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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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"Everything I Need"- Acts 9:36-43, John 10: 22-30-- April 17, 2016

"Everything I Need"- Acts 9:36-43, John 10: 22-30-- April 17, 2016

From the instant of the Big Bang, it seems that things have been flying apart, falling apart, tearing apart, however you want to think about it. The 2016 presidential primary campaign seems to be the epitome of this, as both Democrats and Republicans have spent an inordinate amount of time and money tearing each other up. I can’t help but think of a favorite childhood poem, "The Duel," by Eugene Fields. Do you know it?

The gingham dog and the calico cat

Side by side on the table sat;

‘T was half-past twelve, and (what do you think!)

Nor one nor t’ other had slept a wink!

The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plate

Appeared to know as sure as fate

There was going to be a terrible spat.

(I was n’t there; I simply state

What was told to me by the Chinese plate!)

The gingham dog went "Bow-wow-wow!"

And the calico cat replied "Mee-ow!"

The air was littered, an hour or so,

With bits of gingham and calico,

While the old Dutch clock in the chimney-place

Up with its hands before its face,

For it always dreaded a family row!...

Next morning, where the two had sat

They found no trace of dog or cat;

And some folks think unto this day

That burglars stole that pair away!

But the truth about the cat and pup

Is this: they ate each other up!

In a world where things fall apart, where we tear each other up, the image of a divine Shepherd, gathering in the pieces and lost lambs, tending the flock, is perhaps a little quaint, but so appealing, even so necessary. In fact, the word Jesus uses when he says, "I am the good shepherd," the word good also means beautiful, as in attractive. In quantum physics, "strangely attractive fields" are energy fields within which patterns form and hold together, if I understand an incredibly simplified version of that concept. "The Lord is my strangely attractive field," a quantum psalmist might sing, or "I am the strangely attractive field," Jesus might say, in the Quantum Physicist’s paraphrase of the Bible.

In the version known slightly better by most of us, the psalmist says, "The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want," or as our pew Bibles’ translation says, "I have everything I need." It’s a powerful, radical statement, here in our consumer culture which urges us to "want"–or crave or desire, not "lack"-- more and more; and here in our present day world, where billions of people do not have everything they need–clean drinking water, adequate shelter, a secure food source, healthcare, let alone dignity and safety. "The Lord is my shepherd, I have everything I need."

We often say this psalm at funerals, usually in the King James Version, which does use the phrase, "I shall not want," and it’s usually that line about walking through the valley of the shadow of death and fearing no evil that makes us think about it in terms of dying and funerals. But what might it mean to "have everything I need" in the midst of death and dying? Isn’t "what I need" in that situation to have this loved one back and well, still living?

The story from Acts which David read for us this morning seems to address that. It’s the story of a woman–the first woman in the New Testament, by the way, to be referred to with the word "disciple"–a woman whose name in Greek was Dorcas and in Aramaic was Tabitha, both of which mean "gazelle." It seems that Tabitha became ill and died, and we gather that this death seemed premature. She hadn’t lived a long life, but rather fell ill and died from this illness.

But Tabitha did not die alone, nor had she lived alone. "She was devoted to good works and acts of charity," Luke tells us. She was an integral part of a community. She made countless garments–tunics and shawls and other items for clothing–not only beautiful but warm and necessary, providing the only shelter from the cold for many a poor person. In death as in life, Tabitha drew a community together, particularly the community of widows whose lives literally depended upon one another, and when she died, this community came together to wash her body, to bring casseroles and soup, maybe even toilet paper and paper plates, as the community of widows who gathered around my mother did when my dad died. And they brought the material creations of her life and work–the tunics and garments which she had made. We do the same thing, when we bring paintings that a person has painted during their life, or quilts they had made, or woodwork they had carved, and we see them again as we celebrate their life with their family. As their life was falling apart when Tabitha died, at the same time the lives of these women were being held together by another Force, another "strangely attractive field," as they gathered in that home in Joppa.

There were, apparently, other disciples of the Good Shepherd there, who knew that Peter was in a nearby town, and so they sent for him to come. In the post-resurrection period, Peter had become a real leader amongst the disciples, carrying on the work of Jesus, preaching and healing and making new disciples...doing what he had promised Jesus he would do in the passage from John we read last week–"tend my lambs, tend my sheep, feed my sheep," in other words, he too became a "good shepherd."

So when Peter arrived at Tabitha’s house and saw the community gathered there, he asked to be left alone with her body, so that he could pray and open himself up to the power of the Holy Spirit. He had been with Jesus when he had done the same thing with Peter’s own mother-in-law, and again when Jesus had said to the young daughter of Jairus, the synagogue leader, "Talitha, cumi. Talitha [so close to Tabitha!], get up!" So Peter now said to this disciple, "Tabitha, get up." "And she opened her eyes and saw Peter, and he gave her his hand and helped her up. Then calling the saints and widows, he showed her to be alive."

Wow, talk about having everything you need! If only such a thing could happen at roadsides where bodies could emerge alive from crumpled wrecks. Or at bedsides of those whose bodies have been wracked with cancer. Or in countless other places where we long for miracles to somehow restore our loved ones to us, to have them shown to us to be alive.

We know that Tabitha or Dorcas eventually died again, as Lazarus did (because otherwise we would have heard about it!). But Luke, the writer of Acts as well as a gospel by that name, tells this story of Peter’s raising Tabitha because it showed how even after Jesus died, the community of his followers, or disciples, experienced resurrection in so many ways. They were indeed able to do the things that Jesus had done, like he had told them they would, including healing and even "raising the dead," they experienced the power of the Holy Spirit with them, in them, around them. They lived in that energy field which they could only describe as the risen Jesus still with them. This is what it means to follow Jesus.

Archbishop Desmond Tutu explains the African concept of ubuntu, as meaning, "I am because you are." It is the essence of being a human being, Tutu says, but you would not find universal agreement on that in our culture. We are much more likely to describe human beings in terms of being able to stand on their own, being able to make their own decisions, be "free to be me." But while there is unique beauty and a particular set of gifts and graces in each one of us to be offered freely, we are still held together in this strangely attractive field, this Force which binds us together, which connects us not only with each other but with everything else in the universe. To live in that knowledge and that trust is to experience "having everything we need," even to live into resurrected life beyond the deaths which would seem to tear us apart.

"I and the Father [as he called God] are one," Jesus said. "I am because you are." "I am the Good Shepherd." "God is my shepherd. I have everything I need." May those words be truth, and hope, and courage for us for the living of these days. Amen, and amen.

 

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
Announcements -recent and future

Announcements -recent and future

Sunday July 3rd As we celebrate Independence Day, we are reminded how inter-dependent we are in today’s world. So join us as we come together in worship at Second Congregational Church this Sunday morning at 10 o’clock. Shep Jones will be offering special music for the day, and Rev. Mary Lee-Clark’s sermon, based on the readings from Galatians and Luke, is entitled, “Better Together.” The Sacrament of Holy Communion will be celebrated, and all are invited to the table.
A time of fellowship and refreshment for the whole church family follows in Webster Hall.
Second Congregational Church is an Open and Affirming, Green Justice Congregation of the United Church of Christ. We welcome to our work and worship all people of faith or in search of faith, without regard to age, race, economic condition, disability, or sexual orientation, and we seek to honor and preserve the Creation. Our building is located at 115 Hillside St. and is wheelchair-accessible. For more information, call the church office at 442-2559.
*10:15 am Children & Youth Godly Play (Christian Ed Classroom)
*2:00 pm A celebration of life for George Shepard Jones will be held at the home of his father, 1616 Walloomsac Rd in Bennington


Please signup a)to provide snacks for Sunday Socials after worship on one of the Sundays in July and August, or b) to provide part of the food for the first Wednesday Luncheon on July 6th


During the months of July and August we will have one of the hymns during worship as a “request” hymn, so if you have a special hymn that you would like to sing, please list it on the form and return it to the office. Forms will be in the office and Sanctuary.


July 16th FAMILY ICE CREAM SOCIAL will be held at 3 pm on July 16th in Webster Hall. Grandparents, bring your grandchildren! Kids, bring your parents! Cool off and reconnect mid-summer with a favorite summer treat.


The LGBTQ community and the Greater Bennington Interfaith Council held a vigil Wednesday at 7 p.m. at the Four Corners in Bennington to honor victims of the Pulse Nightclub shootings in Orlando FL. The Bennington Banner reported that over 100 people attended, including members of Second Congregational Church. Leaders of faith communities of Bennington and Arlington participated, several wearing rainbow-colored vestments. Rainbow signs were held by members of the Unitarian Fellowship. On the corner under the clock, a young woman with rainbow-colored hair and a man with rainbow-colored socks shared the sidewalk with a sign "We Weep for Orlando and all LGBT communities." (See photos below)


Letter to the Editor of the Bennington Banner:
 

Thank you for your coverage of the tragedy in Orlando, including how it affects people living in our local community. Adding to the heartbreak of the “facts” of the event are the waves of fear and hatred and distortions of blame, if not outright lies, that continue to ripple out. As far has we can tell at this point, the shooter was not a practicing Muslim, was born in the U.S., had anger issues, had frequented the Pulse Club himself, had been under FBI investigation, and yet was able to legally purchase his weapons of slaughter. So it is that to single out his religion, or his citizenship, or his mental instability, or his sexual identity exploration as motivation for this horrific crime or representative of all others in those categories does not serve the common good.
 

I was saddened to read the response of one of the local LGBTQ community in today’s article, who said that “religion fuels hate.” “If your religion requires you to hate,” as one of the photos making the rounds on Facebook says, “you need a new religion.” All the world religions, at their best, teach love and compassion. Which, obviously, doesn’t mean that some people who claim to adhere to a religion do hate, do hateful things, say hateful things. But to paint all religious people with the brush of hate is as unfair as painting all gay people as pedophiles, or all Mexicans as rapists and criminals, or all refugees as terrorists. It is in fact our “religion” that inspires us at Second Congregational Church, United Church of Christ, to affirm that “we welcome all people of faith or in search of faith, without regard to age, race, economic condition, disability, or sexual orientation to our work and worship.”
 

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
Pastor, Second Congregational Church. U.C.C.
"Resurrected into the Ordinary"- Acts 9:1-6, John 21:1-19-- April 10,
2016

"Resurrected into the Ordinary"- Acts 9:1-6, John 21:1-19-- April 10, 2016

My father-in-law used to tell the story of a farm wife in one of his parishes whose husband died during Holy Week. The woman didn’t come to church that Easter Sunday morning, but when Russ went to visit her early in the week and asked how she was doing, she said, "Sunday morning I got up and went out to the chicken coop to feed the chickens, and you know, the sound of that grain jumping up and down in the metal bowl and those chickens cheeping and chucking did more for me than any of those Easter hymns."

Peter chose to go fishing. After they managed to leave that locked upper room where Jesus had appeared to them, some of the disciples gathered on the shore of the Sea of Tiberias, or Galilee. John tells us, "Simon Peter said to them, ‘I’m going fishing.’ They said to him, ‘We’ll go with you.’"

Feeding the chickens, going fishing, weeding the garden–which is maybe what Jesus was doing when Mary Magdalene mistook him for the gardener–, going for a walk–which those two disciples did on the way to Emmaus–, sitting at the kitchen table and breaking bread–it is in the midst of all these ordinary activities that the Risen Christ is recognized. Sure, there are some people who have more dramatic revelations. Saul of Tarsus was on his way to Damascus when he was blinded by a light and knocked to the ground. The writer of the Revelation of John says he was transported in a vision to the throne of God, and heard the voice of thousands upon thousands of angels and every creature in heaven and earth, singing praises to God: "To the One seated on the throne and to the Lamb be blessing and honor and glory and might forever and ever!"

But after Saul was taken to the home of a disciple in Damascus, where he remained blind and didn’t eat anything for three days, until Ananias came and prayed over him, something like scales fell away from his eyes and they gave him something to eat. Jesus appeared on the lakeshore to the disciples, and once he had told them where to find the fish–on the "right side" of the boat, the side that was awkward for most fishermen, who were right-handed–once they came ashore, he had built a charcoal fire, and they barbequed fish together.

At some point, after the revelation, after the mountaintop experience or the empty tomb experience, the spiritual insight, the mind-blowing encounter, the funeral, at some point we have to come back to feeding the chickens, cooking the fish, cleaning the bathroom. After the Ecstasy, the Laundry–as Buddhist teacher Jack Kornfield entitled his book. But, if we allow that experience of being knocked off our feet, like Saul, or like you, perhaps, when you lost your job or received that diagnosis, or that experience of having our world utterly changed, like the disciples after Jesus had been crucified and then encountered by some of them, or like you, when you lost a loved one or slipped and fell on the ice and broke your hip, if we can allow that dis-orientation that comes when we have to do things differently now–like the disciples, who had to throw the nets over the right side instead of the left, after all these years, or you, when you have to do the chores that loved one had always taken care of, or when you have to learn to walk with a walker–IF we can allow all those things to happen,–not just "let it go," but let it be what it is,-- IF somehow we can leave the possibility open that this, for now, is our new reality, then we too might encounter the Risen Christ, experience new life, abundance even, as we feed the chickens, weed the garden, fold the laundry, go fishing. All of those things can become, as one writer put it, "practices of resurrection." [Nancy Rockwell, biteintheapple, 3/30/16]

"After they had finished breakfast..."/folding the laundry/weeding the garden, "Jesus said to Simon Peter, ‘Simon son of John, do you love me more than these?’ He said to him, ‘Yes, Lord; you know that I love you.’ Jesus said to him, ‘Feed my lambs.’ A second time he said to him, ‘Simon son of John, do you love me?’ He said to him, ‘Yes, Lord; you know that I love you.’ Jesus said to him, ‘Tend my sheep.’ He said to him the third time, ‘Simon son of John, do you love me?’ Peter felt hurt because he said to him the third time, ‘Do you love me?’ And he said to him, ‘Lord, you know everything; you know that I love you.’ Jesus said to him, ‘Feed my sheep.’"

So this is an awkward conversation. Three times Jesus asks Peter if he loves him, and there with the coals of the campfire still burning, Peter no doubt remembers being questioned around another fire, asked whether he knew Jesus or was one of his followers. Peter remembers how he had answered then and how he had lost himself.

The memory of that other conversation is painful for Peter, but Jesus is not asking him these questions now to rub salt in his wounds. He is, rather, as David Lose suggests, offering the two things that psychologists tell us everyone needs: a sense of belonging and a sense of purpose. [David Lose, inthemeantime, 4/5/16] Jesus gives Peter three opportunities to profess his love, to be re-instated into this company of followers and lovers, to reclaim his sense of self within this larger community. "Simon Peter, son of John, do you love me?" "Yes, Lord, you know that I love you." Not just, "Yes, I love you." but also, "You know I love you. I know you know I love you. I know you forgive me and love me." John says Peter was hurt by being asked the third time, but Jesus knew that sometimes we need to say something, or be told something, over and over before we really do get it. [Advertisers claim we need to hear a message 21 times before we really hear it.]

"Feed my lambs...tend my sheep...feed my sheep." Now instead of blindly, automatically, because he can’t think of anything else to do, instead of "just going fishing," Peter is given a purpose by Jesus–feeding, tending, all those who would follow in this Way...while Peter is following Jesus in the Way. A sense of purpose is one of the greatest motivators we can have– greater than money or power of fame [D. Lose, op cit.] . You have something of value to contribute. We need you–your personality, your gifts, your insights, your skills. You matter. All of us need to know that.

A sense of belonging and acceptance and a sense of purpose. The church has used other "church-y" words to talk about these–justification and vocation, but they mean acceptance and purpose. After the ecstasy, the laundry, and then somewhere to go, something of value to do in those clean clothes. It’s what we all need. It’s what, at our best, we as a community can help one another and those in our wider community find. There’s no end to the possibilities.

John says they counted the number of fish they were able to haul in from the right side of the boat and found 153. You will not be surprised to know that there has been endless speculation about that number, none of which has come to any particularly satisfying conclusion. The one that makes the most sense to me is, "That’s a lot of fish." Which is really the point of this whole last chapter of John’s Gospel–not only is it a lot of fish, but it’s a lot of grace, a lot of love, a lot of lambs and sheep and people to be cared for and loved. Abundant life. The last verse of the chapter and the whole gospel of John sums it up–"But there are also many other things that Jesus did; if every one of them were written down, I suppose that the world itself could not contain the books that would be written." In other words, God is still speaking–in the world, in your life and in my life. The saga continues. Thanks be to God!

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
"Daring to Doubt"- John 20:19-31-- April 3, 2016

"Daring to Doubt"- John 20:19-31-- April 3, 2016

The Gospel of John’s story of Thomas’ demand to see the mark of the nails in Jesus’ hands and put his hand inside the hole in Jesus’ side before he will "believe" is always the gospel reading for the Sunday after Easter. It’s as though there were this one Sunday for doubting–we’re allowed at least this day– when actually, any faith worth its salt is riddled with doubt. Those who disparage Thomas as merely "Doubting Thomas" do their faith no favors, and don’t know Thomas.

The great 20th c. theologian Paul Tillich claimed "that doubt is in fact an inescapable and essential part of faith," since "faith," he said, "is what happens when a finite being is ‘grasped by and turned to the infinite.’" [Dynamics of Faith, cited by Shawnthea Monroe in Christian Century, 3/16/16]. Almost by definition, there’s more to the infinite than we as finite creatures will ever be able to understand, so of course there will be things we don’t understand, much that we will doubt. That’s why "faith" is so much more than understanding, more than "belief," even; much more like "trust."

Thomas is sometimes referred to as Didymus, or "the twin," but actually toma’s is simply the word "twin" in Aramaic. He may have had a biologically similar sibling, but it could be argued that Thomas is all of our twins, since we all "doubt." And who can blame Thomas for doubting that Jesus had been resurrected, as Mary Magdalen had told them, and that he had appeared to the others huddled in fear behind locked doors? If they all believed he had been resurrected, what were they doing hiding out behind locked doors?

I don’t know about you, but Thomas sounds like my twin. If I really believe that Jesus was resurrected and that that is promised to all of us, why do I have any fear? "Where, o death, is now thy sting?" I’ll tell you where it is–in the ache and pain and longing I feel for loved ones gone, in the agony of seeing pictures of the bodies of children washed up on beaches as their families flee war and violence or the mangled remains of bodies after suicide bombers have detonated their vests in amusement parks or airport waiting areas. I’m with Thomas, I’d like to see them all put back together, all returned to their loved ones, even with wounds on their bodies, I’d like to know for sure that all the horrible things you read about or see or experience are not all there is. That we will not pollute and heat and bomb ourselves into oblivion, taking most of the planet with us. Call me Thomas’ twin sister.

The poet Denise Levertov converted from agnosticism to Christianity when she was 60 years old. She felt a particular affinity with Thomas, and in fact wrote a whole mass to Thomas Didymus. In one poem, she imagines that Thomas feels much more kinship with the father in Mark’s gospel who begged Jesus to heal his possessed son–"Teacher, I brought you my son; he has a spirit that makes him unable to speak; and whenever it seizes him, it dashes him down; and he foams and grinds his teeth and becomes rigid." When Jesus asked the father, "Do you believe?" he answered with those gut-wrenching words, "I believe. Help thou my unbelief!" Here’s Levertov’s poem, written in Thomas’ voice--

In the hot street at noon I saw him

a small man

gray but vivid, standing forth

beyond the crowd’s buzzing

holding in desperate grip his shaking

teethgnashing son,

and thought him my brother.

I heard him cry out, weeping and speak

those words,

Lord, I believe, help thou

mine unbelief,

and knew him

my twin:

a man whose entire being

had knotted itself

into the one tightdrawn question,

Why,

why has this child lost his childhood in suffering,

why is this child who will soon be a man

tormented, torn, twisted?

Why is he cruelly punished

who has done nothing except be born?

The twin of my birth

was not so close

as that man I heard

say what my heart

sighed with each beat, my breath silently

cried in and out,

in and out.

After the healing,

he, with his wondering

newly peaceful boy, receded;

no one

dwells on the gratitude, the astonished joy,

the swift

acceptance and forgetting.

I did not follow

to see their changed lives.

What I retained

was the flash of kinship.

Despite

all that I witnessed,

his question remained

my question, throbbed like a stealthy cancer,

known

only to doctor and patient. To others

I seemed well enough.

So it was

that after Golgotha

my spirit in secret

lurched in the same convulsed writhings

that tore that child

before he was healed.

And after the empty tomb

when they told me that He lived, had spoken to Magdalen,

told me

that though He had passed through the door like a ghost

He had breathed on them

the breath of a living man –

even then

when hope tried with a flutter of wings

to lift me –

still, alone with myself,

my heavy cry was the same: Lord

I believe,

help thou mine unbelief.

I needed

blood to tell me the truth,

the touch

of blood. Even

my sight of the dark crust of it

round the nailholes

didn’t thrust its meaning all the way through

to that manifold knot in me

that willed to possess all knowledge,

refusing to loosen

unless that insistence won

the battle I fought with life

But when my hand

led by His hand’s firm clasp

entered the unhealed wound,

my fingers encountering

rib-bone and pulsing heat,

what I felt was not

scalding pain, shame for my

obstinate need,

but light, light streaming

into me, over me, filling the room

as I had lived till then

in a cold cave, and now

coming forth for the first time,

the knot that bound me unravelling,

I witnessed

all things quicken to color, to form,

my question

not answered but given

its part

in a vast unfolding design lit

by a risen sun. (From The Stream and the Sapphire, cited by Dan Clendenin in JourneywithJesus, 3/27/16]

Thomas’ doubts and questions are not shameful, and they are not answered, but they are gathered into a much larger whole. They find a place within a bigger picture. So the knot that had bound him begins to unravel, the world takes on color and air and light. He is given new life himself.

Thomas is said to be not only the patron saint of doubters, but also of architects, because he built so many churches. Tradition says that after Pentecost, he traveled east, beyond the confines of the Roman Empire and made it all the way to southern India, where to this day, there are Christians who call themselves "Christians of St. Thomas." This week, Iraqi-born architect Zaha Hadid, died. Her buildings were known for their sinuous fluidity, for their seeming defiance of gravity. She was called by some "the architect of the future." When asked why she thought people thought that of her, she said, "Maybe because of the surprise?" I imagine Thomas, patron saint of architects, even now receiving Zaha and enlisting her in designing what yet is to come.

"Maybe Thomas succeeded as an evangelist," one writer suggests, "because he started as a doubter. Someone who has asked the hard questions, risked receiving answers, and learned to live with uncertainty can be a powerful witness to Jesus Christ, who is not dead, but is living." [Monroe, op cit.]

It is that Living One who invites us to this table, to take him into our bodies, our minds and hearts, so that we too might have new life. Who knows what designs will yet unfold in our or our world’s future, but we know Who will continue to walk beside us into that future. It is His body, His blood that we would become. Amen, and amen.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
Easter 2016

Easter 2016

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A glorious array of lilies on the altar, exuberant music by the singing choir and the hand bell choir, an inspiring sermon by Pastor Mary Lee-Clark, an Easter egg hunt for the children, and special "prizes" such as the purple potted plant...all made for a memorable Easter celebration.
"Whose Story?"-- Isaiah 65:17-25, John 20:1-18-- Easter– March 27, 2016

"Whose Story?"-- Isaiah 65:17-25, John 20:1-18-- Easter– March 27, 2016

All four gospels have Resurrection stories, and none of them are the same. In some, Jesus appears to all of the disciples together, in others to only two of them, in the one from John which we heard a few minutes ago, Jesus first appears to one person, a woman, Mary Magdalene. The only thing all these stories have in common is that nobody recognizes Jesus at first. Apparently he didn’t look the same as he had before. But then, you don’t go through something like Jesus did without being changed.

He had been betrayed and abandoned, arrested, beaten, humiliated, whipped, and crucified. Then, the creed says, "he descended into hell." You may have seen people who’ve been through hell on earth–into a war zone, perhaps, or a refugee camp, been through chemotherapy or a nasty divorce, survived a terrorist attack or been an EMT at the site of a horrible accident–it changes a person, and those are only temporary hells. Imagine being in a hell of eternity, if only for a day. One writer imagines Jesus sitting there in Hell, embodying Love in the midst of all those refusals to love or be loved. Still Jesus sat there, this vision suggests, simply holding Love out to begin the redemption of even those in hell. The task of rolling up his graveclothes would have been a welcome change of pace.

Mary thought he was the gardener. Peter and his fellow fishermen thought he was a guy on the beach looking for some fish to eat. The two disciples on the road thought he was a clueless stranger who had missed all the events that had taken place in Jerusalem that weekend. And it was something different for each one that allowed them finally to believe it was really him. For Mary, it was hearing him say her name. For John it was simply seeing the gravecloths rolled up where his body had been laid. Luke says that’s all that Peter needed. For the couple on the way to Emmaus, it was when he broke the bread at their table. The fishermen knew who he was when he reminded them of the abundance all around them.

"So," as Nancy Rockwell observes, "don’t expect a recognizable Jesus to appear anytime soon. Instead, expect to meet the Risen Christ in someone who seems to be a stranger." [biteintheapple, 3/20/16] Maybe you’ve already encountered him, or her, but you were expecting something or someone else. "For me," Brennan Manning says, "the most radical demand of Christian faith lies in summoning the courage to say yes to the present risenness of Jesus Christ." (Cited in sermonseeds, 3/28/16) Is it possible, in the out-of-control, excruciating, violent times in which we live, that Love is alive, standing before us, though looking like a stranger? Or, maybe equally unbelievable, is it possible that God is becoming flesh in you and me? Do we have the courage to say yes to that?

Peter and the disciple Jesus loved–presumably John–both saw the empty grave with the rolled up graveclothes and "believed." And they went home. But it was to Mary Magdalene, to a woman, one who was on the margins of society, that Jesus entrusted the telling of the news to the community. The church has not always believed he may have done that intentionally, even saying that the men were the "real witnesses" to the resurrection; but God is not finished with us yet! And even to Mary, Jesus says, "Don’t cling to me." It’s time to grow up now. I’m going to God, he told her, to my Father and your Father. Don’t hold on to me, to the Jesus you once knew. You can be one with God as well, like I have been. Don’t cling to the past. Open your eyes and ears, your heeart and mind to the future god intends for you.

Carolyn Heilbrun wrote, "Power consists in deciding which story shall be told." [cited in sermonseeds, op cit.] As we’ve seen, there are lots of stories. The fact that Mary Magdalene’s story, of being the first to recognize the risen Christ and to be charged with witnessing to that encounter, is a remarkable testimony to the importance and power of this woman in Jesus’ early circle of followers. Over the years, some have tried to downplay and discredit her–saying she was a woman of ill-repute, she had been possessed by demons–but her story continues to be told.

There are other stories that we have been told aren’t important, aren’t the real story. Julia Esquival, a Guatemalan Presbyterian, wrote a poem entitled, "Threatened by Resurrection." Imagine the resurrection story being told by those who live in poverty, [one writer suggests] who bear the consequences of the unjust use of resources. [Kate Matthews, sermonseeds] For them, the resurrection is not just a happy ending to an otherwise sad story, something that is only an assurance that there is life after death. Rather the resurrection is a game-changer right now. This is what God can do, God who is creating new heavens and a new earth, as the prophet Isaiah said, who cannot be stopped by death-dealing powers. In the kingdom of God which Jesus talked about, which is coming and now is, all the children of God live in shalom–peace, and wholeness –where there is enough for all, where mercy and justice reign. That’s the "dream of God," as Marcus Borg and Dominic Crossan call it. That’s the "threat of the resurrection" for those who like things just the way they are, who want to make the resurrection only a personal story, of life after death, instead of also being about abundant life for all, here and now. "Power consists in deciding which story shall be told."

After Peter and John had seen the folded gravecloths in the tomb, they "returned to their homes," John says. But Mary wasn’t satisfied. She wasn’t ready to "go home." She looked into the tomb herself, and saw two angels sitting there, John says. "Woman, why are you weeping?" they asked her. She said to them, "They have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid him." That was the only possibility Mary could think of at the time–they’ve taken him away. But then she turns around to another possibility, and sees a man whom she assumes to be the gardener standing there. She says the same thing to him, but he speaks her name. "Mary." "Rabbouni," she cries, and falls at his feet. "Don’t cling to me," he tells her, but "Go and tell the others."

What do you need to see or hear or experience in order to "go and tell"? What story of the resurrection could open up the floodgates of abundant life for you? What would it take for you to live your life so fully and passionately that others might say, "Wow, I’ll have what she’s having" or "I’d like to find out what makes him the way he is"? Would it be a vision of the risen Christ, with flowing white robes, the holes in his hands and feet, reaching out to you? Or might it be an experience of sensing the presence of a loved one who has died, full of peace and joy and love, in a dream, or just a sense? Would it be witnessing the courage of those who are not afraid to die, but who nevertheless put themselves between harm and another person to save them? (It is certainly not in those who say they are not afriad to die who use their bodies to destroy and harm innocent people.) Would it be a near-death experience of such love and light that death loses it terror?

Or might it be experiencing a community that witnesses to the life-giving, love-extending power of God in ways that transform not only others but themselves as well? Might it be experiencing acceptance and forgiveness and healing even as you battle addiction or depression or some other illness? Might it be experiencing love and acceptance that is truly unconditional, despite and even because of your flaws and weaknesses and failures? What would it take for you to "Go and tell" with your words or, more importantly, with your life?

"Be glad and rejoice forever in what I am creating," God says, "for I am about to create new heavens and a new earth." "We do not live in an era of change," writes Jan Rotmans of the University of Rotterdam, "but in a change of eras." (FB) When our lives and our institutions seem to be unraveling, when all they seem to be is empty, do not doubt that God is most powerful in emptiness. In the crysalis, at the bottom of an addict’s downward spiral, in the openness to possibility, in the unknowing and the mystery, in the empty tomb, God is able to create new life–a whole new heaven and a new earth. "Not only is another world possible," writes Indian writer Arundhati Roy, "she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing." Listen, can you hear it coming?

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark

 
Early Easter 2016 – March 27, 2016

Early Easter 2016 – March 27, 2016

It’s only a 3-letter word, but it runs through Luke’s whole account of what happened on Easter morning.  That 3-letter word is “but”–a “conjunction,” if you remember that from grammar, a word that joins phrases.

Luke’s account in chap. 24  actually begins with “But”–which you’re technically not supposed to do–but it’s a “defiant conjunction,” as one writer puts it [Theo. Wardlaw] –“BUT on the first day of the week, at early dawn, they came to the tomb, taking the spices that they had prepared.  They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, BUT they did not find the body.... The women were terrified and bowed their faces to the ground, BUT the men [in dazzling clothes] said to them, ‘Why do you look for the living among the dead?  He is not here, BUT has risen...”  So “Mary Magdalene, Joanna, Mary the mother of James, and the other women with them told this to the apostles.  BUT these words seemed to them an idle tale, and they did not believe them.  BUT Peter got up and ran to the tomb...”

The whole Easter message might be summed up with that “defiant little conjunction, ‘BUT’” We thought he was dead, and he was,  BUT we have seen him.   We betrayed him, abandoned him, we thought we were doomed, BUT he is in our midst, forgiving us, breathing peace into us, forgiving us.  BUT, “anyway,” “nevertheless,”

We know the world is a mess, we worry, we fail, we fall into depression, we die any number of deaths before we die a final death...BUT, nevertheless, we are not lost, we are loved, we are given another chance...and another, and another.  We are part of a new creation, born again, born from above.  “Never place a period where God has put a comma,” Gracie Allen said, and the United Church of Christ professes it.

Alice Walker’s book The Color Purple, is told through the voice of the narrator, a poor black woman named Celie, who writes letters to God.   Celie is horribly abused by her husband Albert, but Celie is loved by her sister Nettie, whom Albert drives away.  Nettie goes away to Africa as a missionary and writes letters to Celie, but Albert intercepts them and hides them.  Even though she never receives a reply, Nettie keeps writing to her sister.  One day, Celie finds the stash of letters hidden under a floorboard, and is finally able to read them– “Dear Celie, I know you think I’m dead.  But I am not.  I been writing to you, too over the years, but Albert said you’d never hear from me again and since I never heard from you all this time, I guess he was right.  There is so much to tell you that I don’t know, hardly, where to begin....but if this do get through, one thing I want you to know, I love you, and I am not dead.” [cited in sermonseeds, 3/27/16]That’s the Easter message in a nutshell: You may think I am dead and the you are not loved, BUT I am not dead, and you ARE loved.

That is what we are reminded of every Easter.  Those words spoken at our baptisms–You are God’s beloved–after all we’ve been through, after all we’ve done, NEVERTHELESS, BUT, ANYWAY-- “I love you and I am not dead.  You may think the world is going to hell in a handbasket, but I’ve been to hell, and not in a handbasket, and I have already begun to redeem and heal even those in hell.  You ARE beloved, a precious child of God, beautiful to behold.  So live as people fully alive.  Amen, and amen.

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark
Jungle Wilderness

Jungle Wilderness

On Sunday March 13 a Wilderness of Jungle surrounds a jar of nard, the fragrant oil that Mary poured on Jesus' feet.
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"The Fragrance of Life "-- Isaiah 43:16-21, John 12:1-8 -- March 13,
2016

"The Fragrance of Life "-- Isaiah 43:16-21, John 12:1-8 -- March 13, 2016

Jesus was in the wilderness for forty days, we are told, getting clear about who he was and Whose he was, and these 40 days of Lent are meant to help us do the same thing. We’ve explored different kinds of wildernesses–the geographic ones, like desert, mountains, ocean, forest, not intentionally leaving out the wilderness of the Great Lakes, as one of you pointed out to me the fierceness of those waters; and we’ve also explored wildernesses of the heart and head–the wilderness of fear, of sudden loss, of losing ourselves. As Barbara Brown Taylor reminded us, "Wildernesses come in so many shapes and sizes, that the only way you can really tell you are in one is to look around for what you normally count on to save your life and come up empty." ["Wilderness Exam"]

Being in the wilderness is disorienting, sometimes life-threatening. If we only "look around for" something outside of ourselves to save our lives, we may very well come up empty. It is what we bring with us into the wilderness–as Jesus did–that we are likely to survive that experience and even grow from it.

So we’ve talked about practices and disciplines , practices of faith and resilience, that we can engage in right now, incorporate into our daily living, before we find ourselves in the wilderness, things that we can take with us, things that can become part of us–practices like prayer and mindful meditation, the practice of gratitude, the practice of allowing the negative to stand alongside of, but not overshadowing, the positive, the practice of perseverance, the practice of knowing and leading from our strengths, the practice of discerning what to let go of and what is abiding, lasting; the practice of community, of finding our "choir."

Sometimes the fact that we are in the wilderness surprises us. It doesn’t look like the wilderness–we’re going about our business, in our usual environment, doing what we do, but somehow, at some point, we realize that what we had assumed to be true isn’t; what we had thought was just a harmless joke has turned into a hateful, destructive act; the story we had always been told or told ourselves about the way things are, or who we are, just doesn’t seem to fit reality. We "look around for what we normally count on to save our life and come up empty." That’s when we’re in the wilderness of what I call "old think."

If we’re lucky enough or wise enough to recognize this wilderness for what it is, it can be what sociologist Brene Brown calls "the reckoning." [Rising Strong ]–recognizing our feelings of, perhaps, lostness or anger or resentment and being curious enough about them to explore what’s going on. And then, Brown says, if we’re brave enough, comes the "rumble," when we get honest about the stories we’re telling ourselves and challenge them, if we dare. (P. 37)

Biblical scholar Walter Brueggemann talks about the prophets of Israel as "new, imaginative, poetic voices" that arose from the bottom of the loss and guilt Israel was experien-cing, first in their turning away from God toward the false security of other powers, and then the destruction of Jerusalem and the carrying off of their leaders and elite into exile. Prophets like Isaiah– and it’s probably the writer we call "Second Isaiah" whom we read this morning–Isaiah took the loss of identity and the guilt "with deep seriousness," as Brueggemann writes, "but... shrewdly interpreted old faith traditions to turn exilic Israel in hope for the future." (Cited by Matthews in sermonseeds, 3/13/16)

Thus says the Lord, who makes a way in the sea, a path in the mighty waters, who brings out chariot and horse, army and warrior; they lie down, they cannot rise, they are extinguished, quenched like a wick: Do not remember the former things, or consider the things of old.

The old faith tradition had looked to God’s deliverance of the people of Israel from slavery in Egypt as a sign of their chosenness by God, a sign of their "manifest destiny" to be a light to the nations, a sign of their right to the "promised land" over all the other peoples who may have already lived there. They had seen their choseness as a guarantee that God would protect them, from dangers without and within, and so they became lax with their adherence to the covenant, the law; they were careless about the original intent God had had for them.

"Do not remember the former things, or consider the things of old.," Isaiah tells them, if past glory is all you can think about, if all you can do is wallow in your guilt and regret. "I," God says,

"I am about to do a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert. The wild animals will honor me, the jackals and the ostriches; for I give water in the wilderness, rivers in the desert, to give drink to my chosen people, the people whom I formed for myself so that they might declare my praise."

"Israel will have no joy or justice or genuine repentance," Brueggemann says, "until it receives a newness it cannot generate for itself."

We in the church may feel a little like ancient Israel at times–experiencing the loss of our former glory, maybe feeling guilty for having declining numbers, a loss of influence and prestige.

To some extent, we too find ourselves in the wilderness of old think, thinking perhaps if only we had a new curriculum for the Sunday School we’d attract more families, or maybe a new, younger pastor will bring the energy and technological savvy we need to really grow. But Isaiah reminds us that our renewal is not all about us, about new programs or plans, new marketing schemes or a sensational webpage. We must be open to a newness we cannot generate for ourselves, the newness that God is creating.

And then there’s the "old think" that is no longer life-giving–if it ever was–about ourselves. Were you always the responsible one in the family? Maybe you were the trouble-maker. Maybe you were the one who was always a disappointment, the one who would never amount to anything. Maybe you were the one on whom everyone counted. What were the stories you grew up with or maybe told yourself to make sense of things–that people who got involved with drugs were weak-willed and immoral? That all black people are poor? [that story caught up with Bernie Sanders and got him in trouble this week] Maybe it was the story that if somebody makes fun of you or hits you, you hit them back, punch them in the face? That we don’t talk about the abuse or the violence? Maybe it was a story that said your body is dirty and ugly? That you’re stupid? As Dr. Phil might say, "How’s that working for you?" And Brene Brown might ask, "Are those stories true? Maybe it’s time to ‘rumble’ with them." Do not remember the former things, or consider the things of old. Stay open to grace. Remember what you’re grateful for. Learn from your mistakes and failures. Figure out what your strengths or gifts are, use them as God intended them to be used. Find your choir with whom to test out some "new think" about yourself . It’s never too late to build new neural pathways in our brains–our brains stay "plastic"–changeable-- well into old age, so "new think" is not only possible but often necessary, even life-giving.

The sense of smell, it is said, is directly linked to our memory. [That’s what some of those neural pathways are doing.] A whiff of perfume or cologne can remind us of someone. The smell of turkey conjures up memories of Thanksgivings and family gatherings. Some people say the smell of hot, mulled cider reminds them of Christmas Eve here.

But what of the smell of that expensive perfume made of pure nard that was released at that strange dinner party at the home of Mary and Martha and Lazarus that we read about a little while ago? Did it remind them of the burial that had taken place, just days ago, the burial of Lazarus whom Jesus raised and was now "one of those at table with him"? (One can only imagine what his presence did to the dinner conversation.) After all, nard was used to anoint the dead, and here was Mary, anointing Jesus’ feet and wiping them with her hair. While smell can bring up memories, here was a fragrance that overwhelmed a present moment of intimacy, this letting down of a woman’s hair, this anointing of feet that was usually done by men, this extravagance–this "wasteful extravagance," according to Judas–of love, poured out not only on feet but penetrating the very air they breathed. "There’s only so much to go around," Judas spoke the old think they were most likely all thinking. "We can’t help the poor unless we scrimp and save, not only our money but also our joy and love."

"Leave her alone," Jesus said. "She bought it so that she might keep it for the day of my burial. You always have the poor with you–and you can and should always give to the poor–but you do not always have me." This is a time for new think. This fragrance was not only the fragrance of death and burial, but through that death would come new life. Behold I am doing a new thing. Do you not perceive it?

This radical newness that we do not generate ourselves is loose in the world–the perfume is out of the bottle. The old boundaries between peoples and nations, the walls between colors and bone structures of the one race of humanity, the old notions of greatness and power are all unraveling, and not without a fight, not without resistance and protest. The old false stories we’ve told ourselves, or been told about ourselves, are even now being transformed into new stories of truth and promise.

This is not merely re-arranging the furniture or a new coat of paint. This is not resuscitation at the hands of a hard-working team of EMT’s or folks trained in CPR. There is no other way to describe this radical newness that we don’t generate ourselves than resurrection. This new life, this resurrection, is both now and not yet–but how desperately we need it, in our nation, in our world, in our community, in the church, in our own lives. It will not happen until we go through the death of the old, not until we wander in the wilderness as long as it takes us to be ready for the new and promised land.

New life–lush, green, its fragrance penetrating death and diffusing itself until it fills the whole house–God is doing this new thing, creating this new life, even now. Do you not perceive it?

Rev. Mary H. Lee-Clark

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