Thursday, June 8, 2017

The Good Shepherd; Sermon from May 7, 2017

Acts 2:42-47
Psalm 23  
John 10:1-10

I’m learning a lot about sheep here in Hastings!  At Springfest at Prairie Loft last weekend, I met sheep – not for the first time, I imagine, but perhaps the first time outside of a petting zoo – and saw one get sheared.

I learned that sheep are skittish, and scare easily.  I learned that they are somewhat dumb animals, that – if put on their back – will assume it’s all over and wait to be eaten.  And, apparently, they know your voice.  There was a very tall man working with sheep at Prairie Loft during Springfest a few weekends ago, and they demonstrated shearing.  True to form, once caught and put on it’s back, the sheep laid there docile, without protest while the shearer went up and down it’s belly with a buzzing razor, all the way until it was over.

Shepherd imagery is a common refrain in the bible.  Many in Jesus’ audience would be familiar with shepherding.  And in fact, shepherding in the Middle East, since the time of Nomads, has been done differently there than here.  Here, a flock of sheep might be led from behind, herded by dogs perhaps.  In the Middle East, the shepherd walks in front of the sheep, as Jesus suggests, and shepherds continually call to sheep to keep them returning to the flock.  The role of the shepherd is to lead the sheep, providing protection, freedom from fear, and sustenance.  It is a much more intimate connection than our 21st century ears might hear.  And for good reason - sheep were a valuable commodity in the ancient world; a source of food, milk, and barter.  So protection of the flock was critically important. 

In our gospel reading, Jesus is shifty.  At first, he begins with the traditional shepherding imagery, activating his listeners’ understanding of a shepherd that tenderly and personally cares for each sheep.  But by the end of the speech, he presents himself as the gate.  For me, that’s hard to hear, because when I think of gates, I think of guards, fences, locked entries, gated communities, and ‘no trespassing’ signs.  Gates generally signal a division between the protected privileged, and those we want to keep out.  It’s a strong contrast from the Jesus who, just a few verses ago, lovingly called each sheep by name and whose voice is known. 

It can be tempting to hear this verse as a declaration of who’s in and who’s out.  But we should refrain from focusing too closely on the gate. The gate is not to keep out other sheep - clearly Jesus says, “I have other sheep that do not belong to this fold that I will bring in also, so there will be one flock, and one shepherd.” The purpose of the gate is to keep everyone together in the sheepfold during the night, and to guard against all that threatens their well-being. During the day the gate is opened and the sheep can go out, following their shepherd, to find pasture. The gate and the shepherd work together so that the flock thrives. When we emphasize the interlocking nature of these functions, Jesus is both the gate and the shepherd at the same time; he guards and protects his sheep from danger, and he provides for their nourishment, for their life in abundance.

But rather than focus on the gate, we should focus on the abundant life promised by Christ.

Psalm 23 is probably one of the most well-known and oft-recited verses in the bible.  Many of us can begin to hear the King James Version and recite it from muscle memory, because the first verse says it all;  The lord is my shepherd, and I shall not want. 

But when we go into recital mode, we miss much more of the richness in this text.

The Psalmist who wrote this text is describing a journey.  Because of God’s companionship, the journeyer comes upon pastures of fresh and vibrant natural beauty.  You know, like Nebraska. 

Actually, between stretches of fertile farmland and the twists and turns of the Platte, Psalm 23 may feel too ordinary.  The climate of the Middle East is more arid than here, and the person who wrote this beautiful Psalm most certainly was not so blessed with Nebraska’s fertility.  It would be more accurate to imagine these words as if you were walking through the Badlands in South Dakota, or perhaps near the Rio Grande in Texas.  On that journey, you might walk for several miles in rocky soil under a hot sun before getting a glimpse of green.  Imagine how beautifully inviting a green pasture would be after miles of dirt roads.  Image how refreshing it might be to take few minutes of rest, after quenching your thirst, on spongy grassland, not worrying about what type of predator might come along, because your guardian is with you.  To feel fully restored, in your whole being; rested, strong and at peace to face the next long stretch of walking, a valley filled with foreboding, danger, and dry bones.  And at every step along the way, the knowledge that God is with you gives you undeserved confidence about your fate.  You charge forward, unconcerned about the ‘ifs’ and the ‘ands’ and the ‘what-ifs’ and all the things that can go wrong.  God provides perfect contentment.  I think this Psalm is popular because it describes perfect faith.

And then – there’s a verse that I hardly noticed before. Thou preparest a table for me in the presence of mine enemies. 

It’s important to recognize that this Psalm, and indeed most of the Old Testament, were written and existed before money or monetary exchange.  In their world, the primary demonstration of abundance was to feast. This is the origin of our feasts on holy days, birthdays, graduations – it’s why we feast on days of celebration: because it shows God’s abundance in our lives.  It echoes the slaughtering of the fatted calf in gratitude for the safe return of family from war.  It reminds us to be thankful to God from whom our blessings come.  It is a celebration of all the places where goodness and mercy thrive in our lives.

This feast comes in the presence of enemies.  What kind of enemies?  Are we thinking of bears, wolves, and other metaphorical predators?  A sheep almost always eats in the presence of its enemies but kept safe through the safe space created by the shepherd’s protection.  In the Psalm, this is not a gate keeping the danger out, but feeling content enough to feast in front of your enemies.  This feast shows an act of defiant abundance and trust.

What kind of enemies are in your imagination?  Do your enemies have a human face?  Are you imagining the enemy is the devil, or some cosmic force of evil? Do they look like the all too modern harassment of checkbook registers, cholesterol reports, the fast movement of the calendar or the early call of the alarm clock?  And what kind of bravery does it require to celebrate in spite of them?  How do we reclaim our goodness and mercy in front of them?

What would it mean to make a strong display of celebration right in front of that force, or person, or thing that has the power to hurt you? To refuse to lie down and wait to be taken by your predator?  To take it upon yourself a show of abundant love and joy in the midst of terror?  To refuse to acquiesce to the steady march of your enemy echoing in your ears?  To dance in the face of danger?  To walk into a city where there is a warrant for your arrest and brazenly enjoy a holiday meal, as Jesus did on Passover?

Indeed, this is part of our story.  Did you ever wonder how the cross became the primary symbol for our faith?  Why this representation of an instrument of torture, an instrument of Roman intimidation, became the thing we put on walls and wear around our necks?  I mean, aren’t there better symbols for Jesus and God?  A cornucopia, perhaps?  Bread and Wine.  Sheep and shepherd.  A mustard seed.  We could all walk around wearing a shepherd’s staff around our necks.  And, for certain, these symbols for Jesus exist.  But the cross became prominent as a symbol of resistance.  Where the Roman authority – and others – said, “Obey or face the cross!” the early Christians said, ‘your cross doesn’t scare me.  God is my shepherd.  Jesus is Resurrected. I am protected.’  They embraced the symbol and began wearing it around their necks to demonstrate their faith and lack of fear.  

Every act of joy in face of overwhelming danger is an act of Resurrection, an act of resistance to the power of those enemies.  The act of extravagant contentment is an act of faith in a Shepherd that will be with you in all your days.  It’s knowing that even though the journey may be beset with danger, with predators, with intimidation, with a valley of dry bones, God is setting you a place of honor at the table in the feast of thanksgiving.  It’s a resolve to show our enemies, You do not have the power to take my happiness from me.  Resurrection is not only a hope, it is a resolve.  It is our resolve to embrace each other and our celebrations in spite of what we may fear.  It is resting even though we have too much to do.  It is demonstrating welcome when the world tells us to show caution.  It is giving generously when society tells us to get what’s ours, and keep it locked up.  It is a Resurrection mindset; that God will provide.  It is by living into that mindset that we manifest God’s kingdom in our lives and the lives of others.  It is in those actions that we resurrect Christ everyday.  We resolve to participate in God’s abundant life regardless of what tomorrow brings, or what lurks outside our door.  We know that we spread God’s abundant love through our extravagant contentment.

For surely, God’s goodness and mercy will follow you all of your days.  Follow is the word we all know, but a better translation is pursue – God’s Goodness and mercy will pursue you - will be chasing you down – all of your days, if you let it.  We’d all like to believe we will dwell in with God for the rest of our days, we know realistically our journeys go in and out of God’s presence.  We can’t guarantee that we will always dwell with God.  But the Psalmist wrote that we can dwell and we can return to God’s presence. Return, always returning, to this space of peace, and tranquility, and trust, in the green pasture with God.


For every kid who’s been picked on, for every worker who’s been shamed or escorted to the door, for every person that’s every been abandoned by a spouse or a child or a parent, God is extending an extravagant welcome for your return, preparing you a place of honor at his table that will replenish your soul with trust, and affirmation, and joy.  God’s goodness and mercy are on your scent, even if you can’t feel it.  God’s goodness and mercy are hungry for you to trust that there is abundance in store for you.  You can journey with resolve, knowing that God will follow you the rest of your days, because you are cared for by a Shepherd who knows your name.  Amen.

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Our Journey; Sermon, April 30, 2017

Luke 24:13-35

My youth group at First Congregational Church of Crystal Lake was called PF, which stood for Pilgrim Fellowship.  That wasn’t a very hip name for a youth group.  Or a very descriptive one, really.  There’s little indication from Pilgrim Fellowship that this is a fun group of youth that focus on providing a warm and accepting space for kids to be themselves and learn about God.  But – it did require an explanation, and that explanation has always stuck with me.

In the United Church of Christ, and indeed in Congregational churches whose history stretches all the way back to the Puritans and the Pilgrims who landed on this continent in the mid-1600’s, we call ourselves Pilgrims. Pilgrims are defined as people on a journey to a sacred place for religious reasons, and a pilgrimage is a journey undertaken as a search for holy ground.  People who travel to Israel and Palestine – Jews, Christians and Muslims alike, are making a pilgrimage. 

Sometimes the search for Holy Ground doesn’t work out as expected.   When our class was in Israel, we saw all varieties of pilgrims, especially at the holy sites of Bethlehem and the cave; or the church of the Holy Sepulchre – the location claimed for Golgotha, where Jesus was crucified, and the location of the tomb where he was laid.  People exhibited a wide variety of reverence at these sites.  Some people would touch the stones of the church and weep.  Some would get down on their knees and pray.  One of my classmates made a practice of making herself prostrate, kneeling and touching her forehead to the ground, much like Muslims do in prayer, at each holy site we went to.  Others, often including me, stood around curious, dazed, perhaps a little skeptical. Wishing to feel the power of the place, but also intimidated and distracted by others’ displays of faith.  At big ticket sites like these, I found myself mostly coming up empty, confused and searching. Sometimes you don’t find holiness at famous holy places. Sometimes ordinary places become holy ground only because we meet God there.

In the UCC we consider ourselves people on a journey.  It is a journey of faith, and one in which God is still speaking.  There are some walks that are longer than others -- not because of the miles or even because of the landscape, but because of the burdens. Sometimes the real path we are walking is vastly longer and more difficult than it looks.

What kind of journey are you on?  Where have you been?  Are you getting close to your destination?  What joy, or grief, or hope are you carrying with you?

In our scripture today we encounter two people on a journey. Only one is named, and the other is left unidentified.perhaps so that we could think of ourselves as that unidentified journeyer. 
Do you ever wonder if you lived in Jesus’ time, if you would be part of the 12?  Sometimes I wonder that.  Would I have had the devotion to walk away from my home, my livelihood, my family, and everything I cared about – everything that makes me, me – to dedicate my life to an amazing man? 

If I’m honest, I can’t be certain I would.  But, in this story, in these persons, I can find myself. 

The people we meet today are not part of the 12.  But they are obviously part of the Jesus movement. And we know, from Palm Sunday, that there were crowds who were for Jesus.  And, inside of the faceless crowds, eventually there will be 70 chosen and sent. And within those 70 are the 12.

It may be confusing to hear this morning, because we are 2 weeks past Easter and have been hearing resurrection stories mixed in with Pentecost, the day that the 70 will be sent – but this appearance of the Risen Christ, which begins with, ‘Later on that same day,” occurs on Easter Day.  And so, even though we know Cleopas and his companion are not one of the 12, they are connected enough to the Jesus movement (and an unconnected world without cell phones or text message alerts) to know what the women discovered that very morning – that Jesus was not in the tomb. 

Why were they on this journey?  Perhaps these two were good Jewish pilgrims.  Remember, it was the holiday of Passover, when the city swelled to 6 times it’s size.  Perhaps these people were returning to home after their holiday in the holy city.  Perhaps they were going back to work, back to their responsibilities, back to their routine after what they had hoped would be a transformational moment.

Or perhaps they were fleeing in terror, in full retreat, trying to make sense of defeat, wondering how their hopes had been dashed.  How had the one they thought would redeem Israel been lost to the conspiracy, violence and overwhelming power of the establishment?

I suspect this was one of the more difficult, long journeys. It was a seven-mile walk, a walk up and down the rocky landscape of the holy land, a walk you would notice in your ankles and calves. But it was also the walk of hopes in shambles. It was the walk taken through the valley of disillusionment. It was a walk burdened with despair, disappointment and shame.

“We had hoped” they said. That’s a deeply sad statement.  
We had hoped that mom would get better
I had hoped for that job opportunity
You had hoped that a person wouldn’t disappoint you

What kind of old hopes do you carry with you on your journey?  And what kind of betrayal?  For the pilgrims acknowledge, ‘our leaders did this.  “Our chief priests and leaders handed him over to be crucified”  Disappointment with a dash of betrayal is often the most bitter pill to swallow.  What do we do in our disappointment and despair on our journeys?   Sometimes, we find God.

These two pilgrims find themselves at a crossroads on the journey, when it’s hard to hope.  They are bewildered.  Despondent.  Processing the turn of events, when they meet a stranger with a strange energy. They could have ignored his question and kept to themselves because it was the safer thing to do.  But instead, they listen to the stranger Jesus with his unpacking of scripture and prophesy.  

At the second crossroads, they could have gone their separate ways.  Gave a cordial goodbye and dismissed the conversation out of hand; but at the second crossroad in their journey, they asked him to stay.  Hospitality is the foundation and the building block of the Christian faith.  Hospitality and openness make transformation possible, especially when brought to us from the most unexpected places by the most unlikely people. But it wasn’t just hospitality shown, it was the request for company, for more time with the stranger Jesus.  They were hungry for his peaceful company, his strange energy, his prophetic insight. Even in our darkest moments, we often still reach out and invite people to stay. Share their lives with us.  Share their meal with us.

Holy ground, or a holy interaction with God, is often found in a crisis.  It is often when we feel most defeated that we become most vulnerable to the in-breaking of God.  It is in our brokenness that God can find a way to break into our journeys, into our lives with the Holy Spirit. The road to Emmaus shows us that anywhere can be holy ground if we meet God there.

We are looking for that revelatory moment – that epiphany of experience.  But that is not when the two disciples recognized God.  It wasn’t in the approaching, or the teaching, or the prophesying when they recognized him. It was only in the things that he had done with them every day - our every day activity – that they realized he is with them. 

Sometimes we return to the mundane to make sense of our lives.  Sometimes we have to return to our routine, to our home, to our Emmaus, to help us process.  But God still shows up in the mundane.  In the blessing and breaking of the bread - the act of service, hospitality, friendship, and relationship, their eyes are opened.   Their despair was getting in the way.  They thought the relationship was over, but now they can see that it’s not.

It was in the mundane, not the sacred, where they recognized God.  It is in our every day activities on the journey that may be our closest journey with God; in our visits with people in the hospital, in the ride we provide to a friend, in making coffee or in the caring and nurturing of our children, or in the tilling and seeding and watering and weeding that God appears.  It is in our sharing of food, or sharing of meals with each other that we offer the blessings of God.  

You can watch and wait for an epiphany, a revelation, but sometimes God’s in the action rather than the revelation.  At the crossroads in our journeys, sometimes revelation comes to us based on small decisions that seem non-descript. Small decisions, like entering into conversation or inviting someone to dinner, that changes our lives.

One of the things I get to learn from you all when I sit down and listen to your stories is about your pivot points in life, your crossroads.  About the small decisions that turned into life decisions. About the times when you were processing your grief and discovered wisdom, discovered love, or discovered God.  About the times you invited someone to share a meal with you, and it turned into sharing your lives with each other.  Our crossroads in our journeys tend to define our journeys.

At the end of this revelation, when the disciples recognize themselves in the company of the Risen Christ, they run.  Once their eyes were open, they ran back to the disciples “right then”.  Even though the day was almost over. Even though they had taken care to have stranger Jesus stay with them because it was getting late.  Even though it was the middle of the night.  Even though it was dangerous.  They ran, because they had to tell about their experience.  They had to tell about what happened to them on the road.  They had to tell the full story of what happened, not just that the Risen Christ appeared to them. but about how it affected them.  They told how they had been walking on Holy Ground without knowing it.

Sometimes your crossroads are complete 180-degree pivots, sometimes they are small decisions.  But our pivots define our lives.  And when we do recognize holy ground, we often want to camp out there, like Peter after the Transfiguration. But God doesn't meet us just so we can have an experience; there is always a call and a job to do.

The UCC is the church where God is still speaking; meeting us on our journeys with a few words and a blessing that helps open our eyes.  We are with each other on the journey.  God continues to abide with us in our routine responsibilities.  It is in our actions that we realize Jesus stays with us, that God’s spirit abides with us throughout our journey, because we are pilgrims in fellowship with each other and with God’s love. 

Amen.