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Sun and Fun! a community celebration of the environment, solar, and sustainability was held Saturday, August 22 from 10-3 pm here at Second Congregational Church on Hillside Street in Bennington. A perfect summer day with sun gave us lots of opportunities for fun. Sun-colored balloons joined the church’s solar panels high on the church roof. Displays and activities by at least 17 local groups en"light"ened visitors about solar power, local hiking and outdoor opportunities, community time-sharing, bee-keeping and much more. From 11-2 live music by the Cindy Legge Trio provided a high-energy mix of rock, pop, and country classics along with Cindy’s originals. Food was prepared by a local chef with ingredients from a local community-supported agriculture farm, and was raved about by visitors. Kids learned how to be good to our earth through a scavenger hunt, story time, face painting and s'mores made in solar ovens. “Compost” sundaes were a tasty way for kids and adults to learn about how to compost garden and kitchen debris.

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"Where Does God Live?"- 1 Kings 8:22-30, 41-43, Ps. 84-- Aug. 23, 2015

"Where Does God Live?"- 1 Kings 8:22-30, 41-43, Ps. 84-- Aug. 23, 2015

What an amazing event yesterday’s Sun and Fun was! So many different people here to have fun, to learn about so many different environmental and earthcare groups and methods, to celebrate our efforts and commitment to live more sustainably and responsibly, to meet new people, and maybe to see what this church that they didn’t really know much about was up to here on Hillside St. Of course, the weather was perfect for a Sun and Fun event, because we could be outside, on the lawn, all over our property, and only inside for a few necessary occasions–like eating, or using the bathrooms, or having a little quiet time with the kids. I suspect that for many of us who know the inside of this building pretty well, we may have been in places and ways we’re not used to being when we think of "being at Second Congregational Church."–out on the parking lot, on the front lawn... Our experience of "the church" may have been expanded a little, beyond the walls, out to the edge of the property, and, hopefully, a whole lot further than that.

"How lovely is your dwelling place, O Lord of hosts!" the psalmist sings. "Will God indeed dwell on the earth?" Solomon asked. "Even heaven and the highest heaven cannot contain you, much less this house that I have built!...But regard your servant’s prayer and his plea, O Lord my God...that your eyes may be open night and day toward this house,...that you may heed the prayer that your servant prays toward this place."

There is something about this place, isn’t there, that makes us believe that somehow God is here in a way God is not elsewhere. We call this a sanctuary, a place to hold the sacred or holy, and there are expectations about how we act here–don’t run, we tell our children, be very quiet. We try to be on our best behavior, maybe more careful with the language we use. When the public school teachers met here during the strike a few years ago, a number of them spoke about how this place was a sanctuary for them, a place of safety, of peace, dare we say, a holy place. There is an on-going discussion in some of the 12-step groups that meet in our building about whether profanity should be allowed, since they meet "in a church." "I haven’t been in a church for so long," I’m told more often than you’d think, "that the walls might cave in if I stepped foot in there." "Take off your shoes," God is said to have warned Moses, "for you are standing on holy ground."

Where does God live? That’s a perfectly good question our children may ask us, a good Godly Play sort of question–I wonder where God lives? Does God have a house? Is it in church? In heaven? In temples or mosques or synagogues? Beth-el, the name of our local synagogue, literally means house of God.

Of course, even in the ancient stories of Israel, God is pretty clear about not needing or really wanting a house. In fact, God tells King David through the prophet Nathan, "Are you the one to build me a house to live in? I have not lived in a house since the day I brought up the people of Israel from Egypt to this day, but I have been moving about in a tent and a tabernacle. ...Did I ever speak a word with any of the tribal leaders of Israel, whom I commanded to shepherd my people Israel, saying, ‘Why have you not built me a house of cedar?’"

"The house" that God promises to David, instead–the house that God wants–is a people. "Being of the house of David" means, being of David’s lineage.

The same can be said of the church. Even though the language may be architectural–"I will build my church upon you," Jesus is reported to have said to Peter, the Rock–it is the people, not the building, that Jesus is talking about–the ekklesia, the community, that is to become Christ’s body, not Christ’s home, in the sense of a building. "I am the church, you are the church, we are the church together," the song goes. The warning is clear and repeated throughout the Biblical testimony–don’t confuse God with a place or any other container. That is idolatry, #2 in the hit parade of commandments.

So, of course, God is not only to be found in a church building. Many of us experience God in nature–in our gardens, at lakesides, on mountaintops and ski slopes and hiking trails. We experience God in music that transports us, that speaks beyond words. And we experience God in our relationships, in our families, in our communities, including our church community or family. But we know that nature can be violent and destructive, witness the horrible wildfires burning out west, or the devastation of hurricanes and tornadoes, earthquakes and floods, as we come upon the anniversaries of Irene and Katrina. Music can be coarse or vapid or trivial. Too many families are dysfunctional and abusive; too many churches, for that matter, are dysfunctional and abusive, let alone petty and divisive. What kind of God is found in those storms or in those relationships? What kind of God is found in those churches? Some would say it is the God of anger and retribution, the God of righteousness, the God who demands obedience and subservience, the God of hierarchies and vengeance. That, in my humble opinion, is a cop out.

It is a cop out because it puts the blame solely on God. It is a cop out because it makes us only victims, puppets at the hand of a manipulative God. God destroyed those houses? What about our responsibility for building homes and structures in ways and places that take the power of nature seriously? God caused that hurricane, that flood? What about our responsibility for heating the atmosphere and the oceans? God allowed that massacre? What about our responsibility for acting lovingly and ethically? What about our responsibility for speaking out against injustice?

An article in the Huffington Post this week told about research by Dr. Josh Packard, through the Social Research Lab at the University of North Colorado, in which he reported that "There are now 30 million de-churched people in our country. Another seven million are about to walk out the door. They are done or almost done with the church."

Of those who are "done with the church," over 55% participated actively in the ministries of the church, many were leaders, givers, teachers. It was with profound grief that they left. This is true across age ranges–not just young people, but the over 55 group as well. These people came to church seeking an experience of God, through the experience of community, which is essential to these people, and through engaging in meaningful activity and service.

But instead of community, they say, what they experienced was judgment– judgment about hair or dress, judgment about sexual orientation, judgement about this and judgment about that. "What was particularly disconcerting," Dr. Packard reported, "were the subtle forms through which judgment was expressed: a raised eyebrow, whispering, gossip, jealousy, ostracism."

When "the Dones," or "Almost Dones" looked for opportunities to serve, they encoun-tered one bureaucratic obstacle after another. They want to make a difference in the lives of other people but they are asked to invest their time and talent in keeping the institution up and running." That is an unavoidable part of community life, they acknowledge, but making it the priority is frustrating." (posted 8/13/15)

"Happy are those who live in your house," the psalmist sings, "ever singing your praise. Happy are those whose strength is in you, in whose heart are the highways to Zion." It is clear that this is more than a building the psalmist is talking about. It’s not a call to occupy the Temple. To "live in God’s house" is to attend to God’s presence, wherever you are. It is to know that we live and move and have our being in God.

The theme of this summer’s 30th General Synod of the UCC was "Unexpected Places"– "seeking to explore some of the ‘unexpected places’ where we hear God’s voice, encounter the Spirit, and find the United Church of Christ lifting up its witness in the world." My question is, where do we NOT expect God to be? Is there really such a thing as a "God-free zone"?

My guess is that what makes this building or even this property "holy ground," as opposed to stepping off the curb onto Hillside St., is that we have an expectation that we might encounter God here, that something about the relationships we develop here will be holy, that the music or the message or the prayers will somehow take us to a place where we sense the presence of God. What we expect, what we focus on, determines what we shall find.

All those people who say they are "spiritual but not religious"? Many of them have experienced "religion" like the "Dones" or "Almost Dones"–or they think that’s what all "religious" people are like. Or they’ve never experienced "religious people" who are not judgmental, who care about the environment, who don’t demand or expect you to be able to spout off a list of precepts about God or Jesus or anything else that you and everyone else must believe, who accept you no matter what your race, economic condition, disability, or sexual orientation is, who believe God hasn’t finished speaking. That’s why "non-religious" events like Sun and Fun are important, to get folks who long for community and meaning interaction to come without the "religious" overlay, to come and experience what makes a place "holy" and relationships sacred. What we have to offer is spiritual and religious.

In an informal poll of his students, Bruce has found that well over 80% of them have never even been in a church or synagogue or otherwise "religious" building. Not by choice or intention; it’s just that it never occurred to them, they’ve never had occasion. Nothing in their world–in the media, in the culture, in their online community, in any of the relationships they have–even includes a religious community, except in a negative sense–religious extremists acting out, committing acts of violence or hatred. The ones who aren’t extreme are silent about their religion. These are not the "Dones" or "Almost Dones." These are the Nones, with no religious affiliation at all.

Our future as a church community–if we are to have one–will require that we find ways of communicating the value of participating in a community like ours. If there are no expectations of encountering a holy, healthy, loving presence here in this place, then we must be vessels of that presence in the wider community. We create a dwelling place for God, so to speak, at the Kitchen Cupboard when people can acquire fresh vegetables and healthy food in an atmosphere of welcome, free from judgment. We create a dwelling place for God at Madison’s Brew Pub when we come together there to discuss matters of faith while sharing food. We become dwelling place for God when we "practice the presence of God," as Brother Lawrence put it, intentionally being open to God while we do the dishes, stand in line at the grocery store, change a child’s diaper, sweep the living room floor, visit a friend in the hospital or nursing home, when we practice expecting to find God everywhere and in all people.

And this place can become a dwelling place for God if we make it a place, as Walter Brueggemann puts it, "for the practice of alternative imagination," [cited by Kate Huey in sermonseeds, 8/23/15]. "People don’t come to church for preachments, of course," Kurt Vonnegut said, "but to daydream about God." We must make this a place where the consumerist, fraudulent, dominating voices of our culture are stilled. In his book Introverts in the Church: Finding Our pLace in an Extroverted Culture, Adam McHugh writes, "When introverts go to church, we crave sanctuary in every sense of the word, as we flee from the disorienting distractions of 21st-century life. We desire to escape from superficial relationships, trivial communications and the constant noise that pervade our world, and find rest in the probing depths of God’s love." As an introvert, I say Amen to that, but I’m guessing extroverts might crave some of that too.

In Jesus, of course, God chose to dwell not in a place but in a human being, to be a living, breathing, moveable feast, so to speak, like each of us can become–with practice. The forces arrayed against our becoming that are strong and many, as Paul’s admonition in the letter to Ephesians suggests that we need to put on the whole armor of God. But our tradition offers practices like prayer and meditation, coming together for worship, the sacraments in which the real presence of Christ is offered, a community of support and accountability and opportunities for service, for making a difference in the world. We can become "attractive fields" of God’s energy and compassion, reminders that the God of love cannot be tied down or limited, but rather is able to work even through flawed and broken vessels like us, able to make any place holy ground. Holy lovely is your dwelling place, O Lord God of hosts! Amen.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
"Where is Wisdom to be found?" -1 Kings 2:1-12, 3:3-14, Ephesians
5:15-20--Aug. 16, 2015

"Where is Wisdom to be found?" -1 Kings 2:1-12, 3:3-14, Ephesians 5:15-20--Aug. 16, 2015

 

A colleague of mine posted on Facebook that it’s been "interesting" and "difficult" to be thinking and preaching about Wisdom this week in the midst of the Presidential campaign. "I know," replied another friend. "I’m preaching about hell next week and it’s so much easier."

One wonders what the responses would be if, as happened with Solomon, God were to come to each of the presidential candidates in a dream and say, "Ask what I should give you." I started to let my imagination play with that for a while, wondering how God might appear to each, which of them would recognize the voice, let alone what they might ask for. I decided it would be a fun party game, with all sorts of comic possibilities, IF you put aside the fact that the consequences of this election are deadly serious and important.

In the verses assigned for today, the young king Solomon, feeling overwhelmed at the responsibilities thrust upon him at the death of his father, King David, responds to this generous offer from God, after recounting how great and steadfast God’s love had been for David and that God had in fact placed Solomon on the throne now, after much bowing and scraping, Solomon says, "Give your servant therefore an understanding mind to govern your people, able to discern between good and evil; for who can govern this your great people?"

God is clearly pleased with this request, and says,

"Because you have asked this, and have not asked for yourself long life or riches, or for the life of your enemies, but have asked for yourself understanding to discern what is right, I now do according to your word. Indeed I give you a wise and discerning mind [heart]; no one like you shall arise after you. I give you also what you have not asked, both riches and honor all your life; no other king shall compare with you. IF you will walk in my ways, keeping my statutes and my commandments, as your father David walked, then I will lengthen your life."

The great Old Testament scholar Walter Brueggemann is quite willing to say that this is revisionist history at the very least. What our reading skipped over was Solomon’s swift and ruthless dispatch of his brother, a former general and a former priest, and while Solomon was known for his wisdom in discerning which of two women was the real mother of a baby brought before him, as well as for his building of the great Temple in Jerusalem, Brueggemann reminds us that Solomon’s reign was also marked by deception, violence, and "inordinate greed that is unsustainable." Solomon’s accumulation of wealth and "honor" distort the wisdom he is given, as we have seen happen over and over, and this account of God’s coming to Solomon in a dream merely gives Solomon’s subsequent actions a religious stamp of approval[Odyssey Network Scriptures, 10/15/12] . That may be a little more cynical than you choose to be, but Walter Brueggemann rarely sugarcoats.

What would you ask God for? ("Ask what I should give you.") It’s not quite the genie in the bottle offering to grant 3 wishes, but what do you want above all else? That is a question worth giving some thought to.

A minister friend relays the story, told to him by the child’s mother, of a 6 year-old boy at a local swimming pool. He was standing at the deep end, toes curled over the edge, and stood there for a long time, contemplating whether he should or shouldn’t, unsure if he should or could do this. "And just when it seemed he was going to back away from the edge," his mother reported, "he looked up to the sky, put his hands together and said, ‘O Lord, give me skills or give me gills!’ And he jumped." [Told by Timothy T. Boggess, Day 1, 8/16/15]

"Give me skills or give me gills." Other than being almost unbelievably perfect [I actually know some 6 year-olds who could easily have come up with that prayer!], it is a great answer to the offer from God, "Ask what I should give you." Give me what I need to overcome this challenge– the skills, or give me what I need–the gills–to endure whatever it is I need to go through. How shall I live wisely, as the apostle Paul admonishes the people of Ephesus? "Be careful then how you live, not as unwise people but as wise, making the most of the time, because the days are evil."

Give me wisdom, Solomon asked, the ability to discern the difference between good and evil.

"Give me wisdom"–Wouldn’t love our leaders to ask--"Give me the ability to discern that which protects, serves, and cultivates the relationships of your people to you, to themselves, to each other, to the earth, to the systems of governance, and to our surrounding nations, [show me how to lead within and beyond Ferguson and Baltimore; what is the path of wisdom in the Middle East? ]...and show me what is evil–what destroys, threatens, corrupts any of these relationships." (Harper, Odyssey Networks–Ferguson 1 Year Later: Give Us Wisdom, 8/10/15] Can you imagine any of the current presidential candidates offering that prayer?

"Give me wisdom." Wisdom, you may know, is a figure personified in parts of the Bible as a female, dancing and playing alongside God at the beginning of creation, God’s "delight," and as a grown woman whose name in Greek is Sophia. The alternative to the reading about Solomon today was this reading from Proverbs about Wisdom Sophia, as Eugene Peterson puts it--

9:1-6 Lady Wisdom has built and furnished her home;

it’s supported by seven hewn timbers.

The banquet meal is ready to be served: lamb roasted,

wine poured out, table set with silver and flowers.

Having dismissed her serving maids,

Lady Wisdom goes to town, stands in a prominent place,

and invites everyone within sound of her voice:

"Are you confused about life, don’t know what’s going on?

Come with me, oh come, have dinner with me!

I’ve prepared a wonderful spread—fresh-baked bread,

roast lamb, carefully selected wines.

Leave your impoverished confusion and live!

Walk up the street to a life with meaning."

Here is a picture of wisdom that is wholistic, strong, and appealing, an invitation to life. In contrast, Folly, a few verses later, issues her invitation, offering only bread and water, and, ultimately, death. Which would you choose? Which invitation seems to be the one we are answering to?

Be careful then how you live, [Paul writes], not as unwise people but as wise, making the most of the time, because the days are evil. So do not be foolish, but understand what the will of the Lord is.

How shall we live? How shall we use this time wisely, how to redeem the time, even? "Do not get drunk with wine," Paul says, but rather "be careful how you live." As sociologist Brene Brown points out, we have the most in-debt, obese, addicted, and medicated adult cohort in U.S. history today, which she attributes to our attempt to numb vulnerability, which, alas, ends up numbing everything else. [TEDX Houston, Shame] "Be careful how you live, not as unwise people but as wise." Pay attention. Feel what you feel, risk vulnerability. Be fully alive.

Come with me, oh come, have dinner with me! Lady Wisdom says. I’ve prepared a wonderful spread—fresh-baked bread, roast lamb, carefully selected wines. Leave your impoverished confusion and live! Walk up the street to a life with meaning."

This Wisdom is more than intelligence, but also "brings it together with feeling, intuition, sensory input, and experience," as Parker Palmer says [cited by Kate Huey in sermonseeds, 8/16/15]. Wisdom encompasses justice and compassion.

In the WholeBeing Institute, through which I took my Positive Psychology course, there is a helpful model for living which has the acronym SPIRE. As we sit beneath this rather funky, striped "spire," we might be reminded of these 5 aspects of a wise life–S, for spiritual, P, for physical, I, for intelligent, R, for relationships, and E, for emotional. Every day we need to pay attention to each of these aspects of our lives if we are to live wisely, with a sense of well-being.

"The highest form of wisdom is kindness," the Jewish Talmud says, kindness to others, kindness to self, wisdom. It goes way back in our religious heritage.

In fact, the strength and power of our Wisdom tradition have all too often been lost or repressed in our Western form of Christianity. We in the west have focused on Jesus as Savior, the unique One who has come to save us. In her book Wisdom Jesus, Episcopal priest and scholar Cynthia Bourgeault writes,

The Christianity of the East saw things radically different. Christianity was supremely a wisdom path. For the earliest Christians, Jesus was not the Savior but the Life-Giver. In the original Aramaic of Jesus and his followers, there was no word for salvation. Salvation was understood as a bestowal of life, and to be saved was to be made alive.’ Entering the waters at the hand of John the Baptist, Jesus emerged as Mahyana, ‘The Life-Giver.’ He came forth also as the Ihidaya, ‘the Single One’ or’the Unified One.’ Nowadays we’d call him ‘the Enlightened One,’ a person whose life is full, integrated, and flowing. Jesus’ disciples saw in him a master of consciousness, offering a path through which they, too, could become ihidaya, enlightened ones. [This kind of Christianity] focuses on the path. It emphasizes how Jesus is like us, how what he did in himself is something we are also called to do in ourselves. By contrast, [salvation Christianity ] tends to emphasize how Jesus is different from us–‘begotten, not made’; belonging to a higher order of being–and hence uniquely positioned as our mediator.

This wisdom path may seem strange, Bourgeault suggests, a fringe aspect of Christianity, "unorthodox"--but as we learn more about the other 270 degrees of the Christian whole, (which includes the Orthodox Church) it turns out we are the variant. [p. 21]

"Give me wisdom." "Give me skills or give me gills." Live wisely, because the days are evil. Jesus, in the Wisdom tradition of Christianity, is the embodiment of Sophia, Wisdom. He is the way, the truth, and the life, not as an exclusive object of our worship, but as the way to God, to become enlightened, wise.

Are you tired? Jesus asks in Matthew’s gospel. Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me–watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly." [Mt. 11:28-30, The Message]

Leave your impoverished confusion and live! [as Lady Wisdom says.] Walk up the street to a life with meaning." May we too walk in the way of Wisdom, and so may we find life.

Amen, and amen.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
"Ordinary People" --Ephesians 4:25-5:2, John 6:35, 41-51-- Aug. 9, 2015

"Ordinary People" --Ephesians 4:25-5:2, John 6:35, 41-51-- Aug. 9, 2015

 

We are in the midst of this month-long summer picnic that the creators of the common lectionary –those readings that are assigned for each Sunday--have devised for us this month, starting with the feeding of the 5000 and then followup discussions about Jesus as the Bread of Life. As sometimes happens at summer picnics, you can get a little ants-y, tired of the same old conversations, ready for some food that’s really cold or hot instead of air-temperature, feeling a little fried from sun-exposure, ready, at some point, to pack it in and go home. You may be feeling that way about this 6th chapter in John by now–I know I’ve had my moments–but the party’s not over quite yet, and there are still morsels to be savored.

"Jesus said to them, ‘I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never be hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.’" OK, we heard that last week, and it still is really a remarkable claim. "Then the Jews began to complain about him because he said, ‘I am the bread that came down from heaven.’ They were saying, ‘Is not this Jesus, the son of Joseph, whose father and mother we know? How can he now say, ‘I have come down from heaven’?"

Look who’s getting all high and mighty on us, in other words. We know you, Jesus, and your mother and father. You put your pants on one leg at a time like the rest of us. You may be smart, but you’re no better than the rest of us.

Sounds a little smarmy, maybe, a little too defensive, but as Lutheran pastor David Lose says, [inthemeantime, 8/3/15] I do kind of get it. How can this kid who grew up among them, the crowd surely wondered, how can he be the one God sent to save them? Who does he think he is and what kind of God would send someone like him to save them–save them from Rome, save them from the very real hunger that too many of them knew all too well, save them from their sorry lives of dullness, mistakes, screw-ups, failures?

They were angered, Lose imagines, at Jesus’ audacious claim that he is the one they’ve been waiting for. Is he making fun of their ideas about God? A God you want to be able to call on and who answers quickly, clearly, with power, maybe even a miracle? Jesus of Nazareth was NOT the answer to their prayers they were looking for. Was he "making fun of their deep needs for a God who transcends the very life which is causing them so much difficulty?" I do kind of get that.

"I am the bread of life," Jesus said. "Whoever comes to me will never be hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty." "Isn’t this Jesus, the son of Joseph, whose father and mother we know?"

We know you, Jesus, and we know ourselves. We know what we’re like–our weaknesses, our failures, our fears, our shame, our regrets, our prejudices and biases, how we can disappoint others, and ourselves. You are just like us, Jesus, and yet you claim to be the bread of life that came down from heaven. You’re starting to make us more than a little angry, and if you are the one sent to save us, we are all doomed. So, as is often the underlying emotion to anger, the crowd is not only angry, but also probably afraid–afraid that God doesn’t have much of a plan to save them/us, and maybe even worse than that, that we’re not worth saving. I get that too. Dare we say they/we are a little disappointed in this God.

Our first gods, as children, are our parents. They are the all-powerful ones upon whom we are utterly dependent for our survival. Not only do they–hopefully–provide us with food and shelter and nurture, but they also teach us about the world, which is completely new and unknown to us. At some point in our development, though, we discover that our parents are not gods. They are flawed human beings, capable of being wrong, capable of doing things that may not be right or healthy or smart, capable of not knowing everything. We may be angry or feel betrayed by our parents’ imperfection, but at some point, we need to accept it and get on with figuring out what kind of human beings we will be.

The development of our faith isn’t so different. Our first conception of God bears a remarkable resemblance to our parents, maybe particularly one or the other. God is all-powerful, all-knowing, all-seeing, the source of punishment and reward, who you have to appease to stay in His [usually] good favor. But then something happens that goes against that image–even though we’re as good as we can be, bad things happen; even though we pray so hard, and promise to be good, our beloved pet, or maybe a parent or friend or sibling, still die. Maybe millions of people die, intentionally exterminated, and God "did nothing about it." Innocent, good people gathered for Bible are killed by a hate-filled man. Children still starve and die from preventable diseases. What kind of God is that? Who needs a God like that? Many people quit right there, rejecting God altogether.

And if God uses ordinary things–like bread and wine and water–to transform us, well, maybe we can be forgiven for wondering how great a plan that is. It’s kind of counter-intuitive, isn’t it? Water? Bread? Wine? Transformative? "Where we expect God to come in might," David Lose writes, "God comes in weakness; where we look for God to come in power, God comes in vulnerability; and when we seek God in justice and righteousness–which is, after all, what we all expect from a God–we find God (or rather are found by God!) in forgiveness and mercy." (Ibid.)

John’s portrait of Jesus is as in charge and powerful as any of the gospels, but it is only to the extent that he empties himself of self so that he is an open vessel for God. That is how he can say "I am the bread of life," able to give life to those who would receive it. It is by the I am–God– in this flesh-and-blood Jesus, who was willing to be used and filled by God, that we are "saved," given new life. It is through ordinary elements–water, bread, wine–that God acts to transform us in what we know as sacraments–things made holy–and it is in ordinary people like Jesus and you and me–is that heresy?-- that God chooses to become incarnate, enfleshed, extraordinarily ordinary.

So it is not in being "raptured up" into heaven, but rather in living in community, as Paul wrote about in his letter to the church in Ephesus, that we encounter God and join with God. So it matters how we live together–speaking the truth, in love; getting angry, but not letting our anger consume us; working honestly so that we might have something to share with others; being careful how we speak, what words we use, how we contribute to the clear or toxic atmosphere between us; being gentle and kind with one another, forgiving one another, so that the past doesn’t determine the future.

"I am the bread of life," Jesus said. Andrew Prior reflected upon his experience of helping his mom transition into more full-time care, clearing out her house, surrounded by family and objects that sparked a lifetime of memories, coming to terms with her increasing inability to do much of anything for herself, becoming "undone," as he put it.

When we are undone, [Prior wrote], and can no longer be ourselves, God’s only hands for us are the hands of others. The only real bread of life is people, people who are prepared in a small way–or much more–to be consumed by our need for care....The self-preserving life which will not be consumed, which will not be bread for others–will still grow old and die. [Andrew Prior, One Man’s Web, 8/9/15]

Those who would save their lives, Jesus said, will lose them, but those who lose their lives–give of their lives–for my sake, will find them. You’ll become bread for one another, the bread of life.

"Isn’t this Jesus, whose father and mother we know?" Yeah, it is. And God chose to become flesh in him. Those who are open to it, who are willing to suspend their hard and fast notions of who God is and how God acts, "anyone who has spent any time at all listening to the Father, [as Peterson puts it], really listening and therefore learning, comes to me to be taught personally–to see it with their own eyes, hear it with their own ears, from me." This is Jesus whose father and mother you know.

And the thing is, God still chooses to become flesh in ordinary people, people whose parents are Mary and Joe, or Helen and Al, or Susan and Frank, or who knows who? In ordinary people like you and me, who struggle with living in community, even in us, God’s radiance dwells and is able to shine and even blaze forth sometimes.

Even with us [Frederick Buechner writes], something like that happens once in a while. The face of a man walking his child in the park, of a woman picking peas in the garden, or sometimes even the unlikeliest person, listening to a concert, say, or standing barefoot in the sand watching the waves roll in, or just having a beer at a Saturday baseball game in July. Every once and so often, something so touching, so incandescent, so alive transfigures the human face that it’s almost beyond bearing. [Listening to Your Life, p. 204]

Ordinary people rise to the challenge, jumping in to grab a toddler out of the way of an oncoming car; standing up to speak for justice; keeping watch through the long night at a hospital bedside. Even in the midst of a long August picnic, we can become bread for one another, bread for the whole world even, which, despite all the odds against it, God still loves and seeks to save. This is the gospel of Jesus Christ, and this is really good news. Amen, and amen.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
"Craving Radiance"- John 6: 24-35-- Aug. 3, 2015

"Craving Radiance"- John 6: 24-35-- Aug. 3, 2015

 

In weather like this, it’s easy to put a perfectly good loaf of bread in the breadbox one day and find it covered in luxurious green the next morning. As one breadmaker said in an interview on NPR, "There’s a fine line between fermentation and putrefaction." [cited by Mark Davis, Left Behind and Loving It, 7/28/15] . The process that makes yeast ferment and makes bread to rise is so close to the process that spoils it.

When the crowd came looking for Jesus the day after he had fed them with the 5 loaves and two fish, [the story that you heard last week], he said to them, "Very truly, I tell you, you are looking for me, not because you saw signs, but because you ate your fill of the loaves. Do not work for the food that perishes, but for the food that endures for eternal life, which the Son of Humanity will give you."

There is "bread that delights in taste and satisfaction of hunger," Mark Davis writes, "but which also spoils over time." [ibid.] That is the bread the crowd was looking for and the bread which we spend most of our lives looking for, "working for the food that perishes," as Jesus says. But Jesus also remembered that other time when he was hungry, having fasted for 40 days, "We do not live by bread alone," he told his Temptor then, at least not by the bread that spoils and perishes. We live–truly live, become fully alive–by the food that endures for eternal life; not by the bread that Jesus produces for the crowd, but by the bread that Jesus is.

"We crave radiance in this austere world/ [poet Elizabeth Alexander writes], light in the spiritual darkness." [from "Allegiance," in Crave Radiance]. We crave radiance. I was finally able to listen to a whole broadcast of OnBeing with Krista Tippett on VPR last Sunday. It’s on from 7-8 Sunday mornings, and I am usually getting up and ready, catching only snippets at the beginning and sometimes, the end, and then, if I’m smart and remember, I read through the transcript of the interview later on in the day. If you don’t know about this show, I urge you to check it out.

Last Sunday Krista’s 2010 interview with Elizabeth Alexander was re-broadcast, and I savored every minute of it. I even was smart and remembered to read the transcript during the week, to catch what I had missed. Elizabeth Alexander was the poet who read her poem "Praise Song for the Day"at Barack Obama’s inauguration in 2009. I was grasped by the title of Ms. Alexander’s book of poetry–Crave Radiance–as it so perfectly captures the hunger and thirst that is at the heart of all our hungers.

I do crave radiance. Call me a religious nut case, if you will. "I hope you didn’t think about religion on vacation," someone kindly said to me this week, but alas, I did and I do think about it–not the religion of institutions and committees and pronouncements, but the "re-ligio"–the tying together, the "re-ligamenting" of who we are with each other and with the Source of our being? Yeah, I think about it all the time. Crave radiance.

The psalmist knew about this craving– "As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God."

Jesus called God "abba," "papa," in Aramaic the word also means, "source of the radiance." "We crave radiance in this austere world," Alexander writes, "light in the spiritual darkness," and in her interview with Krista Tippett, she said, "We crave truth-tellers. We crave real truth....There is so much baloney all the time."

Donald Trump attributes his popularity to his truth-telling. "I tell it like it is," he claims, and his approval ratings among Republicans suggest there is, indeed, something going on here. Of course, the same might be said of Bernie Sanders, who has been "telling it like it is" for over 40 years. We crave truth-tellers. We crave real truth..There is so much baloney all the time." I’ll leave it to you to decide whether you think Donald or Bernie are telling the truth, or if it’s baloney.

"Very truly, I tell you, [Jesus told the crowd] you are looking for me, not because you saw signs, but because you ate your fill of the loaves. Do not work for the food that perishes, but for the food that endures for eternal life, which the Son of Humanity will give you."

We are indeed offered so much baloney, by our politicians, by advertisers, by the media, even, too often, by religious institutions or personnel. Jesus seems to be saying here, Mark Davis points out, that there is a way of pursuing faith that is wonderfully attractive but which can prove ruinous in the end....Instead of the bread he produces, which will spoil, Jesus says to crave the bread which he is." [ibid] What we need is not right doctrine, or even memorable stories, but a way of being, a way of being fully alive. That’s the radiance we crave. What we need is food that endures. What we need is light that is radiance, not just manufactured or glittery, bouncing off the surface, but rather Light that radiates from the Source of the Radiance, that, in fact, is at the heart of our being.

Now, of course, "there are people in the world," as Gandhi said, who are "so hungry that God cannot appear to them except in the form of bread." The hunger that we experience as relatively well-fed people is not the same as the full-body, physical hunger of those who are literally starving. One American woman who went to Haiti wrote,

[In Haiti] I have seen a little girl try to ease her hunger by eating dirt. When I approached her, she covered her lips to conceal the mouthful of grit and pebbles, but tiny tell-tale stones glistened on her lips and chin....I just wish we could set a table [or have Jesus turn the stones into bread] for the little Haitian boy who cried in my arms last night....I asked him why he looks so sad. He burst into tears, eyes full of pain, and whispered, ‘I’m hungry.’" [in Kate Huey, sermonseeds, 7/28/15]

Crave radiance, but first remember those who crave food and water.

"What if the mightiest word is love?" Elizabeth Alexander asks in her inaugural poem. "Love beyond marital, filial, national, love that casts a widening pool of light, love with no need to pre-empt grievance..." She is asked if a word such as love has any place in a political context, like the inauguration of a president. "The word is sober," she replies. "The word is grave. The word is not just about something light and happy and pleasurable. The word calls up deep, deep responsibilities."

"Very truly, I tell you, [Jesus said,] you are looking for me, not because you saw signs, but because you ate your fill of the loaves. Do not work for the food that perishes, but for the food that endures for eternal life, which the Son of Humanity will give you." This bread which Jesus is, this radiance direct from the Source, is not merely love, love, love, which, in one sense, is all you need, but it is also hard work, deep, deep responsibilities. It doesn’t always taste or feel good, but it is real, it is true. The hard work is practicing staying open to that Radiance, noticing how and where it appears in our bodies, in our relationships, in our moments of quiet and stillness, in our experiences with community. It is seeing to it that Haitian children have more than dirt to eat, let alone the children who live in our midst here in Bennington. It is the bread we serve at 5 o’clock on Sunday afternoons, and may I remind you that there is always a need for more people willing and able to be part of our Sunday Supper team or to work at the Kitchen Cupboard?

"What if the mightiest word is love?" And what might such a mighty love look like in the context of our community, our nation, our world, so torn apart by divisions of every kind? As Krista Tippett points out, "tolerance" is not nearly a large and mighty enough word for what we are called to do. "Love can sit with disagreement," Alexander says. It can "listen, let it stand whole....Really hearing the grievance of another, intimately, goes a long way to moving people forward." That is the advice given to Bernie Sanders this week by members of the Black Lives Matter movement. Listen. Really hear our grievances, our experiences now.

Poetry, of course, is the currency in which Elizabeth Alexander deals. "Poetry...is the human voice," she writes. Human beings have always sung, she points out, which is another form of poetry. But religion–true religion–is also the human voice, giving rise to the deepest longings of the human spirit. "Poetry," writes another poet, "forms the quality of the light within which we predicate our hopes and dreams toward survival and change, first made into language, then into idea, then into more tangible action." [Audre Lourde, cited by E. Alexander, onbeing]

Is that not what our faith can do–give our hopes and dreams language and ideas and put them into action? Is that not the true bread we long for–to form the quality of light within which we [base] our hopes and dreams..." ? Not in airy, fairy, other-worldly language or images, but like poetry, in the midst of our very ordinary, daily lives? Can a dream rise up through onion fumes... and yesterday’s garbage ripening in the halls?" poet Gwendolyn Brooks writes? Can we experience Radiance in the midst of doing the dishes, balancing our checking account, scrubbing the toilet, checking our e-mail or text messages? What are we spending our time seeking, the bread that spoils or the bread that lasts?

This is the bread that lasts, but also the bread that spoils. Mold could grow on this. The grape juice could become wine or vinegar. What is important is who we become – what kind of bread and drink we become – once we have taken them in. What if the mightiest word is love?

May that word become flesh in us. Let us keep the feast. Amen.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark

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