<meta content="OpenOffice.org 3.1 (Win32)" name="GENERATOR" /><style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } --> </style></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">August 4, 2010</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Target Corporation<br /> 1000 Nicollet Mall<br /> Minneapolis, MN 55403</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">I was late to discover Target, having spent years living in NYC. But when I moved out of the city in 2005, I quickly found one of your stores and made it my primary source for retail goods. Since that time I have moved twice, and in each instance found my local Target and used it to set up my household. In fact, Target has accounted for three quarters of my retail purchases in recent years.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">That all changed last week, when I learned of your CEO’s donations to the radicalized right. My current church is surrounded by retail choices: Target, Kohl’s, Kmart, Boscov’s and Bon-Ton, not to mention many specialty stores. So this week when I purchased a wine rack and a Blu-Ray combo pack, I was able to find both at other stores.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Your CEO has the right to donate as he sees fit. I have the right to spend as I see fit. As long as money spent at Target contributes to the gospel of hate rather than to Christ’s gospel of love, I will take my business elsewhere, and will encourage faithful Christian friends to do the same.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">The Rev. J. Gary Brinn</p> <p class="post-info"> </p> <!-- <rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:trackback="http://madskills.com/public/xml/rss/module/trackback/"> <rdf:Description rdf:about="http://garybrinn.com/2010/08/04/letter-to-target-corporation-my-dollars-and-hatred/" dc:identifier="http://garybrinn.com/2010/08/04/letter-to-target-corporation-my-dollars-and-hatred/" dc:title="Letter to Target Corporation: My Dollars and Hatred" trackback:ping="http://garybrinn.com/2010/08/04/letter-to-target-corporation-my-dollars-and-hatred/trackback/" /> </rdf:RDF> --> </div> <div class="post-footer"><a href="http://garybrinn.com/2010/08/04/letter-to-target-corporation-my-dollars-and-hatred/#respond" title="Comment on Letter to Target Corporation: My Dollars and Hatred">No Comments »</a></div> </div> <div class="post"> <div class="post-title"><em><a href="http://garybrinn.com/category/a-sometimes-blog-of-post-modern-theology-and-thought/" title="View all posts in Main Blog" rel="category tag">Main Blog</a></em>29 Jul 2010 05:51 pm</div> <p class="post-info"><a href="http://garybrinn.com/2010/07/29/still-catching-up-on-unposted-sermons/" rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link: Still Catching Up on Unposted Sermons">Still Catching Up on Unposted Sermons</a> </p> <div class="post-content"> <p><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" /><title /><meta content="OpenOffice.org 3.1 (Win32)" name="GENERATOR" /><style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } --> </style></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">The Converted Community</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">[This was my candidate sermon at Colonial Park UCC]</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">The names of other gods got worked into the Hebrew religion. How’s that for the most boring sermon lead in ever? The names of other gods got worked into the Hebrew religion, for example the Canaanite word El, which we find not only in titles like Elohim and El Shaddai, in place names like Bethel and Israel, but also in people’s names like Daniel and Michael, names that in the original Hebrew spoke of the person’s relationship to God. But the oldest name for God seems to be Yahweh, a name connected with Israel’s time in Egypt, connected with the Midianites. You see, that wicked revolutionary Moses lead his small rag-tag band of slaves out of Egypt, and in the process Moses came to know the name of the God of Abraham, of the Patriarchs. In Hebrew it is something like the letters YHWH, and we have interpreted this ancient unspeakable name, this name without vowels, as Yahweh, and we dare speak it, we sophisticated modern folks who don’t believe that names have magic.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">This ancient name, Yahweh, has been interpreted into modern languages. We refer to God as “I AM,” or maybe as “I AM WHO I AM.” This is a statement of being. But while I was in divinity school, some scholars suggested that in ancient times it could just as easily have been read “I AM BECOMING.” Because of complexities of tense and case in ancient Hebrew that are far beyond my understanding, these scholars argue that the verb is progressive. God is not static, God is becoming. And when I first heard this I thought “well all right then… this is a theology I can deal with, this is a God I can love.” Not the static scary god concept we stole from the Greek philosophers and tried to shove down on Yahweh, nope, this was a living God. “I AM BECOMING.” Well God, so am I, through your grace, so am I.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">I like progressive verbs a lot. There are denominations much like ours in history and outlook in several other countries, combinations of Reformed and Lutheran traditions, and one of these sister denominations is called the “Uniting Church.” Try that one on for size. After all, are we really a “united”church? Who are those folks down the street? I love the UCC, but I’d be the first to vote for a name change. The Uniting Church of Christ. We’re still doing it, still working to unite in love, love of our Triune God, love of God’s creation, love of one another…</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">So the first thing I want to do is to totally blow up the title of this sermon, the title provided with this otherwise amazing program on evangelism. Not the “converted” community, oh no… the “converting” community… we’re a work in progress!</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">But what does this converting community look like? And are we actually doing anything that would call for a progressive verb. The answer for most Mainline Protestant churches would be no, no progressing, unless you consider dying a progressive action…</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Yet we at Colonial Park UCC have made a decision, we have decided to be a living church following our Living God. We are progressing, and we’d sure like to know what that looks like… what does a dynamic alive church look like?</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">I’ll tell you what it looks like: it’s a mess. Things don’t always start precisely on time, as much as that drives me crazy, and the flowers aren’t always in the same place they’ve been in for the last forty-five years, though I might wish they were, and the babies don’t always make it to the crying room, drowning out the absolute brilliance of my sermon… okay, maybe the babies should cry, in fact a few adults might want to join in. And all of this is because a living church is filled with people and is relational and people are not static, we are messy and complicated and amazing. There is something that happens when we come together, something transcendent in which you plus me becomes more than just us… it’s at the heart of our theology… “two or more gathered in my name”… all that stuff about the church and the Spirit. It’s holy chaos! At our best we are as constant as the wind, which is to say we’re not, which is actually kind of amazing!</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">We are made of super-strings and atoms and quarks, relating to one another, bonding and breaking and re-combining to make, to create… life! Even our mind develops in relationship. Think about how the infant creates a sense of self: there is the “me” which I know only because I come to know the “not me” that I can’t control, the “not me” that determines when I stop feeling hungry and poopy, and there’s the self that develops to mediate between “me” and “not me”, to look back at the “me.” We’re each a little triangle of relationships, constantly moving. No wonder we understand God as relational, no wonder we see in God the dynamic relationship between the God who is source, who is creator, and the God who is incarnate, is redeemer, and the God who is sustainer, is Spirit.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Relationships, all these relationships. How in the world am I supposed to preach to you about relationships? By definition they can’t be captured in words if they are at all alive.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Maybe we can think about our relationships as a covenanted people by thinking about the relationships of the early church, that might be a starting point. First, there were those who knew Jesus, and I don’t mean that in the modern “do you know Jesus, brother?” sense of the word, I mean as in the people who heard him belch and saw him scratch himself. Some of those people had even given over their lives completely, had become not only followers in the metaphorical sense but also followers in the literal sense, followers of the “put on your sandals and pick up your walking stick and leave your family behind” variety. The Judean religion was fragmented, the followers of Jesus weren’t the only weirdoes, but they were pretty weird. They stood outside of the norm, socially, economically, religiously. Some of you might know what that feels like, to be in the world but not of the world.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">These first followers were Judeans, and Judeans were already considered a bunch of weirdoes out there on the edge of the empire… uptight, never going with the flow. Weirdoes relating to other weirdoes, Judean follower of Jesus, Judean followers of his crazy cousin knee-deep in the Jordan, Pharisees and Essenes and Sadducees and Zealots with their scary knives. And all of these relating to this massive empire with this massive army that was willing to crucify you if you got out of line, that crucified thousands, leaving their stinking corpses up there for all to see, a warning sign. We’ve already got an incredibly complex inter-play, relationships on top of relationships. The first followers were asked to have Jesus-inspired relationships with one another and with this myriad of Judaisms… to teach and to correct and to love.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">But Jesus didn’t stop with the Judeans. He healed and taught Gentiles as well. And that was another big and complex category… and those folks didn’t even believe in God, or at least didn’t believe in a way approved of by the Judean hierarchy, so how were they supposed to believe that Jesus had been sent from God? How were the followers of Jesus supposed to relate to these folks, who didn’t even follow the same customs? How were they to do business with them and eat with them and…</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">And then some of those strange people started making their way into the Jesus community, and that was amazing and oh so sweet and exactly what Jesus wanted, but wait… they didn’t know the stories or teachings… and some of them weren’t Judean!… How were they going to teach them and change them and what happens if in the process they change the community a little too?</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Then there were the social norms of the Empire itself, the brutality of polite society. Everyone accepts everyone else’s gods in this empire, live and let live and all that, except those hard-headed Judeans who keep revolting over religion… What is wrong with them? And then they ignore social convention and break bread together across ethnic and class lines. They keep mixing up the groups, and their economics… well don’t get me started. But they heal and teach and love, even if you’re not one of them…</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">The early church was a cauldron of change. Old systems no longer worked, the idea of an independent Israel / Judea with mighty armies and a mighty Temple filled with a huge bureaucracy that lived off the labor of the community… well between the prophets and the armies of Babylon, Persia, Alexander the Great and Rome… that dream was gone and there needed to be a new dream…</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Relationships and change and progressive verbs. A little peace and quiet and security would be nice. Can I have a little Twenty-third Psalm time, a little bucolic idyll by the flowing stream? Well, yes… and no. That stream is moving and that grass is growing and there’s a storm cloud over the hill. Alive! Me and you and our relationship to everything!</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">If things do not stand still, if God refuses to stay still, if life and relationships do not stand still, how are we to find our way? Maybe we don’t! Maybe the idea that we’re trying to get somewhere is part of the problem. I feel a little like Mr. Miyagi… “Only do Daniel-san!” As a surfer I was never trying to get anywhere. There were these amazing waves and this beautiful ocean and the exhilaration of riding in and the exhaustion of paddling out. I related to the other surfers to see who’d get the wave, I related to God’s creation, that amazing sea…</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">How do we live in this maelstrom, this cauldron, how do we relate to one another, how do we relate to those folks out there, how do we relate to this creation? Maybe we find our answer in the Book of the Prophet Micah. Do justice. Love kindness. Walk humbly with God. These are action verbs…</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">We relate to one another and it is beautiful case. God is the God that is becoming, we are the community that is becoming…</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">I’d like to close by revisiting the story of Philip and the Ethiopian Eunuch, found in the eighth chapter of the Acts of the Apostles. An angel showed up and said to Philip, “Dude, get up and take the road down to Gaza.” So he did. And on the road was an Ethiopian Eunuch who worked for the Ethiopian Queen, and he was riding in his chauffer-driven chariot reading the Book of Isaiah. And Philip approached the limo and said to the Ethiopian “Do you understand it?” and the Ethiopian said “No.” So Philip got into the chariot and explained it all, explained that Jesus was the one foretold, explained Jesus to the eunuch. And the eunuch believed, right then, he believed. And he said to Philip “I want to be baptized!” An early church miracle, a foreigner, someone unclean, an outsider, believed! That angel sure knew what she was talking about! So Philip immediately responded… “come back to Jerusalem, we have a guest book and some name-tags and we’ll be starting a new member class in the Spring and then if you still want to be a follower of Jesus we can discuss your membership.”</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Or maybe that’s not how it goes at all. Becoming … now! Doing … now! Loving … now! Walking … now! We are, right now, blessed and called and in amazing chaotic relationships. Thanks be to God!</p> <p class="post-info"> </p> <!-- <rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:trackback="http://madskills.com/public/xml/rss/module/trackback/"> <rdf:Description rdf:about="http://garybrinn.com/2010/07/29/still-catching-up-on-unposted-sermons/" dc:identifier="http://garybrinn.com/2010/07/29/still-catching-up-on-unposted-sermons/" dc:title="Still Catching Up on Unposted Sermons" trackback:ping="http://garybrinn.com/2010/07/29/still-catching-up-on-unposted-sermons/trackback/" /> </rdf:RDF> --> </div> <div class="post-footer"><a href="http://garybrinn.com/2010/07/29/still-catching-up-on-unposted-sermons/#respond" title="Comment on Still Catching Up on Unposted Sermons">No Comments »</a></div> </div> <div class="post"> <div class="post-title"><em><a href="http://garybrinn.com/category/a-sometimes-blog-of-post-modern-theology-and-thought/" title="View all posts in Main Blog" rel="category tag">Main Blog</a></em>29 Jul 2010 05:45 pm</div> <p class="post-info"><a href="http://garybrinn.com/2010/07/29/funeral-sermon/" rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link: Funeral Sermon">Funeral Sermon</a> </p> <div class="post-content"> <p>Note: Dad died on January 25th. It was the first funeral sermon I ever delivered.</p> <p><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" /><title /><meta content="OpenOffice.org 3.1 (Win32)" name="GENERATOR" /><style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } --> </style></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Protestant Theologian Karl Barth once wrote about the difficulty of the preacher’s task. According to Barth, before the preacher sat the Scripture, the Word of God, mystery beyond all understanding. And just past the Scripture sat the body of Christ, the congregation, mystery beyond all understanding. I wonder what Barth might have made of the funeral sermon, where the mystery of the Word and the mystery of the congregation contemplates the mystery of eternal life.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">For it is eternal life that we are here to contemplate. The Christian pilgrim has completed his earthly journey and has gone home, to the source of his life, to the source of all life. And it is worth reviewing that life as we consider our own journeys.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Dad’s early life was not easy. While he was still a child his father, a Norfolk police officer, was diagnosed with tuberculosis. The entire family was uprooted and moved to New Mexico. There was grueling poverty, many nights Dad had only a piece of fried fat back and a single potato to eat. It was all to no avail, for his father would never recover. After Dad’s father died the family moved back east… times were still tough, and there were more moves. As soon as he was able to he escaped, enlisting in the Army. He had been promised he would not be sent to Korea, so of course, that is exactly where they sent him. During one firefight he was shot through both legs while his buddy, standing next to him, was killed. Dad was young and angry and refused the Purple Heart. He was patched up and returned to combat, surviving the war and returning to Tidewater.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">There was an early marriage and a daughter. That marriage failed, and when his ex-wife re-married, lawyers bullied him into giving up the child for adoption. Loss was a constant in his life.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Then an amazing thing happened. He met Mom. They were married and two years later Mom was expecting. Dad’s pain was not over. Paul David Brinn, named for a beloved pastor, was born with significant birth defects and only lived for twelve weeks. Dad was already a firefighter, and his colleagues took up collections to help with medical bills. Mom and I recently found the letter that was sent to each fire station soliciting donations.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">I was born two years later and barely survived infancy. But I did survive, and then Michelle and Amy came along. The Brinn family had a comfortable working class life, though church was left to Mom. When I entered Scouting, Dad became good friends with a local volunteer, Bill Hill. Several years later Dad was with Bill when he died of a heart attack.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Of course, there were many good times. I think we saw every cavern in the Commonwealth of Virginia, traipsed across every battlefield. Dad could be hard-headed and curmudgeonly, but he knew every neighbor, was always willing to lend a hand. In fact, I believe that in this modern culture of stand-alone houses, of sub-nuclear families, Dad made community wherever he went. There might not have been a neighborhood when he arrived, but there was one when he left.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Dad retired from the Fire Department, from the Virginia Beach School System, but he could never stop working. It was not until his stroke in 2003 that he finally slowed down.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Of course, Mom was there all along, working, parenting. During these last years, even as his health declined, Dad came to realize what a miracle he had in Mom. He spent every moment he could with her, enjoyed the company of others. And he finally gave himself to Christ.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">For as good of a man as Dad was, it was not enough. Being a Christian is not based on being born in a Christian family, nor is it some vague cultural category. Being a Christian means turning your life over to Jesus, and it means joining a local congregation, for Christ is clear that we are his followers when we walk this journey together. And so Dad found a church home, with Mom, with the extended family, here at Central Baptist. He studied scripture, he prayed. His Bible was with him until the very end.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">This, however, is not a eulogy, it is a sermon. Dad’s journey on earth is complete, and we are here, as early church father John Chrysostom wrote, to accompany him singing. We are saying our farewell, for now at least, we are celebrating salvation.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">For as I have suggested, our eternal life, that is the life after death, is a mystery. Jesus gives few details, and while Paul elaborates, the picture is far from complete. We know that we are no longer physical bodies, Paul assures us that we are raised as spiritual bodies. We know that the pain and the suffering Dad endured during the last two years are over.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">We also know this: Jesus offers us, those of us still on the journey, Jesus offers us life in full now, right now. Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death writes the Psalmist. And we all do, indeed, walk through the valley of the shadow of death. Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil. This is one indication of the life available to us … our lives need not be a prolonged flight from death, we need not live in fear, death cannot defeat us anymore than it could defeat Jesus. We have freedom in Christ, freedom from fear, freedom to live boldly, to live fully. This is the Psalmist’s message, this is the Savior’s message. Get up, go forth, be bold. Spread the Good News of salvation, heal and comfort and most of all love, and do so boldly.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Even as his body failed, Dad’s love expanded. I will not pretend that he was never afraid in his last weeks. He longed for the peace and certainty of our beloved Uncle Jerry, though without the hard work of years of prayer and service and study, that peace was difficult to achieve. But more than anything, Dad did not want to leave Mom. He had lost too many people he loved, he could not let her go.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Dad loved Mom beyond all words, loved his neighbors, loved his children and grandchildren, loved his doctors and nurses. In pain, often afraid, he still loved.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Dad’s life was transformed by love, by the love of my mother who stuck with him through good times and bad for fifty years of marriage. By the love of fellow Christians, fellow travelers, who touched his heart and guided his steps, who held his hand when he was weak, who prayed with him. And he was transformed by the love of Christ who called him and calls us still, who dares to dream for us more than we can ever dream for ourselves.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Life in full now, with boldness and with the Spirit. Life eternal… promised by Christ. Love, the love of our amazing God. Love for one another. This is what Dad discovered. The pilgrim’s journey is over and he has been called home. We are left behind, not to mope and mourn, but to celebrate. Jesus is calling. How can we keep from singing?</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Let us join together in that great celebration of Christian hope, singing hymn number 781, Face to Face.</p> <p class="post-info"> </p> <!-- <rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:trackback="http://madskills.com/public/xml/rss/module/trackback/"> <rdf:Description rdf:about="http://garybrinn.com/2010/07/29/funeral-sermon/" dc:identifier="http://garybrinn.com/2010/07/29/funeral-sermon/" dc:title="Funeral Sermon" trackback:ping="http://garybrinn.com/2010/07/29/funeral-sermon/trackback/" /> </rdf:RDF> --> </div> <div class="post-footer"><a href="http://garybrinn.com/2010/07/29/funeral-sermon/#respond" title="Comment on Funeral Sermon">No Comments »</a></div> </div> <div class="post"> <div class="post-title"><em><a href="http://garybrinn.com/category/a-sometimes-blog-of-post-modern-theology-and-thought/" title="View all posts in Main Blog" rel="category tag">Main Blog</a></em>29 Jul 2010 05:40 pm</div> <p class="post-info"><a href="http://garybrinn.com/2010/07/29/sermon-delivered-in-the-midwest-last-summer/" rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link: Sermon delivered in the Midwest last summer">Sermon delivered in the Midwest last summer</a> </p> <div class="post-content"> <p><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" /><title /><meta content="OpenOffice.org 3.1 (Win32)" name="GENERATOR" /><style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } --> </style></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Let me begin with a confession of sorts. Like many of our lectionary texts, this readings starts rather abruptly. I have taken the liberty of adding some of the context to verse 30. It actually reads “they went on from there,” but few of us would have remembered where “there” was, though we might have guessed about the “they.” I point this out because details are important, context is important, and I will be starting from a seemingly small detail.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">But before I get there, I want to stir up some memories. How many of you remember felt-board Jesus? Of course, there was also a felt-board Pharaoh and Moses, a felt-board Paul. The felt-board was a common Sunday School teaching tool of an earlier age… today its Powerpoint Jesus, DVD Jesus! And how many of you remember the paintings of Jesus that hung on the Sunday School walls? If you were raised in the Roman church the images might have been of the Sacred Heart, scary in its own way. For many Protestants you had either creepy Jesus or wimpy Jesus. Creepy Jesus had long flowing hair that looked like it belonged in a shampoo commercial, and blue eyes, eyes that followed you no matter where you went in the room. Then there was wimpy Jesus, sitting on a hillside surrounded by children and lambs. This Jesus didn’t confront Empire, overturn the human-made systems of oppression. This Jesus clearly ran a daycare and petting zoo! No wonder generations of boys fled from the church at the first opportunity, continue to flee from the church! I have no idea when these tropes worked their way into Christian culture… maybe it was when we went from being the subversive outsiders to being the establishment, though that seems too easy of an answer. But there it is… Jesus with the children… just like in today’s reading.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Now, hold those memories. Let’s really look at the passage. This is what a pastor might call a sermon-rich text. You’ve got the acceleration of Mark’s gospel, the head-long rush to Jerusalem that begins somewhere between the execution of John the Baptizer and Peter’s declaration that Jesus is the Messiah. The text points us to death and resurrection. And there’s the fact that the disciples didn’t really understand what Jesus meant by resurrection, a fact we find in verse 10 and echoed in today’s reading. This opens entire theological vistas, a year of sermons! And there’s the “first shall be last” theme. We know that one well… so, a sermon rich text… a short passage in the shortest gospel… infinite possibilities…</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">So let’s focus a little… let’s tighten in to a single phrase… they came to “the house.” Even in the original Greek it is “the” house… not just any house. When the text was written the author could use the definite article because he or she meant a definite house, a house the first readers would know. Who’s house? Well, they might have known but we don’t know. Peter’s maybe? That makes sense. But, and I’m just saying… but could it have been Jesus’ own house?</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Okay, I’m not going all Dan Brown on you, despite the release of his new book, no conspiracy to hide the Messiah’s wife and kids… And it seems unlikely that Jesus would own a home after teaching that everyone should abandon everything and live into the kingdom. But… well, just maybe. You see, Jesus was somewhere between the age of twelve and the age of thirty. Capernaum is the urban hub of Galilee, the hub of the Nazarene’s ministry. There are scholars who argue that Jesus spent some years living in Capernaum, probably practiced his trade, did business with Romans and Greeks and all sorts of pagans. It was a cosmopolitan town, and Jesus was presumably a skilled craftsman, despite the crazy cousin knee-deep in the Jordan river. Jesus probably spoke Greek… it was the language of business, some of the disciples have Greek names, and then there are the two Greek fellows who show up at the door in another story, well and Centurions and Pontius Pilate… well, Jesus spoke Greek…</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">How does this fit into your image of Jesus? Jesus the householder? Can you see Jesus taking out the trash? What about Jesus the multi-lingual craftsman? You see, we talk about the humanity of Jesus, but the gospels give us few details, and quite frankly, this Jesus scares us. The Jesus who dealt with paying the bills, who wiped snotty kid noses and cursed the fig tree, that Jesus makes us very uncomfortable.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">We prefer our Jesus to be sort of flat, like felt-board Jesus. This Jesus in Flatland is stories and lessons and maybe a little humanity on Good Friday, but mainly he’s not like us. This is the Jesus of Paul, an abstraction, an idea… but not a real human.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Its sort of ironic actually. Part of us is perfectly ready to accept the humanity of Jesus… as a concept. We compare ourselves to the completely transcendent otherness of God in Islam, to the abstraction of God in Hellenism, to God defined as reason in the age of modernism, and we feel pretty good. At least we have a God that is accessible! But we don’t really…</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">You see, God empties God’s self and becomes one of us, and in so doing transforms both God and humankind. Theologians can weave palaces of artifice, but the fact remains God became one of us in the person of Jesus, the Jesus who came to “the” house, the Jesus who said “What are you guys bickering over?” then grabbed one of the kids to use as an example…</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">We don’t like this Jesus, this God… because if Jesus leaves Flatland and becomes real, then we are challenged to become real, to really live out the radical love and hospitality of the good news, to be just as Christian on Monday morning as we are right now. And that would be to transgress all that is polite and socially acceptable.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Of course, it would also be life changing, maybe even world changing. Imagine a Christianity that lived, as Jesus so radically did, the message of the prophets. Do justice, walk humbly with your God! Imagine a Christianity that was not about prosperity or self-righteousness, that wasn’t about American exceptionalism, but was about transformation. If Jesus steps off of the felt-board and into our lives, what would that mean?</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">A couple of years ago an Episcopal bishop in Pennsylvania had the audacity to speak out on an issue of public policy. His opinion was discounted by a local politician, who asked what a minister could know about real life. The bishop’s reply? When you’ve been at as many deathbeds as I’ve been at, when you have been there at the start of life and at so many turning points, good and bad, in peoples lives, when you have done that, come back and tell me about real life.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Jesus, at “the” house, Jesus with bickering disciples and kids running around… Jesus with Joseph. I’ve particularly been thinking about Jesus and Joseph. Tradition has it that Joseph is dead by the time Jesus’ ministry begins… Did Jesus help take care of the dying Joseph, like I am helping care for my dying father? Did he get as angry and as frustrated as I do? Did he not have the power to heal?</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">I must have asked for more experience in pastoral care or something, because I am certainly getting a lesson in real life, in trying to live out God’s call in the middle of mess. Daddy’s a big man and an independent hard-headed man, and in the past weeks he has fallen and broken a leg, broken family heirlooms, put his head through the wall, broken a toilet. And I’ve been there to pick up and clean up and patch up. And oh, can he make me mad. No one knows how to push my buttons better than my father, after all, he installed most of them…</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">So, easier for me not to think about Jesus as too real, Jesus with stinky poopy crazy bloody people who needed healing, needed care. Because if I think about that real Jesus, I need to step up to the plate, to do better…</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Jesus in Flatland is easy, a miracle in December, an Easter surprise. Jesus the Real is a challenge, a threat, dragging us out of our comfort zones, dragging me out of my comfort zone.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Of course, the gospels challenge us to see Christ in the poor and the sick. We’re used to this. But I’m actually suggesting something closer to the rallying cry of the Evangelicals, What would Jesus do? This question was first asked by Charles Sheldon in his novel “In His Steps,” written in 1896. But “In His Steps” was not, and let me put a little emphasis here, “In His Steps” was absolutely not a conservative tract filled with moral superiority. The novel was part of the social gospel movement, it was a progressive document, a loud cry for an America where we did justice, helped the poor, cared for the sick, where we would walk humbly with our God. How ironic that today the question “What would Jesus do?” is most closely associated with conservative Christians, judgmental and preaching a message of personal wealth. What we should be asking is “what would Jesus do” about health care reform? What would Jesus do about the Palestinian conflict?</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">And for that matter, what would Jesus do when the ref makes a bad call during your little girl’s soccer game? What would Jesus do in the aisles of Target when trying to decide what products to buy? Would Jesus boycott bad companies? Would Jesus turn off the television?</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Paul speaks of the scandal of the Cross. The real scandal to me is the scandal of Jesus’ life, of Jesus challenge. The Jesus in the house in Capernaum with bickering disciples and rugrats afoot and still calling us to God, still challenging human-made systems of control and oppression, still moving boldly to Jerusalem knowing how that would end. The real scandal is Real Jesus, Jesus who steps out of Flatland, off of the feltboard and out of the bucolic Jesus the babysitter paintings.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Real Jesus is calling. Dude, believe in me, give your life to me, and we will become one body, we will be transformed, will transform the world. You will know life in full, and when this body is no more, you will still know life. But its not going to be an abstraction. Life in full is now, is smelly and hard and oh so amazingly beautiful. Forget the Jesus of Flatland, felt-board Jesus, creepy Jesus. Jesus is you, is me, because he was what we are. Jesus is that jerk that just cut you off on the expressway. Jesus, God with us… thanks be to God!</p> <p class="post-info"> </p> <!-- <rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:trackback="http://madskills.com/public/xml/rss/module/trackback/"> <rdf:Description rdf:about="http://garybrinn.com/2010/07/29/sermon-delivered-in-the-midwest-last-summer/" dc:identifier="http://garybrinn.com/2010/07/29/sermon-delivered-in-the-midwest-last-summer/" dc:title="Sermon delivered in the Midwest last summer" trackback:ping="http://garybrinn.com/2010/07/29/sermon-delivered-in-the-midwest-last-summer/trackback/" /> </rdf:RDF> --> </div> <div class="post-footer"><a href="http://garybrinn.com/2010/07/29/sermon-delivered-in-the-midwest-last-summer/#respond" title="Comment on Sermon delivered in the Midwest last summer">No Comments »</a></div> </div> <div class="post"> <div class="post-title"><em><a href="http://garybrinn.com/category/a-sometimes-blog-of-post-modern-theology-and-thought/" title="View all posts in Main Blog" rel="category tag">Main Blog</a></em>26 Jul 2010 01:31 pm</div> <p class="post-info"><a href="http://garybrinn.com/2010/07/26/catching-up/" rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link: Catching Up">Catching Up</a> </p> <div class="post-content"> <p>Despicable Me<br /> A Sermon delivered at Colonial Park United Church of Christ<br /> Harrisburg, PA on the 11th of July, 2010</p> <p>I hope you are comfortable, for this morning I plan to preach for 22,369.36 miles, give or take a few hundred miles. For this morning I have been asked to preach about environmental bumper stickers. You’ve seen them around, and if you haven’t there are a few on the cover of your order of service. They are completely familiar to me, for I spent three years in Cambridge, home of Harvard and M.I.T., and a place where our on-going destruction of the planet is the greatest of concerns. Of course, Cambridge is the home of many bumper stickers, half of which make no sense outside of the academic world. Bumper stickers like “Heisenberg Slept Here… Maybe.” One of my favorites, suitable for our mathematicians, says “Don’t drink and derive.”</p> <p>In all seriousness though, one cannot preach on the subject of our relationship to the rest of God’s creation without noting its immensity. The distance I cited is in fact the distance the earth will travel in its orbit during the length of the average sermon. Never mind that our Solar System is moving within the Milky Way, or that the Milky Way is itself hurtling out into the cosmos from the source, from the moment and place of creation we can only guess at, but that we call the Big Bang. At the other end of the scale we have the beauty and fragility and sheer mind-blowing mystery of life itself, the evolution of new traits, the development of species. And smaller still we have the atomic, Newtonian Quantum mysteries of the atom and the sub-atomic, and it is mind-blowing too.</p> <p>Creation is amazing, and we are destroying it faster than it can repair itself, and if you don’t believe it you are simply kidding yourself so get real. You are a sinner, for you are involved in the destruction of God’s creation. And so am I. And to do better might take another generation or two, if humans survive that long, but the least we can do is give it a try. So here goes: We must change. The church should be buying green products, not just whatever is cheapest. We should start a compost pile for our mountain of coffee grounds… and maybe those of us who live in apartments can contribute as well. We might do a better job of carpooling. We might finally put in those energy efficient lights Ed has been lobbying for. And all of this can happen if faithful entrepreneurs step up and say “I can do that project.”</p> <p>Of course, we also need to make changes in our own lives. We can throw our hands up and say “It’s too much, I can’t make a difference.” That is called the Cycle of Cynicism. Or we can say, “Hey, today I can do one little thing to make the world better.” That’s called the Cycle of Hope.</p> <p>The Psalmist writes of the amazing beauty of this creation, I grew up by the ocean and in the woods, surrounded by the beauty of this creation, you know this creation is beautiful, so why do we insist on destroying it? I know this for a fact, if I had the number of criminal convictions BP has, I would not be out committing new crimes. It is time we stop giving corporations the rights of a citizen with none of the responsibilities… just this week I learned that the same scientists who developed the tobacco industry’s strategy for undermining public trust in the science regarding smoking-related deaths are now actively involved in the effort to deny man-made global climate change.</p> <p>But quite frankly, a sermon that explains why we should keep the earth alive for your grandchildren and great-grandchildren is a waste of time… you already know what you need to do, you just lack the will to do it. And I can’t give you will power, I can only invite you to pray, to read Scripture, and to listen for the Spirit. So what will I do with the many thousands of miles left in this sermon?</p> <p>I’d like to look at the scriptural and theological reasons why we have such a screwed up relationship with nature. We could turn, for example, to the problem of translation. Was humankind given “dominion” over all other creatures, as some would translate the oldest Hebrew manuscripts? Or were we asked to be “stewards” of creation, as others would translate that ancient word? This is an interesting question, to be fair, especially to biblical scholars.</p> <p>A far bigger problem is placing texts accurately within the Judeo-Christian trajectory, and understanding from that placement the theology that drives a people’s way of thinking. You have heard me use the word trajectory before, and you will hear it again. It is the term that best captures the notion that the human understanding of our relationship to our Creator has changed and evolved forever, since  before the earliest texts, and it continues to change. This is the post-modern theology caught up in our slogan “God is Still Speaking.” The historical trajectory goes something like this: A small band, far smaller than recorded in Exodus, escapes from Egypt. They encounter a Midianite god named “YWH.” They adapt this into their own name for their God, though they will also adopt some Canaanite titles. These people are henotheistic, they believe there are many gods, but that Yahweh is their god. We can see traces of this theology in the earliest texts, some of the Psalms. They came to believe that their god was the mightiest of gods, and that Yahweh would protect them. The Northern Kingdom and Southern Kingdoms split after Solomon, and the theologians of each kingdom developed their own theology, one imagining God as a super-sized human, the other as an abstract force. We can see remnants of this in the two very different versions of many stories found in Genesis.</p> <p>By the time the Southern Kingdom fell and the Babylonian Exile began, they had abandoned the idea that God was their tribal god that would make them an earthly kingdom. They developed the notion of one god who was universal and who was good, not a super-sized human with a bad temper and a giant ego, but the God we know today, a loving God. Mind you, this was still the god of the Hebrews, God loved them best, but other peoples were welcome as long as they knew their place. Then Jesus came along. And Jesus changed everything. By the time the gospels were written, it was becoming clear that the followers of the Way believed that the one good loving God was not exclusively the god of the Hebrews, that God loved and offered salvation to everyone. Never mind that when Christianity met Neo-Platonism we got all sorts of distortions and corruptions in our Doctrine of God, we were still left with the same basic movement… in the theological trajectory as reflected in the scripture, God goes from being the god of one man and his family to being the god of one tribe to being the god of one nation to being the god of all people with primary interest in one tribe to being the universal loving God of all…</p> <p>However, we have not evolved in one way. When the authors wrote Genesis in Samaria and Judah, when the redactors combined and edited Genesis in Judah and Babylon, they did so with an understanding that God’s focus was on humans. And we never got over that notion. Sure Jesus talks about sparrows and what-not, but we’re not really paying attention to that. We’ll keep our God human-focused, thank you very much… after all, didn’t they write that we were made in God’s own image?</p> <p>The theologian Gordon Kaufman, under whom I was blessed to study, refers to this conception as the anthropomorphic and anthropocentric God. That is, that ancient idea that God is a super-sized human, albeit a good one, and that God is obsessed with humans in a weird stalker way. We still have bits and pieces of a theology that considered our role in creation to be to boost God’s ego through continuous praise and obedience. And I must tell you, the resulting picture is not pretty, God comes off as some sort of psychopathic stalker, and that is not a God and of us can worship.</p> <p>The anthropocentric and anthropomorphic god is one that we can use to justify our own prejudices, it is idol worship at its worst. We use ourselves as the measure of God. And I don’t want to worship a super-sized despicable me! And I bet you do not want to worship a super-sized despicable you. Enough with our amazing egos, God is bigger than some giant human obsessed with humans. Our Creator is Big Bang and super strings and the mystery of life itself, and can create more and love more than we can ever know, and we are fooling ourselves when we think God created this world for us to do with as we please, to use up and destroy with complete disregard for the future.</p> <p>We will never know the entirety of God, the scope and will and being of God. We can know a little of God in Christ, who taught us that it is never about us and it is never about what we have and it is always about selfless amazing love and it is always about announcing the Kingdom of God which was unfolding and is unfolding today.</p> <p>We need prophets and entrepreneurs and dreamers of dreams. We need to re-envision our relationship to God so we can re-envision our relationship to God’s creation. Failing to do so would be a bold and mighty sin.</p> <p>May the Spirit bring you the beauties of being, the wonder of creation. May God so overwhelm you that you abandon your pretenses, that you abandon your idols, the giant human that looks like despicable you, despicable me. May you be made new again… for this is what it means to be saved… and you can be saved again today, again tomorrow. Our God is amazing and limitless, as is God’s creation. God is the god of humans. And the god of brown pelicans. And the god of crabgrass. And the god of blackholes. God is the god of a creation that is beyond our comprehension, beyond our understanding. Live boldly into it, protect it, for this is the day that the Lord has made. Not for us. Just has made. And we should rejoice and be glad in it. Amen. </p> <p class="post-info"> </p> <!-- <rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:trackback="http://madskills.com/public/xml/rss/module/trackback/"> <rdf:Description rdf:about="http://garybrinn.com/2010/07/26/catching-up/" dc:identifier="http://garybrinn.com/2010/07/26/catching-up/" dc:title="Catching Up" trackback:ping="http://garybrinn.com/2010/07/26/catching-up/trackback/" /> </rdf:RDF> --> </div> <div class="post-footer"><a href="http://garybrinn.com/2010/07/26/catching-up/#respond" title="Comment on Catching Up">No Comments »</a></div> </div> <div class="post"> <div class="post-title"><em><a href="http://garybrinn.com/category/a-sometimes-blog-of-post-modern-theology-and-thought/" title="View all posts in Main Blog" rel="category tag">Main Blog</a></em>20 Jan 2010 12:51 am</div> <p class="post-info"><a href="http://garybrinn.com/2010/01/20/february-newsletter-article/" rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link: February Newsletter Article">February Newsletter Article</a> </p> <div class="post-content"> <p><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" /><title /><meta content="OpenOffice.org 3.1 (Win32)" name="GENERATOR" /><style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } --> </style></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Room for the Spirit</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">by Pastor Gary</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Some of you will already know that I am a disabled Army veteran. Others will know that I was a top manager with a Manhattan multimedia firm. I am a man of action, I like to get things organized and done. In fact, I can be so task oriented, so set on checking off every single box on my task list, that I can bulldoze others. I like to call it being directive, though others have called it being bossy.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Of course, this isn’t how the Kingdom of God works. With congregational polity we have the outward appearance of a democracy, debating and voting with the majority getting its way. But that is just the outward appearance. In reality, we engage in the spiritual practice of discernment. Much like democracy, this involves discussion and sometimes even a vote. But we believe the Holy Spirit, that Christ himself, is present when we prayerfully meet, when we prayerfully decide.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">This is why ministers are advised to do nothing when they first arrive at a new congregation. We need to get to know our new congregants, to carve out space for the Spirit, to discern the way forward. Of course, this doesn’t mean we should do literally nothing… there are worship services to lead, visitations to make… but we are encouraged to make no major changes, to implement no major programs.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">By and large, I have not followed this very good advice since I arrived at Colonial Park. There were many programs that demanded immediate support, there was enthusiasm and energy from the E-vent. And there was a youth program in transition.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">So I started working, organizing, listening to volunteers, colleagues, congregants. And I started doing, making, organizing. And then came the Youth Stakeholders’ Meeting.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Like all of my best work, I can take no credit for the magic that happened. Somehow I was lead by the Spirit to establish ground rules, and one of these ground rules was that we would listen and discern, but fix nothing, do no problem solving. Imagine a room full of active congregants discussing a problem and not trying to fix it! Yet, because we didn’t rush in, didn’t turn it into empty slots and funding requests, didn’t bureaucratize the problem, we were able to have a meaningful conversation, to hear one another, to lay the foundation for future planning, for the discernment that will follow.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Of course, some problems need immediate attention. And we are a passionate people. But we must also welcome the Spirit into our discernment. This is my challenge to you: During the coming months, force yourself to carve out time for the Spirit. Fix what must be fixed, but only what must be fixed. Where you can, practice discernment. At the committee level, discuss a concern one month, make decisions the following month. Breathe. The church has lasted almost two thousand years… if we slow down, pray, discern, we certainly won’t kill it. If I can turn off the bulldozer, so can you.</p> <p class="post-info"> </p> <!-- <rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:trackback="http://madskills.com/public/xml/rss/module/trackback/"> <rdf:Description rdf:about="http://garybrinn.com/2010/01/20/february-newsletter-article/" dc:identifier="http://garybrinn.com/2010/01/20/february-newsletter-article/" dc:title="February Newsletter Article" trackback:ping="http://garybrinn.com/2010/01/20/february-newsletter-article/trackback/" /> </rdf:RDF> --> </div> <div class="post-footer"><a href="http://garybrinn.com/2010/01/20/february-newsletter-article/#respond" title="Comment on February Newsletter Article">No Comments »</a></div> </div> <div class="post"> <div class="post-title"><em><a href="http://garybrinn.com/category/a-sometimes-blog-of-post-modern-theology-and-thought/" title="View all posts in Main Blog" rel="category tag">Main Blog</a></em>19 Jan 2010 01:45 pm</div> <p class="post-info"><a href="http://garybrinn.com/2010/01/19/semi-hemi-demi-pelagianism/" rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link: Semi-hemi-demi-Pelagianism">Semi-hemi-demi-Pelagianism</a> </p> <div class="post-content"> <p><meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" /><title /><meta content="OpenOffice.org 3.1 (Win32)" name="GENERATOR" /><style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } --></style>January 3, 2010<br /> Colonial Park United Church of Christ<br /> Harrisburg, PA</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Okay, I have tattoos and earrings. And one of my two undergraduate majors was art, I’m a painter. So I guess this makes me a pretty funky guy. But even by my standards English comedian Eddie Izzard is strange. Yet I find him to be very funny. I especially enjoy his description of the Italians. Izzard, in one of his stand-up routines, takes on that brief ugly moment in Italian history, the rise of Mussolini and the Fascists. He wonders about this anomaly, claiming that his experience of Italians is not really like that. As Izzard describes the Italians, they are all on scooters, no helmet, hair flowing, all cool, suave… ciao, bella!! He says it’s true, it’s just like the film “Roman Holiday.” Sadly, most of you will not have seen that film… Gregory Peck at his most dashing… Audrey Hepburn embodying elegance and charm…</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Izzard’s description matches my own experience of Northern Italy. I’ve been from the Aeolian Islands off the coast of Sicily to Milan and Venice, I love Italy! But it is Tuscany that captures me. The region is a singular example of God’s amazing creativity, it is the region that gave birth to the Renaissance, and with good reason. From the towers of San Gimignano to the ancient fresco spotted down an alley way, the region is beautiful. And the land, the lush land, the canvas of sky. But there’s more! The people of Tuscany, the people of Florence, are beautiful too. From the lowest street-sweeper to the most elegant grand dame, when they walk out the doors of their homes, they look marvelous. The woman comes out to wash the windows on her shop… “Look at me. I’m beautiful!” Even the smallest child, running out the door with the ball… “Look at me. I kick the football. I’m beautiful!” It’s true… from Audrey Hepburn on a “Roman Holiday” to the runways of Milan to the average Florentine, there is a certain grace about Italy, despite the moments of collective insanity like Fascism, like Savanarola and the Bonfire of the Vanities.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">This is one sort of grace, it is a beauty, a coming together of things in a way that seems effortless. It is not completely unlike the grace we refer to in the church, though the seemingly effortless coming together in the case of Christian grace is the result of divine action, is the result of effort, just not ours…</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Today’s scripture readings are filled with grace. Grace upon grace, God’s glorious grace, grace and truth… what does this mean? What is this term we sprinkle liberally about? Can our youth, after years in the church, provide a definition of the term? And is it important? Is there room for God’s grace when you are at the parent-teacher conference? On the phone, on hold, arguing with a customer service representative, not feeling particularly served as a customer, your temper about to break through? What of this grace we claim?</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">In its simplest form, we can define grace, at least the grace we refer to in Christianity, as God’s move towards us, as the Creator’s embrace of the created. And we can expand that definition to include the gifts that come with God’s attention. God attends to us, loves us, and provides the gifts necessary for us to live life in full, for this is what Jesus offers, life in full now, and life that never ends. To be graceful is to exhibit the signs of being loved by the divine, being the recipient of divine love.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">But the subject of grace has been the cause of countless theological battles since the beginning of the church. You see, the living dynamic God of the Hebrew scriptures, the God of Abraham and of Moses, the God of Jesus, was a relational God, was a God that allowed for human free-will. Even though the new covenant shifts the emphasis from works of the Law to faith, it was still your choice to believe. God invites, we respond. Jesus tells the rich young man to give it all up and follow… it is the rich young man who declines, who turns away.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">But then Christianity met Hellenism, met neoplatonism. The neoplatonists reduced their philosophical definition of God to near abstraction. This is where you get what I like to call the “omnis.” God is omniscient, omnipotent, omnipresent… God is timeless… these are logical ideas, and they may well be true on some level beyond the realm of human knowing, but they reduced God to this giant neoplatonic monolith… an unresponsive ideal with which we could have no real relation. And then early Christian theologians tried to blend this neoplatonic concept of God with the God of Judaism and Christianity and draw conclusions from this train wreck, from this monstrosity. The disputed theology of grace is one result.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">The first big fight, and the one that gives this sermon its title, was the battle between Pelagius and Augustine. Pelagius argued in favor of free-will, arguing that God calls us to redemption, but it is our choice whether to answer that call. For Pelagius the redemptive act started with the human acting freely. Augustine argued that evil was so powerful that God had to force us into salvation, the first articulation of what would come to be called irresistible grace. Pelagius accused Augustine, who had converted to Christianity from Manicheanism, of bringing that religion’s personified evil with him. In turn, Augustine accused Pelagius of heresy, and won. Augustine always won, though I am not certain that has been such a good thing. The term Pelagian came to mean a theology in which salvation was achieved by human will, by human action, even though this was arguably never Pelagius’ position. Semi-Pelagianism was an attempt at a middle ground… the human moved towards God, and God, in love and mercy, responded, providing salvation. This was also denounced, rejected as heresy…</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">The battle would be fought again and again, most notably during the reformation. At one extreme, we had certain reformation Christians who believed that God, the God of all those “omnis,” must already know who will be saved and who will be damned, because God exists outside of time. I’d love to see a theology where Calvinism meets Quantum Physics! But according to this reformation theology, God must have predestined some humans for salvation and some for damnation. This was a God that would create a human predestined to suffer, to fail, to be damned. And this God created some humans who were predestined for salvation, they were the elect. Our own UCC heritage contains a goodly amount of this thinking, the Puritans and Pilgrims for example had a strong theology of the elect. It lead to a sense of superiority among Christians, they became the new self-righteous, the new Pharisees. If neoplatonic ideas held, then predestination, of the single or double variety, held true, and if predestination held true, then grace was irresistible. When it comes to predestination, you can have your double, with sprinkles on top… I’ll stick to the pie.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Of course, there were dissenters from this theology of irresistible grace. The Universalists, still a Christian movement at the time, rejected any notion of an elect, choosing instead to believe that salvation was open to all, was universally available, that God called all humans. The Methodists, under John Wesley, adopted a notion of free grace. It was not human effort that effected salvation, no, no no!, it was God who moved towards us, but it was up to us to respond, we could reject God’s call. This was not the semi-Pelagianism of John Cassian, is was not Augustinian orthodoxy, it was a new thing altogether… God moved, but we still had a choice, still had free will.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">And though I was raised as a good reformation Christian, not like those heretics over at the Methodist church, I must admit that I prefer the Wesleyan theology. I could not worship a God that would create beings, would grant them sentience and feelings, only to condemn them to suffering and damnation. And like the Universalists of old, I have to believe that God, if God is loving, invites all to fullness of life, that the salvation Jesus promises, that Paul preaches to Jew and Gentile, really is available to all, not just to some smug-elect sitting in their fortresses of holiness.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">What does this make me? Maybe I’m not a semi-Pelagianist. Maybe I’m a semi-hemi-demi-Pelagianist. In any case, it makes me a heretic, for some of the definitions of our relationship to God and to Christ that made sense to others centuries ago make no sense to me now. I prefer a living God, a relational God… and as much as I love the church, as much as I love the saints who have gone before, I am willing to see the church change. It is time to throw off the shackles and to be a dynamic living church!</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">What does this mean for you and me today? Think about those churches of old, self-righteous, aloof. Do we ever fall into those patterns? Do we ever take that neoplatonic easy way out, do we ever claim that “it is just God’s will, some folks are always going to be poor…” or “some people are just bad…”</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">God is calling. God is moving towards us, offering salvation, offering life in full to every single human. How could a God who loved, a God who created such amazing beauty, who created this miracle day and every miracle tomorrow, how could this God will anything other than fullness and salvation? It is up to the human to respond, it is up to us to respond. But when we do, the Holy Spirit is with us.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">We are instruments in the hand of God. We are the body of Christ in the world. There are tens of thousands of people in this city alone who do not know Christ. People who are being sucked into corruptions of Christianity, feel good churches with easy answers. We are called to be witnesses to the hard and joyous and miraculous and frightening path of Christ. We are called to make disciples of all nations. That’s a lot easier than making disciples out of our neighbors, isn’t it?</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">God is calling, is moving towards you. That is grace, that is miracle, that is love. And that grace is with you when you do, truly do, the work of Christ. It will seem effortless, beautiful. You will be Audrey Hepburn, you will be Northern Italian… Ciao, bella! It is beautiful. You are beautiful! We are beautiful! Grace upon grace! 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They devour widows’ houses and for the sake of appearance say long prayers. They will receive the greater condemnation.”<br /> He looked up and saw rich people putting their gifts into the treasury; he also saw a poor widow put in two small copper coins. He said, “Truly I tell you, this poor widow has put in more than all of these rich; for they have contributed out of their abundance, but she out of her poverty has put in all she had to live on.”<br /> When some people were speaking about the temple, how it was adorned with beautiful stones and gifts dedicated to God, he said, “As for these things that you see, the days will come when not one stone will be left upon another; all will be thrown down.”</p> <p>Sermon</p> <p>We know the numbers. Less Americans are going to church than ever, less identify as Christians, and the children we do manage to raise in our congregations stop going to church the moment they leave the nest.<br /> If we ask the “un-churched” what Christianity means, we might get a glimpse into the cause of our decline. Non-Christians will tell you that our faith is made up of obsessed busy-bodies with lots of rules, that the greatest purpose of this religion is to stamp out homosexuality. Other non-Christians might mention the televangelists, with their prosperity theology. This is the God who will make you rich just as soon as you give it all away, checks payable to Pastor Osteen please…<br /> This is not to say that all Christians behave in this way. In fact, we can point to many Christians who do real good in the world, who have chosen the prophetic tradition… who feed and heal and visit and clothe and who proclaim the right and real Kingdom of God, women and men who have rejected the priestly trajectory and have chosen to follow Christ. But even in our best churches, even at our best, this is difficult and rare.<br /> Christianity as commonly perceived and as commonly lived has mostly ignored the teachings of Jesus. For example, how much energy is spent arguing about sex? Yet Jesus rarely speaks on the subject, and when he does all he says is “the person you are sleeping with is not the person to whom you are married. Go and sin no more.”<br /> What Jesus does speak about, again and again, obsessively, we’d rather ignore. Jesus spends his entire ministry denouncing legalism, self-righteousness and greed. Sure, Satan shows up in the gospels… sure, the end time, the eschaton, takes up some text. But again and again it is everyday human conduct that Jesus condemns.<br /> Legalism… the Scribes and the Pharisees and the minutia of hundreds of laws, many of which needed to be re-interpreted for changing times. Boy did they ever have a policies and procedures manual, it even made ours look puny! And enforcement and interpretation of those rules not only took up a ton of energy, it also preserved the power of the elite, it was a subtle system of control, as are all bureaucratic rule books. It was a system which ensured the legalistic were profitably employed. Legalism and obsessive attention to rule and procedure remains one of the greatest threats to a living faith, remains a threat to this faith.<br /> Then there was Jesus’ attack on self-righteousness. We see a bit of that in today’s gospel. The idea that we are better than others, that we can judge others. And hey, I’m guilty of it too… I haven’t had particularly loving thoughts about some of the racist and reactionary groups that have been dominating the media, have been dominating our public discourse. This is my own cross of self-righteousness… I am more than happy to proclaim the splinters in the eyes of others: I am a “holier-than-thou” progressive. Jesus had no tolerance for self-righteousness. In fact, despite the hagiographies that make every follower of Jesus into a near perfect saint, our Savior surrounded himself with knuckleheads and scoundrels, with the unclean and unacceptable. Would we welcome those followers of Jesus into our fellowship hall?<br /> And finally, Jesus takes on greed. Caesar’s coin, the “Eye of the Needle,” and from today’s gospel, the “Widow’s Mite.” It is my duty on this Stewardship Sunday to ask you to give to the church, to the people of God, as the widow did. And no, I don’t mean give two copper coins. The gospel commands us to give beyond our comfort zone, to give more than we think we can.<br /> I’d love to see each and every one of us dig a little deeper this year… this is a world in need. People need healing, they need food, they need shoes and gas cards and a hand to hold and a shoulder to cry on, and what you give makes this possible. The families in crisis are here, physically in this building, every week, and though you rarely see it, you provide for them. The biblical widows and orphans have become the modern day laid-off, homeless, uninsured… the drifters and wanderers and the mentally ill, struck down by modern day demons like schizophrenia.<br /> And we have this Great Commission. Go forth and make disciples of all nations. And that’s intense and scary and not at all cheap, but if we find joy in Christ, if a life formed in Christ gives us joy, how can we not want to share that Good News? And that’s not cheap, and it takes time and talent…<br /> So yes, I want you to give of your time, of your talent, and of your treasure and to give abundantly, for every one of us experiences the abundance of a stable, safe, wealthy nation… so please give! But I don’t want you to give your very last penny. I believe in miracle, but I can’t quite let go, I still want to have some control, to take care of myself, so I’m not going to ask you to take risks I’m not willing to take myself. In fact, if we all followed Jesus’ example, how would society function? If we all abandoned our jobs, our families, if we all just abandoned everything and acted like Christ, well, that would be a disaster. As in all things, our God calls us to do more, to be more, to risk more, than we can ever dream.<br /> I’m not going to ask you to give the widow’s mite. But I am going to challenge you. You see, all of those things Jesus most hates are human made systems of control. Self-righteousness and legalism are about power… if I can use these weapons I won’t feel so vulnerable. And greed is the same thing. The rich people in the Temple, giving a tiny share of their wealth, these were scared vulnerable people, just like us, and they gave a comfortable amount… not a fearful amount. Fearful giving, that’s what I hear in the widow’s mite. Joyful and fearful, an echo of the scripture that declares us fearfully and wonderfully made… they go hand in hand… great risk, great joy!<br /> Hold back enough to feel safe. Every one of our children on the way to an Ivy League education and a professional degree… big savings accounts… we’ll be safe! We’ve got to hold a little back to feel secure… we dare not risk it all. We’re responsible people! We’ve got obligations! You don’t really expect us to be like Peter! What a deadbeat dad he was!<br /> But the widow gave boldly, gave a terrifying amount… trusted fully in the people of God. Where do you place your trust?<br /> I am afraid to admit that my personal road to hell runs right through the mall. I use retail therapy. I buy and I buy. Why, why are we addicted consumers, why is our entire economy dependent on the flow of junk from cheap manufacture to our homes to the garbage dump? We can look to the post-World War II economic planners to find the answer. Retail analyst Victor Lebow stated it simply: “Our enormously productive economy . . . demands that we make consumption our way of life, that we convert the buying and use of goods into rituals, that we seek our spiritual satisfaction, our ego satisfaction, in consumption . . . we need things consumed, burned up, replaced and discarded at an ever-accelerating rate.”<br /> The basic human instinct to hold on to enough, to feel secure, this has been manipulated… we have to own and to buy and to control and to medicate… we have advertising on signs, on our televisions, on our buses and on our clothing. Buy, buy, buy. Build a McMansion! Tell everyone about your lovely riverfront apartment. Then you can feel good, then you’ll have control, then… then… then you won’t die.<br /> But you will die. I will die. And our castles full of stuff, our mountains of things, they don’t make one bit of difference.<br /> Self-righteousness was a way of feeling in control. Legalism was a way of feeling in control. Greed is a way of feeling in control. And Jesus tells it straight. We’re not in control. A life in full is a life that risks, that dares, it is a life in God’s grace. Few of us can let go completely, few of us can truly dare, can pick up our staffs, strap on our sandals, and walk in the way of Christ. But can we loosen our grip just a little? Can we trust God just a tiny bit more? Can we believe in grace? Okay, we might not be the widow… but we don’t have to be those rich dudes either. It’s not black and white! A tithe would be nice, but one percent more would be good too. Risk a little this year.<br /> In fact, maybe I can be so bold as to suggest a retail recovery group, a new small group ministry. Maybe we can support one another in re-examining our priorities. Maybe we can listen to Paul and hold one another accountable. What would our lives be like if we rejected the Lebow economic system and declared one week a month a retail-free week? What would our pledges look like if we took the money we would have spent frivolously those twelve weeks and gave it to the church?<br /> This isn’t just about money. Jesus despised the Temple bureaucracy. The last thing he’d want to see is more money in the hands of the Pharisees and Sadducees. In the very next episode he tells us that the jewel-encrusted Temple would soon be destroyed. This isn’t about money, it’s really about freedom, freedom to dare, freedom from our castles of stuff and our mountains of things. Freedom to live, for Christ is freedom.<br /> We want security, a security few in this world enjoy. We want control, even if that control is an illusion. We want to numb ourselves and occupy ourselves and ignore our terror. Yet, there it is again and again. I will die. You will die. Jesus tells us death is not the end, that we cannot allow the fear of death to control our lives. And by the grace of God we believe, we have confidence in Jesus, confidence in our Creator, confidence in the Spirit. But do we have the confidence to live boldly? The confidence to step out of our comfort zones. To ignore rules, to admit our sinfulness, to give until it hurts.<br /> God is calling. Our savior is calling. Do you dare? Dare! Dare! 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And it was a very, very small freezer, but we rarely overlapped in our shopping, so it was okay. Then there was that day. Ruth had come back with groceries, then headed back out. I came home with groceries and found a freezer that was jam-packed. So when Ruth returned for the second time she found me on the kitchen floor with all of the frozen foods, sorting. She looked at me a moment, then I spoke in exasperation. “You had square stuff on top of round stuff,” I sighed. “How is that supposed to work?” She chuckled and said “OCD man does the freezer.”</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">You see, I like things neat and organized. I love things that start on time. I straighten the papers on my desk, even if they represent tasks I am avoiding. People who know me can be trapped into believing that this desire for neat categories represents the real me. They’re often surprised to find out I was an art major. And not a neat carefully controlled and drawn perspective sort of art major. A big sloppy expressive painter sort of art major.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">So how do these parts of me, the controlled and intellectual, and the expressive and emotional, fit together? They fit together in my faith, in my theology, in the words of the psalmist.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">“There is no speech, nor are there words … Yet their voice goes out through all the earth.”</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">An aesthetic theology? Or a theology of aesthetics? What is it that makes art “art”? I’d like to begin by suggesting that all of the theories about symmetry and color balance and even about content are just that, human attempts to explain the inexplicable. Neurons firing? What a bunch of hooey! Okay, well, maybe, but oh so much more. Art is art because it is a part of something larger. In the visual arts, the art points to something that is beyond. Now, lest you miss it, let me repeat. Art is art when it points to something beyond itself. It cannot “capture” the subject; all it can do is gesture towards it. I can paint a tree, but my painting won’t be a tree, it might, hopefully, evoke “tree-ness.” In the words of the post-modern theorist, we might think of an artistic object as having infinite regress. It cannot be tamed, and there is nothing neat about it. Our hearts soar or ache or leap to our throats because something about that image, that Lucien Freud grotesque or Mark Rothko smear, connects to something else, to our experiences and to this amazing beautiful terrifying creation.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">And then there is God. As we look at the theological trajectory that stretches from the small tribe fleeing slavery in Egypt to the hopefully post-imperial Christianity represented by America’s progressive Protestants, we see a continual struggle to describe God. We can troop out complex and esoteric theological terms, intellectualizing an apophatic theology or the problem of predication. We can fall into traditional but sometimes trite formulations that flatten if not completely misrepresent God. Even statements like “God is Love” become problematic. Maybe, just maybe, the most important moment in the history of the people of God was that moment when the descendents of Abraham realized that you couldn’t make an image of God, that even the name of God was beyond the human.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">You can already see where I’m going. And I’m sure you can see all of the reasons I’m going there. Who isn’t terrified when Westboro Baptist claims to speak for God? Who isn’t ashamed when Joel Osteen preaches a prosperity theology grounded in a distorted reading of early texts that clearly contradicts the preaching of Jesus? And yet, we do it too. We can be just as certain that we know God in our own way, albeit a God who is tolerant and liberal and, well… a lot like us.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">This contradiction is woven into our religious DNA. While the Priestly trajectory was busy creating a self-serving bureaucracy and complex laws, the Prophetic trajectory was undermining it. Be humble, treat each other right, love God. While Jesus looked more like the prophets, the early church looked more like the priests. Codify, define it, understand it, put it in a box.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">We can’t find comfort in a God that is abstraction, there’s simply nothing to grab, no way to connect. But we also can’t turn God into a super-sized human that simply justifies our own desires. We humans are prone to idol worship, to worshipping a God made in humanity’s own image. We always have been. But we’ve also always had voices that challenged us, we’ve had our own prophets.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Poetry acts in much the same way as painting. It isn’t the thing it represents. It isn’t even language in the way that we normally communicate, depending on some degree of mutual understanding. No, poetry gives meanings a little wiggle room, is a little slack. Maybe this is the only language that can adequately gesture towards God, the only language about God that isn’t in some way too solid. Maybe poetry, the language of the psalmist, is the only honest language we have when confronted with the divine, though I think most of us would be hard-pressed to deliver a sermon in blank verse, to hold a meeting of the membership committee in iambic pentameter.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">The great psalmist of our age, Walter Brueggemann, writes of God:</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">One time holy,</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Two times holy,</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Three times holy,</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">All cry, “Holy, holy, holy.”</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">You… holy,</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">You…unutterable, dread-filled, beyond us…</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Psalmist, poet, painter or prophet, it’s all the same. We gesture towards a magnificent and transcendent “God-ness” that is, as Gerard Manley Hopkins put it, a freshness “deep down things.”</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in"> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">Now, I know we’ve got some pretty stained glass, some amazing poets, a painter or two hanging around. But to be honest, we’re a pretty austere bunch. We ran away from the pageantry and ornamentation of the Roman church, from the gold and splendor. We chose simple buildings, lightly ordained, and though we’ve abandoned plain black clothing, even allowing in the occasional tattooed and pierced, we are still a pretty mainstream bunch. We really do color in the lines.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in">So I am proposing that what the United Church of Christ needs is more crazy art dudes. Women and men who will not only bring a modern aesthetic into our sanctuaries, but will kick the legs out from under our sometimes static language and theology. Of course, that means change, the dirtiest six-letter word we know. But isn’t it amazing! We serve a God beyond our understanding but made known to us in Jesus who is beyond our understanding and built in us by the Spirit that is beyond our understanding, and we claim this God to be alive because we are alive and this creation is alive. Art is alive, is reaching for the transcendent. Let us stand on our spiritual toes gesturing towards God, gesturing with paint and plaster and poetry and song. Wonderfully and fearfully made- the works of these hands, these hearts that long for our God. May it always be so. Amen.</p> <p><!--EndFragment--> </p> <p class="post-info"> </p> <!-- <rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:trackback="http://madskills.com/public/xml/rss/module/trackback/"> <rdf:Description rdf:about="http://garybrinn.com/2009/09/25/crazy-art-dudes-a-sermon/" dc:identifier="http://garybrinn.com/2009/09/25/crazy-art-dudes-a-sermon/" dc:title="Crazy Art Dudes- A Sermon" trackback:ping="http://garybrinn.com/2009/09/25/crazy-art-dudes-a-sermon/trackback/" /> </rdf:RDF> --> </div> <div class="post-footer"><a href="http://garybrinn.com/2009/09/25/crazy-art-dudes-a-sermon/#respond" title="Comment on Crazy Art Dudes- A Sermon">No Comments »</a></div> </div> <div class="post"> <div class="post-title"><em><a href="http://garybrinn.com/category/a-sometimes-blog-of-post-modern-theology-and-thought/" title="View all posts in Main Blog" rel="category tag">Main Blog</a></em>30 Jun 2009 09:41 pm</div> <p class="post-info"><a href="http://garybrinn.com/2009/06/30/update-and-a-sermon/" rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link: Update and a Sermon">Update and a Sermon</a> </p> <div class="post-content"> <p>I’ve been on the road the last couple of weeks. I wrapped thing up at Vassar College and with First Congregational in Poughkeepsie, and last Thursday appeared before the Ecclesiastical Council, where I was approved for ordination. So now it’s search time!</p> <p>On Sunday I lead worship at First Church in Needham, the second time they’ve been kind enough to invite me. Below is the sermons and some of the liturgy.</p> <p>This summer I won’t be at camp, so I’ll be posting of the material from the last year…</p> <p>Blessings<br /> Gary</p> <p><em>Contagious Cleanliness: Mark 5:21 ff  </em><br /> The last few days have been absolutely lovely. I’ve been out and about, Inman Square where I live, Harvard Square where I meet friends and where my Ecclesiastical Council was held on Thursday night. Everyone getting out, the sun shining, dozens of languages, and a mix of the well-to-do, the vastly over-educated, and the just-hanging on. I suspect this is a bit what it was like in the scenes recounted in today’s gospel. Galilee was in some sense a rural backwater, reclaimed by the Judeans only a century before Jesus. But in other ways it was a thriving cosmopolitan region. The Roman cities of the Decapolis, trade routes, Greek culture… and of course the various sects of the Judean religion.</p> <p>There’s a lot going on in this particular reading just as there was probably a lot going on in the streets on Galilee’s shores. Jesus already has a band of disciples and already has a reputation as a healer. A leader of the local synagogue asks Jesus to heal his daughter, making us question what we think we know about “the Jews.” The scare quotes were on purpose, because there was no such thing as Rabbinic Judaism, and the Judean religion was complex and far from unified. And a woman who is well-to-do enough to have consulted many physicians without relief, who is willing to grasp at any straw, any cloak, for relief. And notice that Jesus doesn’t say “I know who touched me” as those who over-emphasize his divine nature would have him. No, he has to ask, and the disciples don’t wither before their master. “Please, look around you. How are we supposed to know?” And the little girl, did she die because Jesus was delayed or would she have died anyways? Does he leave most of the disciples behind so he can move faster? And of course, there’s the whole secret thing Jesus does. Shhh, don’t tell anyone.</p> <p>We have here stories that are interwoven, a pretty good sign in my book. You see, tradition recorded in the earliest texts about the gospels tells us that the author of Mark wrote down stories as Peter told them, and was never quite sure about the chronology. The author of Matthew is desperately re-ordering the contents of the gospel message and story to cast Jesus as the new Moses, complete with five sermons representing the new Torah. And Luke is very consciously a historian, trying to tell the story accurately. But the author of Mark, well he’s just telling it like he heard it. He doesn’t re-arrange, doesn’t make it into a nice story, its not literature. So for my money, this is a pretty reliable re-telling of an actual event. Jesus was asked by a local Judean leader to heal his daughter. And on his way there, he was touched by a woman and she was healed.</p> <p>But this isn’t just any woman, she was an unclean woman. Hemorrhaging is code for menstrual problems and this woman is as unclean as you can get short of leprosy. So before we talk about what Christ did, let’s think about the purity code.</p> <p>The purity code is part of the very complex six-hundred plus rule system referred to as the Law. The Judean myth was that it was given to Moses by God and that it reflects God’s will. The truth is that the Law was composed over five centuries, combining the customs of the Tribes with the needs of the Kingdom, and with the needs of the conquered remnant. Many things went into the code. There was the need for a complex system of sacrifices to support the Temple economy and its many priests. There was the need to regulate disease and contagion. And during the Exile there was the need to create complex rules to insure the Exiles were not assimilated, to mark them as distinct. After the Exile there was the need to justify marginalizing and dispossessing the non-Elite Judeans who had been left behind. There was a whole lot of human strategy that went into the lines and rules and categories of the code. And the biggest weapon in the Law’s arsenal was uncleanliness.</p> <p>Now, here’s the thing about the state of being unclean, about uncleanliness: it was contagious. If I have become unclean, maybe I’ve touched a corpse or a leper or a hemorrhaging woman, and then I touch you, then you are also unclean. It is a bit like the cooties, but without the circle-circle dot-dot shot that makes it all better.</p> <p>When the woman touched Jesus’ cloak, she made him unclean. Simple as that. I mean, you might argue that the cloak was unclean, but then we’d be missing the point and besides, the purity code is pretty OCD. So when she came into contact with Jesus, certainly enough for healing to move from him into her, he became unclean. But not really, because that’s not what happened. Jesus did not become unclean, she became clean.</p> <p>Here is this complex system of rules that takes as its basic premise that the bad, uncleanliness, idolatry, sin, is contagious, and Jesus flips it on its head. It is not uncleanliness that is contagious, it is cleanliness. The cleanliness flows out of Jesus and into her, for she is not just healed, her illness carries moral freight. We miss this message when we flatten the story to Jesus’ magical mystical Messiah powers, or when we focus on just her faith, though faith certainly comes into play. We often miss a major theme throughout the gospels. Jesus encounters the unclean and makes it clean. He orders the disciples to do the same. Corpses, tax collectors, adulterers, all unclean, all cleansed by Jesus. The man-made system that controls and taxes and protects and oppresses is divinely reversed.</p> <p>Just to drive home the point, Jesus dies in the most ritually unclean manner. Yes, he is severely beaten by Gentiles, by the conquering Romans, but that’s not enough. And yes, he’s in a killing field where hundreds of other Jews have been executed. But the real uncleanliness comes from what, from the Roman point of view, was a happy coincidence. See, the Romans used crucifixion throughout their empire. It was a brutal form of torture execution that was quite effective at quelling political dissent. The victim slowly and painfully died, then the corpse was left there, rotting, a sign to any others that might challenge Rome. There were dozens if not hundreds of crosses visible in every major town controlled by Rome. And as it happens, the Law says that it is unclean to die on a tree.</p> <p>Jesus took the unclean symbol of brutal Roman oppression, the most unclean way to die according to the Law, and defeated it, made it a symbol of triumph over all of the oppressive systems of humankind.</p> <p>Now let me be clear, this is not just about Jesus and magical mystical Messiah-power. “Oh, well Jesus is God, but that’s just him.” Nope, wrong, absolutely wrong. The disciples are meant to do the same, they do the same. And then there are the Gentiles who decide to follow Christ, there’s Philip and the Ethiopian eunuch, well, you get the idea. I’ll let you decide whether Jesus simply reverses the old purity code or whether he informs us that it was bogus all along, though you can probably guess where I land in that debate. But when it is all said and done, contagious uncleanliness is no more, what is contagious is cleanliness.</p> <p>Thanks, Gary, you might be thinking, thanks for the historical-critical-theological lesson, but what does it have to do with me? After all, we know all about disease and contagion these days, and we’ve long abandoned the idea that women and childbirth are inherently unclean. Okay, dead bodies and IRS agents still give us the willies, but it’s not about contagious uncleanliness. So why do we care about a divine reversal of a system we’ve long since abandoned?</p> <p>Well, here’s my question: Have we really abandoned the idea that the bad is contagious? Okay, you don’t want your child hanging out with the bad kids. I get it. And while you were friends with both of them, only one of them cheated, so you were happy with how the friends were divided in the divorce… But really, you don’t worry that the bad is catching… well, but your partner shouldn’t be socializing with philanderers.</p> <p>Nope, you don’t belief badness is contagious… or do you? I know I do. I am sometimes amazed at what a prude I am. I don’t think we should buy products from bad companies, watch exploitive television shows, idolize scoundrels. I see everything as connected and am constantly thinking about how I am contributing to systems of oppression, injustice, evil. Okay, at least I’m not obsessed about my own salvation, at least I’m not a complete Pharisee. But, and it’s a pretty big but, I also don’t act as if cleanliness is contagious. I don’t carry Jesus with me into sinful places. I’m a good post-colonial post-modern progressive liberal kind of guy, so I don’t want to interfere with other people’s beliefs or lifestyle, even if I believe that lifestyle is self-destructive, even if I believe that people can find liberation and joy in a life shaped by Christ.</p> <p>I am too polite to share the good news of Christ, too post-whatever to carry contagious cleanliness, contagious salvation, into the world.</p> <p>Todays’ gospel is really a kick in the pants if you think about it. It’s a little more subtle than the Great Commission, you need to actually study the text to get the meaning, but the meaning is still there. Goodness is contagious, cleanliness is contagious. We are supposed to be the leaven in the loaf, which means getting out of our little jar in the refrigerator and getting in the loaf. Mixing with the unholy, the dirty, the immoral. Touching them. It gives me the willies just thinking about it.</p> <p>I have my own purity code, its very convenient, keeps me out of uncomfortable situations, insures that I am socially acceptable. Ouch! I’m okay with the fact that Sunday morning and Monday morning don’t always seem to connect. Yikes!</p> <p>Does Jesus reprimand the woman who touches him? Does he avoid the unclean dead little girl? Talitha cum! Get up and walk. Carry God’s cleanliness into the world. I have no idea how we do that, but I’m sure willing to try. With God’s grace and the power of the Spirit we have all we need to go out and change lives, to change the world. May it always be so! Amen.</p> <p><em>Pastoral Prayer</em></p> <p>Loving God, we praise and thank you for this amazing creation, for this living, beautiful, growing and shaking and terrifying earth. We ask for the wisdom to care for it, to love it, as you love it, as you love us.</p> <p>Creator God, we thank you for these bodies, healing and growing and thriving and failing, we are truly fearfully and wonderfully made. We ask for comfort for those who suffer, in body and spirit, for those who have lost and those who provide comfort. May we all find our way home to you.</p> <p>Saving God, we thank you for the Kingdom proclaimed by your Son, for the challenge and example of his life, death and resurrection. We ask for courage to step out into the world as witnesses, charged with the Great Commandment and the Great Commission.</p> <p>Calling God, we thank you for bringing us together in this church. Grant, we pray, your wisdom in the deliberations of this congregation and of our sisters and brothers at Synod.</p> <p>God, you are very real and know that we live in a world that is very real, with destruction and conflict. We pray for our sisters and brothers threatened by war, for all who long for justice and liberty. We pray that the power of the your Spirit will touch the hearts of leaders, leading us on a path of wisdom, a path of love.</p> <p>We offer these words of praise and of petition in humility, in love, living into the dream that is your kingdom. Amen.</p> <p><em>Call to Offering</em></p> <p>Our Savior asks for nothing less than our whole hearts, bound in love of our God, of one another, and of this church. Our monetary gifts are but a small part of what we give, but they are a necessary part, one whether it is the widow’s mite or the riches at the Needle Gate. The offering will now be collected and received.</p> <p><em>Prayer of Dedication</em></p> <p>Let us pray. Divine Source, Loving God, these gifts represent our time, our talent, our tithes, represent our whole hearts given over to you. Bless the gifts and the givers, strengthening the missions of this church and of this denomination, helping us to spread this good news, that life in Christ is life in full, that death is defeated, and that our God is great, amazing, agapè. Amen.</p> <p><em>Benediction</em><br /> Our God asks much of us. Go out into the world and change it. But God offers us in return life in full, the power of the Holy Spirit, our companions in Christ. Go forth, blessed by God, reconciling Sunday morning with Monday morning and being as contagious as you can… cleanliness and love spreading across our world. 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