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"Shame No More, Humility Always"- Joel 2:23-32, Luke 18:9-14--Oct. 23,
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"Shame No More, Humility Always"- Joel 2:23-32, Luke 18:9-14--Oct. 23, 2016

Dan Clendenin was in Oxford, England, researching a paper, when he decided one Sunday morning to go to St. Aldate’s Church. "As I walked into St. Aldate’s," he writes, "the usher handed me a bulletin and enthusiastically greeted me, ‘We welcome all sinners!’" [journeywithjesus, 10/16/16] "It was just what I needed at the time," Clendenin says, but how do you suppose such a greeting would go over here? "Welcome to Second Congregational Church! Here’s a bulletin for you. We welcome all sinners."

"We welcome all sinners!" That’s what they said about Jesus, of course, and not in a good way. "He welcomes sinners!" And they pointed to the usual suspects–tax collectors, prostitutes, people with questionable histories and reputations. You know, those people. Jesus knew they said this about him, and in fact, they were right. He did welcome sinners, and he said that God does too.

So, he told them a story–like he often did–so that they could see themselves a little better.

Two men went up to the temple to pray, one a Pharisee and the other a tax collector. The Pharisee, standing by himself, was praying thus, ‘God, I thank you that I am not like other people: thieves, rogues, adulterers, or even like this tax collector. I fast twice a week; I give a tenth of all my income.’ But the tax collector, standing far off, would not even look up to heaven, but was beating his breast and saying, ‘God, be merciful to me, a sinner!’ I tell you,[Jesus said] this man went down to his home justified rather than the other; for all who exalt themselves will be humbled, but all who humble themselves will be exalted.

The original impact of this story is lost on us, because we’ve been denigrating the Pharisees for so long, we expect the Pharisee to be the "bad example." But that is unfair. The Pharisees of Jesus’ time were actually the ones who kept the faith together, in the midst of occupation, who dedicated their lives to trying to live God’s way. Tax collectors–the Publicans--, on the other hand, were much more morally suspect. They were agents of the enemy, the occupying Empire, who made their living not only by collecting the mandated taxes but adding their own cut, which was how they raised their own salaries.

To see the Publican [or tax collector] as honorable [writes Paul D. Duke] and the Pharisee as a creep makes the story false, curdles it to a dishonest (and easily anti-Semitic) morality tale and sends us straight into the trap of saying, ‘God, we thank you that we are not like this Pharisee!’ Better to see him as he is–a thoroughly decent, generous, committed man–and to see the Publican as a compromised, certified stinker... [The Christian Century, Oct. 1995]

Two prayers: "God, I thank you that I am not like other people...the sinners, who do bad things, like that tax collector." and "God, be merciful to me, a sinner." The one man–the Pharisee–judges his worth, and other people’s worth, by what he does or doesn’t do, what they do or don’t do. The other man–the tax collector–knows what he does–collects taxes, colludes with the enemy–and defines himself that way–"a sinner." Yet, he goes home "justified," or "right with God," Jesus says, because he throws himself on the mercy of God, who sees his worth beneath his deeds, this God who "welcomes sinners."

The Pharisee, like so many of us, thinks that he has to justify himself by what he does. He has to earn his worth. His self-worth is built on how well he obeys the laws, what he does, where he spends his time, who he associates with. Don’t get me wrong–our deeds do matter. We must walk the walk and not just talk the talk. But our essential worth? God knows that that is deeper than our deeds. The Pharisee thinks he can "get right with God," that he can earn God’s love and approval, by his deeds, and, conversely, that God does NOT love those who don’t follow the law. The tax collector knows that he’s not "right with God," and so throws himself into the mysterious, counterintuitive mercy and love of God, and Jesus says he went home "justified."

In a way, this story is a perfect description of the difference between "guilt" and "shame." We may experience guilt when we have done something wrong, when a transgression has occurred. Guilt can actually be productive and constructive, if it prompts us to get back on track, to make amends, to change our ways. Those "transgressions" or breaches which so many of us could name and write down a couple Sundays ago were expressions of our guilt.

Shame, on the other hand, is a feeling of unworthiness or regret because of who we are. Shame goes to our essential value or worth. It’s not about what we’ve done but about who we are. How do you change that? How do you change the parents you were born to, or the place where you were born, or the color of your skin, or the sexual identity or orientation you were born with, the number of years you’ve lived or the way your body is put together? There really is no recourse for shame, if it’s about who you are. And that’s a terrifying, enraging, destructive place to put someone in, or to find yourself.

But we all do, says shame researcher Brene Brown. "We all have it," she writes. "Shame is universal and one of the most primitive human emotions that we experience. The only people who don’t experience shame lack the capacity for empathy and human connection. Here’s your choice: Fess up to experiencing shame or admit that you’re a sociopath. Quick note: This is the only time that shame seems like a good option." [Daring Greatly, p. 68] Shame, Brown defines it, "is the fear of not being worthy of real connection," not ever being worthy of belonging [Daring Greatly, p. 8] but of course, we human beings, as she puts it, are "psychologically, emotionally, cognitively, and spiritually hard-wired for connection, love, and belonging... It’s why we’re here... What gives life purpose and meaning." [Ibid., p. 68] So, to fear that we can never be worthy of belonging, of connecting, that is the seed and source of all kinds of destructive behavior.

"God, have mercy on me, a sinner," the tax collector cries. Who I am is a sinner. In his cry for mercy, the tax collector desperately hopes that there is something in him that God can find worthy of connecting to, and, Jesus says, yes, he is worthy of connection. He went home "justified," right with God.

"God, I thank you that I am not like other people," the Pharisee prayed...those people not worthy of connection with me. Oddly enough, such a statement is also based in shame, for the Pharisee thinks we are made worthy of connection by what we do, not who we are; that we have to prove our worth, that we have to justify ourselves.

The 4th c. desert saint John the Dwarf said, "We have put aside the easy burden, which is self-accusation, and weighed ourselves down with the heavy one, self-justification." [cited by Dan Clendenin, op cit.] The heavy burden is having to prove ourselves worthy of connection, instead of simply believing we are worthy. Those who do so believe – that they are worthy of connection – are what Brene Brown calls Wholehearted people, those who engage in life from a place of worthiness, resilient to shame, in other words. This means living a life of courage, compassion, and connection, which conversely, means being vulnerable. Living wholeheartedly, reaching out to connect with others, believing that we are worthy of love and connection, makes us vulnerable to rejection, hurt, failure, and criticism, but it also makes us resilient to shame, able to move from that temporary sense of unworthiness to a deeper, more resilient place of worthiness and connection.

When you start looking for it, it’s amazing how pervasive shame is in our culture. In the last 10 years, Jean Twenge and Keith Campbell write in their study, Narcissism Epidemic, the number of diagnoses of narcissistic personality disorder has more than doubled, and underlying every level of this diagnosis is shame [Brown, op cit. , p. 21] There is a fear of being ordinary, so grandiosity is perceived to give some kind of protection against ordinariness and shame. You may have noticed this syndrome at some of the highest levels of our society. It’s devastating–to the people with it and all the people in their orbits. All based in the fear that "I’m not enough. There’s not enough. I’ll never have enough."

"Worrying about scarcity," Brene Brown writes, "is our culture’s version of post-

traumatic stress disorder. It happens when we’ve been through too much, and rather than coming together to heal (which requires vulnerability), we’re angry and scared and at each other’s throats." [Daring Greatly, p. 27] That pretty much sums up the 2016 presidential campaign. The opposite of scarcity is enough, I am enough, there is enough, wholehearted living.

"God, I thank you that I am not like other people, like those people," those Trump supporters, those Hillary supporters. "Our capacity for smugness is astonishing," wrote Paul D. Duke, back in 1995.

In the nation and in the churches, what a rage is on to assure ourselves and define ourselves by who we are not like. Could there be a better indicator that we have no idea who we are? When our eyes move away from our own shadowy hearts, there is no place else to look but at someone else, and no comfort but in claiming: Well, I’m not like that! [in Clendenin, op cit.]

1995. 2016. A rage is on and we still don’t know who we really are.

"You shall eat in plenty and be satisfied," God says through the prophet Joel, "and praise the name of the Lord your God, who has dealt wondrously with you. And my people shall never again be put to shame." Shame–that fear of not being worthy of connection-- does not come from God. In fact, God put the lie of separation to rest by coming to live among us, as one of us. There is nothing you can do–deny, abandon, run away–that can forever separate you from God–unless you choose to. That’s how I understand hell–separation by our own choice, not God’s condemnation. "My people shall never again be put to shame."

"I tell you," Jesus said, "this man went down to this home justified rather than the other; for all who exalt themselves will be humbled, but all who humble themselves will be exalted." All who humble themselves–not accuse themselves of being worthless or worms, but rather who can empty themselves enough to be filled with God–they will be exalted.

Humility is typically a hard thing for us to grasp, [Paul Duke writes]. It involves being able to see the truth about who we really are and accept others as they are. And more than that; it leaves room for us to see the grandeur that is God. It allows us to be who we were called to be in God’s order, rather than who we envision ourselves to be. It enables us to prepare to receive God into our lives–not the God we want or the God we think we need, but God–Creator, Redeemer, and Sustainer, who loves us more than we can even fathom, on the days when we are sinners and the days when we get it right and the days (which is mot of them) when we don’t even know which we are."

We are loved by an unending Love. We are worthy of connection, of belonging, and so is everyone else. "Whoever you are, wherever you are life’s journey, you are welcome here." "No judgments, just Jesus," as the Wisconsin church featured on the back of our bulletin says. There is nothing in all creation that can separate us from the love of God, which we know in Christ Jesus, as Paul wrote. This is the gospel of Jesus Christ, and this is really good news.

Amen, and amen.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
"Prayer Warriors"-- Jeremiah 31:27-34, Luke 18:1-8 --Oct. 16, 2016

"Prayer Warriors"-- Jeremiah 31:27-34, Luke 18:1-8 --Oct. 16, 2016

Clergy are prohibited by law from making partisan political speeches from the pulpit. It puts their congregation’s tax-exempt status into jeopardy, though some have argued that it’s a limit on their freedom of religion. Other than to urge you to vote in this November’s election–a right people have died for--, I will not be delivering any partisan, political sermons today or in the weeks to come, but I have to confess that I don’t think ignoring the political context in which we gather for worship each Sunday and live our lives the rest of the week is particularly helpful or even possible. Unless you watch only the Weather Channel or Home Improvement shows, you can’t turn on your television without hearing or seeing something about the political campaigns. You certainly can’t go on Facebook or any of the other social media outlets without seeing at least one post about some candidate. It’s almost as though it’s in the air we breathe, and I don’t have to tell you, the air has gotten pretty toxic. It has gotten into our bloodstreams, our bodies have absorbed the brutality and ugliness of the rhetoric, old and new traumas have been unearthed. One can barely imagine such a thing as a "purple state," because red and blue seem so irreconcilable. Without downplaying or denigrating the horror and trauma of bomb-and-blast places of war, like Aleppo or Mosul, it feels at times as though we are living in a war zone.

Nancy Rockwell, a UCC pastor and blogger in Exeter, NH, writes about a friend of hers who is a professor of theology at So. Methodist University and who is an active member of her Methodist Church. She’s also African American. When asked if she thought a Catholic priest should be sent in to do an exorcism on one or both of the campaigns, she jokingly replied that in her church, the Prayer Warriors would be on top of this.

"African Americans, in my opinion," Rev. Rockwell writes, "have learned more about the power of prayer and its practices than any other Christian group." You’ll recall the powerful witness of the people of Mother Emmanuel Church in Charleston, SC after the shooting of 9 members of their congregation by a white supremacist. "No liturgy, moving and eloquent as they can be," Rev. Rockwell writes, "no silence, profound and revealing; no beloved Book of Prayers can come close to being surrounded by a group of black women who have put on the armor of faith and are operating as prayer warriors." [biteintheapple, 10/9/16]

If you have been prayed over by a group of faithful prayers, maybe even had hands laid upon you in prayer, you’ve had a taste of this power. Or maybe in the midst of a health or other crisis, when you’ve thought to ask for prayer or your community has simply known you needed to be held in prayer, you may have experienced an inexplicable sense of being held, or loved, or being at peace. Rev. Rockwell writes, "Too often, this power [of prayer] gets focused on small personal details in individual lives. These deserve prayer. But not a war of praying."

"Where is the circle of Prayer Warriors surrounding Donald Trump for the sake of the 40% of the nation who believe in him? [she asks, and then laments, ] No powerful evangelical has taken on the position of Campaign Chaplain....Doesn’t he need their support,... to heal his campaign?" And what about Hillary? we might ask. Doesn’t she need a circle of Prayer Warriors surrounding her, healing her campaign?

"While I’m on the subject," Rev. Rockwell writes, "I’d like to see a gang of African American prayer warriors march into Hillary’s HQ, surround Bill, and promise to keep him occupied from now until the election, anytime he isn’t giving a campaign speech," (and also while he’s giving a campaign speech, I might add). "Who more than Prayer Warriors believe in redemption? Believe that a man [or woman] can change? Believe that God can use the worst of us, to bring out the best in us? Believe that justice can, at last, be won?" (Ibid.)

Isn’t it time to send in the Prayer Warriors?

The widow who kept pestering and waling on the unjust judge was a prayer warrior. The word in Hebrew for "widow" means "silent one," "one unable to speak." [John Pilch, Cultural World of the Gospels] Jesus uses this person on the margins of society as a model for persistence in prayer, and prayer here is the relentless demand for justice. She is anything but silent.

The judge in the story, translator Mark Davis says, is a man with power who is living as if there is no moral order to the universe and as if life has no divine purpose, meaning, or consequences. [leftbehindandlovingit, 10/9/16] The widow keeps coming, day after day, demanding that he "grant [her] justice against [her] opponent, [her] adversary," which literally means, "anti-justice." She is not only annoying, she is fully in his face, not only "wearing him out," but "making him black and blue." She is focused, determined, fearless.

"Jesus told them a parable about their need to pray always and not to lose heart," Luke sets up the story. But again, we have to be careful about too neatly assigning roles here. Is God really like the unjust judge whom we have to keep pestering to grant us our prayers? Or is God more like the widow, relentlessly seeking justice, never giving up?

Tracy Farmer, a physician who has worked tirelessly to bring health care to the poor of Haiti and who wrote the book Mountains beyond Mountains, picks up a term from JRR Tolkein’s Fellowship of the Ring Trilogy, in which the Elves of Lothlorien admit they are losing their battle for their forest lands; yet they are committed to staying in the "long defeat." Farmer acknowledges that his efforts too are a "long defeat"–"I have fought the long defeat [he writes] and brought other people on to fight the long defeat, and I’m not going to stop because we keep losing. Now I actually think sometimes we may win. [that was before this last hurricane which devastated Haiti] I don’t dislike victory...We want to be on the winning team, but at the risk of turning our backs on the losers, no, it’s not worth it. So you fight the long defeat." [cited by Dan Clendenin, journeywithjesus, 10/16/13]

Glennon Doyle Melton, whose blog momastery and her books Carry On, Warrior and Love Warrior, have inspired and given hope to many women, states that we need to stop pretending life, parenthood, and friendships aren’t hard. Like M. Scott Peck’s book The Road Less Travelled which was a best-seller back in the 1970's, and which began with the revolutionary sentence, "Life is hard," we have too often been led to believe that life should be easy. That bad things shouldn’t happen to good people. That life should be fair. So, it’s tempting to misunderstand, minimize, or explain away the things that don’t go well or easily or fairly.

"We are born to be warriors," Doyle Melton writes, "strong, powerful, and brave; able to confront the pain and claim the love that exists for us all." Words not often enough directed to or believed by women especially. The challenge, she says, is "how to use crisis as a springboard to truer identity and a better life....how to enter the fire of our lives and transform it into fuel to light the world..." to become "Love Warriors."

"The days are surely coming, says the Lord [through Jeremiah], when I will make a new covenant with the house of Israel and the house of Judah...[and] this is the covenant that I will make...: I will put my law within them, and I will write it on their hearts; and I will be their God, and they shall be my people. No longer shall they teach one another, or say to each other, ‘Know the Lord,’ for they shall all know me, from the least of them to the greatest, says the Lord; for I will forgive their iniquity, and remember their sin no more."

Jeremiah prophesied in a time not so unlike ours as you might think. The nations were in turmoil, the leaders making alliances with almost anyone but God, a gap of literally hundreds of desert miles between the elite in exile and the poor left behind in the rubble of cities and villages.

"The days are surely coming, says the Lord" Jeremiah cries, "when I will make a new covenant with the people....and I will put my law within them, and I will write it–etch it–on their hearts." God’s law, which, as Bruce Epperly says, is not oppressive or rigid, but "liberating, encouraging creativity and care for each other, transformative, present as our deepest reality," written on our hearts. God’s law–not our own, self-centered, my way or the highway law; God’s law–not some imposed, dictated, outside law; but God’s law–in which I discover my truest self, my deepest joy, my own well-being aligned with the well-being of the planet.

"Jesus told them this parable about their need to pray always and not to lose heart." The widow who kept pestering the unjust judge – "Grant me justice against my adversary"– this woman who was supposed to be the "silent one, the one unable to speak"– she spoke what was in her heart day after day, over and over, "because [as Barbara Brown Taylor puts it] saying it was how she remembered who she was. It was how she remembered the shape of her heart." [The Long Way Home, cited in Weekly Seeds, UCC, 10/19/13] The law of God had been written on her heart, had shaped her heart. And courage, by the way, originally meant, "telling the true story of your heart." [Brene Brown] "Jesus told them this parable about their need to pray always and not to lose heart."

It is that courage, that persistence, that hunger for justice, that love for God and this achingly beautiful world and incredibly blessed country that we desperately need at this critical time. We need people who are called to be Prayer Warriors to keep Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton and every other person running for offices of leadership and responsibility surrounded and infused with the fierce love of God. We need Prayer Warriors to pray over our fragile planet. We need Prayer Warriors to pray our community rife with addiction and despair. Can you imagine if those Prayer Warriors devoted themselves and trained themselves like the men and women who are called to be warriors in our nation’s armed services do? Can we even imagine what such a training and devotion would look like?

Even those of us not called to such a commitment can still add our energies and intentions to the healing and guiding of our nation, can still refuse to add to the ugliness and hatred and deceit being offered up, can send love and compassion toward those whose opinions and positions differ so profoundly from ours, for our own sake as well as ours. For though prayer is a mystery, it changes the prayer if not the prayed for. For the truth is, we must live together, or we shall die together, at least die to the vision that once formed the nation. May the fire of our lives and the crisis of our times be transformed into the fuel that can light the world and remind us of our true identities. In this battle, whether it is the long defeat or the ultimate victory, may we be found strong and brave and true.

Amen, and amen.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
"Telling the Truth"-- Jeremiah 29:1, 4-7, Luke 17:1-4-- Oct. 9, 2016

"Telling the Truth"-- Jeremiah 29:1, 4-7, Luke 17:1-4-- Oct. 9, 2016

Rabbi Arthur Waskow, in his reflection for Yom Kippur, recalls the 2-sentence short story by Franz Kafka–"One day a leopard came stalking into the synagogue, roaring and lashing its tail. Three weeks later, it had become part of the liturgy[--part of the order of worship]. " "Our task," Rabbi Waskow says, "in every generation, every year, is to let the leopard out of the cage of liturgy–scary, and full of life." [tikkun.org, 9/21/16]

...A leopard came stalking into the synagogue, into the church...Can you imagine? This graceful, powerful cat, muscles rippling, huge paws reaching out, silently padding its way down the aisle,....Stalking into the sanctuary, roaring and lashing its tail... scary and full of life...turning its head and staring into our eyes, into our souls...

It would be hard to find an image or a feeling further away from our usual experience of reading the prayer of confession together on a typical Sunday morning, or the 30-60 sec. of silent reflection that follows. Some people don’t think we should even have a prayer of confession. The church has beaten down and shamed people for far too long, they say, and they wouldn’t be completely wrong. Instead of the seed of light or divinity planted in each one of us, too often the focus has been on a seed of "sin," "original sin," it’s sometimes called, passed down almost genetically from generation to generation. No matter how hard we try, we can’t help ourselves from sinning.

Taken to an extreme, this understanding leads to the proposition that our sin was so bad that God finally had to send Jesus to carry all that sin and take the punishment we deserve for us, because, of course, a just God would demand such a punishment. "Substitutionary atonement" is the technical term for that, in case you were wondering, and it sets up all kinds of truly scary conclusions about God.

Judaism has no concept of "original sin." "The Jewish concept of ‘sin’ [as one rabbi explains it] is that of thinking of ourselves as an arrow aimed at a target of being the most loving and compassionate and generous person we could possibly be, but which has gone slightly off-course and is missing the target." It’s called "repentance." So during the High Holy Days–these days between Rosh Hashanah (the New Year) and Yom Kippur 10 days later–through prayer and fasting, the intention is to get the arrow back on course–kind of a mid-course correction, if you will, "a soul tune-up." "We search our deeds, ask God to forgive us for where we have gone astray, and seek forgiveness from each person in our lives whom we may have hurt unintentionally or, sadly, even intentionally." [editors of Tikkun, 9/21/16]

It’s not unlike part of the process that various 12-step groups go through. Steps 8, 9, and 10 are: "made a list of all the persons we had harmed and became willing to make amends to them," "made direct amends to such people wherever possible, except when to do so would injure them or others," and "continued to take personal inventory, and when we were wrong, promptly admitted it." [from Twelve Steps, of Alcoholics Anonymous]

Jesus is also clear about dealing directly with the offenses and hurts we inflict upon one another and are inflicted with. "Be on your guard!" he warns his disciples. "If another disciple sins, you must rebuke the offender, and if there is repentance, you must forgive. And if the same person sins against you seven times a day, and turns back to you seven times and says, ‘I repent,’ you must forgive." Elsewhere, Jesus talks about clearing the air between you and another church member before you come into worship. It’s that important. It’s that hard, as immediately after he says this, Luke says that the disciples cried, "Increase our faith!" This is tough going. Remember the leopard stalking into worship.

While our Jewish brothers and sisters go deeply into these 10 High Holy Days for prayer and repentance, they are still encouraged to make daily and weekly amends. It is our custom to be reminded of the need for those "course corrections" every week, because, as Kayla McClurg writes,

Without noticing, oh so sublty, we drift away. We step around each other, uncertain how to connect, not wanting to interfere, to bear responsibility, to navigate the uncertainties. We feel the chill of increasing distance, and snuggle up closer to our jobs, our worldwide web of acquaintances, our witty and clever opinions. Like adapting to the earth’s dizzying spin, we barely notice how we slide inch by inch by slippery inch from the fundamental human connections that are given to keep us steady in the world. We don’t see or value the bridges God puts between us and among us, let alone walk across them. Even among others, we live as though alone." [inward/outward, 9/24/16]

This process of confession and forgiving is literally "repairing the world," as Jews understand it–tikkun. Repairing the breaches, the tears in the fabric, a mending of that which is torn. Yom Kippur is sometimes called the Sabbath of Sabbaths, a foretaste of the world to come, the return of the soul to the mother. "In some sense, one becomes angelic, purified from the transgressions of the previous year, starting anew with a clean slate." (Eliot Wolfson, Harvard Divinity School News and Events, 9/30/16)

An important part of Yom Kippur is "getting a clearer sense of where our society has gone astray," (Tikkun, 9/21/16) recognizing the systemic and outright injustice, cruelty, idolatry, the incredible off-course direction of our society, our culture, our world. We are part of all that, whether intentionally or unintentionally, which is why when sometimes our prayers of confession seem not to apply to us, they do. The wisdom of confession or telling the truth is that not only are we part of these systems, we must also see those who are caught up in or even perpetrating this injustice, corruption, or cruelty as wounded human beings. Otherwise, we cannot challenge them with a clear heart, we are too liable to being drawn into the injustice, corruption, and cruelty ourselves, and so repair of the fabric will not be made. There are days, like the past couple, when I feel soiled or wounded just from listening to the news. We need a daily practice of forgiveness, repentance, and letting go into the Light if we are to be able to reach the level of consciousness that will be required for this work.

"Seek the welfare of the city in which you live," Jeremiah sent word to the exiles living in Babylon. "Build houses, marry, have children," plant seeds of life even in the midst of a society that often seems hellbent on death. Keep on forgiving, keep on being honest with yourself and God, keep on planting seeds of light and faith in the midst of your ordinary life.

"One day a leopard came stalking into the synagogue, roaring and lashing its tail. Three weeks later, it had become part of the liturgy." "Our task," Rabbi Waskow says, "in every generation, every year, is to let the leopard out of the cage of liturgy–scary, and full of life." What if we faced our truth fully–what we have done or should have done, what we have allowed to happen or helped to make happen, who we have become and who we might become, what kind of world we are leaving for the next generations, what kind of a community we are creating–and yes, what we have done in the past that we might still amends for–what if we faced that truth fully? Like the leopard, it is scary AND full of life. Imagine clearing out the clutter, letting go of the hurt and resentment, being freed from having to do it all at once, by yourself, being honest, getting a look at "the most loving and compassionate and generous person you could possibly be," –and in the presence of the One whose name is Mercy, Compassion, Love, and Light, being assured without a doubt that you are loved, forgiven, set free. Halle, hallelujah!

Imagine the freedom and lightness with which we might work together to build the Beloved Community, to call our country back–or really, forward-- to its highest good, to live lightly on our earth that it too might be restored. Imagine! But know that, like the leopard, or like the lion Aslan in C.S. Lewis’ Lion, Witch, and the Wardrobe, who Mrs. Beaver described in awe, "He is not safe, but he is good," know that this truth-telling and vision-clearing will not make us secure or comfortable. It will make us alive and faithful.

"Unless we let the Leopard out to roar and lash Her tail," Rabbi Waskow warns, "unless we open ourselves up to being shaken by His passion and compassion, we find when the gates are closing at the end that we may have experienced nostalgia, but not the transformation Yom Kippur was intended to make happen." (Ibid.) Unless we take the crucifixion of Jesus, and his willingness to trust God even in the worst the world had to offer, we will not experience the transformation of resurrection either.

"I want Jesus to walk with me...." is a song for scary times. The way is not easy. We have too often strayed from the hard road, seeking the ease of the road more traveled. My friends, I don’t have to tell you that these are troubled and troubling times. Even after the election, whoever wins, it will be a scary time, our country divided and fearful and angry, nations at war in so many ways. More than ever, we need clear hearts and minds. We must be about the daily, weekly, yearly work of repairing the breaches, the wounds, the divisions. The One who walks beside us is not afraid. The One who walks beside us has seen the worst. The One who walks beside us will help carry the load and provide all that we need. "In life, in death, in life beyond death, God is with us. We are not alone. Thanks be to God! Amen.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
"Nurturing the Seed"- 2 Tim. 1:1-14, Luke 17:5-6-- Oct. 2, 2016

"Nurturing the Seed"- 2 Tim. 1:1-14, Luke 17:5-6-- Oct. 2, 2016

Marva Collins went to school in a strict one-room schoolhouse in Alabama in the 1940's,in the days of segregation in the south, and was given extra assignments and challenges by her father at home. After graduating from college, Ms. Collins became a substitute teacher in the Chicago public schools, and was appalled at the treatment and disposal of poor black students. Finally, she withdrew the $5000 that was in her teacher’s retirement fund and opened a private school in the top floor of a brownstone in the westside Chicago neighborhood where she lived. Beginning Westside Preparatory School with her own 3 children and 2 others, Marva Collins developed an educational system based on the principle that there is a "seed of greatness" in every child. For more than 30 years, graduates of Westside Preparatory School became full and contributing members of society, went on to college and other higher levels of education, and attributed their success to Marva Collins’ tough but respectful interest and commitment to each one of them. "I believe in you," she said to every student, and would "water" and nurture "seed of greatness" she had discovered in them. She practiced grounded positivity, based on the actual seed that was there in a student, not one that she didn’t make up or see present, for that would be building pseudo-self-esteem, as she called it. The question she asked was not, "Is this student smart?" but rather, "How is this student smart?" And then, "How can we cultivate this seed of greatness?"

Marva Collins’ teaching methods are still sound. The story is told of one little boy who wasn’t doing well in school and his self-esteem was slowly but surely being whittled away. Finally a wise teacher noticed that he always carried in his pocket 3 little balls, and every chance he got, he would juggle them. She invited him to demonstrate his juggling skills in front of the class and then to teach other students how to do it. The students in the class began to see this young boy in a new light, and he began to see himself in a new light. He began to think of new ways to teach others how to juggle, and in the process, began to do better in his more academic studies. That teacher had uncovered his "seed of greatness."

"Teacher," the disciples said to Jesus, "Increase our faith!" And Jesus replied, "If you had faith the size of a mustard seed, you could say to this mulberry tree, ‘Be uprooted and planted in the sea,’ and it would obey you."

"If you had faith the size of a mustard seed,..." Jesus said. It sounds like maybe he doesn’t think they do, but actually this construction in Greek, according to a number of scholars, is what is called "a condition of certainty." "If you had faith–AND YOU DO–you could do this." In other words, Jesus is saying that the faith that you have is already sufficient–celebrate the gift of that seed! "The faith you have, though small, is more than enough to do all that you dream of and more." [Glenn Monson, Law and Gospel Everywhere, 9/24/16]

"Increase our faith," the disciples had said to Jesus. That was right after he had told them of the need to forgive even a person who had offended them 7 times. "Increase our faith," they said. "This is too hard for us!" The disciples, like us, were focusing on what they lacked. "I’m not good enough, smart enough, successful enough, strong enough, pretty enough, thin enough, brave enough, spiritual enough..." "You already ARE enough," Jesus said. "You’ve got a seed of greatness within you, planted there by God. Water it. Nurture it. It’s all you need to do what God wants you to do."

And who said you had to uproot and move trees? "Increase our faith"–super-size us, upgrade us, make us spiritual giants. Who said you had to become famous? Who said you had to be "the greatest"? Who said you had to perform "miracles"? Certainly not Jesus. Leave the uprooting and moving of trees to God. Have faith the size of a mustard seed in God–faith, as in trust, confidence, commitment, not belief in some statement about God. Trust God, even a little bit. Practice in the small things, make it a habit. If you’re feeling discouraged, try remembering, "I am beloved.." When things seem to be taking a bad turn, try, "All will be well..." When you or someone are in distress, try, "Thank you, God, that you already at work healing, holding, ..." Begin again each day.

Faith is a muscle, not an idea, as preacher David Lose says [workingpreacher.org, 10/2/16]. The more you use it, the stronger it gets. The small deeds of kindness, the random acts of beauty, have a huge impact. Imagine how empty and grim a place the world would be if we subtracted all those little acts, all those quiet words of encouragement, all those small gestures of grace and beauty. The seed of greatness is already planted in you. Just ask any of those everyday heroes who unthinkingly reach out to grab a child running into the street, or tackle the kid with the rifle shooting up the schoolyard, or filling a subway station with music that soothes and fills weary commuters. "I didn’t think," they’ll tell you. "It’s just what you do." It’s what that seed of greatness, that faith the size of a mustard seed, enables you to do.

"Rekindle the gift of God that is within you," the writer of the letter to Timothy said. "...that faith that lived first in your grandmother Lois and your mother Eunice and now, I am sure, lives in you..." Rekindle the gift, blow on the ember–"It only takes a spark to get a fire going..." the hymn says. "That’s how it is with God’s love, once you’ve experienced it...Pass it on...." The spark, the ember, the seed–it’s not just for our own warmth or growth–it’s for the world, for the community. "The kingdom of God–the reign of God–is like a seed...." Jesus said. That’s how the kingdom comes.

Just a piece of bread, just a sip of wine, contains the whole Body and Blood of Christ. Our actions and reminders of unity here today ripple out into the world and join with others all around the world who celebrate the life of grace and oneness. "Excellence is not an act but a habit," Marva Collins said. "The things you do the most are the things you do the best." May the love, compassion, and justice we practice here become the habits we express in our community and in our world. The faith that we have, however small, is more than enough to do all that we dream of and more. It is enough for God to move mountains or build the kingdom. Let us keep the feast. Amen, and amen.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark

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