In Brightest Day

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As a youth minister I despised the annual Lock-In. Every year it was the same: everything is fine; kids are enjoying themselves until the clock strikes 3 am. At the 3 am, all the Red Bull and energy drinks have worn off, the novelty of the games have worn off, and the kids are in danger mode. They’re looking for something to break, something to get into, and someone to sneak off with, all because they do not want to fall asleep. At 3 am I am fighting the devil, which is sleep, saying to myself, “I just have to hold on for 4 more hours.” At 3 am the darkness of the Lock-In sets in and I am desperately clinging to the hope of daylight and getting some sleep.

Genesis 1 asserts that the world is ordered, good, belongs to God, and is therefore reliable. No matter if the earth was void and darkness covered the face of the deep, the wind from God swept over the face of the waters. The darkness is given away to light and God separates the light from the darkness. God does not remove the darkness. The darkness stays. While the light becomes Day, the darkness becomes Night. The text asserts that God is both in light and in darkness.

According to critical study, these first few verses were written in Babylon during the exile. During a people’s darkest hour, the text asserts that the world belongs to God not Babylon. Against this setting, we see creation as a reminder of God’s presence in both the light of day and the dark of night¹. They are reminded that chaos and darkness do not go away. Light is formed within darkness. God tell us that light is good but God does not remove darkness. Instead God names the darkness. God gives the darkness a place in the world but God gives the people hope in the light. As Harvey Dent told the people of Gotham, “The night is darkest before the dawn. And I promise the dawn is coming.”

In the setting of a people in exile, the creation narrative takes on a greater meaning. To speak of creation, then, is to state that the cosmos do not simply exist; it was created by God. More so it outlines the creative activity of God, including the work originating, continuing, and completing creation. Creation then becomes a statement that this world is not our world and all that is in it do belong to us. No matter how silly it sounds, this exilic setting reminds us that God has the whole world in his hands.

Creation does not end in the darkness; it begins. The light is a part of the darkness. God is in the midst of both Israel’s golden eras and her darkest nights. God is in the positive and in the negative. All belongs to God and all comes from God. In calling the light good, the people are given a great sense of hope. With each new day brings with it a new hope. There is no evaluation of the darkness. It is not called good or bad. It is what it is. The separation of the light and dark into day and night remind us in creation is difference, separation, and distinction, but always in relationship. Difference, separation, and distinction do not deny, negate, or compromise relationships. There is night (darkness) and there is morning (light).

Unlike the other days of creation, which are summed up by reference to their place in sequence, the first day has no meaning until there are more days. Before there is a second day, in other words, this day is not the first day, but simply day—evening and morning, a day; that day; this day; any day².

Under the setting of exile the creation story becomes a gift of freedom to the nation of Israel. They do not need to be anxious or frantic to become secure or please the Babylonians, but rest assure of God’s sure rule. Thus, the text offers a world of well-ordered stability in which Israel is invited to live in. That well-ordered stability is not neutral but is a countercultural invitation that invites Israel to break with seductive Babylonian offers of stability that cannot be true because the world does not belong to them³. The world belongs to God and Israel is given the freedom to live outside the Babylonian definitions of reality. By act of imagination, the text then gives them the creative freedom of civil disobedience.

But what does this part of the creation story mean for us in our setting?

“Why does evil exist” is a question that both Christians and non-Christians like to ask. For the Christian, the question is usually posed when tragedy strikes or when they are wrestling with their faith or they generally want to know why evil is in the world. For the non-Christian the question is posed when, like the Christian, tragedy strikes or when they want to disprove God’s existence^* or they too, like the Christian, genuinely want to know why evil is in the world.

As a minister and youth minister, I have been asked the question by teenagers and adults alike. During my third semester in seminary I discussed St. Augustine’s the Problem of Evil in the five classes I took. By the time final papers came due I had written on the same subject 8 or 9 different times in 5 different classes. My response on the subject is this: I do not know.

The scriptures do not give us a clear picture of why evil exists in our world. Over time we have developed theological reasons for evil’s existent, ranging from the fall of man to the devil to there being a rock so heavy that God couldn’t lift it. For me, there is not a theological reason that satisfies me, at least in the defined realities of the ones I’ve mentioned.

While the creation narrative does not give us reasons, the relationship between light and dark remind us that our brightest days are followed by our blackest nights. The light comes out of the darkness. Without the darkness God is unable to speak light into the world. God is not absent in humanity’s struggles. God is fully present in the void of life and in the deepest despairs of our world. What matters is what the scriptures teach us, this earth and all that is in it belongs to God. In other words, our blackest night will give way to our brightest day.

This leads me into the other meaning for us in our setting: We are not bound to the realities of our world.

The freedom that is given to the Israelites is the same freedom that is given to us. We can choose to define our lives by a different reality. We have the freedom to choose to live in reality that is defined by the character and nature of God. We have the freedom to break from the definition of reality that America offers. By act of imagination we have the freedom to live outside the realities defined by America and her government. We have the same invitation of the Israelites, the invitation to break free from the seductive American offers of stability that are not true because the world does not belong to America; the world belongs to God.

The scriptures tell us that we are to be a part of this world but we are not of this world. The Christian reality is not defined by governments but instead by the commandments of our God through Christ Jesus. We have the power to change the lives of our neighbors, not because of who we elect, but because of who we are. We do not have to wait on the government to feed the hungry, cloth the naked, care for the sick, or give to the poor. We have the freedom to do so ourselves. We have been given the freedom to live a sacrificial life because this world belongs to God. This freedom allows for civil disobedience. So I say, freely pray where you wish to pray. Freely give to those who are without. Freely feed those who are hungry. You have the freedom to do this without legislation and without the permission of authorities.

The creation narrative reminds us, all that is on earth and in heaven belong to God. Because of such a reminder, we no longer have to live in fear. Our lives are invited to be lived with a sense of great peace and great hope because our blackest night will be followed by our brightest day. Because of such, from life to death our lives have the ability to be a beacon of great light to the hurting, the lost, the forsaken, the abused, and the lonely, that will lead them all to the light which the darkness could not overcome, Christ Jesus. Amen.

1 Walter Brueggemann (pg. 101)

2 John Ballenger (p12)

3 Brueggemann (p101)

*Note: Non-Christian in this context refers to those who lean towards a more atheistic view of God.

Patiently Waiting Ep.VI: Memories of Joy

Memories are a big part of Christmas for me. I have been fortunate enough to have wonderful memories of Christmas and one of my dearest memories takes places in 1988 and in 1990.

1988, my family had moved from Waco, TX to Lowell, AR in order for my dad to help take care of his ailing mom. My Nana was suffering from cancer, the specific type of cancer I cannot remember, and my dad took funds out of his retirement to move us to Lowell, took a crappy job as a salesman for Macintech and then eventually worked at Moore's Tires in Lowell, built an addition onto my Nana and Papaw's house, and we lived there for almost a year. When we first moved there, we spent the fall in Springdale, which is two miles from Lowell, and then we moved into the new addition of my grandparents' house.

Hmm...I forgot about that.

The Christmas of '88 is special to me because it was my last Christmas with my Nana and the last Christmas ever in their house. Cancer would take her life in the early part of '89. My dad and his siblings would move my Papaw into a retirement home, sell their house, and my family would make the move to Longview, TX. The following Christmas in 1990, my Papaw came down to visit us in what would turn out to be our last Christmas together. He too would pass away due to a blood clot in the summer of '91.

Christmas memories often bring joy and sorrow. As I think about those two Christmases, I am englufed with both joy and sorrow. I still have the last gift my Nana gave me, a G.I. Joe Phantom X-19. I still have those fresh memories of her sitting in her rocking chair as my brother and I unwrapped our presents. I still those fresh memories of sitting in my Papaw's lap as we watched Christmas shows. I still have those fresh memories, even though they are more than 20 years old. The memories bring with them both joy and sorrow. The joy of spending time with my grandparents and the sorrow that I did not spend enough time with them.

I do not know my grandparents (both living and deceased) very well. I do not know their favorite colors nor do I know who they were as people. I just know that they love me deeply. Perhaps that is the feeling this season brings. In the midst of Advent there is this desire to know God in more intimate way; to the deeper nature of God.

As Israel wandered in exile, perhaps it is the longing for God's rescue that brings them joy. Perhaps it is in their longing they find the sorrow of joy. The joy that fills one's soul with an immense pain of both happiness and sorrow. One hand you are happy to see the rescue but the pain of what you went through, of the trials you endured remains as a scar. The sorrow of joy is not a mournful or depressing joy; but it is a gentle reminder that joy comes with sorrow.

My memories remind me of this. My memories give me hope. My memories give me faith. My Memories show me I am loved. During this season, my memories are memories of joy.

Waiting Patiently Ep.V: How Do We Wait

"The rulers of this age keep a close eye on any proclamation that may disturb present arrangements" Walter Brueggemann

Comfort, O comfort my people, says your God. Speak tenderly to Jerusalem, and cry to her that she has served her term, that her penalty is paid, that she has received from the Lord's hand double for all her sins.

A voice cries out: “In the wilderness prepare the way of the Lord, make straight in the desert a highway for our God. Every valley shall be lifted up, and every mountain and hill be made low; the uneven ground shall become level, and the rough places a plain. The the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all people shall see it together, for the mouth of the Lord has spoken.” A voice says, “Cry out!” And I said, “What shall I cry?” All people are grass, their constancy is like the flower of the field. The withers, the flower fades, when the breath of the Lord blows upon it; surely the people are grass. The grass withers, the flower fades; but the word of the our God will stand forever.

Get you up to a high mountain, O Zion, herald of good tidings; lift up your voice with strength, O Jerusalem, herald of good tidings, lift it up, do not fear; say to the cities of Judah, “Here is your God!” See, the Lord God comes with might and his arm rules for him; his reward is with him, and his recompense before him. He will feed his flock like a shepherd; he will gather the lambs in his arms, and carry them in his bosom, and gently lead the mother sheep.

Who has measured the waters in the hollow of his hand and marked off the heavens with a span, enclosed the dust of the earth in a measure, and weighed the mountains in scales and the hills in a balance? Who has directed the spirit of the Lord, or as his counselor has instructed him? Who did he consult for his enlightenment, who taught him the path of justice? Who taught him knowledge, and showed him the way of understanding? Even the nations are like a drop from a bucket, and are accounted as dust on the scales; see, he takes up the isles like fine dust. Lebanon would not provide enough fuel, nor are its animals enough for a burnt offering. All the nations are as nothing before him; they are accounted by him as less than nothing and emptiness.

To whom then will you liken God, or what likeness compare with him? And idol? A workman casts it, and a goldsmith overlays it with gold, and casts for it silver chains. As a gift one chooses mulberry wood—wood that will not rot—then seeks out a skilled artisan to set up an image that will not topple. Have you not known? Have you not heard? Has it not been told to you from the beginning? Have you not understood from the foundations of the earth? It is he who sits above the circle of the earth, and its inhabitants are like grasshoppers; who stretches out the heavens like a curtain, and spreads them like a tent to live in; who brings princes to naught, and makes rulers of the earth as nothing. Scarcely are they planted, scarcely sown, scarcely has their stem taken root in the earth, when he blows upon the them, and they wither, and the tempest carries them off like stubble. To whom then will you compare me, or who is my equal? says the Holy One. Lift up your eyes on high and see: Who created these? He brings out their host and numbers them, calling them all by name; because he is great in strength, mighty in power, not one is missing.

Why do you say, O Jacob, and speak, O Israel, “My way is hidden from the Lord, and my right is disregarded by my God?” Have you not know? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He does not faint or grow weary; his understanding is unsearchable. He gives power to the faint, and strengthens the powerless. Even youths will faint and be weary, and the young will fall exhausted; but those who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength, they shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint. Isaiah 40

How long until we have peace on earth? How long will countries rage wars against others? How long will terrorism reign in the hearts of the just and unjust? How long must we wait? How long until you come, long-expected Jesus? How long must we wait?

You are not in a hurry, are you? You will take your time. You've always taken your time. Your people have been waiting for generations. You were here for a little while but then you left. You have said that you will return. Those before us thought you would return sooner than later. They waited patiently even to the point of death. They waited with great concern, afraid that they've missed it. You gave them comfort. You gave them peace. You are the peace that passes all understanding.

But we do not fully understand your peace. We do not understand why you are taking so long. We do not understand and our hearts are troubled. Our world is in chaos; yet, it has been said that you will give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace. Are you guiding us now? In the midst of our chaos, in our hurriedness, we need your peace. We need your light. We need your comfort.

The longer we wait, the longer we are here we are bound to make a mistake. We will take it upon ourselves to find ways to bring about peace. We will think that peace is a warm blanket or a cup of tea with an enemy. Our countries will think of peace as something that can be achieved through atomic weapons, giant walls to separate those like us from those not like us. Our churches will think of peace as something that can be accomplished through budgets and church attendance. Families will think of peace as something that keeps the problems under the rugs. Our understanding of peace is not your understanding of peace. Our definition is not your definition, so we wait and we wait.

As we wait, give us the peace that calms the storms in our lives. As we wait, give us the peace that will pass all understanding. Give us peace with one another. Give us patience to wait on you. Renew our strength.

As we wait, give us the peace to rest on your word, on your promise. Give us the peace to know that the grass withers, and the flowers fade but your faithfulness is everlasting. Give us the peace to trust that you are making all things new. Give us the peace to wait patiently.

How then do you wait with patient peace? How then do you keep your faith in a non-peaceful world? How do you find peace in the midst of the chaos and storms of life?

By waiting on the Lord.

Have you not heard? Have you not been told? Has it not been told to you from the beginning? Have you not understood? It is God who sits above the circle of the earth, and its inhabitants are like grasshoppers; who stretches out the heavens like a curtain, and spreads them like a tent to live in; who brings princes to nothing, and makes rulers of the earth as nothing. To whom then will you compare God, or who is his equal? Lift up your eyes high and see the stars, he brings them out and numbers them, calling them all by name; because he is great in strength, mighty in power, not one is missing.

Have you not heard? Have you not been told? Even the young grow weary and tired. But those who wait upon the Lord, will renew their strength. They will run and not tire. They will walk and not faint.

How then do you wait?

Have you not heard? Have you not been told? Get you up on your roof, lift up your voice with strength, lift it up, do not fear; say to the cities of Virginia, “Here is your God!” See, the Lord God comes with might and peace comes with him. He will feed his flock like a shepherd; he will gather the us in his arms, and carry them in his embrace, and gently lead.

The day of peace is coming; the peace that passes all understanding; the peace that calms the stormy waters; the peace that resides from within. How then do you wait? Everyone waits in her own way, or his own way. And where does the power come from, to see the waiting to its end? From within. Jesus said, "Behold, the Kingdom of God is within you. If with all your hearts, you truly seek me, you shall ever surely find me." If you commit yourself to the love of Christ, then that is how you patiently wait for peace.

Have you not heard? Have you not been told? A day is coming. How then do you wait?

Waiting Patiently Ep.IV: Renewed Hope

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We didn't celebrate advent growing up. My church did not have an advent wreath or light candles. We didn't talk about preparing ourselves for Christmas day and the birth of Christ. We didn't focus on what it meant to prepare and to wait patiently. It wasn't until my senior year in college that I learned about advent. I learned about the four Sundays (hope, peace, joy, and love), each one having a specific meaning and a candle lit for each. I learned what it meant but it wasn't until Lacy was pregnant that I fully connected with advent. Since then, this time of year has become one of my favorites.

Advent is about patiently waiting for the birth of Christ. One would think that we are used to waiting; we've been waiting for a very long time. But we're not waiting in the same way or in the same hope that Israel was waiting. We've turn our waiting to be about a return and a reward. Their waiting, more pure in my opinion, was about a rescue. Israel was waiting, wishing and a hoping that a savior would rise from their streets and rescue them for exile. They hoped for a messiah to take them back to the promise land. They hoped to return home.

Isaiah 64 is a beautiful prayer before God. In it, Israel admits turning away from God because God hid. They admit there is no one who calls God's name or attempts to take hold of him. Isaiah remembers that there was once a time when God would do awesome deeds that they did not expect. God would come down and the mountains would quake at his presence. He knows from ages past that no one has heard or perceived. He asks for God to tear open the heavens and come down, so that the mountains would once again quake in God's presence. He wishes for God to make his name known to the people.

Isaiah wonders how long until God will come to them. He wonders if and when God will rescue Israel from exile. He wonders; yet he pronounces a new hope for Israel. He knows that God is their Father; they are the clay and God is the potter. He knows they are the work of God's own hand. Isaiah has hope, but he will need patience. God is going to rescue them. God is sending the Messiah. God is taking his time.

God does not hurry. God doesn't have a delivery time of 30 minutes or less. God doesn't rush things. God takes his sweet time. We are stuck in the waiting place for people just waiting. “Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go, or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting for a Yes or No or their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting.” The waiting place. The place we, you know, wait and wait and wait. The place Dr. Seuss says is the most useless place. The waiting place.

But those waiting in the waiting place are waiting “for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a better break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.” We are not. We are not in a useless place. We are sitting and waiting for better breaks, another chance, or a pot to boil. There is no hope in Dr. Seuss' waiting place. There is hope in ours. Our waiting place is the hope of Advent.

And yet, the waiting place can feel dark and lonely and absent of hope. It can feel like you are trapped in a mine shaft two miles beneath the earth's surface, waiting for the rescue team to find you. But it is not useless. This time, this season is a season to wait and prepare. A time to have our hearts and minds renewed in the hope of Christ. We are being asked to wait patiently.

We are a culture of hurry. The proof's in the pudding as they would say. Whatever that means and whoever “they” are. We have everything we could want provided to us within a second. In a hurry to eat? Stop at McDonald's and get your meal in 30 seconds! Need to get a message to someone who talks a lot but you don't have time to talk or just don't want to? Text them. Carpet dirty and you want to vacuum but don't have the time? Get a Roomba, robotic vacuum cleaner. I think you get my point.

It's counter-culture to ask you to wait patiently. We are not a patient people in a America. We do not wait well. A sign at one of my favorite BBQ joints in Richmond reads, “This is BBQ. It is slow cooked and it is a slow process. It's not fast food. It's not McDonald's. Have a sit on the bench and relax. It's worth the wait.”

We're just beginning our time of waiting. The season will fly by and soon we will gather on Christmas Eve and sing “Silent Night” while lighting candles. Soon, children will rush down the stairs and rapidly tear through their presents, passing out like Randy in A Christmas Story afterward. Soon, Christmas will be over and we will ask ourselves, “Where did it go?” With a blink of an eye it will be over.

The Son of God did not come to us in a hurry. God did not rush to save Israel. Generations after being promised, he arrived and spent nine months gestating in Mary's womb. Then he spent 30 years growing up, learning to possess a strange patience that will cause him to stop and talk to a woman who touched him on his way to heal Jairus' daughter. Even when he was here, Jesus did not hurry. It's amazing how fast we have to move. It's amazing that we know how much stress is caused because we feel rushed; yet we do nothing to alternate that lifestyle. Perhaps this season of Advent and the winter time is God's way of saying, “Slow down because you're about to miss it.

The scriptures teach us that those who wait on the Lord will have their strength renewed. Despite what we think, God doesn't help those who help themselves. When we rush, when we do not wait patiently, our hope begins to drain. We become cynical while standing in the long lines at the store. We become cynical when we see the Salvation Army ringing their bells. When we rush, when we do not slow done, we miss all that God is doing. It would seem to me to then, if God tells us to wait patiently, that if wait with patient waiting in the waiting place, our hope will be renewed, our strength renewed, our minds renewed. Our eyes given better sight, our ears better hearing, our hearts are changed in the waiting place. Knowing the initiative is in God's hands. The waiting place confirms that someone somewhere loves us enough to make all things new. Perhaps then we will finally see how God is making all things new and hear the boom-boom bands with better ears.

It is the beginning of Advent and God is saying, “Slow down. Something amazing is happening. Whether today or tomorrow, something amazing is happening. Slow down, you will not want to miss it.” In the words of Barney Stinson, “Wait for it...”

Holy Listening

130 million dollars planned
60 million dollars already raised
For a tribute to the god of themselves
3.1 million homeless; 16000 children go without food.
Shouts of get a job are heard.
As if it were so easy

Screams of anger and fear fear fill the airwaves
Racism, fascism, corruption of the faith
Sermons, articles, statuses condone the ignorance
While the cries of the hurting and the oppressed go unheard
Build it and it is bastardized

Teenager fears he caused his grandfather's illness
Somone told him it's because he sinned
Create a Hell House to intimidate
Lies debase the Gospel message
The ego delights

It is lost. It is all lost.
Tired. Tired of it all.
You tell us to listen
They cannot be ignored,
But they are far from being heard

This is Christianity in America
This wrong, this is polluted
Diluted by greed and fame coveted
All in the name of their god
This is our society

This is what society whimpers
As I attend to holy listening

Aspiring Knights

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St. Francis of Assisi once said, “Preach the gospel at all times; use words when necessary.” For those not familiar with Francis, he was an Italian Catholic friar and preacher. Francis was the son of a wealthy cloth merchant in Assisi, and he lived the high-spirited life typical of a wealthy young man. While going off to war in 1204, he had a vision that directed him back to Assisi where he began to lose his taste for his worldly life. On a pilgrimage to Rome, Francis begged with the beggars at St. Peter's. The experience moved him to live in poverty. Francis returned home and began preaching on the streets.

Francis has served as an inspiration for all who serve in ministry and has been a faithful example of what carrying the work of Christ in Christ's own way means. Every minister/missionary who works with the poor has had some influence by St. Francis of Assisi. Francis called all creatures his brothers and sisters, and even preached to the birds and supposedly persuaded a wolf to stop attacking some locals if they agreed to feed the wolf. Everything and everyone was his brother, his sister. He truly believed that this life and all in it were the mirror of God. He once said, “I have done terrible things. If God can use me, God can use anyone.”

Today's scripture is about what St. Francis was about: caring for God's children. Jesus parable of the sheep and goats is probably one of his best parables. Like the Ten Bridesmaids, Jesus is able to put in a story what the kingdom of heaven truly looks like. He tells us that when the Son of Man comes, he will gather all the nations and divide the people from one another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. He will put the the sheep on his right and the goats to his left. He will say to those on his right, “Come, you that are blessed by my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world; for I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, I was naked and you gave me clothing, I was sick and you took care of me, I was in prison, and you visited me.” Those on his right will ask, “When did we ever do this for you?” and he will say, “Just as you did for one of the least of these who are members of my family, you did it to me.”

In the world I live in, there are people who exemplify this way of life. Both in the real world and the fictional world, I sometimes visit. We call them knights of faith. A knight of faith is someone who lives faithfully in community with those around them. A knight of faith, like the knights of our history and our stories, are people who duty-bound to those around them. They care for all in their midst and in their rule. But it is hard to see a knight of faith. They do not stand out like the heroes of my fictional world. Those heroes wear capes and masks, and use all sorts of wonderful gadgets and power rings. They do not wear suits of armor, in fact, some hardly wear suits of any kind. They abide in the love of Christ through their service to others.

These knights of faith are ordinary people with ordinary jobs who live ordinary lives. You may run into one, clasp your hands and say half aloud, “Good lord, is this the knight? Is it really he? Why he looks like a farmer!” You will examine his figure from head to toe to see if there might be some cape or costume or armor exposed through his overalls. No! He is solid through and through. His stride? It is vigorous, belonging entirely to the land; no smartly dressed country-girl who walks but to Walkerton on a Sunday afternoon treads the ground more firmly, she belongs entirely to the world, no Richmonder more so. She takes delight in everything, and whenever ones sees her taking part in a particular pleasure, she does it with the persistence which is the mark of the earthly human whose soul is adsorbed in such things. She tends to her work. So when one looks at her one might suppose that she was a county clerk who lost her soul in an intricate system of book-keeping, precise is she. She takes a holiday on Sunday. She goes to church.

The Reverend Paul Tillich tells a story about woman who died a few years ago and whose life was spent abiding in love, although she rarely, if ever, used the name of God, and though she would have been surprised had someone told her that she belonged to the One who judges all humankind.

Her name was Elsa Brandström, the daughter of a former Swedish ambassador to Russia. But her name in the mouths and hearts of hundreds of thousands of prisoners of war during the First World War was the Angel of Siberia. She was an irrefutable living witness to the truth that love is the ultimate power of Being, even in a century which belongs to the darkest, most destructive and cruel of all centuries since the dawn of mankind.

At the beginning of the First World War, when Elsa was twenty-four years old, she looked out of the window of the Swedish Embassy in what was then St. Petersburg and saw the German prisoners of war being driven through the streets on their way to Siberia. From that moment on she could no longer endure the splendor of the diplomatic life of which, up to then, she had been a beautiful and vigorous center. She became a nurse and began visiting the prison camps. There she saw unspeakable horrors and she, a girl of twenty-four, began, almost alone, the fight of love against cruelty, and she prevailed. She had to fight against the resistance and suspicion of the authorities and she prevailed. She had to fight against the brutality and lawlessness of the prison guards and she prevailed. She had to fight against cold, hunger, dirt and illness, against the conditions of an undeveloped country and a destructive war, and she prevailed. Love gave her wisdom with innocence, and daring with foresight. And whenever she appeared despair was conquered and sorrow healed. She visited the hungry and gave them food. She saw the thirsty and gave them to drink. She welcomed the strangers, clothed the naked and strengthened the sick. She, herself, fell ill and was imprisoned, but God was abiding in her. The irresistible power of love was with her.

And she never ceased to be driven by this power. After the war she initiated a great work for the orphans of German and Russian prisoners of war. The sight of her among these children whose sole ever-shining sun she was, must have been a decisive religious impression for many people. With the coming of the Nazis, she and her husband were forced to leave Germany and come to this country. Here she became the helper of innumerable European refugees, and for ten years, Tillich writes, I was able personally to observe the creative genius of her love. We never had a theological conversation. It was unnecessary. She made God transparent in every moment. For God, who is love, was abiding in her and she in Him. She aroused the love of millions towards her self and towards that for which she was transparent— the God who is love. On her deathbed she received a delegate from the king and people of Sweden, representing innumerable people all over Europe, assuring her that she would never be forgotten by those to whom she had given back the meaning of their lives.

The knights of faith look like a farmer, a county clerk, or in this case, a young nurse, dressing as plain as any, and carrying on with the daily grind. In my life, I have been influenced by costumed heroes. Heroes whose powers come from either a mutant gene or from the yellow sun of Earth. These heroes are heroes because they serve humanity for the greater good. Elsa Brandström was no superhero. She didn't inherit a billion dollar fortune, build a base in a cave, or have a really cool car. She wasn't sent to earth as her home planet was being destroyed. She isn't a Viking god sent to earth to learn humility. Elsa Brandström is a knight of faith because what she did, what she is remembered for, her actions that affected the here and now. Her life was about loving those in her midst and loving them completely and faithfully. A knight of faith doesn't wear a cape or a cowl. Their dress is nothing special; their deeds are routine. A knight of faith is someone who lives in the here and now, and what they do affect the here and now.

You see, superheroes are regulated to the fact that they will never ability to solve the world's problems and bring about world peace. Sure, there might be peace on earth for awhile but you can always guarantee that peace will not last long, after all, there's sequels to make and comics to sell. The justice they seek, the world they seek will never come to fruition. For the knight of faith, their peace is a present thing. Their ideal state is found in the moment because they realize that in loving and serving others they exercise the kind of fellowship that infinitely sustain humanity. For a knight of faith, peace on earth must be made with every gesture and every action. And it starts by committing ourselves to another person and by helping that person in every way that we can.

Our gospel story this morning frustrates a lot of my friends. They think it's impossible to care for everyone, to clothe everyone, to feed everyone, to visit everyone, to give everyone a drink, or welcome everyone. They're right. It is impossible. A knight of faith knows that spiritually everything is possible but in this world of ours there is much that is not possible. This impossible, however, the knight makes possible by expressing it spiritually, but he expresses it spiritually by forfeiting his claim to it. In other words, the knight of faith gives up the belief that he can be everything to everyone. I believe our passage this morning invites us to give up that belief.

I believe the parable of the sheep and goats is an impossible parable to comprehend if we continue to read it on a global scale. When we look at the passage, when we read the passage, when we hear the passage, we are not being asked to hear on a world wide scale. The task to go all over the world and feed every single soul is impossible. There are those who try, we call them missionaries. But for those of us who are not missionaries, we have the opportunity to take the impossible and make it possible by loving one another as we love ourselves. I stated last week that I believed the gospel could be summed up in three commandments: 1) Love the Lord your God with all your heart, mind, soul, and strength. 2)Love your neighbor as yourself. 3) Go and make disciples of every nation. I believe those three commandments make it possible for us to be sheep instead of goats.

It is because of our love for Christ, for God, with every once of our being that we love one another as we love ourselves. Grounded in that love, we begin to reach out and care for those right next to us, those in our immediate presence. If loved one another, if we cared for another, it begins to show in the way we treat one another. It is in the treating of one another, the caring of one another, that others begin to join. It is out the love of Christ abiding in us that we begin to make disciples of every nation. It is possible for us to change this world for the better, here and now, if become like knights of faith and care for one another in ways that become routine.

Our passage this morning calls for us to be knights of faith. We should aspire to become knights of faith. For it is in that aspiration, we begin to live our lives in the abiding power of love of Christ.

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.

Where there is hatred, let me sow love.

Where there is injury, pardon.

Where there is doubt, faith.

Where there is despair, hope.

Where there is darkness, light.

Where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master,

grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console;

to be understood, as to understand;

to be loved, as to love.

For it is in giving that we receive.

It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,

and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.

Amen.

The Trouble With Talents

Monday night I attended a pastor's conference called Fresh Expressions. The idea was a missional focus on doing church in a new way. Missional is a focus in which the church moves from it's setting, out into a new and different setting. In short, missional is church on mission for the kingdom. The issue with missional is that it comes in different shapes, sizes, and denominations. It manifests itself in both conservative, moderate, and progressive churches alike. (And yes, that book you're reading that tells you how to do church says the same thing that the book you dislike says. It just says it differently and in your polity).

The concept of missional church is not a new concept. Churches have been missional since their beginnings. Every generation has their version, their understanding of what missional means. If a church is doing a creative ministry that is reaching out or going into places they would not normally go and ministering, then they are, by definition, a missional church.

The issue I struggled with Monday night was not the issue of a missional church but was with the concept of fresh expressions of the church. These fresh expressions were not anything new: creating alternative worship services, house churches, cafe churches, ministerial expressions of church in a creative way. At one time something like Backyard Bible Clubs and Vacation Bible Schools were considered a fresh expression of church. Motorcycle ministries are a fresh expression of church. I think you understand the concept.

2 years ago this March, I participated in something called Pursuing Missional Faithfulness. It was born out of a “program” called Pursuing Ministerial Vitalness. The idea behind the concept is that a church begins a journey with God into discovering their story and their mission in their context for their church. Every church involved in the process spends 18 months meeting in prayer triplets, cottage clusters, and participating in cluster retreats with 3-4 other churches experiencing the same thing. During these 18 months, we were to spend time praying and listening to what was God was saying and showing to them. The idea being, that at the end of the 18 months, the church would have a clearer picture of their 10 year story, their 10 year vision of what God was asking them to do.

As I sat in the sanctuary with other pastors and ministers, listening to this presentation on how the church can reach others. I began to think about the parable of the talents. I'm sure you are familiar with the parable, but if not let me tell you a story:

A man, going on a journey, summoned his slaves and entrusted his property to them; to one he gave five talents, to another two, to another one, to each according to his ability. Then he went away. The one who had received the five talents went off at once and traded with them, and made five more talents. In the same way, the one who had the two talents made two more talents. But the one who had received the one talent went off and dug a hole in the ground and hid his master’s money. After a long time the master of those slaves came and settled accounts with them. Then the one who had received the five talents came forward, bringing five more talents, saying, ‘Master, you handed over to me five talents; see, I have made five more talents.' His master said to him, ‘Well done, good and trustworthy slave; you have been trustworthy in a few things, I will put you in charge of many things; enter into the joy of your master.’ And the one with the two talents also came forward, saying, ‘Master, you handed over to me two talents; see, I have made two more talents.’ His master said to him, 'Well done, good and trustworthy slave; you have been trustworthy in a few things, I will put you in charge of many things; enter into the joy of your master.' Then the one who had received the one talent also came forward, saying, ‘Master, I knew that you were a harsh man, reaping where you did not sow, and gathering where you did not scatter seed;so I was afraid, and I went and hid your talent in the ground. Here you have what is yours.’But his master replied, ‘You wicked and lazy slave! You knew, did you, that I reap where I did not sow, and gather where I did not scatter? Then you ought to have invested my money with the bankers, and on my return I would have received what was my own with interest. So take the talent from him, and give it to the one with the ten talents. For to all those who have, more will be given, and they will have an abundance; but from those who have nothing, even what they have will be taken away. As for this worthless slave, throw him into the outer darkness, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.'

Matthew's intent with the parable of the talents is clear. He understood the parable as an exhortation for followers of Jesus to be faithful in their obedience until his return. If we were to look at Matthew's intent, the message of Jesus, and the church today, we might get a story like this:

One day, a wealthy retiring pastor took his three associates and divided among them his congregation, each to their tenure. To the first he gave 500 members of the 1000 member congregation. To the second he gave 450 members. To the third he gave the remaining 50. The first minister took his new congregation and built a church in a wealthy subdivision outside of town. He began his ministry by organizing a building fund and implementing a new program that worked for a church in California. The second took his new congregation and moved it into the heart of the city, right next to the businesses and political offices and the homeless. The second pastor began his ministry by instituting a pledge campaign and focused solely on maintaining his church's budget. The third moved her congregation out to the country and moved into an old church. She began her ministry by spending every morning in prayer with her congregation. After some time, they began to create ministries based on the needs of their community.

A few years later while at a pastors' conference, the three ministers sat down to have lunch with their old retired pastor. The retired pastor inquired about his old church, now divided into threes. The first began, “We moved outside of the city and now house the biggest church in the area. We have a $64 million main campus. We also have three campuses around the city and host a church via the internet. You can sign in and worship online. We literally have a church that spans the nation and the world. We also have gone from 500 to 100,000 on our main campus and we average about 1,000+ at our other campuses. We implemented a program that allows us to feed my picture and a hologram version of myself to the other campuses. I am able to preach at 4 different sites all at the same time.”

The retired pastor remained silent.

The second began likewise, “We moved further into the city, right next to all the downtown businesses and government buildings. Over the past three years, we have grown our budget and now have an operating budget of $10 million. We have grown in number from 450 to 1500. Of those 1500, several are prominent businessmen and prominent politicians, including the Governor and on the occasion, the President (when he's in town). Also, every one of our church members are debt free.”

Likewise the retired pastor remained silent.

The third began humbly, “We left the city and moved into the country. We have taken residence in a old church surrounded by a community in need. We spent the first year or so praying what God would have us do. During that time we learned that several in the community were in need of food, so we began to grow a garden behind the church. Every Saturday we host a free farmer's market in which those in need might have fresh veggies and fruits for their family, along with a community food pantry. We also learned that many struggled with different addictions so we began a Narcotics and Alcoholic Anonymous programs to help them. We also learned that several of the children had no place to go, so we began opening up our church for them to come in and have a safe space to play, do homework, and spend time with a lot of retired members. We have also several who cannot afford health insurance, so we host a free health clinic once a month; while several members help cover the medical costs of those in need. We average 75 in attendance on Sunday and we struggle to make our budget. However we are growing in our faith and continuing to learn to place our complete faith in God's steadfast love.” She said as tears began to fill her eyes.

The retired pastor looked at her and with a kind smile said, “Job well done my good and faithful servant. You and your community will inherit all that I have, for you have taken what I gave you and grew it a hundredfold. You have made an old pastor proud.”

As I think back to Monday night, I finally understand the purpose of the parable. Many churches and pastors try to be like the first two churches in the story. We want to go to church, we want to be a part of the Christian faith as long as it benefits us instead of changing us. If we were completely honest, we would admit that the Christian faith does not benefit us. Sure, we can focus on the salvation piece of the faith and the benefits of eternal life; but doing so would only focus on the benefits and not the point of the faith. The Christian faith asks a lot more than it gives. We are asked to live obediently and faithfully. We are asked to be self sacrificial and humble. We are asked to turn the other cheek and sell everything. The Christian faith requires us to become a part of something that is supposed to change us.

The parable of the talents is about more than being good stewards and giving to a church budget. It is a reminder for churches to live faithfully into the story God is writing. The failure of the third servant is not that he disobeyed his master. He wasn't commanded to go and double the talent he was given. He was simply entrusted with the a share of the master's property. He was expected to care for that property and watch over it. His failure is that he did not care for what was entrusted to him. The servant allowed his fear of the master to rule his life. He sought to protect what he had and not risk for fear of retribution. However, as we know, his failure is what brought on his removal from the master's sight. He did not allow himself to be changed.

I believe God expects churches to change. I do not think he expects them to change in the way we are accustomed to change. I do not think God cares about churches changing services or what type of music they worship too. I do not think God cares if budgets are met or that every church member is debt free. I do not think God cares too much about $64 million church buildings. I know God doesn't care about pastors preaching at six locations at once. I believe the change God desires for us is the type of change that completely transforms us. I believe the change God looks for, what the parable is speaking to, is a church that lives out the Gospel message.

If Jesus is our model of perfection and model of who we are supposed to be like as Hebrews indicates, then the change I believe God is looking for can be found in three simple commandments, “Love your Lord God with all your heart, mind, soul, and strength. Love your neighbor as yourself. Go and make disciples of every nation.” I believe when Jesus tells us the parable of the talents, he is asking us if we are going to be faithful and obedient with what he has entrusted us with. And Christ has entrusted us with all that God has given us. I believe if we begin to focus on those around us and care for those in our presence; we will see a change in our church. The worse thing a church can do is strive to be like another church. We do not need purpose driven churches or fresh expression churches that all look alike. We need churches to live faithfully with one another, care for one another, and love one another. I truly believe that if we were to live in such a way, we would begin to see a change in the community around us, and then surrounding communities, and then the world.

We have all been given a talent. What we do with that talent is up to us. We can either bury it or risk it. The parable teaches us that risking it is better than burying it. Let us be a risky church. Let us be a missional church that goes, not the extra mile, but the third mile, the fourth mile, the fifth mile, the green mile. Let us be a church that unapologetically changes its community. Let us begin our journey with God. Let us trust that God has a plan for the church. Let us be who God is creating us to be. Amen.