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"Great Day!"-- Psalm 96, Luke 7:1-10-- May 29, 2016

"Great Day!"-- Psalm 96, Luke 7:1-10-- May 29, 2016

My grandmother’s birthday was on "Decoration Day." May 30, 1898. We made an annual pilgrimage to my grandmother’s house in South Jersey on Decoration Day, and went to the cemetery, where we put flowers on family graves (That was also the day we flipped her mattress).

Decoration Day began as a tribute to Civil War veterans, and then evolved into Memorial Day, a day to remember all veterans in all the succeeding wars, even those after the one that was to end all wars. It is a day laden with emotion and memory for many people, and a reminder to all of us of the price of war, a reminder of the ultimate sacrifice paid by so many. With the destructive power available to us now, capable of destroying the entire earth, and as we learn more about the emotional and soul wounds of war that everyone brings home with them, it is ever more critical to find ways to resolve differences and disputes in more creative, less devastating ways.

So this story from Luke’s gospel which Inge just read for us might serve as a little vignette about dealing with differences, some very significant, and about healing. It is set in occupied Galilee, where Roman soldiers are present everywhere and live in the towns. So there are "issues" here–not only the "issue" of occupation, but also the issue of slavery. And here, the issue of sickness nearing death.

The Roman centurion–meaning, he had command of 100 men–has a slave whom he values highly, and we get the impression he values him not only for the good work the slave does, but for who he is, the character of the man. The slave is "sick and about to die," so the centurion, having heard of Jesus and his healing abilities, sends a delegation of Jewish elders, whom he knows and apparently has worked closely with, to ask Jesus to heal his slave. The elders comply, not just because the Roman officer ordered them to do so, but there is clearly some respect and even affection among the men. "He deserves this," the elders tell Jesus, "because he loves our nation and built our synagogue." Intrigued, Jesus goes with them.

When the centurion hears that Jesus is actually coming to his house, that this rabbi and healer would go to this trouble not only for him but also for his slave, he sends friends to tell Jesus that he really doesn’t need to come into his house–aware of issues of purity and defilement. "Lord, don’t trouble yourself," he says, "for I do not deserve to have you come under my roof. That is why I did not even consider myself worthy to come to you. But say the word, and my servant will be healed."

Jesus is not only moved by the centurion’s faith in his ability to heal, from a distance even, but more importantly by the man’s humility, his willingness to cross cultural boundaries for the sake of his servant, and his recognition of Jesus’ authority. For the centurion knows authority–"I myself am a man under authority," he says, "with soldiers under me. I tell this one, ‘Go,’ and he goes, and that one ‘Come,’ and he comes. I say to my servant, ‘Do this,’ and he does it."

Jesus is amazed, Luke tells us, and uses the centurion’s faith and humility as a lesson for the crowd. "I tell you, I have not found such great faith in Israel." And when the men return to the centurion’s house, they find his servant healed. He is not the only one.

Capernaum has also been healed. A divided community of people have overcome cultural and religious and class barriers for the sake of human need. Each character in this story can see the goodness in the others, which leads to genuine encounters, and finally to healing. [Safwat Marzonk, The Christian Century, 5/11/16, p. 23]

It is a model for dealing with other divisions and barriers. First, identify the human need, the need that is deeper than any religious or cultural or class difference, one which everyone can identify with. In this case, it was a beloved man so sick he was near death. But it might also be a child whose belly is swollen from hunger. A father cradling a son wounded by a bomb. A farmer picking up a handful of dust in his drought-stricken field. A mother weeping over her daughter overdosed on heroin.

The centurion sent a delegation of Jewish elders, whom he knew because he had worked with them; he had spoken with them and listened to them, saw how they lived, how they worshipped. We need to do the critical work of listening to one another, of learning from one another, having those difficult conversations that do not smooth over differences but address them, honor them, open to the possibility that we might actually learn from one another’s differences–differences in religious traditions, in life experiences, in nationality or culture or sexual identity. That doesn’t mean giving up the uniqueness of our own tradition or who we are, so that there’s no "there" there, but allowing the differences to stand alongside one another in a bigger truth.

And the centurion himself, though he was clearly a man used to authority, even in service of an occupation like Rome’s and an institution like slavery, even the centurion modeled a kind of leadership desperately needed in today’s world. Leadership not only of wisdom and

compassion, but also of humility.

A year ago, retired U.S. Representative John Dingell, who had served the 12th Congressional district of Michigan for many years, was coaching Wisconsin congressman Ron Kind. "Ron," Dingell said to him, "never forget that you’ve got an important job, but you’re not an important person. The second you start thinking that you’re an important person, you start to cut corners and think the rules don’t apply to you." [cited by Peter Marty in The Christian Century, 5/25/16, p. 3] Alas, there are too many people in leadership positions today, not only in our country and community, but throughout the world, who consider themselves more important than the jobs they’ve got or are seeking.

It is true not only in government but in the church as well. Peter Marty, editor of the journal The Christian Century, tells the story of an awards ceremony 6 years ago in New Haven, CT at Yale Divinity School, where 4 distinguished alumni were honored. Nai-Wang Kwok, an ordained minister in the Presbyterian Church (PCUSA), received the Lux et Veritas (Light and Truth) award, awarded each year to alumni "with demonstrated excellence and distinction in ministering with Christlike compassion."

Kwok has "devoted his life to the Christian community in Hong Kong [the citation read], advocating for human rights, democracy, and justice. In addition to writing or editing more than 20 books, Kwok spent years working in the slums and public housing projects of Hong Kong. He has served as general secretary of the Hong Kong Christian Council and founder of the Hong Kong Christian Institute."

Kwok’s acceptance speech was three sentences long, delivered in his strong Cantonese accent. "I see I have come back to receive my report card from my Yale education and experience. I find it is an A-, which means that I have done a number of good things, but clearly I have more work to do. Thank you very much for this honor." [Marty, op cit.]

We have done a number of good things, but clearly we have more work to do, as a

church, as a nation, as individuals. New occasions teach new duties, as the hymn says, and we know that the world in which we live requires that we go about the work remaining for us to do with flexibility, with humility, with creativity and imagination, with courage, and by the grace of God. We must learn to sing new songs to the Lord, as the psalmist says–

Get out the message—God Rules!

He put the world on a firm foundation;

He treats everyone fair and square.

Let’s hear it from Sky,

With Earth joining in,

And a huge round of applause from Sea.

Let Wilderness turn cartwheels,

Animals, come dance,

Put every tree of the forest in the choir—

An extravaganza before God as he comes,

As he comes to set everything right on earth,

Set everything right, treat everyone fair." [The Message]

"Set everything right," O God, and give us voice and courage to sing your song. So may we and the earth be healed. So may we at last have peace. There’s a Great Day coming!

Amen, and amen.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
Sunday Suppers at Second Congo

Sunday Suppers at Second Congo

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Each week Sunday supper welcomes folks eager for a hot meal and companionship. Started by members of Second Congregational Church, which has two supper making teams, the Robins (also known as the Roaring Chickens) and the Bluebirds, Sunday Supper now has teams from various other local faith communities who also take turns providing the supper, either cooking in the Second Congo kitchen or bringing an already prepared meal. On Sunday May 22, some half dozen baked hams, two large casseroles of sweet potatoes, 4 ½ pounds of fresh beans, and a big bowl of cole slaw were prepared by eight Second Congo members and enjoyed by 45 people, including nine Second Congo folks. Chocolate layer cake made by Dara was a delicious dessert, accompanied by tea and coffee. Guests helped clear tables and put away tables and chairs.
"Not Who but How"- Proverbs 8:1-4, 22-31, John 16:12-15-- May 22, 2016

"Not Who but How"- Proverbs 8:1-4, 22-31, John 16:12-15-- May 22, 2016

I want to talk about God this morning. Not that we don’t talk about God every Sunday morning. It’s just that Trinity Sunday gives us an excuse to talk about this God whom we earlier affirmed that Cameron and Neely are children of, an excuse to continue the conversation begun centuries ago by our forefathers and mothers in faith. I want to talk about the God I "believe in," that is, I trust in–the God I don’t pretend to comprehend, but who I am committed to staying open to. When people say to me, "I don’t believe in God," I say to them, "Tell me about the God you don’t believe in and chances are I don’t either." "What is the character of your god?" Biblical scholar John Dominic Crossan always asks. That is the critical question. What kind of God do you or don’t you believe in?

Back in the 4th and 5th centuries of the Common Era, the Trinity was a hot topic of conversation. Barbershops buzzed with questions of whether the Son was co-equal with the Father, and taxi drivers–or the 5th century equivalent of them–asked their patrons what they thought about the Holy Spirit. And of course, in good "Christian" fashion, wars were fought over parts of the creed that talked about whether the Spirit came from the Father or was co-equal with the Father. I have to say, the conversations at the Clip Shop these days aren’t anywhere as elevated!

But, as New Testament professor Karoline Lewis says, "The Trinity can’t be the only way to get God. It is as limited and finite as our humanity. It is one attempt of the church to articulate the being of God in a particular time and place." [Dear Working Preacher, 5/15/16] The Trinity was an answer to the question, "How can we experience God in Jesus and the Holy Spirit without making 3 Gods?" The Greek Cappadocian Fathers who articulated the doctrine of the Trinity were steeped in metaphysical mysteries, but trying to fully get inside their heads to understand their amazing vision from our scientific, 21st-century mindset is like trying to translate a Shakespeare sonnet into computer code. Neither one comes out whole.

For one thing, the word that we translate as "persons"–"God in three persons"–has much more of the sense of "state of being"–like ice, water, and steam are three states of H2O. And the interrelationship between the three that these church fathers were trying to describe was much more of a circle dance than a fixed triangle. So, as Karoline Lewis says, there is some cause to "fear when a doctrine takes over our imagination for God." (Op cit.) The original, mystical, dynamic attempt at understanding how God works has over the centuries become a static symbol for who God is.

Episcopal priest Cynthia Bourgeault writes that the Trinity is a process rather than persons, describing how God changes from one state to another, interpenetrating and manifesting in ever new forms. [The Holy Trinity and the Law of Three, p. 15] Rather than being a circle dance that simply spins around itself, Bourgeault is convinced that, perhaps unbeknownst even to the early church fathers, the idea of the Trinity is part of an ever-unfolding "Law of Three," a metaphysical principle that was synthesized within the Wisdom Schools in central Asia [where some of the earliest Christian communities started], that states that the interweaving of 3 interrelated forces or principles produces or manifests a 4th in a new dimension. This is the "driveshaft of all creation," she says, so that "the Trinity reveals the knowledge of how God, the hidden, unmanifest, inaccessible light, becomes accessible light, manifesting and creating love; and how love in turn becomes the driveshaft of all creation, bringing all things to their fullness not by escaping createdness but by consummating it." (P. 17) Let that burn out a few synapses in your fuzzy, Sunday morning brain!

"I still have many things to say to you," Jesus told his disciples in John’s gospel, "but you cannot bear them now. When the Spirit of truth comes, he will guide you into all the truth..." You have more to learn, in other words, you don’t have all the answers. That is as true of John’s community as it is of ours. "God is still speaking," is another of putting it. How different that is from the sign outside of one church I saw which said, "God said it. We believe it. That settles it."

God is still speaking and Wisdom is still dancing, still calling to all human beings. "Does not wisdom call, and does not understanding raise her voice?" Proverbs says. "On the heights, beside the way, at the crossroads she takes her stand, beside the gates in front of the town, at the entrance of the portals she cries out: ‘To you, O people, I call, and my cry is to all that live....The Lord created me at the beginning of his work, the first of his acts of long ago. Ages ago I was set up, at the first, before the beginning of the earth."

"Proverbs responds to the question, ‘What is the world like? How does it work?’" writes biblical scholar Walter Brueggemann. "Wisdom identifies 3 relationships that are crucial to the working of the world. First, wisdom has a peculiar relationship with the creator ["I was by his side at creation"]..Second, wisdom describes its (her?) relationship to all the creatures who come after and in the wake of wisdom...They are [all] created in and through the work of wisdom." So there is a built-in wisdom in all things. You might say this is "intelligent design," but it has a very different meaning than those who protest the teaching of the theory of evolution in schools mean by it. And third, "wisdom has a practical connection to human beings who live in God’s created, well-ordered world." The rest of Proverbs talks about some of the specifics: "respect for the poor, the importance of [life-giving] work, the danger of careless speech, the risk of unpayable debt, the hazard of having the wrong kind of friends," all of which impact the well-being of the community. [Brueggemann, Odyssey Networks Scripture, 5/22/16] [That’s what makes it so hard to watch this presidential campaign!]

Wisdom, or sophia, which is the Greek name for wisdom, is one of those forces or principles that make up the evolving series of trinities in Cynthia Bourgeault’s Law of Three "driveshaft of creation." Like the Word, or logos, which John’s gospel says was "in the beginning," wisdom/ sophia is part of that dance, that ever-evolving, ever-creating dance of God. The Word and Wisdom, the logos and sophia, come together in what we might call Christosophia, male and female, "the cosmic Heart of God," present "in the beginning," before the world was created. Listen to this description from the Book of Wisdom, part of the Apochrypha, which our Roman Catholic brothers and sisters consider scripture– "She is the mobility of all movement; She is the transparent nothing that pervades all things. She is the breath of God, a clear emanation of Divine Glory, no impurity can stain Her. She is God’s spotless mirror reflecting eternal light, and the image of divine goodness. Although She is one, she does all things, without leaving herself, She renews all things. " (Wisdom, ch. 7)

"I still have many things to say to you," Jesus told his disciples in John’s gospel, "but you cannot bear them now. When the Spirit of truth comes, he will guide you into all the truth..." This Spirit of truth, this Holy Spirit, will be with John’s community and our community, Jesus promises, and will continue to teach us. "The Holy Spirit bears within it," Bourgeault writes, "the deep imprint of Jesus’ human life and, because of this, a sensitivity to our human limitations and weaknesses that come from ‘having been there.’...It also bears all the gentleness and delicacy...from its ‘maternal’ side: its deep rootedness in the ground of Sophia...For the Holy Spirit is really neither Jesus nor Sophia but Christosophia, that primordial archetype of androgenous wholeness, now fully actualized." (P. 172) Wow. And we thought gender-free bathrooms was a big deal!

Do you believe in God? What is the character of your God? How is your God? You might not want to talk about the Law of Three or Christopsophia at the Clip Shop, or the morning coffee crowd, or the locker room, but you might also guard against making God too small, too human, too tidy, even when talking with your friends. A community that professes its belief in this God who is still speaking, still creating, is a community still dependent upon the Spirit of that God to teach us. It is a community that makes space for conversation, for questions, that values different voices and experiences. It is a community that looks outward, not just dancing around in our own self-serving patterns, but seeks to embody and manifest the kingdom of God here and now. (David Lose, inthemeantime, 5/17/16) We are part of the unfolding of God’s creative intentions, as we become alive to "the emerging spiritual consciousness of our times," as Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee describes it–

As we silently work upon ourselves, the energy of our devotion becomes a point of light within the world. At the present time a map is being unfolded made of the lights of the lovers of God. The purpose of this map is to change the inner energy structure of the planet. In previous ages this energy structure was held by sacred places, stone circles, temples, and cathedrals. In the next stage of our collective evolution it is the hearts of individuals that will hold the cosmic note of the planet. This note can be recognized as a song being infused into the hearts of seekers. It is a quality of joy that is being infused into the world. It is the heartbeat of the world and needs to be heard in our cities and towns." [cited by Bourgeault, op cit., p. 180]

The need to be a light in the world has never been more urgent. The lessons of Wisdom/Sophia have never been more important to learn. Our birthright as sons and daughters of the God of love and light has never been more important to claim and to live out. So may we sing the song of joy, the heartbeat of the world. May we trust and believe and come fully alive in this God of love and mystery and all creation. Amen, and amen.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
"Everyone Could Hear"-- Acts 2:1-21-- May 15, 2016 -–Pentecost

"Everyone Could Hear"-- Acts 2:1-21-- May 15, 2016 -–Pentecost

The pictures from Fort McMurray, Alberta are hellish–at least the stereotypical images of hell–flames, smoke, wrecks of trees and structures, people terrified and crying, their faces smeared with soot; the tongues of fire merciless in their destruction. And then the images from Oklahoma and the south this week, where tornadoes have raged through community after community, their mighty winds hurling houses and trucks and trees like matchsticks. Fire and wind. I imagine that our candle flames and tinkling windchimes resemble those fires and tornado winds about as closely as our Pentecost worship service resembles that first Pentecost experi-ence, which, if you’ve got plans for the rest of the week, is probably a good thing. My guess is the disciples gathered in that upper room could no more have predicted what their lives would be like after Pentecost than the residents of Fort McMurray could have told you a couple weeks ago what their lives would be like. Utterly changed, transformed. Survivors of forest fires and tornadoes can barely cling to a shred of hope. Peter and the others experienced the fire and wind as the holy bearers of a new age, fueled by the power and love of God which they had experienced in Jesus.

"In the last days," Peter began his sermon, remembering what the prophet Joel had said, "God declares, I will pour out my Spirit upon all flesh, and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young people shall see visions, and your old people shall dream dreams. Even upon my slaves, both men and women, in those days I will pour out my Spirit..." He changed Joel’s words a little , or re-interpreted them, for Joel had painted a picture not unlike Fort McMurray–"A day of darkness and gloom, a day of clouds and thick darkness...Fire devours in front of them, and behind them a flame burns....Before them peoples are in anguish, all faces grow pale....Then after these things, [God declares], I will pour out my spirit on all flesh; your sons and your daughters shall prophesy...."

Peter, though, filled with the fire and power of the Holy Spirit, declares "in the last days"-- these are the last days of the old era, he says, the beginning of the new, the birth of the new creation, when all flesh shall see visions and dream dreams of what God intends for the earth. This is, of course, not the first time we’ve read about amazing "special effects" in the Bible, from Moses and the burning bush or on the mountaintop, receiving the tablets of the law, or Jesus on that other mountaintop, his face and clothing transfigured into blinding light. But those had been for the insiders, for the few in the inner circle, to witness. The tongues of fire and the wind of Pentecost touched everyone present, both inside the upper room and spilling out into the streets, where they all could hear and understand what these rubes from Galilee were saying in their own languages. No longer was the expectation for only a militant, exclusively Jewish messiah, but rather here was a more universal experience of God.

This is one of the foundational stories of the church, as Michael E. Williams calls it. "You can almost feel the wind pulling the folks together from all corners of the known world, and then propelling them back out to share the good news, like the Spirit breathing life into the young church." [cited by Kate Matthew, sermonseeds, 5/15/16] But what was the heart of that good news, so powerful, so transforming, that it could birth a church, a mega-church for that matter, because we read that over three thousand people were baptized that day? What could have translated into so many languages, reach people from so many different cultures, so that despite their differences, they wanted to be included?

It was a message of hope and life, that in spite of all the powers of death and destruction, epitomized by the ruthlessness and oppression of the Roman Empire, symbolized by the crosses that lined all the roads leading into and out of Jerusalem, this God who empowered the disciples could bring new life even to the dead. It was a message of community and sharing, as opposed to the class and religious divisions that excluded the poor and powerless, all those "others." It was a message of love, love embodied in service to one another and willing to lay down one’s life on behalf of the other.

It could be said that the fire and wind that birthed the Church have been doused and calmed over the centuries, largely by forces seeking from the very beginning to squash it, but also by the Church itself. We call on the Spirit to come, like flames, like wind, but do we really mean it? Annie Dillard says we are like children playing with a chemistry set, that we ought to be issued crash helmets and seat belts when we come into worship the God of all creation. What we get is a bulletin and maybe more than the usual number of inserts, and honestly, that’s what makes us feel safe. Give us something to read, to settle down with, to think about. Maybe that’s just a personal confession–that’s what makes me feel safe, which is why I know it’s time for me to step aside and let the Holy Spirit have her way with us.

Preacher and author Brian McLaren writes in his book, Everything Must Change, "A message purported to be the best in the world should be doing better than this."[p. 34] It must be big enough for the big problems we face in the world, starting right here in our own community. How is who we are, what we do, what we preach, here in Second Congregational Church, UCC, good news to the poor in the greater Bennington area? What "language" do we have to speak so that they can hear, comprehend, absorb it as good news? How is who we are, what we do, what we preach good news to the children and youth in the greater Bennington area? It would appear that we are not close to fluent in that language. How is who we are, what we do, what we preach good news to those in the greater Bennington area who turn to substances like alcohol or opioids or other substances to numb their pain? What languages must we learn–or open ourselves up to the Spirit to teach us?

Mark Nepo reminds us that just as there are over 7000 languages known to humans, so there must be at least 7000 ways to listen. Before we can learn to speak any language, we must learn to listen. The candidates running in this year’s presidential campaign have all talked themselves hoarse, but the ones who have been surprisingly successful in both parties have been the ones who have listened enough to those whose voices have not traditionally had a seat at the table and given voice to their anger, their frustration, their despair, their grief, their sense of abandonment. What they propose to do with what they’ve allegedly "heard" is a whole other matter, but suffice it to say, it’s not enough to talk, we must also listen to understand.

"What is this? How is it that each of us hear in our own native language?" "Listening is an act of love," says David Isay, the founder of StoryCorps, heard on NPR. You may have heard Krista Tippett’s interview with him this morning on "OnBeing." He sees the StoryCorps recording both-- "A setting where two people ask the questions they’ve always wanted to ask each other"–as sacred space.

Conversations are taking place at my alma mater, Middlebury College, as they are on a number of other college campuses, that seek to help students, faculty, and staff hear one another about their experiences of racism. Although students from traditionally minority populations now make up about 25% of the student population at Middlebury, it is still an overwhelmingly white campus in an overwhelmingly white town and state. The new president, Laurie Patton, has adamantly maintained that these uncomfortable conversations are not only necessary but welcome. Diversity isn’t enough. Inclusivity–where all feel welcome–is the goal. "I’m comfortable knowing that we are learning from our mistakes," she writes, "and we’re holding each other accountable–to own words, to push us to the next level of inclusive excellence." [Middlebury magazine, Spring 2016, p. 13] We might want to include that perspective as we seek to go to the "next level" in our congregation.

In New Orleans, LA, and in other communities in the south, a series of conversations is taking place around different experiences of racism. In a program called Welcome Table, citizens have committed to a months-long process of story-telling and listening, hopefully, eventually leading to a group project that will directly address some of the issues. It has been in the commitment to listening, though, as well as speaking honestly, that relationships have been forged and new understandings gained. Steven Kennedy, for example, a real estate agent and advisor who is African American, told about his experience of growing up in the midst of violence, and about being incarcerated for four years for selling narcotics. In that same circle, "college professor Nancy Dixon told about also being arrested for selling drugs–a total of nine times. Unlike Kennedy, though, Dixon is the niece of a state Supreme Court judge and hasn’t spent a single night behind bars. When Dixon and Kennedy shared their stories, the ...group together faced ‘a realization that white privilege is a real thing.’" [Mindful Magazine, June 2016, p. 63]

How might we have such conversations–speaking and listening to–our neighbors here in Bennington? Neighbors who may be from a different background than we, who grew up in different circumstances from us, who experience life in this beautiful Vermont town in a very different way than we do? Might we discover any "good news" in the midst of those interactions?

Some in the crowd on that Pentecost day dismissed the disciples as simply being "drunk with new wine." Jesus had something to say about new wine–it can’t be put into old wineskins, remember? lest it burst them and both the wine and wineskins be lost. We are in the process, I hope, of learning how to be new wineskins. The casks of the empire–of the powers that be–are always being filled up and dished out–here, buy and want some more of this; look here–this will make you beautiful or handsome, this will make you look and feel young forever; listen to me, listen to us, we know what’s best for you; oh, nature has been serving us for thousands of years and she keeps giving us more, don’t worry.

The message that enflamed and empowered the disciples two thousand years ago still has the power to transform not only us but the world, but we must stop giving our energy and allegiance to the other story, to the other powers that have led us, including the church too often, to the drunkenness of power, of accumulation, of the exploitation and poisoning of nature, of over-confidence. We must give up the dream of security, isolation, pleasure, and treasure, as Brian McLaren says, and "live a life dedicated to replacing the suicide machine [as he calls it] with a sacred ecosystem, a beautiful community, an insurgence of healing and peace, a creative global family, an unterror movement of faith, hope, and love," [op cit., p. 272] So we must pray differently–not asking for our wish list, but for courage and wisdom. We must buy differently– not just because we think we "want" something, but because we need it, and, ideally, from someone who has cared for the earth and fellow workers in the making of this product. We must work and live differently, knowing there is no "other," we are all in this together.

"Come to us, God Almighty! Send your Spirit!" we called at the beginning of worship. "Ignite the fire in our hearts, feed the flame within. Rushing Wind, blow on us. Grow the sparks and spread them..." Did we know what we were saying? Dare we trust in this God? "Come to us, Spirit of Truth! Consume us with your fire. Let your power shape our world with love and peace and justice. Let your love fill our world with compassion and joy and hope." So may we speak and listen and live and embody Good News, so that all may hear and understand and experience new life. May it be so, this day, and in the days to come. Amen, and amen.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
"Freedom for One–Freedom for All"-- Acts 16:16-34, John 17:20-26--May
8, 2016

"Freedom for One–Freedom for All"-- Acts 16:16-34, John 17:20-26--May 8, 2016

When Julia Ward Howe and other women first declared a "Mother’s Day" in the mid-19th century, it was rooted in social activism and peace advocacy, lifting up the bond between mothers on all sides of war and conflict whose sons were being used as "cannon fodder." "No more!" these mothers cried. These women saw themselves as "social and political activists who benefited society as a whole, rather than as individual contributors to the private lives of single families." [Motherhood and Feminism, but Amber E. Kinser] By the time Congress adopted the national Mother’s Day holiday in 1914, the original intention had been reversed, largely taken over by consumerist and anti-suffragist concerns.

So, our reading from the Book of Acts this morning may actually be more of a "Mother’s Day" story than you might think. And, as I’ve thought about it and worked with this text this week, I’ve also come to think that maybe a better title for this sermon–or at least a sub-title for it–could be "Chain Reaction"–a slight variation, too, from our bulletin cover title "Breaking Chains."

The story begins with Paul and Silas "going to the place of prayer" in Philippi, which , in the story in Acts just before this story, was down by the river. There they had met a woman named Lydia, a dealer in purple cloth, who had been inspired by them to get baptized and to have her whole household baptized as well. In today’s story, they met a slave girl, "who," Luke says, "had a spirit of divination and brought her owners a great deal of money by fortune-telling. While she followed Paul and us, she would cry out, ‘These men are slaves of the Most High God, who proclaim to you a way of salvation.’"

She was what we might call, a psychic, a "diviner," who was able to predict the future and, as one writer put it, "able to see more deeply into the realities the rest of us might miss." (Kate Matthews, sermonseeds, 5/8/16) That, actually, is also the definition of a "prophet," as the Hebrew Bible understood it. In the Greek world, these powers were thought to be from the god Apollo, whose worship center at Delphi drew people from all over, seeking wisdom from the oracle there. The symbol of Apollo was the snake, not unlike the serpent in the medical symbol of Aeschlypus, a symbol of healing.

It is not at all clear that this girl feels enslaved by this spirit of divination, but she is clearly enslaved by the men who own her. She was their cash cow; she made them a lot of money. Her perception of Paul and Silas was spot-on: "These men are slaves–servants–of the Most High God, who proclaim to you a way of salvation." But apparently Paul did not appreciate her evangelistic fervor. "Very much annoyed, [he] turned to her and said to the spirit, ‘I order you in the name of Jesus Christ to come out of her.’ And it came out that very hour." Thus the chain reaction is set off.

Paul gives no thought to the girl’s future, what her owners will do to her now that she is useless to them, at least as a diviner. She, like so many others enslaved, then and now, would most likely be abused, or discarded, perhaps killed. Paul never questions the institution of slavery, which simply reminds us that he, like us, is caught up in a web of cultural understand-ings and structures.

Still, Paul paid the price for disrupting this web of transaction and profit. The owners of the slave girl seize Paul and Silas and drag them into the marketplace before the authorities, charging them with disturbing the peace, advocating customs which "are not lawful for us as Romans to adopt or observe," i.e. to worship a god other than Caesar. A mob joins in, and Paul and Silas are flogged and thrown into prison, where they are bound by chains.

Even in the depths of their dark and dank prison cell, Paul and Silas pray and sing hymns, witnessing to the other prisoners, reminding themselves of the power and peace present with them even in this dungeon. "How can I keep from singing?" And when a level 8 or 9 earthquake shakes the very foundations of the prison about midnight, breaking all their chains, the jailor wakes up and prepares to kill himself, for he is sure that all the prisoners will have escaped. When Paul calls out that they are still all there, the jailor calls for a torch to be lit and rushes in to find them, utterly brought to his knees that they should have considered him. Bringing them outside he asks, "Sirs, what must I do to be saved?" "Believe in the power of Jesus Christ which held us in its care and delivered us from this prison," they say to him, and then "spoke the word of the Lord to him." He binds up their wounds and takes them to his house, where he and his household are baptized, and they share a meal together.

We also do not know what happened to this jailer the next morning when the authorities find out what has happened, but we do know that, beginning with the slave girl’s true seeing of what Paul and Silas were about, all these people are connected in a web of interdependence and consequences. One person’s freedom does not remove them from that web of relationship. And the story reveals the systems in which all the characters were captive-- systems of oppression, systems of occupation and slavery, systems of assumptions and thought of which they were not aware. Not so unlike the systems we still are caught up in, systems of injustice with which we have perhaps made our peace, from the way things work–or don’t work--in Washington and Wall St., the power of money and connections that exclude so many, all of which have been exposed in this presidential campaign; and yet what about our pension funds, our church’s endowment fund, for that matter, which are dependent upon Wall St.’s prosperity? Aren’t we caught up in that? And what about the ways in which those of us who are white, relatively privileged, how we benefit from the way things are? The keynote speaker at our Vt. Conference Annual Meeting was Bishop Dwayne Royster from Philadelphia, who found himself in the midst of the tear gas cannisters and shock bombs thrown by police in the Ferguson, MO protests, who spoke powerfully about the everyday fears and anguish of parents of children of color. It may seem that we in overwhelmingly white Vermont have little connection to those brothers and sisters, but this story reminds us that we are indeed caught up in a web of relationship, no one of us free until all are free; and even in our midst, in our congregation, in our community, diversity exists, as both challenge and blessing.

That is actually good news. We are all connected. The family of which we are a part extends far and wide, supporting us and challenging us. It is the "grace of interdependence," as Bruce Epperly writes, "recognizing that we are, even as agents with freedom to choose and change the world, utterly dependent on a Wisdom and Power Greater than Our Own." (Adventurous Lectionary, 5/8/16) And "what must we do to be saved?" as the jailor asked Paul and Silas–the answer, as Epperly puts it so simply, is "Nothing! Nothing, that is, except recognizing that we are already saved. We are in God’s hands, now and forevermore." And yet that recognition will affect how we will act; even the smallest gesture, one act of kindness or courage sets off a chain reaction that travels through the whole web.

That prayer of Jesus that we read in John 17–often so convoluted and confusing–is simply an affirmation of the web of grace–that God and Jesus and we and our neighbors and the whole creation are one. "May they all be one," Jesus continues to pray down to this day and into the future. That other prayer of Jesus– "forgive us our debts," or "trespasses"–is also a prayer for ties that bind us, but in ways that can cripple us and ensnare us–"loose the cords of mistakes binding us, [one translation from the Aramaic says] as we release the strands we hold of others’ guilt." (Saadi Neil Douglas-Klotz) And it is not only the individual cords or strands, but the structural systems that ensnare us–consumerism, militarism, racism, classicism, walls of misunderstanding and fear between neighbors near and far, assumptions, prejudice. Free us from these, we pray, untangle these, so that the chain reactions of love and light, of healing and justice might race freely throughout the web of creation. May we be one.

May this be our prayer this Mother’s Day. May we all be one. Amen, and amen.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
"At Home in You"- Revelation 21:10, 22-22:5, John 14:23-29 -- May 1,
2016

"At Home in You"- Revelation 21:10, 22-22:5, John 14:23-29 -- May 1, 2016

 

Some of you know that Bruce and I drove down to North Carolina over the school break to visit with my mom for a few days. At 96, she is still living in her own home, though with the support of a wonderful community, and while she’s cut down her daily walks from 6 miles to 2 , and now on the treadmill in the exercise room of the nearby senior home instead of on the streets, she is "doing 96" remarkably well.

My mother’s current home is obviously not the home I grew up in. But it still has a "home-y" feeling about it for me–certainly much of the same furniture, pictures, smells, and, of course, my mother is there. Our first and primal home, for most of us, is where our parents are. And, if we are blessed or fortunate, as I was, home is where we are loved, taken care of, given shelter and guidance, taught a set of values, given a sense of security. We know that that is unfortunately not true for way too many people, for whom home is a place of insecurity, or violence or abuse, a place where food and shelter and protection are woefully inadequate. For too many, home is a car or a doorway, a couch in an acquaintance’s basement or living room; it’s a motel room or a refugee camp, a tent, or a make-shift shelter. For some, home is a painful reminder that one’s gender identity or sexual preference is not acceptable or welcome, that one will never be "good enough" or "smart enough" or "pretty enough." For these brothers and sisters, home has nothing to do with real love.

"Those who love me will keep my word," Jesus said, "and my Father will love them, and we will come to them and make our home with them." It was a remarkable thing to say to his disciples who were getting a clearer and clearer picture that Jesus was actually going away. In fact, this is probably a conversation that John’s community was having amongst itself, as John himself was aging and it had been through him that they had felt Jesus’ presence so deeply. If you love me, Jesus said, and "keep my word," God and I will come and make our home with you, in you. Though you are feeling anxious and afraid, though you are missing your loved one, though it seems there is only absence, in the presence of love we will come and make our home in you, with you. You will always be home with us, not only in some eternal future, but right now, right here, in your midst. Right now, you are loved, you are taken care of, you belong.

John uses the word "abide," or "make our home"–the Greek word is meno–John uses that word over 40 times in his gospel (Alyce McKenzie, patheos). "I am the vine, you are branches. Abide in me. Abide in my love." It’s kind of an old-fashioned word–abide–particularly in our fast-paced world of nano-seconds, of rushing from one thing to another, of multi-tasking, of being so, so busy. "Abide in me." "Those who love me will keep my word, and my Father will love them, and we will come to them and make our home with them."

This week is the 400th anniversary of William Shakespeare’s death. Even those of us who don’t consider ourselves Shakespeare scholars or who, like me, groan whenever there’s a crossword clue about a Shakespeare character, even those of us who feel woefully ignorant about most things Shakespeare, probably "keep his words" in our vocabulary. I was amazed at the number of phrases that we commonly use that were penned by Shakespeare–"as luck would have it" – "waiting with bated breath"–"the be-all and end-all" –"brave new world" – "neither a borrower nor a lender be"–"break the ice"–"refuse to budge an inch"–"cold comfort" – "dead as a doornail"– "cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war"–"Devil incarnate" – "eaten me out of house and home" – "faint-hearted"– "fancy-free"– "forever and a day"– "for goodness’ sake" – "foregone conclusion" – "good riddance" – "hoist with his own petard" –"laughing stock"– "live-long day" – "one fell swoop"– "wild-goose chase" – even, "Knock, knock, who’s there?"!

[cited by Nancy Rockwell from BBC ....]

They have become part of our lives, on our lips, have painted our world. "Those who love me will keep my word," Jesus said. Just one word, singular, so it’s not just about quoting Jesus, or quoting the Bible. It’s more about living the word, the Word made flesh, the Word that is Love and Light and Life. "Those who love me will keep my word–will make me part of their breath, their vision, will be true to their reality as I was to mine," [as we said in our baptismal renewal service last Sunday], being honest, healing, and useful. "And my Father – God – the head of my household–will love you and we will come and make our home with you."

"Home interprets heaven," wrote Charles H. Parkhurst. "Home is heaven for beginners." Robert Frost said, "Home is where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in." "Home is where the heart is," Pliny the Elder said. "Home is where there’s one to love us"–Charles Swain. And Emily Dickinson–"Where thou art, that is home." So much is wrapped up in this notion of "home"! Home is not just an external place. It’s also an internal reality-- Come home to your true self. It’s an eternal reality–"God, you have been our dwelling place in all generations," the psalmist says.

"See," wrote John of Patmos in his wild and inspired Revelation, "See, the home of God is among mortals." With God, we are always at home, ultimately safe, secure, and infinitely loved. Following the resurrection, Jesus appeared among his followers for 40 days, tradition says, and then he "ascended" to heaven to be with God. But he did not disappear into the ether. In fact, he said, it is good and right that you should no longer see my body, for the Advocate, the Holy Spirit of God, will come instead to be with you and in you in a way that I can’t in this body. "Those who love me keep my word, and my Father will love them, and we will come to them and make our home with them."

Surely it is at the table that we feel most at home, and even now, we are invited to the table where the God who loves us invites to eat and drink of God’s very body and blood, to become God’s body and blood on earth. It is here that we are nourished so that we can continue the work of making sure all God’s children have a home, a place where they experience love, where they are sheltered and fed, where they can experience dignity and a sense of self-worth.

Here at this table, we are invited to share the bread of life and the cup of blessing. It is the taste of home. Come to the table. Supper is ready. You are welcome here.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
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