Monday, August 18, 2014

Scraps of Faith

Tenth Sunday after Pentecost - Proper 15 – Year A
August 17, 2014
Matthew 15:10-28
Then he called the crowd to him and said to them, "Listen and understand: it is not what goes into the mouth that defiles a person, but it is what comes out of the mouth that defiles." Then the disciples approached and said to him, "Do you know that the Pharisees took offense when they heard what you said?" He answered, "Every plant that my heavenly Father has not planted will be uprooted. Let them alone; they are blind guides of the blind. And if one blind person guides another, both will fall into a pit." But Peter said to him, "Explain this parable to us." Then he said, "Are you also still without understanding? Do you not see that whatever goes into the mouth enters the stomach, and goes out into the sewer? But what comes out of the mouth proceeds from the heart, and this is what defiles. For out of the heart come evil intentions, murder, adultery, fornication, theft, false witness, slander. These are what defile a person, but to eat with unwashed hands does not defile."
Jesus left that place and went away to the district of Tyre and Sidon. Just then a Canaanite woman from that region came out and started shouting, "Have mercy on me, Lord, Son of David; my daughter is tormented by a demon." But he did not answer her at all. And his disciples came and urged him, saying, "Send her away, for she keeps shouting after us." He answered, "I was sent only to the lost sheep of the house of Israel." But she came and knelt before him, saying, "Lord, help me." He answered, "It is not fair to take the children's food and throw it to the dogs." She said, "Yes, Lord, yet even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their masters' table." Then Jesus answered her, "Woman, great is your faith! Let it be done for you as you wish." And her daughter was healed instantly.

Over the last month and a bit, our house has been quite chaotic. Sure, some of it has been outside of our control. But, some of it was our choice. We have a new animal in our house. Thalie, a now nearly 4 month old boxer mix. She's a delight to have around most of the time; but, she has definitely not made our lives any easier. We've forgotten how much work it is to have a puppy, especially a hyperactive, crazy, shoe and food obsessed one. I've given up trying to count the number of shoes she's either destroyed, tried to destroy or been stopped just at the moment when she was stealing the shoe. I've lost several pair, so has Missy. Our girls have had a few destroyed as well. Puppies can be expensive!

And it's not just shoes she wants to eat. It's pretty much everything. I have never before seen a dog that is so single-mindedly focused on food. When she thinks there is food or anything that is remotely edible coming in her direction she's unstoppable. Try to drag her away from a food dish. On the moments when she has dashed out our door, or through the open gate of our fence, we have been able to bring her back simply by shaking her food bowl.

Growing up, our family didn't have a dog as a pet until I was in high school, and by then I was in boarding school, so I didn't see that dog often. It wasn't until Missy and I got married that I finally had a dog. It's been a new experience for me. I've learned a great deal over the last 10 years that Luther has been a part of our family. Much of my prior experience with dogs came from visiting friends who had dogs.

When I was in New Guinea, dogs were all around. You couldn't really avoid seeing them just about everywhere; but they weren't pets the way we think of pets. Dogs were pretty much scavengers that hung around humans so they could get the stuff the humans let them have, the stuff that fell on the floor, the waste that we as humans are so good at creating. I vividly remember dogs following groups of people around, waiting for them to drop something. I remember seeing dogs gathering just outside the circle of people eating their communal meals. I remember the brave dog here and there that would would make a wild dash into the circle to grab a hunk of meat that wasn't being watched closely enough. Dogs being chased away with sticks and stones, shouts and raised hands. That's the image I have in my mind as I come to this text where Jesus is talking about dogs and scraps and faith. Not the image of the family pet, but the roaming scavenger, more of a nuisance than anything else.

This is one of those texts that can make us squirm; not so much because of the message that the text brings, but the way in which it seems to portray Jesus. What are we supposed to do with that? How are we to treat the words and behavior of Jesus? So often when we look at this passage we have sought ways to interpret it so that Jesus doesn't really say what he says. He was testing the woman. He was testing the disciples. Why? Why not just accept the fact that in this moment, in this text, Jesus was a bit of a jerk and actually meant what he said?

One of the claims, one of the beliefs of traditional Christianity is that Jesus as the Son of God and son of Mary, was fully God and fully human. We tend to emphasize the part that says he was fully God, though. The fully human part is sort of scary, and we don't know what to do about it. The part that makes sure the party keeps going with new wine, the part that cries when his friend dies, the part that gets angry and throws tables around, cracks whips at people. That part makes us uneasy. In this moment, in this text, I think we see Jesus get caught with his god-pants down, and his human side on full display.

As a human, Jesus was well aware of who this Canaanite woman was. The Canaanites were the people who had lived in the Promised Land before the Israelites had crossed the river. They had lived among the Jewish people ever since, part of the population, but not really. A lot like the Native Americans here in the United States, they were here first, then we came and claimed the land as ours. We know they are there, but for many of us, we can live most of our lives choosing to ignore them. The Jewish folk knew what the scriptures said, they knew they were the chosen people, they knew God had promised them this land. So, they lived accordingly. The promise was theirs, no one elses – that meant this Canaanite woman was essentially worthless. To top it off, she was a woman, that made her worthlessness even more worthless in the eyes of the 1st Century.

Jesus responded as any good Jewish man in the 1st Century would have responded: first, he ignored her. Then, when he could no longer ignore her, he reminded her of her place in society. And she responds by reminding Jesus of who he is. Back and forth they go, and Jesus comes to see that this woman, this Canaanite woman, this worthless person had worth, and was worth paying attention to, was worth blessing, was worth bestowing grace upon. Jewish culture and practice would have taught and said to avoid the Canaanite woman, to not waste your time with them (they are “dogs” after all). Yet, it is in the place where tradition said not to go that faith is found.

As human beings we tend to like things we know and recognize. If we are at a potluck, we tend to pick out the items we've had in the past, the things we can recognize. We tend to stay away from the things that look strange and different. Now, put a list of ingredients next to the pot, and as long as the ingredients aren't foreign, we will probably give it a try. But, what if you were at a potluck where nothing was labeled, and everything looked different? How many of us would go home hungry, unwilling to take a spoonful of that green stuff? Sticking our tongues out at the stuff covered in that sticky, thick white cream?

We tend to steer away from things that seem foreign, unclean, strange, different. We tend to react negatively to those that are not from our area. We hear an accent and we know that they are different. We look to the color of their skin, the types of clothes they are wearing and almost immediately know they are not from around here. There have been numerous times when I was in Europe that without my having once opened my mouth to say a thing, someone would ask me where I was from in the United States. They just knew I was different.

Differentness isn't bad. Each and every one of us is different from everyone one else. Different is good. But, differentness can cause us to act badly. This last week we watched the drama that unfolded in Ferguson, MO following the tragic shooting of a young man by the police. It brought to light the tremendous differences that still exist in many parts of our country. And those differences caused the crowds and police, the public and the news pundits to react in often different ways. A seemingly peaceful protest was responded to by 70 heavily armed officers in full riot gear; rubber bullets and tear gas responded to chants and signs. The crowds were predominantly African-American, the police- all white. Differences took sides, and stared each other down. Who was at fault? When we encounter differences, what do we usually do? We chose sides, and often the sides we end up choosing look a lot like us. Jesus did too, at first. It seemed like the right thing to do. It was the popular thing to do. It was the thing the disciples and those around him wanted him to do. Yet, when Jesus listened to the woman, when he stopped allowing the differences to be chasms, he found a deep and profound faith that recognized and declared him as Lord, Son of God, and Master. She wasn't a Jew, yet she received blessing. She was worthless, yet she was found to be of worth. She was supposed to have no faith, yet her faith was found to be great.

Most of us as Christians come from non-Jewish, Gentile stock. According to Scripture, the blessings we receive from God are the scraps that fall off the table. So, this text is good news for us. God is more concerned about our faith, than our family tree. But, this text is so much more than good news for us Gentiles, it's a lesson, a warning to all of us in the church about how we understand hospitality and faithfulness. How often have we been caught with our 'Christian pants' down? How often have we said or heard – or, sadly, implied – that someone like 'that' would not be comfortable worshiping here? “What church has not paid far more attention to 'washing hands' than to cleansing hearts? What Christian has not claimed religious tradition as an excuse to act in a way far from the heart of Christ?”1

What would it mean for us as the church, for us as individual people of faith, to allow the words of the Canaanite woman to challenge us to go into the places where we assume there will be no faith, to reach out to the people that the world has cast aside as worthless? What would it mean for us to let go of traditions, about the things we've always done, and instead listen to the voices and cries of those that tradition and culture have labeled as “unclean” or “unwanted”? What would it mean if instead of seeing the “worthless dogs” scurrying around at the edges of our lives as scavengers who take from our pot, we were to see them as future members of our family, as fellow children of God seeking to be blessed?

This text is not easy. I'm not even totally sure that Jesus wasn't giving his disciples or the woman a test. But, Matthew includes this story in his Gospel for a reason. And no matter the basis for Jesus' sharp and harsh words, Matthew cites them to remind the church, to remind each and every one of us, that we should always rejoice that “God's love and promise for Israel is fulfilled in the life, death, and resurrection of Jesus. Those of Gentile stock, adopted into this covenant tradition, need never forget this, and never tire in giving thanks that, in Jesus, God's covenant promises stretches out”2 further than we can see and wider than we think: as far and wide as Jesus' arms reached out on the cross to embrace the whole of creation. How's your reach, how far have you stretched out your arms lately? Amen.


1p. 358, Feasting on the Word, Year A Volume 3 edited by Bartlett and Brown Taylor, WJK Press 2011

2p. 360, Feasting on the Word, Year A Volume 3 edited by Bartlett and Brown Taylor, WJK Press 2011

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Holding On

Eighth Sunday after Pentecost - Proper 13 - Year A
August 3, 2014
Genesis 32:22-31

The same night he got up and took his two wives, his two maids, and his eleven children, and crossed the ford of the Jabbok. He took them and sent them across the stream, and likewise everything that he had. Jacob was left alone; and a man wrestled with him until daybreak. When the man saw that he did not prevail against Jacob, he struck him on the hip socket; and Jacob's hip was put out of joint as he wrestled with him. Then he said, "Let me go, for the day is breaking." But Jacob said, "I will not let you go, unless you bless me." So he said to him, "What is your name?" And he said, "Jacob." Then the man said, "You shall no longer be called Jacob, but Israel, for you have striven with God and with humans, and have prevailed." Then Jacob asked him, "Please tell me your name." But he said, "Why is it that you ask my name?" And there he blessed him. So Jacob called the place Peniel, saying, "For I have seen God face to face, and yet my life is preserved." The sun rose upon him as he passed Penuel, limping because of his hip.

A Note: A week ago my daughter suffered a tragic accident and had several of her fingers severely damaged.  We have yet to know if she will be able to retain a reattached finger tip.When I was in Seminary, my preaching professor told us that we needed to be always aware of who our sermons were for. We needed to preach the sermons our congregations needed to hear; not the sermons we wanted to hear, or the sermons we wanted to preach. Today, I'm breaking that rule. Today, this one's for me.

For the last few summers one of the television shows that has returned every year is American Ninja Warrior. The show is basically a competition where the contestants compete against one another to finish an obstacle course that contains often ridiculous tests of strength, endurance, balance, and agility. The one thing that I have noticed is a shared trait among a great majority of the tests is the necessity to hold on. Sometimes it's holding on to a swinging rope. Sometimes it's holding on to hanging bars. Sometimes it's hanging on to the top corner of a wall. The slightest slip, the weakening of the grip, and you fall and are eliminated from the competition. It's sort of like the chin-up contests we had in elementary school where whoever hung on the longest wins.

I was pretty good at those hanging contests; of course, I was a skinny kid, nothing but skin and bones, so there wasn't that much to hold up. When I think back on my childhood, there were a fair amount of times when I had to hang on. Climbing the neighbor's tree, I had to hang on more times than I can remember as my feet slipped on a branch. When I was racing BMX in high school, I gripped the handles of the bike as a launched into the air; now in those situations, I wasn't always successful at holding on, and I've got some scars here and there as proof of my inability to do so.

Of course, holding on, grasping for a secure hold, isn't just a physical thing, it's also a part of other parts of our lives. In school, how often did we struggle to grasp a new idea, a new concept? I remember struggling to memorize lines for a play, I remember grasping for answers on tests. Struggling and grasping for things seems to be a part of our lives. Sometimes, it seems as if life itself can be a struggle.

Here in the United States, most of us don't have to struggle for our daily lives, but in other parts of the world that isn't the case. In the last week we have been hearing and reading the reports out of Israel and Palestine, how the people there are struggling to live as bombs and rockets explode around them. West Africa is currently being hit by the worst outbreak of Ebola in years, hundreds of people have died after contracting the disease. Around the world there are literally millions of people who struggle to survive each and every day. Struggling to find food and clean water. Struggling to find ways to provide for themselves and their families. Struggling each and every day in ways we might not even be able to imagine in the face of situations and events beyond their control.

When things happen that we do not understand, when things happen that are beyond our control, when things happen that are both tragic or joyous, we can often struggle. Why? Why did this wonderful thing happen to me when others are so much more needy? Why did this terrible thing happen to me? Why did dad die? Why cancer? Why injury? Why her? We struggle, we seek answers, we shout out our struggles to God in prayer, in promises, in pleas. Sometimes we may even struggle with God, wrestle with God.

I think all of us have wrestled with God at some point in our lives. Maybe we've wrestled about things that have happened; things that have not happened. Perhaps we've wrestled about a decision we are making; what is God asking us, provoking us, prompting us to do? I've wrestled with God about what is right, what is wrong. I've wrestled with God over understanding verses and passages in the Bible. I've wrestled with God about things I've done and not done. I've wrestled.

One of the things about our passage from Genesis that I like is that it's not really clear who started the wrestling match. Maybe it was God, maybe it was Jacob. Maybe our struggles with God started with God coming at us, challenging us on something. Maybe our struggles started with us coming at God, challenging God, challenging what has happened, what we think the Bible says, what we understand God's will to be. The thing is, it doesn't really matter where the struggle originated, what matters is that the struggle happens.

When we encounter a problem, a struggle, an obstacle of any kind, there are two options that we have: take it on, or not. When God and us engage in a struggle of any kind, we can either enter into the fray, get into the struggle, wrestle; or we can go in the other direction: run away, avoid, deny. If you look at the story we have, we find Jacob and God wrestling all night, there is no apparent victor. Neither one gives up, neither one overcomes the other; yet, in our text God declares, “you have striven with God and with humans, and have prevailed.” Some texts say 'won'. No winner that we can see, yet Jacob is seen as a victor of sorts. Why?

Because he didn't give up. He didn't walk away. Jacob wrestles with God in the dark of the night. We too wrestle with God in the dark times of our lives. We grasp and struggle, sometimes not even sure what it is we are holding on to. Yet, we struggle on and that is the key. And just as with Jacob who strove through the night into the bright light of a new day, we too when we struggle, when we hold on to God through our darkest moment will after the long dark night enter into a new and bright shining day.

Wrestling, struggling, holding on is the key. The thing about wrestling, the thing about struggling is that it's something you cannot do alone. Do your best, try to wrestle all by yourself. You can't. You either wrestle with yourself, or an opponent. You cannot wrestle alone. And in this life we are never alone. God is there. Sometimes walking beside us, sometimes carrying us, sometimes wrestling with us. God is always there holding on to us, from the day we take our first breath, from our 'borning cry' as the song says, until we breathe our very last. God is present, God is with us.



We are never alone. In the midst of our darkest moments. In those times when we struggle to understand, when we struggle to find peace, when we are unsure what or even if we believe, God is there. God is there holding on to us, asking us to hold on as well. Hold on for all we've got. Hold on and struggle. Hold on when we don't know if we've got the strength. Hold on when we don't know how long the night will be. Hold on when we feel we can go no longer, when we feel our hip, our legs go out beneath us. Hold on to God, because God is holding on to you. Hold on to God and you will come through the dark night and enter into a new day, a new beginning, and we will be able to claim with joy the name God has given to all of us: beloved child of God. Amen.