Preaching Politics

Facebook ~ yes; preaching, no.  Friends, yes ~ congregants, no.

That’s been my general approach to political commentary.  On Facebook, I post news articles and, often, my own opinions thereon.  I don’t think that my outlook is lost on my congregation ~ I speak and pray often enough about those who suffer or are disenfranchised ~ but I don’t go all out political.  I’ve been told, and I’m pretty sure that it’s true, that the folks in the pews hold views across the political spectrum, and while I’d like to persuade some of them to move further to the left, that’s not my job in the pulpit.  On FB, I don’t usually feel the same constraints.   I also read posts by friends and family who disagree with me.  I don’t follow their logic! ~ but I read them.  Usually without responding.  Their pages, their posts, their views.  I don’t feel inclined to take up their space with argument.  (They don’t always extend the same courtesy to me.)  Harder, for me anyway, to listen to folks in the church with whom I disagree without reacting.

In the last church I served, after a couple of months, people began to thank me for bringing contemporary concerns into the prayers.  (I did hear of one gentleman who was angry that I had not prayed for a matter he deemed of concern ~ which I would have, actually, had I known about it but, as so often happens, he told other people, and not me.)  But I didn’t push things very far.  When we held a service of music and prayer for the city the day before the Republican Convention opened in Cleveland, we kept it strictly nonpartisan.

Last Sunday, however, I was done with caution and impartiality in the pulpit.  Just done.  Angry at what the American infatuation with guns had wrought.  Disgusted by cowardly politicians raking it in from the NRA.  Devastated on behalf of parents whose lives have been forever altered in a vicious and brutal way.  And inspired by the young people of Parkland FL.

So my sermon on God’s promises of reconciliation through Noah, for the healing and rebuilding of all of creation throughout the Bible, became a sermon on laying down weapons of destruction.  I mentioned AR15s specifically.  I mentioned Emma Gonzalez, specifically.  I said NO to criticizing young people and NO to wringing our hands and saying “there’s nothing we can do,” and YES to the Kingdom of God among us.  And told them about specific ways of taking action.

I wasn’t preaching to the choir, as  would have been in my home church.  A few people thanked me for giving voice to their own thoughts.  Many more were silent, and I’m sure that at least a few of those were critical ~ but not to my face, not yet.

To my astonishment, our secretary asked me to publicize means of communicating with our state and federal representatives.  So we’ll put that information out next week.

There are hundreds, thousands, of pastors more articulate and powerful than I am in preaching what the Spirit tells me is the real good news ~ God’s passionate love for all of creation ~ and political ways of moving on that news.  I write this for all of us somewhere in the middle, trying to figure out how to live with integrity without creating a resistance that prevents people from hearing us.

It’s hard to know when you’re hitting the right balance, and when you’re simply wimping out.

Sermon Series


Today’s RevGals Friday Five asks about ideas for sermon series.  A couple that I’ve done during the summer:

  • Favorite Hymns
  • Water, Water Everywhere ~ based on the Presbyterian Women’s excellent study on water themes in the Bible

Taking a look at this summer’s texts, I think that if I were preaching regularly I might do one of these series:

  • Psalms: The Prayerbook of the Bible
  • All In: The Book of Romans (I thought I might try to tackle Romans three years ago, but wow ~ what a LOT of study would be required!  That might be something I could do on my own this summer in preparation for future possibilities.)
  • The Jesus of Matthew
  • In the Beginning: A Genesis Series

I guess that’s six, not five.  Maybe an opportunity for one of them will present itself.

Bible Sisters ~ Book Review

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It has been my privilege and delight to teach a number of Bible study classes over the years ~ as a member of Methodist and Presbyterian congregations, and as a pastor to Presbyterian and Lutheran congregations.  In addition, as a spiritual director to Catholic, Protestant, and Jewish individuals, I am often called upon to provide scriptural references to someone seeking to explore various dimensions of his or her spiritual life.

No matter the context, it’s often a challenge to conduct a discussion on women’s experiences in the Bible.  There are the Big Ten to Fifteen or so (I made those numbers up): Eve, Sarah, Esther, Ruth and Naomi, Bathsheba, Mary the Mother of Jesus, Mary Magdalene, Mary and Martha, the Woman at the Well, the Woman “Caught” in Adultery, the Syro-Phoenician Woman ~ many of whom, my experience tells me, are only dimly recognized by even our most faithful church participants.  And then there are the hundreds of women, often unnamed, referenced only in relation to a man or men or community or activity.

Bible Sisters, compiled by The Rev. Dr. Gennifer Benjamin Brooks and just published by Abingdon Press, makes a start on rectifying the lack of knowledge of women in the Bible which pervades many of our congregations.  It’s a devotional book, with 365 entries, numbered rather than dated (so that readers are not bound to a calendar).  Each entry suggests a short Bible passage, usually only a verse; a brief reflection; and a brief prayer.  I was not able to determine any rhyme or reason to the order in which the devotions are arranged, but there are indices in the back, alphabetically by name of character(s) and chronologically by book in the Bible,  which could be used to organize an individual or group prayer or study time.

This book is designed for ease and solace, rather than for deep study or challenge.  The most controversial events in the lives of women or teachings on the roles of women are either glossed over or avoided altogether.  Bathsheba’s rape is acknowledged, but the consequences are referred to as “the shame of her first pregnancy.” Yael (Jael) warrants two days, but the violence of her murderous action is not depicted.  Mary Magdalene’s discovery of the resurrected Jesus is depicted in a context of her sorrow and weeping rather than her joy and proclamation. Pauls’ admonishment to women not to exercise teaching authority over men makes no appearance at all.  And the brevity of the passages cited means that all context is omitted, so that answers to readers’ questions must be sought elsewhere.

Human lives are complex ~ and that includes the lives of Biblical women.  The layered depths of their lives are missing from this text, so that the reader or group seeking nuance or provocation must look elsewhere. However, with the names of so many Biblical women lost to time, and their frequent appearance as little more than faint shadows along the margins of history, it is a boon to prayer and study that obscure and overlooked women find a place in this book.  This devotional is a good beginning.





I received two copies of this book for review purposes, and was not compensated for this review.

Easter Sermon

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As I am between (I hope!) calls, I attended church yesterday with extended family, with whom my husband and I were visiting for his mom’s 85th birthday.  But I miss preaching!  And so . . .  here’s last year’s sermon:

Empty Tomb, Overflowing Love

The stone sealing the tomb – it was heavy.  The tomb contained a body, laid there just day before yesterday.  And now, this morning: the stone rolled away, the tomb empty – what do these things mean?

The gospel of Luke doesn’t offer us many clues.

When we read this story, we are often left with a feeling of dissatisfaction, with a sense that much of the story is missing, with an empty feeling of having been left hanging.  It’s a simple story which makes a big claim – but what is Luke trying to tell us?

There are some women, three of them named –Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Joanna – and at least two of them not named.  They have prepared spices with which to tend to the body of their beloved friend Jesus, the one who was killed by crucifixion two days earlier.

They arrive at the cemetery, they find the cave-like tomb open, and inside, instead of the broken body for which they hope to care, they are confronted by two men, dressed in dazzling clothing, who ask them, “Why do you look for the living among the dead?  He is not here, but he is risen.”  Then the men remind them of what Jesus had told them in the past about this event – that he would be handed over to sinners and crucified and rise again.

The women do remember, and so they leave to find the other disciples, and to tell them what has happened.  The other disciples don’t believe them; they call the women’s story “an idle tale,” or “nonsense.”  But Peter, apparently wanting to see for himself, dashes to the graveyard to look inside the tomb and then, finding nothing but the grave clothes lying limply where a body should be, goes home.

And that’s it. That’s the story as we have it from Luke.

It’s not much of a plot to go on: We have a few individuals, several of them not even named, in a desolate setting, having some sort of supernatural encounter, hearing the words “He has risen.”

And we have the verbs that the gospel writer used to describe these few people, these few followers of a man who has been killed and whose body has now mysteriously disappeared.  Depending upon your translation, the women and the other disciples are variously described as:

Perplexed. Terrified.  Frightened.  Amazed.  Wondering.

Maybe those are our clues as to what Luke is trying to tell us.  These words, these responses:

He has risen.  Confusion and fear and amazement.  The women, ridiculed.  Peter, so stunned that he . . .  goes back home.  They had been told, by Jesus himself, that this would happen but, come on!  As another preacher has said, and I wish I could take credit for this one, “If the dead don’t stay dead, what CAN you count on?”[1]

You can’t count on the dead to stay dead.  You can’t count on bodies to stay in tombs.  You can’t count on people to remember what they’ve been told, or to understand what they see with their own eyes.

What you CAN count on is that God is not stymied by heavy stones, or dark tombs, or human confusion or fear.  What you CAN count on is that God is not bound by the old, and most definitely not defeated by death.

What you CAN count on is that God is doing a completely new thing.  A completely different thing. Something so new and different that it will take days, years, a lifetime, all of history, to comprehend.

Something so vast, so powerful, so all-encompassing, that we can only begin to grasp it by allowing ourselves, like Jesus’ first disciples, women and men alike, to be perplexed and terrified and frightened

And to wonder: What force has been unleashed in the world, what power is so grand, that it has emptied a tomb?

There is only one such force in the entire universe, and that is the force of love.

What that empty tomb represents, what those limp and useless grave clothes tell us, is this: That things are not as they were.  History has been challenged.  The course of events for all of creation has been altered by a God who will. not. be. satisfied. to let sin and destruction and hopelessness and death have the last word. In the face of so much evidence to the contrary, God’s kingdom of love reigns over all other kingdoms of self-centeredness and acquisitiveness and materialism and manipulation and politics and violence.

The disciples don’t seem to have understood all of this at once.  How could they have?  We don’t understand it ourselves, 2,000 years later.  I sometimes wonder what Jesus’ followers talked about among themselves that morning after they went home.  I imagine that much of the conversation was like that which follows any death.  “What now?”  And that it was heightened by the missing body.  And by the words of those dazzling men, whom we presume to have been angels: “Remember what he told you.”

Perhaps as they sat together, made breakfast, drank their coffee, expressed their fears to one another, perhaps those early followers of Jesus recalled not only his words, but other words they had learned.  Who knows?  Perhaps they even recalled those other words given to us this morning, from the prophet Isaiah:

“I am about to create new heavens and a new earth; the former things shall not be remembered or come to mind.  . . .  I am about to create Jerusalem as a joy, and its people as a delight. I will rejoice in Jerusalem, and delight in my people; no more shall the sound of weeping be heard in it, or the cry of distress.  . . . They shall build houses and inhabit them; they shall plant vineyards and eat their fruit.  . . . Before they call I will answer, while they are yet speaking I will hear. The wolf and the lamb shall feed together, the lion shall eat straw like the ox.   . . .   They shall not hurt or destroy on all my holy mountain, says the Lord.”

New heavens and a new earth.  Joy.  Delight.  The building of houses and the planting of vineyards and the lusciousness of fruit.  The peaceful cooperation of those who were once predator and prey.  The absence of hurt and destruction.  A God who answers before we call.  A God who hears before we speak.

No wonder Luke leaves us hanging on Easter morning, pauses us in a moment of stunned silence.  No wonder the women and men who followed Jesus are a bit bewildered and lost, wandering back to their homes in a state of confused apprehension.  No wonder.  No wonder at all.

The wonder is not that they respond as they do.  The wonder is reserved for what has happened.  Death has been conquered.  Love has triumphed.

Jesus has completely, powerfully, overwhelmingly, defeated death by transforming it into life.

Jesus has taken the horror of death — the torment, the bodily disintegration, the despair, the grief – and demolished them all.  He has begun the work of the new creation; in his rising he has flung open the door that leads to the light and life of new heavens and a new earth, to the full presence of God in which we, too, will be transformed by love.

That tomb?  It’s empty.  Those grave clothes?  Useless.  Those befuddled disciples?  Witnesses to something so new that they could not yet grasp it, not on that perplexing, terrifying, amazing morning.

But pouring, rushing, overflowing from that empty tomb and into the universe: a love so complete, so powerful, so creative that it rises victorious over all that threatens to harm or break or destroy  . . .  a love that destroys even death.

Go ahead:  Be stunned.  Be amazed.  But be NOT afraid.  Because love wins.

Happy Easter.


[1] Anna Carter Florence quoted by David Lose in Working Preacher



Nevertheless, She Persisted (Retreat for Survivors of Third Sunday in Lent)

Samaritan Woman Roman Caracombs

The story of the Woman at the Well (name not recorded; how surprising) in the Gospel of John recounts an encounter between Jesus, an itinerant Jewish teacher, and a Samaritan woman, someone with whom, due to her gender, ethnicity, and religious beliefs, he is expected to avoid.  It’s the longest conversation he has with anyone in the Bible, a conversation in which he elicits from her an acknowledgement that she has been married five times and is now with number six, but swiftly moves on to a revelation of who he is, which in turn upends her entire life.

The Samaritan Woman and I have had a long relationship.  A decade or so ago, I spent several days meditating upon and praying with her story, and her movement from an encounter with Jesus at the well and out into the world to tell what she had heard was a pivotal factor in propelling me into seminary.

A few years later, my son gone, I often focused on her exhaustion and disappointment.  She has a history of negative characterizations due to those five husbands, but there is no indication in the story of anything untoward on her part.  (My father was widowed three times and divorced once, and I was once a family lawyer, so I am well acquainted with the disillusionment and heartache that follow the end of dashed hopes, whatever the reason.)

This year, I find that I am really, really liking the Samaritan Woman.  I mean, I always did, but this year, her persistence in leaving behind her water jar, the symbol of a life tangled in the expectations and promises of others and in the sadness and hardship which have come her way, and walking confidently into a new future ~ this year I am seeing not only the gift of water rushing from Jesus’ life into hers, but the gift of determination that she packs up and takes with her.

I don’t know where you are as you read this.  If you are in the early years, it may be all you can do to sit by your well, and that’s okay.  But if you can look ahead, even of only for a minute or two at a time, perhaps you can see a future.  Not the one you wanted or planned for, but the one that came your way due to the past being smashed to bits.

How might you respond, when you can?



The Long and Winding Road (Sermon)

Oh, what to preach, this first day of a new year?  We could focus on the Isaiah text, or on the Psalm, which implore us to remember to be grateful to God for the abundance of gifts showered upon us each day – certainly glorious texts for a day of transition from old and welcome to new.  We could turn to Celebrate, which offers us a re-run of the angels at the birth of Christ, glorifying God from the sky, and thus helps us to maintain the Christmas spirit of praise for a bit longer.  Or we could turn to the official lectionary text from Matthew, in which the departure of the magi is briefly mentioned (and we’ll hear about those magi next week, just a bit out of order, but today they are already gone), and the tone of the gospel swiftly changes from the gratitude and praise exhibited by the magi to the darkness of Herod’s mad slaughter of innocent children.

There are benefits to the third approach, which we are going to take this morning.

For one, it reminds us that Jesus was born into a world not unlike our own, a world of turmoil and violence – and yet, or and thus, as we shall see, and thus as the angels tell us, “Glory to God!”

For another, the Matthew reading illuminates the plight of millions of refugees the world over, in the persons of the Holy Family and in their narrative.

And third reason to read Matthew is that it tells us that God is behind all, supporting God’s child and God’s people, and that, as Isaiah says, we have a multitude of gracious deeds to God for which to be grateful.

So let’s look at our reading from Matthew. What a story opens before us – a long and winding road of faith indeed.  Jesus has been born, magi have come from afar with their gifts – and once again, an angel appears in a dream to Joseph.  But this time, the angel does not say “Fear not” – the exhortation given to Mary and to Joseph before the birth of Jesus, and to the shepherds gathered around the manger.  This time the angel says, “Get out of here!  Go to Egypt!”  For King Herod, furious at having been tricked by the magi, who did not return to tell him where the newborn king lay, goes on a wild and demented rampage, killing all children two years old and under, any one of whom, he thinks, might threaten his rule. Imagine the horror, the bloodshed, the wailing of mothers – and fathers – for their children.  We hear the loud wailing and lamentation in Ramah, the weeping of the symbolic Rachel – the mother of a long-ago Joseph, the dreamer who saved his people in Egypt, Rachel, the mother of all of Israel, crying for her children.

There is much to fear here.  The presence of God in the form of a human child — anticipated and lauded in the words of Isaiah — this presence has barely been recognized and celebrated when human sinfulness intrudes, in the form of a destructive, murderous, prideful and insecure king.  We might pause to be amazed that God has chosen to enter this world as a helpless and vulnerable child, a child who is kin to all other helpless and vulnerable children. Glory to God, indeed!

And then, then we look away from the angel, away from Herod, and focus on Mary and Joseph and Jesus. Refugees in Egypt.  As is so often the case, the Bible tells a whole world of a story in a few words:  “Then Joseph got up, took the child and his mother by night, and went to Egypt, and remained there until the death of Herod.”

What do you suppose it was like for this little family? Do you think they were welcomed, or ignored, or harassed in Egypt?  Anglican priest and poet Malcom Guite puts it this way:

We think of [Jesus] as safe beneath the steeple,

Or cozy in a crib beside the font,

But he is with a million displaced people

On the long road of weariness and want.[1]

Did people help our little family, or did people fear them? They looked different from Egyptians.  They wore different clothes, cooked different food, spoke a different language.  Was there work for Joseph, or did his new neighbors say, “Egyptian jobs for Egyptians only?”  Was Mary welcomed into a supportive circle of other young mothers, or was she shunned as an outsider when she tried to share new foods with the other women?  Was the toddler Jesus able to play with other children, or was he exiled to the walls of his parents’ home, pointed at or avoided by children who saw him as “other?”

This is a telling story for us today, isn’t it?  We might think that the question of refugees is far from us, something we see on the evening news about Syria.   We might hope that the question of refuges is far from us, because we find that we are unsettled or even fearful when we consider that many refugees are Muslim, and that radical Muslims have brought terror into our lives.

But refugees are not far from us, and Muslims are not synonymous with terrorists. If you have been following the lengthy features in The New York Times about Syrians settling in Toronto, you might realize that “they” are closer than you had thought, but still think that “they” are not people you need to consider daily.  In that case, you might want to know that Trinity Lutheran Church in Cleveland (as distinct from Pastor Angela’s Trinity Lutheran in Lakewood) houses Building Hope in the City, an urban mission organization which, among other things, serves refugees in the City of Cleveland.

I know a little about this now, because my husband, retired corporate internet person, is volunteering there, helping to teach English and helping families with daily needs.  A couple of weeks ago, he took a woman to a medical appointment, husband and daughter in tow – the eight-year-old daughter acting as translator, going in with her mother to her stress test so that she could translate the doctor’s instructions, and then prancing off for her free, American snow-day afternoon. Think about Mary, the mother of Jesus.  Was there someone in Egypt to help her find her way and translate for her if she needed medical care?   Were there relaxing days in the company of friends?

There are other refugee stories I am just learning.  Yesterday I watched a video on the NYT website about a Syrian refuge camp in Jordan.  70,000 people displaced by war.   2500 business start-ups — we are talking about intelligent and creative people, trapped in the desert and living in containers.  The average stay in a refugee camp is 26 years. One 15yo girl being interviewed spoke of her hopes for medical school.  What are her chances?

Now you know my personal reasons

Many in America find these stories frightening, because we are quick to see the Herods of this world, and slow to see the resilience, the courage, and the beauty of the human spirit required to resist them.

But it is a story to which we, as Christians, are compelled to attend, regardless of whether it has personal meaning for us.  The ELCA’s Bishop Elizabeth Eaton tells us that

we Christians and all others of good will cannot let fear rule the day. Fear paralyzes,  divides people, fosters distrust and clouds judgments.  We also stand shoulder to  shoulder with people of faith who are firmly opposed to vengeful reprisals and prejudice. In particular, we are concerned for and committed to standing with our  Muslim neighbors who are facing threats and acts of discrimination and hate by those who conflate Islam with terrorism (

It is a long and winding road, this journey of faith.  It is a road on which legitimate fears must be addressed – fears of violence, of racism, of hatred.    But it is also a road on which we are told repeatedly that God is at work, laboring for us, albeit often in  quite surprising ways.

For Mary and Joseph and Jesus, it started with a journey to Bethlehem, and then a 200-mile trip to Egypt, and then a road to back Nazareth and, ultimately, to Jerusalem.  For the rest of us, it starts at home, and expands to neighborhood and church and school, and then to a broader world and, one hopes, to connections and relationships with those we may never have imagined becoming part of our lives, any more than we imagined ourselves becoming part of theirs.  And behind it all, as Isaiah says, is a God who saves, redeems, and lifts and carries us.

Think about Mary and Joseph and Jesus.  Can you see them in the world’s refugees of 2017?  Can you see their strength and powerful witness to God’s movement in their lives?  Can you see that Jesus began his earthly life on the margins, in a stable, on the road, in a community of refugees?

Our faith is not glitzy.  Despite our beloved Christmas sparkles and awe-inspiring music and brilliant candles, our faith lies in someone who journeyed, grew up, and then began the redemptive work of God among those who were poor, those who were hungry, those who were beleaguered by the powers and principalities.   A child of God, a SOG, who came into the world as it is, who came to us as we are — perhaps hungry for food, perhaps hungry for security, most assuredly broken in some way.

A new year lies before us, a new portion of the road opens its way to us.  How will we respond to the call issued by our infant king, our refugee child, our prince of peace? Fear NOT.  God is at work.  Jesus is among us.  The Spirit leads us.



Streams in the Desert ~ Sermon for Advent 3



We are waiting.  We are waiting in anticipation and hope for the coming of the infant Christ, “God in the manger” as Dietrich Bonhoeffer puts it, and we are waiting in anticipation and hope for the saving grace of Jesus to renew and restore all of creation and all of us.  And today, we have two texts in particular to help us with this waiting.

The first comes to us from the prophet Isaiah, writing about God’s faithfulness to God’s promises in light of the horrors of the Babylonian exile.  In the late 500s BCE, the Jewish people were utterly defeated in war by the Babylonians, their holy city of Jerusalem destroyed and their temple reduced to rubble.  As was typical in that time, the elite of their society —  the political, literate, artistic, and construction elite – were dragged into exile in Babylon, so that they could not rebuild their community and its life.  Exile was their destiny for the next sixty years – three generations of Jews.  Many born in Babylon would never see their homeland.

But Isaiah speaks a message of hope, a message of hope in God’s salvation, a message which we read as hope in the Messiah coming to us at the end of Advent.  And Isaiah’s hope encompasses all that is broken – the earth itself, and the people who live here.  Isaiah proclaims that God promises streams of water and blooming flowers in the desert, and healed human beings – the blind seeing, the deaf hearing, and the lame leaping.

Our gospel text, reiterating some of Isaiah’s words, is from Matthew: a text from the gospel readings for this new lectionary year which tells us that Jesus is the one.  It’s not John the Baptist, it’s not any of the other prophets wandering around Israel – Jesus who is the one who has come to save the world.  Jesus is the one who has come to inaugurate the kingdom of God.

And here’s something you should know about Matthew as this church year begins:  Matthew is very much focused on the kingdom of God, the already-but-not-yet kingdom of God – already among us in the person of Jesus Christ, but not yet fulfilled, as we can easily tell by looking around or watching the news.  Already underway but not yet fully realized.

So, in this world of Advent 2017, in which we long for the fulfillment of the promises we hear in Isaiah and Matthew, where do we look?  I want to tell you about two possibilities in which I engaged last week-end – possibilities open to you as well

Last Friday I “attended” a webinar produced by Interfaith Power and Light.  For those of you who maybe aren’t familiar with the term webinar, it means an online presentation, which you “attend” by  sitting in your office or home or local coffee shop, and watching and listening on your computer.

For those of you who don’t know what Interfaith Power and Light is, it’s a faith-based organization whose mission “is to be faithful stewards of Creation by responding to global warming through the promotion of energy conservation, energy efficiency, and renewable energy.”  Some of you may recall that Rev. Drew Genzsler, the Director of Lutheran Metropolitan Ministries, preached here at the beginning of this year, and that his wife, Alycia Ashburn, who works for the Ohio chapter of Power and Light and used to work for Lutherans Restoring Creation, spoke as well.  And last summer Bethesda on the Bay joined Power and Light, and immediately proceeded with an energy audit of our building, which we hope will help us make more informed choices and decisions about energy in the future.

Now, you may be thinking, here we go, veering into politics.  Not sure I like this.  And indeed, the webinar I attended was about politics, urging us to make contact with Congress, with the in-coming administration, and with the media on matters of climate change and energy conservation.

But it was also about education – always the first step in decision-making.  I will tell you honestly that I don’t know a lot about climate change.  I do know that the vast majority of scientists believe that it is taking place.    I know that many people question whether it is caused by human beings, but I’m not sure of the significance of that – humans don’t cause cancer, either but we certainly try to address it.  And I know that one of the first things that the Bible tells us is that God has made us stewards of creation —  the caregivers, the lovers, and the defenders of our beautiful planet and universe.

Isaiah’s text today begins with God’s restoration of creation – a critical component of what will happen when Christ comes again.  An essential task for us as we seek to build the already-but-not-yet kingdom of God.  There can be no question but that work done by organizations like Interfaith Power and Light represent streams in the desert – streams of hope and life in the desert of destructive forces damaging our earthly home.

So that was Friday- a creation-focused day.  On Saturday –a  people-focused day — I spent the morning with a Northeast Ohio Synod discussion group on race and culture at New Covenant Lutheran Church in East Cleveland.  Similar gatherings have been occurring about once a month as an outgrowth of initial conversations at the Synod gathering in Akron back in May.  A couple of us attended one of those meetings at the Synod event, and came away renewed in the hope of Bethesda becoming part of a long-term inter-racial and inter-cultural conversation among Lutherans here in northeast Ohio.

The morning’s pattern was simple and easy to follow.  Some instructions, two brief presentations, and an hour discussion around a table, based on a Biblical passage – or not.  One of our presenters was Rev. Charles Eduardos, whom I know from our mutual interest in health care and spirituality, and whom many of you know as the pastor of All Saints in Olmsted Falls.  Pastor Eduardos talked about racial prejudice as he has experienced it, starting with his high school years in which as a bright student he was discouraged from participating in Cleveland’s elite academic programs because he was a young man of color and thus considered not capable of the work – a young man who would eventually go on to study engineering and theology.

Our other presenter is a seminary student in Chicago, Mexican by heritage, who is active in the Decolonize Lutheranism effort.  What does that mean? you might be asking. Well, the Lutheran Church is no longer home solely to people of western European descent.  It no longer encompasses solely the descendants of European colonial powers.  Today Lutherans can be found all over the world, people of all colors and ethnicities.   The goal of Decolonize Lutheranism is to pursue “a strategy toward authentic diversity in the ELCA.”

Does that sound scary to you, or does it sound exhilarating?   If you attend – or perhaps host – one of these events – you will like find the discussion to be both scary and exhilarating.  At my table we talked openly about the election, but mostly we talked about the challenges of talking with people with whom we disagree and who disagree with us — which means that we talked about the challenges of listening and hearing what others have to say.  Our Biblical text was Jonah – fresh out of the whale and headed to the city of Ninevah to warn the people there of God’s coming judgment.  Now, you may recall that God sent Jonah to Ninevah, but Jonah didn’t want to go.  He didn’t appreciate God’s love for a people whom Jonah thought should rot in hell, and he wasn’t about to preach God’s love to them.  So he hopped on a ship to another city, hoping to escape his call.  But a big storm tossed the ship about and tossed Jonah into the belly of a whale – after which dreadful experience he reluctantly agreed to follow God’s instructions and go to Nineveh – a place to which he did not want to go, and where people did not want him to come.  And that story – of speaking and listening despite many challenges – was the jumping off point for our table’s discussion – and we did have a scary and exhilarating morning. 

I would call it a morning on which the desert bloomed in East Cleveland, exactly as Isaiah promised it would. The desert of prejudice and fear and apprehension bloomed into flowers of conversation and hope.

It’s Advent, my friends.  God promises the restoration of the desert – and we see that restoration beginning to take place, in the efforts of people of faith to care for the earth and to care for one another.  The kingdom of God is among us – Jesus IS the one – and joy in the form of a baby on  a manger nudges us to set aside our doubts and fears and open our hearts to a world in need of our faithful presence.  Amen.

Who Is This King of Glory? (Sermon for Christ the King Sunday)

We Americans aren’t on board with the whole king-idea.

If you watch Game of Thrones, you might think of royalty as involving power and wealth, intrigue and property, dynasties and warfare.

If you’re watching the current Netflix show, The Crown, about the British Queen Elizabeth coming to her throne, then you might think of royalty as involving power and wealth, intrigue and power, dynasties and warfare – and Winston Churchill.

If you are a disciple of Jesus Christ, the real King of Glory, then  . . . . how do you think of kingship?  How do you think of royalty?

Today, Christ the King Sunday, the final Sunday of the Church year, it’s incumbent upon us to ponder that question.  Who is the King of Glory?

He was not born in the lying-in room of the local palace. He was born into an impoverished family, his earthly parents not married when he was conceived.

He was not a member of the political elite.  He was born into an oppressed community, a culture far down on the Roman scale of prestige and authority.

He was not secure by birth or status or privilege.  With his parents, he was a refugee in Egypt, fleeing persecution and likely murder before he could even walk or talk.

He did not speak on behalf of the “haves,” the affluent, the powerful.  In his very first sermon, recounted in Luke 4, he proclaimed that “The Spirit of the Lord [was] upon him, [and that he had been anointed] to bring good news to the poor . . . to proclaim release to the captive and recovery of sight to the blind, to let the oppressed go free, [and] to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.”

He did not teach how to win friends and influence people, how to make a million, how to create financial wealth for your descendants.  He taught that those who are blessed, those whose lives are most open to God, are those who are poor, those who are hungry, those who weep.

He did not ridicule or turn aside from those who are ill or injured or disabled, mentally or physically. He did not fear them, or wring his hands helplessly before walking away from them. He walked straight toward them, and  stopped to lift them up and to heal them.

He did not denigrate “the Other.”  He made them heroes of his encounters and his stories: the Syro-Phonecian Woman, and the Good Samaritan.

He did not belittle or ignore women, send them to the kitchen or bar them from roles of authority. He lifted them up, supported them, and commissioned them to preach the good news of his kingdom: the Woman at the Well, and Mary Magdalene.

He did not despair of the rituals and rules and teachings of the community in which he had been formed.  But he did condemn those who were its hypocritical leaders, and said that he had come to fulfill the law,  a fulfillment in which compassion and forgiveness and hope are paramount.

He did not wield weapons or other forms of power to elude the death which came to him, as it does it all human beings.  He accepted humiliation, torture, and the end of life with humility and with a sense of purpose.

He did not follow up on his astonishing resurrection with a claim to secular power, with an amalgamation of political and military forces, with a demand for a crown.  After his resurrection, he went right back to the people he had loved: that anonymous couple on the road to Emmaus, that motley crew of disciples back in their fishing boat.

This is who the King of Glory is: He aligns himself, persistently and consistently, with the poor, the oppressed, the refugee, the imprisoned, the hungry, the grieving, the broken and heartbroken, the disenfranchised, the overlooked.

This is who the King of Glory is: a king of abundant love, of extravagant generosity, a king who molds sinners into saints.

Regardless of who and where you are this morning – whether you are looking forward to a tv commercial-perfect holiday gathering, or to one in which the family has long since crumbled, or to dinner alone; whether you are content with your lot in life or feeling crushed by its demands; whether you are looking forward to good health and energy, or to a renewed round of doctors and hospitals – regardless of who and where you are, Jesus Christ is your king.  Loving you, challenging you, changing you.

And about this king of ours, Martin Luther –, as I learned in confirmation class with the kids last week — Martin Luther said, “Where he is, there I shall be also.”

On this Christ the King Sunday, and in the days and weeks ahead, will you be where your king is?  Will you open yourself to his love, accept his challenges, allow him to change you?

In the name of Christ the King,


Come to the Table?

A sermon preached on August 28, 2016 ~

The question mark at the end of the sermon title is intentional.  Welcome to the table.  Welcome to the table?

Are we a truly welcoming congregation?  Are we a radically hospitable congregation?

One afternoon this week, I spent some time sitting here, and then walking slowly through this sanctuary. Which of you were involved with the design and building of this space?  Those of you who were may be aware of things that others of us take for granted – and I bet that Marion is aware of these things as well! —  and I wanted to really take it all in.  The beautifully grained and carved and polished woodwork.  The elegant fabric used for the pew cushions and communion kneelers.  The graceful ship’s hull design of the ceiling.  The beautifully crafted banners.  The stunning windows, with their rainbow of blue hues and their intriguing symbolic designs.  (I didn’t even know, until I came here, that the seashell is a symbol for baptism — and I like the seashell window so much that I photographed it for the illustration on my business cards.)

The windows – take a look at the windows on the back wall.  Do you know, without looking, what they are?  One portrays a cross with a wine chalice; the other, sheaves of wheat and a cluster of grapes.  That means that when you walk forward for communion, you come from the symbols of the Lord’s Table, and then you return to the symbols of the Lord’s Table.  And what I wondered, as I wandered through the sanctuary, was whether we live up to the radical hospitality symbolized by that table?  Do we live up to the beauty of our sanctuary in our overall lives as a congregation?

When we invite Jesus into our congregation, does he fit in easily and comfortably?  Or does Jesus, with his ideas and exhortations and his entourage of the poor and the homeless and the broken, create some challenges for us?

We have a story today that starts out simply enough.  Jesus has gone to the home of one of the Pharisees for a Sabbath dinner.  Jesus is always sharing a meal with one group of people or another, and all kinds of conversations happen at these meals.  That’s pretty much the same in our own lives, isn’t it – we gather over meals, and all kinds of things happen – especially if your family is one of the more complex versions of family.  A lot of us these days have the kinds of families in which some of the people who might be present at a big gathering have labels like “former” or “step” or “half” or “ex,”  and while there are families which handle those situations quite well, others are a bit prone to drama.  Well, when Jesus is present, drama has a way of emerging, albeit for different reasons. And at the particular meal that we’re speaking of today, the Pharisees are watching for it.  Is he going to suddenly reach out and heal someone? Is a woman going to appear with a jar of oil and stoop down to wash his feet? Is he going to call someone out for some reason? It can be a little nerve-wracking, to share a meal with Jesus.

At first, Jesus just watches, and offers a bit of advice.  He watches the guests jostling for position, and then he tells them a story about a wedding banquet, pointing out that, rather than grabbing a place of honor and risking the humiliation of the host asking you to move and make way for someone important, it’s better to take one of the seats in the back. Perhaps then the host will do you the honor of asking you to move forward. Nothing too surprising here.

But then he goes a little further, and proclaims that “all who exalt themselves will be humbled, and those who humble themselves will be exalted.”  With Jesus, it’s never just about the meal.  It’s never just about the ordinary events and experiences of life; it’s always about a deeper meaning.  It’s always about the kingdom of God, the kingdom he has come to inaugurate here on earth.  The kingdom which we, too, are invited to proclaim, in the everyday circumstances of our lives.

A couple of weeks ago, several of our youth came in for an event at which we discussed some of the challenges of high school. We had prepared several questions for them to reflect on, one of which was, “What would you do if you saw a new kid sitting all alone at lunch?”  A couple of the young people pretty quickly came up with the idea that they would invite this new kid to join the group at their table, so they’d have someone to eat with and get to know a few people.  Kingdom behavior.  And do you know, at Bible study this week, as we discussed this passage, the same sort of scenario came up – except this time — at church.  What do you do when you notice someone sitting alone at a Soup Supper or another event?

Jesus himself moves pretty quickly from his story about wedding banquet guests to his kingdom message about humility to this even broader kingdom question of hospitality.  When you are a guest at a banquet, take the lowliest seat, so that you will not be embarrassed by having over-stepped your place.  As a guest of God, know that humility is valued over self-exaltation.  And then: when you are a host . . .  when you are a host, “invite the poor, the crippled, the lame and the blind” – invite those who are in no position to repay you with a reciprocal invitation.

Now, suddenly, we’ve moved way beyond good manners, or even appropriate recognition of honor and humility.  Now we’ve moved into the arena of radical hospitality.  We’ve moved into the arena symbolized by those windows at the back. We’ve moved into the question of what, and who, are this beautiful sanctuary and this expansive building for?

The Rule of St. Benedict, written over 1,500 years ago as monasteries were being established all over Europe, says that, “All guests who present themselves are to be welcomed as Christ.”  In an era in which travel was arduous and dangerous and few overnight establishments existed, the monasteries performed a vital function in welcoming travelers of all sorts.   In writing about the sort of hospitality in which Benedictine monks continue to engage today, monk Daniel Homan says

“Hospitality does not focus on the goal of being hospitable.  It is not about the one offering  hospitality.  Instead, it is singularly focused on the object of hospitality – the stranger, the guest, the delightful other.  One of the inherent problem with programs to develop radical hospitality  is the focus on hospitality as  a goal.  Hospitality requires that our focus is on the other rather than attainment of a concept.”[1]

I think our youth in the cafeteria have the idea.  Their immediate focus was on making the new kid more comfortable by welcoming him or her into the group – on relationship.  On “the delightful other.” How do we do this in the church?

The Methodists have a few things to say about radical hospitality, using Benedict’s words 1,500 years later.  They tell us that “ ‘radical hospitality’ requires intentional invitation and welcome. It goes beyond greeters at the door and handshakes during worship to welcome every person as an honored guest.’

Certainly, being a “friendly” church is good. But being in ministry in a confused and hurting world calls for “radical hospitality,” which breathes our core value: people are important to God and to this church.”[2]

And what about Lutherans?  On a website called “Radical Hospitality for the Rest of Us,” I discovered a short blurb about Peace Lutheran in Tacoma, Washington, “a 100 year old church that has successfully transitioned from being a dwindling ethnic German-Russian congregation in the 1960s to a diverse and vibrant congregation that reflects the demographics of the neighborhood and is deeply engaged with the needs of its community. The church is an unusual combination of Lutheran solidity (efficient systems and accountability) with vibrant relationships and an openness to the unexpected. It is a congregation that embodies the best of the Lutheran heritage of service and grace.”[3]

Well, what does all of this mean for us?  We know that as guests we are to exercise humility – ok.  We know that we do in our daily lives, in even the smallest of ways, has the potential to reflect the kingdom of God.  We know that we are to treat our guests as if they are Christ himself.  But how. Exactly, do we make the leap from being a friendly church to a radically hospitable church?

In have three suggestions for us, from small to big to the challenge of leaving our own space.  Small, and this one is from the Methodists: Decide that each Sunday you are going to greet two people you don’t know.  If it turns out that they are long time members whom maybe you should know, that’s ok. (I know that everyone worries about this!) No one gets to be insulted or embarrassed – that’s the humility part!

Big:  Whom might we invite to one of our events – to a Soup Super, or to something new? Students from Tri-C?  Guests from the Knickerbocker?  People from I don’t know where?  Whom might we welcome as the faces of Christ into our beautiful building?

Going out? We are a people sent by God to share the good news of God’s love. Where might we be sent to share that love through hospitality – to help serve a meal, to deliver food, to in some other way give of the abundance we have been given?

This all started with a story about who gets the seats of honor, and who perhaps does not.  But where Jesus is concerned, everyone gets a seat of honor.  Those symbols in the windows at the back, those symbols of bread and wine and cross – they are not just for us.  They are for the whole world and we, like Jesus, are called to be for the whole world.  We all, in fact, sit at the same place.  We are all invited :to sit at the Lord’s table, and there are none who are either too high or too low in status to be excluded.  As the old saying goes, ‘The ground is level at the foot of the Cross.’ “[4]

Welcome to the table is not a question – welcome to the table is an exclamation.  All are welcome – all are welcome by the Host of Love to the community of love.  Amen.


[1] Lonni Collins Pratt with Father Daniel Homan, OSB.  Radical Hospitality.  2011.

[2] Poona Patodia, “Is it time to move from friendly to radical hospitality?”



Holy Healing

A sermon preached on August 21, 2016 ~

What needs to be healed in your life, I wonder? Or in the life of someone you know? 

We all have our list, right?  The recent injury, the long-term condition, the critical illness, the mental or emotional disorder which so hampers daily life.  And we know how long it can take for a health matter to be resolved – and I would venture that most of us in this sanctuary are covered by good health care plans.  Long waits in doctors’ offices may be a feature, but that’s about as bad as it gets.  We don’t live in a remote part of Africa in which virtually no maternity care is available, or in Aleppo, Syria, being bombed so heavily that almost no medical resources at all are left.  And yet even we, with all of our health care advantages, understand the value of immediate response. In fact, isn’t one of the Clinic’s main advertising slogans these days that you can get “same day care?”  Because “everyone deserves world class care?”

World class or same-day care didn’t mean much for the woman in our story today.  We don’t know – was she a young woman, suffering from a birth defect like spina bifida or a lifelong challenge like scoliosis?  Was she an older woman, bent down by osteoarthritis?  Was she a woman in midlife, crushed by the weight of depression or grief?  What we do know is that for eighteen years she had been bent over, bent so that she mostly saw other people’s feet, bent so that she could not do the simplest of tasks with ease, bent so that she was excluded from conversation, from daily household work, from community life.

And Jesus?  Jesus is on the road toward his destiny in Jerusalem, a journey that takes up several chapters in Luke, and he has stopped by a local synagogue and received an invitation to preach on the Sabbath.   “Remember the Sabbath and keep it holy” – we know that commandment, although we tend to think that we are exempt from observing it – we know it, and so did Jesus’ Jewish community.  The Sabbath was a day set apart, a day for rest – because God rested – and a day for celebration – because the Jews had been freed from slavery.  The Sabbath was a day of liberation – for God and human beings alike – liberation from the toil that competes for time and saps energy and distracts us from wonder and awe at the beauty and magnificence of creation. 

And Jesus, according to the critical leader of the temple, has upset that priority, because he has, upon seeing that bent-over woman, reached out and healed her.


We don’t want to misunderstand the leader.  He is not an insensitive or cruel person, indifferent to the woman’s plight.  He is simply doing his job as he understands it: protecting the synagogue service and the teaching of faith from disruption.  And, perhaps even more importantly in his own eyes, he is affirming the faith given to the people by God by reminding them that they are to keep the Sabbath holy – set aside, reverenced with their time and attention – and accusing Jesus of violating one of the fundamental tenets of Jewish life with God.  We are so used to hearing this sort of story from our own point of view that we forget how important the laws of observance were to Jesus’ own people, and how they treasured those laws as a gift from God. 

But the synagogue leader is missing something here!  He is missing one of the main points of Sabbath  ~ the celebration of freedom from bondage.    Here is a woman enslaved by her condition, as the Hebrew people were once enslaved in Egypt ~ unable to live into the fullness of life, burdened by a condition imposed upon her and limiting her very movement ~ and Jesus is enacting the experience of liberation right before the eyes of those in the synagogue.

In Bible study this week, someone made a comment right on target about this text.  We remember that Jesus said, “I came not to destroy the law, but to fulfill it” ~ and here he is, the embodied fulfillment of the law, serving and healing someone cast aside as one of the least.  Jesus also said that the Sabbath was made for us, and not we for the Sabbath ~ meaning that we were not made for the purpose of being bound to the Sabbath law so that we might be burdened by it ~ as the woman was by her condition ~ but that the Sabbath was made so that we might know a taste of freedom.

Did Jesus have to complete this healing on the Sabbath?  He did not ~ he could have waited until evening.  What difference would another afternoon have made to someone who had been suffering for eighteen years?  That’s the point made by the temple leader: Why disrupt the day, why blatantly pound a chink into the edifice of the law, with an act that would be as effective later that evening?

But Jesus has another point to make.  Jesus is not merely on an errand of mercy; Jesus is on an errand of urgency.  Jesus is here to launch the kingdom of God, the new creation in which all will be healed and whole, in which we will all be divested of the burdens of sin and completely freed for love.   Jesus is here to tell us that the extravagance of God’s love cannot be constrained, even for a few hours, by laws which delay or impose barriers to the healing of the world.

The precepts of Sabbath teaching, the rituals of Sabbath meals ~ all of them are important, all of them serve to ensure that we remember who God is and who we are ~ but in the absence of love for others, they are as nothing.  And if on a Sabbath day the opportunity arises to heal another person and we do not make the most of it, then are we not forgetting that the Sabbath was made for us?

Is there a better way to spend a holy day than by offering freedom to another human being?  Is there a better way to spend the Sabbath than by offering immediate and complete healing to someone damaged in body and Spirit?  Remember the Sabbath and keep it holy ~ remember the Sabbath and love your neighbor.  Amen.


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