Of Sheep and Shepherds

Fourth Sunday of Easter – Year B

April 26, 2015

John 10:11-18

"I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep. The hired hand, who is not the shepherd and does not own the sheep, sees the wolf coming and leaves the sheep and runs away—and the wolf snatches them and scatters them. The hired hand runs away because a hired hand does not care for the sheep. I am the good shepherd. I know my own and my own know me, just as the Father knows me and I know the Father. And I lay down my life for the sheep. I have other sheep that do not belong to this fold. I must bring them also, and they will listen to my voice. So there will be one flock, one shepherd. For this reason the Father loves me, because I lay down my life in order to take it up again. No one takes it from me, but I lay it down of my own accord. I have power to lay it down, and I have power to take it up again. I have received this command from my Father."

Today is Good Shepherd Sunday. The theme for our readings today is that of sheep and shepherds. So, we have listened to what is likely the most beloved chapter in the Bible: Psalm 23. If you're like me, it's one of the larger passages in the Bible that you have memorized. It's a passage I return to regularly to remind myself of God's presence with me in times of turmoil and despair, and to remind myself of how God has so richly blessed me. It would be impossible to count the number of times that Psalm has been read at the bedside of someone in the hospital, the number of times that it has been read at a funeral. It's words are full of comfort and promise. In it's words we find hope to cling to when we feel like all hope is lost.

Today is also the Fourth Sunday of Easter. In a little under a month we will be celebrating God's bestowing of the Holy Spirit on Pentecost. But, now we are in the midst of the celebration of Easter, the celebration of Jesus' incredible act of love for all of us. So, it might be a bit confusing as to why we have readings today that celebrate the shepherd and comfort the sheep. It might be a bit of a mystery, unless you looked at verse 11, where Jesus declares that the good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep. That is the reason why we read this passage in the season of Easter, why we celebrate Good Shepherd Sunday at this time.

Jesus is the good shepherd, the one who gave his life for the sheep. Through his death and resurrection we have all been set free. We have been set free so that we might have life through the good shepherd. One of the things that we don't get the full impression of in our English Bibles is the full meaning of the word we translate as good; as in the good shepherd. The Greek word is kalos, and it does mean good, but it goes beyond that, it carries with it the idea of 'model'. Jesus is the good shepherd, he is the model shepherd, who taught and demonstrated with his own life what it was the good shepherd does.

Jesus is the Good Shepherd, the model shepherd, our model. When we wish to be part of Jesus' flock we follow. I'm not sure how many of you have spent much time around sheep. But they are an interesting animal. One of the things that is most fascinating is how sheep need to be guided. With many animals, you gather them together, get behind them and beside them and coax them forward. Many animals are guided from behind. Not sheep. If you get behind sheep, and try to guide them from that position, they will do all they can to circle around and get behind you. Sheep, by nature are guided not from behind but from the front. Sheep do not take the lead, they follow the shepherd. And we sheep of the Good Shepherd cannot lead, we too must follow. We must follow the voice of the Shepherd. We listen for the voice, calling us, coaxing us, leading us, and we follow.

But, according to our text, it's not just us that hear the voice. In the middle of this passage we find verse 16, “I have other sheep that do not belong to this fold. I must bring them also, and they will listen to my voice. So there will be one flock, one shepherd.” This verse seems to me to be one we like to skip over, focusing instead on the image of the Good Shepherd. We don't really want to think about or contemplate those other sheep. Yet, Jesus says the Good Shepherd lays down his life for the sheep, not just his sheep, the sheep; which includes those other sheep.

So who are the other? In the context in which John's Gospel was written, it is clear that what is meant is Gentiles, non-Jewish folk. In the beginning, the people that followed Jesus as the risen Messiah were Jews. It was only after a few decades that the Gospel message began to be preached and shared with non-Jews. It was through the mission of the apostle Paul that the church grew dramatically in the Gentile lands. And it was at the time that John was writing his gospel that the church was most heavily embroiled in discussions and often heated arguments about whether or not it was right to include non-Jews within the fledgling Christian flock. Jesus' words were a reminder that there were other sheep that heard and listened to his voice outside of the Jewish flock. There were not separate flocks, there was one flock and one shepherd.

I'm a gentile. Chances are you are as well. The reality of the church today is that there is only a minority of people in the Christian church that can declare they are not Gentile. All of us are the 'other' that Jesus was speaking of, so you would think that the issue has been settled. Yet churches tend to spend a lot of time worrying about and trying to determine who is in the flock and who is not. “The Christian world is rather diverse, with thousands of different versions. Down through the ages attempts have been made to determine who is “orthodox” and who is not. But who gets to decide? If we say Jesus, which works for me, on what basis he decide? If you listen to “conservative” Christians, it’s the liberals who are beyond the pale. If you listen to liberals, it’s the conservatives who simply don’t get it. In other words, it’s my job to determine whether you fit my criteria of what it means to be a good Christian. It would seem that God dislikes the same people I dislike! And yet, there are those other sheep who belong to Jesus.”¹

There have always been people seen as other that Jesus saw as part of his flock. Think back to his time of teaching throughout Israel; how he spoke with the Samaritan woman who challenged his understanding of belonging. The tax collectors and others who were despised and looked down upon whom Jesus associated with and ate with. The stinky, unclean fishermen that he called to be his first disciples. The many women who seem to have been attracted to his words and ministry. And of course there are the blind, the lame, the sick, the possessed, the lepers who came to him from their places of exclusion and aloneness; came to Jesus and found not only healing but a place in the flock. Over and over again, we find that Jesus welcomed into his flock those that had been refused entry or acceptance and belonging in another flock because they were 'other'.

Who are the 'others' that are not here in our midst? Like most churches, we tend to look a lot alike, and have a shared cultural heritage, and when we have attempted to become more diverse racially and culturally we have discovered how difficult it can be to overcome those differences of background. Think about the differences of economic status, the differences of levels of education, the differences in our faith journeys that can keep us divided one from another. And we all hear the shepherd's voice.

One of the things that I have come to understand in life is that as important as our individual faith is, it is truly only possible to live it out when we are in community with one another; when we are the church. There has been a trend in Christianity over the last few generations to focus on the importance of our individual faith. We can thank our more theologically conservative sisters and brothers for this important refocusing on personal belief. There was a tendency to place greater emphasis on faith than on the church, in fact it was sometimes said (in reference to faith and attending a church) “just because you are in a garage doesn't make you a car.”

The focus became on the person' relationship with God. But, let me ask you, what is the singular form of sheep? If you have 100 cats, you have a single cat. If you have 100 geese, you have one goose. If you have 100 sheep, you have a single sheep, not shoop or shap, sheep. Is it possible to be a singular sheep, or is it that because we are sheep, we are meant to be in community with one another, meant to be together in a single flock, following the Good Shepherd despite our differences. Because, what makes the flock? It's not what we are, because different types of sheep, even different animals can come together and form a flock. No, the flock is not determined by its members, but by its listening for the voice of the shepherd.

It is the shepherd that defines us. Not the specific things we believe or don't believe about God. It's not whether we find God in organ music or rock and roll. It's not whether we are married, single, divorced, or widowed. It's not whether we wear pants or a skirt, whether we like heels or flats. It's not about whether we eat meat, or are vegan. It's not about how attractive or athletic we are. It's not about the people we are attracted to or are in a relationship with. It's not about whether we are men or women or somewhere in between. It's not the things that make us different that define us as part of the flock.

We can spend a lot of energy trying to sort out who’s in and who’s out in this world. We circle up our flocks with doctrine and belief systems and rules, we plant our signs, and we build our fences to shut out the not only the wolves, but also the sheep we fear will lead us astray. I wonder if we don’t spend so much time baa-ing to ourselves and at each other that we stop listening for the voice of the shepherd, who calls us to sacrifice and welcome, to presence and generosity, to humility and love. That voice calls us to remember who we are and whose we are; it calls us to attention, to following, to trust and not fear so that we may live and live life abundantly. And that voice reminds us, lest we forget, that we are not so very different from one another. We are just sheep…sheep belonging to one shepherd, one flock. Our time is fleeting, too short to spend fearful of one another, arguing points of difference rather than enjoying the living streams and bountiful pastures of this good life we have been given to share.

As followers, as seekers, as people on a journey of faith, we can agree on things. We can also disagree on things. We make mistakes. We do things that make the world a better place. We do things that make the world a little worse. We are part of a vast flock – unconditionally and undeniably enfolded in God’s love. So – let’s live out that love. Let’s give each other a break. Let’s live knowing that every person is worthwhile and every person is someone that is precious to God. May we flock to Jesus the Christ, and let our lives be about love: radical, abundant, courageous, sacrificial love. Let’s love God. Let’s love everyone. And let’s follow Jesus, the model shepherd, the Good Shepherd. Amen.

1http://www.bobcornwall.com/2015/04/one-flock-one-shepherd.html

Place at the Table

Third Sunday of Easter – Year B

April 19, 2015

Luke 24:36-48

Jesus himself stood among them and said to them, "Peace be with you." They were startled and terrified, and thought that they were seeing a ghost. He said to them, "Why are you frightened, and why do doubts arise in your hearts? Look at my hands and my feet; see that it is I myself. Touch me and see; for a ghost does not have flesh and bones as you see that I have." And when he had said this, he showed them his hands and his feet. While in their joy they were disbelieving and still wondering, he said to them, "Have you anything here to eat?" They gave him a piece of broiled fish, and he took it and ate in their presence. Then he said to them, "These are my words that I spoke to you while I was still with you — that everything written about me in the law of Moses, the prophets, and the psalms must be fulfilled." Then he opened their minds to understand the scriptures, and he said to them, "Thus it is written, that the Messiah is to suffer and to rise from the dead on the third day, and that repentance and forgiveness of sins is to be proclaimed in his name to all nations, beginning from Jerusalem. You are witnesses of these things."

One of my favorite movies that has a religious theme to it is Jesus of Montreal. It tells in a modern setting the story of Jesus, his time with his disciples, his teachings, and finally his death and resurrection. It's a powerful movie. I strongly recommend it, if you can find it. But, fair warning, it contains strong language and images some might find disturbing; it's not a movie for younger children or for people that are unable to see Jesus portrayed in ways that may challenge what we think about him and who he was.

One of the biblical themes that is part of the life of Jesus in the Bible that the movie does a wonderful job of presenting is the importance of food and eating in Jesus' ministry, theologians and scholars refer to it as his table fellowship. It's one of those things that we can easily look past, yet it has a tremendous power when we take the time to see it. Over the course of his ministry, Jesus spends a lot of time with food. His first miracle turned water into wine. He is famous for the feeding of the multitudes – 5,000 people in Luke's gospel, and 4,000 in Mark's. He was labeled a glutton by the religious elite, and criticized for eating with tax collectors and prostitutes. He eats with Pharisees and a sinful woman. He shares the Passover with his disciples, and institutes the Lord's Supper. Following his resurrection, he has a fish bake with his disciple's on the beach. It is in the breaking of bread that his disciple's recognize him. Throughout his ministry, Jesus offers a welcoming table and instructs his followers in the nature of hospitality with the words, “when you give a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, and the blind” (Luke 14:13).

For us, the act of eating with another person is something we look on as being fun. Having someone over for dinner, cooking out with friends, a pizza party for the kids. It's all about having a good time; it's hard, perhaps, to see the radical statement that was being made by Jesus when he sat down to eat with people. In Jesus' time, when you sat down to eat with someone, you were making a statement about your accepting them. A shared meal was a declaration of community. If you were the host of a meal, all those who were your guests were also under your protection. If you shared a meal, in a culture like Judaism where purity and cleanliness was of importance, all who ate together walked away from the table having shared not just food, but their purity. If one person was impure, then all of them became impure. To share a meal was to declare solidarity with another, to say, “you're all right with me.”

Jesus' ministry whether revolving around food or not, focused on opening up the table, inviting more and more people to the table, rather than seeking to keep people away from the table. On a regular basis in the church, we gather around our Lord's table, and recreate a meal he presided over. If the life of the church is to follow in the path of Jesus, in the practices of Jesus, then the invitation should be one of opening up the table, rather than seeking to limit who can join us for dinner.

Jesus came to knock down the walls that threaten to divide us, to widen the circle of inclusion, rather than to draw strict theological and moral lines in the sand to further divide us one from the other. This is not to say that Jesus had no standards, that Jesus was “fine” with everything. He spoke out strongly against divorce, and was very critical of those who neglected walking in God's ways of justice, mercy and faith. But, Jesus mission was not focused on telling people what was right or wrong, his mission was focused on opening up the Kingdom of God to more and more people.

Following his resurrection, when the disciples were gathered together in the upper room, terrified, unsure of what was going on, unsure of what was going to happen, Jesus came to them and said, “Peace be with you.” He shows them his hands and side, then to prove that that he was really alive and not a ghost, and anxious to resume his table fellowship with them, Jesus asks for food and eats a piece of fish with them.

Then Jesus speaks, “everything written about me in the law of Moses, the prophets, and the psalms must be fulfilled.” He opens their minds to the scriptures so they might understand that what was written has indeed come to pass. And with that change, “repentance and forgiveness of sins is to be proclaimed in his name to all nations”. All nations, you don't get much more open than that. Jesus didn't say, all nations except those crazy ones in the Middle East. He didn't say, all nations except those in the Axis of Evil. He didn't say, all nations except the ones we don't like. All nations.

And what makes a nation? People. People gathering together, coming together to live with one another, to share with one another the burdens and joys of life. This last week Hillary Clinton declared her candidacy for President. I think we can all remember her comment that, “It takes a village.” Now, this is not an endorsement of her presidency, but it is an endorsement of her comment.

From the very beginning, the Christian faith has been driven by more than one person, it has always been dependent on the village, on the gathered community of the faithful. On the evening of the very first Easter, the disciples gathered together to share their stories, their hopes and fears, the incredible experiences they had of the risen Christ. As soon as one of Jesus' followers experiences him, they go and tell others. Mary sees Jesus, and runs and tells. On the road to Emmaus the disciples encounter Jesus, and that very night they return to Jerusalem to share with the other disciples their experience. One experience after another, stories are shared, accounts are made, faith is found, encouraged and strengthened. As we have all come to see, resurrection is not so much a fact to be believed as it is an experience to be shared with others.

Faith does not grow and flourish in isolation. Jesus himself says as much when he declares, “where two or three have gathered together in my name, I am there in their midst.” (Matthew 18:20) Catholic theologian and all-around spiritual guide Henri Nouwen says it this way, “Christian community is the place where we keep the flame of hope alive among us … .That is how we dare to say that God is a God of love when we see death and destruction and agony all around us. We say it together. We affirm it in each other.”¹

It takes a village, it takes a community, it takes an open invitation to the table. It takes the experiences of others to open our eyes to see God active in our lives. It takes the faith journey of others to guide us in our own faith journey. In the ways in which the community of faithful people welcomes, accepts and affirms others, they experience the welcome, acceptance and affirmation of God. As the community opens up the table of God to others, they experience and come to know that God loves and accepts them in spite of who or what they are. As they experience that acceptance, they come to accept themselves. The acceptance and love they have experienced encourages them to also love and accept others. Through the open invitation to the table, through the welcome of the community, they discover that their value has already been determined by God, as priceless.

Faith is rarely easy. I don't think I need to go into detail about how challenging it can be to be a person of faith today, how challenging it can be to declare that our strength is found not in ourselves. It takes a village, a community, a crowded table for us to sustain, more than sustain, to support a thriving, growing faith. It takes a community to hold on to the faith that God is working to bring grace and peace and mercy and love and life to every life in the midst of all the suffering and heartbreak and cruelty and hypocrisy of this world.

Here at Zion, we have made a commitment to be a place of welcome to all people, to be a place where the openness and acceptance of God's Kingdom is not only proclaimed but lived out. In the words of our Open and Affirming statement, we declare our, “commitment to extend God's Extravagant Welcome to persons of every gender, age, race, nationality, ethnicity, sexual orientation, gender identity and expression, mental and physical ability, social and economic status, faith background, political and theological beliefs, marital standing and family structure.” That is the vision, the hope and promise that Jesus proclaimed in his welcoming to the table all who came seeking nourishment and community. It is a vision that when lived out will produce fruit.

There is plenty of space at God's table, there is more than enough space in God's Kingdom, the invitation is broad. May we stand ready as a community to reflect the welcome we have received, to reflect the love we have experienced, to declare that in this place we are family, we are a community, we are a village that can gather together, regardless of our differences. We can gather together to share our faith stories, our struggles, our triumphs, our experiences of the Risen One, and in so doing our faith, our community, will grow and be strengthened, and our hunger will be satisfied. Amen.

1Henri Nouwen, Finding my Way Home, 105

The Rules Have Changed

Easter Sunday – Year B

April 5, 2015

Mark 16:1-8
When the Sabbath was over, Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices, so that they might go and anoint him. And very early on the first day of the week, when the sun had risen, they went to the tomb. They had been saying to one another, "Who will roll away the stone for us from the entrance to the tomb?" When they looked up, they saw that the stone, which was very large, had already been rolled back. As they entered the tomb, they saw a young man, dressed in a white robe, sitting on the right side; and they were alarmed. But he said to them, "Do not be alarmed; you are looking for Jesus of Nazareth, who was crucified. He has been raised; he is not here. Look, there is the place they laid him. But go, tell his disciples and Peter that he is going ahead of you to Galilee; there you will see him, just as he told you." So they went out and fled from the tomb, for terror and amazement had seized them; and they said nothing to anyone, for they were afraid.

Death sucks. Pure and simple. Death sucks. Yesterday my dog, Luther, died. Last year Missy's dad died. If there is one thing that each and every one of us has in common other than being born, it's that death is a part of our lives. We lose friends, we lose spouses, we lose parents, we lose children, we lose pets. We suffer through loss, and we do the best we can to be there for those closest to us as they also grieve the loss of those they love. There is no way to sugarcoat it, no way to make the pain go away, death sucks. We all know it. How does the saying go? “There are only two sure things in life: death and taxes.” Death is one of those rules of life.

There are, what are sometimes called, 'the rules of the universe'. For example: when we throw a ball into the air, we expect that it is going to come back down. There's this thing called gravity, and we expect the ball to play according to the rules of gravity. What goes up, must come down. If you get a deep cut in your finger, you expect it to bleed. If you spin around in circles fast enough, you will get dizzy and maybe even fall down. As you get older, you expect to get bigger and stronger as you move into adulthood; then as you enter into older stages of life you expect your body to not work quite as well as it once did. There are expectations, rules that we expect to be followed, that go along with life and with death.

For the women in our Gospel text today, there were rules about death they expected to be followed. In first century Judaism, there wasn't agreement among the religious elite about what happened when you die. The Sadducees did not believe life went on after death. Life was life, death was death; when you died that was the end of the story. The Pharisees believed in resurrection, but for them resurrection was a part of the end times, the coming of the Messiah. At the end, when the Messiah came, God would create a new state of affairs in the space-time world, bringing about justice, overthrowing oppression and wickedness; God would raise the righteous to be the citizens of this new world. They expected a large-scale, simultaneous opening of the graves.

On that morning, the two Marys and Salome go to the tomb, understanding the rules. Dead is dead, and even if they believed as the Pharisees did in resurrection; there had been no opening of the graves; Abraham, Moses and David were not wandering the streets of Jerusalem. No, they went to the tomb that morning knowing the rules. Jesus was dead, and his body was lying on the cold stone of the grave table. They were dealing with the rules they knew. They had purchased spices to anoint the body, to try and keep the stink of the dead body from becoming overwhelming as it rotted in the grave. They were worried about being able to move the large stone that sealed the tomb. The last thing they were expecting was an empty tomb. It went against the rules.

Look at they way our gospel text from this morning ended: “So they went out and fled from the tomb, for terror and amazement had seized them; and they said nothing to anyone, for they were afraid.” Seriously, that's our gospel message of hope for Easter? Fleeing in terror? Happy Easter! Run!

Yet, that is exactly the way the writer of Mark's gospel ends his account. The verses that continue from this point were added on at a later point by someone who didn't like the way he ended his account. The account started pretty good though, it has a beginning we can understand, a beginning we could expect. The women go to the tomb, early in the morning, with their spices. Deep in grief, few words being exchanged, other than wondering about the stone, and likely a few words about how death sucks. They arrive at the tomb and are surprised to find the stone has been rolled away – what's happened? Was someone expecting them? Had another of Jesus' followers arrived ahead of them? Had the tomb been desecrated?

Yet, they go right in. Upon entering into the tomb, they encounter a young man dressed in white. Now they are alarmed. Now?!! A little late ladies! This is a story about dead bodies, taking place in a graveyard, with things happening that shouldn't have happened. If it was a movie, lot's of popcorn and pop would have been spilled all over the floor when the young man appeared. Alarmed?? I might have peed my robes. Then we hear the declaration, the words we may have memorized, the words we associate with Easter: “Do not be amazed, don't be alarmed; you are looking for Jesus of Nazareth, who was crucified. He has been raised; he is not here. Look, there is the place they laid him. But go, tell his disciples and Peter that he is going ahead of you to Galilee; there you will see him, just as he told you.”

Now, that's the Easter message we came this morning to hear, right! 'Do not be afraid, he is risen. He is not here.' That's the story we know, that's the comfort we seek, the hope we want to hear proclaimed. But, that's not the way the story ends in Mark. Even though they have seen the stone rolled away, even though they have seen the empty tomb, even though they have heard the declaration of the messenger dressed in white, even though they had been instructed to 'go and tell', in spite of all this, they fled from the tomb in terror and amazement, and they said nothing to anyone, for they were afraid.

Happy Easter! Seriously, is this any way to write a resurrection story? Is this any way to end an Easter proclamation?

But, if you have ever encountered death? And, who among us hasn't? If you have ever stood at an open grave gazing into the damp and dark earth, you know that two emotions are twisted up together inside of you: terror and amazement. And you also know how hard it is to talk about. How hard it is to share with another how the one who you love is dead, yet lives. Death sucks.

The women in our gospel text come to the tomb, knowing just that: death sucks. The spices they carried was the proof. They were not expecting a stone rolled away, an empty tomb; they lived in world where death was a sure thing, and the tombstone was the proof. They came perhaps to give Jesus the burial they thought he deserved, maybe they came to pay respects, maybe they came to share some final memories, maybe they came out of duty, maybe they came to try and make sense out of all that had happened in those crazy, chaotic last days. One thing, I'm sure is they didn't come expecting that all they had ever known about death had been turned on it's head. None of them came with the expectation of resurrection.

Why did you come this morning? Why did you come here, today on Easter? Did you come out of habit? Did you come out of duty? It's Sunday, it's Easter – it's what we do. If that's why you came, great! I'm fine with that. Maybe you came this morning to reconnect. Maybe you grew up in this church, or another, and have drifted away in the years since. Maybe you felt the church was a place you no longer felt welcome at. Maybe you came seeking to fill an emptiness, a need. Since Easter last year, life has changed for you. You lost a job, the love of your life died, a family member died, you or a loved one faced terrible illness. Maybe you came, hoping that the sights and sounds of Easter morning might fill the emptiness you feel. I'm okay with that, too. Maybe you came this morning to try and make peace with, to find answers for all the things happening in your life, and in the world.

I don't know why the women went to the tomb that morning, and I don't know why you came this morning. I don't know if you came this morning knowing that the rules you have lived by, the rules you have died by, have changed. Did you come this morning morning ready to hear that everything you thought you knew about life, everything you thought you knew about death was overturned in the night? Did you show up this morning ready to deal with the new reality that the rules have changed, that you have a resurrection coming?

“You are looking for Jesus of Nazareth, who was crucified. He has been raised; he is not here.” The grave is empty, and the rules aren't the rules anymore. In a world where death is the promise, and graves are the proof, there is a new promise in play, a new rule in effect; in the church we call it resurrection. Resurrection isn't just about some reward for a life you never had, but a restoration of the life you always wanted. Resurrection is the promise of God that the life you have always wanted, will one day be the life you will always have.

Easter is the confirmation, the proof, that God is able, and not just able, willing and desires to fix a broken world, and a broken you. Resurrection isn't just a nice sweet metaphor, a nice idea we can look toward; that's not what this is about. We are talking about the reality of hope. Not a vague hope, but the reality that death has no power to take you from the reach of God. Guilt cannot separate you from God. Whatever bad news you face is transformed by the news that you have a resurrection coming.

You who are aging, or facing an illness or disease; you don't have to live in fear of your health failing. You who are facing the reality that the love of your life didn't work out the way you had hoped, you don't have to live with that heartache. You, the parent whose child has wandered far from home, falling into the trap of drugs or depression, jail or death, you don't have to live with the blame or shame anymore. You anxious about your job, your retirement, about food prices, and gas prices, about terrorists or the threat of war, you don't have to be anxious anymore. You lonely, walking alone through the dark valleys, seeking and hoping to find that lasting love, that sacrificial love that we all hope for; I want all of you to hear the promise of God this morning: the rules have changed, you have a resurrection coming.

There is a new reality at loose in the world, it is called the risen spirit of Christ. Where once the promise of death was a gravestone, now the promise of life is a new reality. No event in your life can imprison you. Wherever you are in this journey of life, you have a resurrection coming.

The women left the tomb terrified and amazed, and said nothing to anyone. But they were not alone. There is one other person who has heard. There is one other person who has seen. There is one other person who journeyed with Jesus, hearing his words, experiencing his miracles. There is one other who heard his predictions of death and resurrection. There is one other person who experienced his betrayal and crucifixion. There is one other who sees the empty tomb, and heard the command to, 'go and tell.'

Do you know who that is? It is you, it is I. The story didn't end on that first Easter Sunday, with the women fleeing terrified and amazed. Someone told. Someone told about the new reality that had been set loose in the world. Someone, in spite of their terror and amazement, someone told, someone shared, 'he is not here, he is risen', and because of that there is a new reality in the world, the rules have changed, and you have a resurrection coming.

Friends, we all of us have a resurrection coming. Go and tell; if not you, then who? If not now, then when? Go and tell. The rules have changed. Christ is risen, Christ is risen indeed. Hallelujah! Amen.  

Of Kingdoms and Palms

Palm Sunday – Year B

March 29, 2015

Mark 11:1-11

When they were approaching Jerusalem, at Bethphage and Bethany, near the Mount of Olives, he sent two of his disciples and said to them, "Go into the village ahead of you, and immediately as you enter it, you will find tied there a colt that has never been ridden; untie it and bring it. If anyone says to you, 'Why are you doing this?' just say this, 'The Lord needs it and will send it back here immediately.'" They went away and found a colt tied near a door, outside in the street. As they were untying it, some of the bystanders said to them, "What are you doing, untying the colt?" They told them what Jesus had said; and they allowed them to take it. Then they brought the colt to Jesus and threw their cloaks on it; and he sat on it. Many people spread their cloaks on the road, and others spread leafy branches that they had cut in the fields. Then those who went ahead and those who followed were shouting,

    "Hosanna!
    Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord!
    Blessed is the coming kingdom of our ancestor David!
    Hosanna in the highest heaven!"

Then he entered Jerusalem and went into the temple; and when he had looked around at everything, as it was already late, he went out to Bethany with the twelve.

The journey of Lent is almost over. Today, we remember Jesus' entrance into Jerusalem. We celebrate that day with a parade; shouts of Hosanna! and the waving of palms will fill many a sanctuary this morning. Looking back through our memories, I'm sure all of us can remember different Palm Sunday parades and reenactments from our time in the church in previous years. What do you remember?

For me, probably the strongest memory of a Palm Sunday parade was the one I saw when I was visiting my parents in Papua New Guinea. It was during the time when my father was teaching at Logaweng Seminary, and the reenactment was put on by the students and their families. I remember a true parade. We walked all around the grounds of the seminary, slowly making our way to the church. I remember palms everywhere. (Of course, getting palms in New Guinea didn't require any cost, you just needed to have a knife to cut one from one of the plants growing everywhere.) I remember the blankets that were being draped on the ground. But, what is probably the strongest memory is of the two students who dressed up together to become the donkey that Jesus rode upon. It was the funniest looking donkey I have ever seen, but at the same time it was the most awesome one ever. A smile still comes to my face when I think of it.

As I have been reflecting and working on this week's message, I've been thinking about the way we approach today. Palm Sunday is a day that is often full of pomp and ceremony. There are few hymns that empowers a church more than 'All Glory Laud and Honor'. We imagine Jesus riding triumphantly into Jerusalem, the crowds of people gathering, throwing their clothes on the ground, cutting palms from nearby plants, shouting cries of welcome and praise. It's a powerful image, but is it the one that Jesus was seeking? What was his purpose in making the entrance he did into Jerusalem on that day?

One of the things I've come to realize is just how much of what happened was probably carefully planned out by Jesus, rather than being a chance event. Jesus chose the path, and entrance he took. There were other ways of going into Jerusalem; there were other roads, other gates to pass through. He chose this one. He sought out the colt, he may have even made arrangements for it ahead of time. Sure, the cries of the crowd seem to have happened without coaxing, but Jesus carefully orchestrated everything that happened up to that point. So, what was the point he was trying to make?

The people who wrote the stories we have in the Bible were great about putting lots of information in, but they were also great about leaving stuff out. Some of it was stuff they didn't think was important, some of it was information and details they just assumed everyone knew. Here, Mark doesn't tell us something, because he assumes that all of his readers know it. It was the time of Passover. Faithful Jews were flooding into the city from all over the region, and the Romans who were in control of the city were on high alert.

One of the traditions that the Romans had at Passover was to demonstrate their power to the Jews, to ensure that all those gathered to remember the overthrowing of the Egyptians years before wouldn't use Passover as an opportunity to try and overthrow their current oppressors. So, on the other side of Jerusalem, from the west, as Jesus entered from the east, Pilate also made his entrance. He made his entrance likely riding upon a warhorse, a giant of an animal, saddled in fine leather and maybe even trimmed with gold. He would have been surrounded by troops, row upon row of cavalry and soldiers. His entrance would have been heralded by trumpets. His entrance declared the worldly power of Rome. On the other side of town, Jesus makes his entrance. Seated upon a colt, saddled with blankets. Surrounded not by soldiers, but by children. Heralded not by trumpets, but voices. Jesus' entrance was a declaration about the Kingdom of God.

Jesus' entrance is a powerful piece of political and cultural satire. “...Jesus lampoons the “powers that be” and their pretensions to glory and dominion, and he enacts an alternative to their way of domination. Riding on the colt, his feet possibly dragging on the ground, Jesus comes not as one who lords his authority over others, but as one who humbly rejects domination. He comes not with pomp and wealth, but as one who identified with the poor. He comes not as a mighty warrior, but as one who is vulnerable and refuses to rely on violence. Jesus here takes the role of jester, who enacts in a humorous, disorienting way a totally different understanding of “rule” and invites people to see and live in the world in a new way.”¹

Palm Sunday is a celebration of Jesus' entry into Jerusalem, but it is also a time to remind ourselves that Jesus' way is not the way of the world; that Jesus' words and actions were often in opposition to the powers of the world. Jesus' message was truly subversive. And the church that models itself after him should also be subversive. Unfortunately, in far too many ways and places the church has lost its subversive edge and become indistinguishable from the world in which it lives. We are to live in the world, but not be a part of it. So, how have we come to be so comfortable in it? When was the last time you felt yourself threatened because you declared yourself a follower of Jesus? The church began as a counter-cultural declaration that God's ways are not the ways of the world, we were a model of non-conformity, yet today the church conforms itself to the secular world as it seeks “success”. Churches have become like the very temple where Jesus overturned the tables, with bookstores and cafeterias, play spaces for children. We would likely rarely call ourselves subversive, if anything, we would seek to avoid the label of being radical or subversive.

With the exception of the Quakers and Menonnites, it's the rare church that can claim to be antiwar. When our country goes to war, it is all too often the churches that are loudest voices of support. The church that clings to pacificism will quickly find itself in the crosshairs of the community. War is good business, and we glorify it and it's fighters. Where do we find the church that lives by Jesus' words to Peter that we put away the sword, that we turn the other cheek?

Churches throughout our country have soup kitchens, send money to groups of all kinds to support the poor that surround us; but where is the church that challenges the very economic system that creates poverty? Christians run for public office on a declaration of faith, then fight against raising wages to a livable level. Do we truly want to help the poor, or make ourselves feel good about helping those with less than us – while doing nothing to truly solve why they have less?

Our society desires conformity, can the church become a place where nonconformity, where doubt and questions are allowed? Can we admire and support our President, but hate their decisions? “What if a follower of Jesus objects to the assassination of notorious terrorists without trial by jury? What if one no longer believes in hell but is afraid to say so in church?”² The church has unfortunately become a place where if you do not agree with the majority, you are escorted to an exit. Crowds at Harvard booed when it was suggested that they pray for Richard Nixon during his presidency; Billy Graham was booed by many (all-white) churches in the South when he announced he would no longer preach to segregated audiences. How dare the church be a place where we cannot find our own attitudes and biases being echoed from the pulpit?

On a day almost 2000 years ago, Jesus entered into Jerusalem riding on a colt, declaring himself as other than Pilate, as other than the powers of the world. The kingdom he was announcing was different, it was run according to different rules, it sought to subvert the world that was. Jesus' declaration of difference did not come to an end with the rise of the power of the church in society, it has simply been drowned out and watered down. We are still called to be a place that offers a new way, a different way, a counter-cultural message that practices non-violence, radical hospitality, reckless generosity, an extravagant welcome to all God's children.

We are called to preach the good news to the world, and if our good news is not heard as bad news by the powers that be, then we must look again at the message we are preaching. Rather than fighting about the doctrines of the church, arguing about which theological perspective is correct or “more biblical”, let's get out there and follow in the steps of Jesus and show the world how different we are.

It will be messy, chaotic, and full of energy as we seek to find ways to love God and neighbor in this time and place. “We will come together from many different places and traditions to tell our story in a place where people consider listening to be one of the sacraments. The only thing we'll have in common is the desire to follow Jesus and then trust in the power of grace to save us. Wherever his spirit leads us we will go, and if that means doing subversive things for the cause of love, then so be it. If it means throwing a stone, like David, against the Goliath that is fear and hatred, then so be it. We have never been asked to calculate the chances of success and then make a decision. We have only been asked to do what is right, what is merciful, what is just.”³

Grab your palms, join the parade, declare yourself to be a citizen of God's kingdom, rather than that of the world. Climb on your colt, rather than sitting upon the mighty steed. Be led by the cries of children, rather than the beating of profit or sword. Raise your voice against the voices of the world, and cry out, “Hosanna! Hosanna in the highest!” Amen.

1p. 157, Feasting on the Word, Year B Volume 2, edited by Bartlett and Taylor, WJK Press

2p.215, The Underground Church, by Robin Meyers, pub. by Josey-Bass

3p. 247, The Underground Church, by Robin Meyers, pub. by Josey-Bass

Waiting in Line

Second Sunday in Lent – Year B

March 1, 2015

Mark 8:31-38

Then he began to teach them that the Son of Man must undergo great suffering, and be rejected by the elders, the chief priests, and the scribes, and be killed, and after three days rise again. He said all this quite openly. And Peter took him aside and began to rebuke him. But turning and looking at his disciples, he rebuked Peter and said, "Get behind me, Satan! For you are setting your mind not on divine things but on human things."

He called the crowd with his disciples, and said to them, "If any want to become my followers, let them deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me. For those who want to save their life will lose it, and those who lose their life for my sake, and for the sake of the gospel, will save it. For what will it profit them to gain the whole world and forfeit their life? Indeed, what can they give in return for their life? Those who are ashamed of me and of my words in this adulterous and sinful generation, of them the Son of Man will also be ashamed when he comes in the glory of his Father with the holy angels."

One of the things I find myself doing a lot is waiting in lines of one kind or another. When I go shopping, I end up standing in line waiting to check out. When I go to the bank, I wait in line for a teller. When I go to a fast food restaurant, I wait in line; whether it's inside or outside in the drive through. You go to the doctor, and you essentially wait in line to be called. Just about everywhere you go, if there are more than a few people, chances are you are going to have to wait in a line of some kind.

There are people who find waiting in line to be very difficult. I think you know the kind of person I'm talking about, and maybe you're even one of them. They stand there anxiously moving around, looking around to see if there is a way to move faster, they sigh and complain about the speed of service. If someone up front has a question or a problem, they are likely to loudly make a comment of some kind. Then there are people who make waiting an art form. They seem to be able to calmly wait forever; with a smile on their face, waiting patiently for their turn.

In recent years it almost seems as if waiting in line has become an event in and of itself. People show up and wait in line for days if not weeks to see the newest movie. I think we can all remember the lines a few years a go for the new Star Wars movies and the Lord of the Rings trilogy. People waited patiently for days and days in order to get their hands on the newest iPhone and iPad. When the amusement park puts in their newest attraction, people will wait in line for hours to have a chance to ride it. What is most interesting about those lines, is that people are rarely grumpy, people are rarely grumble and complain; they tend to be laughing and smiling, having a good time. Why? Because they are so looking forward to what happens at the end of the waiting. The waiting is worth it.

The Jewish people had been waiting for the Messiah for a long time, waiting because they felt it was going to be worth it. There were many ideas about the coming of the Messiah that the Jewish people believed, including: Jerusalem and the temple were going to be the focal point of life when the Messiah came, the Holy Land would be restored to be like Eden's garden, the ground would be recharged with life and crops and plants would grow in abundance. In addition, the expectation was for the Messiah to come, claim the throne of Israel, reign as King, and from that position of power destroy all of Israel's enemies and bestow upon the nation all the blessings of God. No wonder the Jewish people were looking forward to the Messiah with expectation and hope.

And then Jesus, who many thought was the Messiah, announces that must suffer greatly, be rejected by the leaders of the temple, be killed and rise again. That was not the Messiah people were looking for, that was not what a Messiah was supposed to do. The Messiah was supposed to triumph over their enemies, not be killed by them. No wonder then that Peter took Jesus aside to challenge him, to rebuke him, likely to remind Jesus what the Messiah was and wasn't supposed to do.

I find that I'm often a lot like Peter, and not just in this situation. Peter plays the role of the 'every man' often in the gospels. He's the one who professes faith, yet finds it hard to declare his faith before the cock crows. He's the one who seeks to believe, and climbs out of the safety of the boat to walk in faith, yet when it gets difficult, his faith crumbles. He's the one who in anger strikes out to defend Jesus. He's me, and he's likely you. Here, he has a problem because who Jesus is doesn't fit nicely with who he wants Jesus to be. I'm like that sometimes, too.

Jesus tells us to love our enemies. But, that's hard to do, and there are often times when I don't want to. Jesus tells us to turn the other cheek when we are attacked. I want to lash out. Jesus tells us to place the needs of others ahead of our own, why would I want to do that? Sometimes I want to cry out, “Jesus, why can't you be like I want you to be? Why can't you want what I want? Why!?” My cry is probably the same cry that Peter had. How does Jesus respond to Peter?

“Get behind me, Satan!” Strong words. It's important to remember that in Greek (in which this text was originally written), Satan was not necessarily the red-skinned, pointy-tailed, pitchfork-bearing ruler of hell we tend to associate with that word. It was a word that also meant adversary or challenger. So, Jesus may not have declaring the Peter was possessed by the devil, but that he had taken on the persona of an adversary or challenger to what Jesus was saying. He was, as Jesus says, wanting his own dreams for the Messiah to be fulfilled, and was placing himself in opposition to what Jesus was instead declaring to be his mission.

“Get behind me!” When I hear those words, my mind goes back to those lines I began this sermon with. Standing in line at school, and someone cuts in line, “Get behind me!” I think that it is in this way that Jesus also used these words to Peter. “Get back in line!” “Step back into formation!” “Get back in step!” Jesus is looking at Peter and seeking to bring him back onto the Way, the path of Jesus, the steps that the Messiah was in fact going to walk. “Walk in my ways, Peter, not in yours.” “Walk in my ways, Erik, not in yours.”

It's a reminder I need. I need to be reminded that I cannot create God in the image I want. When I ask, “What Would Jesus Do?”, I can't convince myself that Jesus will do what I want. When I hear someone say, “What Would Jesus Do?” I remind myself of what the writer Mick Mooney wrote a few months ago:

Once upon a time, a mother made her son a wristband. On it was written: WWJD?This, of course stood for: "What Would Jesus Do?" She instructed her son to look at the wristband before making decisions on how to live his Christian life.

A week later she was shocked to see that her son had become friends with prostitutes, was hanging out with 'sinners' -- even buying people who were already drunk yet another round of beers!

Worse still, he had walked into their church the previous Sunday and tore down the book store, overturned the tables and threw the cash register through the window, he then made a whip and chased the pastor out of the building, declaring he was turning God's house into a den of thieves.

Most shocking was what happened when his mother went to picket the local abortion clinic. To her embarrassment, her son was also there, but he was standing with the women who just had an abortion, and yelled at the protesters: "You who are without sin, throw the first stone!"

The mother was very distressed, but fortunately she found a solution to this terrible problem. She made another wristband, this time it read: WWAPD? This, she explained to her son, stood for: "What Would A Pharisee Do?" She took the old WWJD? wristband and burned it.

Since her son has been wearing the new wristband, looking at it to help him make his decisions, he has become a dedicated tither, a public prayer warrior, an active condemner of 'sinners,' a passionate defender of the Old Covenant law, and has a great reputation as a godly young man amongst other religious people.

Needless to say, the mother is very happy now. She only wishes Jesus would take notice and follow her son's good example.¹

As Christians, we are called to seek to live our lives in such a way that they are in line with the life of the one we claim as Messiah. We are called to follow, to be 'behind' him. It's not an easy calling. If we had to do it ourselves, we would never be able to do it. But, we are not alone. Jesus may walk ahead of us, showing us the way; but, Jesus also walks beside and behind us, guiding us, strengthening us, carrying us when necessary. We are strengthened in our moments of weakness. We are enlightened in our times of darkness. We are guided in those times when we are lost. We are refueled when our tanks are empty. Today we gather around our Savior's table, and receive fuel for our journey.

In Communion we receive real food, real drink, ordinary stuff made from wheat and grapes. Simple things that point to an eternal truth, a memorial of Jesus' act of complete and total love, and service. A celebration and remembrance of his life, his love, and his final act of love on the cross. In Communion we are reminded of the mission of the Messiah, and how through him death no longer has power to destroy… that God's grace is greater than sin and darkness. The Eucharist, first shared by Jesus with his disciples on the night of his betrayal, shared with us so that we might live more fully here in this world, walking the path he first walked for us.

Today, our God offers a gift to feed us. Our Savior longs to be our refreshment, our food for the difficult, beautiful journey of life to which God calls us. When we gather around our Lord's table, we are getting behind God and looking to God to empower us to take up the cross of faith and follow. May it also be our food to help us together to become more fully the voice, the heart, the hands and feet of Christ for our families, for our neighborhood and for our world today! Amen

1http://www.huffingtonpost.com/mick-mooney/wwjd-what-would-jesus-do-_b_6010114.html

Jesus Comes Out

Fifth Sunday after Epiphany – Year B

February 8, 2015

Mark 1: 29-39

As soon as they left the synagogue, they entered the house of Simon and Andrew, with James and John. Now Simon's mother-in-law was in bed with a fever, and they told him about her at once. He came and took her by the hand and lifted her up. Then the fever left her, and she began to serve them.

That evening, at sundown, they brought to him all who were sick or possessed with demons. And the whole city was gathered around the door. And he cured many who were sick with various diseases, and cast out many demons; and he would not permit the demons to speak, because they knew him. In the morning, while it was still very dark, he got up and went out to a deserted place, and there he prayed. And Simon and his companions hunted for him. When they found him, they said to him, "Everyone is searching for you." He answered, "Let us go on to the neighboring towns, so that I may proclaim the message there also; for that is what I came out to do." And he went throughout Galilee, proclaiming the message in their synagogues and casting out demons.

Who is your best friend? Who is the person that you can confide anything and everything to? Who is that someone that you can trust with your biggest and most-hidden secret? All of us have someone like that. Maybe it's a close friend. Maybe it's our spouse. Maybe it's our diary or journal. Hopefully, we can trust God with our innermost thoughts and secrets that we are not likely to share with anyone else. When I was younger, I remember grabbing one of my close friends, taking them aside and whispering in their ear, “Don't tell anyone, but...”

We all have secrets. We all have things about ourselves that we do our best to keep private. There are things about ourselves and things about our families that we are either ashamed of, or afraid of how people might react if they knew the truth. For many years, if a young girl happened to get pregnant she would disappear, shipped off to a family member in another part of the state for a few months. Then, she would return just as mysteriously. Her pregnancy and birth a matter of knowledge known only to a select few. There was a time when victims of rape and domestic violence were forced to keep their mouths shut, hide what had happened to them. We all have secrets. That dad had lost his job was hidden from the kids and neighbors for as long as possible. That little Johnny couldn't read or write because he was dyslexic, that was also hidden. When Jane was born with misshapen legs, she was sent off to a home to live, and never spoken of again. I had a friend who was born with 6 toes on each foot. It took years for him to be able to wear sandals in public, he was so worried about what people would think if they saw his feet.

We all have secrets. Some of the secrets we have are secrets because we are ashamed of them. Some of them are because we are unsure of how people might treat us if they knew. And some of them are secrets we keep for our own safety. Such as the secrets that were kept during World War II. Thousands of Jewish children were sheltered and hidden in closets and attics throughout Europe. Kept secret to keep them alive, hidden from the searches of the Nazi soldiers. If the child were found, not only would the child disappear, but likely also the entire family who hid the child. We keep secrets for all kinds of reasons.

When we read the Bible, especially Mark's gospel it seems like Jesus had a secret or two as well. Over and over again, we find Jesus performing a miracle or healing, then telling those around him not to tell anyone what he has done. Theologians refer to this as the Messianic Secret. There are several different ideas put forward as to why Jesus wanted his actions and identity kept secret. Some people say that Jesus didn't want to be confused with a purely political messiah; others that Jesus wanted the focus to be on his message, not on him; others say it was a story-telling tool, used to show how the message of Jesus could not be kept silent – even when commanded by Jesus himself.

In our Gospel lesson today, we see a version of the Messianic Secret. We see Jesus performing miracles, his identity being recognized by demons, and Jesus not permitting the demons to speak and identify who he was. Jesus didn't want to come out about who he was, at least not yet.

The unfortunate reality is that once you know something about someone you tend to think about them according to what you know. You find out your neighbor was in prison, and that becomes how you think of them. Your coworker shares that she was a college cheerleader, and the way you interact with her changes. Your brother reveals to you that he is gay, and the way you joke around with him changes. The demons declare Jesus to be the Messiah, and the way the crowds listen to Jesus change.

There were many different ideas as to what kind of a mission the Messiah was going to have among the Jewish people. But, the idea that had the greatest number of followers was the one that said the Messiah was to be the king who would unite Israel against their foes, leading them in glorious battle, freeing them from the cruel hands of those who had occupied their lands and controlled their lives for generations. Jesus' message of peace, love and forgiveness would have had a hard time being heard against the clamor of voices calling to destroy Rome and remove the gentiles from Israel.

In our passage Jesus declares that his mission was to proclaim the message. So, we must look and see what the message Jesus came to declare was. One of the aspects of Mark is that he combines both word and action when he speaks of Jesus proclaiming his message. It's like the saying, “Preach the gospel at all times, and when necessary use words.” Jesus' message “includes his exorcisms, healings, and legal controversies. It involves all the ways in which he makes God’s reign (or “kingdom,” as traditionally translated) known and observable. His preaching activity, the full range of his public ministry, is performative and effective: it demonstrates what God’s reign looks like, and it has real effects as it delivers people, heals people, restores people to community, forgives people, and speaks truth to power.”¹

Although Jesus' ministry of healing, his announcements of freedom from oppression were a part of who he was, a part of the message he was sent to proclaim, Jesus knew that if he allowed the crowds that followed him to dictate what he was going to do, the proverbial train would jump off the tracks. It was necessary for him to be in control, for him to reveal what he felt comfortable revealing.

When things got a little too hectic, a little too crazy, when the voices of the crowds shouting and crowding around him, demanding of him to be who they wanted him to be, Jesus sought a place of safety. He looked for a place where he could spend time with God in prayer, a place where he could be himself without the pressures of the crowd. I think that is a wonderful image for the church. What would it be like if the church became a place of refuge, where you could be who you are, who God created you to be, without having to live up to the hopes and expectations of those around you?

You are a naturally shy person, but your life requires you to interact with people on a daily basis at work. What if church gave you the space you need, to be alone, to be surrounded by people, but not forced to interact? You are the victim of domestic violence, and bare on your face the signs of that abuse. What if church gave you a place where you didn't have to hide, where you didn't have to worry about people blaming you, where you could find the support you need to get out of a dangerous place? You are a teenager who is bullied. Every day you go to school, alert every second , terrified of what might happen when you are at your locker, or walking in the halls. What if church was a place where you could leave your fears at the door, if you could find support and love you need, if you could hear the message that you are loved just as you are?

The church is called to set people free from the things that limit and bind them. But, it must go beyond simply setting a person free. What if the church was a place that not only freed you from the things that limited you, but freed you for something? Not just from, but for. That is the challenge that we in the church must face, we have all been freed for something. God has set us free to from sin and death, and all that binds and limits us; and God has called all of us to do something. What have you been freed from, and what have you been freed for?

Look to how our text began, with Simon's mother-in-law sick and in bed. Jesus comes to her, heals her, and she rises to serve. She was freed from illness to serve the needs of those around her. That too is what we have been freed for. We have all been freed so that we might serve, that we might give of ourselves to assist those around us who are in need, to set them free from the things that keep them from living whole and full lives. Whether that need is physical, emotional, spiritual or any other numerous ways in which need presents itself, God has freed us from what hinders us so that we might free others, and in freeing others we might serve our risen God. When we do so, we are following in the path of Jesus himself.

Throughout his ministry Jesus often refers to his own life in terms of servanthood, and to the life of servanthood to which he called his disciples. Jesus, though he was God incarnate, did not use that reality to rule over others, but lowered himself and took the role of servant again and again. His life was one lived not for himself, but for others.

For most people in today’s world the motto of “live for yourself” reigns. Jesus’ message and life were in constant opposition to that claim. His crucifixion as the servant without limit placed an exclamation point on that fact. The way in which Jesus defined his kingship defy human logic. His call to follow in his footsteps, to work for his Kingdom is heard by all the faithful.

In our text, Jesus does what he is called to do, he works to free people from the bondage under which they suffer, and in so doing frees them to be able to free and serve others. Jesus comes out as the Messiah in his terms, not in the way others may have wanted, not in the actions some may have demanded of him, but as the holy one of God, the one sent to be the servant-King of all creation. May we have the courage and grace to create a place where all people may be set free from the things that bid them, and be set free so they may themselves set others free to live as the people God created them to be. Amen.

1http://www.workingpreacher.org/preaching.aspx?commentary_id=2344