, sought sanctuary in a Methodist church.  

Federal officials threatened her with over 200 thousand dollars in fines. But she, and the church, persisted. Maria lived inside the church for three years before Customs Enforcement granted her a temporary stay. 

After years of advocacy, in 2022, her children traveled like Moses on the Nile, as unaccompanied minors.  They were reunited with her there in the church. Maria and her kids now have their own home, and she sells tamales at the City Market. 

Here is the church, acknowledging blessedness. 

— 

How often have we considered the fact that we’re here, in church, today, because 2,000 years ago rocky Peter opened the door to let us in? 

By the same token, how often do we remember that you and I are not named as the keyholders of the Kingdom of God? That it is, in fact, not up to us to offer sanctuary?  

The doors have already been unlocked, and the people have already been called blessedChrist has already invited everyone in.  

The question is: are we going to figure out how to see it through, or are we going to try to stop it? 

— 

Thanks to our friend, Peter, we know that the church is a place for outcasts, not insiders. It will always be messy in exactly the way humanity is messy. 

And this Body, with its many members, will always be caught up in the struggle of admitting that our good, respectable, “Christian names” don’t mean anything to a Savior who prefers nicknames

When we, really understand that, it becomes common sense to make room for anyone else who walks through these open doors. 

Through our baptismal vows, we have followed Peter through the unlocked doors of the Kingdom.  

We now claim to live according to the values of the Kingdom of God: to proclaim the Gospel, love our neighbors, and respect the dignity of every human being.  

To do life together. Even though it can get pretty rocky. Amen. 

Risking the Way of Love

Sermon for the 10th Sunday After Pentecost

Readings

May I speak in the name of 
the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. 
Amen.

On the evening of August 11, 2017, I was locked inside my church with 500 other people. 

As the interfaith service began to wind down, the worship leader suddenly walked to the back of the church. He spoke quietly with someone out of my view, then headed back up to the front. *

Then he told us: “The Nazis are outside.”

I have no memory of the next few seconds. But, someone must have told us we were in lockdown. It wasn’t safe to leave.

Then the worship leader spoke again: “So, we’re going to sing loud enough to drown out their hate.”

This week, Facebook reminded me that I had made a recording in the sanctuary as we sang: “This Little Light of Mine, I’m Gonna Let it Shine…” 

…For some timeless period, we tapped on the backs of the hardwood pews in front of us, and stomped our feet to the rhythm. The candle flames danced on the altar. 

In my memory, this moment feels almost like a dream. It felt like the Kingdom of God.

Meanwhile, back in the narthex, unarmed priests, pastors, rabbis, and imams were guarding the doors. 

There was no police presence at first. Because the Nazis had called in dozens of false emergencies to deploy the Charlottesville Police away from their tiki torches and hateful chanting, as they marched through the University of Virginia’s campus across the street from the church.

The only things separating us from terror that night was “This Little Light of Mine,” our clergy, and the big red doors of my church.

But I didn’t know any of that then. All I knew was that I was singing and stomping my feet in the sanctuary where I had been confirmed only a few months earlier. 

And, I felt peace. I had shown up – against my better judgment – because I believed that Jesus had called me to love my neighbors. And we were all there doing just that, despite the risks.

The next day, local clergy and congregations led hundreds of counter-protesters downtown to confront the hate of the Nazis. They took their little lights and let them shine.

These white nationalists could terrorize a community and murder an innocent person, but they could not overcome the way of love.

– 

But, when national news networks broadcast the violence of that weekend in MY TOWN, they focused on the division. 

They played footage over and over like it was a football game. They implied that there were winners and losers. But the division of that weekend wasn’t the problem. The problem was white supremacy, which is evil.

Those who stood up to it weren’t being divisive. They were answering the call of their faith, to love one another, even when it is risky! 

Today, we meet Jesus at another risky time. His coming death is starting to weigh heavily on him. He cries out, “What stress I am under until it is completed!” 

As the days of his ministry wear on and he gets closer to Jerusalem – where he will be killed – you can hear his parables become more urgent. And, today’s reading isn’t even a parable. 

It’s straight-up apocalypse. 

These words are intentionally prophetic. They recall the Messianic prophecies, like those of Isaiah.

But they feel shocking, because, up until this moment, Jesus has been showing everyone a new way to love one another. He has been blessing the poor, performing miraculous healings, teaching people how to pray, and recruiting women, tax collectors, and foreigners to his new way of living.

Along the way, some of his followers have gotten the impression that his ministry will ultimately result in some epic, political situation where Christ is the new king on earth. It’s not their fault, really. Their prophecies have always been interpreted to mean that the Messiah will bring peace on earth.

So putting two and two together, they think that Jesus will simply make the world good without too much struggle for them. And they will ride his coattails to power.

But today, Jesus says that’s not what’s happening. He warns his listeners that his mission isn’t a “get-peace-quick” scheme.

Instead, Jesus tells us that the peaceful kingdom we were hoping for won’t arrive the way we had hoped. To get there, we have to walk toward death and come back to life again.

This strange road is Christ’s way of love. It makes us act in service of others and deny claims to earthly dominance. It forces us to turn away from the easy road, and stop getting distracted by our fear.

Choosing this kind of love is difficult in a world that craves domination and supremacy. Families turn on one another. And people’s personal sense of security is turned upside down. When Jesus is let loose in our lives, things become awfully unpredictable.

The way of love seems divisive because it requires us to take risks that look foolish to a world preoccupied with power and security.

– 

Speaking of which, this week was a doozy in national news…

Much of the country is either underwater or on fire, literally and figuratively. The former president is being investigated for stealing the Nuclear codes. Author, Salman Rushdie, was stabbed at a talk in New York. It seems that everywhere you look, vigilantes are storming federal buildings, conference centers, and places of worship. 

Depending on what circles you move in, people are enraged, giddy, forlorn, optimistic, or apathetic. There are a lot of people on edge.

We are living in what some call divisive times.

And yes, we are divided. Too many of us are treating terror like a football game, with winners and losers.

But, Jesus isn’t a Republican or a Democrat. He’s not a fascist or a socialist. He’s neither rightwing nor leftwing. He doesn’t map onto our narrow and unimaginative political arguments.

Jesus isn’t building a political party. He’s certainly not advocating for vigilante justice. He’s busy, building a freaking kingdom! Christ’s kingdom is about creation, not destruction. And we are being called to follow him in the way of love, which is the farthest thing from earthly power and control.

Choosing love means choosing what and who Jesus chooses, even when it goes against the grain.

Jesus chooses the lost, the losers, the poor, the left out, the sick, the eccentric, and the lonely. He touches dead people and makes them alive again! He chooses everyone, especially the ones the world keeps telling us to hate!

When we begin to practice this kind of love more fully, we come to understand that Jesus’ prophetic proclamation in Luke isn’t a threat of a future apocalypse. He is merely telling the truth about the world as it is.

Because, when we choose to pursue the Kingdom of God over worldly power, we inevitably choose division. We can no longer blend in or be quiet. The way of love is loud, wild, and unpredictable.

And when we stand up and let love throw a spotlight on the evil in this world, we also risk the vigilantes coming for us. I wish that was an exaggeration.

But Christ is still calling to us, and we have to answer. 

Will we uphold our baptismal vows to “resist evil, respect the dignity of every human being, and love our neighbors as ourselves?”

Will we do that even if it stirs up controversy in our families? Even when it puts us at odds with our communities? Even when it feels like the promise of the Kingdom is so far away?

Transforming the world in love when it is so bent on everything but love is one of the hardest things we can ever commit to. Jesus’ ministry was always too radical to not ruffle any feathers.

But as the writer of Hebrews reminds us today, we are not alone in this great and terrifying labor of love.

So many have gone before us, acting on faith and believing in God’s promise. Through miracles and tragedies, the faithful journeyed on. 

They walked the way of love, risking division and danger, because they knew that these things were inevitable in a divisive and dangerous world. They could not avoid it. They had to answer God’s call.

Like it did for that great cloud of witnesses, violence encroaches on us. Christians in a so-called Christian nation are not safe when we choose the Kingdom of God over militant loyalty to political parties and nationalist ideals.

But, through faith, we believe that Christ’s Kingdom of peace is still before us. To build it here on earth, we must risk taking the way of love.

So, do not weep over our division. Division means someone out there is still letting God’s light shine. Someone out there is still following Jesus in his way of love.

Amen.


*In talking this over with my spouse, I realized that I may misremembering some of the finer details of this moment. I’m not sure if we were explicitly told what was happening as it happened. Some details came out hours and days later. Such is the nature of trauma memory. For more on that, I recommend Tim O’Brien’s “How to Tell a True War Story.”

Things Above

A Sermon for the 8th Sunday After Pentecost

Readings

Let your continual mercy, O Lord, cleanse and defend your Church; and, because it cannot continue in safety without your help, protect and govern it always by your goodness; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

Last month, I went on a pilgrimage to Canterbury with other Episcopal students from my seminary.

But, why go to Canterbury? 

Canterbury Cathedral has actually been a pilgrimage site since the 12th century. Millions of Christians and seekers have traveled from across the world to pray at the shrine of St. Thomas Becket, which is housed inside Canterbury Cathedral. 

In 1170, Archbishop Becket was brutally murdered inside the cathedral by the king’s knights, because he chose loyalty to the church over allegiance to the king. After his death, locals began reporting miraculous healings, almost immediately. News spread fast, and soon people started showing up from far away.

In the earliest times, these pilgrims made offerings to the cathedral, and asked God for healing and forgiveness. 

These days, many people show up to listen to daily evensong or attend morning prayer services.

Episcopalians and other members of the Anglican Communion often go to Canterbury to learn about the origins of our tradition, and marvel at the magnificence of the cathedral. 

In fact, right now, three Diocese of Texas bishops are in Canterbury for the Lambeth Conference. They are there worshiping and discussing important topics of the church with other bishops from around the world.

And that’s well and good for everyone else. But, to be honest with you, I went to Canterbury, because it was a FREE trip to England. 

I didn’t plan ahead, I didn’t reflect on the meaning of pilgrimage. I didn’t even do any research on the history of Canterbury! (Which is very unlike me.) I was content to let everything just wash over me, after three years of isolation and burnout.

But, I still learned an important lesson in Canterbury. I learned that even the most imperfect practice of pilgrimage is enough for Christ to work through his church.

But it took me awhile to get there. Because, the thing I can’t stress enough about Canterbury Cathedral is that, it is weird

For one, the medieval pilgrims were fond of drinking “Becket water,” which was said to be a mixture of Thomas Becket’s blood, brains, and water. These pilgrims claimed that the Becket water healed them of life-threatening diseases. And there are manuscripts to back up these stories.

For two, Canterbury Cathedral is the epicenter of the Church of England, which is a state church. That means that it’s closely tied to the political power structure of England. 

It didn’t help that we were there during the Queen’s Platinum Jubilee. I was, frankly, horrified by the number of prayers dedicated to the Queen. 

But, even without that, the political connection would be obvious. Because, when you’re inside the cathedral, kings and queens glare down at you from stained glass and mounted statues. 

It’s upsetting to think that Becket died because he went against the monarchy, and now the cathedral is practically a shrine to the monarchy.

For three, I couldn’t simply brush off the weirdness of Canterbury Cathedral. Because it’s a sacred site in OUR tradition!

These were my people, I was one of them. We shared a common belief system and a common history. And I couldn’t deny that. It forced me to stay curious about the way God works through an imperfect church and imperfect people.

I think that’s why I was so compelled by the story of the firewatchers…

During World War II, the German air force devised a plan to damage the morale of the British people. Using a tourist guide book, they targeted major cultural sites, including Canterbury. Their main target in Canterbury, of course, was the cathedral.

The people of Canterbury knew the Germans were coming. Early in the morning of June 1, 1942, several men from the city camped out on the roof of the cathedral. 

As incendiary bombs landed on the cathedral roof, they quickly tossed them off. More townspeople waited on the street, nearly 200 feet below, where they extinguished them one-by-one.

By the time the blitz ended, one-fifth of the city of Canterbury was in ruins. 1,800 buildings were either seriously damaged or totally destroyed, and 43 people had died. But these men, known as the “firewatchers,” are credited with saving the cathedral from total destruction.

What do you make of this story? 

It is undeniable that the firewatchers were brave. They risked their lives to protect their place of worship. But, at the same time, they made an uncomfortable choice.

Yes, the cathedral was saved, but so many people suffered. Houses were destroyed. Families were buried in rubble. The city as they knew it was gone. What motivates someone to save their church building, instead of their neighbors?

See, the self-righteous part of me is tempted to get on my soapbox right now. I want to add this to the list of the things I found WEIRD about Canterbury. It seems unjust to prioritize a building over people’s lives. And even more unjust when you realize that the cathedral costs millions of dollars to maintain.

But, while I can’t explain the Becket water or the obsession with kings, I think I can understand the firewatchers.

It seems to me that a person who decides to risk their life for a building isn’t really doing it for the building. They’re doing it for what the building represents. 

And Canterbury Cathedral represents quite a lot. Its cavernous sanctuary echoes with the memory of millions of pilgrims’ footsteps. With their urgent prayers, singing, and weeping. The cathedral has been a place of daily prayer for 1,400 years.

So in a way, the cathedral isn’t just a building. It recalls the Christian worshippers who paved the way for us. These people came from every place and every culture. They represented every possible identity and prayed for every possible problem.

And there in the cathedral, they found rest together. They found Christ there. Even in the weirdness of it all. Even though every generation of pilgrims, priests, and kings practiced their faith imperfectly.

The firewatchers understood that places hold memory and meaning for people. And, though a building is just a building in the end, it can be a gathering place that helps us dwell on “the things that are above,” (as Paul puts it in Colossians). 

We have our own sacred site. We are gathered here today in a building, representing Christ’s church. And what should that mean for us?

Grace Episcopal Church isn’t the building. But it is, at least partially, what happens in the building as we worship together. This is a place where we hold each other through uncertainty and hardship. It has been a literal refuge for people in times of disaster. And it helps us gather in order to care for one another through the pilgrimage of life.

This building also holds the marks of the great cloud of witnesses, those faithful people who prayed and worshiped here before us. The books under our seats are faded from the sun that has illuminated worship over many Sundays. The columbarium holds the ashes of our dearly departed. The plants outside continue to grow, even though planted by tender hands years ago.

It is good to let this place remind us that Christ has been present in the lives of Grace’s pilgrims over many generations. 

These people from the past and present are imperfect, and they haven’t always had pure motivations or the most orthodox beliefs. But, they keep showing up to pray. And because of that, God answers prayers, again and again.

If Canterbury Cathedral had been destroyed that morning in 1942, Christ’s kingdom would not have been diminished. The pilgrims would not cease to be pilgrims for lack of a clear destination. Their prayers would not go unanswered for lack of a sanctuary.

God doesn’t need a sanctuary in order to be present in the world. But the reason our church buildings and cathedrals matter is because they help us see Christ, “who is all and in all.” The firewatchers didn’t save the cathedral in an attempt to save God. They saved it because they earnestly believed it was a tool for Christian faith and global church unity.

It can feel impossible to be unified when Christians keep being weird: we know that the church is full of pettiness, disagreements, and sin. But the good news is that I don’t have to agree with every other Christian in order for Christ to transform the world.

As long as we still come together with a desire to love better, Christ will help us love better. As long as we remember that we’re not right about everything, Christ will teach us how to forgive. And, as long as we still come into this place expecting to receive Christ’s renewal, the church will serve its purpose.

As long as there are pilgrims, the true church can never be destroyed.

Amen.

Sources:

  1. Thomas Becket – Canterbury Cathedral (canterbury-cathedral.org) and in-person tours
  2. The Cathedral and World War II: The bombing of the Library – Canterbury Cathedral (canterbury-cathedral.org)
  3. 75-year anniversary of Baedeker Blitz on Canterbury when city was showered with bombs (kentonline.co.uk)

I Will Never Again Pass Them By

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A Sermon Given on the 6th Sunday After Pentecost

In today’s collect we pray:

…grant that we may know and understand what things we ought to do…

Figuring out “what we ought to do” feels just as pressing as ever. I don’t think it’s a stretch to assume that many of us have been asking the question: “how do I show up in the midst of….ALL OF THIS.” (move hands)

In just the last two months, we have borne witness to at least five, highly-publicized mass shootings. And dozens more that didn’t make national news.

In that same time frame, our nation’s highest court made decisions that, whether we agree with them or not, have seemed to bring further ideological division to our communities.

On top of that, we are dealing with our own health crises, family emergencies, and grief.

And, all of this has taken place against a backdrop of continuing racial violence, a global refugee crisis, war in Ukraine, economic uncertainty, and a pandemic that just won’t go away. 

What are we supposed to do?

Fortunately for us, our Old and New Testament readings get right to the point…

God’s fiery justice in Amos and the Samaritan’s unlikely compassion work together to show us how God shows up, and how we should show up in the face of the world’s suffering and injustice. 

Both readings remind us that the People of God are called to not pass anyone by.

In today’s Gospel reading, Jesus tells the story of a man who is beat up, robbed, and left for dead on the roadside. 

When two men from the same religious and ethnic heritage as him, see him, they pass by the suffering man. They are afraid for their own safety, or perhaps even concerned that being near this dirty and bleeding man will harm their religious commitments, to ritual purity.

And then, something really unexpected happens. Another man is so overwhelmed with compassion for this total stranger that he shows up, and he stays. He carefully cleans the man’s wounds.

Then, sparing no expense, he uses his own funds to purchase a hotel stay until the man can recover. Here, the wounded and traumatized man can begin to heal.

This story is one of Jesus’ parables. The characters are not real people, but they are representations of real problems in Jesus’ society.

The first two men who passed by represent respected religious leaders in the community. 

The Samaritan, however, came from a group that Jesus’ listeners likely hated. The Samaritan people had different religious beliefs and different political ideologies. In fact, some of the Samaritans were known to cause trouble for Jesus himself.

So, when Jesus makes the Samaritan the good guy in the story, he is actually doing something pretty radical. He is challenging his listeners to completely reconsider their prejudices. And he is showing what it means to see the good in people, even people he had a reason to avoid.

In the parable of the Good Samaritan, we learn how WE should show up in the face of injustice: When we see a person in need in front of us, we should not pass them by. 

…Even if their circumstances are a burden. Even if we have nothing in common, and see the world in different ways. The Good Samaritan shows us that there IS an antidote to the world’s suffering. It’s a hard thing that looks like a simple thing…

We don’t let worldly divisions and learned prejudices keep us from caring for one another. Instead, we show up for one another. 

We don’t pass anyone by.

But, we do NOT do this work by ourselves.

In our Amos passage, there’s a curious turn of phrase that connects our action and God’s action in the world…

But first, a little background on Amos. Amos prophesied during a time of immense economic prosperity and political power in Israel. The nation was as big as it was ever going to be.

And yet, Amos prophecies that the nation is in moral failure. The people of God aren’t acting much like the people of God. They have abandoned their care for the poor, the widow, the orphan, and the immigrant. 

They are ignoring profound acts of violence and injustice in their society. And all the while, they have extravagant religious events that look more like political parades than acts of worship. 

By this time, God has shown mercy over and over again, but nothing has changed. God is fed up.

So, in the passage we read today, an angry God issues a decree: 

“See, I am setting a plumb line in the midst of my people Israel; I will never again pass them by.”

Now, in many translations of that passage I just read, the phrase, “I will never again pass them by” is simplified to say something like, “I will never again forgive them.” But that’s not really what the Hebrew text says. 

The word, AVAR, which means “to pass by” in Hebrew, is almost exclusively used to describe God’s powerful intervention in human activity. 

There’s this idea that God’s simple presence is so bright, rich, and awe-inspiring that people must usually be protected from it. For instance, when God passes by Moses on the mountaintop, Moses’ face is so blindingly bright from that brief encounter, that the Israelites ask him to cover it up until it begins to fade with time. 

When God “passes by,” that means that God is making sure that the Divine presence doesn’t totally overpower the person God is interacting with. Most people can’t handle a God who shows up, and stays.

But, in Amos, when God says, “I will never again pass them by,” God is saying, “I won’t turn away from this madness. I won’t pass by those who suffer. I will show up.” And when God shows up, injustice has nowhere to hide. The world MUST reckon with the suffering it has caused.

Like the Good Samaritan, God’s refusal to pass by injustice is fundamentally an act of compassion. God stays here, with us, in this chaos.

God’s presence is uncomfortable, precisely because it uncovers everything: the horrors of human action and human sin. But that is exactly what we need in times like these. Because the suffering is too great to ignore.

So, when we consider our Old and New Testament readings together, we see that the full context of “not passing by” means to show up and stay with our communities. We care for each other by expecting both love and accountability, and by offering the same.

But…when we attempt to show up for others, it can feel like such a small thing. 

It can feel like our desire to be in real relationship with one another is never grand enough to remedy the world’s suffering and pain. For every small way we tend to others, there are a thousand new terrors, and a thousand new things to grieve. 

But, God knows this. God knows that we can’t possibly dig ourselves out of this mess alone. And God also knows that the first step toward healing is to reach across profound difference in order to show up and stay with one another, just as the Good Samaritan did. 

This world wears us down. People and circumstances will enrage and horrify us, push us to uncomfortable places, and even cause us to question our good intentions. 

Doing what we know we ought to do can isolate us from our ideological camps. It can make people question our sanity. It can lead us to places we never thought we’d go. 

But, God promises to never pass us by. Because of that, we can know without a doubt that God is present in every circumstance that reveals injustice. God speaks in every word that declares the Truth. God’s power is greater than a gun, a court, an army, or a border. Greater, even, than death.

It is our job to uphold THESE truths, and to love one another in defiance of all the world throws at us.

We, the People of God, carry God’s powerful presence with us when we DARE not to pass anyone by. Amen.

A Church of Valor

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A Sermon for the Seventeenth Sunday after Pentecost

Readings: Here


If you were to read the Bible as a self-help book, today’s passages would leave you with a laundry list of things to try achieve:

This is perhaps most evident in the passage from Proverbs. While our translation identifies the subject of this ancient poem as “a capable wife,” the Hebrew uses the term eshet chayil, which means a Woman of Valor.

Though Proverbs was first compiled as early as 700 BCE, the woman in this passage is the picture of modernity. She seems to be the perfect encapsulation of the idea that women can “have it all.”

The Proverbs 31 woman has…

  • A trusting relationship with her adoring husband
  • Artistic skills
  • A good eye for quality goods
  • An inexhaustible work ethic
  • Physical strength
  • Business savvy
  • Empathy for the poor
  • An unfailingly good attitude
  • Appropriate self-confidence
  • The love of her children
  • And a right relationship with God

I don’t know about you, but I am exhausted just reading out this list.

And, lest the men here today think they’re off the hook, our Psalm, Epistle, and Gospel hammer home a number of other expectations! They practically berate us: Do this, not that. Here’s what you’re doing wrong. Why are you so covetous? Why are you so selfish? Stop being so juvenile! Get your act together!

To say such a reading is anxiety-inducing is an understatement! If the Bible is really telling us to get our act together, doesn’t God already know that we’re doomed to fail?

Measuring up feels impossible, so we fall into patterns of unhealthy behavior:

  • As individuals, we may feel like isolating ourselves from those who seem more pious than us, or over-compensating by acting more confident than we are.
  • As a church, we may feel like restoring things to “how they used to be,” or over-compensating by rushing to build new programs.

In either case, reading the Bible as a set of expectations pushes us to react rather than to listen. It pushes us to lose sight of new possibilities.

It turns out, if you read the Bible like a self-help book, the Bible becomes a bully. The instructions are impossible to follow. And you’ll never measure up.

It leads me to a question…

Is it possible to understand the moral stories of the Bible in ways that are inspiring rather than overwhelming?

I think so. And what it comes down to is revisiting our scriptures with an eye toward their multiple contexts and interpretations. When we pay attention to the history and context of Biblical passages, it helps us let go of our assumptions, and discover new insights. It gives us a more open path, and may even compel us toward holy creativity.

For today, let’s focus on Proverbs 31…

There are three things that I want to bring to light:

First, the passage is culturally and historically situated.

The Woman of Valor may not have really existed. One Proverbs commentary says that the intended readers of this passage were likely “affluent and moderately wealthy members of an urban commercial class,”[1] living under the Persian Empire. These upper middle-class readers may have owned enslaved people who were made to help them with weaving, dying, and other household tasks. So, this woman, even if she existed, was not running a business empire by herself.

The passage probably served as instruction for both men looking for a wife, and young women and girls learning how to behave appropriately in their society. This is probably the reason our 20th century Bible translators call the Woman of Valor “a capable wife.” But we miss the larger possibilities if we only see her this way.

Author Rachel Held Evans points out that, in Jewish tradition, women are still called eshet chayil, a woman of valor, whenever they achieve success. It’s less about what position they occupy and more about their orientation to it. They are praised for their determination, courage, and gifts.

So, in the contextual sense, the Woman of Valor is an archetype. She is a concept about what it means to be a woman, written for an ancient audience and interpreted through Jewish practice.

Second, Proverbs 31 has been interpreted as allegory within Christian tradition.

Early church fathers like St. Augustine read Proverbs 31 as a symbol of the church, not as a single person. His interpretation was so influential that it continued to be read this way throughout most of the Middle Ages.

This is really helpful! Because, when the passage is read as an aspiration for the church, things become much more manageable. This multi-talented woman becomes a suggestion for our collective work, not our individual skills.

In this view, we are not being asked to be perfect multi-taskers, parents, entrepreneurs, or money managers. Instead, we see an example of the abundant possibilities of the church, when we each bring our limited skills to the table. It shows us what could happen if we really understood that amazing things are possible when we work together.

So, in the allegorical sense, the Woman of Valor can be read as Christ’s church, working together for God’s purposes.

[Note: to read this passage as Christian allegory does not negate or supersede historical or contemporary Jewish readings. It is simply one way for Christians to explore the text within our own inherited tradition.]

And third, Proverbs 31 is actually a story about God.

Though the Woman of Valor seems to have her whole life together, she is said to “fear the Lord.”

Commentaries point out that this proclamation is at the end of the passage for a reason.[2] It’s because her reverence for God is what matters most among her many gifts. It’s because all the life advice contained within Proverbs only matters in a world where God is understood to be present.

So, in the narrative sense, the story of the Woman of Valor reveals that all is made possible in relation to God.

Fundamentally, the intent of every Bible story is to point to God’s intervention and our worship. Each human story and parable – each expression of emotion – is a reminder that God is present with us in the midst of our lives.

We see that, even though the Bible does contain advice, it is not a self-help book.

In truth, it is actually a God-help book. Its admonitions are not intended to be taken on as individual challenges, but instead understood in the light of God’s ongoing presence with us.

This means that any valor we demonstrate is not the product of gumption, but of careful listening to the Spirit of God.

We were never meant to do everything by ourselves.

This learning has practical ends within the life of the church.

As an example, I want to talk for a little bit about a project I’m helping with, here at this congregation. As many of you know, I was your seminarian intern last year. This year, my role is a little bit different…

In addition to calling this congregation my worshipping community, I am working as a student facilitator for a project called “Reimagining Church.”

[This congregation] is among ten churches selected by [my seminary] to embark on a year of discernment, dreaming, and reimagining for the sake of the future of the church.

A working group from this congregation will meet regularly to discuss the history and culture of this church, work through fears, understand the wider community, and share our hopes for what this place can grow into.

Reimagining Church is not about throwing out tradition or giving up on beloved and life-giving programs. It is about letting the Spirit move in new and curious ways through old and well-trod terrain.

As in all churches, this process is an ongoing one. It began long before we filled these pews and will continue after we are gone. And it has been expressed most recently through the renovation of this sanctuary, and shown in the joy and hard work of last week’s Jamboree.

At the end of the year, we may arrive at a pragmatic goal, or you all may continue in discernment. Either way, this is a practice of learning how to turn our good intentions from a practice of anxious self-help to a trusting God-help. It is about orienting ourselves toward God-given possibilities, so that the church can be called eshet chayil.

When the work of the church is thought of only as a self-help project, we lose sight of the creativity that exists beyond the horizon of our own limited thinking. We can’t hear the Spirit’s voice over our own worry, fear, and over-compensation.

But, when we internalize the idea that the Bible is a story about God with us, we are able to understand ourselves in relation to our own context. We can ask: How is God working now? What are our community’s needs?

We are also able to understand ourselves as a community, not just as individuals who get together sometimes. We can ask: What skills do we each bring to the table? What are we afraid of? How will we grow together?

And finally, we are relieved to understand that our hopes and strivings in this church are a part of God’s eternal story with us.

In truth, God’s church was never about getting our act together. It is about transformation and belonging, love and grace. It is about reorienting ourselves to the story of God acting with and in us. Because all that we undertake as a church only matters in a world in which God is present.

Like the Proverbs 31 woman, it is only with God’s help that we become a community of valor.

Amen.


[1] Fox, Michael V.. Proverbs 10-31, Yale University Press, 2009. ProQuest Ebook Central, http://ebookcentral.proquest.com/lib/yale-ebooks/detail.action?docID=3420503.
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[2] Ibid.

O Absalom, My Son

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A Sermon for the Eleventh Sunday after Pentecost

Readings


Through the written word,
and the spoken word,
may we know your Living Word,
Jesus Christ our Saviour.

Amen.

I have a confession to make: I have been avoiding King David the entire summer.

Let me recap: My first week preaching, it was David and the death of Saul. I preached on the Gospel.

Then, it was David and the migration of the Ark of God. I ignored David altogether and talked about a scripture passage that wasn’t even in the lectionary that day!

Two weeks ago, it was that awful incident with Bathsheba, where David sleeps with a married woman and then has her husband killed at war…

Quite frankly, I have a problem with David. And if that last incident tells you anything, it’s that David is not really that likeable. Yes, David is called “a man after God’s own heart,” and held up as an example of lifelong faithfulness to God. And he is credited with writing many of the Psalms, which are so central to our understanding of God.

But the fact of the matter is that he can be kind of awful. He treats people badly. He becomes increasingly obsessed with retaining his power. And he is willing to do unspeakably terrible things to satisfy his own lusts.

So, I have been avoiding the man like I might avoid any other creepy guy. But today, I could no longer avoid this man…

“O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! Would I had died instead of you, O Absalom, my son, my son!”

I could no longer ignore David because, today, his grief is palpable. It is gut-wrenching. And it stops me in my tracks. I cannot read those pleading words without wanting to cry myself.

What does it take for a king to weep?

David’s deep love for his son looks past their years-long feuding, and even the fact that Absalom was trying to take over his throne. It looks past the sad reality that this is a war they are waging against one another. Instead, it sees only the most important reality: that this loss of life is too great a cost.

David weeps because he is finally looking at the real problem, instead of all of the drama that surrounds him. Absalom’s death crystallizes the beauty, tragedy, and fragility of their shared life.

In this moment, all the hurt and pain they have caused one another pales in comparison to the truth:

David’s son is dead. All there is left to do is weep.

Today, I feel obligated to sit with David’s grief. To make space for it. To really see it.

Even though I tried with all my might, I couldn’t move forward without acknowledging it. Because, to fail to acknowledge it would be to fail to acknowledge how much we have in common:

“O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! Would I had died instead of you, O Absalom, my son, my son!”

As l listen to his pleading, David’s pain has already entered the hardened parts of my heart, and begun to wash out my own grief and pain…

It is not lost on me that we are all bound up in our own grieving today, even if it’s not right on the surface. I know a few of you have lost loved ones to Covid. More have lost the opportunity to sit by loved ones’ hospital beds and death beds due to health regulations. Funerals have had to be canceled or missed. 

Some haven’t seen new grandkids. Others have lost opportunities to celebrate anniversaries and birthdays under the shadow of a global shutdown.

I live with the daily grief that my experience of seminary has been irrevocably interrupted by Covid. That budding friendships may be lost for good, and that the mental health toll is irreversible. I am changed and I can never go back. The losses pile up.

And maybe it doesn’t need to be said, but we all sit here today painfully aware that we are masking again (in the indoor service) and looking around us at the horror this disease and all of its related tragedies have wrought. Like, David, it seems we’ve lost control of the battle.

So, this week, as I sat quietly with King David, I reflected on the fact that I have not yet arrived at closure for these many griefs. Feelings of anxiety and hopelessness have been tamped down by social forces that tell me it’s not practical or acceptable to display my feelings in public. I have tried to stop the tears because it felt too embarrassing to let them flow…

After all, we live in a culture that equates strength with being stoic and unfeeling. We are taught to be embarrassed if we cry in public. Even worse, we are taught to leave people alone when they are crying because we don’t want to embarrass them.

Women are told that crying will only reinforce gender stereotypes: that we are weak and emotional. Men are told that it’s not manly to cry. Children are reprimanded and told that “life’s not fair.”

And as a soon-to-be-ordained person, I have been told to avoid feeling my feelings in front of the congregation. I am not supposed to cry. I am supposed to be above all that.

Too many times, the result of all of these social reprimands is that we are forced to grin and bear our pain.

But the truth is, there is no way to stop feeling our feelings. They must go somewhere. And if not allowed an appropriate outlet, they can turn into rage or resentment. We lash out like wounded animals, because we are wounded animals.

But today, we witness a king who is weeping. Today we are reminded that some things call for public displays of emotion

“O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! Would I had died instead of you, O Absalom, my son, my son!”

And when I hear those words, and when I think of David, I can’t help but think about another king who weeps.

Jesus cried when his dear friend Lazarus died. “Jesus wept” as he anticipated his own gruesome death. And Jesus even directly quoted David, as he dared to cry out in public: “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”

In these ways, Jesus demonstrates that to be human is to feel. Incredibly, even the son of God, who resurrects the dead and would be resurrected himself, had to confront despair in his earthly life. His ancestor, David, modeled this for him well.

Today I felt obligated to risk a public display of emotion, because even a powerful man like King David could cry in public. I risked crying because Jesus wept. I risked it because the church must model what it means to share our burdens.

If we don’t do it, who will do it for us?

Today’s Ephesians passage tells us to be “tenderhearted.” It says we should put away all of our rage and resentment, and imitate Christ. Being tenderhearted means breaking down the hard parts of ourselves. It means loosening the grip we have on our pain, and making ourselves vulnerable.

For some of us, this is the hardest thing we could do. But I believe it is worth the experiment, because it draws us closer to one another as the Body of Christ.

When we honestly share our burdens, boundaries fall away. All of our pretensions and lofty goals break down. We have a rare opportunity to see one another in the most honest terms. We have a rare chance to tell the truth about ourselves: which is that we are not above it all.

If Christ himself can weep, then surely, we can, too. Feeling our feelings can be our strength.

That being said, sharing our burdens does not mean that we should force particular behaviors on others. Or measure each other by how much we reveal our feelings on the surface.

Each one of us is on our own journey toward greater vulnerability and trust. In the meantime, we can work to allow one another the space to feel, on our own time and in our own ways. To do this, we ask ourselves what it looks like to build a community of trust, and of grace. We create places of rest so that others are free to reveal the truth about themselves.

Today, if we can do nothing else, let us sit with King David as he weeps. And let us look in wonder at the Psalms he wrote in times of distress and in times of joy. David was not perfect and neither are we. We can let this complicated man show us what it means to trust God with our feelings, knowing that God, in Christ, feels them, too.

Amen.

God’s Strange Abundance

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A Sermon for the Ninth Sunday after Pentecost

Readings:

2 Kings 4:42-44
Psalm 145:10-19
Ephesians 3:14-21
John 6:1-21

The eyes of all wait upon you, O Lord,
and you give them their food in due season.

Amen.

A priest friend recently said something about today’s Gospel reading that stuck with me: “Maybe for Christians today, sharing with one another means everyone is a little bit hungry.”

When he said this, at first I just nodded my head and let out a “hmmm.” Because based on a lot of my life experiences, it sounds like the truth.

We can believe that Jesus fed 5,000 people with 5 barley loaves and two fish. But that doesn’t change the fact that we very rarely see such clear-cut examples of abundance today. Our economy is uncertain, wages are stagnant, and at least 600,000 people are homeless in the U.S. alone.

Oftentimes, it seems impossible that everyone could have their needs met.

And whether we think of ourselves as having plenty or having little, meeting our own needs is often a source of anxiety. In our individualistic society, we’re forced to save our money for rainy day funds and retirement, or risk future poverty.

So giving something up in the face of risk is a very difficult thing to do. We recognize the need, but we don’t always feel like it’s possible to answer it. Besides, how can we guarantee that our giving will be multiplied? Is it worth it to risk going hungry? And what if the recipients are ungrateful?

These are relevant questions, to be sure. And yet, the Bible is full of radical acts of generosity. The kinds of acts that seemingly lead to abundance for all. We see it in our Gospel and our Old Testament reading today. And you may recall that in the Book of Acts, we see the early church’s willingness to share everything with one another.

The fact is that we claim a religious tradition that tells us that everything we need is available to us through our Savior, Jesus Christ. But in this world of financial and material uncertainty, it’s often hard to act on such a claim. Still, our faith calls us to action.

Which brings me to a story…

Earlier this week, I traveled down to Columbia, South Carolina to pick up my husband, Daniel. He had been down in Florida visiting with his family, and Columbia was roughly the halfway point between his mom’s house and our place here in Virginia.

Daniel must have been a vacation planner in another life, because he’s amazingly good at planning things to do whenever we’re traveling. Before I arrived, he had discovered that Fort Jackson, the local army base, housed the Army Chaplain Museum.

This may not sound like everyone’s cup of tea, but for me, it was reason enough to travel to Columbia. As I’ve mentioned, I worked at the VA Hospital as a chaplain intern last summer. The experience changed my life. And I have been fascinated by the tensions between serving God and serving the nation ever since. I was THRILLED to have the chance to go on base and tour the museum.

The exhibit began with a retelling of the story of St. Martin of Tours. This is the story I want to retell today…

Martin lived in the 4th century, in a region that is now France. The story goes that Martin was serving as a soldier in the Roman army when he saw a beggar at the city gate. Almost without thinking, he took off his military cloak and tore it in two. He gave half to the beggar and kept the other half for himself.

That night, he had a vision. In it, he saw Jesus wearing the half of his cloak he had given away. He heard Jesus say: “Martin, who is still but a catechumen, clothed me with this robe.”

But there’s much more to the story than that…

Martin went on to become a monk, and then the Bishop of Tours starting in 371. In the middle ages, his cloak became a relic. Those who took care of it were called cappellanu and eventually all religious people who served the military were called capellini. The shrines that held the cloak were called capella, which means “little cloaks.”

From these words, we derive the words chaplain and chapel.

I love this story for many reasons: The fact that Martin was a soldier who understood his duty to serve all people, even beggars at the city gate. The idea that he gave only half of his robe to the man, symbolically showing their mutual need for warmth. The legacy of his lifelong service to the church. His amazing vision of Christ. But more than anything, I love this story because it reveals an important truth about our faith:

God’s abundance grows when it feels like there’s not enough to go around. And yet, we give of ourselves anyway.

Think about it: Martin’s spontaneous choice to give something up for someone in need changed the course of his whole life. It led him to a lifetime of service to God.

But it also started a movement. Martin’s simple act of tearing his cloak multiplied in a million ways:

 The chaplain corps was founded, which aids service members through the extreme highs and lows of military service. And today there are chaplains serving in all sorts of contexts, offering spiritual care to those in nursing homes, hospitals, schools and even corporations.

And every little church plant that started with a chapel can credit Martin’s single act for the name of their building. These chapels have housed and nourished people of faith through more than a thousand years of doubt, hope, fear, and community formation.

They have acted as community centers, and held the sacred services of baptisms, weddings, and funerals. They have both witnessed and sanctified the beauty of our fragile lives.

Chaplains and chapels – these “little cloaks” – have stood as a testament to the way simple acts of faith lead to abundance beyond our wildest imagination.

And it’s all because Martin operated from a different sense of abundance.

He wasn’t thinking about the frigid days ahead. He wasn’t worried about disciplinary action from military higher-ups. In fact, he wasn’t really thinking at all, at least not rationally. Instead, he operated on the impulse of the Holy Spirit, out of some gut sense that what mattered most was being connected to the man in front of him. A man who represented Jesus himself.

Like Jesus at the feeding of the 5,000, Martin saw a need and found a way. He may not have had Jesus’ capacity to physically multiply his material possessions.

But what happened when Martin gave up part of his cloak?

While he may have felt a little bit colder, the man he aided was warm, maybe for the first time in months or even years. In his act of giving, Martin was able to see this beggar on the street as Christ himself. As a whole and sacred person, inherently worthy of care. Through this act, God, working in Martin, met God, living in the beggar, and both were brought more fully into the Body of Christ.

The cloak may have been torn in two, but it was still all there. Only now, it was being shared between these two men.

I know I will always struggle with the fear that I don’t have enough, but Martin’s story tempts me to throw caution to the wind.

It tempts me to believe that Jesus will always multiply our generosity and restore us to wholeness, even though it always involves risk.

We live in a society that places boundaries and barriers on giving. It tells us that we will never have enough, and that we can’t rely on one another. Even worse, it suggests that the scarcity we see in front of us – the lack of material goods, comfort, or stability – is all that there is. So, we close our fists and wrap figurative cloaks ever tighter around ourselves and our possessions.

But imagine what would have happened if the boy with the barley bread and fish had responded in this way. Imagine if he had refused to give what he had, either out of his own insecurity or his insistence that the people in the crowd didn’t work hard enough for the food?

The reality here is that Jesus didn’t multiply out of nothing.

Jesus asks us to take a chance and give from our fragileness and insecurity, not from our abundance. Because we are not the ones responsible for multiplying. That’s Jesus’ job.

In the long run, God multiplies our meager actions into living miracles. And soon enough, we find ourselves in community with one another, doing the hard work of giving and receiving in the midst of risk.

The important thing is that we understand ourselves to truly be together. We belong to one another, whether we are the beggar or the soldier, the boy with his lunch or the hungry crowd. We owe it to each other to envision Christ in one another, and to act on the faith that God will generously provide.

It is worth the risk to reach out our hands, to take up the work started by Martin’s raggedy cloak, and to live into God’s strange abundance, a holy place where having enough is somehow always more than we could have asked for.

Amen.

Call and Duty

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A Sermon for the Seventh Sunday after Pentecost

Readings: 2 Samuel 6:1-5, 12b-19, Mark 6:14-29


Have you ever done something out of a sense of duty that you later regretted?

Today, I want to talk about two choices that seemed right at the time, but actually defied God. One was made by an unrighteous person and the other by a righteous one. I want to talk about how both of them ended in tragedy.

The stories that we’re reflecting on today are hard to digest, but both teach us that choices made from a sense of duty can keep us from discerning the voice of God.

The first choice is made by the powerful leader of Galilee: Herod Antipas.

In the context of the Gospels, Herod is a no-good, rotten, power monger bent on murdering all of our heroes. After all, in today’s Gospel reading he beheaded John the Baptist. And in Luke, he is complicit in Jesus’ crucifixion.

In today’s text, Herod, who is basically the governor of Galilee, invites the who’s-who of his region over for a decadent dinner. He then invites his daughter to dance for his guests. And in a sudden show of pride, he says to her: “Ask me for whatever you wish, and I will give it.” But then his daughter comes back with a request he didn’t seem to anticipate: “give me the head of John the Baptist on a platter.”

And Herod does what she asks. But given that Herod sort of likes John the Baptist – the passage says that – ultimately, he succumbs to what we might call peer pressure. In other words, he feels that he has a duty to impress his high-powered guests.

But ultimately Herod always had the power to say no. Yes, he had made an oath. Yes, he would embarrass himself in front of all the people who could help him get ahead in life. But in reality, he was beholden only to himself.

John the Baptist was locked up in Herod’s own prison. Herod had full control of the situation.

And yet. And yet… *shake head* How would he ever live this down?

So John the Baptist is gruesomely killed as a party trick.

It is certainly true that Herod is an antagonist. He is intentionally narrated as someone with cruel intentions. But I think we should be careful not to diminish the humanity of Herod, especially in this passage. Because too often, we behave like him. From this perspective, Herod is a cautionary tale for our own lives.

Now, I hope that most of us aren’t murderers. But what I mean to say is that we may be quick to paint this story as a clear-cut case of good and evil so that we don’t have to see the ways innocent things like pleasing our guests can lead to terrible outcomes.

Because, fundamentally, Herod is a man who allows his sense of duty to cloud his judgment about what’s right. And that is a very human thing to do.

Because of Herod’s duty to his friends and family, a man is dead.

Have you ever done something out of a sense of duty that you later regretted?     

The second choice is hiding in our readings today. If Herod’s story illustrates the dangerous consequences that result from duty to our colleagues and loved ones, then this next one illustrates the dangers of assuming we owe more to God than God has requested.

You may have noticed that the 2nd Samuel passage is chopped up a bit. It leaves out a very troubling story about a man named Uzzah. And since Uzzah’s story never shows up in our Sunday morning cycle as far as I can tell, I decided to share it this morning…

The fuller 2nd Samuel passage tells us that two men were tasked with driving the Ark of God to a new location under David’s command. Their names were Ahio and Uzzah. In the text printed in our bulletins, we are swiftly brought to the joyous end of the journey. But in the fuller story, something terrible happens.

Ahio and Uzzah are holding the Ark in balance when an ox pulling the cart stumbles over a threshold. Uzzah reaches out to steady the Ark and is immediately struck down and killed. The passage attributes Uzzah’s death to “God’s anger.”

This sounds like horrible theology to our ears, but Uzzah’s death isn’t surprising. The people of Israel knew that they were forbidden to touch the Ark, because it was understood to contain the real presence of God.

So Uzzah likely knew this rule. Nevertheless, he does something very human: he tries to protect God.

It seems like Uzzah is only trying to fulfill his duty to protect and serve his maker. He is only trying to be a righteous follower of God.

And yet…by doing so, he is actually questioning the power and providence of God to sustain and guide the people of Israel. He is knowingly pursuing something that God has told him not to.

To our ears, Uzzah and Herod’s choices are in no way equal in severity. And yet, both forgot to listen to the voice of God.

Now, another man is dead out of a sense of duty.

So, I ask again: Have you ever done something out of a sense of duty that you later regretted?

Duty can help us keep the peace with our loved ones, or signal loyalty to our colleagues. We hide the full truth about something to avoid an argument. We follow through on a plan because we’re exhausted from negotiating. We fail to speak up when someone is being bullied or harmed, because it might cause a scene. We partner with people who are dishonest or cruel. We do cringe-worthy things to impress others.

Of course, these are the obvious bad choices: the ones that come out of a self-protecting nature. Like Herod, we make choices that make us look better, or that keep us from receiving criticism. We do things so that people will like us.

But there’s another kind of choice that is particularly risky for Christians. These are choices like the one Uzzah makes. Ones that come out of a God-protecting nature. When we forget that God has never asked for us for protection.

These choices are often hard to spot because they look like righteousness, but actually arise from our own judgment and not God’s.

God-protecting choices may look like: belittling someone because of an ideology we disagree with, or rushing to correct someone without first understanding our own motives. They could look like making a big life decision without seeking God for discernment, working ourselves to the bone because we don’t trust others to help, or doing good deeds for public recognition. They can even look like acting like our Episcopal tradition makes us more enlightened than others.

I know I have been guilty of many of these things, in big and small ways.

The fact of the matter is that we make choices, daily, out of a sense of duty that God never called us to.

That’s why today’s passages are a wake-up call. Herod and Uzzah’s stories remind us that adhering to social and religious duties without listening for the voice of God can kill, if not literally then certainly spiritually.

In reading these passages, we are being asked to sit with what it is in our lives that comes from our own sheer will and not from God. As we sit, we can ask God for clarity on many things…

  • Maybe we’re involved in jobs or ministries that we are no longer called to.
  • Maybe we’re afraid to admit that we’re not in control of certain habits or addictions.
  • Maybe we’re pushing really hard for certain things in our lives, knowing that they’re not really what we’re meant to be doing.
  • Maybe we’re so busy defending what we think is right that we’re alienating ourselves from community.
  • Or maybe, we’re so worried about what others think about us that we’re avoiding what God is calling us to.

Thank the Lord that most of our choices do not end in death. But it is still essential that we pay attention to these stories.

We are called today to listen attentively to the voice of the Holy Spirit, the very Word of God: in our Scriptures, in our communities of faith, and through the workings of God in our lives. Discernment can come in quiet prayer, but it can also come in conversations with trusted friends, life experiences, and even negative situations.

God wants more for us than to respond to duty, especially when our actions have no bearing on God’s abundantly loving and reconciling Kingdom. God wants us to live according to a deeper sense of God’s will and a greater sense of joy. This takes courage, but we know that, with God, we never do it alone.

Amen.