Wednesday, January 31, 2024

A Last Word (Paragraph) on Casting Out the Unclean Spirit

 I've been thinking about Sunday's sermon--no, not this Sunday's sermon, but last Sunday's, on Jesus and the unclean spirit that he cast out.  I'm pleased with how I ended the sermon:

Jesus gives us a new commandment to love each other, and he shows us that one of the surest ways to do that is to actively invite one and all to the table to share a meal together. In this time that seems full of devils that try to drive us all apart, let this be the year that fight the forces of evil in all the ways that we can. We may not be able to cast out demons as decisively as Jesus did, but we have power in our possession, power by being possessed by Christ and filled with the Holy Spirit, a power so simple that it can’t be taken away from us, a power that miraculously moves beyond what human knowledge can understand, a power that prevails.

Tuesday, January 30, 2024

Meditation on This Sunday's Gospel

The readings for Sunday, Feb. 4, 2024:

First Reading: Isaiah 40:21-31

Psalm: Psalm 147:1-12, 21c (Psalm 147:1-11, 20c NRSV)

Second Reading: 1 Corinthians 9:16-23

Gospel: Mark 1:29-39

Again we see Jesus early in his ministry, which at this point, seems to consist of healing and casting out demons. The issue of rest, or lack of it, speaks to me in the Gospel this week.

Notice that Jesus heals Simon's mother-in-law--and what is the first thing that she does? She gets up and serves them. Maybe she shows the appropriate response: what to do with a miraculous healing? Why, cook dinner, of course. But the story reminds me of many female friends I have who will get up from their sickbeds, even when they're burning with fever, to do things for the family, like cooking dinner or doing the laundry. What's behind this busyness?

Also this story faintly foreshadows the story of Mary and Martha. Martha can't stop her frantic rushing around, getting the meal ready. Mary takes time out of daily tasks to listen to Jesus.

Look at Jesus, later in the chapter. He's been on a whirlwind tour of preaching and healing. He gets up early in the morning, "a great while before day" (verse 35), and he retreats. He goes to a lonely place.

It's getting harder and harder to find lonely places. In graduate school, I used to get up at 4 in the morning to get some writing done--it was wonderful, because all the stores were closed at that hour, everyone slept, and because we couldn’t afford cable, there was nothing on TV--no distractions, in other words. I still often get up early to enjoy the lack of distraction.

We could learn a lot from Jesus--turn off the TV, don't answer the phone, disconnect from the Internet, stop our busy chasing after we don't even know what anymore. In short, we need to go to a lonely place.

Notice, too, that Jesus doesn't just flop on a rock and zone out. Jesus spends his down time praying. He uses this Sabbath Time to get in touch with God. We daydream about a lot of things to recharge our batteries: trips to a spa, a super vacation, early retirement. But the way Jesus shows us is simplicity incarnate.

God calls us to a servant's destiny. We are put on earth to be of service to others, doing the same things that Jesus did: preaching, feeding, teaching, healing. People who scoff at the idea of service often fail to understand what wonderful community can be formed during these times of service. Through our service and community building, we become more connected, which heals us—and the world—in all sorts of ways.

But God doesn't expect us to do these things without periods of rest. We need times of retreat, even if we can only schedule short times. We need times of prayer. We need time to listen for God, because the cries of the needy can drown out the still, small voice of God. We need time to refresh, and the easiest way to renew ourselves for the tasks ahead is to pray. The world, with all its aching yearning, will still be there after we emerge from our time of retreat.

Monday, January 29, 2024

Winter Weather Inspirations

When we left the house yesterday morning, we thought we'd stay for the covered dish dinner after the worship service at Faith Lutheran in Bristol, Tennessee.  But as we approached the higher elevations at 7:45 in the morning, snow started to swirl.  On the other side of the mountain, in Bristol, it wasn't snowing, but the forecast called for rain to turn to snow in the early afternoon, so we decided not to stay for lunch.




On our way back across the mountains, I was surprised by how much snow had stuck to the ground and the trees while we were in Bristol.  The roads were still in good shape, wet, yes, but not frozen.  I was glad we had decided to get back earlier than planned.  The higher elevations were under a winter storm warning, so it was good to get up and over earlier rather than later.




Later, I tried to sketch what I had seen. As with last year, the first glance of a winter landscape looks like variations of gray and black to me, but when I look closer, I see lots of browns, along with some deep greens and burgundies.  I continue to try to capture what I see, but both my skills and my art supplies (Copic markers) are inadequate.


In many ways, it's much more fun to take the longer view (and to take more time):



Last week, I tried to sketch the winter sky, as it shifted from blue to snow, and I thought I had failed.  I was happy to look at my sketchbook last night and like this picture more than I remembered:



A goal for my sketching practice for this year is to include snippets of observations that might become poems.  Here's one of my favorites so far (the sketch itself doesn't photograph well):

Squirrels scamper
across the spines of winter trees.
Skeletons of past springs.
Sunset coming, cold winter sky.

Soon I will bundle up and head out for a different kind of inspiration, the kind that comes from a walk in the winter landscape.  It's the kind of day that will be windy and cold all day, so I may as well go early before I can talk myself out of it. 

Saturday, January 27, 2024

Scattered Saturday

Despite having had a good week, I feel a bit scattered today.  Let me collect a few thoughts and see if they cohere:


--A week from tomorrow, I need to have a 1-2 page bibliography for my Environmental History of Christianity class, so this morning, I did some library/online searches.  I've gone from being afraid that I might have no sources to being afraid that I have too many sources--and afraid that any ideas I have may have been done to death already.

--In that class, I could avoid a big paper by being part of a small group that would meet by way of Zoom periodically (4-6 times for the term) and discuss other works.  I think I prefer to write the paper.  The small group might be wonderful, but I really need the flexibility of an asynchronous class.  I don't want to have to commit to a Zoom session--and frankly, I don't have as much time as I once would have for a scheduled meeting.

--Today I need to plan for the PowerPoint I need to create for Thursday.  Tomorrow at church, I'll need to take some photos.  Here's the assignment:

Create an upload a 10-15-slide “Show and Tell” PowerPoint/Canva (or any software of choice) presentation introducing your worshiping tradition/s, both past and current.

It needs to have images and/or videos, and it needs to cover baptism and communion and what worship spaces look like.  So I need to make sure I have some images.

--Yesterday I went for a mid-afternoon walk in shorts and a long-sleeved T-shirt, and returned home very sweaty.  Yes, I returned home sweaty on the last Friday afternoon in January.

--I saw this article in The New York Times and thought the title would make a great line for a poem:  What do you call a galaxy without stars?

We have lots of rain in the forecast today, so let me bring this writing to a close and head out for my walk.  The weather conditions aren't likely to be better later.  I'm pretty sure I won't return home sweaty this morning.


Thursday, January 25, 2024

January: The Cruelest Month or the Comfort Month?

 Whoever said that April is the cruelest month was wrong--or he lived in England.  I do realize that T. S. Eliot is the one who first penned the line.  However if you Google the line because you want to be sure that you're remembering where it was in "The Waste Land," you'll discover all sorts of trivia, like that it was a title for an episode of Beverly Hills 90210.

No, I think that January is the cruelest month, where it seems that winter has settled in to stay, like a tenant who is at first happy to live at discounted rates in your cottage, but then begins to complain about things you can't possibly fix.  Or about things you dread fixing.  Or maybe the metaphor doesn't work at all.

My spouse and I were talking about January weather.  We are expecting highs near 70 degrees tomorrow.  The temps will be high for January, in part, because of the thick cloud cover that keeps the January heat from escaping.  I would rather have cloudy warmth than cold sunshine, but my spouse is the opposite.  That's not accurate either.  My spouse really missed the warmth and sun of South Florida.

I thought of January cruelty yesterday when I went in to give blood so that the lab could check my health.  Happily, the phlebotomist was wonderful--no cruelty in that needle stick. 

It's January when so many of us bump up against the reality of the riotous living we've enjoyed at the end of the year.  It's January when we try to get back on track.  Cruel, cruel January.

Or maybe I need to reshape my thinking.  Maybe January is the month that reminds us of the better selves that we want to be.  Maybe January is the comfort of the loved ones (human and pets) who always welcome us back with open, loving arms.

Yesterday, after writing an e-mail commiserating about the harsh reality of January, I finished an e-mail this way:

"But know that health can be regained. And it's easier to regain health than it is if one had never been healthy and suddenly needed to adopt healthier habits. The body remembers and wants to be of service to us. Spring will be here soon--resurrection is not only possible, but assured."

May it offer hope to us all.

Wednesday, January 24, 2024

Thinking about Bonhoeffer and Our Current World

 Last night, we watched the 2003 documentary Bonhoeffer.  I needed to watch it for Systematic Theology class on Thursday, and I wanted us to watch something other than the Court TV kinds of shows that have consumed my spouse lately.  I found it riveting, although it wasn't unfamiliar material to me.  Let me collect some thoughts that might not have cohered into a focused essay:

--I wrote this Facebook post:  "Watching a Bonhoeffer documentary for my Systematic Theology class, wondering about New Hampshire primary results, about past being prologue, about history not repeating but rhyming, -- and feeling really intrigued by this new seminary community that Bonhoeffer was creating before the Nazis shut it down. It's not new info to me, but feels newly pertinent."

--I know that I'm predisposed to focus on this topic, but I was surprised by how often Bonhoeffer thinks about how to create/protect community.  I know, I know, he wrote a whole book called Life Together.  It made me wonder what advice he would have to give us now as our communities seem to be torn into bloody tatters.

--Long ago, I read Life Together, but it wasn't what I expected or wanted.  I should revisit it.

--I used to be very judgmental about the churches who tried to keep themselves safe by signing agreements with Hitler or by living in ways that deflected attention.  I now have more sympathy for those impulses, that idea that if we can just survive, that is not something to discount.  I don't get the idea that all of those churches/pastors/leaders were antisemitic, so much as I think they wanted to save their skins and live until the danger was past.  I am not sure that all of those people knew what was going on, but I am no longer as sure of that.

--I had either forgotten or had never known that Bonhoeffer's group tried to kill Hitler more than once.  I thought that there was a botched attempt, which exposed them all and sent them to concentration camps.

--Before they were arrested the family had devised a way of communicating with themselves in prison.  They were allowed to have books, so the person sending a message would put a small dot under a letter every few pages.  With these messages, they could keep track of what they were telling officials.

--They were tortured/interrogated, which Bonhoeffer's father said he feared more than death.

--I am also intrigued by the seminary that Bonhoeffer created.  Did he do something radically different?

--I was struck by how much Bonhoeffer traveled, especially as war efforts amped up.

--I thought about my college years, in 1983 and 1984 where I first heard about Bonhoeffer.  He seemed like one of the fathers of the Church, like Luther and Calvin, and it's sobering to realize that he hadn't been gone very long, 40 years, when I first heard about him.

--His theology seems much more severe, which makes sense, given what he was facing.  My thoughts circle back to the question of evil, and how evil moves in the world.  Those historic films of all the people cheering Hitler--so sobering, even when they're not unfamiliar.

--I'll be interested to see how we use Bonhoeffer's work in Systematic Theology.  Much of the course focuses on Jurgen Moltmann, who my professor says is the most important theologian of the 20th century.  Will the works speak to each other? 

Tuesday, January 23, 2024

Meditation on This Sunday's Gospel

 The readings for Sunday, January 25, 2024:


Deuteronomy 18:15-20
Psalm 111
1 Corinthians 8:1-13
Mark 1:21-28

What on earth are we to make of this Gospel? Here we see Jesus casting out demons, an act which might make us modern folks very uneasy. We don't believe in evil spirits, do we?

Do we?

In her book, Preaching Mark, Bonnie Bowman Thurston points out that the person who had demons was cast out of the worshipping community, and thus away from the presence of God. She encourages us to wonder what "demons" separate people from our worshipping community today.

We might broaden our scope to think about what “demons” separate people from their larger communities in general. We might turn our analytical skills back on ourselves. What separates us, as individuals, from the communities of which we yearn to be part?

For some of us, it is that we just do not feel worthy. In her book High Tide in Tucson, Barbara Kingsolver describes her childhood as a child who read a lot; as a consequence, she says she’s often surprised as a grown up to find that people really do want to be friends with her. Many of us suffer from the kind of low self-esteem that might be described as a demon plaguing us.

Or maybe we don’t want to be part of any of the societies we see around us. Maybe we’re turned off by the values which can be so different than ours. Maybe we’re surrounded by mean people, by greedy people, by people who do not want the best for us. It’s not a far stretch to describe some of the larger communities in our world as demon possessed; evil does seem to be in charge.

For many of us, the issue is time. We’re increasingly overburdened by our to-do list. For those of us still lucky enough to have jobs, we’re likely doing not only our work, but the work of those who have been fired or not replaced. We work longer hours, and then we have family commitments, and our possessions need attention. We never have much down time, even when we sleep or go on vacation. We may feel tormented by demons who never leave us alone, who bedevil us so much that we cannot think.

For many of us, those demons are our electronics. Many of us are possessed by our smart phones, by our Internet ramblings, by all the things which promised to connect us (the demon seduction) but that leave us with so little time to make real connections with that which would bring us joy.

For this week, let us think about all of our personal demons and all of our societal demons. Let us decide how we will attempt to cast them out. As a church, what can we do to minister to those afflicted? As individuals, can we be doing more to reach out to those who, for whatever reasons, feel on the outside of our communities?

When my mother-in-law was sick in the hospital, the hospital had us wear visitor stickers on our shirts. Sometimes I would forget that I was wearing mine, and I'd go to the grocery store. I noticed that people treated me more kindly. That sticker showed that I wasn't having a normal day.

We should go through our lives, seeing our fellow humans as wearing similar stickers that show their need for our gentle treatment. Think of what a different world we would inhabit if all people of faith made gentle treatment of their fellow humans a daily practice. Think of how those demons would be diminished.

Sunday, January 21, 2024

The Imagination of Jesus

This morning, I stumbled across an interview with Barbara Brown Taylor.  It ran in Issue 97 of Image, which appeared in Summer of 2018.  In some ways, it didn't tell me much that I didn't already know about Taylor's life and her views on the larger world.  But then I got to the end, which blew me away.  I'm putting a paragraph break that didn't exist in the original:

"In my view, Jesus changed lives because he was able to change the way people imagined their lives. He dared them to imagine the stranger as neighbor, the child as teacher, the enemy as mirror, the deity as loving father. He helped them imagine lepers, women, and Roman centurions as exemplars of faith. He asked them to imagine that the most important person at the table was the waiter, and that the end of the line was the place to be. At the moment I cannot think of a single story he told that was not intended to change the way his listeners imagined the world. 

I believe the arts can do the same thing. They can break my heart, rekindle my courage, wreck my prejudice, give me second sight. If they can do it better than most sermons can, then that’s because they give themselves to me unconditionally. They give me the best they’ve got and then they trust me to know what to do with it. If you think about it, that amounts to having huge faith in the power of the human imagination. Of course this artistic channel is also unregulated, and that scares some Christians I know. They worry that the human imagination will cook up something evil or unorthodox, transmitting it in ways that are difficult to police. One of the great things about Image is that it provides readers with a safe-enough meeting place for faith and the arts. If it were entirely safe, it wouldn’t be a powerful place, but since it’s willing to take risks, it is."

Friday, January 19, 2024

A Sunday Snow Day

Yesterday Faith Lutheran, the church that I serve in Bristol, Tennessee as a Synodical Appointed Minister, decided to cancel worship and Sunday school this Sunday.  I understand the decision; it's been snowing in Bristol for much of the week and more is expected, along with bitter cold.  The lay leadership looked at the weather, thought about the danger of us driving across the mountain in sub-zero temperature (so rare for North Carolina!), and the probability of minimal turn out, and they made the call.

I am glad that it's not up to me.  My weather on the other side of the mountain, 2 hours further south, is significantly different.  The lay leadership understands the congregation in a way that I don't.  And frankly, when I see clergy argue about whether or not to cancel worship services, I always agree with the people who argue for cancelling so that the more fragile members of the congregation stay safe.  I know enough people who feel that they must be in the pews if the church offers a service that I understand why it's important to cancel when the weather is treacherous.

For utterly selfish reasons, I'm glad they made this decision early because I haven't written my sermon for Sunday yet.  I've done some research, my spouse and I have had conversations about possible approaches, and I was ready to write, but it's fine with me that this sermon doesn't come into existence.

I may take advantage of this opportunity to attend a totally different service.  I'm taking Foundations of Worship in seminary this term, and here's one of our assignments:  

"Visit two liturgical settings unfamiliar to you (does not need to be on a Sunday). You have the
option of conducting one of the two visits online (synchronously or asynchronously). For each site,
write a 1000-1100-word brief that includes 1) your observations and reflection of the experience,
2) a theological analysis of a particular liturgical rite of your choosing from the service, and 3)
compare this rite with whatever corresponds from within the liturgical tradition/s most familiar to
you, describing your observations of similarities and differences."

Most of the opportunities are on a Sunday, so I don't have many options when it comes to completing this assignment, since most Sundays this term I'll be preaching.  I thought about Wednesday possibilities, but I'm in class on Wednesday night.

Let me keep thinking about how I can best use this snow day.

Wednesday, January 17, 2024

Meditation on This Sunday's Gospel

The Readings for Sunday, January 21, 2024:


First Reading: Jonah 3:1-5, 10

Psalm: Psalm 62:6-14 (Psalm 62:5-12 NRSV)

Second Reading: 1 Corinthians 7:29-31

Gospel: Mark 1:14-20

I'm interested that in this Gospel, people don't seem to hesitate. They don't weigh the cost of discipleship. They don't create a spreadsheet that compares the pros and the cons.

No, God beckons, and these men leave their normal lives immediately.

The story we get in today's Gospel seems like a young person's story. How hard is it to give up everything when you're young and don't really have all that much to give up? It's also a man's story--in today's Gospel, we hear about young men leaving the family fishing business. There are people left behind. One of the miracles of Jesus involves the healing of Peter's mother-in-law, which has always made me wonder about the wife he left behind. I'm assuming he left children behind too. There may be a reason why we don't hear about female disciples--someone must take care of the children, and it's not going to be people tramping across the countryside with Jesus.

In my younger years, the idea of giving up responsibilities and following Jesus sounded very appealing. Many days, it still does. But how might our world be different if we had centuries of emphasizing a different part of the ministry of Jesus? One of the reasons why these men were able to traipse around the countryside is because there were people funding the ministry. How might our world be different if we had had two thousand centuries of celebrating those who make ministry possible in this way?  For that matter, what if instead of celebrating the evangelizing apostles who went out with very little in their pockets, we celebrated the ones who stayed to build up the communities that the apostles created? We rarely celebrate settling deep roots into a community and staying put. We often see those churches as stagnant and out of touch, even if they're the ones supporting the local elementary school and teaching new immigrants and running the food pantry.

Most of us can't be the kind of disciple that leaves family and commitments behind to traipse the country. Many of us have been raised to believe that's what Christ wanted us to do--there's a Great Commission after all that tells us to go to all the lands and make disciples. We don't hear about the families that the disciples left behind. How are they supposed to cope?

Let us remember that there's more than one way to be missional. Today we celebrate a certain kind of disciple, and it's a kind of discipleship that has changed the world.

But let us also remember that God offers a variety of calls and invitations. At the root is always the idea that we'll be fishing for people. We have so many ways to fish for people.

How are you baiting your hook?

Tuesday, January 16, 2024

My January 14 Sermon

 We tried an experiment Sunday, January 14--my spouse taped me giving my sermon, minus the first minute, where I said I felt sympathy for Thomas, who will always be known as Doubting Thomas, and Nathaniel (John 1: 43-51) who said, "Can anything good come out of Nazareth?" The sermon is in 2 parts:

Monday, January 15, 2024

Out in the Cold on MLK Day

 Here we are, another MLK federal holiday, this time falling on the actual birth date of MLK.  Here we are, another Iowa caucus, but this year, the coldest weather ever faced by caucus goers.  It feels like we're in the middle of some substantial shifts, but it's too early to know how it turns out, too early perhaps to even understand the substantial shift.

Or maybe, as we think about the contours of history that shaped Martin Luther King, my state of mind is not unusual.  There have always been forces at work against the ones arcing towards justice.  Call those forces evil or capitalism or powers and principalities.  Call it ennui or inertia.  Maybe we always have apocalyptic weather somewhere to match the mood.  

One of the benefits of blogging/journaling is that I have a record.  There have been times that seem bleak, times that seem hopeful, and often, I don't remember it all accurately.  I do remember times that surprised me, both for good and for ill.  I remain committed to hope, even as I am aware of all the ways that our current situation could go terribly wrong.

It's also a benefit of having done wide reading in the field of history.  We've been in worse shape before.  I would still rather be a woman living right now than at any time in the past.  If I could time travel in a male body, would I?  Nope--I want the benefits of modern medicine of 2024, not modern medicine in 1955, when I would be more likely to have a heart attack in my male body.  I want the benefits of modern technology.  I want the societal improvements in terms of social justice, even as I am aware of how those rights are in danger of eroding.

This post is not the MLK post I thought I would write.  I am currently listening to the always brilliant Rebecca Solnit interview on On Being; it's an older interview, but it holds up well and is perfect for a day where we're celebrating MLK and shivering in the cold of electoral politics.

Sunday, January 14, 2024

First Minister's Annual Report

I've been working on my first ever Minister's Report to the Congregation.  It seems worth recording the report here, too.

Minister Kristin’s Report

My first Sunday at Faith Lutheran was the first Sunday in June.  As we drove over the mountains, I thought about all the changes that would occur in the landscape during my time as Synod Appointed Minister.  I was looking forward to getting to know the congregation and to celebrating the liturgical seasons together.

 In terms of worship, we’ve covered much territory together, from parables to apocalyptic texts to Advent and now the early days of Christ’s ministry.  I never stop looking for ways to connect the children’s sermon to the rest of the worship.  I’ve enjoyed seeing the worship space change.  We’ve experimented with different ways to do communion, and I appreciate the flexibility.

 We’ve had great times of fellowship—what wonderful meals we have shared!  Hearing about the other fellowship times that have happened during the week without me in attendance makes me happy.  Let’s not forget the wide variety of community outreach too:  raising money and gathering supplies for the local food pantry and a no-kill animal shelter, knotting quilts for Lutheran World Relief, and creating the Trunk or Treat event, just to name a few.  I am impressed with what a supportive community this church has created.

 We’ve had regular Sundays together and festival Sundays.  We’ve celebrated milestones, like the baptism that happened on the last Sunday of November.  What a treat to welcome a happy baby into our family of Christ!  On the first Sunday of February, and for the following few weeks, I’ll be working with children who haven’t had first communion instruction yet—another important milestone to celebrate.

 When I hear people talk (or read articles) about the ways the larger church is in trouble, I think of this congregation and all the ways this congregation negates arguments about how the Church is dying.  My faith has been strengthened by our time together, and I see evidence of God at work in this community.  I know that with churches like Faith Lutheran, all is not lost. 


Thursday, January 11, 2024

The Wisdom of the Quilt Group

Yesterday was a great day of quilting at Lutheran Church of the Nativity.  A group of us meets every Wednesday to make quilts for Lutheran World Relief.  I love the opportunity to do good in the world, and we have so many bins of fabrics that it's like being in fabric heaven.  But most of all, I love the chance to be with other women who have so much wisdom:

--We all know a lot about fabrics, quilting, and sewing machines.  We quilt in other parts of our lives too, so it's wonderful to hear about all the projects we're doing.

--Two of the members were there when decisions were made about the original building.  It's cool to hear about how the church was formed and how the land use decisions were made.

--Occasionally we have birthday cakes and salad lunches to celebrate each other.

--At yesterday's birthday celebration, we talked about how our younger selves and older selves are different, or not.  We talked about how we once saw older people as having different brains from the people they were when they were younger people, but now that we're older, our brains seem the same.

--I talked about how I am more willing to give people the benefit of the doubt, now that I am older.  Now I tend to believe that everyone is doing the best they can, that they are giving 100% or more of what they have.  Once, I viewed many people's efforts through a veil of suspicion.  That change is one of the major ways I'm less stressed.  Of course, it has also made higher ups mad at me, since many people who make it to positions of authority do not believe that everyone is doing their best.

We had less attendance in December, so we did more quilt top assembling, and I went through the bins to put fabrics together, which not everyone likes to do, but I love it.  Yesterday I got to see a lot of those choices as put together quilts--sweet!

Wednesday, January 10, 2024

A God Who Sins

Part of my sermon on the baptism of Jesus talked about John the Baptist teaching baptism for repentance of sin.  My spouse and I talked about the idea of Jesus having sins he needed to repent.  He was partly human, after all.  It wasn't hard to come up with a few times where he could have behaved more perfectly; the interaction with the Canaanite woman comes to mind (Matthew 15:  21-28).

Then I went back to revise and came up with these lines:

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If Jesus has sins to confess, Jesus who is part of the Triune God, do we also feel that God has need of confession?  Could we believe in an imperfect God?

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My spouse read the revised sermon and declared I had written a whole different sermon.  He advised taking these lines out.  I did, but mainly because I thought the idea of a God who sins, the Creator who sins, was too provocative.  Plus, I didn't develop the idea.  I don't want to throw out ideas that are bombshells and just leave them there, not when I'm preaching.  I don't feel like I have to answer all the questions, but I do feel like I should give a range of answers.  These questions felt more like the kinds we'd explore on a retreat.

Still, they intrigued me, so I wanted to record them.  Maybe I'll return to them.  Maybe another theological world is about to open to me, like when I first started thinking about rejecting God's omnipotence.

Tuesday, January 9, 2024

Meditation on This Sunday's Gospel


The readings for Jan. 14, 2024:

First Reading: 1 Samuel 3:1-10 [11-20]

Psalm: Psalm 139:1-5, 12-17 (Psalm 139:1-6, 13-18 NRSV)

Second Reading: 1 Corinthians 6:12-20

Gospel: John 1:43-51

In this week's Gospel, we see the start of Jesus' ministry--and what a simple start it is. A low pressure invitation to come and see.

Note what is left out of this narrative. I assume that many people declined Christ's invitation, for all the standard reasons: no time, conflict of interest, family commitments, laundry and grocery shopping to do, too much work to do before quitting time; we are people with responsibilities; we can't just abandon them to follow some guy around the countryside. Experts tell us that it takes 4-8 invitations before a friend will come with you to church. Imagine what Jesus faced as he offered invitations to total strangers.

And notice that Jesus carries on. Jesus doesn't go off in a huff. Jesus doesn't spend time complaining about how he'd rather have a different sort of ministry. Jesus doesn't whine to God that God promised him something different, one of those mega-churches perhaps. Jesus walks from town to town, issuing a simple invitation: Come and see. The ones who respond to the invitation offer the same invitation to their friends. Come and see.

There are several powerful messages for us here in this Gospel. We, too, have been offered this invitation. Come and see. And what are we to make of what we see? How do we respond? Do we tell others? Do our lives change? Can other people tell that we've been changed?

One of the tasks that God calls us to do is to transform the world we live in, to make the Kingdom of God manifest here on earth. No small task. But God has given us an example of how to do this: Christ's experiences on earth show us the way.

For those of us who are members of small churches or small ministries, we should take heart in this example. Jesus doesn't start with a huge group. Jesus doesn't start with a huge budget. Jesus doesn't even have a building to call his own. Jesus shows us what we can accomplish on a small scale--and that small scale is capable of transforming the larger society.

On a daily basis, an hourly basis, God constantly calls us to come and see. God always calls us to transform the world and God promises that transformation is possible, even probable. We are Resurrection People: Life blooms even in the middle of death, even in the deep midwinter.

Monday, January 8, 2024

Children's Sermon for Baptism of Our Lord

Yesterday, I knew what I wanted to say in my children's sermon.  We had had a baptism on the Sunday after Thanksgiving, and for the children's sermon that day, I told the children that in about 6 weeks, we'd see Jesus get baptized and amazing things would happen.  

Yesterday we talked about the amazing thing, the skies opening up and a voice proclaiming love for Jesus as he got baptized.  We talked about how that didn't happen when we had the baby baptism back in November.  Or did it?

Well, no, the skies didn't open over our church.  If that had happened, we'd still be talking about it.  Like with Jesus--we're still talking about it.  And yet, God proclaims that same love for us, that love that Jesus heard.

I talked about Martin Luther and his idea of how we can remember our baptism whenever we wash our hands or wash our faces, whenever we're in contact with water.  I taught them what "Baptismo sum" means.

I ended with what I think is most important, that they'll hear many voices throughout their lives, and hopefully, some of those voices will tell you how wonderful you are and how much you are loved.  But there are lots of voices out there, even religious voices, who might tell you how God doesn't love you, at least not until you do certain things.

I told them that throughout their lives, if they hear a voice that tells them that they're worthless or that God doesn't love them, then that's not God's voice.  God will always proclaim love for us, and that's one way we can know that we're hearing guidance from God.

I feel fortunate in that I'm fairly sure that these children come from loving homes with parents and grandparents who won't object to my theology of God's deep love for us all.  I have heard of parents who use the idea of a punishing God to control children--those parents would not have liked my children's sermon.

After the service, as I changed out of my robe in the sacristy, I got positive feedback about both my sermon for the children and my sermon for the grown ups--both had the same message about God's love for us, about how humans are consumed with the idea of sin and improving ourselves, but God might not be.  We talked about the current time period we're living in, how hard it is to ignore the messages constantly bombarding us, messages that tell us how awful we are.  And those who are close to the worlds/lives of children know that they are not O.K.

I know that a children's sermon can't fix that--but hopefully week after week of positive messages about God will help us all withstand the poison beamed at us from other sources. 

Saturday, January 6, 2024

Epiphany Ponderings

I was up early this morning, listening to the precipitation, trying to determine if it was rain or ice or sleet.  I thought of Epiphany, read T. S. Eliot's "Journey of the Magi," remembered a poem I had written in response (go here to read it), did some internet wandering, came across an idea in a blog post of mine, and wrote a few lines in response.

Two years ago, I wrote, "I am thinking of the angel warning Joseph in a dream to flee to Egypt, and he does. Did other parents in Bethlehem that night dream of angels with strange messages about their infant boys? Did they remember their dreams? Were they haunted by the memory?"

This morning I wrote about being frozen in place, unable to escape what's coming.  Part of me wants to turn it into a poem that references Gaza; part of me thinks it will be stronger if it's more universal.  Sadly, the death statistics out of Gaza, while shocking, are not unusual for any given year.  At least, I think that's true.

I took some pictures of the ice on the branches, pictures that have more a Halloween vibe than an Epiphany vibe.  Here's one:




I am also thinking of a squirrel who seems to be making a home in a pumpkin by our fenceline:




Hoping the animals would eat them, I put the autumn pumpkins down at the back fence after Thanksgiving.  For weeks, the animals have paid them no mind.  For the few days I was gone, they have now eaten their way through much of the largest pumpkin, and last night, I watched a squirrel hollowing out one of the other pumpkins.  I like to think that he is there now, listening to the rain/ice/sleet patter on his pumpkin home.

All of this may come together into a poem eventually.  Looking through my files, I'm amazed at how many Epiphany poems I have.  And I do remember that they didn't all come together immediately.   One of my favorites that I've written was published in Sojourners; go here for process notes and to read the poem. 

I am also thinking of the attack on the U.S. Capitol in 2021.  It seems there should be a poem that pulls that event into its Epiphany orbit, but anything I have to say poetically seems much too obvious at this point.

Let me add one more detail to this rather disjointed blog post:

Scholar Wil Gafney made this Facebook post last night:  "Merry 12th night! It is the 12th day of Christmas and instead of finality, there is a sense of expectation. Sometime during the night a number of sages trained in astrology and other sciences will come from the east. Tradition says they are three men but that little plural in Greek could also include women and no number is given. Tonight we celebrate the end of one holy season and the beginning of another."

Friday, January 5, 2024

Getting Ready for Epiphany

I know that many churches will not be celebrating Epiphany as its own Sunday.  Still, we could celebrate Epiphany as a season.  Here are two ideas:

--We could decorate.  I have this on the brain because yesterday I helped my mom and dad decorate their church in Williamsburg, St. Stephen Lutheran.  We got there to find that the heavy work had been done, the Moravian stars hung:



But even if you don't have the budget for these types of stars, you could still decorate.  We hung cardstock stars strung on ribbons.  Some of them had been decorated with glitter, and some were white.



This project would be so easy, and it makes the sanctuary so much more festive.  We looped them around the candles that line the walls, but if you're nervous/cautious about climbing and draping (as we all should be), you could string them in other ways.




--You could use star words even if you're not celebrating Epiphany.  Star words involve having a bag of stars with evocative words on them, words like "Peace" and "Say Yes" and "Say No" and "Patience" and on and on I could go.   You can find a more comprehensive list here.



Some people on social platforms will choose a star word for us.  Here's mine for 2024:


People use these words in all sorts of ways.  We could meditate on the word or use the word to focus on what God might say to us.  We could see how the word is used in the Bible.  We could do a Google search.  We could write for 5 minutes without stopping to see what comes up for us.

I wrote a blog post about the process and the possibilities here, and if you want to use your star words in a group, in a Bible study sort of process, I wrote a blog post about how to do that here.

I love the way Epiphany amplifies the Advent message of the importance of staying awake and alert. Some of us will hear God speaking through an angel choir.  Some will hear God speaking in dreams.  Some of us will have an encounter with a John the Baptist, some type of prophet that speaks God's word in a way that only he or she can.  But others of us will study the sky for years or decades, looking for a sign, waiting patiently.  Epiphany reminds us of the need to raise our eyes from the minutiae that can consume us, the need to stay alert as we study the expanse of what we don't fully understand, as we appreciate the mystery.

Thursday, January 4, 2024

A Colonial Lunch

Yesterday's weather was pleasant for January, and the Colonial Williamsburg info line told us that the Christmas decorations would be up until January 7, so we headed over for lunch.  Unfortunately, we got there just as they were finishing the process of taking them down, but happily, we still got to see a few.  We expected crowds, so we headed over to the King's Arm Tavern to get there just as the restaurant opened.

We took in the atmosphere and looked over the menu.  Our server put water glasses on our table, reminding us that we had clean water, safe to drink, which wouldn't have been the case in colonial days.  A nearby table asked what the colonial people would drink, and the answer was beer for all, even the children.  The father told his daughter that no, she couldn't have beer.

The child was actually more interested in her book than in beer or any other part of the lunch.  It did my heart good, although I understand how it was probably frustrating to her family. She made the kind of bargain that you might with younger children:  "If I eat 5 bites of my lunch, then can I read?"  I was that kind of reader too, and with the right book, I still can be.

The meal was full of historical information.  We learned that colonial gentlemen would try to impress women with their shapely calves, and if they didn't have shapely calves, they would put fabric in their socks or a wooden form--this led to the phrase "putting your best foot forward" because men would doff their hats, put a foot forward, and bow, while ladies surreptitiously surveyed their calves.  We learned about people traveling with huge napkins which they would tie around their necks (tying up loose ends) to protect their clothes from food.  We also had a lovely mini-concert on the Irish harp, and we learned that only Ireland has a national instrument, which is the Irish harp.

The other table was a family speaking Spanish, and I thought about how far the country has come:  we have water that is safe to drink, little girls who want to read, and more food than colonists could dream of.  We have dining rooms where people who can afford it can have a meal, all of us mixed together in ways that wouldn't have happened in the U.S. until late in the 20th century.

We decided to have onion pie for our lunch.  It was a mix of potatoes, onions, and apples, with a pie crust on top, and an egg on top of that.  I thought the chunks of potatoes, onions, and apples would be distinct from each other, but they were boiled into a mush.  It was a delicious mush, like a savory applesauce.  We had carrots and skinny beans on the side.



I made this Facebook post:  "When in Williamsburg, one should eat like a revolutionary. This onion pie is made from one of Martha Washington's recipes."

After lunch, we made our way down the street, being careful to avoid the horse poop from the carriage that had gone ahead of us.  We wanted to see the Bruton Parish Church; on previous trips, we hadn't been able to go inside.

It was truly beautiful (later, when I've uploaded the photos from my phone, I'll add them to this post).  The decorations were still in place, all made the way they would have been made in colonial times, which is to say, they were made from natural materials like magnolia leaves and pods and flowers.

I've been in historical churches before, always as a visitor, and I always wonder what it would be like if one was a regular worshipper there.  I imagine that sooner rather than later, one forgets the history, except when the building needs repair.

We made our way back to the car, a chillier walk as we faced the breeze.  I was glad to sink into the car, even as part of me wanted to be riding in a carriage.  I wondered what it would be like to work as a server in the restaurant or the people who walk around the town in character and in costume.  It looks like a fun job to me, a former drama club kid, but I realize in the end, it would be a job similar to other jobs that happen without the costumes and the colonial overlay.

It was a delightful lunch, both a trip back in time and a look to the future.  We returned home, nourished in all sorts of ways.

Wednesday, January 3, 2024

Meditation on This Sunday's Gospel

 The readings for Sunday, Jan. 7, 2024:



Genesis 1:1-5

Psalm 29

The voice of the LORD is upon the waters. (Ps. 29:3)

Acts 19:1-7

Mark 1:4-11

This Sunday marks the baptism of Christ. I can't help but think of all the years that are missing in this Gospel where we meet Jesus fully grown--what would Christ have been like, as an adolescent, as a young carpenter?

I love the words of God in this baptism: "Thou art my beloved Son; with thee I am well pleased." Note that God says this at the beginning of Christ's ministry, before Jesus has actually done much. In fact, in this Gospel of Mark, the baptism scene is our first introduction to Jesus. Mark doesn't give us a nativity story.

Here's the best news of all: God feels the same way about you.

God feels the same way about you: you are God's chosen ones; God is well pleased with each and every one of you.

For those of us who might have grown up with the idea of an angry God, a punishing parent of a God, this message can be quite powerful. God loves you, regardless of what you've done, in spite of what you've done. God's love has nothing to do with what you've accomplished. Certainly God has ideas of how we can live our best lives, in much the way a friend wants what's best for a friend, a parent wants a child to make choices that will lead the child to fulfillment. But regardless of what we've done or not done, regardless of the roads we've taken, regardless of how well we're living our mission to be the light of Christ in the world, God loves us.

This is a powerful message as we start the new year. For some of us, a new year is a chance to beat ourselves up over how much we haven't accomplished. We think of all the past resolutions we haven't been able to keep. We think of all the ways we haven't been our best selves. We think of all the people we've disappointed. We can quickly spiral into a vicious circle of self-hatred and depression.

God knows all the ways we might not deserve it, but God loves us anyway. Again, that's the great thing about being a Lutheran and believing in grace--God knows us completely, and God loves us thoroughly. We don't have to do anything to earn this love. Indeed, we can't.

Look at the great lengths God has gone to to let us know of that love. Think of the Christmas and Epiphany stories. God becomes a little baby, born in a stable--and why? To let us know of God's love. God becomes a refugee because of Herod's jealousy. God loves us so much--the Bible is full of stories that show God going to great lengths to show humanity this love. An observant person might say that God still goes to great lengths to get our attention.

This year, we celebrate the baptism of Jesus just one day after the feast day of the Epiphany.  This juxtaposition gives us an opportunity to see how differently people respond to this gift of grace and love. Herod is so threatened that he slaughters every child in Bethlehem and the surrounding region. John the Baptist, on the other hand, tells everyone about the coming arrival of Jesus.

How will you respond to God's great gift of love?

Monday, January 1, 2024

A Sermon for Christmas and New Year's Day

A week ago, we'd be waking up to Christmas morning. Before we get any further away, let me post my Christmas Eve sermon--it seems like a good sermon for New Year's Day too.


Luke 2: 1-20

I imagine that most of us have spent much of our lives hearing and telling this story of how Jesus came into the world. Most of us hear it at least once a year, at worship services like this one. Many of us have been part of Sunday School pageants that dramatized the story. And if we haven’t, we’ve probably gone to see beloved family members in Christmas pageants and holiday offerings of all sorts.

As I thought about this sermon, I thought, what new could I possibly have to say? And then I went for a walk with a pastor friend of mine who has a son who is the campus minister at the University of South Carolina. She told me about her son’s radically different approach to the Luke narrative, and I spent the next day researching to see if her son could possibly be correct.

In a nutshell, we may have spent much of the last part of Christendom interpreting the word “Inn” incorrectly. The Greek word used here in Luke may be interpreted several ways, and one of those is “guest room.” It’s a different word from the one that the writer of Luke uses in the parable of the Good Samaritan, when the Samaritan brings the robbery victim to an inn and takes care of all the charges. So, how does the Nativity story change if there is no room for Joseph and Mary in the guest room?

The circumstances that have them in Bethlehem so close to Mary’s due date help to explain the guest room shortage. Let us consider the issue of Roman taxation, the stated reason that Mary and Joseph go to Bethlehem. Many scholars are quick to point out that this kind of imperial decree to return to one’s ancestral home to be registered likely did not happen the way that Luke tells us here: it would have been more realistic for the census to be taken in the place where people lived, and the records that we have of this kind of census say that they happened at a different time and under different rulers. In either case, the writer of Luke makes sure that we realize that the birth of Jesus happens during a time of extreme Roman oppression, the kind of oppression that forces pregnant women to travel great distances, the kind of oppression that the gospel writer’s audience still suffered, the kind of oppression that so many have endured through the centuries as long as humans have lived under the iron grip of empire.

The Roman decree that all citizens must be taxed gets Joseph and Mary back to Bethlehem and gives the gospel writer a chance to show the pedigree of Jesus, that he is part of the royal line of David. This part of the plot also helps us understand why our view of an inn might be a wrong interpretation.

We’re told that they return to Bethlehem, Joseph’s ancestral home. If Joseph returns to his ancestral home with a young and very pregnant fiancee, he would have family members who would have to take him in. In work that explores the Middle Eastern cultural background of the Gospels, Kenneth E. Bailey notes, “Even if he has never been there before he can appear suddenly at the home of a distant cousin, recite his genealogy, and he is among friends. Joseph had only to say, ‘I am Joseph, son of Jacob, son of Matthan, son of Eleazar, the son of Eliud,’ and the immediate response must have been, ‘You are welcome. What can we do for you?’ And if Joseph did have some member of the extended family residing in the village, he was honor-bound to seek them out. Furthermore, if he did not have family or friends in the village, as a member of the famous house of David, for the ‘sake of David,’ he would still be welcomed into almost any village home.”

Those of us unfamiliar with the geography of the area might not realize that Mary also has relatives nearby—Elizabeth and Zechariah live in the hill country of Judea, which is near Bethlehem.

When Joseph and Mary had to return to their ancestral home, it’s likely that other relatives needing hospitality had gotten there before them—after all, everyone must return to their ancestral home, so many people will be on the move. So, here we have another reason for a more accurate translation: “There was no room for them in the guest room.” But that doesn’t mean they would be turned away, particularly given Mary’s late-stage pregnancy. There might not be a guest room, but there’s always room in the family room, the main living area—which would have looked very different than what we think of when we say living room.

Let’s talk about the manger. Luke is very clear that Mary puts Jesus in a feeding trough. In first century Palestine, most people would need to gather their animals inside for the night for a variety of reasons, primarily safety. An animal was an investment—by bringing it inside, you could keep it safe and not have to hire help to watch over the barn. Plus, in a time before central heating, the extra body heat from the animals would be welcome.

Any number of archaeological approaches to this text have shown that most first century homes of people wealthy enough to have an animal would be split level homes: “There is a small, lower level for the animals at one end. About 80 percent of the one room is a raised terrace on which the family cooks, eats and lives” (Bailey). One diagram I saw shows the animals kept on a level a few stairs down, with the feeding troughs at the far end of the living level. [Use the space in the front of the church to demonstrate]

The manger is an important element for another significant reason: the shepherds. Let us consider the shepherds. In the time of Jesus, shepherds were part of the lower rungs of society, those smelly people who lived in the fields with the sheep, the ones who had difficult lives in so many ways. And they get to hear the Good News first. They will recognize the baby because he’s in a manger, surrounded by animals—in a sense, this baby is one of them. They, too, spend their lives surrounded by animals that they need to protect. And it works gorgeously as a symbol: the literal shepherds, who in a normal story would be the least likely to greet the Messiah, the shepherds get to be the first to see the shepherd of the world.

Throughout Luke’s Gospel, we see this inversion of what we might ordinarily expect, particularly if we had been schooled in Greek and Roman culture. This time period of Jesus’ birth and the subsequent time when the Gospel was written—these are time periods where the birth of someone important to the history of the world would not happen in the family room of a peasant house, just steps away from the animals. The mother of someone important would be a member of royalty, not an unmarried woman from the lower levels of society. A God coming into the world would be expected in Rome, not in Bethlehem, far from the center of power, and lowly shepherds wouldn’t be the first to have an audience with the new king. Luke begins his Gospel by showing us that God works in a very different way than our culture expects God to act, that salvation will come to us in ways we didn’t expect, in forms that are hardly recognized by unexpected people.

We forget how gritty this story is because we’ve had centuries of Christmas pageants and art that depicts a cozy manger scene. In fact, if you asked people to tell you what they think of when they think of the life of Christ, they’re likely to mention something from this Nativity story—or the cross. Many fewer think of the teachings of the Beatitudes, the demand for justice, love, service, and faith.

As I’ve read about how we came to have this image of Jesus in a barn, a barn which is often depicted as a 3 sided lean-to in so many of our creche scenes, I was surprised to find out that for the first 6 or 7 centuries of Christianity, much of the art depicting the life of Jesus was not of Jesus’ birth, death or resurrection. The earliest centuries of Christian art show Jesus at work in the world, particularly the work that involved miracles.

It’s different today. Our 21st century culture seems most happy with either the cute manger baby God or the brutalized body on the cross. Many forces don’t want us to see God at work in the world, much less accept God’s invitation to be part of the creation of something new. The misreading of the baby Jesus, born in a cold manger in a faraway place leads many of us to think of Jesus as a solitary force in the world. The idea of Jesus born into a a living room surrounded by extended family and the sounds and smells of animals and shepherds gives us a different picture.

From the beginning, Jesus is part of a loving community, a community that gathers in part because their government forced them to, in part because they are related. In his life, Jesus continues to create community and showed people how to survive in the face of aching loneliness and other desperate circumstances. These are qualities the world is in deep need of in our own time.

The world needs people with community creation skills. We are those people. Jesus went about changing the world in just the ways that the world needs now.

In the coming weeks, as we gather together to share a holiday meal or to exchange gifts or to welcome in a new calendar year, let’s think about how that baby Jesus, born into community, went out to continue that work of building caring community wherever he went.

Let us look around our own living rooms and recognize the ways that God continues to come into the world. Let us not leave the baby in that manger or move too quickly to the cross. Jesus has work to do in the world—and so do we, the community of Christians that he created.

For further study:

These two websites have an essay by Kenneth E. Bailey that gives some of the information given in the above academic article:

 

https://pres-outlook.org/2006/12/the-manger-and-the-inn-a-middle-eastern-view-of-the-birth-story-of-jesus/

 

 

https://biblearchaeology.org/research/new-testament-era/2803-the-manger-and-the-inn

 

I hope to read this book soon; the excerpt that I read deepens the arguments in the articles that I found on the web sites above:


Jesus Through Middle Eastern Eyes: Cultural Studies in the Gospels IVP Academic: 2008