I know it has been a good long while, my friends, and for that, I apologize. But, I have returned. The truth be told, it has been a rough several months. The following is what I have written to help make sense of the rough seas my wife, Cari, and I have traveled lately:
Behold, the Mystery of Faith:
Christ has died. Christ is risen. Christ will come again.
When we say these words, we are confessing that we don't have it figured out.
Embrace the Mystery.
My biggest concern is that I will always reject the mystery of the skies by staring at the pavement and getting lost in the concrete nature of it all.
Sure, incarnation is flesh, but it is equally mystery.
What does one do with the unexplained? The unexplained, the unanswered questions, leave us dry and hurting. Spinning our wheels. The rejection, the betrayal we feel. The end of one kind of life. The clear "No." The voices of judgment that ring so loudly in our head with the fiery voice of Satan.
Recently, I was kicked to the curb. The end of a dream. Broken relationships. Recognition of my own sin and my own culpability in the hurt of God's community, of God's world. What St. Paul or St. John might call "sins" with a lower case s, extensions of the greater "Sin," that is, unbelief.
Acting in unbelief. Wounding God's people. Wounding myself. Sin. sins.
Forgiveness, reconciliation, reparation. All things that do not take time for our sacred Lord. These things, you will find, DO take time for human people.
And in all of the dirty, raw, bloody, sinful fleshiness of it all, Christ is present.
It was the Evangelical community of my childhood that taught me to deeply love the Christian Scriptures and God. It was the Lutheran community that taught me to deeply love Christ, his Gospel, and gave me the theological foundation to live and proclaim Christ to the broken world.
But, admittedly, neither of these communities gave me language or insight enough to deeply love the Mystery of Faith.
My brother-in-law, a wise, gentle soul named Kyle, has talked with me about mystery. We sat at my dining room table in Philadelphia and talked about mystery and its powerful, haunting, and grace-filled reality in our lives. What Kyle helps me to see is that there is GRACE in mystery. There is GOSPEL in mystery.
Mystery often makes me feel abandoned by God.
My recognition of the mystery often comes along, unfortunately, after I have been hurt or after I have hurt someone else, when some crisis has arisen, or when something has just gone horribly wrong in my life or in the lives of those I love.
As Brennan Manning (RIP) will remind us, "All is grace. If the things we do and say are not rooted in the grace of Jesus then all we have is a bunch of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
Sound + Fury = Nothing.
The grace comes in. It is is non-formulaic and it is shrouded in Mystery, BUT, not just in any mystery...this isn't Sherlock Holmes.
This Mystery is the Mystery of Faith. It is the Mystery in the breaking of the bread, the gulp of wine, and in the splash of water.
It is the Mystery in the forgiveness offered to you when you know you are a total shit and you don't deserve it.
It is the Mystery of the rich, liturgical numinous.
It is the Mystery as your beautiful wife, Cari, stands at your side on your wedding day and speaks the deepest love and grace you have ever experienced into your frightened, ashamed, broken heart. It is the Grace of Christ, making us whole again.
It is the Mystery of unexplained things. The beauty of creation. The chill of fall.
Young people have visions.
Old people dream dreams.
I am leaving the Lutheran community, just as I left the evangelical community of my childhood. I will recover. But it will take time.
In the meantime, I will wear my Episcopal Service Cross, love my wife, and embrace the Mystery.
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Why I Left Facebook: "You Always Hurt the Ones You Love"
"Kindness is a beautiful human attribute. When we say, 'She is a kind person' or 'He surely was kind to me,' we express a very warm feeling. In our competitive and often violent world, kindness is not the most frequent response. But when we encounter it we know that we are blessed. Is it possible to grow in kindness, to become a kind person? Yes, but it requires discipline. To be kind means to treat another person as your 'kin,' your intimate relative. We say, 'We are kin' or 'He is next of kin.' To be kind is to reach out to someone as being of 'kindred' spirit.
Here is the great challenge: All people, whatever their color, religion, or sex, belong to humankind and are called to be kind to one another, treating one another as brothers and sisters. There is hardly a day in our lives in which we are not called to this." ~Henri Nouwen from Bread for the Journey: A Daybook of Wisdom and Faith
Dialogue from Ash Wednesday 2011
Josiah: I'm thinking about giving up smoking for Lent.
Josiah's Pastor: Oh really? That's nice.
J: I think so. I mean, isn't that an obvious one?
P: I don't know, Joe. How about you give up being an asshole, instead?
J: (In a bit of shock) Are you serious??
P: Totally.
The Actual Blog Post
Good morning, friends!
So, I have a confession to make:
Sometimes, I am a boxer. I know it sounds too badass to be true, ESPECIALLY for me, but it's true. I like to imagine my pale, awkwardly shaped, nerdy body being tansformed into a cut, fit weapon. I am dripping sweat and bouncing around in shorts and gloves, with that familiar look of bloodlust in my eyes.
You will notice I used the word "familiar." Sadly, this is true. Raging Bull becomes Raging Theologian, or really, just Raging Christian.
One of my mentors and dearly loved professors in college, Dr. Jon Case (the Dark Lord of Theology, as I like to call him), was known for ALWAYS saying things that hit you in the gut. Case would refer to these moments as "a chicken bone caught in the throat." You can't exactly explain what it was you experienced or why you felt that way, but you knew you were deeply affected, and oftentimes, you found that your life would begin to change. One such moment was in our Christianity and Postmodernism class. Case told us that Christian theologians are "taught to go down swinging." He concluded his mini-sermon (he IS a pastor, after all) by saying that this "does VIOLENCE to the Gospel."
Christian people fighting? Christian people doing violence to the Gospel of Jesus Christ?
Wait....that's us.
That's you!
That's...me!
If it is NOT you, and you don't identify as a Christian person, then I am SURE you have witnessed and/or experienced a Christian behaving like a boxer.
(Chicken bone lodges itself in throat)
But...wait...what ARE we fighting about? WHY are we fighting? WHO are we fighting?
In the words of Conor Oberst from Bright Eyes, "Let's Not Sh*t Ourselves." We are fighting because we want to be right. We are fighting because we HONESTLY BELIEVE that we ARE right and, as logic would have it, EVERYONE else is WRONG.
So, strap on those boxing gloves, Christian people!
CONFESSION TIME:
I have a temper. I come from a long and deep Scotch (not the drink, the people) heritage. As a Scotsman, when I am bothered (bothered is such a nice word, isn't it?), a fierce William Wallace drenched in drunken anger and smeared in body paint tries to crawl out of my skin. I am an actor, so I have a flair for the theatrical and the dramatic. I am vocally trained, so my deep voice projects quite well. When I yell, I am loud. When I curse, it is colorful, offensive, and wounding.
You see, I carry my own swords around in my mouth. There's something about that in the Bible somewhere, isn't there?
There is a train that I jump on, and before anyone else can jump on and join me, I have left the station. And that train moves QUICKLY. It goes and goes and goes and JUST. DOESN'T. STOP. Ask Cari. She has tried to catch that train numerous times. God Almighty, I am indebted to Cari's graciousness!
My confession to God and to you, the good people of the Blog, is that I need help. I am not a kind person, by nature. I am an angry, temperamental, self-righteous, arrogant ASSHOLE. I came into this world an ASSHOLE and I will most likely die an ASSHOLE.
You might think that rather theatrical paragraph I just typed (see directly above) is ridiculous. But, I am okay with confessing that I'm an asshole. I am okay with this confession because of something the "good doctor" Martin Luther calls Simul Justus et Peccator. This is a Latin phrase that means, literally, simultaneously justified and sinner. Or, as we like to say in Lutheran circles, simultaneously Sinner and Saint. Because of the Cross and Resurrection of Jesus Christ, and by virtue of our baptism, we are constantly living in that tension between Sinner and Saint. And THAT is the Gospel. As Charles Spurgeon once said (paraphrase), "If your sin is small, then your Savior will be small. If your sin is great, then your Savior must be great to save you from it."
So yes, I am an asshole.
But, God is good.
God knows and sees that I am an asshole and yet, God calls me righteous. We call this GRACE. It is something I NEED and something I am absolutely addicted to! I HIGHLY recommend reading Rev. Nadia Bolz-Weber's spiritual memoir, Pastrix: The Cranky, Beautiful Faith of a Sinner and Saint or Pastor Jay Bakker's book, Fall To Grace, if you have any questions about what Grace looks like played out in our lives. Or you could read Kierkegaard. There's also Luther (of COURSE). But...there's also St. Augustine of Hippo (Luther WAS a Catholic monk AND we Lutherans ARE an Augustinian Tradition, after all). But...most importantly...there's the Scriptures. Ya know...the writings of St. Paul...particularly Galatians and Romans...and also...you can thumb through the Gospel accounts again.
Let the words of Jesus soak into your skin and deliver grace like a care package to your wounded, seething, raging, broken heart.
So, yes, I'm an asshole. Vicar Josiah is a big ol' asshole. And THAT sin of mine (yes, it IS SIN and no, I will NOT apologize for using that word. I am an Augustinian Christian after all.) has been the root of MANY other sins and problems in my life. I have wounded the ones I love very deeply.
You know that song, "You Always Hurt the Ones You Love?" Well, in the Derek Cianfrance fillm, Blue Valentine, Ryan Gosling's character Dean sings it to great and GOOFY effect, strumming away on the ukulele and directing his singing towards a lovely tap-dancing Michelle Williams...the very woman he loves...the very woman he will deeply hurt. Blue Valentine, as a film, is the PERFECT and tragic example of people's deep sin uprooting and destroying something beautiful and good, Relationship.
In the days leading up to World War II, a very young pastor and theologian, Dietrich Bonhoeffer, wrote what I think is his masterpiece. It's called Life Together and it is an examination of Christians living together in community. If you have NOT read this book, just do it. Stop making excuses. Treat yourself. Just go do it.
If I were to write a companion piece to this book, I would call it, Life Apart. My book would be about how Bonhoeffer's plea for Christian community which is entirely rooted in the message and mission of the Gospel has been wounded by Christians who spend a great deal of their time using Facebook. The newly elected bishop of my synod, Rev. John Macholz, says that "Church people need to learn how to use Facebook as a tool instead of letting Facebook turn Church people into a bunch of tools!" Oversharing. Airing dirty laundry. Starting fights. Exposing secrets. Manipulating entire communities. All of this, and more, happens on Facebook daily.
Facebook: Making Tools out of People Since 2003.
NOW, let me be clear:
I am NOT Anti-Facebook! I think Social Media is, as Rev. Macholz would say, a wonderful tool IF used appropriately and responsibly (whatever THAT means). There are several Christian leaders who are very gifted at guiding the Church through responsible ways of using the gift of Social Media to tell our stories and connect with the world, because of the Gospel. One of those people is Rev. Keith Anderson. Please look him up and read his stuff! He has good words for you culturally savvy Christian nerdlings!
I left Facebook because I'm an asshole. I left Facebook because the shit that other people spread makes me want to spread shit. I left Facebook because you always hurt the ones you love. It makes me jealous. It makes me angry. It leaves me with a permanent lump in my throat. It makes me fight with other people who I have never met. It makes me do violence to the Gospel.
It forces me into a corner and hands me boxing gloves.
Shit...I'm a boxer again.
The Lutheran doctrine of Theology of the Cross (theologia crucis) indicates that "God ALWAYS shows up in the last place you would EVER reasonably think to look." A prime example of this would be the Cross. So, if theology of the Cross is like, a legit thing then that means God is at work in Facebook and I am very grateful for that. But, God is also at work in our hearts, changing us and renewing us and allowing chicken bones to get caught in our throats, scaring us just enough to change us. Yeah. God's kind of a bastard sometimes.
I am literally watching Facebook destroy Christian community. Rev. Keith Anderson believes that Facebook is doing the exact opposite. Sometimes, I think Keith and I come from different worlds. Thank God for Keith and for his positive energy! I need that!
But, for now, Facebook is not a part of my life and, ya know what? It feels AMAZING! God is cleaning me out and making something new. I am TRYING to hang my boxing gloves up in my closet and LEAVE them there.
But...but....sometimes...they are just sooooo...red....and shiny...and awesome...and I just CAN'T resist them....
Here is the great challenge: All people, whatever their color, religion, or sex, belong to humankind and are called to be kind to one another, treating one another as brothers and sisters. There is hardly a day in our lives in which we are not called to this." ~Henri Nouwen from Bread for the Journey: A Daybook of Wisdom and Faith
Dialogue from Ash Wednesday 2011
Josiah: I'm thinking about giving up smoking for Lent.
Josiah's Pastor: Oh really? That's nice.
J: I think so. I mean, isn't that an obvious one?
P: I don't know, Joe. How about you give up being an asshole, instead?
J: (In a bit of shock) Are you serious??
P: Totally.
The Actual Blog Post
Good morning, friends!
So, I have a confession to make:
Sometimes, I am a boxer. I know it sounds too badass to be true, ESPECIALLY for me, but it's true. I like to imagine my pale, awkwardly shaped, nerdy body being tansformed into a cut, fit weapon. I am dripping sweat and bouncing around in shorts and gloves, with that familiar look of bloodlust in my eyes.
You will notice I used the word "familiar." Sadly, this is true. Raging Bull becomes Raging Theologian, or really, just Raging Christian.
One of my mentors and dearly loved professors in college, Dr. Jon Case (the Dark Lord of Theology, as I like to call him), was known for ALWAYS saying things that hit you in the gut. Case would refer to these moments as "a chicken bone caught in the throat." You can't exactly explain what it was you experienced or why you felt that way, but you knew you were deeply affected, and oftentimes, you found that your life would begin to change. One such moment was in our Christianity and Postmodernism class. Case told us that Christian theologians are "taught to go down swinging." He concluded his mini-sermon (he IS a pastor, after all) by saying that this "does VIOLENCE to the Gospel."
Christian people fighting? Christian people doing violence to the Gospel of Jesus Christ?
Wait....that's us.
That's you!
That's...me!
If it is NOT you, and you don't identify as a Christian person, then I am SURE you have witnessed and/or experienced a Christian behaving like a boxer.
(Chicken bone lodges itself in throat)
But...wait...what ARE we fighting about? WHY are we fighting? WHO are we fighting?
In the words of Conor Oberst from Bright Eyes, "Let's Not Sh*t Ourselves." We are fighting because we want to be right. We are fighting because we HONESTLY BELIEVE that we ARE right and, as logic would have it, EVERYONE else is WRONG.
So, strap on those boxing gloves, Christian people!
CONFESSION TIME:
I have a temper. I come from a long and deep Scotch (not the drink, the people) heritage. As a Scotsman, when I am bothered (bothered is such a nice word, isn't it?), a fierce William Wallace drenched in drunken anger and smeared in body paint tries to crawl out of my skin. I am an actor, so I have a flair for the theatrical and the dramatic. I am vocally trained, so my deep voice projects quite well. When I yell, I am loud. When I curse, it is colorful, offensive, and wounding.
You see, I carry my own swords around in my mouth. There's something about that in the Bible somewhere, isn't there?
There is a train that I jump on, and before anyone else can jump on and join me, I have left the station. And that train moves QUICKLY. It goes and goes and goes and JUST. DOESN'T. STOP. Ask Cari. She has tried to catch that train numerous times. God Almighty, I am indebted to Cari's graciousness!
My confession to God and to you, the good people of the Blog, is that I need help. I am not a kind person, by nature. I am an angry, temperamental, self-righteous, arrogant ASSHOLE. I came into this world an ASSHOLE and I will most likely die an ASSHOLE.
You might think that rather theatrical paragraph I just typed (see directly above) is ridiculous. But, I am okay with confessing that I'm an asshole. I am okay with this confession because of something the "good doctor" Martin Luther calls Simul Justus et Peccator. This is a Latin phrase that means, literally, simultaneously justified and sinner. Or, as we like to say in Lutheran circles, simultaneously Sinner and Saint. Because of the Cross and Resurrection of Jesus Christ, and by virtue of our baptism, we are constantly living in that tension between Sinner and Saint. And THAT is the Gospel. As Charles Spurgeon once said (paraphrase), "If your sin is small, then your Savior will be small. If your sin is great, then your Savior must be great to save you from it."
So yes, I am an asshole.
But, God is good.
God knows and sees that I am an asshole and yet, God calls me righteous. We call this GRACE. It is something I NEED and something I am absolutely addicted to! I HIGHLY recommend reading Rev. Nadia Bolz-Weber's spiritual memoir, Pastrix: The Cranky, Beautiful Faith of a Sinner and Saint or Pastor Jay Bakker's book, Fall To Grace, if you have any questions about what Grace looks like played out in our lives. Or you could read Kierkegaard. There's also Luther (of COURSE). But...there's also St. Augustine of Hippo (Luther WAS a Catholic monk AND we Lutherans ARE an Augustinian Tradition, after all). But...most importantly...there's the Scriptures. Ya know...the writings of St. Paul...particularly Galatians and Romans...and also...you can thumb through the Gospel accounts again.
Let the words of Jesus soak into your skin and deliver grace like a care package to your wounded, seething, raging, broken heart.
So, yes, I'm an asshole. Vicar Josiah is a big ol' asshole. And THAT sin of mine (yes, it IS SIN and no, I will NOT apologize for using that word. I am an Augustinian Christian after all.) has been the root of MANY other sins and problems in my life. I have wounded the ones I love very deeply.
You know that song, "You Always Hurt the Ones You Love?" Well, in the Derek Cianfrance fillm, Blue Valentine, Ryan Gosling's character Dean sings it to great and GOOFY effect, strumming away on the ukulele and directing his singing towards a lovely tap-dancing Michelle Williams...the very woman he loves...the very woman he will deeply hurt. Blue Valentine, as a film, is the PERFECT and tragic example of people's deep sin uprooting and destroying something beautiful and good, Relationship.
In the days leading up to World War II, a very young pastor and theologian, Dietrich Bonhoeffer, wrote what I think is his masterpiece. It's called Life Together and it is an examination of Christians living together in community. If you have NOT read this book, just do it. Stop making excuses. Treat yourself. Just go do it.
If I were to write a companion piece to this book, I would call it, Life Apart. My book would be about how Bonhoeffer's plea for Christian community which is entirely rooted in the message and mission of the Gospel has been wounded by Christians who spend a great deal of their time using Facebook. The newly elected bishop of my synod, Rev. John Macholz, says that "Church people need to learn how to use Facebook as a tool instead of letting Facebook turn Church people into a bunch of tools!" Oversharing. Airing dirty laundry. Starting fights. Exposing secrets. Manipulating entire communities. All of this, and more, happens on Facebook daily.
Facebook: Making Tools out of People Since 2003.
NOW, let me be clear:
I am NOT Anti-Facebook! I think Social Media is, as Rev. Macholz would say, a wonderful tool IF used appropriately and responsibly (whatever THAT means). There are several Christian leaders who are very gifted at guiding the Church through responsible ways of using the gift of Social Media to tell our stories and connect with the world, because of the Gospel. One of those people is Rev. Keith Anderson. Please look him up and read his stuff! He has good words for you culturally savvy Christian nerdlings!
I left Facebook because I'm an asshole. I left Facebook because the shit that other people spread makes me want to spread shit. I left Facebook because you always hurt the ones you love. It makes me jealous. It makes me angry. It leaves me with a permanent lump in my throat. It makes me fight with other people who I have never met. It makes me do violence to the Gospel.
It forces me into a corner and hands me boxing gloves.
Shit...I'm a boxer again.
The Lutheran doctrine of Theology of the Cross (theologia crucis) indicates that "God ALWAYS shows up in the last place you would EVER reasonably think to look." A prime example of this would be the Cross. So, if theology of the Cross is like, a legit thing then that means God is at work in Facebook and I am very grateful for that. But, God is also at work in our hearts, changing us and renewing us and allowing chicken bones to get caught in our throats, scaring us just enough to change us. Yeah. God's kind of a bastard sometimes.
I am literally watching Facebook destroy Christian community. Rev. Keith Anderson believes that Facebook is doing the exact opposite. Sometimes, I think Keith and I come from different worlds. Thank God for Keith and for his positive energy! I need that!
But, for now, Facebook is not a part of my life and, ya know what? It feels AMAZING! God is cleaning me out and making something new. I am TRYING to hang my boxing gloves up in my closet and LEAVE them there.
But...but....sometimes...they are just sooooo...red....and shiny...and awesome...and I just CAN'T resist them....
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Love God. Love People. Nothing Else Matters.: Sermon for the Third Sunday in Easter
Vicar Josiah
R. Armstrong
Zion
Lutheran Church and St. John’s Evangelical Lutheran Church
The Third
Sunday of Easter
4 May 2014
Love God. Love People. Nothing Else
Matters.
The Gospel of St. Luke 24.13-35
“We
all need to eat and drink to stay alive. But having a meal is more than eating
and drinking. It is celebrating the gifts of life we share. A meal together is
one of the most intimate and sacred human events. Around the table we become
vulnerable, filling one another’s plates and cups and encouraging one another
to eat and drink. Much more happens at a meal than satisfying hunger and
quenching thirst. Around the table we become family, friends, community, yes, a
body.
That is why it is so
important to “set” the table. Flowers, candles, colorful napkins all help us to
say to one another, ‘This is a very special time for us, let’s enjoy it!’” -
Henri Nouwen
Grace, Mercy, and Peace are yours in
the Name of our Risen Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Amen.
Imagine with
me for a minute that someone approaches you and asks you to describe what it
means to be a Christian. What would you say? Where would your mind go first? We
Christians are often very hard-pressed to find a simple answer when it comes to
describing what our faith in Jesus Christ actually looks like, aren’t we?
Someone has asked you to answer the question, “What does it mean to be a
Christian?” in ten words or less. I want you to think about what your answer
might be.
Bart Campolo is a pastor. He has done extensive work with
children who are the victims of domestic violence and founded a wonderful
ministry called Mission Year. Pastor Bart came out to my college when I was a
freshman and he spoke in our chapel. Pastor Bart was asked that question: “What
does it mean to be a Christian, in ten words or less?” His response? “Love God.
Love people. Nothing else matters.”
Love God.
Love people.
Nothing else
matters.
NOTHING else matters.
Nothing else matters but love.
After
Pastor Bart spoke at chapel, several of the students were furious. They were
angry that Pastor Bart simplified the beliefs of Christianity down to one word:
love. To this day, I am pretty certain that what bothered my fellow students
the most about this, was that it took control AWAY from them. If God is calling
us to love God and our neighbor, then THAT means we don’t get to decide who is
WORTHY of that love! If you search the Scriptures, you will see that it is LOVE
that is at the VERY center, the VERY HEART of EVERYTHING we believe about Jesus
and the world. Sure, you can talk about faith, hope, peace, grace, mercy,
healing, reconciliation, and salvation until you are blue in the face, but we
don’t GET THOSE THINGS WITHOUT LOVE. As 1 John 4: 7 and 8 says, “Beloved, let
us love one another. For love is of God,
and everyone who loves is born of God and knows God. That person who does not love does not know God, for God is love.”
If it is
correct that the simplified explanation of Christian belief is “Love God. Love
people. Nothing else matters,” then the question we Christian people are faced
with is, “How does that work, exactly? How do WE baptized children of God,
saved through the grace of Jesus Christ, show the world that love? What,
exactly, does that look like?” You might be surprised by my answer, but I think
it all comes down to eating. Yes, eating food. Eating food together.
And what I ACTUALLY mean by “eating food together” is “welcoming the stranger.”
All throughout the Scriptures, from the beginning of Genesis in the Old
Testament to the very end of Revelation in the New Testament, the Bible is FULL
of strangers. Moses was a “stranger in a strange land” with a horrible speech
impediment.
Adam and Eve are kicked out of the Garden.
The Hebrew children are
held as slaves and THEN forced to journey for 40 years in a desert.
Once they
reach the other side of the desert, they are forced into EXILE.
The prophets
were a bunch of nutcases with terrible personality disorders.
Noah was a drunk,
Abraham was too old,
Jacob was a liar,
Leah was ugly,
Joseph was abused,
Gideon
was a coward,
Samson was a womanizer,
Rahab was a prostitute,
Jeremiah and
Timothy were too young,
David cheated on his wife and was a murderer,
Elijah
was suicidal,
Isaiah preached naked,
Jonah ran from God,
Naomi was a widow,
Job
LOST EVERYTHING,
Peter denied Christ,
The Disciples fell asleep while praying,
The Samaritan woman was a divorcee,
Zaccheus was too short,
Timothy had ulcers,
Thomas was a doubter,
Paul was a religious zealot and a terrorist,
and LAZARUS
WAS DEAD!
And yet, my friends, God STILL welcomed ALL of these oddballs,
outcasts, sinners, and strangers to perform His labor of love in this fallen
world! (Pause) The list of folks I just mentioned are commonly called “heroes
of the faith,” but these people were ANYTHING BUT heroes! They were strangers.
They were weirdos! They looked NOTHING like the religious elite of the day!
What they NEEDED was to be welcomed. What they needed was for God to welcome
them to His table, for God to welcome them to the GREAT FEAST of his love!
Jesus himself says in the story of the sheep and the goats from Matthew that
when you welcome a stranger to your table, you are actually welcoming God.
Our Gospel
text for today is the well-known Road to Emmaus story. It is preached on and
discussed EVERY year around Easter time. Its themes have become worn out and
over-used, in a way. But there is one part about this story that caught my eye
and I just can’t shake it. Jesus has died and has come back from the dead.
Jesus is walking around in his resurrected body, meeting with his loved ones
and revealing his Glory and Love to them. The two disciples who are walking the
road to Emmaus have NOT witnessed Jesus’ resurrection from the dead. They are
looking to start over with their lives. So, they are making the seven mile trek
on foot to the next town. Sure, the two Marys at the tomb have told them that
Jesus has left the tomb, but, they are confused and distressed by this news.
They feel like strangers and outcasts. They are skipping town to begin again.
The Resurrected Jesus meets them on the road and walks with them. He joins
their discussion and walks with them. No matter HOW MANY hints Jesus drops
them, they simply do NOT recognize him as their Lord and Savior! This passage
is PACKED full of theological and political questions.
Who is Jesus now?
Who
are WE now, if Jesus is dead?
Who are we NOW, if Jesus is truly alive?
And IF
Jesus is alive, WHERE IS HE?
At the end
of their journey together, the two disciples welcome Jesus, who they only see
as a stranger, to their table to eat with them. And the text says that when
Jesus is sitting at dinner with them, he says a prayer before they eat and
breaks the bread to pass it. SUDDENLY they recognize the “stranger” for who he
REALLY is. He is Jesus, their Lord and Savior. The last line of the passage
says that Jesus was “made known to them in the breaking of the bread.” ALL
of the theological questions in the WORLD could not reveal Jesus to them. But
when they SAT DOWN and ATE together, Jesus became known to them! And, my
friends, when we, the people of Zion/St. John’s, welcome strangers to our table
and eat together, Jesus becomes known to us! WHY do you think we continue to
celebrate communion in our churches THOUSANDS of years later?? YOU have been
welcomed to THIS table, sinners and strangers that you are! And because of the
Cross and Resurrection of Jesus Christ, he is CONTINUALLY made known to us in
the breaking of the bread! (Pause)
On October
2, 2006, a tragic event occurred in this country which the majority of us seem
to have moved on from. But, when it happened, it rocked the little Amish
community of Nickel Mines, a town just outside of Lancaster, PA to its core. A
local milkman and friend of the Amish who lived with his wife, children, and
parents, Charles Carl Roberts IV, entered the local one room school house with
a loaded gun and shot 10 little girls executioner style, killing 5 of them,
before he committed suicide. The media swept in and made a HAY DAY of the
event, drawing a great deal of unnecessary attention to this quiet and peaceful
little Amish community. While the press was covering the story, several of the
family members of the little girls were asked what they were going to do about
this. The answer was the same every time. “We will cling to our faith in God,”
they said. After the media left Nickel Mines, the close-knit community was left
to mourn and grieve the loss of their precious little girls, working towards
healing. But, the most important part of this story is what happened AFTER the
media left Nickel Mines. The wife, children, and parents of Carl
Charles Roberts decided that it was time for them to pack up their bags and
leave the town that they loved, the town they had lived in the whole lives. Carl’s
wife approached the local church and told her Amish friends that the family was
leaving Nickel Mines. They simply could not remain there any longer and be a
CONSTANT reminder to the Amish community of the tragedy that had occurred. They
felt too much shame and guilt to stay. They felt like strangers, now. The Amish community came together and agreed to extend forgiveness and love to
the family of Carl Charles Roberts IV. Amish ladies prepared meals for them and
invited them to eat at their tables. Forgiveness, healing, and reconciliation
were happening all around them. When the community of Nickel Mines told the
media that they would “cling to their faith in God,” they meant it. You will
notice that the Amish families invited the family of Roberts to sit and eat
with them. “And Jesus was known to them in the breaking of the bread.”
The Amish
community of Nickel Mines took the unconditional love of Jesus Christ
seriously. They loved God. They loved people. They recognized that nothing else
mattered. They invited strangers to their table and they ATE TOGETHER. They
responded and continue to respond to the grace and love God has shown them in
Jesus Christ by showing grace and love to others. They don’t do this because
they HAVE to, but because it is their response to the LOVE OF JESUS CHRIST that
was first shown to them. To the Amish community of Nickel Mines, this is just
how they have been called to live. WE have been called to live in the same way.
But know this: When you screw up and exclude people from your table, God
continues to forgive you time and time again. Now THAT is love. The love of
Christ. Love WITHOUT conditions.
This past
Easter Sunday, I was reminded of the fact that LAST Easter Sunday was the very
last time my grandfather, Pastor Howard Armstrong, preached a sermon to his
congregation. I thought about my Poppy ALL day. And it struck me as I was
writing today’s sermon, that the last text he preached on was the story of The
Road to Emmaus. I had always had a very close relationship with my Poppy, but
we had our differences. He was very excited that I was becoming a pastor, but
he was not too thrilled by the fact that I had become a Lutheran. I think he
felt I had taken a step in the wrong direction. I hadn’t seen him for months
because I had been away at seminary, but when I came home for Easter break, my
dad announced to the family that we were all going to his church to hear him
preach because this would probably be the last time. For the first time
in years, my entire family went to North Urbana Chapel in Hammondsport together
and watched as my Poppy, frail from his cancer, wheeled himself in his
wheelchair towards the front of the sanctuary and whispered his hour-long
sermon into a microphone. I will NEVER forget his words that day. My Poppy, the
great Rev. Howard Armstrong, said to the congregation he had served for over 20
years and loved so dearly, “My ministry has come to an end. And with that, I
want you to know from me what the MOST IMPORTANT thing about our faith is. It’s
love,” he said, “it’s love.” And THEN, he said those words I NEVER thought I
would hear him say. He said, “Love God. Love people. Nothing else matters.”
Following his sermon, we gathered as a family for the last time, and ate Easter
dinner together. And Jesus was made known to us in the breaking of the bread.
In the Name of the Father, and of the Son (+), and of the
Holy Spirit. Amen.
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
iLent: A Musical Playlist for Lenten Liturgy
Greetings, theo-types, hypocrites, and dragon-slayers!
This is a brief post, I know.
I would like to share with you the iTunes playlist I have compiled for the sake of prayer, writing, driving, cooking, reading, and song during the Lenten season.
May it be well with your musical souls!
iLent: A Musical Playlist for Lenten Liturgy
- Comrade - Volcano Choir (Processional)
- Rejoice and Lament - Josh Garrels
- Wolf Am I! (And Shadow) - mewithoutYou (Remembrance of Baptism)
- Casimir Pulaski Day - Sufjan Stevens (Confession and Forgiveness)
- Rox in the Box - The Decemberists (Ash Wednesday)
- Open - Rhye
- Weird Fishes/Arpeggi - Radiohead
- The King Beetle on a Coconut Estate - mewithoutYou (Sermon)
- (Don't) Tremble - The Low Anthem (Communion)
- Take Me to Church - Hozier (Creed)
- I Am Mountain - Gungor
- Southern Point - Grizzly Bear
- Montezuma - Fleet Foxes
- My Exit, Unfair - mewithoutYou (Prayers of the People)
- The First Taste - Fiona Apple
- Under Serious Attack - Emery
- Needle in the Hay - Elliott Smith
- Wedding Dress - Derek Webb (Kyrie Eleison)
- All Circles - mewithoutYou
- Effigy - Andrew Bird
- Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels) - Arcade Fire
- Nantes - Beirut
- Perth - Bon Iver
- We Lay in Caves - Campfire OK
- Sleeping Sickness - City and Colour
- Saint John - Cold War Kids
- Chin Up - Copeland (Recessional)
Use these songs as you will and in whatever order you desire during our Lenten season. I have found that it helps to have music to nourish your soul while you are thirsty in the desert.
I'm thirsty, folks.
Grace, Peace + Rocknroll,
Vicar Josiah and Rabbi
Monday, March 17, 2014
Sermon: A Blessing for Travelers
Vicar Josiah
R. Armstrong
Zion
Lutheran Church and St. John’s Evangelical Lutheran Church
The Second
Sunday in Lent
15 March
2014
Hearing the Psalms: A Blessing for
Travelers
Psalm 121
Grace, Mercy, and Peace are yours in
the Name of the Crucified Jesus Christ. Amen.
In 1960,
Jack Kerouac, famed beatnik and writer of American novels and poetry said
“Nothing else matters in the world but the kindness of grace, God’s gift to
suffering mortals.” Kerouac said this in response to all of the intentional
journeying he had done during his life. Kerouac had seen almost all of America
in his lifetime, cut short by cancer at the age of 44. He wrote about his
travels in several books, the most notable being the American classic On the Road. Jack Kerouac was an
inspired and adventurous individual who blessed the world with a contagious
desire for travel. In a way, he made his prolific journey OUR journey. He
welcomed us to go on the many road trips with him. Along the way, as in the
quote I just shared with you, Jack experienced something. He experienced what
he calls “the kindness of grace, God’s gift to suffering mortals.” I don’t
share Jack’s story with you because it requires some kind of explanation, but
because it is true. (Pause) Rev. Barbara Brown Taylor says in her book The Preaching Life that “we are all born
seekers.” And I say that our natural sense of seeking and questioning, our
natural search for life’s questions and answers takes us on many adventures,
many travels, and many journeys. Lent is the perfect season for talking about
this journey, the journey we ALL take with our Savior.
The journey of life
isn’t always a sunny road trip to Florida, is it?
What about
those times when life’s journey take us down unexpected twists and turns? What
if tragedy and unspeakable frustration happen along the way? Those are the
moments when we experience the FULL extent of our humanity. Sometimes, life’s
journey gets ugly. On the rough, muddy road of life, we might find ourselves,
at times, stuck on the side of the highway in the middle of nowhere with NO
Triple A, with a flat tire and with no one to help us.
We might ask ourselves,
“Where can I look for help?”
Psalms 120-134
are called, in the Hebrew, shir-hamma’a
lot, or “Songs of Ascent.” All of the songs of ascent are written as direct
prayers to God or priestly blessings. In our Psalm for today, Psalm 121, it is
believed by Biblical scholars that we actually have TWO speakers in this Psalm.
Verses 1 and 2 are spoken by the Psalmist, a traveler. The traveler, while on
his/her journey, first asks THAT question: “I lift my eyes to the hills; from
where is my help to come?” Now, let’s ask Walter Brueggeman’s question from
last week: “Who do you image could talk like that?”
Life’s journey is
FULL of many dangers and trials, isn’t it?
Old Testament scholar Rolf
Jacobsen breaks the dangers on life’s journey into three parts: 1. The
Physical 2. The Ecomonic and 3. The
Spiritual. Now, stop and think for a
minute: Where are YOU on life’s journey? What do you NEED help with? In what
area of your life do you feel like you need to ask for help?
If you give
someone the chance to share their story about life’s journey, they will
probably end up with a laundry list of anxieties as long as the Amazon River!
Don’t kid yourselves, folks. There are things you wish could change. There are
things that you need help with.
After the
Traveler asks his question, he makes a confession. In the midst of all of his
doubts and questions, he tells the world that, “My help comes from the Lord,
the maker of heaven and earth.” The Traveler KNOWS this to be true. He knows
God is a God who accompanies him on life’s journey. Please note that this is
NOT a confession to be taken lightly. The Traveler is acknowledging that the
FULL EXTENT of his help in THIS lifetime comes from God. This is a God who is
NOT some FAR OFF God.
THIS God meets us WHERE WE ARE on life’s journey, and
rescues us.
In our Gospel reading for today, Jesus explains to Nicodemus what
God’s salvation LOOKS LIKE. And, guess what…? Nicodemus DOESN’T GET IT! (Pause)
And you know what? YOU don't get it, either! The point is NOT in
complete understanding. The point is in our God entering our VERY human lives
and journeying WITH US. THIS is how salvation, how RESCUE happens.
The SECOND
speaker in Psalm 121 is believed to be a Priest of some kind. The Traveler asks
his question and then makes his confession of faith. FOLLOWING the Traveler’s
confession, the Priest takes the REST of the Psalm to sing a BLESSING over him
as he continues on his journey.
And here is your BLESSING:
3 He
will not let your foot be moved; he who keeps you will not slumber. 4 He who
keeps Israel will neither slumber nor sleep. 5 The Lord is your keeper; the
Lord is your shade at your right hand. 6 The sun shall not strike you by day,
nor the moon by night. 7 The Lord will keep you from all evil; he will keep
your life. 8 The Lord will keep your going out and your coming in from this
time on and forevermore.
Now…what did
you hear?
What did you hear the Priest say about our God? About the God who
meets us on life’s journey? Our God, the God of Jesus Christ, in Cross and
Resurrection, is our KEEPER. God is our PROTECTOR. And MOST importantly, God is
a God who MAKES His beloved children PROMISES. God has MADE YOU A PROMISE,
people of Zion/St. John’s, that He WILL continue to watch over you, keep you,
protect you, shield, and guard you. Remember your baptism, my friends. God met
you in the waters of your baptism, in the midst of life’s journey, and RESCUED
YOU! And now, God KEEPS you, PROTECTS you, and HELPS you. That HELP might not
look like what we think it SHOULD look like, but it DOES come, nevertheless.
The Rev. Dr. Noah Hepler, a Lutheran pastor and theologian in Philadelphia,
says that the Gospel of Jesus Christ can be summed up in a few words. Here is
what Pastor Noah says:
“Despite all evidence to the contrary, God loves you.”
Despite ALL evidence to the contrary…God LOVES you.
As you
travel along life’s journey, and you “lift your eyes to the hills,” you might
feel alone, scared, and helpless. But, in the midst of that darkness, God is
present. God, your KEEPER, is present. And THAT God is rescuing you. Perhaps
the GREATEST blessing we could offer our fellow travelers on life’s journey
would be to remind them of this TRUTH:
“Despite all evidence to the contrary,
God loves you.”
And, my friends, you have an assignment! Find someone this week
to speak that blessing to. See how they respond.
When I was a
kid, my Dad took my brother and our dog on a hike through the woods. My Dad has
always loved the outdoors. It was right when winter was coming screeching to a
halt, and the creeks were all frozen over. Well, as they were hiking along
their path, taking their journey together, my little brother wandered out onto
the ice. The ice broke and he fell through. My Dad raced after him, dragged him
out of the freezing water, and carried him all the way back up the hill they
had hiked to warm him up in the car. My Dad, while carrying my brother up the
hill, hurt his back and exhausted himself to the point of nausea. My brother,
when he fell through that ice, probably looked around him. ALL of the evidence,
in that scary moment, suggested that he was helpless and that he would freeze
and drown. But our Father reached in and rescued his boy. My Dad loved his son
SO much that he put himself in danger and even hurt himself in order to save
him. Now, what does this sound like? This sounds like the conclusion of our Gospel
passage, doesn’t it? “For God so loved the world that he gave his
only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not perish but may have
eternal life. Indeed, God did not send the Son into the world to condemn the
world, but in order that the world might be saved through him.”
Despite ALL evidence to the
contrary, in THAT moment, my brother was COMPLETELY loved and COMPLETELY safe. Our
God does NOT throw us a life raft! Our God does not keep His distance. God does
NOT wait to see if we will make the choice to grab the “inner tube.” NO! That
is NOT love and I am SICK TO DEATH of preachers and Christians who continue to
say we have some kind of CHOICE in our rescue! Garbage! BULLSH*T! That is NOT
love! If my Dad had stood on the bank and tossed my brother an inner tube and
shouted to him, “I love you and I really hope you grab that tube,” he would
have been an asshole and that is NOT an Abba God that I will worship. That is
NOT the Gospel. That is NOT Good News. It might just be News, and it’s probably
BAD News. Our God joins us on our journey through the woods, and jumps in the
freezing water WITH us, delivering us from evil. THIS is the God who journeys
with us and KEEPS us along the many roads we travel. Zion Lutheran Church/St.
John’s,
HERE is the Gospel: Despite ALL evidence to the contrary, God loves
you.
Despite ALL evidence to the contrary
…ALL EVIDENCE…
God loves you.
God loves
you.
God loves YOU.
In
the Name of the Father, and of the Son (+), and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Hearing the Psalms: Forgiveness for Sins (Psalm 32)
Vicar Josiah
R. Armstrong
Zion
Lutheran Church and St. John’s Evangelical Lutheran Church
The First
Sunday of Lent
8 March 2014
Hearing the Psalms: Forgiveness for
Sins
Psalm 32
Grace, Mercy and Peace are yours in
the Name of the Crucified Jesus Christ. Amen.
Milliwanga
Sandy is a charismatic Elder from the Beswick communtiy in the Northern
Territory of Australia. She is also a devoted and charismatic Christian pastor.
Milliwanga, or “Milli,” spent over 30 years translating the Bible in Creole for
her community. Around the time that Milli was working on translating the
Psalms, her first-born son died. He had committed suicide as a young
adult. Milli said in a recent interview
with Travis Reed of The Work of the People, that in the aftermath of her son’s
suicide, “God had me well-equipped,” she says, “through His Word.” Milli says
her daughters came to her and encouraged her to read and pray the Psalms, the
same Psalms she had been so dutifully and carefully translating. Milli says
that the God used the Psalms to bring her such great comfort. For once, there
was a voice she could relate to. Milli’s story of pain and grief sounds almost
identical to the third verse of today’s Psalm: “While I held my tongue, my
bones withered away, because of my groaning all day long.” (Pause)
So begins
our Lenten series on Hearing the Psalms. According to Old Testament scholar and
pastor, Walter Brueggemann, the typical Christian congregation is not very good
at “hearing” the Psalms. The average American Christian knows only 6 Psalms,
and guess what, folks? There are 150 of them! So, how do we, as gathered
Christian people, approach the Psalms together? What ARE the Psalms? Are they
poems? Songs? Prayers? Well…yes. ALL OF THE ABOVE. The Revised Common
Lectionary includes a Psalm in the Readings every Sunday morning because the
Church has been praying the Psalms together for hundreds and hundreds of years.
There is something remarkably HUMAN about the Psalms! I will contend that there
is NO OTHER book within the entire Canon of Scripture that speaks so directly
to the human experience than the Psalms. King David and a handful of other
writers lend their most vulnerable moments, the good, the bad, and the ugly, to
the songs and poetry of the Psalms. It is almost as if we get to peek into a
private journal. We have been given the distinct privilege, to be strengthened
by the Word of God as spoken through the human confessions of the Psalms.
Walter
Breuggemann says that we need to start letting the Bible “do some of the work.”
Just like Milli, translating the Psalms into Creole as her son dies of suicide,
we have the opportunity to let the Psalms speak life into our death, speak
comfort into our pain, speak forgiveness into our sin, and speak refreshing
honesty into the deceit of the world. (Pause)
So, why
Preach on the Psalms during Lent? I think that it will be good practice for
those of us at Zion/St. John’s to take the very human journey WITH the Psalmist
as he and/or she writes about the experiences of this world. Often times, the
Psalmist is taking a difficult journey, absolutely littered with EVERY
conceivable human emotion! Our Lenten journey mirrors the journey of Jesus in
the desert: 40 days of human longing and waiting, absolutely YEARNING for
deliverance. Remember that Jesus is the Incarnate God. Jesus IS human. Luther
calls all Christian people to read the Bible “Christocentrically,” in other
words, read the Scriptures as if Jesus is speaking in all of it, yes, even the
Old Testament. Yes, historically speaking, Jesus of Nazareth did not walk the
Earth during Old Testament times. But, Jesus is the Word of God and The Word of
God has been in existence from the beginning, don’t forget. Make no mistake, my
friends, our Christ is ALL throughout the Scriptures. As pertains to the
Psalms, in the very HUMAN voice of the Psalmist, you can hear the VERY human
voice of Jesus Christ. (Pause) If Christ is ALL throughout our Scriptures, then
when the lector reads “Today’s Readings” out loud, the Scriptures are,
literally, “DOING Jesus TO us.” The Psalms are NO different, and yet we tend to
frequently ignore them. We read them responsively, and then we move on. Well, I
believe that Christ is preaching the Gospel message to us in these Psalms.
There is deliverance and truth here for such as Time as THIS and for such a
Church as THIS. (Pause)
Walter
Breuggeman tells present-day Christians to ask the following question of the
Psalms: “Who would you imagine could TALK LIKE THAT!?” So, as we proceed with
this new preaching series on Hearing the Psalms, we need to ask TWO questions:
1. Who would you imagine could talk like that? And 2. Where is Jesus Christ in
the text? (Pause)
Our Psalm
for today, Psalm 32, is a psalm of thanksgiving for forgiveness of sins. The
Psalmist begins by describing the very nature of sin. Good and evil rages
within the Psalmist. He paints a familiar picture for us: Sin is heavy. When we
have wronged our neighbor, our loved one, our co-worker, or even someone we
consider an enemy, we are filled with guilt. The Psalmist says it feels like
his bones are withering away. He compares the heaviness of sin with
dehydration. He is groaning in his bed all night long! Then, the opportunity to
confess his sin comes along, and he experiences SWEET RELIEF. It’s as if the
FEVER of GUILT has FINALLY broken, and the Psalmist can live FREE again! He
concludes the Psalm by saying, “Be glad, you righteous, and rejoice in the
Lord; shout for joy, all who are true of heart.” (Pause)
Now, who
would you imagine could talk LIKE THAT!? Is there ANYONE?? Anyone on this Earth
who talks like the Psalmist? Anyone who has experienced what he is
experiencing? (Pause) How about you? How about me? How about ALL of us? We have
ALL experienced sin, have we not? We have all wronged SOMEONE in ways that we
know and in ways that we do NOT know. Psalm 32 reminds us that we are ALL
sinners, but we are also ALL capable of being forgiven.
Now, where
is our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ in this Psalm? First, I would say that
Jesus shows up in the very human JOURNEY of the Psalmist. Jesus has experienced
everything we have experienced, including the temptation to sin. Jesus has
experienced the harsh realities of sin around him. He is NO stranger to our sufferings
and to our struggles. Just like in our Gospel reading, right? (Pause) Jesus
journeys into a desert, where he is faced with his MOST human limitations. He
is tempted by the Devil to think only of himself and to sin. So, when you think
our Christ has NOT been where you have been, I would encourage you to take some
time and think again.
Secondly,
and most importantly (in THIS preacher’s opinion), Jesus is MOST CLEARLY in the
confession and forgiveness of sins! What is the VERY FIRST thing we do EVERY
Sunday morning? We confess our sins before God TOGETHER. And then, we are
FORGIVEN, in the name of Jesus Christ, TOGETHER. We declare our confession and
God, in turn, declares us forgiven AND declares us righteous because of the
Cross and Resurrection of Jesus Christ. When we take communion together, we
remember that Jesus said when he passed the cup of wine to his disciples that,
“This cup is the new covenant in my blood shed for you and for ALL people for
the FORGIVENESS OF SINS.” Jesus Christ, in his Cross and Resurrection, is VERY
present in our world, in our Lenten journey through the wildernesses of life,
hearing our confessions and forgiving our sins before we EVEN KNOW we have done
anything wrong.
When I was
in high school, I had a friend named Phillip. Phillip was the leader of a youth
Bible study group that met every Monday night. He had this incredible wisdom
and charisma about him that really spoke to my soul. I trusted Phillip and I
felt totally comfortable going to him with anything. Well, one Monday night, I
came to Bible study early so I could speak to Phillip alone. I told Phillip
that I had totally wronged a friend of mine. And boy, had I! I had REALLY let a
dear friend of mine down and I felt just awful. I had sinned and I felt
terribly guilty. I felt like if I didn’t make it right with God, I wouldn’t be
forgiven and God might send me to Hell! I ran to Phillip for council. After I
confessed my sin to Phillip, Phillip said words which changed the way I looked
at God forever. “You do realize that God has already forgiven you, before you
have even asked for forgiveness, right? That’s the point of the Cross. Because
Jesus died on the Cross for your sins, that means that ALL of your sins are
forgiven. ALL of them! When God looks at you, Josiah, all He sees is blood. The
blood of Jesus Christ covering ALL of your sins.” I protested! This simply
could NOT be! Surely not THIS sin! But Phillip gently repeated, “Yes, Josiah.
ALL of them. Even this one.”
Zion
Lutheran Church/St. John’s, God is journeying with you this Lent. God is
revealing Himself in the Psalms and in all of the dark corners and light-filled
rooms of our day-to-day life. We do NOT journey alone and we are forgiven of
our sins! When God looks at you, ALL he sees is blood, the blood of Christ.
Now, “be glad, you righteous, and rejoice in the Lord; shout for joy, all who
are true of heart.”
In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy
Spirit. Amen.
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Sermon for Transfiguration of Our Lord Sunday: Warts and All
Vicar Josiah
R. Armstrong
Zion
Lutheran Church and St. John’s Evangelical Lutheran Church
Transfiguration
of Our Lord
2 March 2014
Warts and All
The Gospel of St. Matthew 17.1-9
Grace, Mercy, and Peace are yours in
the Name of the Triune God. Amen.
Today is
Transfiguration of Our Lord Sunday. So, let’s talk about that word,
“transfiguration.” I did some digging on a wonderful online worship resource called
The Work of the People (workofthepeople.com), and those folks have some really
great information to share from the Ancient Greek: The word “transfigure” is an
interesting word. It comes from the Greek word metamorpho, which we recognize as the root of the word
METAMORPHOSIS, that “thing” which happens to a caterpillar when it becomes a
butterfly. It is one of the great wonders of God’s good creation, isn’t it? That
small, creepy crawly caterpillar spends a GREAT deal of its time building a
small home to hide away in, what we call a “cocoon.” After the cocoon is
successfully constructed, the creepy, crawly caterpillar hides itself away
until that majestic time of appointment! That time when the caterpillar will
emerge as a BEAUTIFUL butterfly! FINALLY, the caterpillar has “sprouted” wings
and has come to the world in ALL of its great glory! Pretty incredible, isn’t
it? That word, metamorpho,
means, simply, “to transform.” As a verb, it means “to change into another
form.” In the case of Jesus in our story from the Gospel, the word metamorpho
is used to say “the reality of the outside matches the reality of the inside.”
Now, we can
use science to explain the Metamorphosis of a caterpillar to a butterfly, can’t
we? But, we cannot use science to explain the metamorphosis, the
transfiguration, of Jesus Christ on the mountaintop. We can’t really use
ANYTHING to explain this event. Not even our deepest convictions and intimately
studied and known theologies can offer us anything, really. We Lutherans draw
from the tradition of the Greek Orthodox when we say, “It’s all part of the
great mystery.” Rev. Barbara Brown Taylor, an Episcopal priest, professor at
Piedmont College in Georgia, a rural chicken farmer, AND one of the most gifted
preachers known to humankind, preached a sermon on today’s Gospel text
recently. She says in her sermon, “Most of US [are] laboring under the illusion
that our job is to figure out what the story MEANS. I am not sure where we got
this idea, but it seems to dominate the way many of us read the Bible.”
So, this
morning, I would like to give you permission, as Barbara gave me permission, to
NOT figure it out.
We do not NEED to figure out EXACTLY what happened in the
transfiguration of our Lord Jesus Christ on the mountaintop that day.
So, just let it go, folks.
….just let it go.
We recognize
the players: Peter, James, and John watch Jesus, Moses, and Elijah in an
indescribable moment of metamorpho. We forget that the SAME THING, whatever
that “THING” is, happened to Moses when he came down from Mt. Sinai. In Exodus
ch. 34, Moses comes down the mountain, after having received the Ten
Commandments from the Lord and the text says that his face “shone” and he
didn’t even realize it! Experiencing the FULL glory of God is indescribable,
but when God comes into contact with Peter, James, John, and Moses in ALL of
God’s glory, they are changed.
Maybe the “transfiguration” of Jesus is ALSO the
“transfiguration” of Peter, James, and John? Remember, from the Exodus story,
it is MOSES who is changed.
I think an
important ANNOUNCEMENT is being made in this story. I think the announcement
has less to do with what Jesus experiences and MORE to do with what WE
experience BECAUSE of what Jesus experiences. First, God makes God’s
announcement to the disciples. God says to them, “This is My Son, the Beloved;
with him I am well pleased; listen to him!” But, the announcement I’m talking
about is REVEALED in one very special moment in the text AFTER God makes God’s
announcement.
It is such a small part of the story, if we were to blink, we
would miss it.
And HERE is the Grand Announcement!
Get Ready for It!
“But Jesus came and touched them.”
But…Jesus…came…and touched them.
SO WHAT, Jesus touched them!?
But, in the simple touch of Jesus, something is announced and
revealed.
In all of
the other Gospel accounts of the Transfiguration, Jesus keeps his distance from
Peter, James, and John. Jesus does not touch them. It’s as if the REAL Glory of
God would keep Jesus from touching dirty humans. Ya know? Trifling with mere
mortals? But, St. Matthew has something important to say. Matthew has something
important to announce: Jesus, even in the midst of his GREATEST GLORY, thinks
you are WORTH it! Jesus believes, profoundly and deeply, that we are WORTH his
touch, EVEN in his MOST GLORIOUS, MAJESTIC, and RADIANT moment! This is our
God, folks! Jesus, our God in all of his Glory, moves toward us and touches us
in the midst of our confusion, our lack of answers, our awe and wonder…and
ESPECIALLY in the midst of our sin and brokenness. In this way, Jesus bring
Transfiguration to us, and JUST like caterpillars emerging from their cocoon as
butterflies, we are revealed for who we REALLY are, the Beloved children of our
God. The way we express this “transfiguration” and this “touch of Jesus” today,
is in the waters of the baptismal font. In our baptism, Jesus reaches out and
touches us, transfiguring, transforming, us into what we really are. Claiming
us as his own forever and ever.
We struggle
with this reality, though. We certainly LIKE the idea of a God who reaches out
and saves us. We LIKE that Jesus is a personal God. We LIKE that our necessary
transformation begins with the touch of Jesus. But, our world, especially here
in America, DISLIKES what Jesus reaches out to touch. We dislike our bodies,
don’t we? There is a certain body shaming that happens in our commercials on
TV. Age-defying creams and shampoos. NEW DIETS every time you turn around! Our
bodies grow older, eventually. They start to let us down in various ways. And
then, we tend to sound like the Gnostic community, which Paul fought ALL
throughout the New Testament: MY body is gross. I am too big. I am too slow. My
loved ones are getting sick and dying. God can’t POSSIBLY LOVE, yes LOVE, my
body, because I DON’T love my body. GOOD FOR THE CATERPILLAR, right? That
caterpillar gets to transform into this BEAUTIFUL butterfly, but we just get
worse and worse with age. (Pause)
How OFTEN we
forget the FACT that God calls ALL of God’s creation GOOD in the Creation story
from Genesis. And, people of Zion/St. John’s, God LOVES that Good Creation!
EVERY last part of it! YOU are loved for who you are! In the transfiguration
story, Jesus does NOT reach out, in all of his Glory, to touch PERFECT bodies.
Jesus does NOT reach out to touch bodies that WE consider preferable or good!
Jesus reaches out to touch Peter, James, and John JUST as they are. And Jesus
CONTINUES to reach out and touch us JUST AS WE ARE, transforming us for his
Glory and for his Kingdom, BECAUSE he calls us good.
So…back to
caterpillars and butterflies. You know what else goes through the process of
TRANSFORMATION? Bullfrogs. Yes, ugly, slimy, loud, bullfrogs. They begin as
tiny tadpoles with tiny little tails and NO legs. THEN, they go through the
process of TRANSFORMATION. They become those LARGE, disgusting bullfrogs that
croak in our backyard ponds. But, you know what? God calls the Bullfrog GOOD.
God thinks the bullfrog is JUST AS good as the butterfly. So, if you are
feeling particularly “froggy,” remember that God calls you GOOD. And Jesus
reaches out to touch you, yes, WARTS AND ALL.
When I was a
kid, I looked up a GREAT DEAL to my older cousin Tom. He used to lead his younger
cousins on wild adventures through the woods. We loved the sense of adventure
he instilled in us. He was SO WISE and SO BRAVE and SO STRONG. Wise….right…..
Well, one
day, Tom had the BRILLIANT idea to lead us into the woods to go hunting for
frogs! Now, when I say hunting, I mean…hunting. This part of my story is
TERRIBLE, so prepare yourselves: Tom taught us to sharpen sticks into pointy
spears and then we would hop about near the creek and SPEAR those poor little
frogs in the leg. THEN, we would pick them up and put them in a big box. NOW those
poor wounded frogs were going to become our pets! When my mom found out,
well…she was LESS than pleased. When we saw how upset my mom was, SUDDENLY Tom
didn’t look so WISE anymore. Mom DEMANDED that we release them. And we whined
and said, “BUT MOM! They’re JUST frogs!”
Just…frogs….
Mom taught
us an important lesson that day. God’s creation is good. God reaches out and
touches ALL of God’s good creation. Yes, ALL of it. It does not MATTER what WE
find ugly. God calls us good, and that is ENOUGH.
So, you say
you want to be transformed? You are being transformed. Every day. You don’t
need to figure out how, why, or when you are being transformed. You can trust
that it is happening to you because God says you are GOOD. And because Jesus,
even in the midst of all of his glory, reaches out and touches us, making us
his own forever.
In the Name of the Father, and of the Son (+),
and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.
Monday, February 24, 2014
Sermon for the Seventh Sunday after Epiphany: Practice Does NOT Make Perfect
Vicar Josiah
R. Armstrong
Zion
Lutheran Church and St. John’s Evangelical Lutheran Church
The Seventh
Sunday after Epiphany
23 February
2014
Practice Does NOT Make Perfect
The Gospel of St. Matthew 5.38-48
Grace, Mercy, and Peace are yours in
the Name of the Triune God. Amen.
When I was
nearing the end of my college career, I had to choose between two different
Arts courses, and both of them were going to be quite a challenge for me. I had
to choose between a Pottery course OR a Masters-level course on Choral
Conducting. Since I had extensive experience with vocal training and singing in
choirs, I decided to try my hand at Choral Conducting. Dr. Brandon Johnson, our
Choral Conductor at Houghton College, had been named the #1 Choral Director on
the East Coast at the time. The thought of taking this course with him was both
exciting AND terrifying! When I arrived to the first day of Masters-level
Choral Conducting with Dr. Johnson, I was surprised to find that there was no
one else present in the classroom. Dr. Johnson smiled at me and told me to
follow him to his office. It turns out that Dr. Johnson had specially designed
this course just for me. He wanted us to meet once a week and have private training
sessions.
NO PRESSURE, right?
Dr. Johnson and I met regularly and, lo and
behold, I found that I was actually learning a GREAT deal about music. The
particularities and little technicalities around choral conducting are
incredibly taxing, and I ALSO found that I was getting more and more frustrated
when it came to issues surrounding “form.” Should I flap my arms like spaghetti
noodles or shoot from the hip like Clint Eastwood? NEITHER, apparently!
One class
session, after a long hour of getting everything I had practiced ABSOLUTELY
WRONG in front of the Number One Choral Conductor on the East Coast, I shook my
head in despair and walked out of his office, saying “Practice makes perfect, I
guess.”
Dr. Johnson stopped me and said, “No, Josiah. You’ve probably heard it
before, but I will say it again: Perfect practice makes perfect. Good luck with
that!”
That word,
“Perfect,” it makes us uncomfortable, doesn’t it? I don’t know about
you but, frankly, I have NO TIME for it! Perfection is something we can ALL
admit we will NEVER reach. You have heard it said before that “if we were
perfect, we would cease to be human.” For Christian people to acknowledge that God
made us to be HUMAN, and that is a GOOD THING, is VERY important. Jesus is, after
all, God on High made human.
God does NOT dismiss our humanity as BAD or WRONG.
God LOVES God’s creation. God calls us GOOD! Lutherans come for a long tradition of talking about humanity as "blessed creaturehood!"
Yes, that’s right. It is a good
thing to be human and embrace that fully! Last week, we talked about how God’s
Law DEMANDS that we make this world a better place. But, because we ARE human,
we fail at this. This is WHY we have Jesus! In other words, God’s Law DEMANDS
perfection, but because of the Cross and Resurrection of Jesus Christ, when we
fail at loving our neighbor perfectly, God continues to love us back and pick
us up when we fall.
So, in our
Gospel text for today, our Lord and Savior is laying out for his disciples, and
for ALL baptized Christians today, that means YOU Zion/St. John’s, our way of
being human in this world. Jesus recognizes that this world is full of darkness
and sin and the demand of the world is to “go make something of yourself! Live
your best life! When your enemy confronts you, walk away from them and make
yourself into something unstoppable and CONSTANTLY HAPPY.”
Jesus, however, has
something different in mind.
It is easy to read the call of Jesus to “turn the
other cheek” and “love your enemy,” and simply smile and nod. “That’s nice!
Boy, that Jesus was a great idealist! Would you just look at Jesus? He’s SO
CUTE! He thinks we can love our enemy! If only that were true!” I’ll be
perfectly honest with you, I have thought this MANY a time when reading this
Gospel text!
Karl Marx once said of Christianity that “The social principles of
Christianity preach cowardice, self-contempt, abasement, submissiveness and
humbleness.”
Well, right on, Karl! '
It is easy to dismiss Jesus as being a
little TOO idealistic here, but, some Christians have this CRAZY idea that
Jesus ACTUALLY meant what he said in the Gospels. Jesus is looking for us to
take him seriously here. So, let’s take him seriously! Right? RIGHT??
The most
TROUBLING part of this text, for me, is the very last sentence. Jesus lays out
his plan for living as peaceful and compassionate Revolutionaries in this
fallen world, and then he says those REALLY uncomfortable words that would make
ANY Lutheran nervous:
“Be PERFECT, therefore, as your heavenly Father is
perfect.”
WHAT!?
PERFECT!?
NOW he is being idealistic.
As I was
studying different commentaries and Greek texts to prepare for today’s sermon,
I stumbled across the Greek word that Jesus uses here. The English translation
reads “Perfect” but the Greek word is, actually, telos. Telos CAN mean
perfection, but it actually means, more literally, “the goal or desired outcome
of a thing.”
David Lose, the Director of the Center of Biblical Preaching,
says on www.workingpreacher.org , “A fruit tree’s telos, we might
say, is to grow mature and tall so it can bear fruit.”
I, personally, think it
is a HUGE shame that the word the translators of today’s English text chose was
Perfect.
Jesus is NOT calling us into PERFECTION.
No.
Jesus is calling us into
maturity. Jesus is calling us to GROW, just like fruit trees. We contemporary
Christians can look at it like this: In our baptism we have been rooted and
planted in the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ, and we are regularly
“watered” by the Holy Spirit, every day. Jesus uses the word telos here, because He knows that we are
ALL on a journey.
We are ALL “in process,” so to speak.
We are growing.
We have
NOT YET fully arrived.
Martin Luther reminds us in a sermon on justification that,
“We have not yet arrived, but we are getting there.”
So, no,
Jesus is NOT being a cute idealist here. He is calling us to help fix up the
world as Revolutionaries of Peace, Compassion, and Justice, to respond
differently to our enemies than the rest of the world. He is VERY serious about
this. YOU, the people of Zion Lutheran Church/St. John’s, are God’s called and
baptized children. YOU are called, in fact, and GIVEN the abilities to spread
the peace and compassion that Jesus is VERY SERIOUS about us spreading.
But,
it’s all TELOS, right?
Jesus KNOWS we are sinners. Jesus KNOWS we are going to
screw it up. So, trust that Jesus has called us to GROW and MATURE. And, you
know what?
GROWTH and MATURITY take time.
Practice DOES NOT make perfect.
No,
no.
Practice makes MORE practice.
But, more practice means more grace.
Thanks
be to God for that! Amen?
One day when
I was 15 years old, I was having a particularly rough day. I cannot remember
what was getting me down, but I was TERRIBLY moody and I just didn’t want to be
around anyone. It was on this MOST AUSPICIOUS day, that my Dad decided to let
me drive the van for the first time. As my Mom would say after the fact, “Not
smart, Rich.”
I was SO
TENSE as I sat behind the driver’s wheel. The first task was backing that
sucker out of our LONG stone driveway without going into either ditch and
without drifting out into the road in front of a moving vehicle. So, as I am
slowly and VERY tensely maneuvering the van out of the driveway, my little
brother decided it would be a good idea to stand in the lawn and watch us. BOY,
did THAT make me mad! Well, lo and behold, I SUCCESSFULLY backed that mammoth
van out of the driveway. But…now what? I had to straighten her out and start
driving the thing.
Now, the
neighbor’s old, rickety barn was right across the street from our driveway and
my brother watched with a stupid grin on his face as I stomped on what I
thought was the brake pedal, but what was ACTUALLY the gas AND the brake at the
SAME TIME. I couldn’t, for the life of me, figure out why the van wasn’t
stopping! My foot was on the brake, for Pete’s sake! I looked up to see my
brother waving his arms in a panicked state! Well, that just annoyed me and my
Dad kept saying, “Stop. Stop the van. Joey, it’s time to stop. Joey, stop.
Please stop.” And then I pushed down REALLY hard and backed the van right into
the side of the neighbor’s barn! (Pause) The cuss words began to fly out of my
mouth and my Dad stopped me, got out of the van and checked for damage. There
was no damage, thank God. And then he said to me, “Joey, you need to brake when
I tell you to and you need to not swear so much!”
You would
think that my Dad would have told me to stop for the day and go inside, but he
let me drive! Needless to say, the trip was a DISASTER! I will spare you the
gory details, but, when we got home, I crashed on the couch and fell apart. I
was a nervous WRECK! I overheard Mom “talking” to Dad in the kitchen, and she
said, “We need to wait till he’s ready, Rich.” And Dad said, “It’s a process.
There will be bumps and bruises along the way, but he’ll get there.”
People of
Zion/St. John’s, you have been called to journey with Jesus into a Revolution
of Peace and Compassion in this messy, selfish world. But, remember, it’s a
process. There will be bumps and bruises along the way, but one day, we will
get there. By the grace of God, we will get there. It may not be today,
tomorrow, or the rest of your lifetime, but God is holding you in the palm of
His Hand. When you begin to fall apart, remember, you have not arrived, but you
are getting there.
In the Name of the Father, and of the Son (+), and of the
Holy Spirit. Amen.
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