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December 1, 2015, 12:00 AM

December 2015 Newsletter article


Grace and peace to y’all!

Last month I had a chance to go to Lutheridge (one of my favorite places in the whole world) and gather with other rostered leaders (pastors, associates in ministry, and deaconesses) in our synod for our annual Rostered Leaders Convocation. It was a wonderful time to spend a bit of time in what I consider one of the most holy places in the southeast and in my life.

While we were there, we were engaged in a Bible study that I found to be particularly mind-blowing. It was led by one of my friends, colleagues, and pastors I strive to be like – Jay Gamelin who is a pastor at Pilgrim Lutheran Church in Lexington, SC.

His bible study on our final day at Convocation was gearing us towards Advent and Christmas. He told us the story that we all know and love. The story of Joseph and Mary traveling because of a census to Bethlehem where his family was from and while there Mary is about to give birth. When they reach Bethlehem, they are told that there is no room in the inn, so she had to lay her newborn – our Lord Jesus – into a manger.

Now, the way that this story has been told countless times is that the Holy Family was rejected and sent away. That they were sent away from a designated area that people who didn’t live in a town stayed at (a hotel/inn). However, when we dive into the original language of the text, we discover something interesting. The word (kataluma/kataluma) translated as ‘inn’ in Luke’s story of Jesus’ birth doesn’t necessarily mean ‘inn.’ It can more accurately be translated as guestroom. This same word is used in Luke 22:11 and is translated as ‘guestroom’ there. In the Good Samaritan story (Luke 10: 25-37) the Samaritan leaves the man he helps at an inn/hotel – a pandocheion/pandoceion (Luke 10:37) which is traditionally only translated as an establishment to house people.

Now, all the scripture says is that there wasn’t a room in the inn/guestroom and that Jesus was placed in a manger. There is no drama surrounding that verse – no heartless innkeeper, no words on being rejected at countless places before finally settling in a barn (when in fact no barn is even mentioned in Luke’s gospel – no animals or anything)! We as a people have embellished a little and inserted what we think is going on as opposed to what is actually written in the text.

The way a typical home was designed during this time was pretty ‘all inclusive’ There was an area for animals and equipment at the front of the home, a center area where the family stayed, and a back area where the guestroom was. So, the ‘guestroom’ was already filled, but there is no word that Mary and Joseph were sent away, so we can assume that space was made available to them in that home they went to.

So, perhaps this story of Mary and Joseph going to Bethlehem isn’t so much a story of the rejection of our Lord, but instead an invitation of radical hospitality. Where instead of the story being about the Holy Family being sent away, the story may more accurately be told as making space for the birth of the Lord Jesus. Pastor Jay likened it to today where if someone came to his home – but his guestroom was filled, that he’d offer his own bed instead – radical hospitality.

So, as we approach the Advent season we will be bombarded with so many distractions around us – voices about what to buy and why you should buy it, being ‘jolly’ in every way possible, filling our free time as much as possible to make this holiday season more ‘full’ and ‘memorable.’

Yet, maybe this time of year – as we wait in expectant hope of our Lord Jesus – would be better spent finding ways to make space to Jesus in our lives. Where we can live out this story of opening our lives and our hearts in invitation of radical hospitality.

Where this Advent and Christmas we follow in the footsteps of the family who housed the family by making space for the Holy and mysterious. Where we welcome in radical hospitality those who are different from us who are in need. Where we find ways to help and to serve and to be with all of our neighbors during this time of expectant hope.

Where we gather in worship at the table where space has been made for us. As Jesus invites us to eat and drink surrounded by one another and those we don’t know. As we are filled to be sent out to proclaim God’s radical hospitality to the world.

There is so much going on here at The Lutheran Church of the Redeemer this Advent and Christmas – from numerous opportunities to worship (both on Wednesdays with Holden Evening Prayer and our Christmas Eve services), to be in service with those around us – through our Angel Tree ministry, to continue to hear the story of our Lord’s birth through our Children’s Christmas program. There are those opportunities and so much more!

So, make space this year as we wait in expectant hope of God’s in-breaking into the world in the birth of the Son – our Lord Jesus who is the Christ!

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November 30, 2015, 8:58 AM

the one where we begin again...


Sermon from November 29, 2015

Text: Luke 21: 25-36

Grace and peace to you from God our Father, and our Lord and savior Jesus who is the Christ – will y’all pray with me? Let the words of my mouth and the meditations of all our hearts be acceptable in your sight O Lord, our rock and our redeemer – amen!

So, we make it to one of my most favorite times of the year. I truly, truly, truly love the season of Advent. It is a season that I impatiently wait for every year. I love the hymns. I love the scriptures that we get to read each Sunday, and I love the excitement that builds as we journey to the day of celebration of our Lord’s birth.

It really is a great time of year.

It is a new beginning. A new year in the church. The slate has been wiped clean. We again embark in this faith journey of hearing about the hope to come – the in-breaking of God’s presence into the world in the form of the Son – our Lord, Jesus who is the Christ.

What makes this first Sunday of Advent even more full is the fact that we get to witness and celebrate baptism. Not one, not two, not three, but FOUR baptisms! Not only that, but all those being baptized today are in the same family as Kristin and Charity and Connor and Maggie get to celebrate this wonderful day together.

The day that as the church begins anew in a fresh year, that the four of them begin anew in their life of faith.

But, there is this uneasy element to not only Advent, but to living in the faith that is poured into us at our baptism. The uneasiness of being new. Being different than before. Being set-apart in some fashion. Perhaps even being outside the norm of others.

Because, let’s face it. As much as we want to say that Advent is that time of expectant hope – that time ‘looking forward. Many around the world – many of us – don’t need any reminder that Christmas is coming. Most of us have already been thinking about Christmas for quite some time. As soon as the countdown towards December 25 reached double digits, stores and more have been sounding the ‘alarm’ that Christmas is coming so you better take advantage of this sale and this discount and this opportunity to get all the stuff you need or Christmas won’t be good this year for you and yours!

The commercialized Christmas season machinations that surrounds us which can also be very ‘suffocating’ towards us; have been intent and diligent as they try to invoke the right sense of familiar feelings and lull us back into familiar concerns. Where the images of tranquil peace, the idyllic setting of fresh fallen snow, a warm fire, the laughter of family and friends, the sense that everything is alright just like it used to be.

But, here walks in Jesus and messes that pretty scene all up. Jesus’ words this morning as we begin this journey of Advent towards the upheaval of God’s in-breaking into the world are not peaceful at all. They are concerned with signs that do not point towards the sentimental and lovely. The in-breaking of God is something that changes the world around us. It throws the world and our lives in disorder because it is so new, so different from the world around us.

In this season of Advent as we see the Polar Bears of Coke commercials frolicking in the snow – being all cute with their bottles of sugary goodness – or yet another car commercial where someone gave their spouse an extravagant gift of a car with a giant bow on top – Wait, you know what… after my car accident this week that might not be a bad thing… I’ll have to tell Erin about that. As we see these commercials, ads, and hear music and musings of the ‘perfect’ holiday here comes Jesus that grabs ahold of the camera – ahold of our lives - and points us to see the reality of life and where we can be a part of the ways to help those in need. Where we are called to proclaim God's grace and mercy to a world which  at times seems incapable of hearing and practicing love and grace.

Where in Advent – in this time of expectant hope of the one who comes to save us from our sin – who comes to live among us as an outsider where we are directed to find ways to care for those who wish to live among us as they run from the dangers of their lives. How does the in-breaking of God direct us to care for those?

Where we look forward to the angels trumpeting to the shepherds of the arrival of hope and joy as God is made flesh in the world, we are directed to trumpet and shout for the hope to come to those who are ostracized, who are oppressed, who are in need to hear that news and for others to look towards them and their suffering so that they too might experience the joy and hope of the Advent to come. Where they too are a part of this celebration as well. How does God's in-breaking into our lives point us to proclaim?

Where in Advent we wait with bated breath of the story of those who made space for a traveling soon-to-be family of three, where we too are invited to make space for God within our life, our homes, our hearts, and our minds.

In the baptismal promises that those before us make today and that we remember that have been made for us, we are reminded that we have a roll in this. That Advent – that baptism – challenges us on so many levels. It challenges all those things in our life that are comfortable and complacent. It challenges us to be with those around us in service, love, and relationship.

That is the reality of baptism. It is a complete shift into a life that is in many ways in stark contrast to the world around us. Where the world shouts that we must only be concerned with solely ourselves and those closest to us. Those on the outside – those who the world deems ‘different’? Don’t think about them, look at this wonderful and sentimental Christmas commercial again. Just ignore all that other stuff. The baptismal life is counter to that thought. Where we make promises to care for others and work towards and for justice and peace.

In our baptisms, God reaches down to us and reminds us that we are not ignored – that God is present with us – walking with us and guiding us to serve those in need because God is there. That as we are no longer ‘unknown’ that those around us are to be known as well. For God knows that the promises we make and remember today are not easy – they are difficult – sometimes far more difficult to live into than anything else in the world. But, we are reminded in our baptisms that God knows us and that God is present with us throughout this life – no matter what. That God guides and directs us and opens us up to the opportunities to live out this life of faith.

One of the greatest things that my grandfather has taught me about life is to speak and know people’s names. To make them feel known. The other day as I was getting food from a local restaurant, as I was handed my items by the cashier I said, “Thanks so much Amy!” I always make it a habit to speak the names of those in work around me.

She was taken a bit back by that, but immediately a huge smile erupted on her face. The thank-you she gave me spoke more than just those few words to me. As she said, ‘thank-you’ I heard someone who felt that they were known and connected with. No longer just a faceless individual doing a service to those too busy to take notice of people around them. She was known – by name – by someone else.

I like to think that baptism is a lot like that. Especially as we celebrate baptisms of those who are not just precious and beautiful little babies, but those who are precious and beautiful children of God who are just a little more seasoned in age and life.

That as those waters are washed and splashed over them, that their names are known. Not just by those in attendance with them today, but by our God. As all of their names are called – Kristin, Charity, Connor, and Maggie – that in those waters God is saying – you are known. I know you. I love you. I’m with you. We’re going to do this life of faith together.

As we begin our Advent journey this day, Jesus reminds us that it isn’t always going to be easy and peaceful. But, the end result is redemption. Baptism reminds us that the struggles of life are not removed when those waters wash over us. But, God – the one who knows and calls us by name – is present with us. Walking with us as we live into those promises that we make and remember.

Advent is a time about waiting in expectant hope for God’s in-breaking into the world. A time of looking forward to the change and the new that Jesus’ birth ushers into the world and into our lives. Baptism is a journey – much like Advent – towards the change and the new that God makes in us and is present in us as we live that change and new out into the world. Amen

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November 23, 2015, 9:00 AM

the one with the unexpected king...


Sermon from November 22, 2015

Text: John 18: 33-37

Grace and peace to you from God our Father and our Lord and savior Jesus who is the Christ – will y’all pray with me? Let the words of my mouth and the meditations of all our hearts be acceptable in your sight O Lord, our rock and our redeemer – amen!

When you think of a king – what sort of qualities pop into your mind? Wealthy beyond measure? Authority over an entire area – city, country, empire? Fine clothes? Lavishly served by others? An ability to pretty much do and say whatever they want without recourse or fear?

In many ways, when we think of a king or of royalty – as we look towards the family of Prince William and Duchess Kate today or even those who aren’t royalty, but might as well be in how they are treated and viewed – we genuinely think that we are viewing people and families that are successful right? Whether they were born into it or earned it doesn’t matter.

They’ve got money. They’ve got power. They’ve got ‘it’ that other people want. They’ve got success. And it is evident in the way that they live their life and how people treat them. Kings and royalty command a room with the aura of their ‘success’ and ‘power.’

When we think of kings and royalty, we think of power and prestige. Wealth and success.

So, we come to this day, this Christ the King Sunday, and we do see that – but, not from the person we’d expect to see it from. We get all that power and prestige, that wealth and success from Pilate who we hear from today. We don’t really see that from Jesus.

Jesus isn’t in a position of wealth. He isn’t in a place of power. He definitely doesn’t appear to be successful.

He is dragged and led into the presence of someone with worldly power. He’s given his opportunity to speak to ‘save’ his life or end his suffering, but he doesn’t take it. He is given a position to show his kingship in the way that the world expects, yet he shows it in a different way entirely.

Christ the King Sunday is a day of celebration and we hear from a text that seems a bit out of place. You’d think we’d get a text of Jesus’ ascension, or the transfiguration, or at least a text that shows Jesus in power in some way.

But, we don’t. We get the penultimate story before Jesus is led to the cross and dies.

That’s not how the world typically views a king. Kings normally are not dragged off to be executed in such a horrible and public way.

Yet, that’s what we get from our king.

When you celebrate a king, you think of coronation. A crown of power, a label of respect, the essence of success is laid upon them in a very beautiful service and ritual. As Mel Brooks says in History of the World Part I – “It’s good to be the king!”

Yet, Jesus isn’t seeking that kind of coronation. The crown he will wear, is a crown of suffering and death. For all those looking upon him that day – and still for many in this modern time – see him as a failure. He died. His ‘kingdom’ however loosely cobbled together it appeared to be, was snuffed out in the most visible and embarrassing way possible.

Yet, we celebrate Christ our King this day.

It’s all kind of confusing isn’t it? It seems kind of contradictory that we would support this day with such a festival.

I mean, imagine you’re living during this time of Jesus’ death – how you’d be laughed at because you followed Jesus the ‘king’ of the Jews. That king who was cut down in his life and nailed to a cross? That’s the guy who is your king? How foolish can you be? What’s wrong with you?

I imagine that that’s what many of Jesus’ followers heard during this time and what many of those early worshippers of God in Christ Jesus our Lord heard from in the years that followed the birth of this movement of God.

And, we’re gathered again today to celebrate our king. A king that many would say is a failure because he didn’t succeed.

There’s still death. There’s still hate. There’s still fear. We don’t have to search too hard to find those things in our world today.

Last Sunday and next Sunday we have and will celebrate baptisms, where we witness those being marked and remember our own mark of Christ that is written upon us.

That mark isn’t of success or wealth or prestige. It is the sign of the cross.

And we don’t view the cross in a masochistic way – inviting and deriving pleasure from the suffering in our life.

No, we know and remember that we are marked with the Cross of Christ. That we seek to follow the voice of the truth in our life. The voice that calls to us, leads us, and pushes us to see the kingdom at work in the midst of our world.

Where we remember that yes, Christ is nailed to a cross and that he does die and is laid in the tomb. But, we know and have faith that that isn’t the final word. We know that that isn’t where Jesus ends up. We know he will rise.

We celebrate Christ the King Sunday by hearing this story – the story of him talking and conversing with Pilate – for all intents and purposes the Roman ‘king’ of Jerusalem. He’s the dude with all the power.

Where in this story – our ‘failed’ king of Christ is put on the same level as the ‘successful’ king that is Pilate. They talk, and Jesus leads that conversation to the truth – the truth that is his word and his life. The truth that Jesus is the word and is the life.

For we know that Jesus is not a ‘failure.’ At least not in the eyes of God. For the victory that Jesus receives and gifts to each of us in the new life of our baptisms, is the gift of new life. The gift of a renewed and resurrected life in those waters of baptism.

We hear this story – the conversation before the victory – on the last day of our church year. We hear this story and know that next week after we hear Pilate ask, “What is truth?” We enter into the season where we get to say, “Just wait and we’ll show you.”

We end this church year on a question – of what is truth.

This is a question that many of us seek to find an answer to. There are many who think the truth is in the military, or in political debate and action, in the latest technological marvel, in the intellect of our peers. And none of those things are truly bad.

It’s good to have a means to protect yourself, it is good to be able to talk and converse in political realms, having technological marvels does make life a bit easier at times, and being witness to the intellect of peers can be exciting – but, none of those are the truth. In fact, most of those aren’t even led by the voice that proclaims to the truth.

For we know who calls to us towards the truth. We know that voice that calls us by name. That voice full of care, and grace, and love, and power. That voice that leads us to see the kingdom around us. That voice that directs us to see God at work in our lives and the life of the world. That voice that is always at work – proclaiming, serving, being with all of creation.

As we approach the coming season of Advent – that time that we are in expectant hope of the in-breaking of God into our world and into our lives in the birth of God’s son – we still listen to that voice that proclaims the truth. And as we listen we see our lives being led by our king – our Christ.

And we won’t always know what that looks like, but we know that our Christ the King is the one who serves those in need, who proclaims love and grace, who is present among us and in the midst of our lives. That our king – because of the cross and victory over sin and death – does that for everyone in all of creation. From the least to the greatest. And when we’re being led by that kind of King, than that’s probably the kind of life we end up living.

How that is made known in our lives is different for everyone, but the voice still calls out to us, still leads us, still pushes us, to see the truth that is in the world. The truth that isn’t of military power, of political rhetoric, of technological or intellectual feats.

Yet, the truth that boldly walks to the cross for the sake of the world and is victorious over sin and death. Who in his victory frees us from the chains of fear and trepidation that the rest of those ‘voices’ would rather us listen to.

On this Christ the King Sunday, we celebrate and coronate the one that the world wouldn’t expect. But we celebrate the truth. And as we end this year in the church, we look forward for the ability to wait and to make space for the truth – for the voice of Christ – who calls to us and leads us out of grace and peace and love. Amen.

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November 16, 2015, 9:00 AM

the one where we need the reminder...


Sermon from November 15, 2015

Sermon Text: Mark 13: 1-8

Grace and peace to you from God our Father and our Lord and savior Jesus who is the Christ – will y’all pray with me? May the words of my mouth and the meditations of all our hearts be acceptable in your sight O Lord, our rock and our redeemer; amen!

At first glance, the lessons that we heard this morning don’t appear to be what we’d want to hear on the day that we celebrate a baptism. We read of wars and rumors of wars. We read of birth bangs. We read of suffering.

Instead, it seems like these are texts that go hand-in-hand with the news and images we saw yesterday as Paris, Beirut, and Baghdad were subject to unthinkable acts of horror and terror. Our hearts and prayers are lifted up for those affected by these atrocities. We pray and hope that God works through these times and that God is present with those in the midst of this tragedy.

So, why would we want to hear about all that Jesus talks about today when we have a beautiful baby to look at as she is splashed with water in the name of the triune God? Shouldn’t the readings we hear on the day of a baptism be about happy things and how great the life of a Christian will be and should be?

One of the things that we have to remember as we live the life of faith that we have been gifted – the life of faith that has been poured into us in our baptisms and will be poured into Ainsleigh as she is baptized – is that we are a resurrection people.

We believe and proclaim new and renewed life in and through our God. But, there’s this particular thing about living into a resurrection life – you have to have a death first. In order for something to be raised to new life – the old self has to die and fall away.

So, when we are baptized, we believe that the old self – the self that clings to the sin in our life – to the ways that are not of God – dies away and when we are lifted out of those waters; when those waters wash over us, a new person – a new creation – emerges. A new creation welcomed into the life and community of God. That new creation where God looks down from on high and says, “THIS IS GOOD! Look at my beloved right here!”

In this baptism – in all of our baptisms – God’s work is forever. This is all the baptism she will ever need. And there are many who hear that who are outside our tradition of the church and think that that is a little strange. You see, in baptism God is at work – we are the recipients of God’s wondrous love and grace through these waters. And when God makes a promise – God doesn’t break that promise. God doesn’t abandon the ones who God has made a covenant with. Even with the night seems so dark, we remember that God’s promise holds true, that those waters that washed over us – that will wash over Ainsleigh – is still true and full of grace.

As we were all welcomed into the community and life of God – just as Ainsleigh will be – we journeyed into this life of faith knowing that it wouldn’t be easy. That there would be struggle – struggle that we hear from Jesus’ own lips this morning and that struggle lived out in the lives of many this weekend.

Being witness to that struggle – even when removed by thousands of miles – we need the reminder of baptism. We need to be witness to this event and to remember that event in our lives so many years ago. We need that reminder that God is present here in our lives. We need that reminder that all is not lost. We need that reminder that the light still shines and the darkness will not overcome it. We need that reminder that God is at work. At work in our lives and at work around the world.

At times that work is so hard to see – such as it is now for us and for those in France. Baptism reminds us again and again that God has been and will continue to be at work.

We remember that in baptism that God has reached down to be with us. That we are washed and cleansed as we are – as Ainsleigh will be – welcomed into this family and community of God. That as we all make promises this day and remember the promises that we have made we know that we do not do this alone.

We are baptized into something far greater and far more wondrous than just ourselves – than just this small portion of the entire body of Christ. In baptism we are welcomed into the entire kingdom – the entire body. We become a part of this great litany of saints that has been going on for over 2000 years and will continue to be in growth until the day that Christ returns to bring peace to the world.

Until that day, we know that there will be struggles. There will be hardships. But, we know that we do not endure it alone. We gather in prayer and in service with and for one another. We seek justice and peace not as lone rangers amidst a seemingly crazy world, but as a community and family of God working together so that all are welcomed at the tables of the world and our lives.

Some days it will be easy to remember and to see God at work. Some days it will be very difficult. Yet, we know that we don’t do this alone. Ainsleigh will have her mom and dad, she’ll have her family, she will have us. We too – as we remember our baptism – know that we are not alone. We have one another and even those we’ve never met.

We strive to show that there is another way than what those in the world might exclaim. In our baptisms we know that we are not alone – we need to remember that more than anything this day as our world continues to move forward after such a heinous crime committed by outliers of a faith that promotes peace.

We need that reminder as we are witness to this baptism this morning.

We get be a witness and a part of Ainsleigh being welcomed into this community – to be washed and welcomed – into the family of God. To tell her – and to remind ourselves at the same time – that this story is her story too. It is our story.

We get to remember that in our baptism – hope is not lost. The light does cast out the darkness. That we are welcomed. We are forgiven. We are accepted. We are sent to live out life as Christ to others. Being in service. Loving those around us. Proclaiming Christ to all.

We listen and worship this day knowing that we are a part of something much larger than ourselves. Most importantly – we are reminded that we are a part of something and that something is the life and love of God!

So, let us remember – it is here that we remember that all is not lost, light defeat darkness, and that God is present with us. We are washed, we are welcomed, we are forgiven. Christ will rise. Amen.

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November 9, 2015, 8:56 AM

the one where we ask, 'who do you trust?'


Sermon from November 8, 2015

Sermon Text: 1 Kings 17: 8-16 and Mark 12: 38-44

Grace and peace to you from God our Father and our Lord and Savior Jesus who is the Christ – will y’all pray with me? Let the words of my mouth and thoughts of our hearts be acceptable in your sight O Lord, our rock and our redeemer; amen!

It’s pretty good to be gathered altogether here on a Sunday isn’t? Now, I know we’re gathered altogether this morning because of our annual meeting after this service, but it is still wonderful to have the full voice and body of our community on any day. Whenever we can get everyone together – that’s always a good thing.

So, we come to this day and we hear two stories about widows from our scriptures. One from the Old Testament that we read from in 1 Kings while the other we read from the gospel of Mark.

As I read these two stories one question kept jumping out at me – who are you going to trust? We have two pretty similar situations dealing with widows. They each approach their situations differently, but they seem to end up in a very similar decision

Now, there are a few things we should know and understand first about widows during this time. First, women were not treated very fairly. Women were viewed more or less as property that transferred between their father and their eventual husband. Women didn’t hold jobs, they weren’t allowed to provide for their families in the same way as men were, and more. Now, if women had it rough, being a widow was even worse. For your support disappeared when your husband died. Of course, there weren’t that many men who were seeking to marry someone who had already ‘been married’ before. So widows were stuck. This is why God has placed an emphasis on the fact that those who follow God are called to care for the widow and orphans – because based on the society that they lived in – they weren’t able to provide for themselves.

In 1 Kings, Elijah is told by God that he will meet a widow when he goes to Zarephath. Lo and behold as soon as he arrives at the town gates he sees a widow. They have a short – but deep – discussion where Elijah asks that she gets him a drink. We have to remember here that this is during a different time and within a different culture than our own. I don’t think any of us would approach someone we don’t know and the first words out of our mouths would be, “Bring some water so that I can drink would you? And while you’re at it, I’m hungry too!”

This widow – in the midst of following through with Elijah’s request – makes it known that she really can’t. She’s been collecting sticks to make a fire, and with the last bit of oil and meal she has left she will make some bread for her and her son – and it’ll be their last. They’ll eat and eventually die of starvation.

This isn’t a happy story that she tells. She has no one to turn towards. For all she knows, the god or gods she and her people has been praying to has left them because of the drought that was going on. So, she couldn’t even turn to the ones who were supposed to listen. Who is she to place her trust in?

Yet, in the words that Elijah gives to her he says, “Do not be afraid.” Elijah is asking this woman to trust not only him, but to put her trust into the one whom he proclaims – the God of Israel. This of course is not the God she knows or follows. She is a part of a group that is outside the nation of Israel – Elijah is a foreigner in her land.

He asks her to do all that she has said she was going to do – to make her last meal so that she and her son could then die from no food. But, first he asks to still make him a small loaf of bread. With that small act of trust and faith – the jars of meal and oil that she has will not run out.

She places her trust in the one she doesn’t know – but, who knows her.

Now, we fast forward over to our Gospel lesson and we again meet a widow who is in a similar situation. However, there is a marked difference between her and the widow before Elijah. The woman that Jesus points out is one who is very poor – she is a widow afterall. In fact, the amount of money that she gives – all that she has – is worth no more than two pennies.

Yet, she takes all that she has and she drops it in to the offering box at the temple.

Jesus lifts up her faith in that small act, saying that she has given far more than what anyone else has given and apparently there have been quite a few who have offered up hefty sums of money. Yet, this widow is lifted up as being ‘greater’ than those.

Now, there is a tendency here to lump these wealthy individuals with the scribes that Jesus has just condemned, but I want to caution us here on that. Yes, Jesus does condemn the scribes – the ones who use all that the widows – this widow – gives to line their own pockets and not help them in their need (which the money is supposed to be used for).

Jesus doesn’t chastise those who have given large sums to the temple at all here. He just makes a point about how they offer and what the widow offers. The wealthy have given out of their abundance – and that’s good. It is good to give out abundance – out of our abundance – and no one should ever be made to feel guilty of that. It is good to give – especially when we are called to give to help those in need, like the widows and the orphans. Which I’m sure many who gave to the temple that day in front of Jesus fully believed that their money would go towards.

This widow however has done something different than those around her who have abundance. Instead of giving out of her abundance – which she doesn’t have – she instead has given her entire livelihood – she has given her complete trust in the one she worships and follows.

That is what Jesus lifts up. It isn’t so much that her two pennies are ‘worth’ more than the bags of money that the others have given. It’s that she has placed her trust completely into and with God.

Because if we are being truly honest with ourselves, we can’t blame the first widow for being a little hesitant in following through with what Elijah is asking of her. She’s doing the right thing by caring for herself and her son. I don’t think I’d want to give my absolutely last meal to a stranger either – and if I did it wouldn’t be an easy endeavor. That takes a lot of trust and faith.

Also, I think many of us – especially those of you who are keen financial stewards – are probably just itching to tell the second widow that she’s being foolish. She is given all that she has into a system – though designed to help her – that we know probably won’t because of the scribes that will use it for their own selfish gains and desires than for her and others’ needs.

I’m not great with money – just ask Erin – but, I know when not to give it all away.

Yet, both place their trust into something – into someone – beyond themselves. One more readily than the other, but they both place their trust into God. The one who has promised to care for the poor, downtrodden, and oppressed. The one who has called us to do likewise.

So, we hear that story this morning on the day that we gather to vote on a budget and vote for leaders within our community to help guide, direct, and shape the ministry here in service to God and neighbor.

So, the question before us this day – and every day – is this: Who are you going to trust?

We as a people of God are called to place our trust in the one who cares for us in ways that we cannot imagine. We are called to place our faith and trust into the one who has come down to be with us. The one who was, is, and always will be the Word made flesh. We are called to place our trust into the one who has gone to the cross for us and who was raised from the dead for us in the victory over sin and death.

We are called to have trust and faith that the budget we vote on is used as a tool and ministry for God’s service. We are called to have trust and faith that the six individuals before us and the three we elect today to sit on council are guided by God through their words and actions on behalf of this community.

Like the first widow we met this morning, there could be some hesitancy about what we have to offer might not be enough or it might be used in a way that we normally wouldn’t agree with. But, in that act of trust – we are placing our faith in a God who works through us and our actions so that all might be served and brought to life.

Likewise, we might give out of our abundance because we know and remember that God is active in our life and in the life of ministry here at the Lutheran Church of the Redeemer. That even if what we have to offer is so ‘little’ compared to what appears others can – that God still can use that too.

That as we all are contributing, offering our lives to God – all can be cared for. Ministry can thrive. The Word of God can spread. The Gospel can be proclaimed.

Some might call it foolish. Some might be hesitant. But, we remember that even the foolish, even the hesitant are provided for by God. Both of the widows in our lessons today are loved, accepted, and cared for by God.

Christ is at work through each of us as we continue to offer up our entire selves in service to God and in service to one another and in service to those who are strangers among us. When we place our trust it may be foolishly simple or even difficult – but, we place our trust in God.

Our trust that God is active in us, in the life of this community, in the life of the world.

We place our trust in the one who sees, who cares, and who sends. Amen.

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November 2, 2015, 9:00 AM

the one where we remember and hope...


All Saints' Day

Sermon Text: John 11: 32-44

Grace and peace to you from God our Father and our Lord Jesus who is the Christ – will y’all pray with me? Let the words of my mouth and the meditations of all our hearts be acceptable in your sight O Lord, our rock and our redeemer; amen!

It has been one year since we last gathered to remember those who have died in our lives. This year – especially for me – is a little different than in years past. Our state has suffered greatly this past summer, our area has seen devastating events take place. All of those events have involved death.

Death in how those called to serve kill those who they are to protect. Those who are called to serve be killed by the ones who they are called to protect. Single individuals who inflict so much pain and death because of the color of someone’s skin. A one-in-a-lifetime storm that has caused so much damage and death. Then news last week of a Mid Carolina High school student who was killed in a hunting accident.

Accidents. Intentional acts of violence. Natural disasters. Death in so many varied and senseless ways.

Death is always visceral. Death is always painful.

Whether it happens to you, happens near you, or happens far away.

The news of death makes us weep, it beckons us at times to cry out with Mary – “Where were you?! If you were there – if you were here – then they wouldn’t have died!”

This morning we remember nine from our community who have died since the last time our community gathered on All Saints Day. We remember Ruth, Tom, Mildred, Connie, Kathleen, Carolyn, Harriett, Helen, and Warren. Some deaths might have been ‘expected’ because of age or illness. Some were too soon; some were after years or months of terrible illness. No matter how death has affected this community – affected you – it always hurts. It is always painful. We always weep.

All Saints day is a great celebration, but it is also a weird celebration as well. This is a day that it is a mix of joy and sorry. Of loss and anticipation.

We remember those we know who have died, we weep and mourn. Yet, we still celebrate the eternal life to come – the promise of the resurrection. This is a day as I read earlier this week – that we smile through our tears, trusting in God’s promise that all our yesterdays are just a prelude to a glorious and never ending tomorrow.

As we read the gospel this morning, one thing jumps out at me so clearly. It is one of the shortest verses in all of scripture. It simply states that Jesus weeps.

In our second reading, we see the titles and labels of the divine and cosmic as Jesus announces that he is the alpha and the omega. The beginning and the end. In other places are the titles and labels of messiah, Christ, Lord, Word, incarnate.

In more ways than one, we cannot understand those things. We have no way to identify with them. Yet, we trust and hope that all those labels – all those titles – all of that is for us. We have trust and faith that in all those identities that others have given Jesus and that Jesus has claimed to be – that it is God at work in God’s son.

Yet, in this text. On this day. We know how Jesus feels. We can identify with him. Jesus weeps because his friend has died.

All of us have lost someone to death. Some more recently than others. All painfully. All weeping.

Have you ever thought about this verse before? Jesus wept.

Jesus – the son of God – the Word incarnate. The alpha and omega. The beginning and the end. Weeps. Jesus weeps.

Gods aren’t supposed to weep. Some might even say men aren’t supposed to weep.

Gods are supposed to be strong in the times of sadness and death.

Yet Jesus weeps. Don’t let anyone tell you that you cannot cry when the son of God has no problems showing his emotion.

Showing emotion out of his hurt in what Mary says to him. Out of his frustration that death is seen as more prevalent than the life that Jesus proclaims. In the sadness that his friend has died.

Jesus weeps.

What I remember most on this day above all other days, is that not only is this a day that we remember those who have died, but we remember a God who is so present with us that he weeps. Jesus weeps at each death we experience.

When a loved one dies at the end of a full and long life? Jesus weeps.

When a loved one suffers through a terrible and tragic accident or illness? Jesus weeps.

When one in God’s creation unleashes senseless harm and violence upon others? Jesus weeps.

When nature lets loose upon the land and many die? Jesus weeps.

Jesus weeps out of love and care for each of us – just as Jesus wept for his friend Lazarus

Yet, Jesus doesn’t stop there. Jesus doesn’t just cry and move on. Jesus acts.

Full of emotion – sadness, mourning, even anger – Jesus goes to the tomb where his friend’s body lies. He instructs the people to roll away the stone. He insists even when the people around him – Martha included – try to explain that it is of no use. He’s gone. He has begun to smell.

Roll the stone away.

Lazarus! Come out!

And Lazarus does. He shambles out still wrapped in the clothes of death, the smell still lingering in the tomb.

This is a pivotal moment of John’s gospel. It is after this sign of God that those in power around Jesus will put into place the plan to dispose of him any way that they can. As the bands of cloth are unwrapped from Lazarus’ body, we remember that Jesus too will be wrapped up. As Lazarus walks out of the tomb, we remember that Jesus will be going in. As Jesus calls out of the tombs of our lives, Jesus is then going to enter into those places for us as well.

Jesus willfully enters into death so that the sting of death will be no more. Jesus defiantly faces death – and will win. He goes in to take our place in that victory over sin and death.

The message today is one of remembrance and hope.  We are called upon today to remember all the saints who have gone before us – both those who were great and shining examples of Christian character and virtue and those who were known only to a few and whose greatest virtue may have been only that they clung tenaciously to the promise of God in Christ to love them no matter what.

We look back with fondness of those who died, but are no longer with us. Their memories still fresh in our minds whether they died two months ago or 40 years ago. Yet, as we remember we look forward with desire and anticipation. We wait in expectant hope that what God has brought in Jesus is for us as well. That it is truth. That in Jesus we have life. We have faith and trust that God in Christ will do for us what Jesus did for his friend Lazarus. That we will be called out of our own tombs on that final – on that first – day in the life of God.

Where on that day we can and will live into the promises that Isaiah proclaimed that death will be swallowed up forever and that God will indeed wipe away every tear, where death will be no more, where weeping and mourning and pain will be no more.

On this All Saints day, we are invited to trust in this weeping and compassionate God. The one who cares so much that he sheds tears at our sorrows and hurt – at his own sorrows and hurt. Where we have hope that this God whom we call Lord, will make all things new, for us and for all of creation. Amen.

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November 1, 2015, 12:00 AM

November 2015 Newsletter


Grace and peace y’all!

So, we’re in November and the weather is starting to get a little cooler. The good thing is, cooler here is much different than cooler in Michigan. It’s a nice experience here. In Michigan, it is the beginning of the realization that it is about to get a lot colder. Plus, cooler here occurs in November, cooler in Michigan descends upon you in August/September. Needless to say, I’m happy I’m here! And my excitement isn’t just because of the weather!

Lots of exciting things are taking place at Redeemer as we continue to head into a new church year with the beginning of Advent at the end of this month (November 29th)! Ignite (our new joint confirmation program with Summer Memorial, St. Paul, and Grace Lutheran) is in full swing and it is amazing to journey in this formation with 25 youth and other adult leaders! Such a fun experience!

We also have some exciting changes that are occurring with our worship life as well. We are introducing a new setting into our worship service. This is a setting that I am particular excited for. It is fun, uplifting, and inspirational. I hope each of you enjoy it as well. Of course, there will be an adjustment period. Much of the same language we’ve always used in worship are present in this setting, it’s just conveyed in a slightly different way. It isn’t bad, it’s just different. What I love most about this new setting, is that it opens up participation for all of us into the worship service.

That’s what I love most about worship; worship is something that we do together. It isn’t a solitary or independent experience at all. We’ve already added a little more congregational participation into worship since I arrived here at Redeemer, we’re just going to add a little bit more.

I know that this setting for worship will be different than what you are used to, all I ask is that you be willing to give it a chance. Anything new that I get to experience, I like to give it a chance for at least four times. Those first few times will be our adjustment period, and the last few will be those times where we will become a little more comfortable.

As we approach Advent, we approach the amazing in-breaking of God into the world. Advent is that time that we are in expectant hope for the change that God will birth into the world in the incarnate Word made flesh and blood.

When God mixes in – change happens. It isn’t always easy, it isn’t always fun, but God always leads us into a place where we can experience the Spirit in new and wonderful ways. After the change settles, the fun emerges as we realize how God is at work in this new way.

Be open, have fun, and worship God!

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October 26, 2015, 12:00 AM

the one where we are being re-formed


Sermon Text: John 8: 31-36

Grace and peace to you from God our Father and our Lord and Savior Jesus who is the Christ – will y’all pray with me? Let the words of my mouth and the meditations of all our hearts be acceptable in your sight O Lord, our rock and our redeemer… amen!

This is a big day and a big week for us. So much excitement surrounding this time of year that people have looked forward to for a long time. I know I looked forward to it! I’m of course talking about Back to the Future Day! October 21st was the day that Marty McFly and Doc Brown arrived in the future – a future full of hover boards, flying cars, Jaws 19 and the Cubs winning the World Series. Granted that movie was fiction and not all it’s ‘predictions’ and ‘visions’ have come true – Sorry Cubbies, I guess you’ll have to wait till next year… again… what, was there another day I was supposed to be excited for?

But, reminiscing about what Back to the Future anticipated and imagined what the future might be like, reminded me a bit of what Dr. Martin Luther envisioned and imagined the church to look like 30 years after he kicked the Reformation into high gear. Let alone, 498 years since that day he banged some paper to the door of the city church in Wittenberg.

As we think about Back to the Future, there are those who will cry out – where is my flying car and the skyways to drive them all? Where is my re-hydrator to cook my tiny pizzas and turn them into full size pizzas? Where’s the jacket that dries itself? And finally – where’s my hoverboard?! We can look back and see that things haven’t necessarily turned out the way we would’ve wanted them to. Our vision for the future back then was pretty ambitious – maybe even a bit farfetched – but, it was so tantalizing. It felt so close, where’d we stray from the path that led us here instead of over there?

Reformation Sunday is kind of like that too for me. Sure, it’s an opportunity that we as Lutherans like to ‘pat’ ourselves on the back, sing “A Mighty Fortress,” and reminisce a bit about all the good ‘we did’ for the church. There’s tendency to do that, but I really don’t like to do that at all. I feel it is things like that that continue to divide us and pull us away from what Luther felt God was leading us towards. I also think that if Luther walked into the world today he’d probably have some pretty harsh words for us (he was prone speak his mind after all, not a lot of it being very nice).

The thing that I believe he’d say first would be, “What happened?”

As we read our first lesson today – which is one of my favorite lessons in the Old Testament – we read of a future that God envisions for the world through Jeremiah. A future where everyone knows the Lord, and it is written on the hearts of God’s people. I imagine that text was playing on Luther’s heart as he sought to ‘reform’ the church that he loved and cared for and served in.

Where he posted those issues that he had with how the church operated and veered from scripture about people’s salvation and the love of God. Where he sought to empower all people – the entirety creation – in stating that they were important and that they mattered in the life and community of God.

And, as I remember those things, as I remember the Reformation and commemorate this day, I too ask – where’d did we veer from that path? Sure much good has come from the work that Luther and the other reformers began – we are more ecumenical now than ever before, for us as Lutherans we continually preach a theology about grace and love being open to all – that there isn’t anything that you have to do to receive that grace. God gives it freely, and with that gift our response is to love and to serve and do ‘good works’ throughout our lives.

But, because of the Reformation there is more desire to ‘split’ the body and community of Christ if our views differ in any way. We’ve been ‘given permission’ to break. So we do.

With the Reformation, we have a tendency to just look back and be proud of what happened and being content with that, not looking to the world around us and seeing where God is still leading us today.

Where we as a people feel more and more spiritually depleted because in some way we may not feel ‘good enough’ for God to love us, or use us, or be present with us.

Where we feel that ‘those over there’ are the ones that God doesn’t love, or use, or is present with because they are different from us.

Where the Words of God are used more as a weapon than as the cradle that holds Christ and tells us all of God’s love and presence with creation – all of creation.

I think about all those things on this day – this important day in the life of the Church. On this day that we commemorate what one man began that led us here. Where so much, so much, good has come to pass because of that day where Luther nailed his 95 issues with the church of his day, but where I see and many others feel that there is still more work to be done with us, through us, and on us.

The images that I love for this Reformation Day is one that is very present on my stole – that image of fire. Fire can be pretty dangerous, incredibly dangerous, but fire and heat are also used to create some absolutely wonderful creations. Metal and glass can be molded and shaped if you get them to the right temperature. It is beautiful and mesmerizing to see those artisans at work as they shape and form the blobs of metal and glass before them.

Reformation Day for me, is a constant reminder that we are still being reformed, we are always in a constant state of reforming. It isn’t that God worked through Luther and the reformers of almost 500 years ago and said, “Well look at that, it is done. They’re good to go! They are set and will never need to be changed!”

No. Not at all. We are always being made new. Always. We are always in the process of being formed and shaped. Envisioning the kingdom of God and how we can be a part of that process and make that a reality and the reality for the world – the entire world.

When asked at the end of the Back to the Future trilogy – Jennifer asks Doc Brown that her future that she saw had been ‘erased.’ Doc says it hasn’t been written yet. Your future is whatever you make it to be!

As we think and commemorate and celebrate this day of Reformation in the church, I hold on to that quote from Doc Brown – your future is whatever you make it to be. Of course, the future we have has been written – it is written on our hearts – that law, that love, that presence of God has been poured into us through our baptisms. The love of God is present with us always. Guiding us, shaping us, and leading us towards that future.

So, on this Reformation Day, how do we envision the future to come? Where do we see the future coming to be in 30 years – 15 years – 5 years – tomorrow? Is that a future where we just look back and continue to remember what others did or is it a future where we are looking forward to see where God is continuing to lead us?

As we participate in that future with God as our guide, we remember our baptisms and the gift that has been given to us. We participate in the communion that has been given for us. That nourishment of body and blood that sends us out into the world filled with God’s presence.

Where we continue to be in worship – not because we have to, but because it is within worship that we are continually reminded of God’s love for us. Where we know that we hear those words through scripture, song, liturgy, and message that we are loved, forgiven, accepted, and sent. No matter what.

That future where we are being re-formed through prayer, through our giving, through our continued learning from scripture and one another. Our fellow sisters and brothers in this place, the ones not yet here, and those outside these walls that help to continually shape our community and vision of the kingdom of God.

We do all this. And then we do it again. And again. And again.

Why? Because we are a work in progress, we are constantly being re-formed into the image and community of God. God is continually there leading us, guiding us, and shaping us into that new creation. Where we do know God, the law and love are written on our hearts. Knowing that our sin is remembered no more.

One of my favorite theologians – who happens to be a martyred Catholic Archbishop is Oscar Romero from El Salvador. If you go into my office you can see a quote from him on my wall, and I wanted to share a little bit from that quote as I end this sermon…

Archbishop Romero writes…

This is what we are about: We plant the seeds that one day will grow. We water seeds already planted, knowing that they hold future promise. We lay foundations that will need further development. We provide yeast that produces far beyond our capabilities

I love that. We are a part of something great and grand. The gift that we have been given by God, the seeds that Luther sowed, the foundations that the reformers and all those after laid, are still at work. We are still a part of that work, that process of re-formation.

God’s work isn’t done. God is still at work. Helping us make the future that has already been written. The future that has been written on our hearts, that future that has been poured into us through our baptism. The future that Jesus brought into the world through his death on the cross and his resurrection in the victory over sin and death.

That future that we play a role in – through our prayer, and our service, and our learning, and our giving. Where all that is strengthened and enriched through our baptisms, our worship, and our communion.

That’s Reformation Day. A day where we remember not a finished work, but a work in progress. A wonderful work where we head back to the future that God set before us and wrote upon our hearts. Amen!

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October 19, 2015, 12:00 AM

the one where we can be jerks...


Sermon Text: Mark 10: 35-45

Grace and peace to you from God our Father and our Lord Jesus who is the Christ – will y’all pray with me? Let the words of my mouth and the meditations of all our hearts be acceptable in your sight O Lord, our rock and our redeemer; amen!

Anyone that has children, has had children, or works with children knows that they are some of the most optimistic beings on the face of the planet. Sometimes it is refreshing to hear their shouts of joy and glee in the face of adversity, other times it is downright frustrating. Especially if your child is saying, “Daddy – I think the Rangers are going to win. I know it!” Even though the score is 6-3 with 2 outs in the top of the 9th and the Blue Jays only need one more strike… Which of course, was the case for me this past week.

So, yes – children are incredibly optimistic. My daughters and I’m sure many of the children you see and interact with every day espouse about what they are able to do – which is pretty much anything and everything. Right? Can you run faster than a car! I can do it! Catch every ball thrown to you? Of course, I’m able to do that! Finish this sermon for me? Of course I’m able to do that! In fact, I’m told that this optimistic view on life really doesn’t stop for quite a few years. Kids always seem to know more than their parents and those in authority.

But, I think we as a people can be this way too. There are many times that we can and we are enthusiastic about the things that we are able to do. Even when the odds are long stacked against us, when the outcome is even potentially harmful to us or others, doesn’t matter we’re gonna get it done because we are able!

Sometimes we’re overly optimistic about what we can do because we don’t listen as intently as we should. We see the glory of what could happen or what we want to happen without realizing all the other ‘stuff’ that is needed to achieve that goal or outcome.

Sure, I know I have the ability to run a mile in under four minutes. I got relatively close when I was in high school. The only thing that got in the way was training, and food, and life. If not for those things – you bet I could’ve run under four minutes! Of course, I didn’t listen to my coaches when they said if you want to do this – then you’ll have to experience this and it’s not always going to be fun or easy or triumphant.

I think about all this when we come to this story in our gospel this morning with James and John – the sons of Zebedee. This conversation that they have with Jesus comes right – immediately – after Jesus has foretold of his own death and resurrection. Again, for the third time. Each time Jesus has told his disciples about what is to come, it is usually followed by the disciples not really getting it and jumping to conclusions. In fact, the last time Jesus foretold his death and resurrection, which was only a few chapters ago in Mark’s gospel, the disciples started arguing about who would be the greatest among them.

It’s like they haven’t been listening. It is almost like they are the Lloyd Christmases of the world (from Dumb and Dumber fame) who when heard that there was a 1 out of 100 chance he could end up with the girl, he exclaimed, “So you’re telling me there’s a chance!” Overly optimistic. Not listening.

The disciples hear ‘glory,’ ‘rise again,’ ‘messiah.’ They don’t know what it all means, but they want to make sure that they are getting a piece of that action. So, James and John come to Jesus and ask probably the most presumptuous question in all of scripture – We want you to do for us whatever we ask of you.

Wow. That takes guts. I don’t think I’ve ever asked that sort of question. To anyone in my life.

You’d think, as the reader, that Jesus’ response would be. “No. I’m not walking into that trap.” But, Jesus doesn’t do that here. His response throws us – it threw me – for a loop. He answers, “What do you want to ask of me?”

Their response is – we want to sit at your right and left hand when you come into your glory. When you reign over the earth as Lord and messiah – we want to be right there – at the front – in full view. We want people to know us and see us sitting next to you and with you at the table in those places and seats of honor. That’s what we want. Nothing more than that.

Jesus’ response – you keep using those words, but I don’t think it means what you think it means.                                 

Of course, when the others hear about this they are pretty upset too. Sure, we’d like to think they are upset because their friends had the gall to ask Jesus such a question – they should know better! But, in actuality, they are upset because James and John asked it first. They want the same thing. They too want that seat of glory. They’re just upset and jealous that they didn’t ask first.

Of course, Jesus lays it down that what they ask for isn’t necessarily what they might want. Reigning and being in glory in the Kingdom of God is not the same as it is in the ‘world.’ That attaining glory in this way doesn’t mean lording it over others. It doesn’t even mean that you’re looked up to by those around you.

Being in God’s glory doesn’t mean that spotlight is placed upon you. You’re not going to be going on The Tonight Show or touring the country receiving so much fame and fortune.

There will be those that want you to think that’s what living a life of glory is like and should be like. But, we know that’s not the case. That isn’t how God operates.

Jesus is even laying it on pretty heavy for the disciples. Acknowledging to them that what they are asking of – and what they eventually will get – is suffering comparable to Jesus. James will be one of the first martyred for his faith. John – scholars believe – dealt with suffering of his own even if it is believed that he lived into old age.

What Jesus is trying to get across to his disciples and get across to us – is that though we might ask of similar questions of Jesus, and when Jesus in turn asks us – “Is this what you want, are you able?” it might involve more than what we’d expect when we answer, “We are able.”

Drinking from the cup that Jesus drinks and being baptized in the same baptism that he is brings us into opportunities to suffer. Maybe not in death or in physical harm as it did for Jesus and his disciples, but it does bring us at odds with those around us. It brings us into to ‘conflict’ with the general consensus of the world. It might mean that it fractures relationships that we have with others because we view issues differently.

So, what might that look like? We begin confirmation this afternoon. Yet, the lives and schedules of our children are more filled than ever before. Sunday is no longer the day of ‘rest’ or worship that it was even when I was in middle school and high school 15-20 years ago. I know of stories where coaches or others in leadership roles in our children’s lives have said – if you’re not here, you won’t play. No excuse is going to be heard. It doesn’t matter where you are – if you’re not here, you won’t be out on the field. I know that happens, I’ve seen it happen.

I remember when I was in high school and I worked at Blockbuster and my boss was floored when I told him I couldn’t work on Sundays. Why? Because I had worship and youth. For me that was more important than telling people where to find such-and-such movie. I took a financial hit at a young age. I was eventually let go because I wasn’t ‘all-in’ to the business of Blockbuster. That is a small form of suffering.

In the midst of the tragedies that our world and country live through – the numerous shootings and acts of violence place people in precarious situations. There is the human reaction of wanting to exact revenge in some way. To ‘get ours’ in some fashion. To draft laws and rulings that give everyone a means to protect themselves.

Then there is the other thought – that goes against the majority – that says more isn’t necessarily better.  This is suffering too – especially since it goes against what many in our families – my family – would say.

We still haven’t even touched on what Jesus actually says in this gospel reading. That being lifted in glory requires us to serve those around us. Being in glory in the world has people look up to you, but in the kingdom of God, people will look down because you’re intentionally placing yourself lower so that others needs might be served. We come to serve – we live to serve – we have faith to serve.

This life of faith calls us to look out for others before we lookout for ourselves. That’s what Jesus asks of us when we optimistically cry out, “We are able!” Just as James and John cried out – yet they still ran when the time came to think of others before themselves.

That’s the tricky part. That’s the part that keeps us from fully living into what God calls of us. And that happens to everyone – even your pastor. We get scared, we get anxious. We get leery of serving others, putting ourselves ‘out there’ that goes against what the world calls for. Mostly because we don’t think anyone is out there serving us as well.

So, we cry out – we are able, yet become shy when the opportunity arises to be able in our faith; in our proclamation of God’s love and kingdom.

The wonder that we receive in this reading this morning – is that Jesus knows this. I’m fully confident that as Jesus hears James and John say, “We are able!” He knows that they’ll fall. Yet, he still has faith in them. Eventually they’ll ‘get it.’ As the rest of the disciples will as well.

Not because they’ll do it on their own, but because the Spirit will be present with them. They won’t be alone. They’ll be fed, they’ll be led. They won’t be alone.

God is with us as well. We will cry out today and many days in the future, “We are able!” When we are called upon by God. Yet we will fall short. We’ll run, we’ll stay quiet, we will remain seated. It’ll happen. It happens to all of us.

Yet, God doesn’t stop working on us. Jesus doesn’t leave us out to dry. The Spirit doesn’t abandon us. We work together. We work with one another.

We serve, and we are raised. We drink from the cup that Jesus drinks. We are baptized into his baptism. We are called and claimed by God. We continue to proclaim that we are able – and with Christ – we are. Amen.

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October 12, 2015, 9:00 AM

the one where we breathe...


Sermon from October 11, 2015

Sermon Text: Mark 10: 17-31

Grace and peace to you from God our Father and our Lord and Savior Jesus who is the Christ – will y’all pray with me? Let the words of my mouth and the meditations of all our hearts be acceptable in your sight O Lord, our rock and our redeemer, amen!

I want everyone to take a deep breath right now. Go ahead – I mean it. Take a deep breath.

We’ve been through a lot this past week. We have been witness to images and stories that seem all too surreal. We’ve seen pictures of places that we know, we’ve heard from people that many of us can probably trace our relationships to either directly or through a few friends. We have seen the destructive power of nature in our midst. The images and stories we have seen and heard are those that we’d normally see in places ‘far from here.’ Not – 30 minutes away.

For me, the destruction of this storm hits very close to home – very close. When my family moved to South Carolina in 1996 we moved to Forest Acres. I went to Dent Middle School, I went to Richland Northeast High School. I lived on Bridgewood Road, just a corner away from a portion of Rockbridge Road – that I drove over, ran over, and biked over for 5 years – that no longer exists.

My home church has been the command center for the Forest Acres Police Department and will be for the foreseeable future. They are also housing the National Guard as well.

I have friends and family who have lost possessions, who have lost homes, who have lost lives. My nephew and niece’s home was underwater. A friend of my sister died in the flood. Too many of the homes that I ran past as I trained for cross country in high school have been severely damaged.

As I was helping to deliver donated supplies to help those in need, I had a chance to drive – as best and as safely as I could – through my old neighborhood. Everything looks normal enough, just slightly blurred enough to know that something major happened here. The puddles in the ground that made me wonder how high the waters were here, the branches in the road that made me question if there was a bigger part of that tree that was somewhere else – or did it thankfully hold strong? Then there were the more overt signs of devastation, the numerous blocked roads, the numerous cars lying in ditches or abandoned on the side of the road, and the gaping holes where a road used to be.

Seeing those images on TV of places that I am so familiar with has been difficult for me to process. In seminary one of my favorite professors would always ask the question – Where is God in all this?

Where is God in all this?

A few might say that God was in the storm, wreaking havoc upon a people and a time that have turned back from a particular way of moral living (that just so happens to align with their own views – funny how that works out that way). That’s not where I see God in this…

Many see God in the fact that the storms ended and the sun emerged. In fact, one of our local weathermen – distraught and in stress over the past few days of storms – was overcome with emotion on air because he saw the sun. Yeah, I can see God there.

But, more often than not. I can see and we are witness to God at work in the midst of these crises and the days after through the lives of those around us.

One of my favorite quotes is from a beloved TV show of many of us in our youth watched – Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood. In an episode where he talked to children about bad things that happen in the world – violence or natural disaster he said this,

“When I was a young boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people helping.’”

And, boy have we seen God at work through those many helpers in our world, in our state, in our lives this past week.

A friend of Erin and mine was pleading through social media for help to rescue her husband who was stuck in what turned out to be one of the hardest hit areas during the storm. She asked for help on Facebook and Twitter. I and others sent messages out to those within our circles of friends to find someone – anyone – who was willing and capable of helping her husband. In fact, out of all the people that sent a message to WIS – my message was read. A person heard my name, contacted me on Facebook, and we coordinated as her husband drove out to help my friend – he just happened to be a former Navy rescue diver. My friend was rescued by an avalanche of volunteers and trained personnel.

There were stories of those who took their small boats and glided down their streets to help neighbors and evacuate those stuck in their homes. Stories of those who saw stranded motorists in danger and helped bring them to safety. Stories of those first responders who stayed out in the storm and rain to rescue those in need. A story of a retired pastor who waded out in to waist high water to retrieve caskets that had been unearthed in the flood waters.

Then there are the stories of those people who have helped since the waters receded and the sun emerged from behind the clouds. The stories of those who have driven countless miles to help in clearing and securing roads. The stories of those who have collected supplies and money to give to those in need. The stories of those who have opened their homes to the many who have been displaced.

There are still more stories to emerge. There are more opportunities for God to work in the midst of this tragedy. More opportunities for us to live out our calls as followers of Christ to be with those in need. Those in need who are no longer people we don’t know or in places we’ve never been. But, who are people that we’ve met, in places that we’ve frequented. It gives us an opportunity for God to work through others so that we too might be helped.

As I read the Gospel for this morning, I wondered what in the world I was going to preach on in light of the tragic events of this past week. How I could hear the conversation between this man and our Lord in a way to see God at work in my life – in our lives – right now.

Where this man says confidently – Jesus what do I need to do? What else do I need to do? I haven’t killed anyone, I’m faithful to my wife, I love my parents, I don’t steal – what more can I do?

Out of love – Jesus tells him that he can give up all that he owns and follow him.

But, the man can’t do it because he’s got a lot of stuff. He turns away.

Stuff, things. Items.

As I hear this conversation my mind is drawn to the things that people lift up that aren’t really that important – the things that I lift up that aren’t really important. The things that get in the way of us loving one another, being in service to one another, being in relationship with God and our neighbors.

It is hard to let go. To give away those things that we love and cherish and feel that ‘identifies’ us fully. When Jesus asks us to stop looking towards those other ‘things’ that draw us way from God, it’s difficult for us to do so. We like our things. We like our stuff that we collect – the physical and the non-tangible. Those things that we ‘cling’ to that we feel makes us ‘us.’

One of my favorite news stories that brought some brevity to the floods in Columbia was the woman who made sure she had her Totinos and her doggie. She knew all she needed was some food and a loving relationship.

It is here in this place that we realize that all we need – is some food and a relationship of love – as we follow the one who calls to us through our baptisms. That in the craziness of our lives, in the midst of destruction and tragedy, we know we can come to this place and be fed and welcomed into the loving relationship of our Lord.

That food that nourishes us and that relationship that is lived out in the community in this place. Where we are loved, cared for, forgiven, and accepted. Why? Because we are God’s. Not because of the house we live in, the clothes we wear, the ‘stuff’ we have. Simply because we are God’s creation; God’s children. Claimed in our baptism, fed at the table, and sent into the world to proclaim that love to people and places who yearn to hear the same.

So yes, we breathe today, we take deep breaths. We remember that in spite of all that has happened this week. In spite of all the news of devastation and destruction that has happened in our state, we see God at work. Reminding us again and again of God’s presence, of God’s love, of God’s relationship.

That God is here with us always, those possessions – don’t worry about that stuff. Let it go. Follow him. Amen!

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