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Most Holy Creator
We want order and rules
and you give us Big Bang and Chaos.
We crave understanding
and you give us imagination.
We cling to our fear
and you call us out in love.
Forgive us when we try to contain You
and free us from our self-imposed shackles.
We ask this in the name of your Son,
chaotic, creative, love. Amen.

Since we’ve been talking about movies a lot recently, I have a confession to make. Many folks would consider some of my favorite films to be completely inappropriate for a pastor.

For example, I enjoyed the Omen series, a three movie series from 1976 to 1981 and focused on the coming of the Antichrist. It’s not that I believe the Revelation of John should be taken literally. I don’t even think it should be in the biblical canon! But the Omen movies were exceptionally well done.

Looking back over thirty years, with so much hatred in the headlines, we might find the portrayal of evil a little cartoonish. Continue reading “Anti-Christ: July 27, 2014”

Location, location, location. It is one of those business clichés that sounds simple, but is anything but. It is fine to declare that the location is critical to the success of a business, whether it be retail or food service or even manufacturing. It is another to identify what that location should be, what factors make for success. Certainly you’ll make less money selling air conditioners in Siberia than you will in Florida. But the difference between Main Street in Sayville and Vets Highway is less dramatic, more shades of gray than black and white. Location is, after all, relative to something else. The gas station near the L.I.E. exit. The pizza parlor next to the youth soccer complex, filled with teams celebrating, and not celebrating, over pizza. And to position one thing relative to another, in time or in space, you need a preposition. Continue reading “Toward: A Sermon on Prepositions, the Beginning, and Exodus”

As many of you know, I spent much of this week in Minneapolis. It was beautiful and slightly odd. They have this slogan, “Minnesota Nice.” And they are, but in a slightly creepy The Borg sort of way. I mean, maybe I’ve lived in New York too long, but these people were in orderly lines for buses that hadn’t even arrived. The counter staff took the time to inquire about my wrist and my general state of being in the middle of lunch rush. And the accents… well let’s just say Garrison Keillor and the actors on “A Prairie Home Companion” get it right. Diversity in Minnesota is generally of the Swedish or Norwegian variety. At least that’s the official story.

But there is another story. Other immigrants have made their way north to Minnesota. There are people of color, and Latinos and Asians, though given the conditions in winter, we may want to question their sanity. Minneapolis is even the home of my favorite hip-hop label, with a vibrant Alt Hip-Hop scene, and I was delighted to stop by their retail store, where they were, predictably, really nice. Continue reading “Our Messy Diversity: Sermon for May 25th, 2014”

I may not have kids, but I love the Disney Pixar films. What’s not to love about Dori, the fish with no short term memory voiced by Ellen Degeneres in Finding Nemo? Though other movies have had better tie-ins and marketing, I believe Meet the Robinsons is the real masterpiece of the series. And what’s not to love about Dori, the fish with no short term memory voiced by Ellen Degeneres in Finding Nemo?

As much as I love Pixar, I find it just a tiny bit tragic that for future generations, the words “Hey, Boo” will only be heard in the voice of John Goodman as Sully, the furry blue beast of Monsters Inc. For me, and for several generations of Americans who were educated before the tyranny of standardized testing, “Hey, Boo” is meant to be heard in the Southern accent of one Jean Louise Finch, sometimes called Scout. She is, of course, the narrator of Harper Lee’s American classic To Kill a Mockingbird. Most of us have read it, and if you haven’t, well, I can’t recommend it highly enough. Continue reading “Messy Families: A Sermon from May 11th”

Just as would happen with Christianity, Buddhism would decline in the region that gave it birth. And like Christianity, as it spread into other regions, it took on distinct forms. The form that spread in Southeast Asia came to be called Theravada, the School of the Elders, though its opponents would call it Hinayana, or the Lesser Vehicle. The northeastern movement of Buddhism split into two major forms. Syncretism gave rise to a distinctly Himalayan form called Vajrayana. The Buddhism that spread into China, and eventually into Korea and Japan, was labeled, in chauvinist form, Mahayana, or the Great Vehicle. And it was from this third northern branch that the most well known form of Buddhism developed… that is, the School of Zen Buddhism, as it is known in Japan and the West, or Chan, as it is known in China.

The key figure in the development of Zen Buddhism was Bodhidharma. A monk who arrived in China in the early 5th century, he is best known for a fierce intensity, and is often depicted with a scowl. Legend has it that during the sixth year of a seven year meditation called “wall gazing,” he fell asleep. Infuriated, he cut off his own eyelids. Continue reading “Messy Bodies: A Sermon in the “Get Dirty: Live Your Faith” series”

Blessed Rabbi,
our week began with hosannas and palms…
And then we went our separate ways
tending to bored children on vacations…
Frantically completing our taxes…
Dealing with the mundane…
While your story continues in Jerusalem…
With growing tension…
And mounting danger.
It is in this context…
This moment ripe with the new Kingdom…
Imperiled by the eruptions of the old
that we gather
to listen once again to the proclamation
to live as if the revolution had been won…
For it had been, has been, will be
in the timelessness of God’s will…
Gather our hearts to this moment…
And all that is within it.
Amen.

 

Creator God,
we throw out words that are meant to capture your essence…
We call you infinite, immortal, timeless…
We describe you as omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent…
But these are just words
pointing to what is beyond our knowing.
Yet even as you are beyond us,
you were with us in Jesus
felt like us
loved and cried and raged and died
and then
with love spilling past the boundaries of death
you are alive again
as we are alive again
and will be alive again.
Gather us in love,
gather us to your divine mysterious self.
Amen.

Four planes took off that morning. One was different than the others… Flight 93 sat on the tarmac for 45 minutes placing that at half hour behind the other three aircraft. It carried less than its normal load. It flew with only 20% of its normal number of passengers. This may well have come to play a role, as the tendency of crowds not to act may have factored into the eventual outcome. And finally, it was one hijacker short — the missing “muscle” hijacker having been turned away at the border as the customs agent, looking at the small amount of cash and the one-way ticket, decided that the individual was likely to become an illegal immigrant. So on September 11, 2001, when three aircraft were used as weapons of mass destruction, the fourth aircraft failed to reach its target. Continue reading “A Sermon Sketch for Lent 5”

The following texts are a communal prayer of confession followed by an assurance of pardon.

God of Life,

we are baffled by the mystery of our existence,
and so we obsess about the thin line
between life and death.
We fill our screens with the undead,
the living dead,
the murderous and murdered.
Our highways are marked with fragile memorials,
our cars are rolling tombstones.
We confess our unholy obsession,
praying for your forgiveness,
as we seek to embrace new life.
Amen. Continue reading “Zombie Prayer”