Thursday, September 11, 2025

Words Matter

 

            Words matter.

24 years – the same age as my son. I will always remember the number of years that pass since September 11, 2001, because I watched it unfold live on television while holding my two-month-old son and trying to distract my two-year-old daughter from what was being displayed on the screen in our living room.  

            24 years. 24 years ago, we watched the horrific consequences of violent rhetoric live and in color. Yes, they were consequences of violent rhetoric. It began with words – words of hatred and venom and destruction. Words that came from a mindset that some should live while others die. And I’ll go so far as to say that those violent words were inspired by violence that began with violent words that were used against those who planned 9/11.

            Violent rhetoric begets violent action which begets more violent words. Where does it end? With violence upon violence upon violence. It is, literally, a vicious cycle. And it begins with violent rhetoric.

            Words matter. Words harm and hurt and abuse and violence in words can lead to violence in action. A man was killed yesterday. Students were shot yesterday. Children were bombed and attacked and starved yesterday. And the day before that and the day before that and the day before that. Words matter, and when our words are violent and unchecked, how can we believe that those words won’t be taken literally and used to justify violence in more words as well as in deeds. It is a terrible irony that the man who was killed yesterday stated that some gun deaths were necessary in order to maintain our 2nd Amendment rights. He probably never thought that he would be a gun death as well. He did not deserve it, no one does, but surely his words contributed to the possibility that it could happen.

            Words matter. But we can’t seem to learn this lesson. The tragedy and heartbreak of this day 24 years ago should have caused us all to carefully consider our words. But violent rhetoric has only increased, and it should surprise none of us that violent action has escalated as well. And innocents are always caught in its wake. Because the trauma of yesterday’s violence, and the trauma of the violence on each day before, causes not only physical harm but spiritual harm, emotional harm, and psychological harm to everyone who bears witness. If we don’t address this harm, if we don’t address the pain that we inflict, if we don’t change our words and demand that our leaders do the same, this cycle will never be broken. Violence will catch us all, one way or another. It will be embodied in large ways and in small. Every violent, tragic, unnecessary death wounds our souls. Every vitriolic utterance causes us damage. Words matter, and words open the door for action. We have a choice to make – words of violence or words of compassion; words that revile or words that forgive. I want to choose the latter. I want to choose words and actions that reflect love of God and love of neighbor. I want to speak words that are tender and words that heal. I must choose the latter because I know how easy it is to do otherwise.

So may my words be words of love. May my words be words of justice. May my words be words of peace. It is easy, far too easy, to speak words of hate. May my words speak love and may my actions do the same.

            Words matter.

Wednesday, September 10, 2025

What Is the Cost?

Luke 14:25-33

September 7, 2025

 

            Several years ago a commercial aired that became extremely controversial. It infuriated some people, while other folks applauded and defended it. There was backlash against the makers of the product. People on the other side of the controversy made sure that they voiced their support of the brand. Nasty things on both sides of the divide were stated on social media. The firestorm over this commercial revealed, once again, some of the great divisions in our society. What was the product that caused such a hullabaloo, that provoked such outrage? Cheerios. Yes, you heard me correctly. Cheerios. Cheerios the cereal. Cheerios the cereal with the name that sounds like a happy British farewell, as in Cheery-O! Cheerios, my kids’ first finger foods. Cheerios.

            Several years ago now, Cheerios ran an ad that featured a little girl, box of Cheerios in hand, coming to her mom with a question. Is Cheerios good for your heart?  Her mom looked at the box and told her that some of the ingredients were helpful in lowering cholesterol which is heart healthy. The little girl thanks her mom, takes the box, and runs off. The next scene is the father waking up from a nap on the couch, and as he sits up, a whole bunch of Cheerios positioned over his heart, falls off his shirt. The commercial ends with him calling his wife’s name, obviously wondering what the heck was going on.

            So what’s the controversy? The commercial featured an interracial couple. The wife/mother was white. The husband/father was black, and the little girl was biracial. That representation made some people really, really angry, while others thought it was great. But on both sides of the debate the words “family values” were used. What constitutes family values? What weakens family values? What are family values? Was this commercial a building up of family values or a breaking down of them?

            However we may define family values, I would hazard a guess that all of us agree that they are important. Valuing families, caring for them, supporting them is the lynchpin of our society and probably most societies. While family values may be a buzzword from the last century and in our present one, the ideas behind family values are not new. Families, however they may look, whatever the makeup, are essential now and they have been essential. Families were just as essential, maybe even more so, in Jesus’ context as they are now.

            In the culture in which Jesus lived, families were more than just what we define as a nuclear family – mother, father, children. Families included the extended family of grandparents. cousins, aunts, uncles, etc. Family meant protection. Family meant security. To be alone, to be without family, was to be vulnerable. Scripture, in both testaments, repeatedly speaks to the need to care for widows and orphans. Why? Because they were often without family, which meant they were some of the most vulnerable in that society. They had no family. The book of Ruth tells the story of two widows, who lose family and rely on each other for protection and go to seek extended family who will help them.

            Yet in the opening verses of our passage from Luke’s gospel, Jesus says something that seems to violate everything that his culture and ours would consider family values.

            “Whoever comes to me and does not hate father and mother, wife and children, brothers and sisters, yes, and even life itself, cannot be my disciple.”

            I read a commentator this week who wrote about one of his pastors. Whenever this pastor would preach on a particularly difficult text of scripture, he would say something like, “I know I can’t get an amen, but can I get an ouch?”

            Can I get an ouch?

            We must hate our families to follow Jesus?! We must hate mother and father and brother and sister to be his disciple?! Isn’t Jesus the one who spoke about loving God and neighbor and ourselves? Isn’t Jesus the one who welcomed little children when everyone else wanted to shoo them away? Isn’t Jesus the one who hung out with the marginalized and forgotten and overlooked and judged? Isn’t this the Jesus who in the passage just before this preached about the openness and wideness of God’s table in the kingdom? But in seemingly the same breath, he then says that we must hate those closest to us in order to follow him. We must hate the ones who gave us life if we want to be his disciple? We must hate our families. Can I get an ouch?

            This seems contrary to everything Jesus has said before, but is it? Is it really? Jesus often used hyperbolic speech to make an impact and an emphatic point, and this certainly could be a technique that he was employing in this moment. It’s also possible that he wasn’t calling those who would follow to hate their families as in have hostility or show aggression toward them, but that no matter how much wannabe followers may love their families, they must love God and their call to follow more. They must prioritize their lives so that what is most important is discipleship. You may love your family, but you must be willing to let them go if you really want to follow me.

            But in saying this, I don’t want to soften or dilute Jesus’ words. They are hard and they are shocking. They would have shocked his original listeners just as they shock us today. If Jesus was trying to evangelize or grow the numbers following him even more, this was not the way to do it. Clearly, Jesus was not using a Dale Carnegie technique in how to win friends and influence people. Luke tells us that Jesus was being followed by crowds of people. Why would he deliberately try to thin those crowds out?

            Yet, here’s the thing, Jesus was not just randomly walking around the countryside. He was on his way to Jerusalem. He’s been on his way to Jerusalem for a while now, and that means that he is making his way to the cross. His cross. His death. And he doesn’t have time to waste, and he is not pulling any punches. If you want to follow me, then you are going to have be willing to walk away from the people you love the most, to separate from them. If you want to follow me, then you must carry your own cross. You must be willing to lose everything, including your life. This is not a volunteer position that you can do when you feel like it, and when your schedule allows. This is a commitment that could cost you everything, so you better count the cost before you make it. What is the cost you are willing to pay? What are you willing to sacrifice? What are you willing to give or give up? If you can’t leave behind family and friends and possessions, then you shouldn’t follow me, because my way is a narrow way and following in my footsteps will never be easy. Have you counted the cost?

            Can I get an ouch?

            What is the cost we are willing to pay? I dread these words of Jesus because I know how torn I am between the people I love and the possessions I own and discipleship. I know how much courage I lack, how much struggle I wish to avoid, how much sacrifice I am afraid to make. Jesus’ words cut me to the quick, because I know that I do not follow him as I should. I want to but I am afraid of the cost. Can I get an ouch?

            Yet I also know that I have had to hate and let go and walk away from a lot just to stand in this pulpit. I didn’t hate my grandfather, but I had to hate his conviction that women should not be ordained. I didn’t hate my grandmother, but I had to hate what she implied when she called my early sermons “my little talks” rather than the sermons they were. To make it to this pulpit required me to let go of and walk away from a lot of people that claimed and claim I have no business being here.

            What have you had to hate? What have you had to let go of? What have you been forced to walk away from to be here, to follow Jesus? Maybe it doesn’t feel like much or maybe it feels like everything. Maybe you carry a heavier cross than any of us can imagine, and maybe your heaviest cross is still to come. Carrying our crosses was never meant to be easy, but we were also never meant to carry them alone.

            There is no clean or comfortable wrap up to Jesus’ words today. They should make us say, “Ouch.” They should convict us and make us struggle and wrestle and wonder. But just because they carry a sting does not mean that they are not good news. We know that even those closest to Jesus messed up. They couldn’t carry their own crosses, at least not at first. They ran away in fear. They didn’t know how to let go of what they possessed and what possessed them. But still there was grace and still there was mercy and still there was forgiveness. That grace, mercy, and forgiveness are ours as well. We are called to carry our crosses and follow, but we are not called to follow alone. We are not alone. Even when we stumble and think we can’t go on, we are not alone. We are not alone. Thanks be to God.

            Can I get an ouch? Can I get an alleluia?

            Amen. 

Tuesday, August 26, 2025

You Are Set Free

Luke 13:10-17

August 24, 2025

 

In the last years of my mom’s life, she walked bent over. She had very little strength left in her upper body, and she could not hold herself up straight when she walked. There were a multitude of reasons for this. She had osteoporosis. She had a complex and difficult back surgery in the early 2000’s that never seemed to help, and the recovery from that was so awful that she gave up on trying to get her full strength back. There were many reasons as to why she was so bent over, but I remember watching her and thinking, “I don’t want that to be me.”

I am my mother in many ways, and that makes me happy most of the time because she was funny and smart and a great mom. But if I’m lucky enough to live another 30 years, I don’t want to be bent over and stooped like she was. I want to avoid that if possible. So, I exercise. I’ve started swimming again. I take my vitamins, and I try to be conscious of my posture – although that’s going to take a lot more effort on my part. I’m trying to avoid becoming my mother in that way because I know that she was in a lot of pain in the last years of her life. Her back hurt. Her knees hurt. She just hurt. And I wish she would not have had to live with that.

My mom was probably really stooped for maybe five years – although my memory may be off – and that caused her ongoing pain. If five years of this was bad, I cannot imagine 18 years. I cannot imagine 18 years of pain, never being able to straighten up, never being able to look up and around. I cannot imagine 18 years of having only one view – your feet and the ground below you.

18 years. That is how long the woman in this passage from Luke’s gospel was bent over, unable to stand up straight. To be fair, the scripture does not tell us specifically that the woman was in pain, but having watched my mother, I can well imagine she was. Being so dramatically bent over, in a constant stooped position, unable to straighten even a little bit, must have been painful. You can’t be bent over that severely for almost two decades and not have some pain as a consequence.

The passage notes that she was bent over due to a spirit that crippled her, which may have been a spinal disease or another physical ailment that was not understood. Yet this crippling condition did not prevent the woman from coming to the synagogue on the Sabbath. She came to worship and to honor the Sabbath as she had probably been doing all her life. There’s nothing in the text to indicate that she came for any reason other than that. But on this sabbath day, everything changed. Everything changed because Jesus was there

Jesus was in the synagogue teaching, and he saw this woman. Verse 11 reads,

“And just then there appeared a woman with a spirit that had crippled her for eighteen years.”

As I understand it, women were not allowed to be where the men were. Women did not approach rabbis. And as I’ve already said, there is no indication from the text that this woman came looking to be healed. There were no family or friends advocating for her. There was no one trying to get Jesus’ attention, and she was not trying to get his attention. She appeared, which sounds almost magical, but I don’t believe it is a reference to magic. She appeared because Jesus saw her. Maybe he was the first person to truly see her in 18 long years. Maybe he was the first person to really see her in her whole life. If it seemed that she just appeared there, it may be because when Jesus saw her, others finally saw her too.

When Jesus saw this bent over, crooked, stooped woman, he called her over, and said to her,

“Woman, you are set free from your ailment.”

Then he laid his hands on her, and she immediately stood up straight! Her spine released, her back unfurled, her shoulders squared, and she stood straight. And the straightening of her spine freed her not only from pain but freed her to praise God with a joyful voice. She stood straight and began to praise God.

This should be where the story ends. This should be where we insert our “Amens” and “Alleluias” and move on giving thanks ourselves. But her praise was interrupted by the leader of the synagogue. In the wake of this healing, his response was not joy but outrage. He is indignant that Jesus healed this woman on the Sabbath. The Law is clear – healing on the Sabbath could only happen in critical, emergency situations. Yet what was critical about this woman’s circumstance? She was bent over for 18 years! One more day would not have made a difference. The leader was furious with Jesus, but he did not confront Jesus directly. Instead, he vents his ire on the woman and the crowd gathered.

“There are six other days of the week. Come to be healed on those days, not on the Sabbath.”

In other words, don’t mess with the Sabbath. There were specific rules as to what could happen on the Sabbath and what could not. A non-urgent healing that could have happened any other day did not qualify as a legitimate Sabbath healing. The leader knew this. The crowds knew this. The woman knew this. Jesus knew this. But it was on this day, this Sabbath day, that Jesus saw her. He saw this woman when clearly others had not. Her condition most likely made her invisible to the larger society, just as can happen today. But she was not invisible to Jesus. He saw her. And when he saw her, he saw her need, and he healed her. He chose to help, Sabbath or no Sabbath.

Jesus’ response to the leader and the crowds was immediate as well.

“You hypocrites! Does not each of your on the Sabbath untie his ox or his donkey from the manger, and lead it away to give it water? And ought not this woman, a daughter of Abraham who Satan bound for eighteen long years, be set free from this bondage on the Sabbath day?”

Commentators note that Jesus’ argument is based on the Hebrew qal v-homer model, which is “from the lighter to the greater.” If you feed and care for your donkeys and oxen on the Sabbath, then you should be free to care for someone in need on the Sabbath as well. Even if that need is a chronic condition. If not now, when?

This is not the first time that Jesus butted heads with the religious professionals over what should and should not be allowable on the Sabbath. He has healed others on the Sabbath. His disciples gathered food on the Sabbath. Was it that Jesus did not care about the Law or did he not care about the Sabbath?

It seems to me that Jesus cared a great deal about both the Law and the Sabbath, but he understood what others did not. He understood the intent of the Law. He grasped the deeper reason for the Sabbath. The Law was not given as a means of binding the people, restricting them. It was given as a gift. It was given to free them, to free them from what keeps them from being in relationship with God and with others. The Sabbath was not meant for restrictions but for rest. What better time to be healed than on the Sabbath? What better time to be freed than on the day when everyone came together to worship and give thanks to God? What better day was there to be set free?

What would it mean to us to hear these words today? What would it mean to leave this place, this sacred time, this holy hour, and be freed from what ails us? To be freed from the burdens that weigh us down and stoop our shoulders and bend us toward the ground? What would it mean to be told, “You are free.”?

Think again about the woman’s perspective for those 18 years. She was so bent over that she could really only see her feet and the ground below her. She could not make eye contact with anyone. I imagine that she became quieter and quieter as a result, silencing her voice because who would listen? She lost the ability to see the sun and the sky. She lost the ability to see anyone around her. She was invisible. So, consider what you carry this day. What is keeping you bent over? What is preventing you from using your voice? What is isolating you from others? What burdens you and keeps you from standing straight and praising God?

I am a religious professional, and I know how easily I can slip into the mindset of the synagogue leader. I want things done in a certain way and in a certain order. There are some things that should happen in worship and some that should not. When Jesus freed the woman, maybe he also wanted to free the leader too. Maybe he also wanted to free the crowds. There is no better day to be set free than today. There is no better time to be set free than this time.

So, here is the good news. You are set free. You are set free from what binds you. You are set free from what stoops your shoulders and bends your spine. You are set free from what makes you invisible. You are set free from what keeps you from praising God, from using your voice. You are set free. I am set free. We are set free. The good news of the gospel sets us free to live and love as God calls us to live and love. The good news of the gospel sets us free to be the people God created us to be, to be fully and truly human, just as Jesus was fully and truly human. We are set free to be compassionate, to heal, to hope, to share, to care, to live, to love. We are set free. Thanks be to God. Go and tell others this good news. Go and set others free too.

Let all of God’s children say, “Alleluia.”

Amen.

 

Thursday, August 21, 2025

Wait, What?

Luke 12:49-56

August 17, 2025

 

            There is an article in this month’s Christian Century magazine written in tribute of Walter Brueggemann, now of blessed memory. Brueggemann was a renowned biblical scholar of Old Testament, particularly in hearing and interpreting the prophets. He was a prolific writer, and his book The Prophetic Imagination was required reading when I was in seminary, and I believe that it is still required in many seminaries today. The author of this article, Jason Edwards, wrote that “Brueggemann was not interested in easy answers or sanitized interpretations. … He did not ask the biblical text to be safe; he asked it to speak. And when it did, he stayed.” [i]

            He did not ask the biblical text to be safe; he asked it to speak. The text from the gospel of Luke that is before us this morning is one that I am asking to speak, even though our initial response may be wait, what? What did it say? What did Jesus say? Wait, what?

            Last week, we heard Jesus tell those around him not to worry, not to be afraid. We heard that it was God’s good pleasure to give us the kingdom. We heard that when the master comes home, he will have the servants sit at the table and he will serve them. And this week, as we move to these last closing verses in chapter 12, we read that Jesus now declares that he “came to bring fire to the earth, and how I wish it were already kindled!”

            Jesus states that he has a baptism with which to be baptized and that he is under great stress until it is completed. Then he declares that the people think he has come to bring peace on earth. But he has not come to bring peace. He has come to bring division. Households will be divided. Families will be divided. Fathers against sons. Mothers against daughters. Mothers-in-law against daughters-in-law. He has come not to bring peace on earth but division. Wait? What?

            So this is what Jesus, and the text are speaking. But what does it mean? Jesus says that he has a baptism with which to be baptized and that he is under great stress until that baptism is accomplished. We know that he has already been baptized in the Jordan by John. That is not the baptism that he referring to. The larger context of these verses is that Jesus is on the way to Jerusalem. He has set his face toward that city, which means that he is moving toward the cross. There is no turning back. This die has been cast. So, the baptism that Jesus is referring to is not one of immersion but crucifixion. The baptism for which he in great stress is waiting is his own death into new life. I imagine he was under stress. Terrible stress.

The Greek word translated as “stress” in my version of the Bible means a “squeezing.” It is a pressing in. Jesus is being squeezed and pressed. Pretty accurate way of describing stress isn’t it? When I am under an enormous amount of stress I feel as though I am being squeezed and pushed and pressed from all sides. Jesus is feeling this. He has been trying all along to show the people that the kingdom of God is already in their midst. Now he tells them that it’s obvious.  They can look at a rain cloud and realize it is going to rain. They can feel the south wind blowing and know that the heat will be upon them. But what’s right in front of their eyes, they can’t see!  Why can’t they just get it? 

            So Jesus has not come to bring peace. He brings division. These words may disturb and perturb us, but hasn’t this has been true all along? Jesus was run out of his hometown. His own mother and brothers think he has gone off the deep end. He’s ticked off just about every religious leader he’s encountered. He has confused and scared people. He heals one person only to anger another person with that same healing. Jesus assures the people who surround him of God’s love, but he also tells them that God is more than just words on scrolls or rules to be adhered to. God is in their midst. God is working among them. The power of God’s Holy Spirit is blowing new life into what was dead. Everything is shaken, stirred, changed. Because when God comes, things happen, life changes. Who said that would be easy or painless? Who said that the peace of God would be a warm fuzzy? Who said that the coming of the kingdom would make everybody feel just great? Not Jesus. The coming of the kingdom brings abundant life. But that life comes out of death, it comes out of change. And change can and does bring division.

            When I used to read these words, it seemed like Jesus wanted to bring division. That was his sole purpose and plan. And that just seemed counter intuitive and just plain counter to all the Good Shepherd images of Jesus that I have been clinging to since childhood. But as scholar and writer Debie Thomas wrote, and I paraphrase, too often we interpret these words of Jesus as being prescriptive. That he is telling people that this is what he does, and we read into it that this is what they should do as well. But Jesus is not prescribing. He is describing. These are the consequences of his coming into the world. These are the consequences of his preaching and teaching. These are the consequences of people accepting his word – or not. Division may not be his intent, but division is what happens.

            Yet even as I understand that Jesus was being descriptive instead of prescriptive that doesn’t make these words of division any easier for me to hear or to take to heart. When I hear these words speaking from scripture, I don’t want to stay as Brueggemann did. I don’t want to stay because they seem to fly in the face of the idea of unity that I have been taught all my life. We are to be one, unified, together, no matter what. No matter what our external differences may be, we are one. But Jesus was not talking about unity in these verses, was he? He was saying that the consequence of his coming, of his teaching and preaching, of him just existing, was not unity but division. The crowds around him were not joining hands and singing Kum Ba Yah. But that’s what I thought we were supposed to do! Right?! We are all just supposed to get along.

            But following Jesus, following the gospel can divide you from people that you love. It provokes a crisis in those who take it seriously. By crisis, I mean that point when you cannot unsee what you have seen. You cannot go back to where you were before. Following Jesus and taking the gospel seriously evokes cognitive dissonance – that tension between what is and what should be. The gospel makes me question what I know and see and understand because I get a glimpse of the difference and the distance between what is and what God wants. And sometimes in that crisis, in that cognitive dissonance, unity is not possible – not if it means unifying around what is contrary to the gospel. When I let the scripture speak, when I remember that Jesus’ words, these stories, these difficult, challenging texts are more than just words on a page, but a living gospel, I am disturbed and disrupted and definitely not at peace with myself. I am definitely not safe, and nothing about following Jesus feels easy or light. Maybe you feel the same.

I suspect that if we’ve been paying attention, we should already know this about our faith, about our call. We should already know the division that Jesus speaks of. We know that following Jesus doesn’t always win us friends. Speaking the truth in love doesn’t prevent rejection of that truth. Loving others as Jesus loved us does not make them love us back. Following Jesus means risk. Trusting that the message of the gospel is not just about ten easy steps to get to heaven but is instead a message of radical reversal. Following Jesus, letting the gospel speak is risky and challenging and scary. The gospel isn’t nice, and it isn’t easy, and it is not safe.

            But the gospel changes how we understand love, success, power and greatness, and preaching that gospel message might not bring people rushing to the pews on a Sunday morning.  But if we take Jesus’ words seriously, we do it anyway. We love anyway. We give anyway. We follow anyway; we risk anyway because being a disciple isn’t just about being nice. It’s rarely nice. It means change and pain and division and stress.  Jesus was stressed.  He was being squeezed and pressed and pushed and pulled. But he never wavered from the path to the cross. So as hard as it is to hear these difficult and challenging words, because they aren’t what we expect or want, we must hear them. We must take them seriously. Even if they make us pause and say, wait? What? Even though it causes great stress, we, in the words of the author of Hebrews, keep running the race before us. None of it is easy, but it was never meant to be easy. None of it is safe, but it was never meant to be safe. But we are called to keep running, to keep persevering, to keep following Jesus because following Jesus has never mattered more than it does right now. Following Jesus, letting the scripture speak, is what could make all the difference. And if there is a word of comfort in these difficult passages it comes from Hebrews. We are not the only ones who faced these challenges, who lived in this tension, who felt this squeezing stress. We are surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses, by all the faithful who persevered, never knowing where the race would take them. But they raced anyway. That is the good news. That is the gospel. Thanks be to God.

            Let all of God’s children say, “Alleluia.”

            Amen.

           

 

 

 



[i] Jason Edwards, The Christian Century, August 2025

Where Is Your Heart?

Luke 12:22-40

August 10, 2025

 

            I was a huge fan of the show Downtown Abbey. And when I say, “huge”, I mean HUGE! But my love of British period dramas did not begin with this show. When I was a kid, I used to watch Masterpiece Theatre with my parents and the show that they loved was Upstairs, Downstairs. Both Downtown Abbey and Upstairs, Downstairs told the intricate stories of all the occupants of grand houses. Both series told the stories of the family who lived upstairs; families who often had more titles and land than money. And the series told the stories of the servants who were the heart of the house, who kept the grand house running and functioning.

            One thing that the servants downstairs knew instinctively was that they had to be ready at a moment’s notice to take care of the needs of the family. These houses had routines, certainly, and the meals and other aspects of daily life were well-structured, but even with that structure and routine, the servants had to be ready at a moment’s notice for any surprises that might pop up, for any change in schedule that might occur. The undercurrent of their jobs was to be prepared and ready for whatever may come.

            This sounds a little like what we read in verses 35 through 38 of our passage from Luke’s gospel this morning. Jesus exhorts those who are listening to

“Be dressed for action and have your lamps lit; be like those who are waiting for their master to return from the wedding banquet, so that they may open the door for him as soon as he comes and knocks.”

Every biblical commentator that I have read in preparation to preach this passage has said the same thing about the phrase, “Be dressed for action.” While this sounds like the servants, the slaves who are waiting for their master should be in their daily uniforms – like the servants, the butler, the housekeeper, the housemaids and footmen, were always dressed in specific uniforms that spoke to their rank and type of service – what it really means, what it more literally means is “gird your loins.” In other words suit up and step up. You have to be ready. None of this is going to be easy. And if you’re prepared and ready, good. That’s what you are supposed to be. But Jesus goes on to finish these verses by saying,

“But know that if the owner of the house had known at what hour the thief was coming, he would not have let his house be broken into. You also must be ready, for the Son of Man is coming at an unexpected hour.”

When I read these words in preparation for today, I thought, “Oh great Apocalyptic imagery. Another reminder that God will come like a thief in the night and if we’re not ready, if we’re not hyper vigilant and toeing the line than we’ll be crushed like a bug under a boot.”

And I must admit that a tremor of dread ran through me, not just because I would have to find some way to preach these words, but because they make me afraid. Fear is my first response because these sound like scary, frightening words to me. They heighten the dread, that foreboding that many of us have about the coming of God into our lives. It’s not so much good news as it is that guy on the corner wearing a sandwich board shouting,

“Beware! The world is coming to an end.”

Zach used to try and get me to play his video games with him. These games were the kind where the characters were in a constant state of battle – generally battles that involved shooting zombies – trying to outwit the creatures of the dead walking toward them and stay alive. I am lousy at these kinds of games, one because I cannot figure out how to make my character walk straight much less shoot straight. I’m usually the guy that’s stuck either looking up at the sky or down at the ground, or I’m hitting the button that makes my character jump, so I’m just jumping randomly while looking at the sky or the ground. I am also terrible at these games because when I do face a zombie, I get panicked and I can’t think fast enough. The zombies get me before I even know what’s happening.

Whenever I read passages of scripture that are apocalyptic, even in a small way, I feel that same sort of panic rise in me. I’m not prepared. I’ll never be prepared. And if the Son of Man is supposed to come like a thief in the night, that must mean bad things. That must mean that God is the great punisher, the great destroyer, so I should be afraid. Because I know that I have not lived a perfect or blameless life. I know that I make mistakes all the time. I know that my heart is not where it should be. I put too much stock in earthly things and earthly comforts and earthly safety, which really isn’t safety at all, and it seems like a terrible irony that this passage begins with Jesus’ words about not worrying, not being afraid, because that is exactly what I’m doing. I’m worrying and I’m afraid and AAAAAAHHH!!!

It seems incongruous that Jesus words about not worrying are spoken in the same breath with these words about the coming of the Master, the coming of the Son of Man like a thief in the night. But maybe it isn’t so strange and dissonant as we might think on first reading.

If you go back to the beginning of this chapter, Jesus is speaking to crowds of thousands of people. And these thousands of people are probably not in the upper echelons of that society. These are most likely the people on the bottom rung of society’s ladder. They are the peasants and the laborers and those who struggle everyday just to get by. And from the beginning Jesus tells them not to be afraid, not to be afraid of the terrors of this world, not to be afraid of those who would seek to harm them, but to trust him. Jesus is speaking about the kingdom of God versus the kingdoms of this world. And really since Pentecost, that is what the lectionary is having us consider as well. What does it mean to be the church? What does it mean to live in the kingdoms of this world and yet trust that God’s kingdom is also in our midst? And so last Sunday, we read about the rich fool, who thought that as long as he had enough security in his life, who believed that if he had enough storehouses and enough put by that he would be well, that he would have plenty of time to eat, drink, and be merry. But death came for him that very night. What good did his storehouses and worldly security do then?

And then Jesus tells those who were still listening to not worry. Look at the lilies of the field and the ravens. The flowers are clothed more gloriously than even Solomon and the ravens are always fed even though they have no storehouses or barns. Don’t worry, Jesus tells them, about striving for these things because that is what the kingdoms of the world do. That is what the nations do. They strive after the worldly goods. But strive instead for the kingdom of God. Do not fear, little flock, because it is God’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom, the real kingdom, the true kingdom. So sell what you own and help others. Don’t make purses for treasure that can be stolen or destroyed. Seek the treasure that goes beyond anything humans can make. Focus your heart on what God gives, what the kingdom of God creates. Focus on that treasure, because whatever treasure you focus on, that is where your heart will be also.

And then just when I start to breathe again, and feel some comfort in these words, Jesus speaks the words that we began with this morning. Be ready for action. Gird your loins. Be prepared for when the master comes.

But before I have another panic attack, let’s look at what Jesus says about the master coming one more time. Does he say that when the master comes he will punish those who are not waiting, who are not ready? Not in these verses. What he does say is that when the master comes, he will invite the servants, the slaves, the lowly ones, the least ones, to sit at the table. The master will fasten his belt and have those who serve him sit at the table and eat. And he will serve them. He. Will. Serve. Them.

Those are extraordinary words. That is a complete and utter reversal of what we expect to happen. The servants are not called to be prepared so they can serve the master as soon as he walks through the door. They are to be prepared so the master can serve them, so they can sit at the table and be fed. That would not have happened in Downtown Abbey or Upstairs, Downstairs. But that is what will happen in the kingdom of God. That is what the church is called to emulate, to do, to be – a place where the least of these are as welcome at the table as those who rank higher in the kingdoms of this world. So, the question to us is, where are our hearts? Are they focused on the treasures that we create and build and hold fast? Or are our hearts focused on the treasures of God’s kingdom? The treasures of love and justice and peace?

I think the crux of this passage, the crux of this chapter, and really the heart of the entire gospel is that we are called to trust God more than we fear the world. We are called to trust in God’s promises more than we trust in what we can provide and build and store up. We are called to trust in the love and grace and peace of God embodied in Jesus more than we trust in even the best and wisest of leaders. We are called to trust God more than we fear. So maybe God coming like a thief in the night is not a reason for us to be afraid, but a reason for us to be hopeful, a reason for us to be glad.

I read a poem this week that I believe speaks to this expectant hope. This is Thief by Andrew King.

 

 

 

Break in, O holy thief.

Break into our guarded home.
Defeat the locks we fasten
against your love.

We brick the gates against justice.
We slam the doors to loving.
Our window drapes are heavy and pulled
to block the light of your peace.

O thief, break into our fortress.
Come while we doze in complacency.
Come while we sleep in our negligence.
Come while our eyes are closed to the world
that so needs us to change behaviour.

Break in.
Break in, and bring the poor in with you.
Break in, and bring the stranger.
Break in, and bring the challenges we fear,
the ones we would rather ignore.

Break in, O thief, break open these hearts
that should have invited you
long ago.

 

For where our treasure is, there our hearts will be also. Where are our hearts? Let all of God’s children say, “Alleluia.”

Amen.

 

Treasures

Luke 12:13-21

August 3, 2025

 

            Back in 2016 country artist, Brandy Clark, a favorite of ours, released the song, Broke, on her album, Big Day In a Small Town. If you haven’t heard this or any of her albums, I highly recommend them. The song, Broke, is what the title suggests, a song about being broke. The chorus is a classic. It goes: “We're broke, we're busted, our Chevy truck is rusted. We're high and dry, ain't enough apples for the apple pie. If we had a penny, we sure couldn't spare it; sitting on the porch drinking generic Coke. We're broke”

            Another line in the song confesses to the fact that because the folks described in the song are so very, very broke, they are secretly wishing that grandma would croak. That line always makes me think of movies where a rich patriarch or matriarch of a family dies, and all the other family members gather like sharks for the reading of the will. And you can see in their eyes and their mannerisms just how desperate and greedy they are for whatever riches might be in store for them. Perhaps they have also been secretly wishing that grandma would croak, so they can get their hands on some cash. And if grandma, or grandpa, doesn’t leave them what they expect, what they think they need or deserve, then all heck breaks loose. Family members turn on other family members. Children turn on parents, and siblings turn on siblings. It is a mess. It might be better to be broke.

            We don’t know the complete back story of the man who reaches out to Jesus from the crowd, but we do know that he wanted the rabbi to settle a dispute between him and his brother over an inheritance, so I think we could make some intelligent guesses as to what might have been going on. Clearly, these two brothers are in conflict over family wealth. The one brother decides to turn to a higher authority and comes out of the crowd and asks Jesus to settle the argument between them.  

            “Teacher, tell my brother to divide the family inheritance with me.”

            Moses might have agreed to do this, but Jesus will not be drawn into this kind of argument.

            “Friend, who set me to be a judge or arbitrator over you?”

            Be careful, Jesus tells him. Watch out for greed in all the ways it shows itself, whether it is over an inheritance or something else. Life is not about an abundance of possessions.

            If the story stopped right here we would have enough to talk about for a lifetime. This is a room filled with intelligent, thoughtful people, who combined bring lifetimes of experience and wisdom to the table. Every single one of us could preach an impromptu sermon on the dangers of materialism. We all know, at least intellectually, that in the end our possessions don’t mean as much as the people in our lives. We understand, whether we have experienced it or not, that possessions can be gone in the blink of the eye. Things wear out, break, and fall apart. Things can be stolen or lost or destroyed.

            Probably all of us know, as well, how hard it is not to be owned by our possessions. We may logically and intellectually realize that things we have don’t really matter, not in the long run. But we live in a world of things. We live in a culture that makes it seem that if we just own the right clothes, or goods, or toys, than we will be better people. We may not want to buy into the belief that our stuff gives us status, but we are all susceptible to it regardless.

            And even if I don’t believe that my stuff gives me status, I do hold onto things because of the memories that are attached to them. Things that my mom gave me, or my dad passed on to me, are treasures to me because they came from the people I love so dearly. I think I worry deep down that if I lose or let go of the thing I’ll lose the memory as well.

            But Jesus warns the people in this crowd then and those of us hearing these words now about greed and placing too much value on what we have and how much we have. As I said, if we stopped here, we would have enough to discuss and learn from for a lifetime. But Jesus doesn’t stop. Jesus goes on to tell a parable about a rich but foolish farmer. This farmer does not store up his grain as a stopgap for years when a plentiful harvest is just a memory. He focuses solely on himself. He is the only subject of his discourse. There is no discussion about sharing his harvest. He converses with his soul and assures his soul that he and it are okay. All is well. He has taken care of himself, so now he can relax, eat, drink, and be merry. But guess what? All is not well. That very night his life is demanded of him. And upon his death, what will happen to his stuff? What will happen to the treasure he has stored, to the things which he has prepared? Jesus ends by saying that is what happens to those “who store up treasures for themselves but are not rich toward God.”

            I guess I could just tell you, me, all of us, not to be greedy. Share what we have, and don’t put too much stock in our stuff. It fits. It works. It is important to remember. But I think there is more going on here than just greed. I there is more at work than a farmer wanting to keep his harvest for himself. So, let’s retell this parable in a new way.

            An executive, a professional, a professor, a manager, a pastor – you fill in the blank – made a good living, and she said to herself, “I will not only add money to my 401(k), but I will also start an IRA and diversify my portfolio. I will invest my money wisely and I will hedge my bets against the future. I will create my own security and ensure my life will be okay. My future is set.

            It seems to me that there are different kinds of greed. There is the kind of greed that is based solely on the idea that whoever has the most toys wins. But there is also the greed that is driven not by wanting more, but by fearing there isn’t enough. When I read this parable about the farmer, I didn’t see him just wanting to keep everything for himself because he is greedy. I see him trying to keep his wealth because he’s scared. He is trying to create his own security. He

stores up out of anxiety. He wants to know, to be guaranteed, that he will be okay. So, he stores up, stockpiles, and socks away to ensure just that. The tragic twist is that he and his future collide that very night.

            I think Jesus was not only warning about greed, about wanting more and more and more, he was also warning about the anxiety that fuels that endless desire. When we read the verses following the ones we read today, we’ll hear Jesus reiterate this. Don’t worry, he says. Don’t be anxious. All the material treasures in the world won’t keep you safe. So, do not worry about the riches that can bind you. Instead be rich toward God.

            But what does it mean to be rich toward God? Does that mean upping the amount we put in the offering plate each week? Does it mean giving away more because I trust God more than I trust myself? The answer to both questions is a resounding “Yes!” But I think there is even more to this than only giving away. I also wonder if Jesus is trying to make us understand what treasure really is. Maybe Jesus wants all who will hear to understand that the true treasure and the most significant way we can be rich toward God is to be rich toward others.

            I’m not talking only about charity, although there are plenty of people doing the hard and often thankless work of kindness that could use financial help. Our offering today for Presbyterian Disaster Assistance speaks to that. But I am also talking about the relationships we foster and the community that we cultivate. This week in my lectionary group, one of my colleagues stated that he thinks that a sad aspect of the parable Jesus told is that the farmer put off eating, drinking, and being merry. The farmer mistakenly believed that he could do that when he had enough, but because we have no clue as to what tomorrow will bring, we should enjoy life now. We should enjoy the good gift of God’s creation now. We should relish the beauty that God gives us, the abundance that God provides now. Stop thinking and planning and worrying only about the future if it costs you the present.

            Honestly, some of the best meals I have ever enjoyed had nothing to do with the food on my plate. They were about the people I shared those meals with. They were about the stories we told and the laughter we shared and the memories we made. If there was one blessing from Covid, from being in lockdown is that my family had more intentional meals together. Our daughter Caroline would come every few weeks, as long as we were all healthy, and we would eat together. We would sit outside on our deck and Brent would play his guitar and we would enjoy being together, and I have no memory of what I made or what we cooked. The treasure, the riches, were not about what we ate or what we owned, but about who we were with.

            And that kind of treasure doesn’t just come from the people we know and love. That treasure can be found standing in a checkout line and being kind to the person in front of you or behind you, better yet being kind to the person checking you out, or the people sitting on the curb out front asking for help. Being rich toward God means being rich toward God’s children, all God’s children. Being rich toward God means recognizing that the treasure we really need is already ours. Look around; the real treasure is sitting next to you, behind you, in the pews on the other side of the aisle. The treasure is waiting beyond these doors. Be rich toward God, be rich toward God’s children, and then we will have the treasure we seek. Thanks be to God.

            Let all of God’s children say, “Alleluia.” Amen.                               

Tuesday, July 29, 2025

By the Well -- Sermon Series

John 4:1-26

July 27, 2025

 

            In her book, Bird by Bird¸ Anne Lamott writes about writing. She writes about the process of writing, the love of writing, the stages of writing, the self-loathing and hating everything that you put on page stage of writing. Bird by Bird is a book by a writer for writers or wanna-be writers. Her goal, I think, was to help other people experience the deep, visceral joy that can come with writing – if you just allow yourself to write.

            Bird by Bird was my first introduction to Anne Lamott, and I have been a devotee ever since. I haven’t read all her books, but I’ve read a fair few, and Bird by Bird is one that I turn to repeatedly when I need a dose of inspiration and courage to face a blank page.

            One thing from this book that has stuck with me is her chapter about perfectionism. Perfectionism, and I’m paraphrasing her, kills creativity. Trying to make each sentence perfect from the very beginning will only make you frustrated and stymied and will eventually drive you away from writing anything. She counsels her readers to write a terrible first draft. Just put everything down on paper. Don’t worry about whether it’s good, or if every plot line makes sense, just get it down. The first draft is all about getting it down on paper. Then in the second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and maybe more, drafts, you perfect, you refine, you leave some things in, and you throw other bits away. The key is, she gently but firmly writes, is that you write that terrible first draft to get everything you are creating in any piece of writing onto the page. Don’t worry about it being perfect. Perfecting comes later. But trying to be perfect from the very beginning, trying to make everything just so, will only stop you from writing altogether. Perfectionism kills creativity.

            Sociologist and author, Brene Brown, also talks about the dangers of perfectionism. But she doesn’t limit it to writing, she describes how perfectionism kills our spirits, our souls. Trying to make ourselves perfect, our lives perfect, trying for the appearance of perfection, something that will never happen, not only kills our creativity, it makes life that much harder. Trying to be perfect is an illusion. And it drives us to depression, to self-medicating with food, drink, and other substances, and it keeps people from really seeing themselves honestly and vulnerably as well as seeing others through that same lens. Think about it, if we are constantly trying to be perfect and condemning ourselves for failing – which we do and will because perfection isn’t going to happen on this side of the veil – doesn’t that also translate to condemning and judging others for also failing to be perfect?

            Perfectionism is debilitating. It cripples our creativity and sets unrealistic and unhealthy expectations for ourselves and others. It prevents us from allowing ourselves to be vulnerable and it too often causes us to condemn vulnerability in other people.

            But then there is Jesus, who has the gift for seeing people as they truly are, their imperfections, their flaws, their foibles, their mistakes, and their misdeeds. Jesus sees the truth in other people and loves them anyway. If they need forgiveness and they want it, he forgives them. If they need to speak their name, he asks them to share it. If they need to know that they are loved just because they are a child of God, he makes that truth clear. If a person encountering Jesus needs hope or healing, he offers it. Jesus sees people as they truly are. He sees their heart, their hurt, their hope or lack thereof, and allows them to show themselves as they are to others, to the world.

            So we come to this story from John’s gospel about a Samaritan woman meeting Jesus by the well of Jacob, and Jesus seeing her as she is. I want us, if it is possible, to try and empty our minds of all the preconceived ideas we have about this story. Try, if you are able, to forget the ways that it has been interpreted or misinterpreted in the past. Because it has. Repeatedly. Both traditional interpretation and scholarship have speculated that the woman came to the well alone at the heat of the day and by herself because she was an outcast among her people. In fact, she is an outcast among outcasts. We learn from Jesus in later verses as to why she might be an outcast, but if we look at this text with open minds, with no preconceived notions, all we know about her so far is that she is a woman, a Samaritan, and that she came to draw her water from the well at noon.

            When she gets to the well, she is not alone. Jesus is there. We, the readers, know who Jesus is, but to this woman he is a stranger. But this stranger is thirsty – after all he is clearly traveling, and he must be hot and dusty and parched. So, Jesus, this stranger, asks her to give him a drink. We can assume that the Samaritan woman did just that, but she doesn’t do it without asking a question.

            “How is that you, a Jew, ask a drink of me, a woman of Samaria?”

            Jews and Samaritans were bitter enemies. That point was made clear in the story of holy ground that we read last week from Luke’s gospel about the Samaritan who helps a stranger on the road to Jericho. Although, Jews and the Samaritans were enemies, they shared a common ancestor in Jacob. And this well where Jesus was sitting and where the woman came to draw water was Jacob’s well. But religious, social, and cultural differences kept Jews and Samaritans apart for centuries.

            Jesus, when he spoke to this woman, when he asked her to give him water, and the fact that he was in Samaria at all, was crossing boundaries and lines that were not supposed to be crossed. He was a man alone speaking to a woman alone. He was a Jew speaking to a Samaritan. And the woman clearly understands all of this, which is why she asks the question of him.

            “How is that you, a Jew, ask a drink of me, a woman of Samaria?”

            Jesus responds in typical Johannine fashion.

            “If you knew the gift of God, and who it is that is saying to you, ‘Give me a drink,’ you would have asked him, and he would have given you living water.”

            The woman takes his words literally at first. You don’t have a bucket. How would you give me living water? Where would you get this water? Are you greater than our ancestor Jacob was? He gave this well to us.             But Jesus responds to her with a deeper meaning to his words. Everyone who drinks from this well will be thirsty again. But those who drink from the living water that I offer will never be thirsty. The water that I offer becomes a gushing spring of eternal life in those who drink it.

            The woman is still hearing him literally. Sir, please give me some of this water, so I don’t have to keep returning to this well; so I don’t have to keep carrying these heavy buckets back and forth. And then we come to the moment in the story when our preconceived notions about the woman kick in. Jesus tells her to go and call her husband and bring him back with her. But the woman tells him that she has no husband. And Jesus says to her,

            “You are right in saying, ‘I have no husband’; for you have had five husbands, and the one you have now is not your husband. What you have said is true!”

            And it is this one statement by Jesus, this one moment that has influenced interpretation of this story for centuries. This woman has had five husbands, and she is currently living with a man who is not her husband. That must mean that she is a fallen woman! That must mean that she is a terrible sinner and an outcast among outcasts. But does Jesus condemn her? Does he criticize? Or does he just state this as the facts of her life?

            In truth, this woman like any other woman in that time and context would have had no control over her marital status. It’s highly unlikely that she had any choice in her marriages. Husbands could divorce wives at the drop of a hat, but the reverse was not true. It’s quite possible that she was married to five brothers in secession, each one dying and passing her to the next brother – which was the law. There is nothing in the text to suggest that the man she was currently living with was there for anything other than protection. There’s a reason why widows and orphans are emphasized in scripture as needing special care. They were the most vulnerable in society. A woman needed a man, in some fashion, for protection.

            All we really know at this moment is that Jesus shows the woman that he knows her. He knows her life. He knows her story. And he lets her know that he knows without shame or criticism. Again, there is nothing in the text to suggest that he was shaming her.  As preacher and teacher, Fred Craddock, wrote,

            “All we know is that Jesus, as is his custom in John, reveals special knowledge of the individuals he encounters and alerts them that in meeting him they may encounter the transcendent.”

            Jesus did not shame this woman; he just spoke to her vulnerability. He spoke to her vulnerability, her lack of perfection, by first being vulnerable himself. He was alone and thirsty and in need. To get water, he had to ask for her help – a Jewish man asked for help from a Samaritan woman. That was vulnerable. And then without shame or criticism, Jesus lets this woman know that he sees her, really and truly sees her. He sees her past, he sees her present, and he sees who she truly is at heart. He sees her as the beloved child of God that she is. He sees her.

            Jesus sees this woman, and he tells her about living water that will quench the thirst in her soul. He tells her that worship will no longer be limited to a geographical place, and that salvation is coming through the Jewish people but ultimately all true worshippers will worship God in spirit and in truth. The woman confesses that she believes the Messiah is coming, and Jesus tells her, “I’m here.”

            Our reading today ends at this moment, but what the woman does next is remarkable and not often given the credit that she deserves. She leaves her water jar by the well, the jar of water that could only quench a physical thirst. She runs back to the city and tells everyone that they should come and see. Come and see this man who saw me. Can he be the Messiah? Which was her way of saying that he most definitely is the Messiah.

            This woman, with whom Jesus has the longest conversation recorded in John’s gospel, is also the first evangelist. She does what a true evangelist does, she tells people about her experience with God through Jesus. That’s what evangelism is, really. It’s proclaiming the good news not through intimidation or scare tactics but just telling others that you bumped into God and now everything is different because it turns out the ground you were standing on was holy, and you didn’t even know it.

            In this sermon series, we’ve considered that holy ground is where we discover our call. Holy ground is where we wrestle and struggle with God. Holy ground is ground where we show mercy or receive mercy from someone else, and holy ground is where we are seen. Holy ground is where we are seen for all that we are, good, bad, and otherwise. Holy ground is where we can let go of our need to appear perfect. Holy ground is where we are most vulnerable and loved unconditionally anyway. Holy ground is any place where we encounter God through unexpected intuition or unexpected people. Holy ground is the ground where God meets us just as we are, right we are, and calls us to see ourselves, each other, and the world through the eyes of love. And the more we can see through the eyes of love, the more we can see others – all others – as God sees, then the more we understand that every inch of ground, every foot, every meter, every acre, every topography, every place, everywhere is holy, and that makes all the difference. Thanks be to God.

            Let all of God’s children say, “Alleluia.”

            Amen.

           

           

 

Tuesday, July 22, 2025

Have Mercy -- July Sermon Series

Luke 10:25-37

July 20, 2025

           

            When I was in seminary, I was sitting with outside with some friends and classmates on a warm spring evening. We were talking about our next day of classes and someone remarked that  they needed to go and study because we had a test in Survey of the Bible the next day. I was going to do the same thing because I was also in that class, and I knew I needed to study. My friend, Ellen, was part of this group and when she heard that we had a quiz the next day, she said,  

“The test is tomorrow?! I thought it was next week.”

We assured her that it was indeed the next day. And with that assurance she was gone – back to her room to study in a panic. I went back to my apartment to do the same thing, regretting that I had taken any down time at all to sit with friends when I should have been home studying for the quiz the next day.

When I had chosen my classes for that semester, I was assured by other classmates that “Survey of the Bible” was a good choice for me because I had not really read the entire bible before, cover to cover. I’d read lots of portions of the bible, but I had never managed to read the whole thing straight. I remember trying many times when I was a kid, but the only bibles I had access to at that time were the King James Version, and I would always get bogged down in the “begats” in Genesis.

So, I was told that “Survey of the Bible” would be a great resource for me. It would teach me the arc of the whole of scripture, and yes, Elizabeth Achtemeier was a strict professor and her tests were hard, but she was fair and brilliant, and I would learn so much.

All the above is true. That class was a tremendous resource for me. I learned so much about scripture, and I was able to see the connections of the whole cannon in a way that I had not seen before. Dr. Achtemeier was brilliant and fair, but to say that her quizzes were hard was a profound example of understatement. Each quiz in that class was like having all my teeth removed without Novocain by a buffalo. And they relentlessly came every week for an entire semester. They were awful. You have no idea how similar the psalms are, or Paul’s letters are when you’re trying to identify them by chapter and verse. I dreaded those quizzes, but miraculously I scraped by with a passing grade. And I hoped and prayed that the adage attributed to Walker Percy, “You can make all A’s and still flunk life,” would be true in reverse in that I could barely pass this class and yet not flunk ministry in the long run.

Whenever I read about Jesus being tested by one of the religious elites, I remember the stomach churning trepidation I felt for those quizzes in “Survey of the Bible.” And I wonder if he also dreaded them or just got annoyed by their frequency; as in, “Oh brother, here comes another test. Do they every get tired of this? When are they going to realize they’re not going to get me, not this way anyway.”

That’s how our passage starts this morning, with another test. This story from Luke’s gospel  is so well-known and so familiar that it makes it hard to preach, because we all think that we already know it. It’s not just well known in churches and biblical circles; it’s well known in the culture. Nursing homes and rehab facilities are named after this good Samaritan. There are Good Samaritan laws to protect people who help strangers after accidents from unnecessary litigation. This story is so well-known that surely nothing about the Good Samaritan can surprise us anymore. But let’s dig in and see what we find.

As I said, it begins with a test. A lawyer, who would have been a professional of the Law of Moses, stood up to test Jesus. Jesus’ fame has been growing. Along with the original 12 disciples, he has just sent 70 followers out to spread the good news and to heal and preach in his name. On their return to him, they tell him that in his name even demons have submitted to them. Clearly, Jesus’ ministry is causing both a clamoring of joy from the growing crowds surrounding him and consternation among the religious professionals who view him as a threat. This lawyer is one of the latter.

He stands up to test Jesus, asking him what he must do to inherit eternal life. It is clear that the lawyer thinks he already knows the answer, but he wants to see what Jesus will say, looking to catch him blaspheming. But Jesus knows what he’s up to, and he turns the question back on the lawyer. What is written in the law? The lawyer quotes the Shema from Deuteronomy.

“You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your strength, and with all your mind, and your neighbor as yourself.”

Jesus responds that the lawyer has given the right answer. Just do this, follow these commands, and he will live. But the lawyer, knowing that he has not gotten to Jesus, pushes back, trying to justify himself, trying to save face.

“Okay, Jesus, but who is my neighbor?”

Another question. Another test. But Jesus does not answer the question. Instead, he tells a story about a man going down from Jerusalem to Jericho on a road known for its lurking danger. The danger proves real, and the man is robbed and beaten almost to death. His attackers leave him by the side of the road to die. Three people passed by. One was a priest, who sees the man and crosses to the other side of the road to avoid him. The second is a Levite, and he does the same thing. The third is a Samaritan.

Let’s pause for a moment and let me point out two things: Jesus never calls the Samaritan good. He just refers to him by his ethnic and cultural designation. He is a Samaritan. But just hearing that it was a Samaritan would have riled up the people around Jesus. They would have had many associations with that, and I doubt that any of them were good. The Samaritans were enemies of the Jews. The Jews were enemies of the Samaritans. No Jew would have considered the possibility of a Samaritan being good, and probably vice versa. But the Samaritan does not follow the lead of the first two men and cross to the other side of the road. The Samaritan was moved with pity and compassion for this man left to die. The Samaritan does not walk away from the man; he goes to him. He pours oil and wine on his wounds and bandages them. He puts the man on his own animal and brings him to an inn and cares for him there. The next day, when he must leave again, he gives the innkeeper money to continue taking care of the injured man, and he promises to give him whatever more he spends when he returns. Jesus ends the story here, but now he asks the crucial question, the test question that the lawyer probably dreaded as much as I dreaded my bible quizzes.

“Which of these three, do you think, was a neighbor to the man who fill into the hands of the robbers?”

“The one who showed him mercy.” “Go and do likewise.”

Jesus doesn’t answer the lawyer’s question, not really, not directly. He does not fall into the trap the lawyer set of trying to define neighbor because it seems to me that what the lawyer really wanted was for Jesus to define boundaries. Tell me who is my neighbor, Jesus, and more importantly who is not. Tell me who I must treat as neighbor and who I do not. Show me the boundary lines of neighborliness that I am allowed not to cross. But Jesus turns all of this on its head, as he always did, and essentially said, there are no boundaries. You are a good Jew, and in this story two good Jews, two religious professionals saw the man and kept on going. Others have tried to defend the Priest and the Levites’ actions by saying that the Law prohibited them from touching a potentially dead body and becoming unclean themselves. But Dr. Amy Jill-Levine, a renowned Jewish studies and New Testament scholar, debunks this saying that the Law always allowed people to come to the aid of a hurt person without risk of defilement. The Priest and the Levite could have helped. They chose not to. They messed up, just as anyone of any culture or place or time can mess up. They chose not to be a neighbor to the man on the side of the road. But to the shock of everyone listening, especially to the shock of that lawyer, a Samaritan stops and helps. A Samaritan cares for the injured man. A Samaritan binds up his wounds and puts him on his own animal and takes him to an inn and continues to care for him, continues to show mercy. Because of the Samaritan that road, that dangerous, treacherous road became holy ground. Because that’s where mercy was shown.

If you can make all A’s and still flunk life, then that lawyer was facing the distinct possibility of flunking life. He knew the law, but he couldn’t pass the test of mercy. And Jesus would not be caught in his trap of defining boundaries around neighbor. He would not be tripped up by a quiz that wanted him to say specifically who is a neighbor and who is not. He would not give the lawyer the benefit of thinking that he could leave some for dead and not others. Have mercy was his response. You want to know who is a neighbor. It is the one who has mercy, who shows mercy, who lives mercy. Have mercy. To be a neighbor is to have mercy. To recognize a neighbor is to recognize the one who has mercy, even if it’s the one you least expect. Dr. King said, and I paraphrase, that the Priest and the Levite both thought about what would happen to them if they acted, but the Samaritan thought about what would happen to the man if he didn’t act.

Have mercy. That’s the test. Maybe you dread it. Maybe you feel unprepared and ill-equipped. But that’s the test and to have mercy is the way you avoid flunking life. Have mercy. Recognize that the whole world is filled with neighbors and we are called to have mercy on them all. Have mercy just as God has mercy on us. And when you have mercy, when you show mercy, when you live mercy, you will be on holy ground.

Let all of God’s children say, “Alleluia.”

Amen.