How did it Come to This? - Sermon on Luke 21:5-19

My Sermon from Sunday, November 14, 2016 - preached at Svea Lutheran Church.


Grace and Peace to you from God our Creator, and from our Lord and Savior Jesus the Christ, Amen

"Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountains, like wind in the meadow. The days have gone down in the West, behind the hills... into Shadow. How did it come to this…"

King Theoden of Rohan in JRR Tolkein’s Lord of the Rings – saw the incoming masses of enemies at his doorstep. His world, as he knew it, was soon to be over. There was no hope for rescue, and he was fighting his battle with little resources. His time was up. He would fight his battle as long as he could, but with no help in sight, his prospects were low.

There are times in life, when whatever is going on in the world, or our own world – comes to a halt. When life just stops. We hear the news – a lost job prospect, a terrible grade in school, a partner no longer wants to be our partner, a death of a loved one. Our whole world stops. We start asking the questions of why, how, when… without ever hearing the answer. We feel numb to the world, and it takes a while for us to feel better again.

Grief is powerful thing, and I don’t think it truly ever goes away. When our world comes crashing down at our feet, it might as well be the end of the rest of the world too.

Our Gospel lesson this morning leads one to really question the meaning of Gospel. Gospel. Good News… At first blink, this gospel lesson is anything but Good News… The world will end. Nations will rise against each other, earthquakes, famine, plagues – not to mention that everyone will hate you. The world will end, and by the way, no one will be looking to you for help, because everyone will hate you. Gee, thanks Jesus…

This past Tuesday, the world did seem to end for some folks. The candidate no news agency picked to win – actually won. For some, this impossible possibility truly means darkness, as they may face terrible repercussions because of the decisions, or indecisions of the American people. Even if some milestones were not attained, others were. When they begin their session in January, the United States Congress will have a record number of women serving. For the first time in the United States, a Somali-American will serve as a legislator, and she will be serving right here in the Minnesota House.

And, after the seemingly very long slog until election day, with every day bringing more news as to what someone said or someone did – it’s still not over. Even after all of those promises made during the campaign, it seems not so many of those promises will be fulfilled. And, maybe that happens with every campaign. Every person who runs for office promises the moon, and finds out the moon isn’t for sale.

No one knows what the future may bring, so we hold onto hope that life in this country will be great for people, no matter who they are. For those that may not have such a great outlook, we fight for them, advocate for them, and be as Christ for them.

For Christ is our light in the darkness. Even if he foretold darkness when the world does begin to end, Christ is the light in that darkness. This Sunday, traditionally, is the beginning of Advent. Yes, that’s right, Advent used to be longer than 4 Sundays. I guess they figured 6 candles couldn’t fit on an Advent wreath. Because Advent mirrors Lent, Advent is still 40 days in the Greek church, and purple is still the color for Advent in some traditions, including Catholicism. This time of year, Advent or not, the northern hemisphere experiences a decrease in light. Up here in Minnesota, the sun is setting almost before 5 these days. People begin to start suffering from Seasonal Affective Disorder, when there’s not enough light in their day. For hundreds of years, people from many traditions have celebrated light this time of year, while hoping for its return. Advent and Christmas are marked with light, with the Christmas trees and everyone’s houses being filled with lights.

When faced with darkness, we have an urge to find the light, in that darkness. We fill our dark nights with light. When out of the light, we look up to see the crisp light above us in the twinkling of stars. I don’t know about you, but even if it’s cloudy out, I love the winter reality of a cloudy night in a city – when the sky above the city glows orange, with the light reflecting off the clouds above.

In the realities that we are faced with, when darkness surrounds us, we must seek out the light, fight for the light, and bring the light to those in need.

Today’s lessons seem mismatched, with ending on the Gospel as we do. Our first lesson and Psalm sing praises to God, of New Creation and celebrations. Then Jesus tells us the world is ending and everyone will hate us. And yet, out of darkness comes light. We know this, for this is our Christian hope. Our Christian identity is rooted in knowing that darkness can be, and was conquered by a man with humble beginnings, born on a dark night, in a bed of hay. This man grew up, taught, preached, healed, and fed those who lived in darkness, to show them the light. Jesus the Christ became a beacon of hope for people, a light in the encroaching darkness of their reality, and a savior to the world. For Jesus faced the ultimate darkness of death, and rose again in a shower of light. Jesus the Christ died for you, for me, for us all, and saves us from our darkness of sin and death to be with him in the light. Jesus the Christ conquers our darkness, and shows us the light. By the undeniable, unwinnable Grace, Love and Mercy bestowed on us all by God, we are saved from our darkness, no matter what mortal darkness we face.

King Theoden looked upon the sea of enemies, and knew his time was due. There was no hope. Then, with the rising of the sun, hope came. A wizard and reinforcements came to save King Theoden and his people, just when all hope was lost. The author of The Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, and many other authors throughout history have used this powerful image of light over darkness. It is a prevalent narrative in our understanding of the world, and still, it’s hard to hear it some days.

We know the light will conquer the darkness. You didn’t need to hear an entire sermon of me giving you metaphors of how darkness is conquered by the light, but at the same time, maybe you did. Jesus paints a very bleak picture in this gospel. Our world has given us plenty of bleak pictures to look at. No matter which side anybody was on, Tuesday’s election that seemed to never come, with an election cycle that seemed to never end – whatever side anybody was on, there were plenty of bleak pictures to be had. Each of us can watch the news, see the signs of what could happen given whatever reasons, and we can come up with our own conclusions. This idea of light conquering the darkness is very hard to hear some days. We have the worst day of our lives, when our worlds come crashing down – and someone telling you to look on the bright side?

Maybe the bright side is too much to handle right now, and that’s okay. God will be there, in the darkness with you. When the darkness gets too much to handle, the light will be there. Fight for it. Bring the light to those in need, and be there for people. When facing darkness, we all need light, even if it’s only a glimpse. Find that light. Be that light.
Amen.

But if Less is More, How you Keepin Score?: Sermon on Luke 16:19-31

This is my first sermon preached post-internship. I was asked to pulpit supply at my brother's church, Svea Lutheran Church, in Svea, Minnesota.

Grace and Peace to you from God our Creator, and from our Lord and Savior Jesus the Christ, Amen.

Take a drive through Saint Cloud on any given day, on any major street, and you'll see him. His name might not be Lazarus, but you'll see him. Standing there, with a sign that says “homeless, need help.” Or, “homeless vet, anything helps”. Or whatever the sign says. I saw one once that said, “yes, I will be buying booze with this money”.

So we drive by. Maybe we stop, maybe we give them something. Maybe we have nothing to give. Maybe we're a paycheck away from being on the street right next to them. Whatever our lot in life, those of us in this room, in this sanctuary, are not Lazarus.

Jesus tells this parable about a rich man and another man named Lazarus. Notice which one gets the name. In the bible, people of importance get names. We know many of the important names, but even some of the named people, I couldn’t tell you who they were. Can any of you think of the name of Noah’s wife? Noah’s sons had names. But what was his wife’s name? Joan. Joan of Ark.

Seriously, people of importance got names, and those of less importance, weren’t named. Jesus tells a parable of a rich man who thought he was important – he wore fine clothing and ate plenty of food every day. He was a man of power, yet, Jesus fails to name him. This rich man walks by Lazarus, a poor man covered in dog-slobbered sores… Well, Lazarus died, and went to hang out with Abraham. The rich man died soon thereafter, and he was not afforded the same privilege. The rich man was punished after he died, and asked for Lazarus to spare him from his torment. Abraham tells the rich man that of all the wonderful things the rich man had in life, he didn’t spare any of it for Lazarus, so why should Lazarus spare anything for the rich man? The rich man realizes his fate, and asks to warn his brothers that are still alive. Abraham tells the rich man that they’ve already been warned. Moses and the prophets of old have already told his brothers what to do. That was up to the brothers to figure out how to fix their fate.

Now, this is just a parable, and it follows after last week's parable of the dishonest employee… But Jesus is making a point. Both with last week's parable and this one. Too much of anything, be it money, food, buildings, boats, barns, tractors or trucks… excess in life, takes away from someone in need.

There it is. There’s the gospel. How’s it sitting with you? If it doesn’t make you uncomfortable, you weren’t listening. This parable is among a handful of others like it – that point out not only are rich men in trouble, but so are any folks in power. Jesus isn’t singling out rich folks, but all who hold power and wield it against those of lesser power. Jesus is pointing to the injustices of the world, and asking you – What are you doing about it?

For some people, things are looking better these days. Minnesota, in recent news, has become the second least impoverished state in the nation. Which means that Minnesota has the second smallest percentage of people living in poverty, second only to New Hampshire. Minnesota isn’t necessarily one of the small states, in terms of population or land mass. We’re a pretty average state when it comes to those numbers. But we’re nearly the best at keeping our citizens out of poverty. With nine percent of our state’s population living at or below the Federal Poverty Line, it’s still roughly half a million people. But, we’re doing a lot better than other states for sure.

Erik tells me that you house homeless folks here at Svea, which is great. There are lots of ways churches like Svea can help out, and housing the homeless is one of the ways. But it’s not a fix-all. Giving money or food to the folks on the street, is not a fix-all. Making sandwiches, prepping meals, giving to Toys for Tots, giving to other charities – it’s all great work, and millions of people benefit from the work these charities do. But it’s not a long-term solution.

The rich man ate of his food, lived in his fine house, and ignored Lazarus at his gate.

Have any of you been to the State Capitol building? It’s all great and grand and quite the sight to look at. If you drive around the building though, to the neighborhoods nearby; the grandness of the building is overshadowed by the dozens of people carrying their life’s possessions in shopping carts. Ever since I studied a church right down the block from there for a class project – I can’t get that image out of my head. The symbol of governing in this state, and the neighborhoods around the capitol building are swimming in poverty.

Life gives us glaring examples of injustices like this all the time. How many homeless people do the lawmakers pass by before they reach the legislative chambers and continue to ignore Lazarus? How many young black men need to die, on camera no less, before justice is brought to their community? How many Syrian refugees need to wash up on shore? How many Somali folks need to be needlessly investigated? The list of injustices grows and grows…

We’re humble folks in the middle of an averagely-sized and populated state. We’ve got our own lives to take care of, children to raise, grandchildren to adore…

We are the brothers that need the warning. We are the bystanders, the folks living our lives in the middle of Minnesota with hopes of a better tomorrow.

There will always be turmoil in this world. Lazarus will still be sitting at our gate, and we will still be the brothers reading the prophets of old. So what then, can we do?

Continue doing the little things. Continue standing up for those who need support, those who need a shoulder, those who need a hand. Speak up for those in trouble. Advocate. Be a voice of support. The world is too big to conquer on our own, and the world’s problems are able to be fought with those with larger offices and bigger paychecks than any of us. But we can do the little things.

We can do the little things, because we believe in a God that does the big things. We believe in a God that created everything out of nothing, and continues to create every day. We believe in God’s son, that saw the troubles of his world and fought against the powers that were. Jesus the Christ fed, healed, walked with and talked with those in need. He preached, taught and sat with those who needed to hear. He got on his knees and served his friends. He saved the world through his actions, saved us all from ourselves by being the advocate, the Savior of the world. Jesus the Christ saves us all from ourselves by the unwinnable, unshakeable Grace, Love and Mercy of God.

Jesus the Christ saves you, me, and saves us all. The turmoil of this world is too much to bear somedays, that all we want to do is listen to the wind blow through the long and flowing fields, and enjoy the sunset.

I spent this last year on my internship in Amor, Minnesota. Amor is about half the size of Svea, with only 5 houses… and a church and cemetery. But they do have a bar. In the center of Ottertail County, it’s halfway between somewhere and everywhere else. Like Svea, it’s a Swedish town with a Swedish church, named after a town in Sweden. Farm fields surround the church on 3 sides, and beyond them are the thousands of lakes in Ottertail County. My office was tiny, but it had a window that looked out onto the rolling potato fields, and I’d sometimes just sit and look out that window, and thank God for the beauty that surrounded me.

And this was one heck of a year to be an intern, with all that went on in the world. I kept saying to myself, and in my sermons – that God’s got this. If anybody’s got this, it’s God.

There were certainly beautiful sights to be seen – sunsets on the lake, geese flopping all over the frozen lakes, sunrises over frost-covered tree lines… But one of the more beautiful sights to be seen, was the work being done by the Richville Methodist Church, just a few miles up the road from Amor. The Church has a clothing mission, where anybody may drop off clothes to be given away, and likewise, if anybody desires clothes, they may take however much they want. Beyond clothes, they expanded two years ago to include a section for houseware items as well. A small church, again, in the middle of nowhere – was doing amazing work for the impoverished people of Ottertail County, and beyond.

In the face of adversity, in the eyes of Lazarus, in the voice crying out in the wilderness – There is a God who loves us all, who saves us from ourselves and is there in our deepest darkness and despair. God is there to bridge the gap between the rich and poor, so that Lazarus no longer needs to be at our gate and on the street.

God bridges that gap – because God is Lazarus. If we looked into the face of Lazarus – into the face of the people on the street – into the face of our black neighbors – into the face of our Somali neighbors – we would be looking into the face of God. We are all God’s children. Rich and poor alike. Black and White alike. Christian and Muslim alike. We are all God’s children. Together.

Amen.

Know Thyself: A Coming Out Letter

(From The Matrix)

To Everyone - Friends, Family, and Everyone in Between -

Hey folks. If you’ve ever had a conversation with me, you know I sometimes like to start at the end of a story first, then give you the backstory. It’s one of my favorite plot devices in science fiction, and to that end, I’m going to spoil the ending of this blog post for you.

*SPOILER ALERT*

Alright. You’ve been warned.

I’m Transgender. More specifically, I identify as transfeminine genderqueer.

            Which means, I was assigned the gender of Male when I was born, just like about half of all the other babies in the world. For one reason or another; whether it’s biological, societal, or any combinations of reasons; “Male” is not how I personally identify or how I feel, which means my gender identity transcends my assigned gender at birth. Because my gender identity transcends in the female direction, transfeminine is a word that describes that direction. Genderqueer is an umbrella word that encompasses many identities, but is a large enough umbrella word that describes my personal feelings. I feel that I rest between male and female, experiencing both a masculine and feminine aspect to life; and I express that reality as transfeminine genderqueer. 

If that’s enough of an explanation as you need, you don’t need to read any more, if you don’t want to. The following narrative is further explanation of my experiences with my gender identity all through life, and how I came to understand myself as Trans…

Trigger Warning: Slurs

She’s a Bass!

I’ve known that I have been somewhat… different since I was in elementary school. Whether it was my colored matching sweatshirt and sweat pants and old hand-me-downs; my underbite scaring away any semblance of friends to talk with, or my utter fascination with all things Star Trek and Star Wars… I was picked on, bullied, and beat up for many reasons over my years of elementary and high school. After all, I was just another under-privileged kid living in a rural Minnesota town with parents that lived paycheck-to-paycheck.  

            As I got older, the bullying was less focused on my clothes, underbite or nerdiness… and more focused on who I was as a person. I was in fifth grade the first time someone called me a ‘faggot’. ‘Gay’, ‘faggot’, ‘queer’… they were all words I eventually looked up in the dictionary. They followed me through high school. In 8^th grade, a kid from Texas thought he’d be original and call me the same words, only in Spanish.

            The bullies were only picking up on the same questions I was asking of myself. But no one else knew about it. Maybe I was different. Maybe I was gay. Maybe I did throw like a girl… because I was one.

            It was about 8^th grade when I started having dreams where I would tell people I was a lesbian. I’d have dreams where I was someone else entirely, but dreaming I was a girl was a recurring dream throughout high school.

            Like any teenager, puberty was rough, but squashing that idea that I was somehow less manly than my other male classmates… became a focus of mine. I was a tenor in 8^th grade choir, but as soon as I moved up to the older choir, I had to become a bass. I had to prove my manliness. Sure, my femininity displayed itself wonderfully in my mannerisms, but I had to work hard at proving to people that I wasn’t feminine or gay.

            I started putting my words, actions, even my hair and clothing choices in neat little boxes in my head. Hair gel was too feminine. Tight shirts and pants were too feminine. I wouldn’t say words that made me sound feminine. My hairstyle was the same every quarter when I got a haircut.

            By my senior year in high school, after I moved back from my adventures in California; the last goal I had for myself, was to prove that I wasn’t gay by getting a girlfriend by graduation. I was not going to graduate high school without ever having a girlfriend. I made that goal by three days, but I was finally able to prove to everyone… that I wasn’t what they had called me for all those years. I had a girlfriend to show all the bullies that I was not in fact, gay.

I’m Looking for Baggage That Goes With Mine

            And that was it. I had proved to the world, and to myself, that I was not gay. The nagging question about being a girl… well that was still tucked away in the back of the brain. I had a girlfriend to worry about. And then that first relationship fell through. And then I had a second girlfriend. And that one fell through. And then a third girlfriend. That fell through. And then a few other girls here and there… and then, there was Tiffany.

            Tiffany was different. Like my kind of different. She had a backstory similar to mine – divorced parents, under-privileged upbringing – and she was strong. Not physically, but she had a strong presence about her; like a powerful woman ready to take on the world – strong. She was everything I needed and more, and soon after meeting and then dating – we married within two years of knowing each other.

            That general feeling of being different, the thought of being too feminine… survived the wedding vows. Survived the birth of our son. On our first wedding anniversary, I took Tiffany out to our porch, and told her I was gay.

            There’s nothing like shattering your spouse’s heart on your first wedding anniversary, let me tell you - but after a talk of figuring out that no, I didn’t ever have a romantic relationship with a man, and no, I wasn’t attracted to any guys – I had restored a little faith in her, and we decided that I truly was not gay.

            But that answer just led me to other questions. If I wasn’t gay, what was I? There was something off, something different about how I felt, some recurring thought that I wasn’t as masculine as I should be – that I was more feminine than I should be – that I was more different than I should be. That same old dream of being a girl was still there.

            And I couldn’t tell anyone.

I’m Still Tangled Up in You

            I had already broken Tiffany’s heart once, I couldn’t tell her this secret. I couldn’t tell her that I secretly had dreams of being a girl, or someone other than this sad confused young man. I didn’t want to lose all that I had worked so hard to have. But then a few years went by, I entered seminary and spent a year muddling through life as a youth director at a suburban church. After a summer mission trip went awry and a couple months to put myself back together again; I could no longer lie to myself when faced with the ultimate test as a Lutheran seminary student: Chaplaincy.

            My Clinical Pastoral Education (CPE) site was at Unity Hospital in Fridley. On my first day on the floor of the hospital, I saw a once-healthy man reduced to skin and bones by pancreatic cancer. That was when I knew, without a doubt, that God’s calling for me was serious work, and I needed to figure myself out quick, so I could figure out God’s work in the world, and my role in it.

            All through our group and individual sessions as fellow chaplains, the supervisor would ask deep, probing questions to get us to open our deepest selves to God, so that nothing was left untouched.

            And all through those deep probing questions – the same question kept coming back unanswerable – and it should have been much simpler to answer – Who are you, really?

I’m Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman

            I shouldn’t say it was unanswerable. It was answerable, but the answer that kept coming back, was, “I’m transgender”. “I’m not a man”. “I’m not as masculine as I claim to be”. In the deep, deep recesses of my soul, I knew that I wasn’t who I claimed to be. And that realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

            One thing that queer people have to work through when coming out – is coming out to themselves. Queer folks have to break down their own barriers of identity, through any latent homo-, bi- or trans-phobia in their own minds, before or even during the beginnings of the public coming out process.

            I came out to a few people before even telling my wife. Even after telling her one late November night, I backed down from it, claiming my thoughts to be nothing more than anxiety – reinforced and originally suggested by my therapist at the time. It took another couple winter months of coming out to myself, going back and forth in my mind of whether I was just making everything up, or denying my true self to God and the world…

            That spring of 2015, I wrote a letter to Tiffany, explaining myself even further, confirming to her that I was indeed Transgender, and that I needed to figure it out. I sought out the Center for Sexual Health at the University of Minnesota (which, I found out later, was aided in starting by Lutheran Social Services of Minnesota). I saw a therapist that specialized in sexuality right before starting my internship at Zion Lutheran of Amor, and one last time my first Monday there.

Conceal, Don’t Feel, Put on a Show…

            My first Monday of internship, I visited the Center for Sexual Health again, and this time was diagnosed with Gender Dysphoria. It’s the diagnosis given to some Trans folks who feel that they are experiencing a disconnect between their assigned gender at birth and the gender they personally identify with. It was the confirmation I needed to help me make sense of myself. When I returned that Tuesday, I didn’t tell my supervisor about my diagnosis. I was fearful of losing my internship, and thus causing me to have to start the internship process all over again, uproot my family and everything. I didn’t want that.

            Since August 2009, folks who identify somewhere on the LGBT+ spectrum have been able to be ordained and serve as rostered leaders in the ELCA (Evangelical Lutheran Church in America), provided they have a ministry or congregation willing to call them. However, congregations in the ELCA also have the right to refuse to hire, or fire any individual based on race, gender identity, or sexual orientation – because of the Separation of Church and State.

            Thus, knowing that I could very well lose my internship upon revealing my gender identity, I kept it a secret. This summer, when circumstances allowed for me to finally tell my supervisor about my gender identity, I did so in the form of a letter. I then was able to share this letter with my synod and Luther Seminary. By sharing this letter, I was able to come out to all that needed to know at the time, and ask what would proceed internship.

            As part of my coming out to my synod and seminary, I also agreed to share information of my gender identity in the form of a short paragraph to Zion Lutheran, my internship congregation. It was my hope with the paragraph and ensuing blog post, that Zion and other churches like it would learn more about the struggles of me and other LGBT folks.

           

Let The Storm Rage On…

The last piece of the coming out puzzle is this blog post. This post is meant as a busting open of the closet door, so that I may finally tell the world the secret that has plagued me for so long. I am Transgender. I am the T in the LGBT. I identify as transfeminine genderqueer, or just genderqueer.

If the word ‘queer’ is too much for you, that’s okay. Non-binary and Gender-non-conforming are also words that could describe me. Another important element for trans folks is pronouns. 

Pronouns are very important to some trans folks, so respect pronouns when folks want you to use them. Personally, I don’t care so much about pronouns. Because I rest betwixt genders, I like hearing the occasional ‘she’ or ‘her’ or even the occasional “ma’am” or ‘miss’… It’s kinda fun to hear. But I’m fine if you use male pronouns in reference to me. Or ‘they’ or whatever.

Just not ‘it’. Never ‘it’. I am not an ‘it’. I am not a he/she. I am not a shemale. I am not a tranny. Don’t do it. Don’t ever do it. Respect pronouns when people request them, respect people’s identities.

The Cold Never Bothered Me Anyway

            It’s fitting that my blog site is called Grey Matter. In life, I do believe in a lot of grey areas, where the simple black and white realities we assume are present, are actually melded in shades of grey. As a Lutheran, I believe that human beings are both Sinners and Saints. Holy Communion is both bread and wine and Christ’s blood and body. Christ’s divinity and humanity. Traditional and Contemporary. Lutherans are used to Grey Areas in their faith.

            Even if my gender identity isn’t so clear, there are many elements to my life that are so much clearer now – now that I’ve started to understand myself a little better. Tiffany and I have the best relationship in our marriage that we’ve had, because I’m able to be open and honest with her. I share my feelings easier, not having to pretend it’s unmanly to share feelings. I feel much more comfortable in my skin, even if I’m still getting used to my own queerness.

            I hope that my quest to be more authentic opens doors for not only me, but other people still in the closet. I hope that other folks will feel welcome to explore their identities and welcomed in communities both large and small.

            This is a brave new world, and I’m excited to be a part of it.

            Thanks for reading; thanks for your support; thanks for being you.

            In the words of Dr. Seuss – “Today, you are you. That is truer than true. There is no one alive who is youer than you.” So be you. Be who God calls you to be.

Amen.

           

             

No tengan miedo, mi rebaño pequeño: Sermon on Luke 12: 32-40

A couple notes about this sermon - This was my second to last sermon at Zion Lutheran Church of Amor, and I wanted to try something different again. I have been learning a little Spanish all year from a retired Spanish teacher, so I wanted to show that in one of my sermons. So, why not wait until almost the last minute. That's why there's some Spanish in here, just to try out preaching in Spanish, presupposing that I may eventually have a congregation in a community where there are Spanish-speaking folks.
Secondly, half of this sermon was written after moving most of our stuff to our new apartment, and I was quite tired, and I hand wrote the second half of this sermon. So, the second half is dictated from that handwritten sermon, and may not be up to my usual standards, and it's also why the sermon isn't quite as long as it usually is - because I went off the cuff for a little bit.... Yep.

Que Dios nuestro Creador y el Señor Jesucristo les concedan gracia y paz

Grace and Peace to you from God our Creator, and from our Lord and Savior Jesus the Christ,
Amen

No tengan miedo, mi rebaño pequeño. Some of you may have understood that, but for those of you who didn’t - No tengan miedo, mi rebaño pequeño means roughly - have no fear my little flock. Can we try to say that all together? No tengan miedo, mi rebaño pequeño

Have no fear, the Lord is coming. Sell your stuff, because your treasure is with God anyway.  Pues donde tengan ustedes su tesoro, allí estará también su corazón. Where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. (I won’t make you say that one). Have no fear…

All anybody has to say this year is something about Donald Trump or Hillary Clinton… and eyes begin to roll. You did it just now. This year’s presidential contest is one of the strangest races anybody has seen. You want to talk about having no fear? Over 50% of the supporters of both candidates… are voting for their candidate… solely based on not wanting the other one. On fear of the other candidate. Over half of the supporters purely don’t want the other one to win. Not because they like their chosen candidate, not because they think their candidate will do a better job… they fear what the other candidate will do to this country.

The searches of ‘How do I move to Canada’ in Google have increased enormously since this election began over a year ago. Canada recently changed their immigration policy to reflect the possible influx of new citizens coming from the United States. Fear… it’s something I’ve preached on before here, and it’s so pervasive, it certainly pops up multiple times throughout the year.

Over the last month or so, the Tuesday bible study has been reading through a couple of the epistles, or the little books in the back of your bible. They’re letters written to the early church by authors unknown… but they were written to the Christians of the 1st century, knowing that Jesus was coming back. Not only was Jesus coming back, but Jesus was coming back soon. This theme of Jesus coming back soon… has been a recurring theme not only in the epistles, and not only in the world of 1st century Palestine… but throughout all of history.

Even in recent years, there have been nationwide claims that the end of the world was coming near. Twice in 2011, once in May and again in November, a man knew the world was coming to an end, and he made national news… Then the year was 2012. The Mayan calendar was ending, and surely the Mayans knew about the future, so winter solstice of 2012… the world was going to end.

And I’ll admit…. I kinda bought into it. I had a wife and 9 month old Sam at the time, so I figured if the world was ending, it was ending at a good time in my life. Well, it didn’t end and the world woke up the next morning… But the hype was real. There was even a movie called, 2012 about the world ending and giant boats and whatever.

The world will end one day. Your life will end one day. Everything has a beginning and an end, and God is the beginning and the end.

You also must be ready, for the Son of (Humanity) is coming at an unexpected hour…

Today’s Gospel comes from the context of the Sermon on the Mount. In Luke’s version, you have the ‘Blessed are they who…” etc. Today’s lesson comes right after Jesus tells the people to not worry about what they will eat, wear, whatever. Consider the lilies and all that.

So Jesus telling the people to “No tengan miedo, mi pequeno rebano…” is a reiteration of everything he just said.

There’s a term in Psychology known as ‘Projection’, when someone tells you that you that you have a problem, while forgetting to mention that they too have the same problem. Jesus may have had the same idea. Perhaps Jesus was projecting his own fears and explaining in turn what he, the Son of Humanity, needed to do.

For Jesus knew he was going to die. Knew what he had to do. Knew that his life would soon be demanded of himself…

n Star Wars: The Force Awakens, there’s a scene in which one of the main protagonists, Finn is helping the other protagonist, Poe, escape from the bad guys. Finn is whispering… “stay calm, stay calm…” and Poe says, “I am calm…” and Finn replies, “I was talking to myself…”. It’s a humorous point in the movie, but perhaps Jesus was doing the same thing here.

What else am I to say? There’s a lot to be fearful of out there… and Jesus telling us to go ahead and not be afraid…

Well… thanks Jesus… but let’s just go ahead and continue to be afraid… because it’s easier than doing anything about it.

But he continues… We are to ready ourselves… go out there and do something about this world… because Jesus is coming back. The world that we know and love and fear…. Needs to be readied. It needs to be fixed, put back together. Because all of the things we’re afraid about… need not to be feared of… but rectified.

Think of them as situations to be rectified… opportunities for growth.
(conversation of Zion not having an intern and fear of what comes next made off the cuff)

Conquering our fear, to ready the world, and better the world… we can do that. We can do that because Jesus did that. Jesus knew he was going to die, and prayed in the garden to let it not be so. But he knew that his life meant more than anything anyone could imagine. Jesus died for you, for me, for us all…. Because of grace. Grace freely bestowed to all of us. Through Christ’s death, God saves us from our fears, our sins, ourselves.

Because the Son of Humanity is coming back. Be ready.

Amen.

Rock the Boat, Together: Poetic Sermon on Luke 12:13-21

My sermon from Sunday, 7/31

This is my third to last sermon at Zion, so I decided I'd try something a little different, and preach in poem form. I wrote the first part in iambic tetrameter, and the second part using a Slam Poetry-esque mode... Poetry is best when it's read aloud, so I've attached the audio (follow the link). 

I thought about copyrighting this... but then I thought that copyrighting the following words would be a disservice to the meaning of the sermon, and so I give it out freely here. 

Elon Musk made all his patents free for people to look at and improve, and I'm not a tech billionaire, but I like the concept. So here's my Elon Musk moment. Take, borrow, steal, whatever. These words are as much yours as they are mine. 

All Grace and Peace to you from God -
Creator, Spirit, Staff and Rod
Amen

A man had ample crops to spare
And wanted time... enough to share
So store away his crops he did
Away from everyone he hid

But God looked down upon his head
And told the man he’d soon be dead
What use of crops had he if slain?
His time was up, no more to gain.

For Jesus told this parable
Not only to the culpable
But unto us he shared this tale
To listen, grow and to avail

Ourselves for service. All of us.
Because we all must ride the bus
It’s not enough to idly stand
Perhaps instead to lend a hand

The treasures kept in banks still sit
Accruing int’rest, all of it.
Because some banker told us so
It’s good to keep, dontcha know?

Of all the countries in the world
We boast our wealth, our necklines pearled
And yet, we struggle feeding more
Than we have ever known before

The cost of living freely? High.
Collectively, we breathe a sigh.
A sigh of willful ignorance.
When life is not unlike a dance

We sway together, softly now
Try not to rock the boat, our scow
For God so deeply loves us all
And God is sending us a call

To stand against oppression strong
To fight and right, offend the wrong
Because the God of fire and pain
Puts out the flames in tears and rain

When scores of wealth and energy
Are stored away and atrophy
The death that stares us in the face
Will put an end to riches, Ace

We steward resources around
To those who have been wrongly found
Deserving help. But who deserves?
Well, that is up to you. It serves...

It serves just one to judge someone
It serves but only you, so run -
So run away from all your guilt
So stand in awe as walls are built

It's not your fault that life's this way
It's not your sin. Please don't dismay
Just stand and sit and lay awake
Just eat and drink and do not shake

The boat.


“...there is no longer Greek and Jew, circumcised and uncircumcised, barbarian, Scythian, slave
and free; but Christ is all and in all!”




I meant it when I said it…
I’m tired of hearing that someone is undeserving of love
Of food
Money
Cars
Education
Basic things we all need

That’s not how God works.
That’s not how Grace works.

That’s not why Christ died.

Christ didn’t die for whoever is special enough to earn God’s grace

That’s not how God works.
That’s not how Grace works.

The author of Colossians just said it. We have been renewed in Christ… in the waters of baptism

In the ever-flowing waters of our baptism
We are connected by the same water, through that water
Through the water that flows in our baptism
We are connected through the water to every living thing on this planet.

Every living thing. In our baptism we are connected.
We are named, claimed and called children of God
We are washed in the water that flows in and among us all

Christ is all and in all.

Today’s gospel is about stewardship.
Stewardship of our resources
Our time
Our energy
Our money
Our love

God created everything out of nothing
God created you, created me, created us all

God loves you, loves me, loves us all

God calls us to spread the love, the wealth, the time, the energy
To us all.

Time and time again, Christ is caught messing with the system

Christ is caught preaching about the poor and blind in his hometown
Christ is caught feeding the poor
Healing the sick
Calling on people to give of themselves
Telling parables about lost sheep
Lost coins
Lost children

Christ performs miracles
Teaches
Preaches
Heals
Feeds
And feeds again

Never once asking if they deserve it
Never once asking if they needed it
Never once pointing out that if one was healed then everyone needed to be healed.
Never once pointing out solutions to our modern realities

Because Jesus lived in an unfair world
Not unlike this unfair world

Jesus lived to die

Jesus lived so that when we die
We would have a life with him

Our ticket on the bus is already taken care of
Our price has already been paid
Because the same Christ who stood up to the system that oppressed him
The same system that oppressed his friends
Neighbors
Jews
Gentiles
Tax Collectors
Samaritans
Lepers
Fill in the blank

Jesus stood up for them
For you
For me

That same Christ stood up, knew his time was due

And he died

For you
For me

Jesus died to save us all from ourselves

Our hatred
Our bigotry
Our indifference

Jesus the Christ died

Rose again three days later and saved us all

That’s the Good News

That’s the Gospel

That’s the truth that you and I… the truth that we all share

That we share together.

Together.

That’s what it’s all about, isn’t it

Together.

You and I and the McDonald’s fry guy

We’re in this thing called life together

What use is your money
Your time
Your energy
Your stuff

What use is it to you just sitting there

What use is it to anyone else but you

God saw the man with the crops, just sitting on his wealth

And God told the man his life was due

All his stuff… all his hard-earned stuff… was sitting there


We all have stuff.
I’m very conscious and cognizant about how much stuff I currently own, as it’s all being packed in front of me

Stuff I forgot about
Stuff I knew about
Stuff I don’t care about
Stuff that really… just needs to be thrown away

And stuff is good
Stuff keeps us going
Stuff gets us from point A to point B
Stuff gets us going in the morning and helps us with our day
Without stuff… well, we’d be just like the people on the street, without stuff

Or all their stuff is in a bag
Or a basket
Or a shopping cart

So many people have such little stuff

That our large amounts of stuff… looks… sad in comparison to their non-stuff

Some folks on TV have overwhelming amounts of stuff
There are many TV shows on many channels devoted to people having too much stuff

This acquisition of stuff… can be harmful to people

And yet, there are people who would offer all of their stuff… for just a pile of someone else’s stuff

Stuff. We need it. It gives us meaning

I have lots of stuff. All of us are lucky and blessed to have as much stuff as we do.

We should all count our blessings for our stuff.

When you reduce our worldly possessions, that honestly may hold so much meaning to us
Because we can tell stories about them… We know how we got them and why we got them and why we still need them…
When you reduce these worldly possessions to a word such as stuff

It’s almost silly. It’s really quite silly how often the word ‘stuff’ was just used…

But in reality, it’s all just stuff.

And in God’s reality… it’s all just God’s stuff.

And God’s stuff is beautiful.

We should all be thankful for our stuff, but we should all be willing to part with our stuff.

Ultimately, it’s not our stuff that matters, but it’s you. It’s me. It’s all of us

Christ is all and in all.

Christ lived, died for you, and for us all - to live a life together.

A man had ample crops to spare
And wanted time... enough to share
So store away his crops he did
Away from everyone he hid

But God looked down upon his head
And told the man he’d soon be dead
What use of crops had he if slain?
His time was up, no more to gain.

For Jesus told this parable
Not only to the culpable
But unto us he shared this tale
To listen, grow and to avail

Ourselves for service. All of us.
Because we all must ride the bus
It’s not enough to idly stand
Perhaps instead to lend a hand

For God is Love. And Love abounds.

So rock the boat.

Together.

Amen.

Because Love Matters: Sermon on Luke 10:25-37

This is a homily on the Good Samaritan, preached at Camp Nidaros, a pastoral retreat on Walker Lake started in the 1910's by pastors, whose ancestors still utilize the cabins and camp.

Grace and Peace to you from God our Creator, and from our Lord and Savior Jesus the Christ, Amen

Who is your neighbor? The lawyer in today’s Gospel asks Jesus… Who is his neighbor? So, I ask you the very same question - Who is your neighbor? Jesus tells us exactly who our neighbor is. It’s exactly who you don’t expect it to be. Exactly who you don’t want it to be. The Samaritans weren’t well liked in those days, which makes this parable that Jesus tells even more profound. Love your neighbor as yourself. The Golden Rule. The same idea that has passed between peoples of different areas and different religions for ages. The Greatest Commandment. It’s the ability to look at one another as human beings, just as you are a human being… and know that they have blood running through their veins, and air running through their lungs…

Love. It’s a complicated emotion that is talked about many times throughout the entire bible, but especially the Gospels. Love. Such a complicated emotion, and yet, it’s rather quite simple, or at least it should be. Compassion. Knowing that the person sitting next to you, living next you, breathing next to you… is just as valued to God as you are. Is just as worthy of all the life, liberty and freedoms you desire and need. It’s about love folks. It’s always been about love. It will always be about love.
Who is your neighbor? Who is deserving of love when others deny it? Who are the voices crying out for help, lying beaten and defeated on the road of life?

I’m going to be honest with you. This has a terrible week to be a law enforcement officer, a terrible week to be a person of color… and a terrible week to be a human being. I mean it. If we can’t look at the events that happened in Baton Rouge, Falcon Heights and Dallas… and see a total breakdown of human existence…. This isn’t how life should be. If we can’t look at the events of Orlando a month ago… In Baghdad… Istanbul…

It seems like life is devolving into chaos, with people at each other’s throats… And it makes me sad. I think it’s safe to say that it makes God grieve as well.

The Psalmist writes in the thirteenth Psalm…
How long, O Lord? Will you forget me forever?
    How long will you hide your face from me?
How long must I bear pain in my soul,
    and have sorrow in my heart all day long?

The nation seems to be in a perpetual state of mourning. It seems that there’s something new every week. A mass shooting here, another minority attacked there, and terrorist attacks in between. It’s almost enough for me to want to get back to hearing about emails and walls…
But maybe not.

Why is this message of love - so hard for us to hear? Love God, Love your neighbor and be the Good Samaritan to help another stranded on the road. Simple. And yet, we fail all too often.
We are the Levite and priest, passing by the man hurt on the road. We are the ones passing by, letting life go… watching Rome burn as we stand and watch. Sure, we say our prayers and thoughts are with the victims… but how often do we stand up for the one on the road? How often are we standing against indifference, and staring at the face of injustice?

Why am I asking this? Because Love Matters. Elie Wiesel, a survivor of the Holocaust and author said, “The opposite of love is not hate, but indifference”

Because Love Matters. When we are faced with injustice, we can either pass by and let it happen… or be the Good Samaritan and stand up against it.

Because Love Matters, the man who called on us to love one another… to love our neighbor as ourselves… the man who lived among, walked alongside of, and preached for the other… the outcasts… Jesus the Christ… died for them, for us, for me, for you… to save us all from ourselves. Our indifference. Our injustice. Our pain. Our sorrow. Our weariness. Jesus the Christ died to save us all... through the unwinnable, unshakeable grace, love and mercy of God - poured out for us all.
Jesus died, through the ultimate sacrifice and the ultimate act of love… Jesus died for the neighbor.
So, I ask you again - who is your neighbor? Alton Sterling and Philando Castile were your neighbors. The five police officers killed in Dallas were your neighbors. The people who pulled the triggers were your neighbors.

Jesus calls on us to love. Because Love Matters. Amen.

Unity in Community: Sermon on Luke 10:1-11, 16-20

My sermon for Independence Day weekend

Gospel: Luke 10:1-11, 16-20

Grace and Peace to you from God our Creator and from our Lord and Savior Jesus the Christ, Amen

Tomorrow, we celebrate 240 years of independence from Great Britain. The United Kingdom, of which Great Britain is a part has, in it’s own right, now declared their own independence from the European Union, a move that disrupted trade and stock exchanges across the globe. The United Kingdom itself, is a uniting of four distinct regions: England, Scotland, Northern Ireland and Wales. So, therefore, the Uniting of four distinct regions has declared as a whole that it no longer wants to be part of the larger European Union, which has it’s origins after World War II in the late 1950s. Okay - so that was a short recent history lesson all in the purpose of saying… it’s a complicated world out there folks. Finding clarity in muckery is often difficult - and the politics of a country half a world away may yet have far reaching consequences for us here in these United States…

But I’m not up here to give you a history lesson. I’m up here to proclaim the Gospel of Jesus Christ crucified and risen. Jesus sent out 70 people to go out into the country and spread the good news of God’s presence and peace. Jesus told these people that if they are welcomed with open arms, break bread with the Samaritans and spread the good news of God’s peace. If they aren’t welcomed in, Jesus told them to forget about the encounter, and still proclaim God’s peace for them.
Seventy people were sent out. In pairs. Wherever one of them went, the other followed. Wherever the other 68 went, all 70 were doing the same job. All 70 were proclaiming God’s peace and presence. There’s something powerful in knowing that those 70 people, all sent out to different places, all had the same message. Those 70 people were all different, yet all were sent with the same word of peace. Those 70 were united under one cause, and that unity kept them together.

That group of 70 was united in community. A community of believers, much like this church. Much like Zion. While there are more than 70 of us here, and we are all different from different backgrounds and different understandings of the same world… We are united when we bring God’s peace to one another. We start every worship service with a sharing of the peace. We greet one another in a show of our welcome, in the smile or the hug or the handshake. We greet one another in this place, for we are all here for the same purpose - to worship the One who called us here to begin with. We are called to be with one another together in worship and song. We are a community. A unifying presence for a common purpose. We are gathered here today as a community of believers.
Community can be powerful. Even with different opinions and outlooks on the world, we can be united in our calling to live out the Gospel. Even though we are different, in many ways,  we are the same.

Take our country for example. These United States of America are a united community of fifty unique and beautiful states. The Great Seal of these United States has on there a phrase in Latin - E Pluribus Unum - or, out of many, one. Even though we are many, we are one. This uniting didn’t happen overnight. Sure, 240 years ago, 13 colonies declared themselves independent from the rule of a foreign crown… but the Revolutionary War was fought for years after that. After declaring independence, writing our own constitution… Britain came back in 1812 to try to take it back… again… we still have a country. Then a bunch of states were acquired in the Louisiana Purchase, including most of this one… then further land was bought and paid for, then the Civil War happened and broke up the Union that we had and a few more years of war, the country was a little more whole… Then the Transcontinental Railroad happened… and Manifest Destiny, and more states were bought and fought over and paid for and slowly but surely, the fiftieth state was acquired in 1959. We have been a country of 50 states for more than 50 years.

Who knows about Puerto Rico or Washington DC or Guam or American Samoa or all the other regions we kind of call American soil… but aren’t states. Even this country is only mostly united.
We have different places we call home. Yet, we are all American. Last Friday was Canada Day. They celebrated their identity as Canadian on Friday. They were once part of the British Empire too. The British Empire once spanned the globe, and it could be said that the sun never set on the British Empire. Because of their previous foreign dealings, they have an even more complicated system to be united under.

Systems of unity were complicated even long before Jesus was walking around. The tribes of Israel didn’t really get along with each other. Kingdoms were united then divided and warred against each other. Even into Jesus’ day, the Jewish leaders were united by their Jewish identity, but divided on how they interpreted the law. The Roman Empire was united by the Emperor, but even emperors were divided and so on and so forth.

Jesus lived in a world that was constantly changing as well. The Paul and the authors of the other books of the New Testament lived in a changing time… The author of Ephesians wanted to unite the Jews and Gentiles together. The tension between unity and division has been a constant thing.
The disciples were divided as to how they saw their ministry. What united them is the same thing that unites us. Their friend, our Messiah - walked this earth with a diverse group of people, both Jew and Gentile, women and men. Jesus of Nazareth lived in an ever-changing world with an ever-changing group of people, and taught them. Healed them. Loved them. Died for them, for us. Jesus the Christ died on a cross and rose again to save us all from ourselves. Our divisiveness. Our anger. Our hatred. Our blindness to realities out there… Our sin. Jesus’ death and resurrection saves us through God’s grace, God’s mercy, and God’s love. For this God, that unites all under God’s unwinnable, unshakable grace, love and mercy… For we are united in Jesus’ death, and can celebrate together the hope and promise his resurrection means for us all. In a few minutes, we will be united at the table, just as we are united in the waters of baptism.

We have different words that separate us by who we are as human beings, but we are united by our broken humanity. We may have words that describe us as Christians, but we are all united through Christ.

On this Independence Day weekend, remember the sacrifices of all those who made this country what it is. Remember what makes us independent, but yet always strive to remember our  dependence on each other… and our dependence on the One who unites us all.
Happy fourth everybody.
Amen.

How Many Sins? - Sermon on Luke 7:36-8:3

This sermon was written on June 9. I preached it on Sunday, June 12 without knowing about the events in Orlando earlier that morning. This was also preached in a situation not welcome to discussions on rape culture and that of the Stanford rape... What follows is a sermon preached in the context I just described... It would be a different sermon in a different context, if I was able to preach to the current realities of the world.

Grace and Peace to you from God our Creator, and from our Lord and Savior Jesus the Christ, Amen

This story is one of my favorites for many reasons. It happens in all four of the gospels, each writer telling a slightly different story. In the other three, the story is more about feeding the poor with the money that would be spent on the ointment poured on Jesus. This version is more about the sins of the woman, rather than her wealth, or lack thereof.

All four gospels point out the difference between the people of the house, and the people around them - how there’s a dramatic difference between them in some regard. And, if you think about it, many of the Gospels’ stories… are about exactly that. One group holding power over another group… and somehow, Jesus fits in the middle of it all, and brings peace.

Jesus takes the inequality of the woman’s sins, and negates them. Whatever sin she had, Jesus canceled them out. For that is the Gospel. That right there. That truth - that no matter who you are, where you come from, what you do, what you’ve done… Jesus cancels the debt seemingly owed to people and society… Jesus sets us free.

So… what is sin anyway? Can it be quantified like Jesus makes an allusion to in his parable? I’ll share with you the definition found in this little handy book, called Crazy Talk: A Not-So-Stuffy Dictionary of Theological Terms - edited by one of Luther Seminary’s Old Testament professors, Rolf Jacobson. In it he says -

Sin - “Theologically, people [are bad] at being human the way God intends humans to be because of a condition known as sin. Also known as ‘fallenness’, ‘brokenness’, and ‘the human condition’; sin refers to the state of who we are, the condition we are stuck in. The biblical story goes like this: God created everything and it was good (Genesis 1); God created human beings to play a special role within Creation (Genesis 1-2); sin entered into the world because of the rebellion of the first human beings (Genesis 3); ever since then, God has worked to cure the disease of sin (see the entire rest of the Bible).

The condition of sin has many unfortunate side effects. Instead of trusting and taking God at God’s word, we place our trust in other gods - most often the one who wears our face and clothes. Instead of trusting our neighbors, we distrust them and drive them away.” (p. 161)

Dr. Jacobson’s point - is that sin permeates who we are, no matter who we are… we are sinful beings. Sin is in our nature. It is Christ who set us free from that sin - so that we may go out into the world and worry about many other things that need to be worried about - rather than our own perceived sin.

Sin is a troubling thing. A complicated thing. We think we know what sin looks like. We call actions, feelings sin - where there is none. Sin is bounced about like candy at a parade. Placing blame, pointing fingers at other people for their perceived sin helps no one. Pointing the sin inward - pointing out our own sin - our own misgivings - our own troubles… There - there powerful work can be done. When we start to look inside at who we really are, deep inside… but we can’t do that too much either.

The last time I preached, I talked about humility and confidence. Humility is what keeps us grounded and confidence is what keeps us going… So. I noted that if we have too much of either, nothing works correctly. Thus - if we look deep inside, and see too much sin - think we’re not good enough or whatever… then shame comes into play - and that’s a very dark place to be.

How much shame do you think the woman had in the Gospel this morning? Jesus describes her as woman with many sins… like baggage carried around with her. How much shame does it take to kneel at the feet of her lord, and wash his feet - with her tears. Because of her perceived sinfulness - She felt ashamed enough to wash his feet with her tears and hair. And then Jesus does the unthinkable - something no one expected him to do. Jesus forgives her of all her sins. Just as the man in the parable forgave all the debt. Jesus forgave this woman’s sin. All of them.

I asked in the beginning if you could quantify - or count sins. How many sins does it take to qualify for ‘many sins’? What kind of sins? Let’s go with an easy one that all of us do probably on a daily or weekly basis. Lying. Now, you may not actively go about lying to everyone you see… but… think of it this way. Most of you have smart phones, computers, or other devices that help you connect with the modern world. And if you don’t that’s okay too. For every program you install on a computer, there’s what’s called an ‘End-User License Agreement’ or ‘EULA’. They’re usually really long, pages and pages and pages of things that dictate how you use the program. Most of them basically boil down to: don’t steal this program and claim that it’s yours.

Well, guess what - How many of you have ever read every single word of every one of those agreements? But you click on the ‘I have read and fully understand everything that I’m agreeing to’ button… and your program installs. Now, all you did was click a button. But that’s still lying, even if it’s to a computer. Lying is a sin. You have committed a sin.

Like I said, we probably do it on a daily or weekly basis. Sometimes, we just can’t help it, or think it’s not really a big deal. Honestly, all sin is equal under God, and we all fall short to the glory of God… We are all sinful people. But we are also saints. Luther had a famous saying, that we are all simultaneously sinner and saint. You see, like I keep saying, God’s got this taken care of.

In fact, God had this taken care of long before you were ever born. The hope and promise found in the Good News of Jesus the Christ is what took care of our sin for us. Our Christ, our Messiah lived among many sinners of many sins, man and woman alike. Jew and Gentile alike. Jesus taught, caught, walked, talked, preached, fed, healed, cured, resurrected… and died for us all, to save us all from ourselves. From our many sins. For it is this salvation - this grace from God that permeates our sin, our brokenness, our reality as humanity. God’s grace, that was poured out from God and is freely bestowed to all of us in the name of Christ… This grace, love and mercy from God - they’re unwinnable, unattainable… and there’s no amount of sin that will ever take that promise away. There’s absolutely nothing you can ever ever do - to make God love you less. God’s got this taken care of.

God’s love is more powerful than your sin. God’s love overtakes anyone’s perceived sin, and washes it clean. In the waters of baptism, we are made clean, called and named children of God and we are tasked from that moment to live into the Gospel - to learn the commandments of the church, to read and get to know the Holy Scriptures… So that we may one day go out into the world and make the world a better place for us all. God’s love, God’s forgiveness, God’s salvation… sets us free from the chains of sin that weigh us down, and sets us up to live out our calling.

Christ died for you, for me, for us all. Whatever sins you carry around with you, however many sins you carry around with you… know that you are loved, and saved from the burden of that sin.

Earthly sins are divinely forgiven, but still earthly punished. Sins against ourselves are between ourselves and God. Sins against another person are sins that require apology, repentance, forgiveness, and in some cases, consequences. Like the quote from Dr. Jacobson said, we are terrible at being human the way God intends humanity to be. So we rectify that. We learn from other’s mistakes, and try to make the world a better place for us all.

Sin abounds, and grace abounds. We are simultaneously sinner and saint. We live in the grey of life, and we try to make that grey a little brighter for us all, through the work of God and the Good News. This is our calling. This is who we are.

God’s mercy endures forever.

Amen.

Humility and Confidence: Sermon on Luke 7:1-10

My Sermon for the Second Sunday after Pentecost

Gospel: Luke 7:1-10

Grace and Peace to you from God our Creator, and from our Lord and Savior, Jesus the Christ, Amen

Humility is something Minnesotans are usually known for. And we’re proud of it. Think about that for a second there. We’re proud of our humility. We even have a word for it we’re so proud. It’s called being, “Minnesota-nice”. Here in Minnesota, and the upper Midwest in general, we get angry at someone’s boasting. They’re not being humble enough.

Between humility and confidence… we have to find the right balance, or we throw people off. I was definitely put off by the lack of humility found in California when I lived out there. Uffda. Everybody’s somebody out there, and they’ll let you know about it too. No thank you.

Some folks from outside of Minnesota, think of this concept of the Minnesota humility… fake.
And so, a humble Roman centurion who commands armies and owns a slave, humbles himself and asks for the help of Jesus to heal his slave. Knowing the power that both men possess. Jesus, who humbled himself in the form of a slave, healed a slave.

I think, that right there, is where the true humility comes in. I’ve referenced it in a couple other sermons, and I’m going to again, but Paul’s Hymn to Christ in Philippians really cements this idea of Jesus’ humility. Between healing the slave, lepers, and everyone else - feeding the hungry with tiny scraps of food, causing the blind to see and the deaf to hear… Jesus got down in the muck, the darkness of life’s realities, and lived out the promise of the Messiah with the fringes of society.

Jesus displayed the ultimate acts of humility by being as powerful as he was, for fruitful endeavors. Even when wandering through the desert for 40 days and nights, Jesus was tempted to use his powers for other reasons, but humbled himself to use them for other people. Above selfish gain.

The Messiah, who was expected to be a war hero, a powerful leader to rid the people of Roman oppression, humbles himself in the request of a Roman leader, and heals the leader’s slave.

So, beyond humility, this story is also about healing. How Jesus healed the undeserved. Healed the sick, fed the hungry, advocated for the poor. The need for healing in this world is a constant one, and there are professionals that help in this task. Sometimes healing comes in different forms, where health looks different than what we would originally assume. Heaing is tricky that way. When you stub your toe, nothing really needs to be healed, hopefully… the pain will dissipate slowly. If you skin your knee, a bandage covering the wound will allow your own body to heal the wound in a few days. Break a leg, the medical professionals will set the pieces back together and wrap a cast around it, and again, your body will heal itself with the assistance of the cast around your leg. Healing, while aided by medical professionals, is mostly done by our own bodies. But when the injury is major - a heart attack, stroke, major burns and large wounds… Or when it’s a disease like cancer or AIDS… When healing… takes on a different form. Or even mental health, when healing includes treatment plans and counseling and therapy and… health and healing is a complicated ordeal.

Jesus healed folks. Cured folks. Walked with them, lived among them, and ate meals with them.
What if healing is more than just cut and dry, but something intangible? What if we are humbled by the wonder and complicated nature of healing?  For some, healing may indeed be cut and dry, as simple as putting a bandage on a wound. For others, healing may involve years and years of rest, therapy, and knowing that whatever ails you, will be with you for the rest of your life? Healing for some, isn’t a cessation of ailment, but a living with, dealing with, and acknowledging it’s gonna be there. Healing is knowing that the stuff you suffer from, will be there… but there’s nothing you can do about it, and rather than dwelling on it, you live the rest of your life to the fullest. For some, that’s the healthy thing to do.

And then again, there are some that when things turn for the worst, the end itself… is a healing notion. That after a long hard battle with cancer or other terminal illness… the ending of pain that only the end can bring… That only the warm embrace of our loving Lord can offer… Then healing looks a little different. To stand in a room with people that all know that there is nothing else to do but wait for the Lord… now that’s a humbling experience.

It was my first day of my chaplaincy at Unity Hospital in Fridley… and a man was dying of pancreatic cancer, and I was called in to offer a word of prayer, to ask God to welcome him home. He had a full life right up until the end, and learning very quickly the seriousness of what caregivers are called to do… I was called in to offer to pray for his journey home, and pray I did, and the whole time, this man was looking at me, but I think, he was really looking through me. The words I said, didn’t really matter. This man was about to die, and he probably couldn’t hear me or understand me. It was a humbling, holy moment - one I’ll never forget.

All the doctors in all the world all put off the inevitable. Human beings are the only creatures on the planet that are aware of their own mortality. In all of the medical and scientific breakthroughs, we’ve certainly extended life spans, but the end result is always the same.

And yet… we as Christians know that death is not the end. We know that there was a man who humbled himself in the form of a slave, healed slaves, fed the hungry, and walked, talked, preached, and lived among the people… and then died on a hill, to save us all from ourselves. Jesus the Christ died and rose again to save us all from our broken humanity, from death’s sting, through the unwinnable, unshakable Grace of God. For it is this Grace, Love and Mercy that we all freely receive, and are freely bestowed… so that we may go out into the world and freely bestow the same Grace, Love and Mercy to all we see. For while we will all be called home one day; we have a calling in this place to serve God’s creation. So that all may live with the peace and overflowing love we have in Christ.

I said earlier that there is a fine line between humility and confidence. We as Christians have confidence in Christ’s death and resurrection and the salvation of all. We have the confidence to live out that good news, that Gospel. We have the confidence that we are called by God to live out our service to God and God’s creation… and yet… we also have the humility to know that all of this isn’t up to us. We know that all of our good works, all of our preaching, teaching, loving, serving, living, dying… is through the grace, the love, and the mercy of God. We have to keep in mind this balance of humility and confidence. Too much humility, and we keep the bible on the shelves, live out our days not talking to anyone, not helping anyone in the name of Christ… Too much confidence, and we think we can do all of this ourselves. That the work we do has been preordained by God and we can go conquer the world in the name of Christ.

There is a balance there, and we have to hold on to it. Knowing that humility is what keeps us grounded, and confidence is what gives us strength and lets us go places.

And now, here we are. Tomorrow is Memorial Day. A day when the nation remembers the fallen members of the military, for their humble sacrifice to their country. A time when the people of this nation mourn their beloved service members, and hope for a day when they all come home. Not only is tomorrow a time to remember their humble service, but a time for the nation to heal from past wars. Friday was the first time a sitting President of the United States visited Hiroshima, one of the cities where atomic bombs were dropped over 70 years ago.

Healing comes in many forms, including that of bonds between once-warring countries. The feelings of loss we feel from a loved one’s passing are feelings that can be healed, in time. With God as our immortal comforter and healer, we humble ourselves, knowing that God is in control. God’s got this.

Amen

Identity in Trinity: Sermon on John 16:12-15

My Sermon for Trinity Sunday.

Gospel: John 16:12-15

Grace and Peace to you from God our Creator and from our Lord and Savior Jesus the Christ, Amen

Three in one. One in three. It’s impossible to figure it out. Seriously. God is beyond all of our comprehension, so how God is three forms but one form, all for one and one for all… God makes no sense, but complete sense. God is beyond sense. God is beyond definition. God is beyond all concepts of figuring out who God is. But we know who God is, and how God interacts with God’s world. We can see God interacting with us, in us and through us. God has interacted with humanity on a personal level, in the form of Jesus Christ, God Incarnate. God continues to be with us, in and through us, through the work of the Holy Spirit, some of which Pastor Jim explored last week.

So, God is Creator. God is Jesus. God is Holy Spirit. God is all these identities, and more… God is described as many identities in the bible, and not one encompasses all that God is, including the identity of father. God cannot be contained to an identity such as father, nor mother, brother, sister, friend, creator, life-giver, savior, sustainer, lord, spirit, wind, breath, messiah, or any one descriptor. God is all of that, none of that, and some of those in different ways at different times. God is indescribable to a fault, that our mode of understanding the un-understandable is faulty. We try to put into words that which describes God’s actions in the world, and all fall short of the totality of God.

Occasionally, I’ve made reference to my rabbi friend in other conversations, but the man I took undergraduate religious studies classes from - is a retired rabbi. I call him my rabbi, because rabbi means teacher, and he’s taught me a great many things over the years, even beyond the classroom. When he was in rabbinical school, he had a special Hebrew bible called a Biblia Hebraica, or a Kittel - named after the editor of the text. On every other page, there was a blank page designed to be there to take notes. So, every other page has handwritten notes, that my rabbi wrote in pencil, 50 years ago. On these pages, he would write God, but instead of writing G O D, he wrote G - D… You see, for some, the name of God is ineffable - you can’t even name God, God - so, God is so indescribable to some folks, they can’t even say God. To this day, my rabbi refers to God in some other manner, like ‘Holy One’ or some other way.

So, God is indescribable, undefinable, and un-understandable. The story of creation in Genesis 2 tells the tale of when humans decided they wanted to think like God, so taking a bite of the fruit from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil… That was too much.

Describing God as a Holy Trinity is a way of describing the indescribable, and yet… like I was getting at a couple weeks ago, using words to describe God helps, but does not encompass all that is God.

Much like using words to describe ourselves, does not describe all that we are. We are more than Minnesotan, American, or lake-dwellers. While we pick words to describe ourselves, to better ascribe professions, states of being, interests, or identities… We are more than these words, for we are all people. God is more than all the words we use to describe God, because God is God, and cannot be held to any standard of what we envision that word to be.

To break this down a little more, I’m going to share with you some paragraphs from the Athanasian Creed. The whole creed is very long, so I’ll share with you what I share with the confirmation students when explaining the Holy Trinity.

 “And the catholic faith is this: That we worship one God in Trinity, and Trinity in Unity; Neither confounding the Persons; nor dividing the Essence. For there is one Person of the Father; another of the Son; and another of the Holy Ghost. But the Godhead of the Father, of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost, is all one; the Glory equal, the Majesty coeternal. Such as the Father is; such is the Son; and such is the Holy Ghost. The Father uncreated; the Son uncreated; and the Holy Ghost uncreated. The Father unlimited; the Son unlimited; and the Holy Ghost unlimited. The Father eternal; the Son eternal; and the Holy Ghost eternal. And yet they are not three eternals; but one eternal. As also there are not three uncreated; nor three infinites, but one uncreated; and one infinite. So likewise the Father is Almighty; the Son Almighty; and the Holy Ghost Almighty. And yet they are not three Almighties; but one Almighty. So the Father is God; the Son is God; and the Holy Ghost is God. And yet they are not three Gods; but one God....” and so on and so forth...

This explanation is wordy, long, and again, this is only some of the whole creed. But I use this portion to emphasize, that explaining God is hard, even for the early church. So, we try our hardest. We use words that are common to us, that make the most sense. We use Father, because Jesus called God Father, or better translated - daddy. We use Creator because God created the universe and continues to create to this day. We use Son to describe God Incarnate, Jesus Christ. We use Spirit to describe God’s actions in the world.

All I’m trying to get at, is God can be described in an inordinate amount of ways, but what ultimately matters is not how we describe God, but how we live out God’s truth. God’s truth in the Gospel found in God’s son, Jesus the Christ. God’s son, who lived among many people who went by many names, including those whose names were changed. Jesus lived among people of many identities, and taught, healed, helped, loved, and fed the people around him. Jesus, who told parables about loving your neighbor, no matter their identity, no matter how they described themselves; died on a cross with criminals beside him, and rose again three days later to save us all from ourselves. For that is God’s truth that matters, beyond how we refer to God. It is this truth that reminds us that - what is central to our faith as Christians - no matter how we refer to God - is that we believe and profess God’s grace, love, and mercy was poured out through Christ’s death and resurrection. That God’s love - that can never be taken away - is poured out for all through our Christian truth.

How people identify themselves is up to them. How God identifies Godself is up to God. We know God. We see God’s action and work in our lives and in the lives of our neighbors. We see God’s handiwork in the world around us, in God’s creation, in hospital rooms and in the lakes and fields that surround us. God is all around us, and God surrounds us with God’s love, and God’s beauty every day. Even when we’re down and out; even when we’re at our worst… God is there. God is there in the best of times, and the worst of times.

Just like the beginning of A Tale of Two Cities, it was the best of times, it was the worst of times. We’ve had 16 previous interns here at Zion. I’m number 17, and I’m rounding 3rd base on my way home. God has always been present at this church, even in the worst of times. This congregation has been through the ringer at times, and yet, we always seem to come out on top. This absence of an intern is no different. For the last 17 years, Zion has guided seminary students like myself through their education in seminary, and instilled in them the stories and values of this congregation. I have something in common with 16 other great leaders, those that have stood up in this pulpit and learned from you and Pastor Jim. You’ve left quite a legacy, and God has been very gracious to the interns, and to the congregation. God will still be present without an intern, and maybe out of the absence of an intern, a newer presence of you folks, (like Dan) can be up here helping to lead each other.

The story of the rural church is changing. The story of Zion Lutheran Church of Amor is changing. God is ever-present throughout the best and the worst times. The Holy Trinity is alive and well in this congregation, as we press on, facing the adversity head on and adopting this new identity, this new reality. Zion is still Zion with or without an intern. I’m not leaving quite yet, and I’m looking forward to these last few months with you folks. God’s not done here. Remember the truth of the Gospel. Hold on to the truth of God’s saving word. Because God’s never letting go of you.

Amen