Love in the Time of COVID

The headline on Wednesday’s Missourian screams, in extra-large letters, “Debate Rages on Masks.” About 300 people joined a rally outside Union City Hall on Monday and then forced their way into the special meeting taking place inside the gymnasium. The mayor of Union had proposed a mask ordinance in the city, but the board of aldermen declined to further the discussion. The proposal died, and the bystanders cheered. According to the article, one alderman said that “Mandating something shouldn’t come from us, it should come from the governor.” Governor Mike Parson has declined to make any such mandate, preferring to leave such actions in Missouri to the local level. 

The Poor invited to the feast - Luke 14:15-24

These people are all standing way too close to each other! (The Poor invited to the feast – Luke 14:15-24 – Jesus Mafa Collection)

Meanwhile, COVID-19 cases have continued to climb in Missouri and Franklin County, hitting a new high every day. As of Thursday, the 7-day average for the state is 945 cases per day. McDonald’s shut down in Washington and St. Clair due to three employees having contracted COVID-19. Scenic Regional Library branches closed. As numbers rise and cases come closer and closer to home, fear is also on the increase. It seems that normally calm, rational individuals are losing their ever-loving minds. People have been recorded across the country, tearing apart mask displays, throwing groceries at employees, and even pulling guns on one another.

So what is going on? And more importantly, perhaps, as one member of Peace asked, how do we love our neighbor during this pandemic when s/he doesn’t wear a mask, social distance, or otherwise take precautions to protect others’ safety and well-being?

I can’t honestly say that I have an answer. I get frustrated and even angry when I see people standing in line at the store without a mask. I think it is exceedingly bizarre that this has become a political line in the sand. My friends in France and Germany look at the U.S. and are utterly baffled. In their countries, this is a public health matter, not a political issue. Most people wear masks because they know that they are all in this together. Their societal sense runs counter to the “every-person-for-herself” attitude common in the U.S. While people in France and Germany are worried and even fearful, the issues of masks and other aspects of the fight against COVID-19 have not galvanized people into polarized camps.

But the polarization is, I think, a clue for us as we try to navigate this dilemma. I am taking a class right now on Bowen Family Systems Theory, which looks at families, communities, congregations, and even societies as if they were one organism made up of many different cells (people), each with their function within the organism. I won’t go into the details here, but it is fascinating stuff! And it is especially resonant during this moment in history. Because it turns out that the more stressed people are, the more anxious the whole organism/system becomes. And when the organism (society) gets anxious, the cells (people) glom onto one another, growing into unhealthy masses. In other words, factions form, and polarization happens. Stressed out organisms grow unhealthy masses. Anxious societies form unhealthy factions.

And the most healthy response to this polarization also happens to be a very Christian response. The books don’t say it this way. What they say is that an anxious system needs a non-anxious leader. But as I read the description of a non-anxious leader, I can’t help but think of Jesus.


Andean Good Shepherd – Fr. John Giuliani

A non-anxious leader is calm, thoughtful, and focused, not on the anxiety, but on the person. Another way of saying that is that a non-anxious leader will offer love where the system most needs it, focusing on relationships and not issues. Issues raise anxiety. Love and relationship calm it. In fact, the worst thing you can do when dealing with an anxious and/or polarized person is to try to reason with them or persuade them to your point of view! You have probably noticed this in family debates over the Thanksgiving table.

At the end of the day, whether they wear a mask or not, whether they agree with you or not, whether they are entrenched in an ideology or not, that person is a beloved child of God. They are probably scared, too. But maybe their fear is focused, not on the virus, but on the water bill they can’t pay (our crisis fund has been all about water shut-offs this week!). Maybe they have a loved one who is sick despite a mask. Perhaps they can’t afford masks. I have learned over the last ten years of ministry that everybody is going through something, and most of us would never know it to look at them. That, and this: a little bit of love goes a long, long way.

In the Name of Jesus of Nazareth, Hydrate!

I had a rough couple of days this week. It started out well enough. Monday I got up and did some things that needed doing, and by the end of the day, I had a long list of accomplishments. I had a couple zoom calls, a couple phone calls, I did some planning for my synod workshop, and I even exercised and showered. Tuesday I did some good work on the website project, and had several great conversations with people in the 60939066424__9846A504-999E-469C-9EB0-DE013F6B84DCcongregation, and then did some Neighbors United emails before I took a break to build a bookcase and unpack some boxes. By Wednesday my energy was waning, but I did get the prayer email done and sent. Thursday after the Zoom coffee chat, I was exhausted. As in, I could barely think straight. I could not remember what needed doing, or even really remember to get up off the couch. By Thursday evening, I was completely wiped out. And as I lay on the couch, I realized a few things:

  • I was dehydrated. I had physically worked harder than I had in several weeks, maybe even months, moving boxes and books, as well as taking longer walks in the neighborhood. But I had not increased my water intake.
  • I had too much sugar Wednesday. Being in the house all the time, especially surrounded by three kids with a sweet tooth, has made it easier to just snack my way through the day. Add in the fact that Holden is learning to cook and Elinor to imagebake, and you can pretty much guarantee that I am constantly tempted to have “just a taste” of something, which turns quickly into me imitating Pooh Bear at Rabbit’s house. And then I feel awful the next day.
  • Last week was a week off, and there were things to catch up on. But more than that, I am a closet perfectionist and I want people to think well of me. Deep down, I feel that I will not be good enough unless I do all the things, and satisfy all the demands, and please all the people. But the truth is, I can’t do everything and I can’t satisfy everyone.

And then I read this week’s text from Acts. Peter encounters a man lame from birth. The man is sitting near the Beautiful Gate, a gate to the Temple. This would be a great place to hang out if you were looking for alms, at least in theory. The visitors to the Temple would, one would hope, give generously. But when he asks Peter for money, Peter says instead, “I have no silver or gold, but what I have I give you; in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, stand up and walk.”

I imagine the beggar may have been disappointed by what Peter said at first. If you don’t have any gold or silver, get going so I can ask the guy behind you! Until Peter gives what he does have. He has the name of Jesus, and he gives his offering in that name. As it turns out, that is what was needed. 

During this time of isolation, anxiety, and stress, it is easy to get caught up in expectations – our expectations for ourselves, what we believe others expect of us, what we are sure others want. But we are not in control of those expectations. We are in control of what we do. And what we can do is offer what we have, in the name in Jesus. In the name of the One who loves us, and through us loves the world, we can give what we have. And then trust that it will be enough. It will be, in fact, more than enough. It may even be exactly what is needed.

So here is what I have to offer you in the name of Jesus today:

  • Hydrate.
  • Eat healthy food, and not too much sugar.
  • Don’t try to be everything to everyone.
  • Offer what you have, in the name of Jesus.
  • And, as always, wash your hands.Copy of wash your hands

God Brings Bread in the Wilderness

I have been thinking very hard about if and how to celebrate Holy Communion during this time. When we are not gathering in person, in our sanctuary, I have to ask myself whether it is appropriate or necessary to share in this sacrament in some way. After all, we know that it is not necessary for our salvation. Salvation is the work of God, through Christ the Word. When we partake in the sacrament, we are receiving the comforting assurance that this Word is “for you,” but those who must refrain from receiving Communion for whatever reason are not excluded from this promise.

In addition, there has been discussion about this matter among the Conference of Bishops and among my colleagues, both Lutherans and those of other denominations. There are those, including our Presiding Bishop Elizabeth Eaton, who suggest that we fast from Communion during this time of exile from our church buildings. After all, fasting in Lent has been a tradition for not just centuries but for millennia. For 2000 years now, Christians have had the practice during this season of setting aside unnecessary things and focusing on what is truly important: love of God and love of neighbor through fasting, prayer, and giving. So that argument makes some sense.

IMG_6450Except. Except. Except. I miss Communion. I miss the assurance of it. I miss the knowledge that when I commune, I am joining myself to the Body of Christ, both as the Word of God made present in the Bread and Wine, and the virtual Body of Christ that is the Church Eternal, Christians of every time and place, united through the work of the Holy Spirit by virtue of our baptisms. I still get chills every time I kneel at the altar rail (or serve those kneeling there) and remember that our rail is curved so that it appears as an incomplete circle; the circle is made complete by all the saints in light who kneel there with us. 

This means that every time I commune, my father is also there at the Table with me. Every time I commune, so do John Hopkins and Margaret Dye and Al Dieckmann and Jane Hoffman and Dale Gibson and John Blass and Sally Gunn and Bill Clover and Dottie Martell and Mary Jane Steibler and Mary Jones and Tom Smith and Ruth Woodcock and every other loved one who has died in the faith. And, I dare to hope, all those who have died who were not Christians. 

That is how wide and deep I believe God’s love to be. And the sharing of Bread and Wine is, for me, a sign of that love. Not just a symbol, but a manifestation in real, tangible elements that I can hold in my hands. A foretaste of the feast to come.

Fortunately, Lutheran polity, specifically ELCA polity (fancy word for organization and rules) states that I am, as the called and ordained pastor of Peace Lutheran, the person ultimately responsible to decide whether and how to share the sacraments. And I believe that, while fasting has its place, we who are in the wilderness in this time of exile, we need our bread. Fasting has always been a practice of setting aside unnecessary things (remember that word adiaphora?). But in this time of wilderness and worry, bread, and especially Bread, is not an unnecessary thing. It is life.

God sent mannain the wilderness, and fed the 5000 in a “solitary place” (Matthew 14). God does not deny God’s people what they most need. And what we most need right now, in our isolation, is community. Communion. Not fasting and hunger and deprivation. 

In fact, in traditions that still practice fasting, those who are grieving or ill or traveling through desolate places are exempted from the practice. And that is what we are. We are grieving, and there is likely more grief to come. We are fighting the most serious illness of our times. And we are traveling in desolate places, even as we sit still in our living rooms. 

So I would like to invite you to join me at the Table. This Sunday, during our Palm IMG_8346Sunday worship service, I invite you to find a nice little plate and a pretty cup. Or, if you don’t have something fancy, a paper plate and a plastic cup will do. God can work with that. 

Bring some bread and some wine or juice from your kitchen. It can be any kind of bread, but if you’d like to make some of the lovely little wafers that we share at Peace, the recipe is included here. If you don’t have bread, crackers will work. Whatever you have to hand. Even some cheerios would do. If you don’t have juice, use whatever drink you have – even water if need be. After all, Jesus turned water to wine. 

The things we do to make Communion fancy, those are for us, so that we will remember that this is a sacred gift we are receiving. God does not require them. 

All that is required, Luther says in the Small Catechism, is that we have faith in these words, “given for you” and “shed for you for the forgiveness of sin.” So bring what you have to the Table. Even if it is only your self, and nothing else. We will Gather. The Word will be enough. God will Provide.

It’s Already Easter

I’m worried. Not about Coronavirus or the economy (although I am worried about both of those things). But more than that, I am worried about the worry that I hear from others. Ironic, isn’t it?

A lot of people are worried about the church. We’re worried about Peace Lutheran specifically, sure, but I’m also hearing a lot about people worrying that the Church might be forgotten or become irrelevant to people’s lives if we continue to be on forced hiatus. People will get used to sleeping in on Sundays, and they’ll discover other outlets for their spirituality, and they’ll drift away. Which will mean that we at Peace (or We the ELCA or We the Church) will not be able to sustain ourselves as we have always done. So we are worried.

IMG_6464The reason these worries worry me is that they show that we have allowed fear to seep in and replace the gospel. We have allowed the human idea of what the church (or the Church) is to sidle up and push its way into our pews. We have taken our eyes off of the main thing and allowed ourselves to focus on the less important things, like whether we’ll get to have Easter baskets and an egg hunt and lilies on the altar.

So I want to remind you of some promises and practices:

  • Every Sunday is Easter. Whether we gather again this year on April 12 or August 16 or December 27, it will be Easter. Not just figuratively, but literally. That’s why Lent is longer than 40 days – because Sundays don’t count. Sundays are Easter. All of them. So the next time we gather for our Sunday worship, we will gather for Easter, and because we will be celebrating the re-union of our congregation, we’ll pull out IMG_6451all the Easter-y stops: we’ll have an egg hunt and flowers and treats. But even if we didn’t, Jesus would still be risen indeed. Because that is what our God does.
  • On that note, we have some promises that we can lean on. One of them is that we are still the Church, whether we gather inside four walls, or whether we gather virtually through the wonder of the internet, or even if we only gather in our hearts and imaginations. We are the Body of Christ by virtue of our baptisms, and just because we are not all occupying the same air does not mean we are suddenly disconnected. We are joined with all the saints of all times and places, and Christ has promised to be with us. So there.
  • We are not called to sustain ourselves as we always have. The Church of Christ is not stationary. It is a movement, and it is sustained by the Holy Spirit according to the calling of God in Christ. The future of the Church (and for that matter, of our church, Peace Lutheran) is not determined by us, but by God. If there is work for us to do here, we will be the Church, whether we have a building, a bank account, or a Bible study. If God has decided that our mission here is accomplished and it is time to move on, we will know it, and a building, bank account, or Bible study will not change that. As one of my colleagues pointed out, “Church is not canceled; it is just meeting in a different location.”
  • According to the Augsburg Confession (one of the founding documents of Lutheranism), the marks of the Church are two things: gospel and sacraments. What it actually says is that the church is found “wherever the gospel is preached in its truth and purity and the sacraments are administered according to the gospel.” Everything else we do together is adiaphora. Remember that word? It means “indifferent things.” In other words, the building, the bank account, and everything else we do together are not the marks of who we are. We are the Church because we proclaim the gospel in word and deed for our community and because we celebrate the sacraments. That’s a little trickier these days, but we will muddle through, and trust God to sort out the details.

Last Sunday, I received a text from Maria Brady-Smith. Her niece Nora, who grew up here in Washington, was engaged and was supposed to be married this week. But with everything that was happening around us, it was getting complicated. No more than 10 people, no closer than 6 feet, and no one could travel. Also, the courthouse was closed, so they couldn’t just go and have it done there. They had a license, would I be willing to do


the ceremony? My answer? Heck, yes! What better way to celebrate hope and joy and promise than by witnessing two people deeply in love pledge their lives to one another? So yesterday, Wednesday, I went out to a beautiful old farmhouse on Dubois Lane southeast of town. We all stayed outside and kept our distance (except the bride and groom). They were able to gather the bride’s mom, dad, brother, aunt and uncle, one friend as a witness and one as a photographer, and myself, plus their 15-month old son.
A couple other family members joined in by FaceTime. They declared their intentions, said their “I Do’s,” and received the blessings of their family, friends, and God. Then we had a little cake, a little champagne, and headed out. It was one of the most beautiful weddings I’ve ever seen, for all its simplicity. They kept focused on what was most important – their love, their future, and the promises they made.

I see a lesson here for us as the Church (and the church, Peace) at this time. Let’s keep our focus on what is most important – the love of God that we have received, and that we share wherever we are; the promised and preferred future that God is drawing us into; and the promises that God has made for us and to us, through the life, death, and resurrection of God’s Son, Jesus Christ, our Lord. Amen.

Change Happens

Jesus shows up in his hometown, in Nazareth, and the first thing he does is to go to the synagogue on the Sabbath day to preach. I imagine the people there are fairly excited, like the people in a seminarian’s home congregation on their first visit back from school. This is a kid that they have known since he was a child. Jesus is 30 years old now, and he’s beginning to get a little notoriety. The people of his hometown are glad to welcome him back, the hometown boy done good. Maybe he should preach the sermon they told us at seminary that we should preach our first time home. 

They said that at seminary you are going to learn a whole bunch of fancy terms, Greek translations, Hebrew words, names of Church Fathers and theologians and philosophers from Aristotle to Augustine, from Anslem to Abelard. (Why do they all start with A?) You will learn all of it, and then you will want to use it when you preach. And what they said at seminary was, use it. Once. 

Use it the first sermon you preach when you go home to your home congregation. Prove to them that you have received the great education that they sent you to get, prove to them that their investment in you was worth it. And then never drop another name again. 

Do not, under any circumstances, try to preach any other sermon in your life, on the topic of the metaphysical juxtaposition of ontology and anthropology in the writings of Athanasius (another A). 

But this first time, this first trip home, the people of Nazareth won’t mind if he sprinkles some fancy words and drops a few names in his sermon. Heck, it’ll reflect well on them that they’ve got such a big-shot affiliated with their town. 

And if he keeps on growing in wisdom and in years, in divine and human favor, the way that Luke says, then, hey, the people of Nazareth stand to benefit! So they’re pretty pleased with him. Check it out, he doesn’t even need to read from the scroll, he doesn’t even need really to speak. 

As far as they’re concerned, the super short sermon he has just preached is the proof that this guy gets them! Home in time for the Super Bowl! That’s our boy! All he has to do is show up, demonstrate that Nazareth is still his hometown, demonstrate that these are his people, and they’ll be happy. 

Because if it turns out that this guy is the Messiah, Nazareth is bound to get the best of the Messiah’s reign. Maybe he’ll set up court here, bring in money, jobs, new sources of wealth, not to mention the favor of God! No wonder the people are thrilled when he picks up the scroll of Isaiah, and reads this very passage, from Isaiah 61.

As we heard last week, Jesus reads this passage from Isaiah, “The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he has anointed me to bring good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim release to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to let the oppressed go free, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.” 

And he stops there. And the people are riveted. 

This is exactly what they had been waiting to hear! The year of the Lord’s favor! That’s what Nazareth has been longing for, waiting for, yearning for, ever since the Romans came, ever since the Babylonians came, ever since the Assyrians came, hundreds if not thousands of years of longing for a year of favor!

Because let’s face it, it is a hard-knocked life in Nazareth. The town sits above the Sea of Galilee, on the top of a very steep cliff, where it’s easier to defend. Below Nazareth stretches the Jordan valley, which turns from lush green to scrub desert within a matter of miles, dropping quickly down to the harsh salt flats of the Dead Sea. In a good year, there is plenty, but it does not take much to upset the delicate balance, and shift the desert northward, to put the tang of salt in your nostrils and the taste of dust on your tongue. Add to that invasion after invasion, out here at the edge of civilization. 

From the top of that cliff today, you can see the Golan Heights. In Jesus’ day you would have seen the hills of Nineveh, the mountains of Babylon, the lands of the Philistines, of Zarepheth of Sidon. In other words, then as now, you could see the invaders coming from all sides, and you knew before even the people of Jerusalem that war was upon you, and that no one was coming to your aid. Nazareth was, is, a hard place to live. 

So when Jesus proclaims the words of Isaiah, “the year of the Lord’s favor,” and then sits there and tells their eager, excited faces, “Today this scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing,” these people are thinking, “finally! Some justice for us! some relief for us! some favor. For us!” And they forget the rest of the story, the stories of Elijah and the widow of Zarapheth, and of Elisha and the leper Naaman. 

So Jesus reminds them. The bad news of the good news. Good news: this is the year of our Lord’s favor. Bad news: it’s not just for you. God’s grace is not yours alone.

Jesus is bringing the change that Isaiah spoke of, turning the world upside down, as Hannah and Zechariah and Mary sang. But that change doesn’t just affect those who know Jesus intimately, it doesn’t just affect those who raised him, those who changed his nappies, those who sent him off to seminary. The change that Jesus brings, it’s not just for those who have accepted him as their personal savior. It’s not just for those who show up in church every Sunday. It’s not just for those of us who think we have this God-business figured out.

It is change for the whole world. And for the people of Nazareth, maybe for us, that feels like bad news.

This is why my pastor in Seattle so often said that he believed it might not be possible both to preach the gospel and to grow the church at the same time. Because if the good news comes to our enemies, too, is it really good news? If I have to share God’s favor with everyone, if I don’t get to choose whom God rewards, and whom God punishes do I want God’s favor? The people of Nazareth answer honestly, if nothing else. They don’t want it.

Jesus has reminded them of what they already know, really. God is not only the God of Nazareth. God is not only the God of Galilee. God is not even only the God of Israel. God is the God of all nations, and this good news is not going to be contained. This good news is not going to be used to lift one up over the other. This good news is not going to draw lines, to reinforce boundaries, to separate people from one another because of class or race or gender or age or disability or sexuality or denomination or religion or any other thing that we care to come up with. This good news is going to tear down all those walls and cross all those lines and break all those boundaries, and it is going to freak us right out. 

That’s what it did to the people of Nazareth, it scared them and it made them angry, so angry that they were blinded by fear, blinded by rage, ready to throw their own kin right off the top of that cliff. So blinded by their fear and their rage that they could not even see Jesus moving through the midst of them, as he walked away.

Change is scary. There’s no question. The world has changed. The Church has changed. The culture has changed. Our community has changed. Our families have changed. You’ve changed. I’ve changed. 

Change happens. And we can lament and mourn about that change. We can be scared and angry, that’s fine. But the last thing we should do is to get so scared, so blind with rage, that we forget the most important thing. That Jesus is right here in our midst. And that has not changed. And that today, today, this Scripture has been fulfilled in our hearing. 

Yes, things are changing, and you may not like the way they look afterwards. You may find yourself sitting next to a widow from Zarapheth, or an Assyrian leper; You may discover that God’s table includes those you would never expect, maybe even those you never wanted to find there. Catholics, Baptists, or even Buddhists. You may find that God’s table is far bigger than you had ever imagined, and that you are not entirely comfortable with the other people you find there, and you would rather pick and choose who gets to sit at this table. 

But that is exactly the point. God’s table is huge, and that has never changed. God’s table includes all, and that has never changed. God’s table is rooted in the love of God for you. And that has never changed. What has changed is our perception of that table. What has changed is our ability to see that table. 

Change is scary. But the most important thing that Jesus told the people of Nazareth, though they were too afraid to hear it, too angry to see it; the most important thing that he tells us, if we have ears to hear; the most important thing is that God is here. God is here, among you, working in and through this change. 

God has chosen to become one of you, to walk among you, to be in your midst, to walk through this changing world, and to walk with you as you change, too. When you look past your fear and your rage, you will see that God is here. And when you can see that, the change is not so scary. 

It might even be a blessing. 

It might even be the year of the Lord’s favor.


“Today this scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing.”C_ThirdSundayafterEpiphany-large It’s maybe the shortest sermon ever. And unfortunately, maybe the most misunderstood ever, judging by what the people do afterward, in the part of the story that we will hear next week. Jesus, right at the beginning of his ministry, fresh from his 40 days of temptation in the desert, comes back to his home synagogue in Nazareth to step in as the guest preacher, and preaches the shortest sermon ever, maybe assuming that these guys will get what he’s saying, because after all they know him. But when they figure out what he is saying, they try to throw him off a cliff. No wonder the rest of Jesus’ sermons were longer! But we’ll get to that part of the story next week. For now, we’ll look at this part – the sermon itself. “Today this scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing.”

The mashup of Isaiah that Jesus has just read is a selection of verses from Isaiah 61 and 58. The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, Jesus says. He has anointed me. In Greek, exrisen me, he has ‘christed’ me. God has made me to be the Christ, Jesus says, quoting from Isaiah, so that the poor would receive good news, so that the captives would be released, so that the blind would see, so that the oppressed would go free. God has made me to be Christ, Jesus says, because the year of the Lord’s favor has come. The Jubilee year, it is sometimes called. 

In the Hebrew Torah, the law provides for a sabbath every seventh day, and a year of sabbath every seventh year. Every seventh day, the people are to rest, including all the slaves and servants, and even the animals. Every seventh year, the land is to rest. No crops are to be planted. The people, the servants and slaves, the livestock, are to live off of their stores, and what the land provides. And God promises that there will be enough. After doing this 7 times, there is to be a year of Jubilee in the 50th year. It is to be a year of rest for all, as the other seventh years are. But more than that, it is a time of homecoming, of renewal, or restoration. Debts are forgiven, slaves are set free, and land is returned to its proper owners. If land has been sold to pay a debt, or taken by force, it is to be returned. The year of Jubilee, the year of the Lord’s favor, is a time for redemption and liberation, for all of creation.

Now, whether this was ever actually enacted in ancient Israel is doubtful. It is hard to imagine how any human society would ever successfully pull this off. But it was what God asked of the people as they were brought up out of slavery. It was what God held up as the ideal. 

And now, Jesus says, this has been fulfilled. Today. In your hearing. What does this mean for the people of Nazareth? Well, we’ll look at that more next week. But for now, we might ask what does this mean for us?

Paul’s letter to the Corinthians gives us an answer. Because Paul tells us, we are the Body of Christ. One body. Not just within the walls of this building, but the whole church in the world. We are the Body of Christ, and the Spirit of the Lord is upon us. We have been anointed, some of you were anointed right here in this room, baptized in this font, anointed with oil and sealed by the Holy Spirit to be a member of the Body of Christ. Anointed to proclaim good news to the poor, release to the captives, sight to the blind, freedom to the oppressed. This is the mission statement, not just for Jesus of Nazareth, but for the Body of Christ in every time and every place.

And this is where it gets hard. Because mostly we are comfortable with people that are like us. We would prefer, if we are the feet of the body, to hang out with other feet, and maybe an ankle or toe. But definitely not hands. And really definitely not noses or belly buttons or other less savory parts. There are, you know, limits. But the thing is, a bunch of feet are not really all that helpful if they are not connected to the rest of the body, and even the most unsavory parts of the body have a function, and are necessary to the whole. And when any part of the body suffers, the whole body suffers.

Here in Washington, there is a growing population of individuals who are living in homelessness. Many of these people are just fallen on hard times, and they want to find a way to change their situation. Many of them just need a hand – some funds, some training, some support, some life skills – to make the shift to a permanent home and a more stable life. But some of them are not going to make that shift. There are a few, not most, not even a lot, but a few, whose disease state has progressed to the point that they may not be help-able. Not the way we want them to be. Their addictions and mental illnesses are such that they are not going to be able to sustain any kind of work, or learn how to stick to a budget, or meet any of the requirements for shelters or other programs. And when they suffer, we all suffer, though it’s often because they are making us uncomfortable, being noisy or smelly or sleeping in a chair in the teen section of the library. But they are still a part of us. They are still part of our community, part of the Body – they belong to us. And we may not turn our backs on them. We don’t help them because we expect them to satisfy our expectations. We help them because they are ours to help. Because we have been sent to proclaim good news, even to these members of the Body whom we would rather ignore.

Over the last year, we here at Peace have taken a sabbath. We had four months in which I was away, and during that time, we rested. We spent extra time in prayer, extra time in fellowship, extra time in conversation and study. We listened to new voices, and we learned some things about what we value and hold dear. And through it all, we continued to serve our community and proclaim good news for all the members of the Body. 

Just a few examples:

  • We went to the City Council to ask for recognition of the marginalized voices in our community, including the homeless, people of color, and the LGBT community.
  • We opened our building to community groups who needed space to meet, including grief support, Narcotics Anonymous, and a local advocacy group.
  • We provided Crisis Fund assistance to members of our community in need, and kept our Little Free Pantry stocked throughout the year.
  • We hosted Vacation Culture School, an opportunity for the minority groups in our community to be heard and share their stories.
  • Individuals in our congregation used their gifts to support other local ministries such as Grace’s Place, the Pregnancy Assistance Center, the Human Rights and Homelessness Task Forces, Mercy Hospital’s spiritual care program, Loving Hearts, and so many other places, it’s hard to count.

We are not perfect. We are still learning and we are always in discernment about how we can better serve our community. But day in and day out, we are seeking ways to live out this call, to be the Body of Christ for this world, and to fulfill the words of Isaiah. This is not our doing. It is the work of Christ in us, the work of the Holy Spirit that has joined us together through our baptisms, named us and claimed us and called us to this community and this work.

Today is our annual meeting. We will gather for conversation and celebration. And fried chicken. As a congregation Bound by Christ, to Break Boundaries, we’ll share our successes of the past year, and then we will set the tone for the coming year. The budget that we will vote on will support that work, but it will not be all of it. Because the work that we do together as the Body of Christ is not our work. It is the work of the Holy Spirit through us. It is the messy and muddled attempts of a bundle of body parts trying to work together toward a goal that is not our own, toward the fulfillment of a mission statement that was put into motion thousands of years ago, and yet is fulfilled today in our hearing. This means moving our individual egos out of the way, setting our individual agendas aside, and listening, sometimes with ears that are not our own, to voices that are foreign and difficult to understand, about sufferings that we cannot comprehend and directions that we cannot fathom. This means welcoming people that make us uncomfortable, that push our buttons, that downright annoy us. This means sitting together in our discomfort, and listening for the voice of God, rather than to our own natural desires for control, for attention, for return on our investment, for clear outcomes on our own terms. It means entering into deep processes of discernment that often will lead us to unexpected ends. It means, in other words, doing the hard work of community, and trusting that even when our plans are not followed, that God is at work in this Body, fulfilling through this messy, muddled work, the proclamation of the Good News for all of God’s people in this time and place.

At Holden Village, a Lutheran retreat center in the Cascade mountains, people spend time, as we have this year, in rest, fellowship, and study, before returning to the outside world and their daily lives, hopefully renewed and refreshed for their work of ministry. As they leave, they are always offered this blessing, which I now offer to you, to us, to the Body of Christ at Peace Lutheran in 2019. 

O God, you have called your servants to ventures of which we cannot see the ending, by paths as yet untrodden, through perils unknown. Give us faith to go out with good courage, not knowing where we go, but only that your hand is leading us and your love supporting us; through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Of Pregnancy and Prophecy

Prophecy and parenthood have little in common at first glance. But on closer examination, both require you to let go of the belief that you are in control of anything. 

And both are about hope.

Pregnancy and parenthood are a really good way to discover that you are not in control. Of anything. Of course, this is a lesson that we all have to learn sooner or later, but the path of parenthood certainly teaches it quickly. Just the circumstances of Mary’s and Elizabeth’s pregnancies are a perfect example. For some, like Elizabeth, img_5413the struggle to become pregnant is a lifelong ordeal, while others, like Mary, find themselves unexpectedly expecting. 

And then, once pregnant, the planning begins. These days, there are birth plans and announcements and gender-reveal parties and scheduled c-sections or inductions to accommodate the doctor’s schedules, all based on the basic idea that we can, somehow, be in control of this whole affair. 

But all of that planning is just a delusion. I went into labor with Grace 5 weeks early, but even before that, I had begun to come to terms with how little control I had over this pregnancy and childbirth thing. Gestational diabetes and hypertension put an end to my idealistic plans for a home birth or a new age-y Seattle-Style birthing center. It was a hospital birth – no midwife would consider anything else. Then, when I went into labor 5 weeks early, there was no further pretense of planning. This baby was arriving whether we were ready or not. And we were not. No bag packed, no freezer full of food, nothing ready. 

It was a crash course in how little control we had, a course that continues to this day and only grows more obvious with each additional kid. Holden arrived on the day of his baby shower, so that we had to tape a note to the door for our guests, who arrived at our house 3 hours after he had arrived at the hospital. 

And, of course, it was not part of my long-term plan to be ordained at 7 months pregnant, but Elinor had other ideas. She decided to get her first semester of Greek in utero and accompanied me into my first 6 weeks of ministry here at Peace.

But alongside this growing awareness that you have no control over, well, anything, this new life brings with it a sense of absolutely irrational purpose, promise, and hope. Even as the sense of our own inadequacy grows in the face of this immense responsibility, so does the feeling that this little life could be amazing, that because of this tiny human, who has now become a medium sized or even full-grown human, the world could become a better place. Has already become a better place. 

And that’s the other link between prophecy and parenthood: both lean into hope – the hope that something amazing and new and wonderful is brewing. 

This is what sends Mary with haste to the Judean hill country. 

This is what brings these two pregnant women, unexpectedly expectant, together to share their thrilling expectations, to share their words of prophecy and proclamation.

Elizabeth is an old woman by the time this story takes place. Like her ancestors Sarah and Hannah, she has long since given up hope of becoming a mother when she discovers that she is pregnant. A pregnancy she had once longed for but no longer expected. She had come to accept a long time ago that she was not in control. And now, she is in her sixth month of pregnancy and here comes her kinswoman Mary. 

Mary is so young, so full of promise, promise now seemingly ruined. Because at this time, in this place, what can become of a young woman pregnant out of wedlock, unexpectedly expecting, likely to face shaming and rejection for her pregnancy, shaming and rejection that Elizabeth herself had once faced for her own lack of pregnancy. Women’s bodies have ever been subjected to the hopes and expectations of their society, and when they fail to live up to those hopes and expectations, society demands a punishment.

But in this story the shaming and rejection never come. Instead of being the vessels of society’s demands, these two women’s bodies have become the vessels of the world’s hope, of God’s promises. They have been made into living prophecies, the proclamation that God is present and active in this world.

Prophecy in Scripture is not quite the same thing as it is in popular culture. In the movies and TV, our popular imagination always make prophecy about some prediction of future calamity or good, along with a series of signs that we can use to determine when the prophecy is going to happen. 

But Biblical prophecy is different. Biblical prophecy, like parenthood,is about control and hope. When a prophet speaks in the Bible it is most often to remind us that we are not in control,  or to point us toward the hope of the future. The prophets always speak uncomfortable truths. 

Sometimes they are reminding those in power of their responsibility for the poor, the widows, and the orphans. 

Sometimes they are scolding the people for neglecting the aliens, the foreigners who have come to them for help and shelter. 

Sometimes they are pointing out the abuses of the wealthy and the religious authorities. 

But always what they come back to is the reminder – you are not in control. God is. 

You may think that you are the one in charge, and you may be abusing that power, but at the end of the day, God is the king. Your administration is only a temporary thing. God’s reign is forever. 

For the powerful and the wealthy and the insiders, this is not good news. Because it turns out that God’s administration has different priorities, and God’s priorities almost always take power and wealth and insider status away from those who abuse it.

But even as they are speaking these uncomfortable truths, the prophets of the Bible are also delivering hope and speaking words of promise. 

Because if you are poor, a widow, an orphan, an alien at the door, an outsider, an asylum-seeker, a beggar, oppressed, imprisoned, afflicted in any way, God’s priorities bring hope. 

For these people, the prophets speak of new life, of a world in which all have enough and everyone is accepted as they are, and the flocks are fed. 

The prophets promise that the mighty will cast down from their thrones while the lowly are lifted up, that the hungry will be fed and the proud will be scattered. 

The prophets promise that God’s lovingkindness, that God’s steadfast mercy and love, will have the last word.

In the Book of Luke, the Messiah who has arrived in Jesus Christ is first and foremost a prophet. 

As I said on the first Sunday of Advent, in Christ, God comes to us in History, in Mystery, and in Majesty. And in the four Gospel accounts, the authors each emphasize a different one of these, although all three can be found in each. Sometimes the Messiah is a King, coming in Majesty to set human thrones aside. Sometimes the Messiah is a Savior, coming in Mystery to forgive sins and defeat death. 

But for Luke, who begins his book as “an orderly account of the events that have been fulfilled among us,” the focus is primarily on History. And so the Messiah is a Prophet, come to remind us of God’s presence, of God’s activity, of how God turns human history into God’s story.

And so Luke begins with pregnancies and parents and prophets. These pregnancies themselves, like all pregnancies everywhere to some extent, are embodied prophecies, living instances of hope and promise. A barren woman unexpectedly expecting well past her years of motherhood. A young virgin impossibly expecting by the grace of God. These events themselves are so telling that no words are necessary, and in fact, Elizabeth’s husband Zechariah is silenced by the angel Gabriel, as if to remind him and us that God’s work does not require our interpretation and manipulation, our planning and our perfecting. God is at work and God is in control, and our plans and priorities will take a back seat. If parenthood in his old age won’t convince Zechariah of this, maybe 9 months of silence will. It is only after Mary’s song, after Elizabeth gives birth, after John is named, that Zechariah’s silence ends and he breaks forth with his own song, declaring that God’s plans are good enough for him.

Meanwhile, Mary receives the angel Gabriel with the open guileless trusting hope of the young, simply saying, “Let it be.” For this trust, Elizabeth declares, Mary will be praised throughout the ages, blessed throughout the world, and has the embodiment of hope already growing inside her.

These babies, John and Jesus, will both grow, as babies do, and become something amazing. They will surpass their parents’ expectations, and they will bring grief to the women who carried them. These women, who stand here today with hope and joy on their lips will someday witness the brutal death of these children at the hands of corrupt and violent regimes. And again, their prophetic lives will bear witness to the harsh truths of human power, abused and misused for power’s sake.

But here at the beginning of Luke, it is all about the God who shows up in history, who comes with words and deeds of prophecy, whose very birth is itself prophetic, showing us that God can and will come to us where and when we least expect it. We are not in control, and we encounter that truth in our daily lives, through the unexpected ways that God shows up. Through the joy we inexplicably receive when we give of ourselves, when we share what we have, when we become for someone else the embodiment of hope.

So Mary sings what her body lives, and Zechariah echoes her song at the birth of John, and Simeon in a couple weeks will sing his prophecies as well, on encountering the baby Jesus in the Temple. And all these songs, all these births, and even their ultimate deaths, tell us the truths that the prophets have sung for centuries: 

God is in control, and God’s priorities are not ours. 

And though we will try to manipulate and interpret, to make our own plans and bring our own power to bear, to make history reflect human priorities, though we will build higher walls and rehearse the stories of insider privilege, and though we will place tyrants on thrones and think proud thoughts and hoard wealth and neglect the widows and orphans and aliens who turn to us for help, God is busy coming into this world, being born in every time and place, bringing God’s unexpected mercy and God’s steadfast love into being

Mary is the embodiment of God’s already and not yet, a continuation of the long line of God’s prophets. Mary’s song, sung in the past tense, is about the God who has always been up to this exact thing. Always been coming to God’s people and blessing them, down through the ages, always giving the hope that comes with new life. 

And Mary’s body, Mary’s very being as the Mother of God, is about the God who is always going to come to us, always looking to be born into this world, to embody the hope and blessing, the assurance that we are in fact not in control, and this is indeed good news.

December 16

Sisters and Brothers, Grace and Peace to you from God our Father, and from our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. 

Or, if you prefer John’s way of greeting the congregation as he begins his sermon, “You brood of vipers!” 

It certainly grabs the audience’s attention!

These poor people have just come 20 miles, walked all day, dropped from 3000 feet above sea level to 1000 feet below sea level, and they will have to walk back. And this is how they are greeted. “You brood of vipers! Who told you to flee from the wrath to come?!” 

And before they can formulate their answer, before the can form their justification, which was about to be “But what wrath? We’re children of Abraham!” He cuts them off. Before the words have even formed on their lips. “Do not even begin to say, don’t come at me with, ‘We have Abraham as our ancestor.’” 

To be very clear, this is not just an off-hand comment. This is a game-changer. Regardless of who you are in ancient Israel, Abraham is the basis of your identity. Whether you are a Pharisee, committed to perfect adherence to the law of Moses, or whether you are just an everyday schmo, tending the fields and only going to the Temple when it’s required, Abraham is everything. The covenant with Abraham is everything. Through Abraham, God was determined to make a great nation, and if you are a Jew, you are that nation. If you are a Jew, you are an heir to God’s promise of blessing. 

And here is John, calling that into question. Wrath is coming, he says. Judgement is coming, he claims. The ax is lying at the root of the tree, and being a child of Abraham is not going to be enough.

Which is going to be shocking news to the crowds gathered there to hear John. No wonder he wound up in prison and then beheaded. His message is not a popular one. But the people of Israel are not the only ones to believe that their ancestry was enough to save them, enough to make them special, enough to set them apart as God’s only beloved people.

180 years ago today, another people who believed they had been set apart as God’s beloved people won a major victory.

In the 1830s, 5000 Afrikaners, descendants of Dutch settlers in the South African Cape, left the Cape Colony, taking with them the people they called their “clients.” These were, in fact, slaves, the descendants of the local KhoiKhoi and San tribes that had lived in the Cape for thousands of years. The British had recently taken control of the Cape Colony, about the same time they had abolished slavery throughout the British empire. These Afrikaners were determined to keep their slaves, and so they set out in wagons that looked very much like the ones that left here for Oregon during the American Westward Expansion. These Voortrekkers, as they are now known, were intent on establishing their own colonies in the African interior, and they eventually spread throughout Southern Africa into Namibia and Rhodesia. But it started with about 5000 people, men, women, and children, straggling out into the vast empty wilderness. 

Except that it wasn’t empty wilderness. It was settled land. It was home to bands of nomadic hunter-gatherers, KhoiKhoi and San, but more than that, it was the settled land of tribes of Bantu-speaking peoples, including the Zulu kingdom, a nation that had been founded by Shaka Zulu and was now run by his heir, Dingaan. And Dingaan and his people were not interested in sharing their land with these outsiders.

Over the next several years, amid skirmishes, attempted peace treaties, and perceived betrayals on both sides, many of the white families were killed and their cattle and sheep taken.History has not seen fit to report how many Africans died in these years.

Finally, in December of 1838, an Afrikaner commando militia of 500 men, along with 2 cannons and at least 500 guns, trekked toward the heart of the Zulu Kingdom, on the southeast coast of South Africa, near present-day Durban. About 300 miles from the coast, they created a laager, lashing their wagons together in a circle to form a strong defensive position on the banks of the Ncome River. 

The next day, December 16, 1838169539-050-dfe23e42, a huge Zulu force of over 10,000 attacked. They were armed only with spears. They were met by cannon and rifle fire. When they finally retreated, they left over 3000 dead behind. The Afrikaners lost not a single man of their 500. The Battle of Blood River, so-named for the waters that ran red that day, was the beginning of the end for the Zulu Kingdom, which soon split and disintegrated under further pressure from Afrikaner settlers.

The Afrikaners took their victory as evidence, not of the superiority of rifles over spears or cannons over barefoot warriors; rather, they took it as evidence of God’s favor for their cause. They took it as confirmation that God approved of their actions, that God had destined this land for them, that God had chosen them to subdue and civilize the savages. This story became their foundational story, and the retelling of it was used to justify and reinforce Apartheid over 100 years later. 

December 16 was a national holiday for the ruling Afrikaners, and was called Dingaan’s Day, just to remind the defeated African people of their disgraced king. Later it became known as the Day of the Covenant. Because they believed that they had a new covenant, a mandate from God to slaughter the Zulu people and their neighbors, to steal their land, and to establish their own White African nation.

I would not want to equate the deeds of white South Africans before and during Apartheid with the crowds that stand in front of John the Baptist in the wilderness of the Jordan. The Jewish people have been, through most of their history, the victims of the kind of bigotry and hatred that led to Apartheid and the Holocaust and the Atlantic Slave Trade and a long list of other atrocities. But John’s message to them is the same message that was lost on so many down through the years: 

God is in the business of bringing blessing, yes. Of claiming God’s children, absolutely. Of making covenants, even. But God’s blessing of Abraham was not for Abraham. It was for all nations. Abraham was blessed so that all nations of the world would be blessed through him. 

Blessed to be a blessing.

This is what we so often miss in God’s blessings. And in missing this, we create for ourselves mythologies of being blessed-er than thou.We stake our righteousness, our identity, on our own sense of who we are, and we forget who we have been made by God to be. Afrikaners in South Africa, Aryan nationalists in Nazi Germany, white slavers in the American South, the Ottomans in Armenia, Hutus in Rwanda, the settlers of the American West, it has happened over and over again throughout history. We buy in to a belief that God has favored us, our people, over and above others, and we claim those blessings for ourselves. We read wealth and worldly success as signs of God’s favor, and we forget what God’s first covenant stipulated. “In you, all the families of the earth shall be blessed.” 

This is what John calls the crowds back to, there in the wilderness. Blessed to be a blessing. 

God’s promise does not depend on our actions. We are not blessed because we do anything. We are blessed, simply because God loves us. But being blessed, our question becomes, along with the crowds, “What then should we do?” 

The fact is, we who sit in this room are among the most blessed people in the world, if we use the measures of wealth, power, access, and privilege. But none of that is proof of anything other than an accident of our birth. 

What then should we do? 

John’s answer is clear. The terms of God’s covenant are clear. Having been so blessed, we are to use our blessings to bless others. Our wealth, our power, our privilege is to be used to alleviate the suffering of others. We are to share our comfort, and to use our access to advocate for those who do not have access. 

Last week, John proclaimed, in the words of Isaiah, that “Every valley shall be filled, and every mountain and hill shall be made low.” God has promised to make smooth paths through our wilderness. Yet we humans insist on building mountains, and setting ourselves on top of them, building fortresses in which to horde our blessings, our privilege, our sense of self-importance, while outside our neighbors suffer and beg for the scraps from our tables. We focus on human community, defined in human terms, by the blessings we most value: Race, ethnicity, nationality, class, denomination, politics; we build walls of every stripe, determined to be right, to be proven worthy, to earn God’s blessing, for our community.

But this week, John reminds us what God’s community looks like. What God’s covenant looks like. Whether it is the covenant with Abraham or with Moses, or with David, or the New Covenant that was established through Christ. 

God’s covenant always points us toward one another. 

God’s covenant always leads us to ask, what then should we do? 

How should we be with one another?

Since 1990, Apartheid has been history in South Africa. But the mythologies, the stories and beliefs that made Apartheid possible, those endure. And in the early days of their new nation, the people had to decide what to do with December 16. Abolish it completely? Or transform it? Finally it was decided that it would be kept as a public holiday, “with the purpose of fostering reconciliation and national unity.” 

The first meeting of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission took place on December 16, 1995. Since then, December 16 has become the Day of Reconciliation, and it has been used to celebrate the many minorities of South Africa, as well as promote equality between all, regardless of ethnicity, race, religion, or gender.

What then should we do? The story of December 16 is a good start. Reconciliation. Turning toward one another. If you have more than you need, build a longer table, not a higher wall. John challenges the crowds to return to the path that God is building for us through the wilderness, the path of right relationship with God and with one another.

The problem is, we will always want to believe that this path is the prerequisite. We always re-tell the story as an if-then. What then should we do, we ask, so that God will love us? What then should we do, we wonder, in order to win God’s favor, in order to be considered a child of God, in order to be raised up as God’s child. 

But our story, the story that matters more than any story about where we came from, our story is the story of the God who comes to us, regardless of where we are from. The Word of God that came to John in the wilderness was a game-changer. John dismissed human stories claiming that God would only, could only, work through the children of Abraham. Instead, John told us God’s story. God can raise up children of Abraham from the stones. 

And God has. 

From the stones of our hearts, the stones of our fortress walls, God has raised up children of Abraham, children of God’s covenant, children of God’s story, those who seek relationship and reconciliation, rather than privilege and separation. 

God has chosen us, raised us up, named us and claimed us as God’s own, while we were yet sinners, while we were yet placing our trust in stories of our own superiority, while we were yet shutting ourselves off, God has come to us, in the prophets, in the wilderness, in the Word made flesh, in a baby in a manger, in our baptisms, in the body and blood of Christ,and claimed us for a different story,for God’s story. The story of those blessed to be a blessing.

Rules for Wilderness Living

In the 15th year of the reign of Emperor Tiberius, when Pontius Pilate was governor of Judea, and Herod was ruler of Galilee, during the priesthood of Caiaphas and Annas, the word of God…

came to John, son of Zechariah. 

The Word of God, which we would expect to go to the halls of power, instead, skipped over Rome, bypassed Jerusalem, circumvented Caesarea, sidestepped the Temple, dodged the kings, princes, priests and powers of the day, and came to John, son of Zechariah, a simple village priest from a small town in the hills of Judea. 

In the 15th year of his reign, Emperor Tiberius, himself considered a god-figure for the empire, received no message from the Lord. Pilate’s fax machine was silent. Herod and Philip’s inbox was empty. Annas and Caiaphas did not receive any visitations from the Angel Gabriel. In fact, none of the important people that we would expect to receive such an important thing as the Word of God, did. 

But the Word of God did show up in mightily unexpected places, such as on the lips of an unmarried teenage girl in the family way, in a small town in the middle of nowhere; such as in the song of a formerly deaf and mute priest whose wife was barren until her old age; such as to this priest’s son, now grown and living away from the towns, away from the cities, away from the halls of power and the institutions of empire and religion. In the wilderness.

In the wilderness.

My understanding of wilderness has changed some this year. Having spent some time in the wilderness of South Africa, at the far southern end of the Great Rift Valley that stretches almost from Johannesburg to the Jordan, I have a new appreciation for this word, wilderness. For the deep-seated relationship that we humans have to wilderness. There is something about hearing the roar of a lion hunting in the night less than a mile off. Even when you know there is a fence. That roar connects with something visceral in you, shivering up your spine, setting off ancient alarms in your nerves. Wilderness day does not exactly soothe this feeling. There are thorns the size of human fingers, bull elephants with huge tusks walking past your car, crocodiles and hippos in every waterhole.

The brush is so thick and exactly the right height and color, so that even large animals like elephants, giraffes, and water buffalo are not visible a few yards away. You cannot see them until it is too late to avoid them, and you wonder at the animals whose camouflage was so good that you missed them – cheetahs you didn’t see, just a few feet away, until someone pointed them out. You imagine what it would be like to walk through here, without the barely adequate protection of a car. Because for all the animals you can see, there are many that you’ve missed, leopards, snakes, insects, each one competing for its space in this landscape. And you have a new appreciation for the evolutionary work of our anxiety, a mental state bound to our DNA to keep our ancestors alert and alive in this environment, in this wilderness. 

My understanding of wilderness has changed some this year. Having spent some time deep down in grief. The first few weeks are a blur, I barely remember them. And even now, though I am mostly okay, unexpected things catch me off guard, and the wilderness of grief comes howling back. Baking a certain Christmas cookie, hanging a certain ornament, listening to John Denver and the Muppets sing carols. The smell of the hardware store and the automotive aisle got me last week – a smell that is my entire childhood. I had read about grief. I could talk about it thoughtfully and with a certain compassion. But I didn’t understand the wilderness of grief. Not until this year.

You have encountered the wilderness in your own way. I have walked with some of you in that wilderness. You have tread carefully through the thorns of relationships, have stumbled into the jaws of unexpected trouble, have cringed as dangers have passed much too close for comfort, or have cried as they plowed right through your life. You have spent sleepless nights feeding the anxiety that your wilderness ancestors planted in your DNA. You have lost it in Costco, or the library, or the car wash, or somewhere else that triggered your grief in unexpected ways. You know the wilderness. You have walked in it through days, weeks, seasons, maybe even lived in it for years.

The thing about the wilderness, whether it is the literal wilderness of the Jordan or Africa, or the figurative wilderness that we carry inside, the thing about the wilderness is, that it feels so lonely. It feels for all the world as if we were the first ever to inhabit this space. We stand in the wilderness and we can see the sun rising and setting and the sky stretching out overhead, and the only sound is the sound of the breeze,of the earth, of our own breath. We stand in our grief or our depression or our fear, in the wilderness inside, and the darkness closes around us. It can be hard to see where others have come alongside, where others have walked here before us, where others are reaching out to us. It can feel for all the world as if we are the only ones ever to have grieved, to have been afraid, to have stood in this wilderness. But the wilderness is littered with stories. Or rather, our stories are full of wilderness.

It was in the wilderness that Abram became Abraham and Sarai became Sarah, and together they found the Promised Land and became the parents of nations, nations through whom all nations would be blessed. 

It is in the wilderness that the people of Israel went from a loose band of freed slaves to a priestly nation. It took 40 years, a lot of complaining, and a change of personnel, but they came into the land of Canaan as God’s chosen people. 

It was in the wilderness that the Word of God came to Isaiah, Comfort O Comfort my people! A word of promise and return, a word of restoration and redemption. 

It was in the wilderness of the Jordan that the word of God came to John, son of Zechariah. 

And the word that came to John in the wilderness, as to Isaiah and Moses and Abram, as it comes to you in your wilderness, was a word of promise. It is the good news that, in fact, you are NOT alone. You are surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses, generations who have their own wilderness stories, stories to pass on to you, to encourage you, and to remind you of this fundamental fact: The wilderness is not the end of the story. It is the beginning. 

The wilderness is the preparation, the place where perhaps we hear God’s prompting a little more clearly, because we have escaped from the noise and crowds of Jerusalem. 

It is the place where we see the burning bush more clearly, because we have moved out of the circle of city lights. 

It is the place where we receive the word of God more readily, because we are so desperate for a voice in the silence. 

It is the place where our feet are pulled back to God’s path, because we are so far removed from the streets and roads and alleys of the world, and it becomes easier to see what is truly important. Food, water, shelter, warmth, sleep. And the company of other people.

These are the priorities of the wilderness. Whether you are on the African savannah or coping with your grief. This is how you get through the wilderness – food, water, shelter, warmth, sleep. And the company of other people.

These wilderness experiences, from Biblical stories to now, have so often been the experiences that lead us back to God. Back to God’s intent for us. This is what John is crying out in the wilderness, “Repent!” Turn!, Come Back! Come back to what God has always called us to. To one another. Let go of the distractions, the greed, the power-grabbing. Stop chasing after security and feeding fear. Turn! Come Back! Return to the path that God has prepared for us in the wilderness. Return to the way of the Lord. 

Of course, we so often look for our own way, figuring that we know our wilderness best, or figuring that God would not want to bother with wilderness paths. Wilderness, after all, is no place for God, we think. Like Tiberius and Pilate and their contemporaries, we expect that God will be in the cities and towns and halls of power. 

But God has a history of finding God’s people in the wilderness. Of accompanying God’s people through the wilderness. Of leading us as a pillar of smoke by day and a pillar of fire by night, through the wilderness. Of making straight our paths and smoothing our rough places, through the wilderness. 

We would take highway T through the wilderness, over hills and through valleys, fording streams and skirting drop-offs. We would hike this solitary path, why? To show our moxie, to demonstrate our courage, to prove ourselves to be rugged individuals, capable of doing it ourselves, like a toddler pushing away from her parents, only to tumble and skin a knee. 

But what God wants us to hear, in our wilderness, the reason that God comes to us in the wilderness, that God sends Abram and Moses and Isaiah and John, and the reason that God then comes to us God’s self, as God’s own Son, is because we do not have to do it ourself. We do not have to prove anything. We do not have to walk this wilderness alone. The way of the Lord fills the valleys and lowers the hills, straightens the curves and smooths the bumps. Like an interstate highway, I-44, opening the way before us. 

And the way of the Lord is relationship.
The way of the Lord is one another.
The way of the Lord, the law of God, is the community. Other people.
God has filled the valleys and lowered the hills, with the Body of Christ, the people who would walk this wilderness with you, holding you hand, wiping your tears, sitting in the automotive aisle with you while you reminisce, filling that wilderness with warmth, shelter, food, drink, laughter, joy, and love. Until it doesn’t really look like a wilderness at all, but like a community.

In the 242nd year of the United States, in the 45th presidency, in the 115th Congress, in the 41st year of the Star Wars films, in the first days of the new bridge in Washington, the Word of God came to the people of Peace Lutheran in the wilderness. 

In your wilderness. The Word of God comes to you, calling you to the way of the Lord. You are not alone in this wilderness. You do not have to blaze your own trail through. God has prepared a path, a path that is filled with fellow travelers. 

This Too Shall Pass Away

Each year the first gospel reading for Advent is a vision of destruction and desolation. This year it is from the Gospel of Luke. Jesus, in his final days on earth, predicts a coming time of fear and distress. To the people who first heard this discourse, sitting around Jesus in the Temple, surrounded by Roman guards and occupied by a Roman army, it was perhaps not too difficult to imagine the kind of fear and distress that he was talking about. For Luke’s original audience, such horrifying, earth-shattering calamity was all too easy to imagine. They had seen it, many with their own eyes, when the Temple was torn down and Jerusalem destroyed by Roman troops. Their own contemporaries had committed mass suicide at Masada rather than surrender to the Roman troops that besieged the city. Thousands upon thousands of their people had died between the years 66 and 73 during the First Jewish-Roman War. They knew what it meant to see people faint from fear and foreboding. Even outside of the wars and occupation, life was no guarantee for these people. A bad harvest, an accident with a horse, even a bad cold could lay them low. Their life expectancy was short, infant mortality was high, and death was the most certain thing in life. They understood the impermanence of things, so when Jesus told them that “heaven and earth will pass away,” they nodded, they understood.

We, on the other hand, have just enjoyed a nice long weekend, played cards with the family, stuffed ourselves stupid with pie and maybe done a little Christmas shopping from the comfort of our pajamas. We’re feeling festive and content, and here comes Jesus with people fainting and nations confused and powers shaken. It’s a bit jarring. But it seems that the committee that assigned the reading for our lectionary cycle is out of step with the mood of the holiday season. Or they want to give us a little splash, or maybe a bucket, of cold water in the face to wake us up, to pull us out of our turkey coma and remind us that nothing, not even our sated sense of holiday happy, can last. Everything, as Jesus reminds us, will pass away. Nothing can be taken for granted.

As if we really need such a reminder. Just turn on the news to be reminded of all that the world is doing to pull down peace and push us into the fear and distress that Jesus describes. There is distress among confused nations, and people are fainting or nearly so from fear and foreboding of what is coming upon the world. People are walking thousands of miles to escape the fear and foreboding only to be met by more fear and foreboding. Fear and foreboding could easily describe the feelings of parents dropping their children off at school in this time of mass shooting. Fear and foreboding is certainly how I hear the mothers of black sons describe worrying about what might happen should they happen to “fit the description” of someone the police are looking for. Fear and foreboding is a way of life for many of our neighbors.

So I hardly need the lectionary committee to give me a nudge, or to remind me of the impermanence of things. Many of us are fearful because we see the world changing. Our parents’ and grandparents’ way of life, our own way of life, is disappearing in a world that is changing much too quickly, moving beyond the modern and Digital age into something unrecognizable. The nation is changing, the values we thought were rock-solid are shifting, even identity is becoming murky and vague, and we do not recognize the world around us as our own, as something we belong to. Societies and cultures and values and ways of life will pass away.

Some of us are fearful because the world is not changing quickly enough. We had taken some steps forward, moving into our vision for the future of our town, our nation, our world. And now we fear as the pendulum swings and we find our work undone, our progress unravelling, worrying that the next swing of the pendulum will not be soon enough or far enough for those on the margins, those most vulnerable to the whims of the powerful and the consequences of delayed action. Even progress and change are impermanent, even these things will pass away.

But these things are big, the things of powers and principalities, the work of nations, out of our hands in many ways. Maybe we had a quick conversation about these things at Thanksgiving dinner, but then quickly switched the subject because it was not cheerful or it was too divisive. These things are important, but there are impermanences closer to home that truly hold us captive. That truly make us faint with fear, and cause the distress that wakes us at 3 a.m. to fret and worry. The impermanence of us, of the people we love, of the plans we make, of the impact our lives, our stories, have on the people we meet, the communities where we live, the families and friends we leave when we pass on. These are the conversations that we dwell on at Thanksgiving gatherings, the topics that really make up our lives, our stories, our hearts. 

The stories of relationships that always seemed so firm but have faltered: the mother and daughter who were once inseparable and yet have not spoken for 2 years and one doesn’t know why and the other won’t say; Or the marriage that looked perfect to everyone, seemingly made for each other, but is falling apart and no one can say quite what changed, only that it is over. These too will pass away.

The stories of plans so carefully made that have crumbled: my colleague in Seattle who went from high school to college to seminary to 40 years of faithful ministry to retirement at 65, and on his celebratory holiday became a quadriplegic in the blink of an eye, a freak accident, and now in a wheelchair for the rest of his life; the man who worked so hard all his life, 60 hour weeks and all-nighters, earning his retirement so he can travel and enjoy the earned rest, only to be diagnosed a year or two into retirement with ALS or cancer. These plans too will pass away.

The young man with a young family who suddenly faces a year of surgeries and chemo, fighting for his life. The young woman full of promise, bright with life and light, now dulled and drained by addiction and mental illness. The disappointments and daily struggles of jobs lost, of vacations cancelled, of dreams slipping away. These are the stories we dwell on over dinner, the stories that break our hearts and hold us captive to fear, wondering how we would handle it, if we could cope, what we will do when the other shoe drops, when impermanence pays us a visit, when these things that seemed like all our world, these things, too, pass away. 

These are our Advent stories. Our Advent lives.

We are Advent people. Living Advent lives. Longing, waiting, yearning for something certain, something that will give us a foundation to stand on when everything else is shaking.

But the days are surely coming, says the Lord, when I will fulfill the promise. The days are surely coming. The days of promise. The days of restoration. Your redemption is drawing near. 

Because, Jesus tells us, while all of these things will pass away, there is one thing that stands firm, one thing that will never pass away. 

The Word of God. 

The Word of God will never pass away. This is the same Word of God that brought light from darkness in the beginning, the same Word of God that brought creation out of the formless void. The same Word of God that saw everything that God had made and named it as good. 

These things will pass away, but the Word of God will not pass away.

This is the same Word of God that Jeremiah brought to the people of Exile, people dragged across a desert, away from their home and their land. These people in Exile saw the line of David extinguished, their hope destroyed. But the Word of God came to them in Exile, and brought a righteous branch for David from the stump of Jesse. The Word of God breathed new life into the bones of Israel, and brought them out of exile. 

All things will pass away, but the Word of God will not pass away.

This is the same Word of God that has been born, is born, will be born in Bethlehem. The light that appears in our darkness. The God who comes to us, in history, and in mystery, and in majesty. 

I don’t know who first said that phrase, that God comes to us in history and mystery and majesty. But it is so well suited to the season of Advent. 

We live in history, and we long for God to meet us here, in real, concrete ways, in ways that we can comprehend. In ways that meet our fear and foreboding. We are Advent people, longing for the God who comes into history, in a manger, born to a woman, to live among us. 

At the same time, God remains mystery, other, unknowable, and that is what we need as well. We need the God who we know best by knowing others, by encountering the ways that others cannot be known. We long for the God who is our connection to the mystery within our own hearts, and to the mystery of our loved ones, and the mysteries of the universe, as we stand in the midwinter darkness and gaze out into the cosmos, and feel how small we truly are.

And we need the majesty of God, the knowledge that, in all the ways that we are small, God is big. In all the ways that we are not in control, God is taking charge. In all the ways that we are impermanent, God is forever. 

All these things will pass away, but the Word of God will not pass away.

History, Mystery, Majesty.

We are Advent people. All year round. We live in the tension between the important and the impermanent – navigating daily the ways in which what looms so large on our personal horizons, the things that are in our lives the sun and the moon, the heavens and the earth, these things will pass away.

And we gather here each week to encounter the One whose Word will never pass away. The One to whom we belong, who has named and claimed us, and who comes to us each week, In History, Mystery, and Majesty.

Here each week, we encounter God in History, in the tangible elements of water, wine, and wheat. 

Here each week, we encounter God in Mystery, through the sacraments, the water, wine, and word that deliver God’s promises, and in the shared Word of Scripture and liturgy, and through the community that is, somehow, in a way that we cannot understand or explain, the Body of Christ.

Here each week, we encounter God in Majesty, through the Lord’s Prayer, in which we surrender our own will to God’s control – Thy will be done; 

and through the Confession and Forgiveness, in which we acknowledge that we are unable to live up to God’s ideal, and receive God’s promise of forgiveness; and through the sacraments, the water, wine, and word that mysteriously bring the Kingdom of God to us, and send us out as ambassadors of Christ for this world.

The impertinent impermanence of this world leaves us breathless, fearful, shaken, confused, Advent people, longing and anxious. But God has come, is coming, will come, in History, and Mystery, and Majesty, bringing God’s Word, new life, restoration, redemption, drawing us out of the Advent darkness into the light and hope of Incarnation and even Resurrection. Into God’s story, the story, into the story that is now your story, the story of the Word of God, which will never pass away.