My Ten Influential Books

Tim Stafford says it’s good for bloggers to give their top ten list of books.  The classics linger in me, as does Wheelock’s Latin Grammar.  But on lists like this I think people are more interested in contemporary works. 

So here’s my list of ten influential books:

  1. The Cloister Walk by Kathleen Norris.  She’s a gifted, graceful writer. 
  2. Spiritual Theology by Diogenes Allen.  This book was the basis of my D. Min. project. 
  3. The Art of Pastoring by David Hansen.  It was the first book on ministry that made sense to me. 
  4. Daily Prayer (Book of Common Worship)
  5. The Logic of the Spirit by James Loder.  The marvelous interplay between human spirit and the Holy Spirit. 
  6. Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince by J. K. Rowling.  First of her saga that I read. 
  7. God Sense by Paul Scott Wilson.  A great help in moving from text to sermon. 
  8. Jesus and the Eyewitnesses by Richard Bauckham.  An eye opening alternative to prevailing attitudes about the Gospels. 
  9. Leaving Church by Barbara Brown Taylor.  I visited her old pulpit in Georgia
  10. American Saint by John Wigger.  A rich account of the life of Francis Asbury, founder of American Methodism. 

What books appear on your list?

I Was a Young Calvinist

A long article on a resurgent Calvinism at the Capitol Hill Baptist Church in Washington DC.

This pattern – convict worshipers of their sin, then show them spiritual elation – has a gripping effect on the assembly. After the service, churchgoers linger for an hour, hugging and sharing heartfelt conversation. “I’ve come to believe and understand that God is not fundamentally about me; He’s much bigger than that,” says Dan Wenger, a government employee. “The teaching at this church has helped me to see that in context of the whole story of the Bible, not just the parts that make me feel good.”

It’s clear from the whole story that people at CHBC are hungry not only for Calvin but also for commitment and community.  Young adults especially want to be challenged in these ways.

I was once a young Calvinist.  J. I. Packer’s Knowing God fired my mind at twenty-one.  Then in seminary, my loyalties shifted to Thomas Aquinas.  Today it’s Diogenes Allen and Kathleen Norris.  The food in the pantry changes over time.  But the hunger for strong theology and a deep commitment to other believers remains.

And I still say Calvin’s prayer for the morning.  It contains the best of his theology, including this appeal for the Spirit:

As you have been pleased to make your sun shine on the earth to give us bodily light, grant me also the light of your Spirit to illumine my understanding and my heart, to direct me in the straight way of your righteousness.  (tr. McKee)

Jesus and the Donkey

[This sermon doesn't follow a typical structure for me.  It's more a collage than anything.  And I preached using only the briefest outline.  So the message delivered was a little different than the full manuscript.  But the delivery flowed well.  Reading directly from Lynda Nelson's book wasn't ideal, but I couldn't think of another way of handling that.  I recommend her book highly.  How listeners received this message, I don't know.  I liked it.  But a speaker says 'blue' and listeners are thinking 'yellow' and what they hear is 'green.'  So I hope listeners heard something helpful to them.]

Lost and Found
Luke 19.28-40

At the Lenawee Medical Care Facility you see animals in the halls. Cats, dogs and birds. They’re part of the Eden Alternative, a program that makes nursing homes more humane. Part of this is making sure residents have contact with animals. Being around animals humanizes us and draws love out of us. That’s why we have animals in our homes. We love them, and they love us. It’s always been this way through history. I’m thinking about animals today because our scripture is about Jesus and an animal.

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Jesus had a relationship with animals. He lived in a society where animals were part of daily life. Jesus began life in a manger, a feed trough for cattle. His connection to animals continued all his days.

Lynda Nelson wrote a story called “My Master’s Touch.” It’s a fictional account of a relationship between Jesus and a donkey named Meshak. They are born on the same day and grow up together. They are constant companions. They play in the river together, hunt for firewood together, and get lost in the dark together.

Jesus grows up and begins his ministry. He wants to show people God’s light. Meshak is old by then. Jesus asks him, “Do you want to go out with me?” Meshak shakes his head yes. Jesus is his master, and he lives for his master’s touch. Meshak is there when Jesus teaches, “Blessed are the poor in spirit, blessed are the meek.” Meshak is there when Jesus heals the sick. Meshak is there when the 5000 are fed – he carries the baskets of bread that feed them. Meshak is Jesus’ first and most devoted disciple.

Meshak is there on Palm Sunday. He is too old to carry Jesus anymore. Jesus rides up to the holy city on a young donkey, which breaks Meshak’s heart. But he follows along in the crowd behind Jesus. He is unstable and wobbly. People curse him and shove him out of the way. Finally the crowd passes. Meshak stands still in the middle of the street. He says, “The street was quiet. Noisy flies buzzed past, some stopping to bite me. I was too weak even to switch them with my tail. It took every bit of strength I could summon to remain standing. I stood there a long time, not daring to move, but promising myself, one more breath. Just one more breath, then I’ll follow.” Meshak just stood there waiting. He wondered what would happen next. But he had no strength to go on.

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The Palm Sunday scripture appears in all four Gospels. We read the account from Luke. Luke doesn’t mention the palm branches, but the other Gospels do. Luke does mention the donkey Jesus rides up to the city. The disciples put their cloaks on it to make a saddle, and people put their clothes along the road. Jesus gets the red carpet!

To understand how Luke viewed Palm Sunday, you have to look earlier in his Gospel. The emotional center of gravity in Luke’s Gospel is chapter 15, where Jesus tells three parables about lost things, a lost sheep, a lost coin and a lost son. And each parable gives us an image of God: God is a shepherd searching for a lost sheep. God is a woman looking for a lost coin, frantic till she finds it. God is a father waiting for a lost son to come home. Luke was a physician by trade. He saw human suffering. He was a man of compassion and sensitivity. He was touched by these parables of Jesus that speak about God’s compassion. God seeks us when we are lost.

This is how to read the Palm Sunday story in Luke’s Gospel. The picture of Jesus riding the donkey up to the Jerusalem gate is one more image of God. God is there in his Son Jesus looking for the lost. The holy city has lost its way. Like all cities, it is impressed with power and strength. But Jesus comes not on a horse, a war animal, but on a donkey, an animal of peace. He is the prince of peace. The crowds celebrate.

Then the Pharisees come out and tell Jesus to shush the crowd. They are the leaders of the lost city. They are like the older brother in the Prodigal Son story: “Why are you having this party? We didn’t authorize this!” But Jesus laughs at them. The king his here. Why wouldn’t people celebrate? Jesus tells them if they don’t celebrate, the stones will put on party hats and start shouting. There’s a touch of sadness here. The Pharisees are the leaders of the people. They are as lost as lost can be, but they don’t know it. Jesus is there to find them, but they don’t know they need to be found.

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I came across a contemporary story about someone seeking the lost. Yokio Shige is a retired Japanese detective. Every day he wanders around cliffs near the Sea of Japan. It’s a popular place for people to jump and commit suicide. If he spots someone in need, he approaches them and engages them in conversation. He touches them on the shoulder and says, “You’ve had a hard time lately, haven’t you?” At this point they begin crying. Then he takes them to an office nearby for counseling sessions. He gives them a dish of sticky rice and grated relish, a meal served on the Japanese New Year. It reminds people of home and family. They remember they are not alone. Ever since 2004, Yokio Shige has helped almost 200 people choose life over death. Like Jesus coming up to the gates of Jerusalem on a donkey, Yokio Shige is another image, another living parable of God seeking the lost.

After all the Palm Sunday events are over, Meshak the donkey is still standing in the middle of the street. He’s been there for hours. Finally, someone comes for him. “I did not hear him come this time. He was just there. I felt his hands on my neck. Felt them gently stroke my fuzzy mane and travel down to my gray and grizzled head. One hand held my chin up, while the other stroked my neck and scratched gently behind my big floppy ears. I gazed at him again through my tears, and I saw his gentle smile. I felt the warmth and strength from the healing touch of his hands flow through my old, tired body, and I was restored once more.”

Meshak’s experience can be our own. When we feel lost, when we feel alone, when we feel life has passed by us, we can trust that God will find us, restore us and bring us safely home. Amen.

Like a Child

Our congregation held its annual Easter Egg Hunt yesterday.  It was chilly, but at least it didn’t snow as it did two years ago.  It’s hard to tell who has more fun at these hunts – the older children who hide the eggs, the younger children who look for them, or the adults who watch.  It’s as if we all become children for a time.  Truly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child shall not enter it.

Bottom-Up Thinking

John Polkinghorne on bottom-up thinking:

I call myself a bottom-up thinker. I try to move from experience to understanding, to look at experiences, which may be our own experiences or accounts of others; in fact, in the religious case, they are very extensively accounts of experiences other people have had which we believe are being truly described to us and which support particular beliefs we are seeking to embrace. It means that we don’t just sit and dream things up out of our heads. It’s very important that we deliver ourselves from fantasy. You see, I think that the fundamental question about something, whether science or religion, is not, “Is it reasonable?” as if we know beforehand what is reasonable, or what shape rationality has. The better question is, “What makes you think that might be the case?” If you are going to propose something surprising and counterintuitive to me, then you need to produce evidence, something to persuade me that that might be the case, perhaps experiments. That is motivated belief. It contrasts with top-down thinking. Top-down thinkers have certain big ideas, clear and general ideas, which, if you grasp, they have the key to understanding everything. I think it’s the other way around. I think you should start at the bottom and the ideas will grow out of experience rather than being imposed upon it.

Science and religion intersect here.  Both rest on experience — experiments in science, and in religion our own experience and accounts of experiences others have had.  The seminal accounts comprise holy scripture.

The entire interview is here.

The Family of Faith

Today’s Gospel reading includes this:

Jesus said, “Truly I tell you, there is no one who has left house or brothers or sisters or mother or father or children or fields, for my sake and for the sake of the good news, who will not receive a hundredfold now in this age – houses, brothers and sisters, mothers and children, and fields with persecutions – and in the age to come eternal life.  ~ Mark 10.29-30 NRSV

Jesus disrupted ordinary patterns of family life.  He expected his followers to set aside family loyalties and connections for his sake and the sake of the gospel.  He must have had a high opinion of himself — for my sake – to put this expectation out there.  In his time, to follow him meant to be out on the road, which meant leaving family behind.  Later, in the early centuries of the church, men and women left their families to form monastic orders out in the desert.  The Egyptian government has just finished renovating an ancient Christian monastery near Cairo.

Families need two qualities to thrive:  proximity and harmony.  If family members do not live near one another, or if they do not get along well, family life will suffer in corresponding measure.  When healthy, a family can bring blessing, nurture and support.  Scripture upholds and encourages family life.  Jesus himself earlier in Mark 10 affirms marriage and blesses children.  It’s clear, though, that Jesus regarded family life, as central as it is, as less important than loyalty to his person and his message.  The family of faith took priority in his mind, and its blessings outweighed all sacrifices.

Where You Are Complete

A parishioner gave me a copy of Sarah Young’s bestselling Jesus Calling, a book of daily devotions.  This portion of today’s reading touched me:

This is a time in your life when you must learn to let go:  of loved ones, of possessions, of control.  In order to let go of something that is precious to you, you need to rest in my presence, where you are complete.  Take time to bask in the Light of My Love.  As you relax more and more, your grasping hand gradually opens up, releasing your prize possession into My care.

A sadness has settled over me today.  Tonight was the last of our midweek children’s programs until the fall.  Six months without my great girls in Bible study makes me sad.  Also… a dear friend is in her final days, and we began to speak about her funeral arrangements this afternoon.

I will follow Sarah Young’s advice.  How do you feel complete in God’s presence?  Tonight I feel fragmented.  But perhaps from God’s perspective I am truly complete.  Be of good comfort, thy faith hath made thee whole.

Primer on Health Care Reform

The Monitor has a summary of the health care bill, “twice as long and half as intelligible” as War and Peace.  Now that the bill has passed, it might be good to study up on its provisions.

And here’s Ann Althouse:

I found myself thinking, as soon as the vote count reached 216 last night: Well, I hope some good comes of this and the bad isn’t too horribly bad.

Me too.  Hope some good (and not too much bad) comes out of it all.

Sermon on Mary Anointing Jesus

Six days before the Passover Jesus came to Bethany, the home of Lazarus, whom he had raised from the dead. There they gave a dinner for him. Martha served, and Lazarus was one of those at the table with him. Mary took a pound of costly perfume made of pure nard, anointed Jesus’ feet, and wiped them with her hair. The house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume. But Judas Iscariot, one of his disciples (the one who was about to betray him), said, ‘Why was this perfume not sold for three hundred denarii and the money given to the poor?’ (He said this not because he cared about the poor, but because he was a thief; he kept the common purse and used to steal what was put into it.) Jesus said, ‘Leave her alone. She bought it so that she might keep it for the day of my burial. You always have the poor with you, but you do not always have me.’ (John 12.1-8 NRSV)

Mary was worried. She was afraid this might be the last time she saw Jesus. There were so many forces arrayed against him. It was a dangerous time. So when she learned that he was coming to their home for dinner, she made a plan. She needed to show Jesus how much he meant to her. It wasn’t only that he raised her brother Lazarus to life. It was all the things Jesus did and said. He was a provocative man. He caused division. Some thought he was crazy or possessed. But Mary was among those who believed he was the Savior of the world. She needed to show her devotion to him in an unmistakable way.

So Mary took all her savings. She sold jewelry that had been in her family a long time. She pulled together all the money she could find. Then she went to the market. She walked past the weavers and woodcarvers over to the perfume seller. The merchant at the booth sized her up quickly. He suggested she buy a little vial with an ounce of perfume. Mary shook her head no. She pointed to a large flask, 12 ounces, filled with pure nard imported from India. The merchant’s eyes got bigger. He said, “That one is 500 denarii.” Mary offered him 150. They eventually settled on 300 denarii, or a year’s wages. They were both pleased with the purchase. Mary went home and waited.

The day for the meal came. Mary was quiet during dinner. She listed to Jesus and watched the others at the table. When the time was right, she took out her bottle of perfume and put her plan into action. She broke off the top of the bottle. Jesus was reclining at the table. Mary went to him and poured perfume on his feet, and then on his head, and then on his body. She poured perfume all over him. Conversation at the table stopped. But Mary didn’t say a word. She didn’t need to. Her actions were speaking for her. Then she uncovered her head and let her hair down. With her hair she wiped the excess perfume on Jesus’ feet and body. It was a holy moment. The house was filled with the scent of the perfume, the fragrance of Mary’s faith.

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There is a book called The Heart of Christianity, written by scholar Marcus Borg. In it he speaks about ‘thin places.’ Ordinarily, he says, in daily living the barrier between us and the sacred is thick. But there are times and places where the barrier gets thinner and more porous, where the sacred seeps in to us or even overwhelms us. These are thin places, a term Borg borrows from Celtic Christianity. The common denominator of thin places is this: a thin place is wherever your heart opens and expands. The heart in the Bible is the center of personality.

For many people, nature is a thin place, a place where the glory of God seeps into our consciousness. For others, a sanctuary like this is a thin place. For me, this sanctuary becomes a thin place in two ways. First, when it is filled with music, with voices singing or instruments playing. Then the heart opens and expands. Second, when this room is filled with silence – as it will be during the Holy Week Vigil soon. There is something sacred and transforming when you sit for an hour in silence here in the sanctuary, and you let the silence envelop you and seep into you. At the end of your time at the vigil, you come forward to the altar and take the bread and cup of communion to remember the sacrifice of Jesus.

Jesus himself is the preeminent thin place. Marcus Borg says, “Jesus must have been a remarkable thin place. The devotion of his followers flowed out of them when they experienced him in that way.” This is what happens to Mary in our scripture. Her heart breaks open in the presence of Jesus. Her devotion flows out, just as the perfume flowed out of the bottle. She showed Jesus how much he meant to her, in actions without words.

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Not everyone was happy with Mary’s actions. What she did created controversy, as Jesus himself often did. Judas in particular was upset and uncomfortable, and he probably wasn’t alone in that feeling. It wasn’t simply that her gesture was so extravagant, many thousands of dollars. That was probably only a surface reason. The deeper reason was that Mary’s action was so sensual. Think about it – perfume, a body, hair flowing down. In that culture especially, for Mary to uncover her head and let her hair down in public was scandalous. Many at the table would have been deeply uncomfortable about it. But for Mary it was fitting and natural, a perfect way for her to express her devotion.

Mary in the scripture symbolizes such devotion. She personifies a deep, passionate devotion that flows out of the heart. By contrast, Judas symbolizes the opposite. He represents discomfort with devotion, a visceral discomfort with lavish, extreme forms of devotion. His is an attitude you come across today, even in churches. You hear it in the voices of people who say, “It’s okay to be religious, but don’t get carried away with it. Be sensible. Be realistic. Don’t make a scene. Don’t risk. Moderation in all things.”

Ordinarily, moderation is a good thing. But not always, and this is one of those times. Jesus praises Mary, who is not moderate at all. He appreciates her lavish devotion. He even believes, in this context, that such devotion to his person is more important that good things like care for the poor. A startling thing, when you think about it. He also sees in Mary’s act a significance she herself may not see. He says she has anointed his body for burial, which in this Gospel’s timeline will happen within a week.

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You can visit the tomb of Jesus today. It’s at the Church of the Holy Sepulcher in Jerusalem. It’s difficult to know for certain if it’s the exact place, but it may well be. It’s hard to imagine the early Christians would not remember the place Jesus was buried. They built a church over it – actually a succession of them – to mark the place and to give travelers a place to stay when they visited the tomb.

You walk into the Church of the Holy Sepulcher, and you see a domed ceiling high above your head. To the left you see a smaller chapel made of brown stone. This is where the tomb itself is, in a chapel within the church. You stand in line on the stone floor, waiting your turn. Only two or three can go in at a time – it’s a very small space inside. You must bend down low to go in because the doorway is low, but once inside you can stand up straight again. You see two gray slabs of stone where the body of Jesus once laid. They are very smooth – you can touch them. There might be someone praying or crying next to you. The room is lit by candles all around. And the room is filled with the smell of fresh flowers, cut flowers in vases on a ledge all around the room. I presume the flowers are changed regularly. The room is so small, the smell of the flowers is very strong. It’s the fragrance of faith.

Devotion motivated the builders to make the Church of the Holy Sepulcher. Devotion brings fresh flowers each day into the tomb of Jesus. Devotion moved Mary to anoint Jesus body for burial. Scripture tells us devotion is pleasing to God, no matter what form it takes. It might be a bottle of perfume or a great cathedral. What counts is that the devotion flows out from the deep places of the heart, whether it is a big thing or small.

Pastor Stu Weber tells a story about his sons. His older two sons grew up as high achievers. They distinguished themselves in school and sports. Stu worried about his youngest son Ryan. Ryan was the sensitive one. He knew every day that he was third, following in the footsteps of his brothers. Stu spent extra time with Ryan, who enjoyed being outdoors camping or fishing. His prize possession was pocket knife. He always kept it with him, and he was proud when his brothers asked to borrow it. One day Stu was going to celebrate his birthday, and his family was having a party for him in the evening. That afternoon Ryan came by Stu’s office. Ryan was about 10. He wanted to give his Dad his card and gift ahead of time and privately. Stu opened the card and read it. He smiled. Then he took the box with the gift. Inside he found Ryan’s pocket knife. He had given his Dad the thing he valued most. He gave the gift out of devotion and gratitude.

I believe God appreciates our gifts and the devotion that prompts them. God is pleased when we give our best. Ryan gave his best. Mary gave her best. Don’t be afraid to give God your best. And don’t worry what other people think of you. Their discomfort is not your concern. They will say what they will. Your devotion is between you and God. And remember… we open our hearts and give our best because God is worthy, and because God has already given us his best in Jesus. Amen.

The Train Leaps Out of the Lake

Ruth’s grandfather was a railroad man whose train plunged off a bridge into a lake.  One day she wanders in the woods near the lake, watching the hoboes warily. 

I thought of telling them that our grandfather still lay in a train that had slid to the lake floor long before we were born.  Perhaps we all awaited a resurrection.  Perhaps we expected a train to leap out of the water, caboose foremost, as if a movie ran backward, and then to continue across the bridge.  The passengers would arrive, sounder than they departed, accustomed to the depths, serene about their restoration to the light, disembarking at the station at Fingerbone with a calm that quieted the astonishment of friends.  (~ Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping, p. 96) 

Awaiting Resurrection — the day when the movie runs backward and the train leaps out of the lake.

Marcus Borg and Earl the Fundamentalist

In his book The Heart of Christianity, Marcus Borg contrasts an earlier paradigm of Christian belief with an emerging paradigm he espouses.  The earlier vision is a strict form of Christian fundamentalism, and the emerging is mainline progressivism.

After hearing about the earlier paradigm often in the opening chapters, I created a character:  Earl the Fundamentalist, a cardboard cutout of a man in boots holding a large leather Bible.  Borg brings Earl out and sets him up when he wants to illustrate what not to believe — biblical literalism, for example.  Borg prefers the Bible as metaphor.  Earl comes out less and less as the book progresses and Borg is content to describe his own beliefs.  The book gives you the impression the only options are Earl the Fundamentalist or Marcus Borg.  Marcus is more sophisticated, of course.  He’s Marcus, after all.  Not even Mark.  In the end, I fit into neither category.  I suspect other readers may feel the same.

The Heart of Christianity is best when it describes the shape of the Christian life.  I appreciated

  • a focus on the heart as the center of personality,
  • an emphasis on compassion,
  • reframing of ‘born again’ language to personal transformation,
  • the discussion of ‘thin places’ where we sense the sacred.

The book appealed less in its understanding of Jesus and the Gospels — it’s good to know there are alternatives to what Borg proposes here.  Also, Borg has a blind spot on any limitations in his metaphorical approach to the Bible, much in the same way fundamentalists have blind spots on limitations in the literal approach.

All in all, though, The Heart of Christianity is a good introduction to mainline progressive theology.

Saved By the Things That Ignore Us

I’ve been laid up for a few days, waiting for a certain medical condition to heal itself.  Sunday was a painful thing.  I’m better today — a minor affliction compared to many.  Lying still has given me a chance to read.  I came across this in Belden Lane:

Becoming present to a reality entirely separate from his own world of turmoil strangely set him free.  By its very act of ignoring him, the landscape invited him out of his frantic quest for self-fulfillment.  ~ The Solace of Fierce Landscapes

The him is Andrew Harvey, who sought God in the desolate landscape of northern India.  He coined the phrase, “We are saved by the things that ignore us.”  The indifference of nature (or God) to us shakes us out of our relentless self-preoccupation and puts us on a path to healing and transformation — we begin to die so that we might live. 

It reminded me of the trees I love.  They ignore me.  They are indifferent to my minor afflictions.

All My Children

I am sad not to have children of my own.  I feel their absence in our home.  It’s my own fault.  My wife wanted to adopt years ago, but I resisted because of fear.  Then the moment passed — the time is only ripe so long.

In some ways, not having children helps my ministry.  I couldn’t do all my pastoral care if there were children at home to care for.  Not having any enables me to care for my congregation more extensively.  And I love the children in my church.  I smile when they bounce through the halls on Sunday mornings.  On Wednesday evening I sit down to dinner with four children in our midweek program.  Afterward I teach a Bible study for three more — my “Great Girls.”  My girls get away with more with me than with Mrs S.  I’m a marshmallow.  But I don’t mind.  Wednesday evening is the highlight of my week.

When pressed by his family, Jesus radically redefined the nature of family.  “He looked at the people sitting around him and said, ‘Here are my mother and my brothers.  Anyone who obeys God is my brother or sister or mother.’” (Mk 3.34-5)  I used to watch children in my church and wish they were mine; at times I still do.  But now I see them and think, “These are all my children.  These are the children God has given me to care for.”

Asa Mahan and Salmon

I took a group of seniors to our local museum yesterday to see “Myth, Mischief and Mahan,” an exhibit on the history of Adrian College.  Mahan is Asa Mahan, founder and first president of the college.  Asa is one of those great old names seldom heard anymore.  A radical for his day, Mahan advocated for the abolition of slavery and encouraged education for women.  The exhibit was created by history students at the college and features pictures and artifacts from the college’s beginning around 1860 to the present day.  I was struck with how the cost has increased — adjusted to today’s dollars, tuition 100 years ago was only one-tenth what it is today.

After looking the exhibit over, I went downstairs to the archives and poked around.  I talked to the lady at the desk and signed the register.  When I walked back upstairs, I found my group had left me and gone on to Red Lobster for lunch.  Sniff.  Heartless, hungry people.  They were apologetic when I caught up with them, but only mildly so.  I’m thinking the pastor was a little less important than salmon and clam chowder.  It’s good to know one’s place in the hierarchy of things.

A Merciful Heart

What is a merciful heart?  It is the heart’s burning for all of creation, for men, for birds, for animals, and even for demons.  At the remembrance and at the sight of them, the merciful man’s eyes fill with tears that arise from the great compassion that urges his heart.  It grows tender and cannot endure hearing or seeing any injury or slight sorrow to anything in creation.  Because of this, such a man continually offers tearful prayer even for irrational animals and for the enemies of truth and for all that harm it, that they may be guarded and forgiven.  (St Isaac the Syrian, quoted in The Illumined Heart, by Frederica Mathewes-Green)

It’s the heart of the father in the prodigal son story.  It’s the heart of God.

Repent or Perish

I preached this sermon last night with stuff hanging out of my nose — another Great Moment In Preaching.  Hopefully it wasn’t visible from too far away.

At that very time there were some present who told him about the Galileans whose blood Pilate had mingled with their sacrifices. He asked them, ‘Do you think that because these Galileans suffered in this way they were worse sinners than all other Galileans? No, I tell you; but unless you repent, you will all perish as they did. Or those eighteen who were killed when the tower of Siloam fell on them—do you think that they were worse offenders than all the others living in Jerusalem? No, I tell you; but unless you repent, you will all perish just as they did.’  Then he told this parable: ‘A man had a fig tree planted in his vineyard; and he came looking for fruit on it and found none. So he said to the gardener, “See here! For three years I have come looking for fruit on this fig tree, and still I find none. Cut it down! Why should it be wasting the soil?” He replied, “Sir, let it alone for one more year, until I dig round it and put manure on it. If it bears fruit next year, well and good; but if not, you can cut it down.” ’  Luke 13.1-9 NRSV

Kae Evensen is a Lutheran pastor in Minneapolis. She grew up in a church that talked a lot about an angry God. God was always angry with us and our sins. As a teen she rebelled against this negative imagery and left the church. She said, “If I was going to go to hell, I was going to do it on my one terms.  I knew I could never be good enough to go to heaven anyway.”  It took her many years to return to church. Along the way she discovered the grace of the gospel, the great Yes behind the No. Her experiences are mirrored in the lives of many people. Maybe some of you here today grew up in churches that emphasized an angry God. So for you, Jesus’ words today may be hard to hear. “Repent or Perish” sounds so negative.

News was spreading quickly through the city of Jerusalem. Pilate, the Roman governor, had done a terrible thing. Some people from Galilee had been worshiping at the Temple. Pilate had them killed – for reasons we don’t know – and then mixed their blood in with the blood of animals in the Temple sacrifices. An awful atrocity. The news made it to Jesus, and they wanted to know his opinion on it. As I imagine the scene, Jesus is sitting near the marketplace then, and the afternoon sun is casting long shadows on the stone pavement. People around him are wondering how he will respond.

Jesus thinks for a minute, then speaks. He doesn’t condemn Pilate or the Romans. He doesn’t seem outraged at all. He uses the incident to make a theological point. “Do you think those people were worse sinners than anyone else?” he asks. (This was a common assumption of the day. Those people were punished for their sins.) “No,” he says. “But unless you repent, you will perish too.” Then Jesus mentions another recent tragedy, when the Siloam Tower fell and killed 18 people. It was part of the water system of the city. Jesus said the same thing. Those people weren’t worse than anyone else. “Unless you repent and turn to God, you too will die, just like them.” Then to anchor things, he tells a little story about an unproductive fruit tree. It takes up valuable space in the garden, but it produces no fruit year after year. Management decides to give the tree one more year before they pull it up and plant another. It’s the same message. The tree must repent – bear fruit – or it will die. Repent or perish… a stern warning from Jesus.

This message runs against the current of how we imagine Jesus, if that image is kind and never harsh. Philip Yancey is a Christian journalist. He grew up imagining Jesus was always kind and gentle, like Mr Rogers, only with a beard. Only as an adult did Yancey realize that Mr Rogers would never have gotten himself crucified. You have to offend people to do that. Now Fred Rogers was a wonderful Christian man, but he was also not the kind of man who would say, “Repent or perish.” Jesus was. So how do we hear this warning from Jesus?

A couple of things. First, “change your ways or suffer the consequences” is not an uncommon message. It’s something your physician might say, for instance. Or for someone who has just gotten out of jail, it’s something a parole officer might say. We hear “repent or perish” more than we know. Second, we can invert the negative language to positive. If you’ve ever developed film the old fashioned way in a dark room, you are familiar with the negative of a photo, where all the lights are dark. “Repent or perish” is a negative. The positive image is “repent and live.” Choose life so that you may live. Jesus is giving an invitation to live here. He is offering abundant life. But the gateway, the doorway, is repentance. The question for us now is, What does repentance look like?

In the 18th century a Prussian king was visiting inmates in a Berlin prison. They crowded around the king and protested their innocence. They had all been unjustly condemned and put in prison. There was one man, though, would sat quietly by himself and said nothing. The king was curious about him and called him over. “Why are you here?” the king asked. “Armed robbery, your Majesty,” the man replied. “Were you guilty?” “Yes, I deserve my punishment.” Then the king said to the guards, “Release this man. I don’t want him corrupting all these other innocent people.” The man was set free that day.

This is an image of repentance. It means to rethink things. It begins with admitting our guilt. We are all guilty sinners, stuck in the prison of our own sin. But we resist the idea that we are guilty, like all those prisoners did in Berlin. The guilty are all those we hear about in the news, people who have committed crimes. “I’ve broken no laws,” we say. “I’m an exemplary citizen. I volunteer at the soup kitchen. And above all, I’m nice.” It’s good to be nice, of course, but it’s not the same as being holy. Instead of comparing ourselves to others, we can compare ourselves to God. God of absolute holiness, infinite purity and boundless love. That’s the standard. If we compare ourselves to that standard, we realize how far short we fall. God expects us to be like him – holy, pure and loving.

Out at a desert monastery, an old monk was found weeping one day. A young brother asked him, “Father, why are you weeping.” “I am weeping for my sins,” the old man said. “But Father, you lead a pure and blameless life.” The old man was indeed known for his holiness. “If I were allowed to see my sins,” he said, “There would not be enough men to weep for them.” Perhaps God in his mercy shields our eyes from our own sins. But then the day comes when the crack appears and widens. Something happens, and we see our sins… maybe for the first time. That’s when repentance begins, and we set out on the new life Jesus offers us.

But the key thing to know is that we don’t repent to avoid hell. Kae Evenson, the Lutheran pastor, had to learn this. We don’t repent to avoid hell. We repent to seek health and healing. Sin is a sickness deep within us. We have a Great Physician, Jesus, who wants to heal us. But for that to happen, we must GO TO THE DOCTOR. We admit our infection, our disease, and we acknowledge we cannot cure ourselves. Our doctor has the right medicine, the right treatment, to make us well and set us on the road to health. The road begins with repentance.

Dear friends, it’s Lent. This is what we do in Lent. Lent begins with ashes, a sign of our mortality. Ashes remind us to repent while there is still time. We turn from our sins. We turn to God for healing. Amen.

Created to Burn

On its own, coal is nothing lovely.  It’s inert, dusty, and cold.  But it has this capacity:  It can burn.  In fact, it might be said that coal is created to burn, that receiving flame is the telos, the destiny of coal.  The Holy Spirit likewise comes to burn within us, though we don’t deserve it, and we bring nothing of beauty to the process.  Our main task is to get out of the way, to remove impurities bit by bit so that one day we can be wholly engulfed by divine fire, and become a living flame of love.  This is theosis.  (Frederica Mathewes-Green, The Illumined Heart)

Theosis, or deification, is a key theme in Eastern Christianity.  It bears similarity to the Wesleyan emphasis on holiness and Christian perfection.

Night At the Shelter

What a long 24 hours I’ve finished.  First there was a personal medical issue, which hopefully will clear itself with antibiotics.  Then there was the rest of the day at two hospitals attending to ill parishioners — one was helicoptered to St Joe’s in Ypsilanti.  Finally the overnight shift at the homeless shelter.

The night was calm and uneventful.  S and I watched two episodes of Grey’s Anatomy with the homeless folks before lights went out.  Then we moved over to the volunteer room for the rest of the night.  A volunteer must stay awake at all times, so one of us kept vigil while the other tried to sleep.  I think we each got a couple hours.  The couch I attempted to sleep on reminded me that I have the best bed in the history of beds. Mostly I learned that volunteering overnight at a homeless shelter involves lots of waiting for the morning.  I did sermon work, read a bit, and finished one Sudoku puzzle in the hard category.  Proud of myself on that last accomplishment.

The person at the shelter who intrigues me is one the others call “The Professor.”  He does look like a college professor, with his white beard and pullover sweater.  He subs as an English teacher at area schools during the day and returns to the shelter at night.  He stacks his belongings neatly next to his blue cot.  I’m sure he has a story.  His circumstances now have simplified his life.  He is Shakespeare’s classic “Unaccommodated Man.”

Other volunteers served breakfast for us this morning, each one made to order.  They made me the best scrambled eggs I’ve ever had, with bits of steak and onion mixed in.  Now it’s time to go home… to the best bed in the history of beds.

Homeless In Heels

Our congregation is sponsoring a week of Share the Warmth, a homeless shelter through the winter housed at the Salvation Army.  We are responsible to provide two volunteers, a man and a woman, for an evening shift and an overnight shift over seven days.  The shelter is available to people from 7 PM to 8 AM the following morning.  During the day folks must go elsewhere, but at night at least they have a warm place to sleep. We have other volunteers who provide snacks and do laundry.

We’ve covered two nights at the shelter so far.  18 men and 4 women have slept there.  They hang out together in a common area until the lights go out and the doors are locked at 10 PM.  I am the “key holder” for the week, a title that sounds like something from Harry Potter, but it only means I’m the one to open the shelter in the evening and lock the door again later.  I’ve been spending extra time there with my volunteers, both evening and overnight shifts, and helping them get settled in for their duties.  This is a new thing for my church, and I’m proud of the way people have stepped up to help.  There isn’t that much for the volunteers to do, actually; it’s more a ministry of presence.  But it’s new for a lot of us.  My overnight shift comes Thursday night, so I’ll probably have more to say about it later.

I arrived this morning just before 8 AM to check on my volunteers, I noticed a woman leaving the shelter in heels.  She had her work shoes on.  It reminded me the homeless are probably not who we expect them to be.

My Chief Fear

“What do you think she’s afraid of?”  We were sitting at Mario’s Mexican Restaurant discussing a mutual acquaintance.  It took time and reflection to answer the question.  I looked at the person’s behavior and then identified the fear that prompts it.  Naturally, then, I began to wonder, “What am I afraid of?”  How do my fears influence my behavior?

And I’ve located my chief fear, or at least a principal one.  I’m not thinking of rational, normal fears.  I am afraid of jumping off a three-story building, as any sane person would be.  No, I’m looking at the irrational fears, buried deep in our psyches, that hinder us from being who we might be.

I am afraid of being an intruder.  I fear being in a place where I am unwanted, where I don’t belong.  It took time to unearth the fear, but there it is.  I had to watch my behavior and work backwards.  If someone is afraid of making a mistake, they may micromanage details.  Or if someone is afraid of being overlooked, of not being noticed, they will insert themselves into situations in ways that attract attention — they unconsciously bend the focus of things to themselves, like a child saying “look at me.”  But if your fear is being an intruder, as mine is, you shrink back from encounters.  You are reluctant to remain where there is a possibility, however slight, that you do not belong.  If you are in the presence of other people, you may leave too soon so as not to overstay your welcome.

When I was born, my parents were married to other people.  I am the product of an extra-marital affair.  It was a complicated, messy thing, especially for its time in the early 1960s.  So I entered the world literally as an intruder, with no settled place to belong.  I wonder if this identity seeped into me in my earliest years — years they say are the most formative for us.  Please forgive my attempt here to psychologize myself.  But identifying the origin of fears helps drain them of their power and mystery.

This fear of being an intruder can hinder my work as a pastor.  It deprives others of the benefit of my presence and perspective.   The only way I can think of to counter it is to meditate on 2 Timothy 1:6-7.  “I remind you to rekindle the gift of God that is within you through the laying on of my hands; for God did not give us a spirit of cowardice, but rather a spirit of power and of love and of self-discipline.”