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2 July 2006
Proper 8 (13) & Christian Citizenship Sunday
Sermon: ``Inconvenient Truths''
Megan M. Ramer

2 Samuel 1:1, 17-27
Psalm 30
2 Corinthians 8:7-15
Mark 5:21-43

I'm going to ask you to pull out your Bibles this morning.
You'll find a few copies under your seats.
Mark 5:21-43
If you can't find it, peek over your neighbor's shoulder and copy what they're doing.
I know, it's strange pulling out our Bibles together during a worship serviceç
Something we did regularly in my Goshen Indiana church growing up
where going to church without my Bible would have felt a little like going to church without any clothes on.

Let's start by looking at the last half of verse 24ç
What an amazing story of courageous reaching out on the part of this woman.
As you assuredly know or could guess this woman touching Jesus would have been supremely inappropriate.
Because of her bleeding, she would have been ritually unclean for the past 12 years!
Socially, she is presumably outcast she seems to be in a public place unaccompanied.
Unlike Simon's mother-in-law, or Jairus' daughter,
this women is not identified by male kin which makes her status uncertain.
Neither, incidentally, is she identified by name; which makes her non-status rather certain.
Likely she has been outcast from family as well, leaving her no status:
no room in the temple,
no room in society,
no room in a family.
Her perpetual impurity or uncleanness would also render anyone unclean who dared touch herçor even worse: anyone
she dared touch!
Touching a man without his consent in her condition would have violated both social code and religious law.
But this women without name or status
does reach out.
She reaches out from the crowd to graze the hem of the Great Teacher's cloak.
And instantly she is healed.
Mary Ann Tolbert, Prof. at Pacific School of Religion in Berkeley notes that
``her healing occurs completely at her own initiative.''
And moreover, she notes, ``Jesus takes no active part whatsoever in her healing,
confirming the truth of his later statement that
her faith has made her well.''
Not
him .
Her faith makes her well.

Indeed, look again at verse 30:
Jesus knows at the instant she touches him and is healed that
someone has touched him.
He knows because he became ``immediately aware that power had gone forth from him.''
Jesus feels power leaving his body, seemingly without his conscious decision or his permission.
Jesus asks who touched him.
The disciples think him a bit crazy because
as any of you who have been in the general admission, standing section of a sell-out concert knows
there may be upwards of 30 people all touching him at the same time
in what sounds like a throng of reaching, grabbing, excitable people.
I have long admired this woman's boldness in seeking her own healing,
in, I think, the only biblical healing story we have in which healing comes
through Jesus
but not
from Jesus.

I've always appreciated what Jesus
could have done in this story but didn't:
He could have publicly shamed her,
he could have reinforced the purity codes by ritually purifying himself,
made unclean by her touch,
Out of fear of her power,
he could have chastised her for draining his power without his consent.

In preparation for this morning, something new stuck out to me:
Jesus
does do something in this storyç
something so simple, it has escaped my attention.
He stops.
He stops.
He turns around.
He takes the time to find her,
to look her in the eyes,
to ask her her story look in verse 33 she tells him ``the whole truth.''
And he listens presumably
maybe the first person to have listened to her in more than a decade.
Compared with the ``many physicians'' under whom she had ``endured much'' (verse 26),
Jesus the Physician demonstrates impeccable bedside manner
stopping, turning, seeking her out and listening to her.
And finally, Jesus calls her ``daughter'',
thereby restoring her fully to the community.
Without kin of any kind,
a physical healing would NOT have constituted a complete restoration.
In claiming her as his kin, Jesus offers her the last piece in the puzzle
familial and therefore societal status.

Now, let's look at the buns of this little healing story sandwich.
You surely noticed that this story is completely surrounded by another story entirely,
seemingly unrelated:
the story of Jairus' daughter.
In vss 21-24, Jesus responds to a request from a synagogue leader by the name of Jairus.
Then the story of the bleeding woman.
And then back to Jairus' daughter in verse 35 to the end of the chapter.
I said that these two sandwiched narratives are seemingly unrelated,
but that's not really the truth at all.
It doesn't take a biblical scholar to see some pretty obvious connections,
or ways in which the two stories might be in conversation with one another.
In fact, both Matthew and Luke chose to keep these two stories together in their versions of the gospel story.
One of my favorite connections is the demonstration of Jesus' healing ministry
at the extremes of the social margins:
a wealthy, powerful synagogue leader of great religious and social import
and a ritually unclean woman of no status.
Jesus often ministers at the margins, but here:
Jesus extends both to the ``lowliest'' and to the ``noblest'' the healing power of the Creator,
thereby, I think, challenging the very concepts of
lowly and noble ,
at the very least in the sight of God,
and at the most, in social and religious structures on earth as it is in heavenç


In preparation for this morning,
something new stuck out to me regarding this sandwiched narrative:
the interruption.
Not only does the story of the bleeding woman narratively interrupt the story of Jairus' daughter in our present-day version of the gospel of Mark.
Presumably, the encounter with the bleeding woman interrupted Jesus' journey toward the home of Jairus.
This comes back to what struck me about the bleeding woman story:
Jesus stops.
He is on his way to Jairus' home when interrupted, and he stops.
Jesus could have kept walking.
When he feels the power leave him, I think he could have kept going.
And I'm guessing that it's more than just curiosity that stopped and turned him around.
I think Jesus chooses in this moment to be attentive to the full humanity of the situation.
He refuses to allow this healing encounter to remain anonymous.
He demonstrates a willingness to be present to the moment, despite his other plans.
He disallows this exchange of power to merely have been an interruption to his ministry
He stops, he turns,
thereby elevating this seeming interruption to the full status of his ministry.
The encounter with the bleeding woman is not simply an interruption,
it is his ministry.

I have asked each of you who have joined CCMC as members in the last months
whether or not you affirm your baptismal vow to walk in the way of Jesus Christ.
From our sandwiched narrative this morning, an inconvenient truth emerges:
to walk in the way of Jesus Christ is to know the interruptions of life
as our task.
To walk in the way of Jesus Christ is to know the interruptions of life as our task.
It is to know the interruptions of life as the inbreaking of the Holy Spirit,
not simply a stall in the ``real'' task of living.
When a lone, anonymous woman courageously reaches out to graze the hem of the Great Teacher's cloak,
Jesus feels an internal shift.
And in that moment he makes a decision.
He could have pretended it didn't happen.
Instead, he alters his path, his plan, his mission, his timing, his expectations.
He stops, he turns he listens,
and gives himself over to the transformative inbreaking of the Holy Spirit
we might be inclined to call it interruptionç
I'm going for ``the transformative inbreaking of the Holy Spirit.''
An inconvenient truth, indeed.

Now, many of you are probably aware that I'm shamelessly swiping that label
from Al Gore's new documentary on global-warming.
The truth revealed in the documentary is inconvenient because it requires change;
significant change on the part of viewers, receivers and observers of that truth,
all of us, reallyç
What many of you are unaware of is that I'm also shamelessly swiping from Liz Dyrst.
On the verge of another July 4
th , alternatively labeled ``Inter-dependence Day'',
Liz said to me,
``It sure is inconvenient being inter-dependent.''
Inconvenient because true inter-dependence will require change,
significant change on the part of all of us who are brave enough to receive the truths of inter-dependence.
We are very, very near to the day of, at long last, welcoming Luz Marina and Jose William into our community for 6 months.
I was at a meeting two weeks ago in which Sara Reschly pulled out the initial letter of invitation to consider this opportunity, dated 2003.
We have been preparing, planning, praying, hoping,
and now the day is almost upon us.
In this venture,
In this emerging relationship,
We are practicing choosing the path of global inter-dependence,
a path in which Colombians need us,
and we need Colombians.

I am excited for their coming.
And I am somewhat terrified.
Because walking in the way of Jesus Christ assures me that I will be challenged to transformation in this and every encounter.
I will be interrupted.
My plans will need to be changed.
I will be confronted with truths that are inconvenient.

I am praying for the grace to be willing to change,
to be willing to shake up a status quo that, quite frankly, serves me rather well.
I am praying for the strength of true discipleship: to stop, turn, and peer into the eyes of those whom I encounter to listen as they tell me ``the whole truth.''
I am praying for the wisdom to know those I encounter as sister, brother, friend.
I am praying for the eyes to see the inconvenient truth
of the transformative inbreaking of the Holy Spiritç

The assurance that each of us has is that the path of inconvenience,
the path of discomfort and the status quo trembling at its very foundation,
the path of radical transformation and interruption
is the way of Jesus Christ,
in which we have vowed to walk.
And the greatest assurance of all is that
this path is blessed.
Amen.
Thu, 15 Feb 2007 16:57:43 GMT Megan M Ramer
071606_Beheading_the_Baptizer http://chicagocomm.il.us.mennonite.net/:=071606_Beheading_the_Baptizer.rtf@CB2.Worship/Sermons Chicago Community Mennonite Church
16 July 2006
Proper 10
Sermon: Beheading the Baptizer
Megan M. Ramer

Amos 7:7-15
Psalm 85:8-13
Mark 6:14-29

I almost decided to
not tell you what this John the Baptist story makes me think of
out of feeling ashamed for having actually
seen what it makes me think of.
But I'm on the path, with many others of you,
toward eradicating unhealthy shame in my life and the lives of those I love,
so here it is:
This beheading story makes me think of Jerry Springer.
A little gratuitous sexual intrigue or worse, sexual exploitation
and a little gratuitous violence of the most sensational sort
all thrown into the story just to make sure the reader is paying attention;
just to make sure the ratings stay up.
I feel a bit manipulated and assaulted in reading of this dance and beheading
in the same way I have felt exceedingly manipulated and assaulted
by the unmentionable antics of the Jerry Springer show.

I would like to say here a word on behalf of myself:
that watching the Jerry Springer show has always been against my will.
That is, I've never actually
chosen to watch his particular brand of gratuitous trash
not having ever really lived with a TV since I lived with my parents in high school
has gratefully limited the amount of gratuitous trash I've been party to
at all .
As a regular guest at the home of a man I came to know through my volunteering with
the Regional AIDS Interfaith Network in Denver,
I simultaneously became a regular guest of Jerry Springer's viewing audience.
This was the kind of home in which the volume might be turned down
or even muted entirely,
but the TV was gonna stay on.
And I bear some responsibility in not having simply asked him to turn it off.
And I also bear even greater responsibility in allowing the hook to work its magic
in allowing my eyes and ears and attentions to get diverted in the direction of the Jerry Springer circusç

That aside, this seductive dance of a girl
or simply a girl's dance, sexualized by her audience
and a leering old man, surrounded by other leering old men,
so turned on, so
pleased , Mark tells us, that he foolishly offers her anything
anything! at all as payment
and a mother who employs this poor young girl in her
Hannibal-Lector-worthy head-on-a-platter request is more than a bit much for me.

Why is this gruesome story of John the Baptist's decapitation told at all?
In Mark's gospel, we've already been told that John is arrested and we presume dead.
We were told way back in chapter one, in fact.
So why, in the middle of the story of Jesus, do we have this gruesomely detailed flashback?
Why jump back in chronology and flesh out, if you will, one of the supporting characters?
John the Baptist has already made his appearance and fulfilled his role within chapter one
He has prepared the way for Jesus.
He has baptized with water announcing one who will soon baptize with spirit.
And then he meets none other than Jesus in the Jordan,
baptizing Jesus into the commencement of his own ministry.
John makes his exit
Voila! Worthy of a ``best supporting actor'' award.
But then this strange flashback five chapters later,
smack dab in the middle of Mark's gospel, detailing his murder and beheading.
Why?
The story's not really about him it's about Jesus, isn't it?
The entire rest of the gospel seems to indicate so.

Let's look at the context of this flashback and see if something might emergeç
The beginning of chapter six begins with Jesus being rejected in his own hometown.
Having returned to Nazareth in order to teach,
his fellow townsfolk take offense at him,
and Jesus amazes at their unbelief.
He moves into the villages and then begins to send out the twelve, two by two.
He sends them on a mission of proclamation, anointing, and healing
sent on their own for the first, but not the last, time.

After the gruesome flashback,
the story of Jesus and the disciples picks up again.
The twelve are freshly back from their mission travels
and eagerly telling Jesus all they had done and taught.
Jesus attempts to steal them all away to a deserted place in order to have rest
for Mark tells us that ``many were coming and going, and they had no leisure even to eat.''
But you all know what happens next the hungry crowds descend upon them again
hungry crowds hungering for teaching, for healing, and eventually for bread.
When the disciples urge him to dismiss the crowds in order that everyone might eat,
Jesus tells the disciples to feed them
all of them
all 5000 of them.
They are aghast at this new mission from Jesus,
but, with his help,
and the help of untold hundreds or thousands of anonymous members of the crowd,
they manage this, too.
The close of chapter six finds Jesus and the disciples landing on the other side of the sea
and immediately continuing their ministries of touching the sick,
speaking a word of compassion to all.

We learned last week one of Mark's literary techniques of framing
He likes the story sandwich
one story contained by another,
or one story framed by other thematically-linked stories
in order to allude to deeper meanings and sometimes surprising connections.
I think that might be what we have here:
We have Jesus' ministry rejected in Nazareth (on one side of the sea)
and the twelve being sent on their own missions
on one end.
And on the other,
we have Jesus' ministry accepted in Gennesaret (the other side of the sea).
Mission seems to be the frame.
Jesus and the twelve responding to the needs of those they encounter.
Mission is the frame.
In the middle are two things:
The first is the disciples and the crowd of 5000 both being fed
nourished for the
mission which frames this portion of Mark's story.
The second is John losing his head.
Does this illuminate the reason for the flashback at all?
If the frame is mission or ministry,
then what does it reveal to attempt reading the beheading story through that lens?

Consider this a modest proposalç
inspired, in part, by the theological work of Rene Girard,
and those who continue to make his theological impact accessible to greater numbers of us.

I think the writer of Mark's gospel anticipated a danger
in where the Jesus story was headed.
The writer of the gospel knows already that the story is going to end
in the suffering and death of Jesus,
an empty tomb,
and as we discovered on Easter morning, frightened disciples fleeing the tomb,
saying nothing to anyone.
The danger I think the writer of Mark anticipated is the danger in
seeing Jesus as too unique
the danger is in interpreting the suffering and death of Jesus as
so separate
from any suffering that had come before
and any suffering that would come after,
that Jesus would be elevated to a plane uninhabitable by mere mortals.
And haven't we seen the consequences of this kind of interpretation
an overemphasis on the utter uniqueness of Jesus' suffering that brings you hours of
Mel-Gibson-inspired Hollywood gore
all in the good name of a bloody salvation.

The writer of Mark, anticipating this possible perversion of the Jesus story,
tells us the story of John's suffering and murder,
in order to add layers to the story of Jesus' suffering and murder
We are told the story of John and Jesus so that we know their stories are not utterly unique from one another,
not entirely separated from our own,
or the stories of suffering of others we encounter.
And that's the second really important piece:
Remember: Mark tells the story of John's suffering and murder framed by mission
the mission of Jesus, the mission of the twelve, the mission of myriads of disciples.
We are invited, if you'll come along with me in this modest proposal of mine,
we are invited to make a connection between suffering and mission.
We are invited to connect our own mission with entering into suffering
our own suffering and the suffering of others, both neighbors and enemies.

Anne Lamott tells a story of sharing in human suffering the way she always tells a story
with profound grace, unparalleled humor, and poetically-painted imagery.

[from ``Knocking on Heaven's Door'' in
Traveling Mercies story of Ken & Ranola]

Entering into another's suffering is part of the call, that much seems clear to me.
Jesus didn't come to eradicate suffering.
If he did, he failed miserably.
Jesus simply entered into the suffering of the world
the same suffering John the Baptist experienced
the same suffering countless other still experience
and he filled that suffering with his healing presence.
The story of John's beheading in the gospel of Mark prevents us from making Jesus' suffering and death on the cross too fatally unique.
This story invites us to consider how suffering plays into our mission as disciples of Jesus.
Entering into another's suffering is part of the call, that much seems clear to me.
But how do we do that as mere herders and dressers of sycamore trees?
That part is considerably less clear to me.
How do we find the courage to get close enough in order to mingle some spooky fluids?
How do we keep from simply going on with our dinner as prophesied in
Hotel Rwanda ?
I don't know.
I don't know how to enter the suffering of the people of Gaza getting the living pahoozie bombed out of them,.
I don't know how to enter the suffering of those living through and those dying in the Darfur genocide.
I don't know how to enter the suffering of the boy living down the street whose only modeled methods of coping with a hostile world have been gangs and crack.
Who's getting stared down by ``Luxury family condos'' going up as close as California, advertised starting price tag $479,000.
I don't know how to enter that suffering.
Sometimes I don't even know how to enter
your suffering.

My intention in these musings is not to inspire the procuring of cosmically-proportioned guilt for each one of you, including myself.
My intention, however,
is to inspire deeper reflection on how each one of us might be called, in different ways, into the suffering of others.
I remember the story of Rabbi Zusya who once quipped that in the afterlife he wouldn't be asked why he wasn't Moses, he would be asked why he wasn't Rabbi Zusyaç
In what ways are you prepared and able and ready to enter the suffering of another?
Whose spooky fluids might you be called to mingle your own with,
together crying a single tear of grace, healing and hope?

Thu, 15 Feb 2007 16:59:03 GMT Megan M Ramer
072306_Come_away_and_rest http://chicagocomm.il.us.mennonite.net/:=072306_Come_away_and_rest.rtf@CB2.Worship/Sermons Chicago Community Mennonite Church
23 July 2006
Proper 11 intended to be preached alongside a Spanish translation for a bilingual service of welcome for Luz Marina & Jose William, our Colombian Sanctuary guests
Sermon: ``Come away and rest''
Megan M. Ramer

Psalm 23
Mark 6:30-34, 53-56

The disciples return from their missionary journeys,
eager to tell Jesus everything,
and clearly weary from their various travels;
tired from walking their healing and teaching ministries through towns and villages
and across the countryside.
Recognizing the profundity of their weary state, Jesus says to them,
```Come away to a deserted place all by yourselves and rest a while.'
For many were coming and going, and they had no leisure even to eat.
And they went away in the boat to a deserted place by themselves.''

Oh how we so often need that deserted place to ourselves:
a deserted place in which to commune with trusted friends and partners in ministry,
a place in which to gather and find nourishment through bread and wine,
a place in which to seek
and find rest.
And the rest is all the sweeter the more voraciously we've earned it.

This is a little like showers.
Yep you heard me right showers.
The kind with shampoo and soap and washcloths
and most overwhelmingly refreshing:
water clear, clean, running water.
The best showers, I've often quipped, are the
earned showers.
I began quipping this little adage after spending six months working on a Swiss dairy farm.
On both sides of my family, I missed the farm by one generation,
so prior to the six months in Switzerland,
farms were simply a place to visit for no more than a week at a time.
Suddenly the farm was my home,
and more importantly, farm
work was my home.

After long days of milking, shoveling smelly unmentionables and working in the fields,
a shower was earned and it felt like a tall glass of iced tea on a heat-wave afternoon.
You don't have to have worked on a farm to know this truth.
You simply have to have earned a shower:
after a soccer game,
a round of ultimate Frisbee,
a week of backpacking or camping,
a long day of moving boxes and furniture into a new home,
and then:
a shower the kind with shampoo and soap and washcloths
and most overwhelmingly refreshing:
water clear, clean running water.

Jesus said:
```Come away to a deserted place all by yourselves and rest a while.'
For many were coming and going, and they had no leisure even to eat.
And they went away in the boat to a deserted place by themselves.''
I was reading something written by Rabbi Arthur Waskow
in which he mentioned, almost offhandedly, that the commandment regarding the Sabbath
is the longest, most detailed commandment of all.
And, good natural skeptic that I am, I didn't believe him.
But Exodus 20 proved me wrong and him right:
``Remember the Sabbath day, and keep it holy''
is only the beginning.
It goes on:
``Six days you shall labor and do all your work.
But the seventh day is a Sabbath to the Lord your God;
you shall not do any work
you, your son or your daughter, your male or female slave, your livestock,
or the alien resident in your towns.
For in six days the Lord made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that is in them,
but rested the seventh day;
therefore the Lord blessed the Sabbath day and consecrated it.''
Rest.
Sabbath.
The commandment I probably break more consistently than any other.

Luz Marina & Jose William, you have come seeking rest.
And this Sabbath, you have more than earned.
Like the disciples back from wearying missions and ministries,
Jesus has invited you into a deserted place in order to rest awhile.
We are so glad to have you here with us,
we are so eager to hear your stories,
to learn to know you,
to learn from you,
to share with you a bit of our life here in Chicago.
But our deepest desire is that you find rest here,
that you find sanctuary, respite, and rejuvenation
for the ministries you have been called to in Colombia
the difficult ministries of peace, justice, truth-telling, reconciliation and resistance.

As we work together, struggling for justice in our communities and across our world,
we would do well to remember that justice in the biblical context
has a deep root in spiritual calm.
The jubilee passage of the Bible (Leviticus 25)
calls for arguably the most radical form of justice found in the scriptures
redistribution of landç
as unthinkable in our time and place as it was when originally conceived and proclaimed.
Yet it never uses the Hebrew word for "justice" (tzedek) in its outcry.
Instead, the Leviticus 25 Jubilee passage calls for
"shmitah" and "dror" and "Shabbat Shabbaton"
words that mean "release," "pause," "non-attachment."
There it is again: rest.
Right at the heart of work for justice and for peace.

As the psalmist reminds us, it is God, our Creator and Companion,
who makes us lie down in green pastures;
who leads us beside still waters;
who restores our souls.
Come away and restç
Thu, 15 Feb 2007 16:59:34 GMT Megan M Ramer
080606_Abundance http://chicagocomm.il.us.mennonite.net/:=080606_Abundance.rtf@CB2.Worship/Sermons Chicago Community Mennonite Church
6 August 2006
Proper 13 Becoming Bread 1
Sermon: ``Abundance''
Megan M. Ramer

2 Kings 4:42-44
Psalm 145:10-18
John 6:1-21

Our texts and our worship for the coming five weeks will focus on bread imagery.
I know we have a number of breadbakers among us,
and so YOU are our resident experts.
I hope that our sharing time will be replete with connections made
between your experience of worship and your experience of the art of breadbaking.
And if something comes to you during the week that you'd like to share with this community, please call.
I will gladly relinquish 2 or 5 or 10 minutes of sermon time
to hear your reflections on breadbaking and faith,
your understandings of Spirit and dough-kneading.

And each week we will participate in a bread ritual of some kindç
not communion until the last Sunday of the month, as usual,
but some other ritual of sharing bread with one another.
I hope that some of the biblical images of bread will come alive for you,
that breadbaking metaphors will reveal for you new vistas for life and faith.
I pray that you will be invited to consider what sharing bread
or becoming bread
might mean for you and for us in this time and this place.

Each week we will be encountering the God of bread,
and the Jesus of the dinner table.

Our gospel story today is one of not-enough bread
that becomes enough bread
that become more than enough bread.
The feeding of the 5000 is the only Jesus miracle story that appears in all 4 gospels.
I don't know exactly what that means except to guess that something like this actually happened,
that the story was so popular, it got told so far and wide as to reach the broad spectrum of emerging Christian communities,
that the story was so archetypal
after all it parallels almost exactly the story of Elisha we heard from II Kings
that it seemed important to include in the foundational scriptures of a somewhat-newly-birthed religious tradition.
Or maybe the message of the miracle story is so universally needed that each gospel-writing community stood to learn and grow from its telling.
Whatever the case, it's in all 4, and therefore asks for some special attention.
Not-enough bread
that becomes enough bread
that becomes more than enough bread.

Philip, in John's version of this story, is a good economist
he calculates precisely and the bottom line isn't looking so good.
After Jesus inquires about feeding the crowdç
Philip answers him,
``Six months' wages would not buy enough bread for each of them to get a little.''
Philip is concerned with great demand and greatly limited supply.
A scarcity of resources in the face of a wealth of need.
But there seems to be a fundamental worldview difference for Philip and Jesus,
and incidentally, Elisha as well.
Neither Jesus nor Elisha serves a God of scarcity,
neither of them serves a God of precise economic calculations.
Jesus and Elisha turn their attentions from calculations elsewhereç
Both Jesus & Elisha refuse to focus on what is needed,
choosing instead to focus on what is available.
What do you have?
What can you find?
And how can those available resources be put to use?
For surely, when each of us gives what we have to give,
a miracle of abundance will be manifest in our midst.

There is a danger, I believe, a grave danger in equating abundance with prosperity.
I don't think I'll ever be confused with a preacher of a prosperity gospel
preaching a gospel of not just bread-on-demand,
but diamonds-on-demand, Bentleys-on-demand,
and as one Lancaster county Mennonite bride I know of once prayed for:
crystal-on-demand.
As I began to think about this distinction this week
what I understand of abundance vs. a prosperity gospel preacher's understanding
I began to fear that perhaps I was creating a caricatured foil
in a prosperity gospel preacher.
Without a TV, I'm never treated to the random channel surf past such a soul,
confirming this reality.
But a google search alleviated all my fears of potential unfairness.
Don't rest assured
rest agitated, my brothers & sisters, the prosperity gospel is alive and well!
Google led me to all kinds of frightening treasures, including
The Ten Demandments Of Prosperity by Dr. Grayson,
who teaches you the steps to finding great abundance and prosperity in your life.
I found ``5 Biblical Keys to Prosperity''.
And many, many,
frighteningly many othersç
Consistently, these googled preachers of a prosperity gospel use `abundance' and `prosperity' & derivatives as SYNONYMSç

I beg to differ.
Abundance is much richer and much less blingy than prosperity.
Abundance is like the garden.
While we may have a prosperity gospel amount of zucchini,
everything else is perfect abundance.
I came to work one day
and had been planning to go straight to a friend's house to cook dinner that evening.
I was supposed to bring the veggies from my organic CSA share
I split a box from Angelic Organics with some friends
and I'm typically awash with produce.
But I had forgotten everything in my fridge at home.
One trip to the gardenç
and I had a perfect abundance of those deliciously juicy cherry tomatoes,
sensationally aromatic basil,
a few spunky peppers to spice things up,
and yes, even some zucchiniç
(I AM trying to do my part!)
That garden is the image of abundance most alive for me right now.

The miracle in the feeding of the 5000 is a miracle of abundance.
A certain type of Christian might tend to overemphasize the action of God in miracles.
Another certain type
maybe even a CCMC type
might be inclined to overemphasize the action of people in miracles.
I've heard this miraculous feeding explained as the softening of the people's hearts
that those in the crowd who'd packed a lunch,
slowly and cautiously and then with abandon, began to share what they had brought.
Ba-da-boom! An abundance of food already existed sourced in the people gathered!
And that would be some miracle indeed.
Imagine what 5000 softened hearts could do
for the problem of global hunger in our world
In a world where every three days more people die from malnutrition and disease
than from the bombing of Hiroshima,
In a world where every year more people die from preventable hunger
than died in the Holocaust,
even though we grow enough grain in the world to provide every man, woman, and child with a satisfactory diet of 3000 calories.
Imagine what 5000 softened hearts could do
for the problem of global hunger in our world
especially if we could put our heads together
and choose precisely which 5000 hearts got softened.

But I think this miraculous feeding tells a slightly different story.
I think it's much more beautifully and mysteriously tangled than that.
I think it's much more synergistic.
It wasn't just God.
Ask a breadbaker and she'll tell you that she can't do it alone.
She needs all the ingredients,
and she needs to work with them not simply manipulate them to her will.
Yeast is a pesky little thing,
and an unpoetic baker might kill it or fail to activate it.
In my day, I've certainly turned out some of the driest, hardest, least inviting wheat rolls you could ever play a game of softball withç
A baker who knows her role simultaneously as artist,
working with her medium rather than submitting her medium to her dominance,
that kind of baker will keep yeast alive and will give it just the right amount of warmth to enable it to works its own magic.
It wasn't just the people.
The yeast, flour, salt and oil remain just that without a baker with a vision of bread.
This is how the miracle of abundance in the feeding of the 5000 is achieved, I believe.
A baker God, delicately dancing the artistry of breakbaking,
working with her medium
creating space for human hearts to liven,
enabling those hearts to work their own magic,
gently kneading hearts into tender elasticity.
Lo and behold! Abundance.

Miracle is:
if we're willing, even for just a moment, to believe in a God of abundance.
If we're willing, even just for a moment to name the myth of scarcity.
The miracle is in rejecting a God of scarcity
who doles out spare blessings and a wealth of curses.
Jesus invites us to know another God
the God who gives life abundantly.
One of the basic tenets of original capitalist theory is belief in a scarcity of goods and resources which must thus be fairly distributed by the mechanisms of the market.
When Jesus implores his listeners in the Sermon on the Mount to not be anxious for the basics of life.
When Jesus tells of how God feeds the birds of the air and clothes the lilies of the field,
I believe that Jesus was trying to get us to trust in a God of abundance,
instead of assuming a God of scarcity.
The miracle in today's story of the miraculous feeding
is in its giving us a glimpse of the true God,
a God of abundance, not scarcity.
If we're willing, even for just a moment, to believe in a God of abundance,
then the miracle happens over and over all around us.
You see, believing in abundance also means believing in generosity.
There's plenty, so why not share?

It's part of why I still sometimes give money to people who ask me for it on the street.
Now we could have many and long conversations about this one.
I don't act consistently, and I'm certain I don't act justly,
and more than I'd like to admit, I probably act on prejudices and premature judgmentsç
but every time I give, even just a little
however inconsistently
however prejudiciously
I feel the generous part of my heart, which spends far too much time hardened,
I feel that generosity in me tenderize just a bit.
In those moments I get just a taste of what it might mean to join God in the stewardship of an abundant creation.
Every moment we can live believing in abundance
repeats the miracle that Jesus and God and the people worked that day on the hillside.
Every moment we can live believing in abundance
the divine baker works with us her medium
measuring and mixing and kneading and baking us into the loaf of abundance she visioned.

Today we celebrate and praise a God of abundance.
In this ritual of bread sharing, I invite you to taste,
if only for a moment,
a baker God's abundance.
And in that way, we will experience a miracle indeed!

``Eat and be satisfied!''
``Eat and taste God's abundance!''
Thu, 15 Feb 2007 17:00:50 GMT Megan M Ramer
081306_Whosoever_Comes http://chicagocomm.il.us.mennonite.net/:=081306_Whosoever_Comes.rtf@CB2.Worship/Sermons Chicago Community Mennonite Church
13 August 2006
Proper 14 Becoming Bread 2
Sermon: ``Whosoever Comes''
Megan M. Ramer

Exodus 16:2-4, 9-15
Psalm 78:23-29
John 6:24-35

With manna raining down from heaven,
and Jesus naming himself ``bread of life,''
our bread imagery continuesç

Israelites begin to foolishly long for slavery
I say `foolishly' pretty blithelyç
it must have pretty horrendous in the wilderness to be longing back for their enslavement in Egypt;
certainly Egypt was at least familiar.
And in the piece of the narrative we heard this morning,
we do have at least one concrete vision of how slavery in Egypt
may have been more enticing than the freedom of the wilderness.
We hear the Israelites remembering, longing for, the flesh pots of Egypt
Flesh pots: apparently large metal caldrons used by luxuriating Egyptians to boil meat
The Israelites had very real visions of the flesh pots of Egypt
could remember what they looked like,
what the meat boiling therein smelled like,
and a very recent memory of what ``full tummy'' felt likeç
a titillating yet unreachable carrot in the eye of the wilderness hunger storm.
And so they complain.

Manna means literally, ``What is it?''
Israelites were confused, perplexed and probably more than a bit skeptical of the strange flaky substance on the ground
but they didn't turn their backs,
avert their eyes and walk away,
and, most importantly,
they didn't stay inside their tents and refuse to face the wilderness at all.
While they did entertain visions of the Egyptian fleshpots,
they didn't live in those visions all day long.
Moses has Aaron tell the people,
``Draw near to the Lord, [who] has heard your complaining.''
Draw near.
Come.
And they do.
Draw near, that isç
near enough to behold the glory of God in the form of a cloud.
The next morning the layer of dew that had settled on the whole camp lifts,
revealing a ``fine, flaky substance, as find as frost on the ground.''
And again they draw nearç
near enough to see the strange flakiness.
And they ask, ``What is it?''
``Manna?'' ``What is it?''
Manna the daily bread rained down on a wilderness-wandering people
Manna the Hebrew object lesson in demonstrating trust in God's provisions
Manna which has come to be our metaphor for daily sustenance
Manna means literally ``What is it?''
A question.
Manna is the questions,
and ancient Hebrew storytellers leave us with a narrative
in which manna is also the answer.
``Manna?'' ``What is it?''
It is manna.
Question AND answer.
How does that happen?
How does manna-the-answer, manage to answer manna-the-question?
Because in order to ask the question,
in order for the Israelites to have seen that which was strange and unknown
and worthy of questions,
one needs to have gotten close enough to see it
one needs to have drawn near.
And if one is willing to draw near, to approach, to encounter something unknown,
and then to question that unknown,
then one might just be prepared to hear and receive an answerç
``Manna?''
``Manna.''

This is actually a pretty common phenomenon.
It might be a roommate who cooks either frighteningly or marvelously.
I have, fortunately on the one count & unfortunately on the other,
had both these kinds of roommates.
Drawing near enough to the mixing bowl or frying pan to ask,
(disgust) ``What is it?'' OR (delight) ``What is it!?''
is usually close enough to begin to see and smell the answer.
It might be a child with a propensity for creativity,
used as all human gifts are typically used,
both for good and for ill.
Drawing near enough to the site of an experiment in creativity to ask,
(fright) ``What are you doing?'' OR (wonder) ``What are you doing?''
is usually close enough to begin to see and maybe even smell the answer.
Just like this, the Israelites drew near enough to know the question
and encounter the answer
simultaneously.
``Manna?''
``Manna.''

IN our gospel reading today,
the crowd, freshly fed in the feeding of the 5000
seeks and finds Jesus on the other side of the sea.
At first the crowd is distracted by signs and wonders,
stuck in the image of the manna given their forebears in the desert.
They ask Jesus for a sign.
Jesus, as he so often did, breaks open their vision,
removes their blinders
like those intended to prevent horses on the road from getting spooked
Jesus liberates their vision,
and with their peripheral vision opened up,
the crowd hears and begins to understand his discourse on the true bread of heaven.
But they still don't understand how it works.
The crowd asks Jesus to give the bread always.
``Sir'' they call him,
``Sir, give us this bread always.''
They mistakenly think he's in control of doling out this bread of life.
They mistakenly think they are already open to receiving it
that they are ready and he has not yet responded.
Jesus replies, ``I am the bread of life.
Whoever comes to me will never be hungry,
and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.''
Jesus tells them simply that they must come to him.
Come.
Draw near.
And whosoever comes shall never again hungerç
And they did come.
They sought Jesus.
They got close enough to encounter something strange, unknown, indiscernible, undecipherable.
They got close enough to ask a question.
A question that revealed the answer already contained therein.
``Manna?'' ``What is it?''
``Manna.''

Rilke writes a poem in his collection, Book of Hours
written in the voice of God the voice of ``I am''

Ich bin, du Angstlicher. Horst du mich nicht

I am, you anxious one.

Don't you sense me, ready to break
into being at your touch?
My murmurings surround you like shadowy wings.
Can't you see me standing before you
cloaked in stillness?
Hasn't my longing ripened in you
from the beginning
as fruit ripens on a branch?

I am the dream you are dreaming.
When you want to awaken, I am that wanting:
I grow strong in the beauty you behold.
and with the silence of stars I enfold
your cities made by time.

Rainer Maria Rilke

The ``I am'' of this poem responds to a human one
one clothed in anxiety and longing.
The ``I am'' of this poem echoes the patient, steady, life-sustaining presence of the God who rained down bread on exiled Israel in the desert.
The ``I am'' of this poem echoes the inviting, constant, life-sustaining presence of Jesus who offers the bread of life to the questioning, hungering crowd.
Rilke's ``I am'', exiled Israel's God, and the Jesus of the crowd all offer presence:
steady presence,
daily bread of life
reliable manna.
Rilke's ``I am'' is ``ready to break into being at your touch.''
Exiled Israel's God implores the hungry to ``draw near'' enough to question, ``Manna?''
Jesus of the crowd promises an end to hunger for ``whosoever comesç''

The God we have been invited to encounter through our Scripture readings today is a God of daily, life-giving and life-sustaining bread who needs only be approached.
The precursor to receiving bread is drawing near,
coming to the Jesus who beckons.
Those who draw near receive daily manna,
and those who come to the bread of life seeking daily bread they are fed
and no longer hunger.

And all of this makes me think, of course, of spiritual hunger.
That's the kind of hunger Jesus addresses in the gospel of Johnç
the kind of hunger that is satiated with bread that satisfies; bread that gives life.
Spiritual hunger is the kind Rilke word-paints:
``I am the dream you are dreaming.
When you want to awaken, I am that wanting.''
Approaching God with our spiritual hungers is the precursor to receiving bread.
We need only draw near,
in prayer,
in meditation,
in song,
in kneading bread dough,
in silence,
in dance or yoga or journaling or reading poetry or stone-skipping,
we need only come.

Manna is an apt metaphor for these and other spiritual disciplines.
In the absence of artificial preservatives,
and without breadboxes, refrigerators and twisty-ties,
bread needed to be fresh nearly every day in order for it to be any good.
I've found the same often to be true of my spiritual disciplines,
my approaches toward God
they're better when fresh nearly every day.
I'm being fed, satisfied, filled by the freshness of spirituality,
the daily-ness of drawing near to God.
Remember that the answer is the question.
Drawing near enough to ask ``Manna?''
is near enough to see and receive the gift of daily manna.
The invitation to ``come'' remains present tense.
Come.
Again, come.
Keep coming Day after day.
Draw near and receive.
Come and be fed.

The God of manna,
Jesus, the bread of new life,
the ``I am'' who ``grow[s] strong in the beauty you behold,''
is all around
her ``murmurings surround you like shadowy wings.''
We need only draw near.
We need only come.


RITUAL
In our bread ritual today, you will have the opportunity to draw near,
to come,
and in that approach, to receive the bread of life.
All of you are invited to come
This is not communion, but a manna ritual.
We invite each of you to come and receive bread as a symbol of God's living bread,
God's daily manna,
always available to those who draw near.
No orderly lines are necessary in this ritual.
The lives which we live, the lives within which we are invited to daily come,
those lives are not filled with orderly lines, but chaotic crowds.
Come through the chaos, through the crowd.
But come.
Maybe you'll choose to receive bread from the distributor furthest away from your seat.
Maybe you'll choose to zigzag through the rows of chairs on your way.
Or maybe you'll take the shortest, most direct route.
However you come, be assured:
Whosoever comes will receive.

Thu, 15 Feb 2007 17:01:26 GMT Megan M Ramer
082006_Arise http://chicagocomm.il.us.mennonite.net/:=082006_Arise.rtf@CB2.Worship/Sermons Chicago Community Mennonite Church
20 August 2006
Proper 15 Becoming Bread 3
Sermon: ``Arise!''
Megan M. Ramer

I Kings 19:4-8
Psalm 34:1-8
John 6:35, 41-51

In so many of our cultures, it has been the role of the matriarch
one of the primary roles, in fact
to ensure that all have eaten more than enoughç
I wonder if this is nearly universal across many cultures through many times.
Our matriarchs have traditionally ruled over the hearth and the dinner table
they have fed us.
In my own Swiss-German Mennonite culture,
matriarchs have been decidedly more understated and passive
than the matriarchs in the Italian and Greek cultures
I've been privileged enough to experience first-hand as a guest.
But the rule over hearth and table, and the insistence on feeding is nonetheless REAL
in my experience of my own tradition's matriarchs.

Behind that constant and unrelenting focus on feeding, I believe,
are several values fueling the firm persistence.
The first is a genuine desire for ``fattening up''
particularly those who are still growing and those of especially small builds.
The second is a genuine enjoyment of the dinner table,
feeling at home at the dinner table, and a desire to linger longer.
The third is love.
Pure and simple.
Love.
My own Grandma Ramer has never told me she loves me.
But she does.
Dearly.
She just can't verbalize it it's both cultural and personal for her, I believe.
But she can bakeç or she could bake.
Her sugar cookies and her award-winning pies were her very clear expressions of love,
a love which I have never doubted,
a love which I have truly tasted and known as good.

The image of the angel waking Elijah, not once, but twice,
to feed him for the journey through the wilderness
this image has proven lasting for me.
And it sparked my reflections on matriarchs and love through feeding.
It is a tender image:
The angel bends down and gently touches a sleeping Elijah,
who is attempting to flee Jezebel's wrath,
and utterly despondent, having just asked God to take his life.
The angel bends down and gently touches him awake:
``Arise and eat.''
Again, Elijah lies down to sleep,
and a second time, the angel bends down and gently touches him awake:
``Arise and eat, otherwise the journey will be too much for you.''
Arise and eat.

This, I believe, is what we do for one another.
Like an adoring matriarch,
like a whispering angel,
we awaken one another, feed one another, and prepare one another for our journeys.

Gunilla Norris, a writer and pschotherapist from Connecticut,
wrote a book called Becoming Bread: Mediations on Loving and Transformation,
and my reflections this morning will draw heavily from her own meditations
on bread and love.
She writes a poem about this partnership, companionship,
loving through feeding one another.

At the Threshold
Stand at the kitchen door with me.
Honor the heart of transformation
Honor your own heart
where everything is
always changing.
It is the very same dwelling.

Pause at the door.
Your heart needs this.
My heart needs this time
for recognition or it will go astray.
It will forget to reach for
its real joyçits true becoming.

Pause at the door.
This is good and necessary
for this room is every room.
The world lives here.
Pausing each day helps us know
nothing is outside of us.

Honor the heart that can feel
the joy and the terror of
the world in you and in me.
Only what is truly human
can walk this path, walk through
and be constant. Bow to that heart.

Hold my hand. I need you for courage.
We become who we are together,
each needing the other. Alone is a myth.
The path leads through this door.
I cannot go to the kitchen without you.
Let us enter together.

Gunilla Norris

I do not think it insignificant that Jesus refers to bread as his body
and that Paul refers to the emerging church as Jesus' body.
I do not think this is simply a liberally applied metaphor of ``body''.
We are the body of Christ;
we are life-sustaining bread for one another.
It is in the loving-through-feeding that we discover the truth of our own breadedness.

Gunilla Norris reminds us that
``Our religious and philosophical texts are filled with references to bread,
and proverbs about it abound in our folk wisdom.
Holidays and family events are marked by the eating of festive breads
to commemorate these special moments.
We share bread at almost every meal,
forgetting how old this is in us.''

forgetting how old this is in us.

``Deep in our souls we know that we are the bread of life
and that to become conscious of this and to live it makes all the differenceç
it frees us to be more truly human
and to care for each other.''

Deep in our souls we know that we are the bread of life.

But before I get too romantic about the ways in which we feed one another,
the ways in which we offer bread to one another,
indeed are bread for one another,
it is good to remember that we don't always satisfy.

Norris writes:
``Love.
Bread.
It breaks.
It crumbles.
It nourishes.
We share it.
Bread that comes from grain,
from earth, from rain, from summer and light,
from labor and threshing.
Bread of comfort, of necessity, of sorrow.
Bread that rings life.
Fresh bread.
Stale bread. Bread crumbs.
We are all of that.''

Fresh bread.
Stale bread. Bread crumbs.
We are all of that.


``çBeing human and ordinary,
we will often fail to love the whole,
the dark and difficult parts.
We will always try to avoid something.
We will tremble.
We will be blind.
We will be uncertain.
We will continue to hurt one another and miss the essential.
We will always need mercy and compassion.
We will be ineffective, stubborn, and very human.
It is ultimately our vulnerability and our powerlessness that God loves the most,
I believe.
For there we can and do receive, must receive, and know that everything is a gift.
Even our suffering.
Full of that knowledge, that sustenance,
we cannot help but share our love and our lives with each other.
Then we are not only becoming breadçwe are bread.''

If we indeed are the bread of life for one another, then the question is:
How do we offer bread that satisfies?
How do we offer bread that is fresh, bread that gives life?
The answers to these questions are best discovered in an honest exchange between two.
I wonder how many of you have been doing what I was doing earlier this week
identifying with the giver of the bread
I won't take a public poll,
but I'm guessing most of us hear these reflections and ponder ourselves giving this bread,
offering ourselves as bread to another.
The answers to our questions regarding bread that satisfies
are best discovered in an honest exchange between two.

You see, we are all also receivers of this bread of life.
We take and eat the bread that is a sister or brother.
The giver of bread can certainly help with good listening, anticipating needs,
and preparing oneself to offer bread that satisfies.
And the receiver helps immensely first in recognizing his or her own hunger,
and second in naming the hunger, thereby naming the bread that might satisfy.

In order to receive the bread of another,
we must first know and name our own hunger,
we must know that our hunger is holy,
we must share our sacred emptiness with the body to which we belong.
We must know that our hunger, our emptiness, our longing belongs here
has a home here.

Hafiz, a Sufi poet from the 14th-century writes:

When You Can Endure
When
The words stop
And you can endure the silence

That reveals your heart's
Pain

Of emptiness
Or that great wrenching-sweet longing,

That is the time to try and listen
To what the Beloved's
Eyes

Most want
To

Say.

Hafiz

I am struck at the silence of this exchange.
In the naming of emptiness, the one who hungers at last can endure the silence.
And in that silence, the Beloved's response is in talking eyesç
Eyes that speak something out of silence and into silence.

Norris also writes of this hunger,
and she offers wisdom, if we will receive it, in how to hold one another's hunger.

Hunger
In this place hunger is our guide.
What shall we find here to nourish us?
We have nothing of our ownç
nothing but need.

I forage for the pans.
You bring out the bowl.
The cups gapewide
like open mouths. Hungry.

These things are empty.
Let us be like themçbegging
to be filled. this hunger is our gift.
The one we want

to look away from. The one we hide
from one another. Let me learn
to love you in your want. I beg you
to love the hunger that is mine.

Do not seek to allay it. Do not be afraid.
Protect my hunger with love
for then I shall find the way to become
real bread. And you shall be fed.

Discover the grain that hides in your hunger,
the one that can be worked into a loaf,
and I shall feast on your joy.
Light a light so that we see the emptiness

of the pot and the pan, the emptiness
in the curve of the spoon, the emptiness
in the shape of your hand that can cradle
my hunger and yet not take it from me.

In this gift of sheltering I will find
that my hunger is life hungering for itself
and that I can trust that hunger, receive it
as my truth, as myself.

Bowls and cups, pots and pans,
spoonsmy hand, your hand.
We shall come to know ourselves
as vessels that can hold this moment

for each other, for the greater life
that seeks itself in us, trusts us and
hungers in us. Let us be vesselsç
openingsçsheltering space.

Gunilla Norris

As bread is baked in a hot oven,
each of us has gone through flame and fire on our way to becoming bread for one another.
Each of us who receives bread from a sister or brother,
knows that he or she has also gone through flame and fire
on the way to becoming bread for us.
The fire prepares each one of us for becoming bread that satisfies.

Norris reminds us that:
``When we look at the loaf we may think how we, too, must go through fire to become ourselves,
to become sustenance for each other and for life itself.
We are each part of this mystery.
This is how life has always been,
how it has manifested itself in the universe
becoming, sustaining, and surrendering to become again another way, another time.''

The good news the gospel of this story of becoming bread for one another
The good news is that we are bread that satisfies,
and that our giving is enough,
that our receiving is holy,
that our loving-through-feeding is sacred indeed.

Norris writes:

Plenty
Having shared our bread,
we know that we are
no longer hungry. It is enough

that you see me for myself.
That I see you for yourself.
That we bless what we see

and do not borrow, do not use
one another. This is how we know
we are no longer hungryçthat

the world is full of terror, full of beauty
and yet we are not afraid to find solace here.
To be bread for each other. To love.

Gunilla Norris

The world is full of terror, full of beauty
and yet we are not afraid to find solace here.
To be bread for each other. To love.


Let us be bread.
Let us be the bread of life.
Let us be the bread of life for our sisters and our brothers.

Let us receive bread.
Let us receive the bread of life.
Let us receive the bread of life from our sister and our brothers.
``Arise and eat!''
Amen.
Thu, 15 Feb 2007 17:01:51 GMT Megan M Ramer
091706_Follow_Me_to_the_Polls http://chicagocomm.il.us.mennonite.net/:=091706_Follow_Me_to_the_Polls.rtf@CB2.Worship/Sermons Chicago Community Mennonite Church
17 September 2006
Proper 19 Mennonite World Conference Peace Sunday
(honoring International Day of Peace: September 21)
Sermon: ``Follow me to the polls!''
Megan M. Ramer

Matthew 4:17-25

From that time Jesus began to proclaim, ``repent, for the kingdom of heaven has come near.'' As he walked by the sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers, Simon, who is called Peter, and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the seafor they were fishermen. And he said to them, ``Follow me, and I will make you fish for people.'' Immediately they left their nets and followed him. As he went from there, he saw two other brothers, James son of Zebedee and his brother John, in the boat with their father Zebedee, mending their nets, and he called them. Immediately they left the boat and their father, and followed him. Jesus went throughout Galilee, teaching in their synagogues and proclaiming the good news of the kingdom and curing every disease and every sickness among the people. So his fame spread throughout all Syria, and they brought to him all the sick, those who were afflicted with various diseases and pains, demoniacs, epileptics, and paralytics, and he cured them. And great crowds followed him from Galilee, the Decapolis, Jerusalem, Judea, and from beyond the Jordan.

The International Day of Peace is coming up this week September 21.
Mennonite World Conference Peace Sunday.
Actually, it's next Sunday, but we have a special service planned for that Sunday,
so we're like John the Baptist preparing the way for Peace Sunday.

All Anabaptist congregations around the globe
who choose to participate and respond to the call from Mennonite World Conference,
will be focusing on the same Scripture,
joined together in study and reflection, united in our prayers for peace,
bound by our common commitment to follow Jesus.
We have heard from the gospel of Matthew Jesus' calling of the disciples,
we have heard Jesus repeat, ``Follow me'',
and again and again individuals and crowds did just that followed him.
And for the millennia since, individuals and crowds have claimed to do just the same
follow Jesus.

What does that call mean to the global Anabaptist community in this time and place?
What does that call mean to this congregation in this time and place?

Historically, many Anabaptist communities answered this call by separating themselves from ``worldliness''
by disengaging and refusing to participate in the kingdoms and systems of this world
by attempting, as literally as possible, to be in the world and not of it.
Historically Anabaptists have followed Jesus to the very fringes of society,
sometimes to uncharted territory,
and often with little to no communication with those outside the fold.

In the past couple of decades, Anabaptist communities have increasingly moved to a more active engagement in their worlds and contexts.
Increasingly, Anabaptists have followed Jesus,
if not to the center of the kingdoms and systems of this world,
at least to a place of more active interaction with them and participation in them.
WWII and Conscientious Objector status;
Vietnam and the anti-war movementç
The Vietnam War, more than any other world event before and arguably since, challenged Mennonites to a more active engagement in their peacemaking efforts.
In a break from their former complete separation from the State,
some Mennonites organized letter-writing campaigns,
and some church groups drafted and issued official statements against the war.
The theology of active nonviolent peacemaking largely followed the embodiment of it beginning in the 1970's and continuing through today.
Mennonite experienced shift in emphasis from nonresistant ways of making peace to more active but still nonviolent ways of making peaceçaway from not resisting evil to resisting evil nonviolently. Leo Driedger & Donald B. Kraybill Mennonite Peacemaking: From Quietism to Activism (Scottdale PA: Herald Press, 1994), 157.
Mennonites began to live their way
into deeper understanding of what it meant to follow Jesus.

The black-led Freedom Struggle / Civil Rights movementç
and Vincent Hardingç
an anonymous observer within the Mennonite community during the Civil Rights Movement is quoted as having said, "Vince [Vincent Harding] did more to convert many Mennonites to active nonviolent peacemaking (a la King) than any of the theologians or official pronouncements of the church!" Ibid., 112.
though we were sluggishç
I happen to know from Vincent that this is precisely the time he left the Mennonite Church for its slow response, and hesitancy to really get involved with the movement.

But our story has been in motion, if only a very slow oneç
And I think we've mostly conducted ourselves in a way that is consistent with our former ways of living, moving, and having our being in our worlds.
We haven't abandoned our commitment to being disciples of Jesus,
we've merely reinterpreted what it means to follow Jesus.

I recently had a conversation with someone who was asking about the presence of ``Christian language'' in a particular community.
He was differentiating between ``Christian language'' and ``peace-and-justice language''
and inquiring into the presence of both or eitherç
and by ``Christian language'' we eventually clarified that he meant specifically theological language, a language that includes words like ``salvation'' and ``sin'' and ``atonement''
and I found myself resistant to the differentiation at all.
I began to articulate in that conversation,
and since have clarified for myself,
my belief that peace and justice language is Christian language;
political language is Christian language.
And a supposed boundary between them is false; a fallacy.
Jesus spoke a political language, a language of personal, social and economic transformation, a language of radically altered systems in which justice might prevail.
And so all of those languages are Christian languages.
If Jesus is our model, teacher, and guide,
then the would-be separation and distinction is a false one.

The invitation of Jesus to ``Follow me''
begs the question: ``follow whom exactly?''
To read the gospel accounts closely reveals that we are do not follow a Jesus who has been spiritualized to the point of cosmic boyfriend
to whom we sing a Jessica-Simpson-like love song.
To read the gospel accounts closely reveals that we follow a Jesus who is a compassionate healer, religion scholar, and political renegade who speaks a traitorous language of new kingdoms and new Caesars (son of God).

Answering the invitation to follow Jesus, I believe, will bring contemporary Anabaptists into the heart of the political sphere.
çJohn Howard Yoder helped Mennonite see this several decades ago with
The Politics of Jesus.
John Howard Yoder saved us from the fallacy of a spiritualized apolitical Jesus in 1972 with the publication of his seminal work, The Politics of Jesus.
It isn't meaningless coincidence or accident that he gets quoted repeatedly in every Mennonite academic conference I've ever attended.
His work profoundly and forever changed the Mennonite community's understanding of Jesus' identity as a political persona.
Jesus' language was political language,
and his work was political work.
Had all that ``kingdom of God'' stuff just been about palaces in clouds and winged harpists, Jesus would have lived a long life.
He didn't get executed by the State for heavenly kingdoms light years away,
he was executed by the State for viable political challenge he levied against it,
he was executed by the State for the very real threat he posed to the political order,
he was executed by the State for inspiring to action those moved by his visions of new kingdoms and a new Caesar; a new son of God; a new Lord.
Jesus did not follow established political systems in order to ascend to power,
but he did participate in them insofar as he continued to speak their language in a subversive manner and speak in public forums.

A contact of mine encouraged me to host a Voter Registration Sunday.
And initially I felt hesitant nay, I felt downright resistant.
Voter Registration does not belong in Church, I reacted internally.
Some of that lingering Two-Kingdom residue in me, I guess
something so dirty as politics cannot find a home in our sacred time and space.
In this little internal process of mine, I grew toward eventual certainty
that voter registration belongs in the church!
What better place to consecrate our engagement in the political systems of our day,
then to initiate that engagement here in our sacred time and space?

PACT Public Action for Change Today
``We are nonpartisan and pragmatic. We teach democracy through grassroots action. We are a group of young Chicagoans Black, White, Latino, Asian, Muslim, Jewish, Christian, Hindu, Working- and Middle-Class who are organizing across our differences to build collective power for social justice.''

Whenever we engage in the political process, my dear Mennonites,
we engage in holy, sanctified work.
Whenever we witness to the State, my dear Anabaptists,
we respond affirmatively to the Jesus who invites us to follow.

We run the risk of being so turned off by the religious right's hijacking of a party,
and abuse of a sacred language,
that we do our best to hide our faith and just be another humanist citizen doing her duty.
I do think there are other alternatives in bringing our faith language into political discourse. We can do this in the spirit of Jesus, who modeled another way for us.
I believe it would be healthy if we didn't have to hide our deepest convictions
this is tricky, but important
for example, it makes absolute Anabaptist sense to me to say,
even in a supposed secular or publicly political arena,
"This is how my Christian tradition impacts the way I view immigration.''
I had a professor at Iliff, albeit Presbyterian, and one of the men I respect most in this world truly a dear soul, and a precious brother in the struggle.
He often talked about the ways in which our public dialogue would be
enriched by honest discussion of the ways in which we are influenced by our religious traditions and convictions.

To follow Jesus is to refute the fallacy of separate and distinct religious and political identities.
To follow Jesus is to deny a separation between a secular self and a self of faith.
Jesus modeled for us wholeness, and prophetic witness to the State out of one's religious convictions convictions, in fact that are religious and political and economic and social.
Walter Rauschenbusch, one of the social gospelers of the early twentieth-century,
once said,
"you will know a Christian order of society in that it makes bad people do good things, and you will know a non-Chrisitan order of society in that it makes good people do bad things."
Now my separation of church and state genes get more than a little jumpy when I hear the phrase ``Christian order of society.''
I don't think that's exactly what we're about.
And he was writing for a different time and a different place.
But I do resonate and resonate deeply with his more general underlying sentiment:
There's an awful lot of bad stuff being done in our namesç
Remember the anti-war campaign ``Not in my name''?
I do believe that we can be partners in helping to craft a society that helps us all to do more good things, and to have more good things done in our name.

And that grand vision certainly requires more than simply showing up at the voting booth.
That grand vision means that at least some of us need to be paying very close attention to the political process, and then informing the rest of us so that we can all write letters, make phone calls, schedule meetings with our representatives and begin to engage more fully the systems around us.

And so we find ourselves living in the same tension that Jesus and the new people of God gathering around him facedç
creating and living in alternative community
doing things radically differently than they have previously been done
and the way they are done all around us
stepping away from the established systems to form our own
in the spirit of Jesus' Sermon on the Mount: ``You have heardçBut I say to youç''while at the same time engaging those same established systems,
speaking their language, but in subversive ways,
not simply doing our alternative community thing far enough in the outer rings of the wilderness that we dodge the entrenched political powers and systems of our day,
but continually surfacing at the seats of political power,
and sticking around long enough to have some spirited discussion
offer and receive challenge, ask questions, answer questions with story.
Speak and listen and engage.

quote passed on through Jean Miller Schmidt (source? social gospelist??)
"I shall look at the world through tears
perhaps i shall see things that dry-eyed I cannot see"
Kevin Key emailed me later in the week with the source: Nicholas Wolterstorff's book Lament for a Son . Wolterstorff's reflections on the tragic death of his son Eric..."I shall look at the world through tears," wrote Wolterstorff. "Perhaps I shall see things that dry-eyed I could not see."

I don't know, but it seems a good way to approach the voting booth as wellç
I shall look at the ballot through tears;
perhaps I shall see things that dry-eyed I cannot seeç
Maybe this is the way that we follow Jesus into the political sphere
with a sincere commitment to the humanity of this often machinated process.

Whenever we engage in the political process, my dear Mennonites,
we engage in holy, sanctified peacemaking work.
Whenever we witness to the State, my dear Anabaptists,
we respond affirmatively to the Jesus who invites us to follow,
and the Jesus who calls Peacemakers blessed.

Jesus invites us still to follow him.

from Kevin Key via email:
Here's the attribution for the quote you used this morning. I remembered to look it up, because it strikes me as an interesting phrase to attempt to illustrate in fabric. Anyway, I found this:
"Nicholas Wolterstorff's book "Lament for a Son--Wolterstorff's reflections on the tragic death of his son Eric. I thought that rereading this book might give me some perspective..."I shall look at the world through tears," wrote
Wolterstorff. "Perhaps I shall see things that dry-eyed I could not see."

Thu, 15 Feb 2007 17:02:41 GMT Megan M Ramer
100106_Jesus'_Global_Table http://chicagocomm.il.us.mennonite.net/:=100106_Jesus _Global_Table.rtf@CB2.Worship/Sermons Chicago Community Mennonite Church
1 October 2006
Proper 21 World Communion Sunday & Dyrst family commissioning
Sermon: Jesus' Global Table
Megan M. Ramer

Hebrew Bible Reading: Numbers 11:4-16, 24-29_
Gospel Reading:
Mark 9:38-50

Moses, frustrated with the complaining of the people, begins to feel justifiably overwhelmedç
like the burden is too much to carry for him alone.
``I am not able to carry all this people alone, for they are too heavy for me.''
And indeed, he feels that way because it is so.
The burden of an entire people's well-being necessarily needs to be shared by an entire people and not a single individual.
In response to Moses' lament, God instructs Moses to gather 70 elders,
``and [God] took some of the spirit that was on [Moses] and put it on the seventy elders; and when the spirit rested upon them, they prophesied.''
Seems like really good news for less than a fraction of a narrative second.
For in the very next sentence, we learn:
``But they did not do so again.''
So the relief for Moses lasts all of a moment.
It seems more like a gesture of cruelty on the part of God
for Moses to have tasted the succulence of shared ministry,
only to have his partnerships immediately thereafter dissolved
seems less appealing than never having had partners at all.

Thankfully, despite the tone of disheartening finality in that line:
``But they did not do so again''
The story does not, in fact, conclude there.
We learn that two men remained in the camp
while the 70 gathered with Moses for their brilliantly brief careers in prophesying.
Their names are Eldad and Medad
and the author of Numbers tells us that the spirit rested on them,
much in the same way, we suppose, that the spirit rested on the 70.
Though the ministries of Eldad and Medad seem to have had a bit more impact,
given the fact that they ignite suspicion and concern in their neighbors,
or at least inspire a rousing round of gossipy tattle-taling on the part of one ``young man''
who, the narrative tells us, ran to inform Moses.
And Joshua son of Nun, the assistant of Moses, one of his chosen men, said, `My lord Moses, stop them!' But Moses said to him, `Are you jealous for my sake? Would that all the Lord's people were prophets, and that the Lord would put his spirit on them!'

Would that all God's people were prophets,
and that God would put the Holy Spirit on themç
I wonder if Moses really knows what he's saying here.
Blinded by his exhaustion??
Blissfully ignorant about what happens when all God's people start prophesying?

Today is World Communion Sunday.
The entire Christian world gathers around the communion table this day.
This means a number of things:
It means that there's an exciting array of breads (today from a Mexican bakery)
It means that together we compose a patchwork of multi-colored brillianceç
from the tones of our skins to the hues of our clothes.
It means that from the table rises a Pentecostal palate of languagesç
a harmonious cacophony of sounds
or the other way around: a cacophonous harmony of sounds.
AND it means that we represent a whole heavenly host of various theologies, ethics, worship styles, images of God, and understandings of what it means to be disciples of the one we call Christ.

I really haven't done any global church work.
I have lived overseas and had other shorter-term international experiences,
in which church played roles ranging from minor to more major and significant.
And I know experientially that it's not allç
(singing) ``I'd like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony!''
or
(singing) ``We are the world, we are the children,
we are the ones who make a brighter day so let's start givingç''
A global church gathering means a whole lot of theology and practice and ethics and worship norms that feel exciting and inspiring to me at best,
slightly odd and uncomfortable to me somewhere in the middle,
and downright frightening or dangerous or offensive to me at the other extreme.

I admit that I resonate with Joshua's desire to stop the prophesying men back at campç
at least until their teaching, ministries, and impact on the people could be observed and assessed.
I resonate with the disciples halting the healing ministry of one who wasn't following Jesus in the way they understood to be the only or at least the best way to follow;
and with their reporting back to Jesus expecting a disciple-of-the-year award.
Or at the very least a simple ``thank you''.
Instead Jesus says, ``Don't stop him!''
Followed by this simultaneously liberating and confounding formula:
``Whoever is not against us is for us.''

I say simultaneously liberating and confounding,
because I love the radical inclusivity of the Jesus who says such a thing.
``Whoever is not against us is for us.''
I've reminded folks of this one in opportune times when I felt some were being unjustly excluded from full membership and participation and leadership in the body of Christç
gay folks, women, co-habitors, democrats
all those considered extremely suspect in some of my former (and current) circles.
I've reminded others of this little working principle in times when I knew thank God the more Christ-like way to judge who's in and who's out.
``Whoever is not against us is for us.''
And I've ignored it when I've poked at or bashed those with whom I vehemently disagree on matters of theology and ethics and worship styles and images of God and understandings of what it means to be a disciple of Jesusç

It's confounding because, in my own inconsistencies, I don't 100% trust my ability to determine what it means to be against Jesusç
Because certainly there are theologies, ethics, etc. -
many of which are gathered around the world communion table with us this very day
there are certainly some that are against the Jesus of the gospels.
How do we discern between those theologies and practices with which we disagree
and those that are actually harmful against the Spirit of Christ?

I do think there are ways to more systematically and graciously assess such a thing
I believe that the Bible and our tradition and our collective array of experiences and our abilities to reason
are good resources for discerning as communities what it is that the Spirit calls us to.
For discerning what is simply different and what is destructive.

This morning isn't about systematic process, however.
This morning is about gathering with the world at the table Jesus prepared for us,
the table to which we are invited over and over despite our own shortcomings
and inconsistencies
and capacities to cause harm
and abilities to get it wrong.
We are invited with the whole world to eat of the bread and drink of the cup,
and in so doing to remember Christç
to re-member the global body of Christ.

We do that primarily in spirit this morning (also in body? William & Marina!)
While we are overwhelmingly NorthAmerican-born and bred,
This congregation does have quite a wealth of international communing experience:
Philippines, Kenya, Botswana, Mozambique, Palestine and Israel, Colombia, China, Spain, India, South Africaç
And we also send the Dyrsts this morning to commune in Mexico.
Gathering around a global communion table, and doing so over and over again
(like learning to ride a bike without training wheels) we may find ourselves
with the grace of God growing in love and compassion.
By sharing our breads and drinking from one cup,
we may find ourselves in a better place to welcome difference true difference
with all its frustrations and gifts.
By remembering Christ at the World Communion table, we WILL, in fact,
re-member the global body of Christ.

``It is the Liberian Communion table at Monrovia United Methodist Church on Sunday, April 2, 2006 that is the source of this haunting. I was in church as a guest of Liberia's new hope, President Ellen Johnson-Sirleaf, the first woman African Head of State. I was in the country as part of a team led by Ambassador Swanee Hunt, who had been asked by Johnson-Sirleaf to provide trainings for the newly elected Parliament, the government Ministers, and civil society membersç
In Johnson-Sirleaf's Liberia, boy soldiers, who are now between ages 15 and 25, uneducated and vocationally untrained, make up half of the adult male population of the country. These, and other, ex-combatants have killed and maimed, terrorized and raped many, many of their countrymen and women. Estimates say 40% of the Liberian females over age 8 have been raped. These soldiers are also infamous for hacking off the hands of the men and children in villages that did not side with them, especially in neighboring Sierra Leoneç
But the Communion table was different. We were there with ex-combatants and with women and girls that had been raped. Men whose hands had been cut off were there and so were the President, her guests, and American secret service men. The amazing choir was there with the many pastors and officers of the church. Ordinary citizens, government officials, many children, and folks in wheelchairs were with us too. There was no other table that could include them all, every member of society and the outsiders as well. There was no other table in the land that had us come together for the express purpose of inviting us all into reflection, assuming personal responsibility and repentance, seeking forgiveness and reconciliation; offering each the possibility for healing and transformation. Offering the internal and collective place where the true rebuilding of a nation can begin.'' (Michelle Hovey)

Call to Worship  Psalm 19:7-14
One:     The law of God is perfect, reviving the soul;
L:       the decrees of God are sure, making wise the simple;
R:       the precepts of God are right, rejoicing the heart;
One:     the commandment of God is clear, enlightening the eyes;
L:       the reverence of God is pure, enduring forever;
R:       the ordinances of God are true and righteous altogether.
One:     More to be desired are they than gold, even much fine gold;
All:     sweeter also than honey, and drippings of the honeycomb.
One:     Moreover by them is your servant warned; in keeping them there is great reward. But who can detect their errors?
All:     Clear me from hidden faults.
One:     Keep back your servant also from the insolent; do not let them have dominion over me. Then I shall be blameless, and innocent of great transgression.
All:     Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable to you, O God, my rock and my redeemer.

Numbers 11:4-16, 24-29

The rabble among them had a strong craving; and the Israelites also wept again, and said
, `If only we had meat to eat! We remember the fish we used to eat in Egypt for nothing, the cucumbers, the melons, the leeks, the onions, and the garlic; but now our strength is dried up, and there is nothing at all but this manna to look at.'

Now the manna was like coriander seed, and its colour was like the colour of gum resin. The people went around and gathered it, ground it in mills or beat it in mortars, then boiled it in pots and made cakes of it; and the taste of it was like the taste of cakes baked with oil. When the dew fell on the camp in the night, the manna would fall with it.

Moses heard the people weeping throughout their families, all at the entrances of their tents. Then the Lord became very angry, and Moses was displeased. So Moses said to the Lord
, `Why have you treated your servant so badly? Why have I not found favour in your sight, that you lay the burden of all this people on me? Did I conceive all this people? Did I give birth to them, that you should say to me, ``Carry them in your bosom, as a nurse carries a sucking child'', to the land that you promised on oath to their ancestors? Where am I to get meat to give to all this people? For they come weeping to me and say, ``Give us meat to eat!'' I am not able to carry all this people alone, for they are too heavy for me. If this is the way you are going to treat me, put me to death at onceif I have found favour in your sightand do not let me see my misery.'

The Seventy Elders
So the Lord said to Moses, `Gather for me seventy of the elders of Israel, whom you know to be the elders of the people and officers over them; bring them to the tent of meeting, and have them take their place there with you.

So Moses went out and told the people the words of the Lord; and he gathered seventy elders of the people, and placed them all around the tent. Then the Lord came down in the cloud and spoke to him,
and took some of the spirit that was on him and put it on the seventy elders; and when the spirit rested upon them, they prophesied. But they did not do so again.

Two men remained in the camp, one named Eldad, and the other named Medad, and the spirit rested on them; they were among those registered, but they had not gone out to the tent, and so they prophesied in the camp. And a young man ran and told Moses, `Eldad and Medad are prophesying in the camp.' And Joshua son of Nun, the assistant of Moses, one of his chosen men, said, `My lord Moses, stop them!' But Moses said to him, `Are you jealous for my sake? Would that all the Lord's people were prophets, and that the Lord would put his spirit on them!'

Mark 9:38-50

Another Exorcist
John said to him, `Teacher, we saw someone casting out demons in your name, and we tried to stop him, because he was not following us.' But Jesus said, `Do not stop him; for no one who does a deed of power in my name will be able soon afterwards to speak evil of me. Whoever is not against us is for us. For truly I tell you, whoever gives you a cup of water to drink because you bear the name of Christ will by no means lose the reward.

Temptations to Sin
`If any of you put a stumbling-block before one of these little ones who believe in me, it would be better for you if a great millstone were hung around your neck and you were thrown into the sea. If your hand causes you to stumble, cut it off; it is better for you to enter life maimed than to have two hands and to go to hell, to the unquenchable fire. And if your foot causes you to stumble, cut it off; it is better for you to enter life lame than to have two feet and to be thrown into hell. And if your eye causes you to stumble, tear it out; it is better for you to enter the kingdom of God with one eye than to have two eyes and to be thrown into hell, where their worm never dies, and the fire is never quenched.

`For everyone will be salted with fire. Salt is good; but if salt has lost its saltiness, how can you season it? Have salt in yourselves, and be at peace with one another.'

Thu, 15 Feb 2007 17:03:11 GMT Megan M Ramer
110506_Selah http://chicagocomm.il.us.mennonite.net/:=110506_Selah.rtf@CB2.Worship/Sermons Chicago Community Mennonite Church
5 November 2006
Proper 26 Psalms Series
Sermon: Selah
Megan M. Ramer

Psalm 99
Psalm 65

Selah.
A Hebrew word difficult to translate.
Selah.
A Hebrew word that punctuates the Psalms in our Psalter, left untranslated.
Selah.
Perhaps best translated, ``stop and listen.''
Selah.
Stop and listen.

It functions like an Amen, in some ways
It stresses the importance of something that has just been said,
and invites the listener, the speaker, the pray-er,
to pause.
And to reflect on what has just been said.
Selah.
Stop and listen.

I was on the train this morning.
I heard a loud, violent sneeze the kind that gets the attention of all,
including, in this case, the sneezer himself,
who was startled awake by his own sneeze.
I responded, perhaps more loudly and heartily than usual in order to match the volume of the sneeze, ``Bless you.''
This also startled the sneezer and confused him.
After searching in the direction of the ``Bless you,''
he found me with his eyes and said,
``Thank you.''
Puffy bloodshot eyes told a story of,
if not drunkenness,
then sheer exhaustion and overworkedness,
and I was overcome with an urge to whisper,
``Selah.''
Stop and listen.
You are blessed.
Selah.

I'm struck by how not unlike the Psalms this little encounter was
a common everyday thing saying ``Bless you'' after a sneeze.
And yet how profound blessing a complete stranger in a public space.
Many of us don't even regularly say ``hello'' to strangers in public
but I don't know about you
but I find it difficult to remain silent in the aftermath of a sneeze.
Such a seemingly insignificant thing to say ``Bless you.''
And yet, in so doing, we offer blessing to another.
Bless you.
Selah.
Stop and listen.
You are blessed.

These Psalms are also full of everyday sorts of things
regret and success,
rage and joy,
sorrow and celebration,
desire for revenge and songs of worship,
feelings of abandonment and statements of faith,
doubt and hope.
The whole basket of things that make up our lives
the good, the benign, the bad, and the ugly.
And punctuating the Psalmsç
Selah.
Stop and listen.
All these everyday sorts of things are sacred.
Selah.
Stop and listen.
These Psalms represent the full range of human emotion,
human desire,
in conversation with God.
Selah.
The full range of
your emotion
the full range of
your desire
your ``deeply human utterances''
can all be addressed directly to God.
Selah.

In the Psalms we have a fantastic resource
in praying those things we may fear to pray.
I have to admit in selecting Psalms for this morning,
I cringed more than once
and skipped over Psalms that seemed a bit too harsh,
a bit too raw,
a bit too vengeful,
a bit too vulgar.
But there they are.
Written over the course of five centuries,
preserved by oral tradition
until they were written in Hebrew around the 6
th century BCE
transcribed countless times since then
alive for nearly three millennia.
Selah.

Stop and listen
and you may hear the voices of the multitudes who have prayed these songs,
and sung these prayers before you.
Stop and listen
and you may hear the scratch of quill on parchment,
the tapping of fingers on keys,
you may hear scribes of many eras preserving, formatting, praying these Psalms.
Stop and listen
and you may hear choirs singing these Psalms
several centuries or millennia in the future.
Stop and listen.

Stop and listen, and you will hear:
``The Lord is my Shepherdç'' (23)
``Have mercy on me O God according to your loving kindnessç'' (51)
``How long, O Lord, will you forget me?'' (13)
``Bless the Lord, O my soul; and all that is within me, bless his holy name!'' (102)
``By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down and wept.'' (137)
``God is our refuge and strength, an ever present help in troubleç'' (46)
``I praise you for I am fearfully and wonderfully madeç'' (139)
``My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?'' (22)

Selah.

The Psalms are overwhelming written in the singular,
but I can assure you
they are prayed in the plural.
Stop and listen.
Selah.

Thu, 15 Feb 2007 17:03:41 GMT Megan M Ramer
111906_Gratitude_Not_Befit_Pollyanna http://chicagocomm.il.us.mennonite.net/:=111906_Gratitude_Not_Befit_Pollyanna.rtf@CB2.Worship/Sermons Chicago Community Mennonite Church
19 November 2006
Proper 28 Psalms
Series Psalms of Thanksgiving
Sermon: Gratitude Not Befit Pollyanna
Megan M. Ramer

Psalm 107
Psalm 30

We've heard two Psalms of Thanksgiving this morning.
And our national day of giving thanks for the opportunity to gorge ourselves on turkey or tofurkey (whatever your pleasure) is coming up later this week.
And the fact of these two things is not coincidence.
It seemed rather clever to organize our Psalm series in such a way as to focus on thanksgiving the week of thanksgivingç

I've been reflecting this week on the topic of giving thanks of gratitude.
I've been wondering how to preach a Thanksgiving sermon that doesn't come off as Pollyannaish which I may be prone to sometimes.
Call it an occupational hazard: perpetual optimism.
But I didn't want a Pollyannaish Thanksgiving sermon.
Like the little girl in the original Superman movie,
whose cat, Friskie, Superman iconically rescues from a tree.
With Friskie safely returned to her embrace, she gazes up at her superhero,
large eyes aglow,
``Gee, thanks, mister!''
I know there's something more to these Psalms,
and that the whole notion of giving thanks can't be so trite as,
``Gee, thanks, God!''
That kind of thanksgiving is the kind that induces anger or sadness in those many among us and around us who
don't feel thankful
whose cats haven't been rescued by a handsome man of steel and heart.
That kind of thanksgiving is the kind that induces anger or sadness in those many among us and around us for whom the upcoming holidays
supposed times of warmth and good cheer
are incredibly difficult. Depressing. And even suicidal.
So I'm not interested in Pollyanna-ing this morning.
There needs to be another way.


What is gratitude then?
Insert your own adjective hereç
What is
true gratitude? real gratitude? full gratitude?
honest gratitude? meaningful gratitude?
What makes our gratitude more than, ``Gee, thanks, God!''?

The gratitude that the Psalms of Thanksgiving invite us into is more layered and complex than that.
It is a gratitude that contains within it past, present and future.
This deeper gratitude remembers the past,
is aware of the present,
and trusts or hopes for the future.

Gratitude remembers the past,
is aware of the present,
and trusts or hopes for the future.

The Psalms of Thanksgiving model this for us:
holding together in one coherent whole past, present, and future.
In Psalm 30,
the singer, the pray-er, the author of this Psalm,
reveals attentiveness to the present.
He I'll presume the author's a ``he''
He names the fundamental transformation he is experiencing, present tense:
You have turned my mourning into dancing;
you have taken off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,
so that my soul may praise you and not be silent._
And indeed, in this praying in this thanksgiving
the soul of the Psalmist is
not silent.
The soul of the Psalmist sings, and as he tells us, dances.

But simultaneous to this naming of present,
the Psalmist actually begins by recalling the adversity he has faced in the past.
The Psalmist, in his dialogue with God, first remembers how awful it was.
He was dragged down to the pit, foes longed to rejoice over himç
As for me, I said in my prosperity, "I shall never be moved."
By your favor, O LORD,_you had established me as a strong mountain;
you hid your face; I was dismayed.
To you, O LORD, I cried, and to the LORD I made supplication:
"What profit is there in my death, if I go down to the Pit?
Will the dust praise you? Will it tell of your faithfulness?
Hear, O LORD, and be gracious to me! O LORD, be my helper!"__
Next week we'll be focusing on Psalms of Lament,
but you can see here that there is overlap.
The Psalmist recalls his lament like the one Jesus quotes from the cross
``My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?''
The Psalmist remembers that it was God who made him great,
who established him as a strong mountain.
And then it was God who turned away,
whose face was hidden from sightç
a cruel game of giveth and taketh away.

And finally, present salvation named, and past lament remembered,
the Psalmist rounds out his gratitude by singing his hope and his faith in the future:
Sing praises to the LORD, O you faithful ones,
and give thanks to God's holy name.
For God's anger is but for a moment;_and God's favor is for a lifetime.
Weeping may linger for the night,_but joy comes with the morningç
(and the final words of the Psalm)
O LORD my God, I will give thanks to you forever.

Notice how the Psalmist invites others into his song of thanks
gratitude is a communal task it is a
practice
and it is something that we practice best
together .
Together, we have a better chance of arriving at a g
ratitude that remembers the past,
is aware of the present,
and trusts or hopes for the future.
Because history is not just a set of facts to be memorized,
but history is an ongoing process of interpreting, re-interpreting and learning,
we need one another to more wholly remember the past.
Because the present isn't just an identifiable context and an understandable situation,
but the present is something
perceived
and something perceived from multiple and varied vantage points
we need one another to more wholly remain aware of the truth(s) of the present.
And because the future is more than often unknown,
or frightening,
or seemingly impossible to navigate,
or bleak,
we need one another to speak trust and hope for us.

The Thanksgiving holiday almost upon us requires this kind of layered work as well.
CPT delegation to Kenora Ontario in July/August calling for fast
Carol Rose wrote article detailing what I see as ``gratitude''ç
past
sin of European colonization of this continent, and our complicity in 500 year occupation treaties that were never intended to be honored and never will be
present
aboriginal trapper government licensed trap lines government licensed logging company stripped the whole area livelihood and home = gone! newspapers (printed on the pulp of those trees, of course) don't even report this tragedy another breached treaty
future
(personal growth) fasting = reflection time deeper understanding of difference between receiving and taking (communal growth) hope for more just relationships that come from entering into more circles of mutual learning, story-sharing, truth-telling

Not all of you not all of us will feel called to join their fasting this week,
though some of us may.
I do invite you, however, into a full gratitude with your community
with a friend or a group of friends,
with a housemate,
with your children,
with your spouse,
with your extended family if that works for you.
Talk together about the past you are remembering,
(for example, some of my Thanksgiving celebrations of yore have been profoundly meaningful times with family and that, too, is a
true story of Thanksgiving past).
So talk together about the past you are remembering,
Talk together about the future you are trusting in the future you are hoping for,
and then realize a present that bridges those two
realize a present that honors a past and enables a future

This all makes me think of an article I just read last week in the Trib.
The headline read:
``Edna's serves helping of soul to ex-convicts''
and it tells the story of Edna's Restaurant, right here on the West Side
not too far from here, on Madison.
Edna's has been a community cornerstone for 40+ years
all the way back to when Edna's father insisted that Martin Luther King Jr. and his colleagues in town to fight housing discrimination eat for free.
When King was meeting in this building, preaching in this very room,
he was eating at Edna's, compliments of her father, for free.
Local politicians broker deals, launch campaigns and even headquarter, at Edna's,
Famous celebrities come for Edna's famed soul food,
and regulars shoot the breeze over Edna's always-fresh biscuits and corn bread.
In the last five years, Edna Stewart says she's hired about 100 ex-offenders.
Michael Lay is one of them.
past
26-year-old parolee, who had been in jail for two years on drug charges
present
arrested Oct 20 on forgery charges released from McHenry County Jail Nov 3 and planning to talk with Edna about getting his job back
future
unknown Edna, who knows that not every ex-offender will work out (but who wholeheartedly believes each ought to be given a second chance), Edna is keeping an open mind according to the article she said ``We are going to have to talk this whole thing outçAfter we talk it out, we shall see where it goes.''

This is a story of thanksgiving
a story of gratitude in the spirit of the Psalms of Thanksgiving
a
gratitude that remembers the past,
is aware of the present,
and trusts or hopes for the future.

The thanksgiving of the Psalms is
not one of denial.
I invite you, this thanksgiving, to practice whole gratitude
and to do so, as much as you are able, in community.

Psalm 107
Tells the story of God's faithfulness to various groups:
-        wanderers,
-        hungry, thirsty
-        those in gloom
-        prisoners
-        sick
-        sinful
-        sailors
-        business people
-        diminished those made small (by others or self)
-        oppressed
-        troubled
-        sorrowful
And the call to communal song is almost immediate in Psalm 107:
Let them thank the LORD for steadfast love,
for God's wonderful works to human kind.
And then it's repeated like a refrain throughout the epic Psalm:
Let them thank the LORD for steadfast love,
for God's wonderful works to human kind.

Let
us give thanks.
Let
us be grateful.
That's no Pollyanna, ``Gee, thanks, Mister.''
That's an informed, faithful, communally-supported and enabled gratitude
a
gratitude that remembers the past,
is aware of the present,
and trusts or hopes for the future.
Let us thank the LORD for steadfast love,
for God's wonderful works to human kind.
Selah.
Amen.


There is a Chinese proverb that reads, ``When you drink from a stream, remember the spring.''

``When you enter the land,'' to paraphrase the caution from Deuteronomy 8:718, ``do not forget the source of your good fortune. Do not say to yourself, `My power and the might of my own hand have gotten me this wealth.'''


God who feeds the animals and clothes the flowers,
God who desires to bless us all,
remind us on this day of Thanksgiving
to strive first for your realm,
in which justice and equality,
laughter and joy, are available to everyone. _Amen.


PSALM 100
translation by Stephen Mitchell

Sing to the Lord, all creatures!
Worship God with your joy;
Praise God with the sound of your laughter.
Know that we all belong to God,
That God is our source and our home.
Enter God's light with thanksgiving;
Fill your hearts with God's praise,
For God's goodness is beyond comprehension
And God's deep love endures forever.

The Myth of Thanksgiving
Although the gathering which took place between the English colonists and the Wampanoag in the autumn of 1621 in Patuxet/New Plymouth has become known as "The First Thanksgiving," it would not have been considered a thanksgiving by the people involved. Not only was it not a "thanksgiving," but also it was also not a "first!" Native Peoples all over this continent have given daily thanks to their Creator for thousands of years. Likewise, celebrating days of thanksgiving was a familiar tradition for the Europeans who eventually colonized North America.

THE NATIONAL DAY OF MOURNING
On Thanksgiving Day, many Native Americans and their supporters gather at the top of Coles Hill, overlooking Plymouth Rock, for the "National Day of Mourning."__
The first National Day of Mourning was held in 1970. The Commonwealth of Massachusetts invited Wampanoag leader Frank James to deliver a speech. When the text of Mr. James' speech, a powerful statement of anger at the history of oppression of the Native people of America, became known before the event, the Commonwealth "disinvited" him. That silencing of a strong and honest Native voice led to the convening of the National Day of Mourning.__
The historical event we know today as the "First Thanksgiving" was a harvest festival held in 1621 by the Pilgrims and their Native American neighbors and allies. It has acquired significance beyond the bare historical facts. Thanksgiving has become a much broader symbol of the entirety of the American experience. Many find this a cause for rejoicing. The dissenting view of Native Americans, who have suffered the theft of their lands and the destruction of their traditional way of life at the hands of the American nation, is equally valid.
__
To some, the "First Thanksgiving" presents a distorted picture of the history of relations between the European colonists and their descendants and the Native People. The total emphasis is placed on the respect that existed between the Wampanoags led by the sachem Massasoit and the first generation of Pilgrims in Plymouth, while the long history of subsequent violence and discrimination suffered by Native People across America is nowhere represented. __
To others, the event shines forth as an example of the respect that was possible once, if only for the brief span of a single generation in a single place, between two different cultures and as a vision of what may again be possible someday among people of goodwill.__
History is not a set of "truths" to be memorized , history is an ongoing process of interpretation and learning. The true richness and depth of history come from multiplicity and complexity, from debate and disagreement and dialogue. There is room for more than one history; there is room for many voices.

CPTnet September 17, 2006 Kenora, Ontario: Call for Thanksgiving Fast (By Carol Rose)
The July/August 2006 CPT Kenora delegation calls a Thanksgiving fast, _repentance of our complicity in the sin of European colonization of this _continent.
We looked where an Anishinaabe elder pointed out the hillside where she _grew up, now occupied by large lakeside vacation homes. We saw officers _harshly drag an aboriginal man out of his corner of peaceful sleep and _shove him into police vehicle. We walked bulldozed gouges through clear _cut wounds where forest recently flourished.
The First Nations community of Trout Lake welcomed us into their _gathering under cedar trees and open sky. We joined a circle of learning _that encompassed building of canoe and community, weaving baskets and _conversation, cooking up pancakes and plans for peacemaking in this 500 _year old occupation.
In response to their gracious welcome, we wonder; How can we live our _way out of the deep wounds and stolen bounty of colonization? How can _we undo the systemic racism that continues to impose upon and rob others _while benefiting us? We seek God's light in the struggle to dismantle _this twin inheritance. Fasting is a listening school. Fasting may _deepen in us the lesson of the difference between receiving and taking.
The Trout Lake community invited us join their feast. Turkey and mashed _potatoes brought other feasts to mind. Although delegates came from _both the United States and Canada, all of us have shared similar _thanksgiving meals. Each of us learned the thanksgiving myth of early _European settlers who were cared for and kept alive by the generosity of _the aboriginal people. This year with fasting we recognize that we have _celebrated that story in ways that covered over the violence of the _European invasion of this land.
The puritan immigrants found the land around Plymouth already cleared _for agriculture. They ate from the harvest stores of villages that were _emptied by European diseases that had already killed over 90 of the _aboriginal population. John Winthrop, governor of the Massachusetts Bay _Colony wrote, "But for the natives in these parts, God hath so pursued _them, as for 300 miles space the greatest part of them are swept away by _the smallpox. So God hath thereby cleared our title to this place." _King James of England offered thanksgiving because "almighty God in his _great goodness and bounty towards us (for sending) this wonderful plague _among the salvages. (sic)"*
The pattern continues. An aboriginal trapper checks her government _licensed trap lines. She finds that a government licensed logging _company has stripped the whole area. Her livelihood and holy home is _stolen. This story is not covered in the newspapers we read that are _printed on the pulp of this harvest. How different is it when we give _thanks for land and comforts that have been taken rather than given?

The Psalms defy our notions of profane and sacred, proving that everything we feel, witness, do unto others, and have done to us is acceptable subject matter for conversing with the Divine. They invite us to bring every part of ourselves into our houses of worship. If we omit expressions of faith lost, of rage, of disdain, and of the desire for revenge, we leave parts of ourselves at the door.
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Selah
( : ___ ) may mean "stop and listen", within the context of a prayer or psalms, is similar in purpose to in that it stresses the importance of the preceding passage.
In this way, Selah is thought to imply that one should pause and reflect on what has been said. Alternatively, Selah may be a musical notation (thus explaining its use throughout ) or may mean "forever", as it does in some places in the liturgy (notably the second to last blessing of the ).

Selah is also used in modern music; most frequently at the end of spoken-word segments of songs. Its usage is again presumably to accentuate the magnitude and importance of that which has been said.

The word "psalm" is derived from the Greek "psalmos," which translates the Hebrew "mizmor"; these all mean a song recited to the accompaniment of a stringed instrument. The times of composition for the psalms range across at least five centuries; the earliest psalm is probably Ps 29, which is adapted from early Canaanite worshipçThe majority of the psalms, however, originated in the preexilic, monarchic period, and are associated with the Jerusalem TempleçPs 141.2, "Let my prayer be counted as incense before you, and the lifting up of my hands as an evening sacrifice"çSeveral psalms contain allusions to musical performance (e.g., 13.6; 26.7; 30.4; 33.2-3), and may of the superscriptions (headings, though not included in this specific online version see the NRSV) contain detailed, technical references to how the performance should be completed. Unfortunately, many of the technical terms that are ubiquitous in the psalms, including the frequent "Selah," are imperfectly understood, and it is thus very difficult to reconstruct with any certainty exactly how these poems were performedç

The two main types are laments, forming approximately a third of the Psalter, and hymns. Laments can be either individual (Ps 3) or communal (Ps 44). The lament's component parts include the invocation of the name of God, the complaint wherein the psalmist describes the distress experienced, and appeals for divine intervention. Many of these laments include expressions of trust, couched in the past (Ps 6.9, "The Lord has heard my supplication; the Lord accepts my prayer"). It is unclear if this is a reflection of the psalmist's great faith, which is furthered through the recitation of the psalms, or if part of the recitation of the psalm might have included a response to the lament by a cultic official, and the the psalmist might have expressed trust only after this divine reassurance, which does not usually appear in the psalm. The hymns typically focus on the role of God as creator (e.g., Ps 8; 19, 104) or redeemer (Ps 66; 98). These hymns are not connected to specific requests; they are reflective of the religious individual, who wants to have a close connection with God, in the belief that "It is good to give thanks to the Lord, to sing praise to your name, O Most High" (Ps 92.1). The Hebrew title of Psalms, "tehillim" ("praises"), reflects the significance of the genre of hymns to the book.

Still other types of psalms may be isolated in Psalms. For example, Ps 15, which recounts the ideal qualities of the individual who "may abide in your tent" and "may dwell on your holy hill" (v. 1) is likely an entrance liturgy, recited by the worshiper while approaching the Temple. There are several royal psalms (Ps 2), which focus on the king. The number of these psalms, and by extension, the extent to which the Psalter should be viewed as a work with specifically royal focus, is debated, with some scholars contending that the "I" of the Psalter is typically the king. A handful of psalms (e.g., 37; 119) contain the vocabulary of the wisdom books Job, Proverbs, and Ecclesiastes and focus on issues that characterize those books, such as righteousness in contrast to evil; for this reason, they are often called wisdom psalms. Several psalms, especially 93-99, focus on the kingship of God; it is unclear how these might have been used ritually, and especially if they might reflect a Judean New Year festival, which had significant parallels to a Babylonian festival, in which the deity was ritually reinstated as king. Form critics continue to debate the genres of specific psalms, the number of different genres contained in the Psalter, and the psalms' Sitz im Leben, namely the ways in which they were connected to ancient Israelite worship.

çseveral collections or anthologies within the Psalter; the clearest of these is composed of Ps 120-134, each of which begins "A song of ascents." Ps 42-83 are also a collection ("the elohistic Psalter"); these typically call the deity "elohim" (translated "God"), rather than "yhwh" (translated "Lord"), which typifies the rest of the Psalter. A comparison of Ps 14 to the parallel Ps 53 (from the elohistic Psalter) is especially enlightening as an illustration of the anthological nature of the Psalter. Clusters of psalms also begin or end with the words "halelu-yah," "Praise the Lord" (Ps 105-106; 111-113; 115-117; 146-150)ç

Jewish tradition maintains that the Psalms are the work of , basing himself on the writings of ten ancient psalmists (including and ). Many modern scholars see them as the product of several authors or groups of authors, many unknown. Most Psalms are prefixed with introductory words (which are frequently different in the HEBREW- and GREEK- traditions) ascribing them to a particular author or saying something about the circumstances of their composition; only 73 of these introductions claim David as author. Since the Psalms were not written down in Hebrew before the , nearly half a millennium after David's reign (about 1000 BCE), they doubtless depended on oral or hymnic tradition for transmission of any Davidic materialç Psalm 18 is found, with minor variations, also at 2 Samuel 22, for which reason, in accordance with the naming convention used elsewhere in the historic parts of the Bible, it is known as the .

There are thus many ways that the individual psalms might be read. In their earliest stages, they are individual compositions, recited for particular occasions at a variety of sacred sites. Later, some of these were anthologized, and might be understood within the anthology that they are in; e.g., Ps 123 might be understood within the Songs of Ascent. Finally, individual psalms might be understood within the Psalter as a book, either narrating a biography of David, or a book of teaching like the Torah. The main function of psalms within later Jewish and Christian tradition, however, has been as a type of inspirational literature, where later worshipers may find proper words in tradition to express the depths of their religious experience and feelings.

Some Psalms are among the best-known and best-loved passages of Scripture, with a popularity extending well beyond regular church-goers. In particular, the 23rd Psalm ("The Lord is My Shepherd", 22nd in the Greek numbering) offers an immediately appealing message of comfort and is widely chosen for church services, either as a reading or in one of several popular hymn settings; and Psalm 50/51 ("Have mercy on me O God", called the Miserere from the first word in its Latin version) is by far the most sung Psalm of Orthodoxy, in both and Hours , in the sacrament of repentance or confession, and in other settings. Psalm 102/103 ("Bless the Lord, O my soul; and all that is within me, bless his holy name!") is one of the best-known prayers of praise. Psalm 137/136 ("By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down and wept") is a moody, yet eventually triumphant, meditation upon living in , and has been used in at least one , as well as one well-known song; the Orthodox church often uses this hymn during Lent. In popular music, the song is based on Psalm 40 ("I waited patiently for the Lord; and he inclined unto me, and heard my cry.")

çand for Mennonites, Psalm 120:6 (``Too long have I had my dwelling among those who hate peace.'')
çand for harvest, Psalm 65!!!
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Psalms set to Music
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Types of Psalms_Classifying the Psalms by Genre
Dennis Bratcher
Community 12, 44, 58, 60, 74, 79, 80, 83, 85, 89*, 90, 94, 123, 126, 129
Individual 3, 4, 5, 7, 9-10, 13, 14, 17, 22, 25, 26, 27*, 28, 31, 36*, 39, 40:12-17, 41, 42-43, 52*, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 59, 61, 64, 70, 71, 77, 86, 89*, 120, 139, 141, 142
6, 38, 51, 102, 130, 143
35, 69, 83, 88, 109, 137, 140
Community 65*, 67*, 75, 107, 124, 136*
Individual 18, 21, 30, 32*, 34, 40:1-11, 66:13-20, 92, 108*, 116, 118, 138
8*, 105-106, 135, 136
11, 16, 23, 27*, 62, 63, 91, 121, 125, 131
and 8*, 19:1-6, 33, 66:1-12, 67*, 95, 100, 103, 104, 111, 113, 114, 117, 145, 146, 147, 148, 149, 150
Covenant Songs 50, 78, 81, 89*, 132
Royal/Enthronement 2, 18, 20, 21, 29, 45, 47, 72, 93, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99, 101, 110, 144
Songs of Zion 46, 48, 76, 84, 87, 122
Temple Liturgies 15, 24, 68*, 82, 115, 134
1*, 36*, 37, 49, 73, 112, 127, 128, 133
1*, 19:7-14, 119
*These Psalms are difficult to classify because they could fit into more than one group or are mixed types.

Liturgical Psalms of enthronement (gathering) Psalm 99
Thanksgiving Psalms community (praising) Psalm 65
Selah a reflection on the Psalter (receiving God's word)
Lament Psalms (responding) Psalm 10 (1-13 read before sharing; 14-18 read after)
Hymnic / Doxology Psalms (sending) Psalm 150

nov 5 intro to psalms & harvest
nov 12 taize Philip Kendall
nov 19 hymns; psalms of individual & communal thanksgiving Michael Goode
nov 26 world AIDS day psalms of lament (individual & community) Joanne?

Nov 5

Harvest/Fall/Psalms
Proper 26
Megan Ramer Jeanne Clark Karena Mendoza Vic Myers
Nov 12 Proper 27 Peace Sunday
Taize Service
(Phillip)
Taize Service
(Phillip)
Erik Brubaker Philip Kendall
Nov 19

(Thanksgiving 23
rd )
Proper 28
Megan Ramer Michael Goode Anne Horst Sarah Shirk
Nov 26

World AIDS Day
Proper 29
Megan Ramer Ardean?
Joanne Z = backup
Steve Warkentin Philip Kendall


[Psalm 29]_Hymn to the God of the storm
1 Ascribe to the LORD, O heavenly beings,_ascribe to the LORD glory and strength._2 Ascribe to the LORD the glory of his name;_worship the LORD in holy splendor._3 The voice of the LORD is over the waters;_the God of glory thunders,_the LORD, over mighty waters._4 The voice of the LORD is powerful;_the voice of the LORD is full of majesty.__5 The voice of the LORD breaks the cedars;_the LORD breaks the cedars of Lebanon._6 He makes Lebanon skip like a calf,_and Sirion like a young wild ox._7 The voice of the LORD flashes forth flames of fire._8 The voice of the LORD shakes the wilderness;_the LORD shakes the wilderness of Kadesh.__9 The voice of the LORD causes the oaks to whirl,_and strips the forest bare;_and in his temple all say, "Glory!"_10 The LORD sits enthroned over the flood;_the LORD sits enthroned as king forever._11 May the LORD give strength to his people!_May the LORD bless his people with peace!_

LAMENT

[Psalm 3]_Prayer for deliverance from enemies
1 O LORD, how many are my foes!_Many are rising against me;_2 many are saying to me,_"There is no help for you in God."__3 But you, O LORD, are a shield around me,_my glory, and the one who lifts up my head._4 I cry aloud to the LORD,_and he answers me from his holy hill.__5 I lie down and sleep;_I wake again, for the LORD sustains me._6 I am not afraid of ten thousands of people_who have set themselves against me all around.__7 Rise up, O LORD!_Deliver me, O my God!_For you strike all my enemies on the cheek;_you break the teeth of the wicked.__8 Deliverance belongs to the LORD;_may your blessing be on your people!

[Psalm 6]_Prayer for healing
1 O LORD, do not rebuke me in your anger,_or discipline me in your wrath._2 Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am languishing;_O LORD, heal me, for my bones are shaking with terror._3 My soul also is struck with terror,_while you, O LORD how long?__4 Turn, O LORD, save my life;_deliver me for the sake of your steadfast love._5 For in death there is no remembrance of you;_in Sheol who can give you praise?_6 I am weary with my moaning;_every night I flood my bed with tears;_I drench my couch with my weeping._7 My eyes waste away because of grief;_they grow weak because of all my foes.__8 Depart from me, all you workers of evil,_for the LORD has heard the sound of my weeping._9 The LORD has heard my supplication;_the LORD accepts my prayer._10 All my enemies shall be ashamed and struck with terror;_they shall turn back, and in a moment be put to shame.

[Psalm 44]_Prayer for divine help after a national defeat_

1 We have heard with our ears, O God,_our ancestors have told us,_what deeds you performed in their days,_in the days of old:_2 you with your own hand drove out the nations,_but them you planted;_you afflicted the peoples,_but them you set free;_3 for not by their own sword did they win the land,_nor did their own arm give them victory;_but your right hand, and your arm,_and the light of your countenance,_for you delighted in them.__4 You are my King and my God;_you command victories for Jacob._5 Through you we push down our foes;_through your name we tread down our assailants._6 For not in my bow do I trust,_nor can my sword save me._7 But you have saved us from our foes,_and have put to confusion those who hate us._8 In God we have boasted continually,_and we will give thanks to your name forever._9 Yet you have rejected us and abased us,_and have not gone out with our armies._10 You made us turn back from the foe,_and our enemies have gotten spoil._11 You have made us like sheep for slaughter,_and have scattered us among the nations._12 You have sold your people for a trifle,_demanding no high price for them._13 You have made us the taunt of our neighbors,_the derision and scorn of those around us._14 You have made us a byword among the nations,_a laughingstock among the peoples._15 All day long my disgrace is before me,_and shame has covered my face_16 at the words of the taunters and revilers,_at the sight of the enemy and the avenger.__17 All this has come upon us,_yet we have not forgotten you,_or been false to your covenant._18 Our heart has not turned back,_nor have our steps departed from your way,_19 yet you have broken us in the haunt of jackals,_and covered us with deep darkness._20 If we had forgotten the name of our God,_or spread out our hands to a strange god,_21 would not God discover this?_For he knows the secrets of the heart._22 Because of you we are being killed all day long,_and accounted as sheep for the slaughter.__23 Rouse yourself! Why do you sleep, O Lord?_Awake, do not cast us off forever!_24 Why do you hide your face?_Why do you forget our affliction and oppression?_25 For we sink down to the dust;_our bodies cling to the ground._26 Rise up, come to our help._Redeem us for the sake of your steadfast love.

MUSIC

[Psalm 13]_Prayer for deliverance from enemies
1 How long, O LORD? Will you forget me forever?_How long will you hide your face from me?_2 How long must I bear pain in my soul,_and have sorrow in my heart all day long?_How long shall my enemy be exalted over me?__3 Consider and answer me, O LORD my God!_Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep the sleep of death,_4 and my enemy will say, "I have prevailed";_my foes will rejoice because I am shaken._5 But I trusted in your steadfast love;_my heart shall rejoice in your salvation._6 I will sing to the LORD,_because he has dealt bountifully with me.

[Psalm 26]_Prayer for divine justice
1 Vindicate me, O LORD,_for I have walked in my integrity,_and I have trusted in the LORD without wavering._2 Prove me, O LORD, and try me;_test my heart and mind._3 For your steadfast love is before my eyes,_and I walk in faithfulness to you.__4 I do not sit with the worthless,_nor do I consort with hypocrites;_5 I hate the company of evildoers,_and will not sit with the wicked.__6 I wash my hands in innocence,_and go around your altar, O LORD,_7 singing aloud a song of thanksgiving,_and telling all your wondrous deeds._8 O LORD, I love the house in which you dwell,_and the place where your glory abides._9 Do not sweep me away with sinners,_nor my life with the bloodthirsty,_10 those in whose hands are evil devices,_and whose right hands are full of bribes.__11 But as for me, I walk in my integrity;_redeem me, and be gracious to me._12 My foot stands on level ground;_in the great congregation I will bless the LORD.

[Psalm 30]_Thanksgiving after recovery from illness
1 I will extol you, O LORD, for you have drawn me up,_and did not let my foes rejoice over me._2 O LORD my God, I cried to you for help,_and you have healed me._3 O LORD, you brought up my soul from Sheol,_restored me to life from among those gone down to the Pit.__4 Sing praises to the LORD, O you his faithful ones,_and give thanks to his holy name._5 For his anger is but for a moment;_his favor is for a lifetime._Weeping may linger for the night,_but joy comes with the morning.__6 As for me, I said in my prosperity,_"I shall never be moved."_7 By your favor, O LORD,_you had established me as a strong mountain;_you hid your face;_I was dismayed.__8 To you, O LORD, I cried,_and to the LORD I made supplication:_9 "What profit is there in my death,_if I go down to the Pit?_Will the dust praise you?_Will it tell of your faithfulness?_10 Hear, O LORD, and be gracious to me!_O LORD, be my helper!"__11 You have turned my mourning into dancing;_you have taken off my sackcloth_and clothed me with joy,_12 so that my soul may praise you and not be silent._O LORD my God, I will give thanks to you forever._

[Psalm 33]_Praise of God, creator and redeemer
1 Rejoice in the LORD, O you righteous._Praise befits the upright._2 Praise the LORD with the lyre;_make melody to him with the harp of ten strings._3 Sing to him a new song;_play skillfully on the strings, with loud shouts.__4 For the word of the LORD is upright,_and all his work is done in faithfulness._5 He loves righteousness and justice;_the earth is full of the steadfast love of the LORD.__6 By the word of the LORD the heavens were made,_and all their host by the breath of his mouth._7 He gathered the waters of the sea as in a bottle;_he put the deeps in storehouses.__8 Let all the earth fear the LORD;_let all the inhabitants of the world stand in awe of him._9 For he spoke, and it came to be;_he commanded, and it stood firm.__10 The LORD brings the counsel of the nations to nothing;_he frustrates the plans of the peoples._11 The counsel of the LORD stands forever,_the thoughts of his heart to all generations._12 Happy is the nation whose God is the LORD,_the people whom he has chosen as his heritage.__13 The LORD looks down from heaven;_he sees all humankind._14 From where he sits enthroned he watches_all the inhabitants of the earth _15 he who fashions the hearts of them all,_and observes all their deeds._16 A king is not saved by his great army;_a warrior is not delivered by his great strength._17 The war horse is a vain hope for victory,_and by its great might it cannot save.__18 Truly the eye of the LORD is on those who fear him,_on those who hope in his steadfast love,_19 to deliver their soul from death,_and to keep them alive in famine.__20 Our soul waits for the LORD;_he is our help and shield._21 Our heart is glad in him,_because we trust in his holy name._22 Let your steadfast love, O LORD, be upon us,_even as we hope in you._

HYMNS OF PRAISE

[Psalm 92]_Thanksgiving for deliverance from enemies_
_1 It is good to give thanks to the LORD,_to sing praises to your name, O Most High;_2 to declare your steadfast love in the morning,_and your faithfulness by night,_3 to the music of the lute and the harp,_to the melody of the lyre._4 For you, O LORD, have made me glad by your work;_at the works of your hands I sing for joy.__5 How great are your works, O LORD!_Your thoughts are very deep!_6 The dullard cannot know,_the stupid cannot understand this:_7 though the wicked sprout like grass_and all evildoers flourish,_they are doomed to destruction forever,_8 but you, O LORD, are on high forever._9 For your enemies, O LORD,_for your enemies shall perish;_all evildoers shall be scattered.__10 But you have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox;_you have poured over me fresh oil._11 My eyes have seen the downfall of my enemies;_my ears have heard the doom of my evil assailants.__12 The righteous flourish like the palm tree,_and grow like a cedar in Lebanon._13 They are planted in the house of the LORD;_they flourish in the courts of our God._14 In old age they still produce fruit;_they are always green and full of sap,_15 showing that the LORD is upright;_he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.

GOD AS CREATOR

[Psalm 8]_Praise of the creator
1 O LORD, our Sovereign,_how majestic is your name in all the earth!_You have set your glory above the heavens._2 Out of the mouths of babes and infants_you have founded a bulwark because of your foes,_to silence the enemy and the avenger.__3 When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers,_the moon and the stars that you have established;_4 what are human beings that you are mindful of them,_mortals that you care for them?__5 Yet you have made them a little lower than God,_and crowned them with glory and honor._6 You have given them dominion over the works of your hands;_you have put all things under their feet,_7 all sheep and oxen,_and also the beasts of the field,_8 the birds of the air, and the fish of the sea,_whatever passes along the paths of the seas.__9 O LORD, our Sovereign,_how majestic is your name in all the earth!

[Psalm 19]_Hymn to God the creator and lawgiver
1 The heavens are telling the glory of God;_and the firmament proclaims his handiwork._2 Day to day pours forth speech,_and night to night declares knowledge._3 There is no speech, nor are there words;_their voice is not heard;_4 yet their voice goes out through all the earth,_and their words to the end of the world.__In the heavens he has set a tent for the sun,_5 which comes out like a bridegroom from his wedding canopy,_and like a strong man runs its course with joy._6 Its rising is from the end of the heavens,_and its circuit to the end of them;_and nothing is hid from its heat.__7 The law of the LORD is perfect,_reviving the soul;_the decrees of the LORD are sure,_making wise the simple;_8 the precepts of the LORD are right,_rejoicing the heart;_the commandment of the LORD is clear,_enlightening the eyes;_9 the fear of the LORD is pure,_enduring forever;_the ordinances of the LORD are true_and righteous altogether._10 More to be desired are they than gold,_even much fine gold;_sweeter also than honey,_and drippings of the honeycomb.__11 Moreover by them is your servant warned;_in keeping them there is great reward._12 But who can detect their errors?_Clear me from hidden faults._13 Keep back your servant also from the insolent;_do not let them have dominion over me._Then I shall be blameless,_and innocent of great transgression.__14 Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart_be acceptable to you,_O LORD, my rock and my redeemer.

[Psalm 104]_God the creator and sustainer
1 Bless the LORD, O my soul._O LORD my God, you are very great._You are clothed with honor and majesty,_2 wrapped in light as with a garment._You stretch out the heavens like a tent,_3 you set the beams of your chambers on the waters,_you make the clouds your chariot,_you ride on the wings of the wind,_4 you make the winds your messengers,_fire and flame your ministers.__5 You set the earth on its foundations,_so that it shall never be shaken._6 You cover it with the deep as with a garment;_the waters stood above the mountains._7 At your rebuke they flee;_at the sound of your thunder they take to flight._8 They rose up to the mountains, ran down to the valleys_to the place that you appointed for them._9 You set a boundary that they may not pass,_so that they might not again cover the earth.__10 You make springs gush forth in the valleys;_they flow between the hills,_11 giving drink to every wild animal;_the wild asses quench their thirst._12 By the streams the birds of the air have their habitation;_they sing among the branches._13 From your lofty abode you water the mountains;_the earth is satisfied with the fruit of your work.__14 You cause the grass to grow for the cattle,_and plants for people to use,_to bring forth food from the earth,_15 and wine to gladden the human heart,_oil to make the face shine,_and bread to strengthen the human heart._16 The trees of the LORD are watered abundantly,_the cedars of Lebanon that he planted._17 In them the birds build their nests;_the stork has its home in the fir trees._18 The high mountains are for the wild goats;_the rocks are a refuge for the coneys._19 You have made the moon to mark the seasons;_the sun knows its time for setting._20 You make darkness, and it is night,_when all the animals of the forest come creeping out._21 The young lions roar for their prey,_seeking their food from God._22 When the sun rises, they withdraw_and lie down in their dens._23 People go out to their work_and to their labor until the evening.__24 O LORD, how manifold are your works!_In wisdom you have made them all;_the earth is full of your creatures._25 Yonder is the sea, great and wide,_creeping things innumerable are there,_living things both small and great._26 There go the ships,_and Leviathan that you formed to sport in it.__27 These all look to you_to give them their food in due season;_28 when you give to them, they gather it up;_when you open your hand, they are filled with good things._29 When you hide your face, they are dismayed;_when you take away their breath, they die_and return to their dust._30 When you send forth your spirit, they are created;_and you renew the face of the ground.__31 May the glory of the LORD endure forever;_may the LORD rejoice in his works _32 who looks on the earth and it trembles,_who touches the mountains and they smoke._33 I will sing to the LORD as long as I live;_I will sing praise to my God while I have being._34 May my meditation be pleasing to him,_for I rejoice in the LORD._35 Let sinners be consumed from the earth,_and let the wicked be no more._Bless the LORD, O my soul._Praise the LORD!

GOD AS REDEEMER

[Psalm 66]_Praise of God the savior
1 Make a joyful noise to God, all the earth;_2 sing the glory of his name;_give to him glorious praise._3 Say to God, "How awesome are your deeds!_Because of your great power, your enemies cringe before you._4 All the earth worships you;_they sing praises to you,_sing praises to your name."__5 Come and see what God has done:_he is awesome in his deeds among mortals._6 He turned the sea into dry land;_they passed through the river on foot._There we rejoiced in him,_7 who rules by his might forever,_whose eyes keep watch on the nations _let the rebellious not exalt themselves.__8 Bless our God, O peoples,_let the sound of his praise be heard,_9 who has kept us among the living,_and has not let our feet slip._10 For you, O God, have tested us;_you have tried us as silver is tried._11 You brought us into the net;_you laid burdens on our backs;_12 you let people ride over our heads;_we went through fire and through water;_yet you have brought us out to a spacious place.__13 I will come into your house with burnt offerings;_I will pay you my vows,_14 those that my lips uttered_and my mouth promised when I was in trouble._15 I will offer to you burnt offerings of fatlings,_with the smoke of the sacrifice of rams;_I will make an offering of bulls and goats.__16 Come and hear, all you who fear God,_and I will tell what he has done for me._17 I cried aloud to him,_and he was extolled with my tongue._18 If I had cherished iniquity in my heart,_the Lord would not have listened._19 But truly God has listened;_he has given heed to the words of my prayer.__20 Blessed be God,_because he has not rejected my prayer_or removed his steadfast love from me.

[Psalm 98]_God's kingship
1 O sing to the LORD a new song,_for he has done marvelous things._His right hand and his holy arm_have gotten him victory._2 The LORD has made known his victory;_he has revealed his vindication in the sight of the nations._3 He has remembered his steadfast love and faithfulness_to the house of Israel._All the ends of the earth have seen_the victory of our God.__4 Make a joyful noise to the LORD, all the earth;_break forth into joyous song and sing praises._5 Sing praises to the LORD with the lyre,_with the lyre and the sound of melody._6 With trumpets and the sound of the horn_make a joyful noise before the King, the LORD.__7 Let the sea roar, and all that fills it;_the world and those who live in it._8 Let the floods clap their hands;_let the hills sing together for joy_9 at the presence of the LORD, for he is coming_to judge the earth._He will judge the world with righteousness,_and the peoples with equity.

WISDOM PSALMS

[Psalm 37]_The certainty of retribution
1 Do not fret because of the wicked;_do not be envious of wrongdoers,_2 for they will soon fade like the grass,_and wither like the green herb.__3 Trust in the LORD, and do good;_so you will live in the land, and enjoy security._4 Take delight in the LORD,_and he will give you the desires of your heart.__5 Commit your way to the LORD;_trust in him, and he will act._6 He will make your vindication shine like the light,_and the justice of your cause like the noonday._7 Be still before the LORD, and wait patiently for him;_do not fret over those who prosper in their way,_over those who carry out evil devices.__8 Refrain from anger, and forsake wrath._Do not fret it leads only to evil._9 For the wicked shall be cut off,_but those who wait for the LORD shall inherit the land.__10 Yet a little while, and the wicked will be no more;_though you look diligently for their place, they will not be there._11 But the meek shall inherit the land,_and delight themselves in abundant prosperity.__12 The wicked plot against the righteous,_and gnash their teeth at them;_13 but the LORD laughs at the wicked,_for he sees that their day is coming.__14 The wicked draw the sword and bend their bows_to bring down the poor and needy,_to kill those who walk uprightly;_15 their sword shall enter their own heart,_and their bows shall be broken.__16 Better is a little that the righteous person has_than the abundance of many wicked._17 For the arms of the wicked shall be broken,_but the LORD upholds the righteous.__18 The LORD knows the days of the blameless,_and their heritage will abide forever;_19 they are not put to shame in evil times,_in the days of famine they have abundance.__20 But the wicked perish,_and the enemies of the LORD are like the glory of the pastures;_they vanish like smoke they vanish away.__21 The wicked borrow, and do not pay back,_but the righteous are generous and keep giving;_22 for those blessed by the LORD shall inherit the land,_but those cursed by him shall be cut off.__23 Our steps are made firm by the LORD,_when he delights in our way;_24 though we stumble, we shall not fall headlong,_for the LORD holds us by the hand.__25 I have been young, and now am old,_yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken_or their children begging bread._26 They are ever giving liberally and lending,_and their children become a blessing.__27 Depart from evil, and do good;_so you shall abide forever._28 For the LORD loves justice;_he will not forsake his faithful ones.__The righteous shall be kept safe forever,_but the children of the wicked shall be cut off._29 The righteous shall inherit the land,_and live in it forever._30 The mouths of the righteous utter wisdom,_and their tongues speak justice._31 The law of their God is in their hearts;_their steps do not slip.__32 The wicked watch for the righteous,_and seek to kill them._33 The LORD will not abandon them to their power,_or let them be condemned when they are brought to trial.__34 Wait for the LORD, and keep to his way,_and he will exalt you to inherit the land;_you will look on the destruction of the wicked.__35 I have seen the wicked oppressing,_and towering like a cedar of Lebanon._36 Again I passed by, and they were no more;_though I sought them, they could not be found.__37 Mark the blameless, and behold the upright,_for there is posterity for the peaceable._38 But transgressors shall be altogether destroyed;_the posterity of the wicked shall be cut off.__39 The salvation of the righteous is from the LORD;_he is their refuge in the time of trouble._40 The LORD helps them and rescues them;_he rescues them from the wicked, and saves them,_because they take refuge in him.

[Psalm 119]_Meditation on God's law
is the longest Psalm. It is composed of 176 , in sets of eight verses, each set beginning with one of the 22 . Several other Psalms too have .

1 Happy are those whose way is blameless,_who walk in the law of the LORD._2 Happy are those who keep his decrees,_who seek him with their whole heart,_3 who also do no wrong,_but walk in his ways._4 You have commanded your precepts_to be kept diligently._5 O that my ways may be steadfast_in keeping your statutes!_6 Then I shall not be put to shame,_having my eyes fixed on all your commandments._7 I will praise you with an upright heart,_when I learn your righteous ordinances._8 I will observe your statutes;_do not utterly forsake me.__9 How can young people keep their way pure?_By guarding it according to your word._10 With my whole heart I seek you;_do not let me stray from your commandments._11 I treasure your word in my heart,_so that I may not sin against you._12 Blessed are you, O LORD;_teach me your statutes._13 With my lips I declare_all the ordinances of your mouth._14 I delight in the way of your decrees_as much as in all riches._15 I will meditate on your precepts,_and fix my eyes on your ways._16 I will delight in your statutes;_I will not forget your word.__17 Deal bountifully with your servant,_so that I may live and observe your word._18 Open my eyes, so that I may behold_wondrous things out of your law._19 I live as an alien in the land;_do not hide your commandments from me._20 My soul is consumed with longing_for your ordinances at all times._21 You rebuke the insolent, accursed ones,_who wander from your commandments;_22 take away from me their scorn and contempt,_for I have kept your decrees._23 Even though princes sit plotting against me,_your servant will meditate on your statutes._24 Your decrees are my delight,_they are my counselors.__25 My soul clings to the dust;_revive me according to your word._26 When I told of my ways, you answered me;_teach me your statutes._27 Make me understand the way of your precepts,_and I will meditate on your wondrous works._28 My soul melts away for sorrow;_strengthen me according to your word._29 Put false ways far from me;_and graciously teach me your law._30 I have chosen the way of faithfulness;_I set your ordinances before me._31 I cling to your decrees, O LORD;_let me not be put to shame._32 I run the way of your commandments,_for you enlarge my understanding.__33 Teach me, O LORD, the way of your statutes,_and I will observe it to the end._34 Give me understanding, that I may keep your law_and observe it with my whole heart._35 Lead me in the path of your commandments,_for I delight in it._36 Turn my heart to your decrees,_and not to selfish gain._37 Turn my eyes from looking at vanities;_give me life in your ways._38 Confirm to your servant your promise,_which is for those who fear you._39 Turn away the disgrace that I dread,_for your ordinances are good._40 See, I have longed for your precepts;_in your righteousness give me life.__41 Let your steadfast love come to me, O LORD,_your salvation according to your promise._42 Then I shall have an answer for those who taunt me,_for I trust in your word._43 Do not take the word of truth utterly out of my mouth,_for my hope is in your ordinances._44 I will keep your law continually,_forever and ever._45 I shall walk at liberty,_for I have sought your precepts._46 I will also speak of your decrees before kings,_and shall not be put to shame;_47 I find my delight in your commandments,_because I love them._48 I revere your commandments, which I love,_and I will meditate on your statutes.__49 Remember your word to your servant,_in which you have made me hope._50 This is my comfort in my distress,_that your promise gives me life._51 The arrogant utterly deride me,_but I do not turn away from your law._52 When I think of your ordinances from of old,_I take comfort, O LORD._53 Hot indignation seizes me because of the wicked,_those who forsake your law._54 Your statutes have been my songs_wherever I make my home._55 I remember your name in the night, O LORD,_and keep your law._56 This blessing has fallen to me,_for I have kept your precepts.__57 The LORD is my portion;_I promise to keep your words._58 I implore your favor with all my heart;_be gracious to me according to your promise._59 When I think of your ways,_I turn my feet to your decrees;_60 I hurry and do not delay_to keep your commandments._61 Though the cords of the wicked ensnare me,_I do not forget your law._62 At midnight I rise to praise you,_because of your righteous ordinances._63 I am a companion of all who fear you,_of those who keep your precepts._64 The earth, O LORD, is full of your steadfast love;_teach me your statutes.__65 You have dealt well with your servant,_O LORD, according to your word._66 Teach me good judgment and knowledge,_for I believe in your commandments._67 Before I was humbled I went astray,_but now I keep your word._68 You are good and do good;_teach me your statutes._69 The arrogant smear me with lies,_but with my whole heart I keep your precepts._70 Their hearts are fat and gross,_but I delight in your law._71 It is good for me that I was humbled,_so that I might learn your statutes._72 The law of your mouth is better to me_than thousands of gold and silver pieces.__73 Your hands have made and fashioned me;_give me understanding that I may learn your commandments._74 Those who fear you shall see me and rejoice,_because I have hoped in your word._75 I know, O LORD, that your judgments are right,_and that in faithfulness you have humbled me._76 Let your steadfast love become my comfort_according to your promise to your servant._77 Let your mercy come to me, that I may live;_for your law is my delight._78 Let the arrogant be put to shame,_because they have subverted me with guile;_as for me, I will meditate on your precepts._79 Let those who fear you turn to me,_so that they may know your decrees._80 May my heart be blameless in your statutes,_so that I may not be put to shame.__81 My soul languishes for your salvation;_I hope in your word._82 My eyes fail with watching for your promise;_I ask, "When will you comfort me?"_83 For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke,_yet I have not forgotten your statutes._84 How long must your servant endure?_When will you judge those who persecute me?_85 The arrogant have dug pitfalls for me;_they flout your law._86 All your commandments are enduring;_I am persecuted without cause; help me!_87 They have almost made an end of me on earth;_but I have not forsaken your precepts._88 In your steadfast love spare my life,_so that I may keep the decrees of your mouth.__89 The LORD exists forever;_your word is firmly fixed in heaven._90 Your faithfulness endures to all generations;_you have established the earth, and it stands fast._91 By your appointment they stand today,_for all things are your servants._92 If your law had not been my delight,_I would have perished in my misery._93 I will never forget your precepts,_for by them you have given me life._94 I am yours; save me,_for I have sought your precepts._95 The wicked lie in wait to destroy me,_but I consider your decrees._96 I have seen a limit to all perfection,_but your commandment is exceedingly broad.__97 Oh, how I love your law!_It is my meditation all day long._98 Your commandment makes me wiser than my enemies,_for it is always with me._99 I have more understanding than all my teachers,_for your decrees are my meditation._100 I understand more than the aged,_for I keep your precepts._101 I hold back my feet from every evil way,_in order to keep your word._102 I do not turn away from your ordinances,_for you have taught me._103 How sweet are your words to my taste,_sweeter than honey to my mouth!_104 Through your precepts I get understanding;_therefore I hate every false way.__105 Your word is a lamp to my feet_and a light to my path._106 I have sworn an oath and confirmed it,_to observe your righteous ordinances._107 I am severely afflicted;_give me life, O LORD, according to your word._108 Accept my offerings of praise, O LORD,_and teach me your ordinances._109 I hold my life in my hand continually,_but I do not forget your law._110 The wicked have laid a snare for me,_but I do not stray from your precepts._111 Your decrees are my heritage forever;_they are the joy of my heart._112 I incline my heart to perform your statutes_forever, to the end.__113 I hate the double-minded,_but I love your law._114 You are my hiding place and my shield;_I hope in your word._115 Go away from me, you evildoers,_that I may keep the commandments of my God._116 Uphold me according to your promise, that I may live,_and let me not be put to shame in my hope._117 Hold me up, that I may be safe_and have regard for your statutes continually._118 You spurn all who go astray from your statutes;_for their cunning is in vain._119 All the wicked of the earth you count as dross;_therefore I love your decrees._120 My flesh trembles for fear of you,_and I am afraid of your judgments.__121 I have done what is just and right;_do not leave me to my oppressors._122 Guarantee your servant's well-being;_do not let the godless oppress me._123 My eyes fail from watching for your salvation,_and for the fulfillment of your righteous promise._124 Deal with your servant according to your steadfast love,_and teach me your statutes._125 I am your servant; give me understanding,_so that I may know your decrees._126 It is time for the LORD to act,_for your law has been broken._127 Truly I love your commandments_more than gold, more than fine gold._128 Truly I direct my steps by all your precepts;_I hate every false way.__129 Your decrees are wonderful;_therefore my soul keeps them._130 The unfolding of your words gives light;_it imparts understanding to the simple._131 With open mouth I pant,_because I long for your commandments._132 Turn to me and be gracious to me,_as is your custom toward those who love your name._133 Keep my steps steady according to your promise,_and never let iniquity have dominion over me._134 Redeem me from human oppression,_that I may keep your precepts._135 Make your face shine upon your servant,_and teach me your statutes._136 My eyes shed streams of tears_because your law is not kept.__137 You are righteous, O LORD,_and your judgments are right._138 You have appointed your decrees in righteousness_and in all faithfulness._139 My zeal consumes me_because my foes forget your words._140 Your promise is well tried,_and your servant loves it._141 I am small and despised,_yet I do not forget your precepts._142 Your righteousness is an everlasting righteousness,_and your law is the truth._143 Trouble and anguish have come upon me,_but your commandments are my delight._144 Your decrees are righteous forever;_give me understanding that I may live._145 With my whole heart I cry; answer me, O LORD._I will keep your statutes._146 I cry to you; save me,_that I may observe your decrees._147 I rise before dawn and cry for help;_I put my hope in your words._148 My eyes are awake before each watch of the night,_that I may meditate on your promise._149 In your steadfast love hear my voice;_O LORD, in your justice preserve my life._150 Those who persecute me with evil purpose draw near;_they are far from your law._151 Yet you are near, O LORD,_and all your commandments are true._152 Long ago I learned from your decrees_that you have established them forever.__153 Look on my misery and rescue me,_for I do not forget your law._154 Plead my cause and redeem me;_give me life according to your promise._155 Salvation is far from the wicked,_for they do not seek your statutes._156 Great is your mercy, O LORD;_give me life according to your justice._157 Many are my persecutors and my adversaries,_yet I do not swerve from your decrees._158 I look at the faithless with disgust,_because they do not keep your commands._159 Consider how I love your precepts;_preserve my life according to your steadfast love._160 The sum of your word is truth;_and every one of your righteous ordinances endures forever._161 Princes persecute me without cause,_but my heart stands in awe of your words._162 I rejoice at your word_like one who finds great spoil._163 I hate and abhor falsehood,_but I love your law._164 Seven times a day I praise you_for your righteous ordinances._165 Great peace have those who love your law;_nothing can make them stumble._166 I hope for your salvation, O LORD,_and I fulfill your commandments._167 My soul keeps your decrees;_I love them exceedingly._168 I keep your precepts and decrees,_for all my ways are before you.__169 Let my cry come before you, O LORD;_give me understanding according to your word._170 Let my supplication come before you;_deliver me according to your promise._171 My lips will pour forth praise,_because you teach me your statutes._172 My tongue will sing of your promise,_for all your commandments are right._173 Let your hand be ready to help me,_for I have chosen your precepts._174 I long for your salvation, O LORD,_and your law is my delight._175 Let me live that I may praise you,_and let your ordinances help me._176 I have gone astray like a lost sheep; seek out your servant,_for I do not forget your commandments.


Selah
Lauren Hill
(song dedicated to her second child, Selah)

Nothing can be done against the truth
No matter how we remain in denial
Wasting time
Replacing time
With each empty excuse
But that'll only work a little while
Coping with despair
Knowing you're not there
Ashamed to just admit
I've been a fool
So I blame it on the Son
Run away from everyone
Hoping to escape this ridicule
Trapped in misery
Wrapped so miserably
In this deception that im wearing like a skin

Dying to mantain
Oh I keep trying to explain
A heart that never loved me to begin
Oh I'm such a mess
I have no choice but to confess
That I've been desperately trying to belong
Lying to myself
And everybody else
Refusing to admit my right was wrong

And then He came
Selah
And it means
Praise and meditation
And then He came
Selah
And it means
Did you think about that?
And then He came
Selah
Oh and it means
Praise and meditation
And then He came
Selah
Oh and it means
That it is sealed

How beautiful is fruit still in denial of its roots?
My guilty heart behaved so foolishly
This treason from within
That reasons with my sin
Won't be happy til it sees the death of me
Selfishly addicted
To a life that I depicted
Conflicted cuz it's not reality
Oh what's left of me
I beg you desperately
Cause me to agree with what I know is best for me
Please save me from myself
I need You to save me from myself
Please save me from myself so I can heal

The choices that Ive made
Oh have been nothing but mistakes
What a wasted use of space
Should I die before I wake?
In all of my religion
I've fortified this prison
Obligated to obey
The demands of bad decisions

Please save me from myself
I need You to save me from myself
Please save me from myself so I can heal

And then He came
Selah
And it means
Praise and meditation
And then He came
Selah
And it means
Did you think about that?
And He came
Selah
Oh and it means
Meditation
And then He came
Selah
Oh and it means
That it is sealed

And then He came
And then He came
Then He came, then He came, then He came
And then He came

Thu, 15 Feb 2007 17:04:19 GMT Megan M Ramer
112606_AIDS_lament http://chicagocomm.il.us.mennonite.net/:=112606_AIDS_lament.rtf@CB2.Worship/Sermons Chicago Community Mennonite Church
26 November 2006
Proper 29 Psalms
Series Psalms of Lament
World AIDS Day (Dec 1)
Sermon: My God, why have you forsaken me?
Megan M. Ramer

Psalm 123
Psalm 22

The meditation this morning will not tell you about Psalms of Lament.
Let me only remind you that one third of the Psalter consists of Psalms of Lament
psalms written in the voices of humanity
in the full range
full range of human experience and emotion and thought.
Let me also remind you, that as you hear the chiming of the bell each minute,
5 people worldwide have died of AIDS, and 9 have become newly infected.
Each chime represents 5 deaths and 9 new infections. Each minute.
But as I said, the meditation this morning will not tell you about Psalms of Lament.
Rather, the meditation this morning, like the structure of this worship service,
will
be a Psalm of Lament.
Because I will be addressing God in this meditation
quite different from a normal sermon in which a preacher addresses a congregation
I will join you in facing the altar.
I invite you, as you are able and willing, to enter into this Lament with me.
You may close your eyes,
you may change your body position or gesture in some way that seems appropriate,
you may choose a focal point something on the altar or banner
to focus your gaze and attentions upon.

Naming God
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Our God, our God, why have you forsaken us?
God who created humanity in your own divine image,
God who breathed your very Spirit into delicately molded bodiesç
Why?
Why?
Why are you absent?

Complaint
Why are you so far from helping your people, your creation?
Why do you run from the words of our groaning?
O God, your people cry by day, but you do not answer;
your people cry by night, but find no rest.
O God, your people are dying dying by the millions
and yet your face is turned.
Why do you not look upon us with favor?
Why is the world full of need and full of want and full of sorrow?
Why, O God, is there far too much to be done and far too few to help?
Why must we be burdened with the overwhelming immensity of global need?
war
violence
hatred
rape
murder
poverty
starvation
famine
lack of healthcare
homelessness
abandonment
disease
And now AIDS??
Why must we be burdened with the overwhelming immensity of global need?
Your creation groans and dies and you do not hear.
Life after life is snuffed out with the ease of a bell's chime,
And you do nothing.
Each minute 5 more dead and 9 more infected,
and still you allow this virus free reign on your beloved people.

Petition
Creator God,
turn your face to see your creation.
Turn.
Look upon the likeness of your own face in our faces.
See, God, see the pain in 46 million of your creation infected by HIV-AIDS worldwide.
Turn your face and look into the eyes of 14 million of your creation orphaned by HIV-AIDS;
14 million of your precious children without father or mother or family.

Redeeming God,
free your people from this disease.
Free.
Liberate your beloved creation from this deadly virus.
Release the stricken from their death sentence.
And deliver us all from the cycles of infection and the shackles of silence.
Save your people, O God.

Motivations
O God, your people who are not infected with the deadly HIV-AIDS virus want to help .
So many of us want to act
we want to contribute to the health and well-being of your creation.
And we are overwhelmed.
We are weighed down by the immensity of global, national, and local need.
We need you God We cannot do this on our own.
If you will turn, if you will look and see, if you will redeem and save your people,
your people will continually praise you.
We will join voices in a constant chorus of adoration, thanks, and praise.

O God, we know that you need us
We know that you need us to be your hands and your feet on this earth.
We know that you have set before us a valley of dry bones & commanded us to prophesy
you have asked us to breathe life into that which is dead
you have asked us to be people of your resurrection, the bearers of your Good News.
Loving God, do you know that we need you?
We need you to be the Spirit of our work and the Wisdom of our words.
We need you to be the source of the Life we offer those living and dying with HIV-AIDS.
We need you to strengthen our resolve, to tenderize our hearts, to light our paths.

Vengeance
The virus is all around us, O God.
HIV-AIDS swarms and attacks your beloved people.
May this murdering, orphaning, isolating virus find a swift and pitiable end.
We call for its destruction this most wretched of enemies.
God of victory and resurrection, let your people triumph over this contemptible foe.

Praise
Praise to you, O God!
Your promises never fail; your love never ends.
Creator God, you
do turn, you see, you look upon those in anguish.
And with us, your people, you weep.
You, too, cry and groan, ``How long?''
Praise to you, O God!
Redeeming God, you
do liberate, you release, you deliver those who suffer.
Every time one of the least of yours loves another of the least of yours,
your love is made real and made known.
You, too, work one by one by one, delivering your people from fear and despair.
Praise to you, O God!

Day after day we will sing the song of your love.
Night after night we will dream your dreams.
In the face of threatening isolation, we will be a people we will be
your people.
We will gather, we will worship, we will break bread, we will share stories, we will hope.
O God, source of our lives, source of all Life,
you are our Hope and our Love.
Praise to you, O God!


Thu, 15 Feb 2007 17:04:50 GMT Megan M Ramer
120306_Saved_To_Hope http://chicagocomm.il.us.mennonite.net/:=120306_Saved_To_Hope.rtf@CB2.Worship/Sermons Chicago Community Mennonite Church
3 December 2006
Advent 1 Love Has Come!
Sermon: Saved to Hope
Megan M. Ramer

Jeremiah 33:14-16_
Psalm 25:1-10_
Luke 21:25-3

The Jeremiah text we just heard begins with these words:
``The days are surely comingç''

When I read these words,
I can't help be hear echoes of something similar and more familiar,
``A new day is coming and in fact is already hereç''
The words of Jesus in the fourth chapter of John, speaking with the woman at the well.
``A new day is coming and in fact is already here
when the true worshipers will worship God in spirit and truth,
for they are the kind of worshipers God seeks.
God is Spirit, and those who worship must do so in spirit and in truth.''

Like a call and response,
Jeremiah cries,
``The days are surely comingç''
And Jesus responds,
``A new day is coming and in fact is already hereç''

The Advent committee met.
We shared what Advent has meant or not meant to each of us.
We shared our dreams and visions of what Advent could possibly be at CCMC this year.
I don't think I've ever before been to a committee meeting where there was so much good preaching!
Jody Schmidt, Kevin Key, and Brian Barry brought their passion that this would be a season of present tense
it is often a season of future tense
of waiting and expectation and hope for something we know is coming but liturgically playact we don'tç
a season of waiting and expectation and hope for something that has already come but liturgically playact hasn't yetç
``A new day is coming and in fact is already hereç''
Love has come!
The Light has come into the world.
We still have difficulties recognizing that Light and that Love,
but for those who, in sacred moments of grace, have eyes to see,
Love has come!
This Advent season, we will watch the Light grow
as we light our Advent candles, we will experience the swelling of Light
a reminder to keep looking for
Each week another candle to remind us to look for the increasing brilliance of Light in our midst.

I'm struck by Jeremiah's words re: what kind of days those are that are ``surely coming''
``The days are surely coming, says the Lord,
when I will fulfill the promise I made to the house of Israel and the house of Judah. In those days and at that time
I will cause a
righteous Branch to spring up for David;
and
he shall execute justice and righteousness in the land.
In those days Judah will be saved and Jerusalem will live in safety.
And this is the name by which it will be called: `The Lord is our righteousness.'''
In those days Judah will be saved and Jerusalem will live in safetyç
saved
safety
salvation
etymology:
-        salvation save safety
-        salve Regina greetings / hail
-        salaam / shalom peace, wholeness
-        a process of healing or transformation to wholeness also referred to as the application of salve (salve is a medical ointment used to soothe )
Safety or salvation in the Hebrew Bible means a whole slew of things,
a somewhat unsophisticated word study reveals that the Hebrew concept of safety includes ecological order (Lev 25:18-19),
rest from enemies and abundance for the land (Deut 12:10; 33:28),
being ``surrounded'' by God (Deut 33:12),
peaceful sleep (Ps 4:8),
overturning enmity betweens humans and animals (Ezek 34:25),
and restoration of the city (Zech 14:11).
Safety for a post-exilic people Jeremiah's original audience: to live to have survived.
To have experienced the hell of extended exile and to have been restored to new life in liberation to have been saved by God is simply to be alive after all thatç

And so this promise of safety this promise of being saved is a much-needed balm.
It comes in the context of three chapters about two-thirds of the way through Jeremiah.
Jeremiah's three chapters of comfort
are surround by a whole lot of calamity, destruction, and doomsday proclamations.
And isn't that where hope and comfort often find us
not in ``alls well'' with nothing to be comforted but in the midst of chaos?
The context for Jesus' words of comfort and promise is the same
chaos, destruction, etc.
Jesus promises both safety and unsafe things
like family division, rejection, poverty, taking up one's cross
which might be translated into contemporary vernacular as taking up one's electric chair not exactly what many of us have in mind when we think safety.

Remember our gospel reading for today and its apocalyptic vision of distress in the natural world and trouble among nationsç
Trouble is, those visions are not so apocalyptic
I'm afraid they never have been.
That vision is one that is true again and again across time and place and place and time:
```There will be signs in the sun, the moon, and the stars,
and on the earth distress among nation
confused by the roaring of the sea and the waves.

People will faint from fear and foreboding of what is coming upon the world,
for the powers of the heavens will be shaken.
Then they will see ``the Son of Man coming in a cloud'' with power and great glory. Now when these things begin to take place,
stand up and raise your heads, because your redemption is drawing near .'''

Redemption safety salvation the seedlings of transformation and wholeness
are found in the midst of cataclysmic disaster,
global feuds,
despite red-level fear.
Just this week I read a story online that parallelsç
The headline was a quote: ``We might all be criminals, but some of us have big hearts.''
The speaker of the quote was David Evans, 25, of Blackfoot, Idaho.
He's a prisoner in Utah's Cache County Jail
who has helped knit some of the 300 hats,
150 pairs of booties,
and mittens
and blankets that inmates have produced this year for relief efforts.
Knitting-for-relief in the jailhouse
that's salvation in the midst of chaos if I've ever heard it.

I do still have some resistance in rushing to the Christmas message
the present tense of Jesus' coming.
I confess a desire to cling to the Advent waiting and wondering and expecting in the darkness I confess to enjoying the liturgical playacting of not-yet-knowing.
But the Advent committee has convinced me (at least for this year!).
I think part of my resistance liturgically is because of what is happening socially.
Swirling bustle of the ``season'' where shopping `tis the reason.
I have a deep urge to
S L O W ç
U S ç
D O W N ç
Eugene Peterson translates part of this passage from Luke today, ``Don't let the sharp edge of your expectation get dulled by parties and drinking and shopping'' (Luke 21:34)
The sharp edge of your expectationç
The sharp edge of your hope, your knowledge and faith that love has come
that light has come into the world, even when we and the world do not understand it.
In the craziness we need a calming, a centering
like we might find in the visuals by Rochelle Martin Klaassen
Love has come.

I don't believe that salvation is typically a one-time event.
Salvation is daily.
I more often talk about the things Jesus saves me fromç
In this Advent season, I wish to focus on the things Jesus saves me toç
Daily I am saved to hope.
In the midst.
Hope.
Daily I am saved to joy.
In the midst.
Joy.
Daily I am saved to the realization that love has come.
Love has already come.
In the midst.
Love has come.
Light is growing.
Praise God.
Thu, 15 Feb 2007 17:05:16 GMT Megan M Ramer
121006_Love_Invites_Repentance http://chicagocomm.il.us.mennonite.net/:=121006_Love_Invites_Repentance.rtf@CB2.Worship/Sermons Chicago Community Mennonite Church
10 December 2006
Advent 2 Love Has Come!
Sermon:
Love invites repentance
Megan M. Ramer

Malachi 3:1-4_
Luke 1:68-79_
Psalm 24
(words of assurance: Hebrews 8:11-12)

Is it possible to hear these words from Malachi without hearing them sung in the somewhat haunting melody of Handel's bass aria?

But who may abide the Day of His Coming?
But who may abide the day of His coming?
And who shall stand when He appeareth?
For He is like a refiner's fire.

Malachi was a post-exilic prophet.
His book was written after temple worship had been restored
exactly what the exiled people of God had longed for: a rebuilt temple!
And yet, what we hear from that people of God are
words of criticism in the face of injustice
all the beauty they had expected from a life of liberation,
all the glory they had expected from a rebuilt temple,
had infuriatingly NOT come to fruition.
The temple, though rebuilt, felt strangely empty of God's glory.
Words of criticism also from God via the prophet in the face of faithless worship
words of criticism hurled at the descendents of Levi the temple priests
the religious leadersç
An empty-feeling temple, it seems, resulted in empty-feeling worship:
A divine-human cycle of emptiness and disappointment.

This text repeated thousands of years later in the context of Advent invites reflection,
intentional preparation,
repentance for all that which needs repenting.
What exactly is it that needs repenting?
Suzanna Wesley, mother of United Methodism's founder John Wesley, said this:
``Whatever weakens your reason, impairs the tenderness of your conscience,
obscures your sense of God, or takes off the relish for spiritual things
then it is sin for you, however, innocent it may be in itself.''
Repenting is a turning, so anything that needs turning from invites repentance.
Advent is a season of attention to growing, swelling light illuminating darkness.
This is a great metaphor for this spiritual task of intentional illumination of the places of shadow within usç
the places where a candle flicker or two might be welcomeç
[EXAMPLE?]
Some of us too readily see our shadows and names and re-name our faults.
Some of us avoid this exploration of darkness within at all costs.
And all of us are somewhere on this continuum between two extremes.
The kind of repentance invited by Malachi's words in the season of Advent
is neither of these extremes
it is neither masochistic self-flagellation nor denial of the need to repent.
Rather, it is one or two or four single candle flames
to light the deepest corridors of our selves.

This is a gentle image that I have offered.
The gentleness of a candle flicker stands in contrast with the incredibly harsh images of Malachi:
blazing fire and hard, grainy scrub soap,
images that don't allow a domesticated God
frankly, a God that on many days I would much prefer.
Instead Malachi gives us refiner's fire and fuller's soap.
A refiner's fire is the forced-air, white-hot blaze
that melts metallic ores and brings their impurities to the surface.
Fullers' soap is the strong, lye-based soap used to bleach impurities
like oils and dirt from cloth.
God the refiner,
with a tool of white-hot blaze fire in hand,
ready to burn God's people.
God the fuller,
with some gritty soap in one hand and a harsh-bristle scrub brush in the other,
ready to rub raw God's people.

What to do with this pretty harsh imagery?
At the risk of domesticating God once again, I'd like to contextualize it a bit,
and tell you how Malachi begins.
The book of Malachi begins with God's announcement "I have loved you" (1:2).
That is the foreground, the prologue, the framework,
the cornerstone of everything that comes afterç
including fire and water.

The joy of repentance anytime, but particularly in Advent,
is the poetic interplay of future promise and present assurance
that dance of future tense and present tense we explored last Sunday
Christ has come and Christ is coming!
We will be forgiven and we are already forgiven!

And here I plagiarize blatantly Jeanne Clark:
Love is the medium, the context, the holding environment that allows for repentance,
for the balance to tip
on those patterns in our life that harm ourselves, others, and our world.
Without love, there is not true repentance.
Repentance is not real if we stop doing something out of fear
fear of a spanking or fear of hell.
Both of those are forms of violence.
Repentance, a true turning away from old patterns comes only in a context of love, because it is a context of love where fear evaporates.

Because of the tender mercy of God, we will be refined and cleaned.
And God does not subject us to torture in order to get ourselves nice and pure,
rather, God promises to go through the difficulties that surround transformation with us
God promises according to Second Isaiah that our trips through fire and water
will also be God's trips through fire and water:
``When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you;
when you walk through the fire you shall not be burned
and the flame shall not consume you''(Isaiah 43:2).
Isaiah's image of God going through the fire and water with us
Indeed, isn't this the central Christmas message?
Immanuel God with us.
Not God against us or God over us or God apart from us.
Immanuel God with us.
We need not fear we are liberated to true repentance.
Immanuel God with us.
Transformation, repentance, turning is rarely easy in my experience,
so fire and water are promised parts of the experience of repentance,
but fire and water are not hurled against us by a vindictive punishing God.
Immanuel God with us.

Another Jeanne plagiarism: When fear evaporates, we can truly turn,
we can truly repent and be transformed.
Many of us fear our own transcendence, we keep ourselves small because of that fear.
It takes great courage to embrace transcendence
just as it takes great courage to repent.
What does transcendence look like?
Nelson Mandela transcending his past, his personal interests and 27-years of prison
& inspiring an entire country to tell the truth, seek reconciliation, and ultimately heal.

Zechariah's song: I love this imagery
``By the tender mercy of our God,
the dawn from on high will break upon us.,
to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death,
to guide our feet into the way of peace.''
reminds me of South Africa's triumph over apartheid.
I feel a longing for much more of this light
perhaps in part because of the Advent season with its more measured slow-growing of light.
But can't many of identify with this longing, simply because of our life experience?
The dawn from on high will break upon us.
We and I mean we
struggle with depression,
with loneliness and isolation,
with anxiety,
with financial crisis,
with addiction.
We worry for children and parents alike.
We watch the earth become increasingly polluted and toxic,
and we humbly admit our participation in the dirtying of our great-grandchildren's inheritance.
We witness war and rape and despair.
We struggle and the earth seems in deplorable condition so much of the time.
``And yet, and yet.
We gather in our churches in a time of fear and,
like Zechariah living under the heel of the Roman empire,
we know we are children of promise.''
We have known love.
We have heard stories of love's unfolding.
We have even experienced, at least in small and fleeting ways,
light breaking over us.
And so we keep coming and gathering, so that we might listen for the story again,
so that we might glimpse the dawn breaking from on high again.
It is that love and light we have known that enable true and honest reflection.
"And you, child''
the words of Zechariah,
spoken first over his son, John the Baptist,
``are the words sung over each one of us,
reminding us of God's call in our livesç''

And so Malachi's 3000-year-old prophecy,
Malachi's imagery in the midst of this Advent season,
is an invitation into repentance,
an invitation into exploring our own depths, shadows, hopes
not in fear, but surrounded by the love that has come into our world,
the love that has come in flesh to dwell among usç
and transform us;
the love that sings, ``And you, childç'' breaking into great brilliant light around and within us.
I invite you to join me: Despite the busy-ness, I am finding ways to slow myself down.
Morning prayers by candlelight and a scheduled evening or two at home
afford opportunities to do this kind of reflection,
with knowledge of both future promise and present assurance
the poetic interplay of Advent's future and present tensesç
We will be forgiven and we are already forgiven!



Malachi 3:1-4

See, I am sending my messenger to prepare the way before me,
and the Lord whom you seek will suddenly come to his temple.
The messenger of the covenant in whom you delight
indeed, he is coming, says the LORD of hosts.
But who can endure the day of his coming, and who can stand when he appears?
For he is like a refiner's fire and like fullers' soap;
he will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver,
and he will purify the descendants of Levi and refine them like gold and silver,
until they present offerings to the LORD in righteousness.
Then the offering of Judah and Jerusalem will be pleasing to the LORD
as in the days of old and as in former years.


Luke 1:68-79

Then his father Zechariah was filled with the Holy Spirit and spoke this prophecy:
"Blessed be the Lord God of Israel,
for he has looked favorably on his people and redeemed them.
He has raised up a mighty savior for us in the house of his servant David,
as he spoke through the mouth of his holy prophets from of old,
that we would be saved from our enemies and from the hand of all who hate us.
Thus he has shown the mercy promised to our ancestors,
and has remembered his holy covenant,
the oath that he swore to our ancestor Abraham, to grant us
that we, being rescued from the hands of our enemies, might serve him without fear,
in holiness and righteousness before him all our days.
And you, child, will be called the prophet of the Most High;
for you will go before the Lord to prepare his ways,
to give knowledge of salvation to his people by the forgiveness of their sins.
By the tender mercy of our God, the dawn from on high will break upon us,
to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death,
to guide our feet into the way of peace."
The child grew and became strong in spirit,
and he was in the wilderness until the day he appeared publicly to Israel.

Psalm 24
Entrance into the Temple
Of David. A Psalm.

The earth is the Lord's and all that is in it,
the world, and those who live in it;
for he has founded it on the seas,
and established it on the rivers.

Who shall ascend the hill of the Lord?
And who shall stand in his holy place?
Those who have clean hands and pure hearts,
who do not lift up their souls to what is false,
and do not swear deceitfully.
They will receive blessing from the Lord,
and vindication from the God of their salvation.
Such is the company of those who seek him,
who seek the face of the God of Jacob.
Selah

Lift up your heads, O gates!
and be lifted up, O ancient doors!
that the King of glory may come in.
Who is the King of glory?
The Lord, strong and mighty,
the Lord, mighty in battle.
Lift up your heads, O gates!
and be lifted up, O ancient doors!
that the King of glory may come in.
Who is this King of glory?
The Lord of hosts,
he is the King of glory.
Selah

Hebrews 8:11-12
words of assurance

And they shall not teach one another
or say to each other, ``Know the Lord'',
for they shall all know me,
from the least of them to the greatest.
For I will be merciful towards their iniquities,
and I will remember their sins no more.'

Thu, 15 Feb 2007 17:05:44 GMT Megan M Ramer
122406_Full_Spiritual_Stature http://chicagocomm.il.us.mennonite.net/:=122406_Full_Spiritual_Stature.rtf@CB2.Worship/Sermons Chicago Community Mennonite Church
24 December 2006
Advent 4 Love Has Come!
Sermon: Full Spiritual Stature
Megan M. Ramer

Micah 5:2-5a
Luke 1:39-55


This isn't a real sermon, whatever that means
I couldn't bring myself to write a formal meditation
for this Christmas Eve morning service.
This will be story.
Or stories, plural.
And hopefully it will inspire greater beauty and deeper love
and if a story that inspires beauty and love isn't a sermon, then what exactly is??

Story # 1 features me:
I was on retreat for part of one day this week,
and I was thinking about the gospel reading for this morning
Mary visits Elizabeth,
John the Baptist dances in Elizabeth's womb,
Elizabeth greets and welcomes her pregnant cousin Mary.
And Mary, then, sings one of the most magnificent songs ever sung
A song we've come to call the Magnificat.
I was imagining this encounter, re-committing to memory Mary's song,
and pondering what word might be for you and for me this morning.

I pulled out my journal one given me by Kelly Carson for my birthday last year,
in which she randomly filled portions of pages here and there
with quotes, poems, prayers, and excerpts of various kinds.
I turned to a page almost exactly in the middle and settled in to do some writing.
I always start by writing the date, which I did,
and on this morning,
I wrote the date immediately below a quote that I hadn't yet read.
You see, I'm one of those people who wouldn't even dream of reading the last page of a book first.
Books are meant to be read in the order in which their pages are numbered,
thank you very much.
I'm also one of those people who reads a magazine in order.
And newspapers, too.
And while I'm quite aware that magazines and newspapers aren't written so rigidly to be read in a precise order,
it's just the kind of person I am.
On my better days, I know it to be a gift of great import that I bring my world
orderliness and good, logical process.
On my worse days, those nearest and dearest to me know it to be a bane of their own existence
one right way to do things READ: Megan's way
and zillions of wrong ways to do things.

Anyhow,
I wrote the date, and then with a kind of prideful joy that one who has patiently waited for something to be revealed in its due time, I read the quote.

It is attributed to one of my favorite theologians, Carter Heyward,
who has done outstanding work on theology and sexuality.
This is how it readsç
notice how I've given you all the gift of an extended introduction so that you, too, can feel that smidge of prideful joy in having patiently awaited that which is to be revealed in it due timeç
This is how it reads:

``Do we not love and fear the freshness of those
who call us to live
rather than to stagnate
to grow into our full spiritual stature
rather than to settle for a shallow mediocrity of ourselves?''

I said to myself aha!
This is the message of Mary's visit to Elizabeth for us this morning.
This is precisely what Elizabeth offers Mary:
a call to live and to grow into her full spiritual stature.
And
this is story # 2 .

``Blessed are you among women,
and blessed is the fruit of your womb.
And why has this happened to me,
that the mother of my Lord comes to me?
çAnd blessed is she who believed that there would be a fulfillment
of what was spoken to her by the Lord.''

immediately follows: The Magnificat
magnificent, stunning, prophetic song of Mary
the ``full spiritual stature'' of Mary
Elizabeth's naming of Mary as blessed
a confirmation of everything Mary heard from the angel but feared might
not be true.

``And Mary stayed with her about 3 months before returning home.''
I wonder if only to exercise this new and frightful experience of ``full spiritual stature''ç
remember, the quote intuits that we both love
and fear those who call us to this way of being and living.

Story # 3:
Intro to remembering CPT hostage situation one year ago give background, recount basicsç
Jim Loney for ``Junior''
December 29
one year ago
one day after Christmas cake and singing:

On December 28, our captors brought us a Christmas cake decorated with thick white icing, green palm trees, and indecipherable pink writing. They sang ``Happy Birthday to You'' in honor of Jesus' birth, and we sang ``Silent Night.'' The captor we nicknamed ``Uncle'' cut and distributed the cake with a piece of cardboard. Then, laughing merrily, he scooped up a big fistful and shoveled it into his mouth.

day # 34 after gunpoint abduction
``Junior'' declared his intent re: suicide mission

The next day, the captor we called ``Junior'' declared he was going on a suicide mission. He mimed driving a car full of explosives up to an American Humvee, and BOOM! Pointing first to himself and then skyward, eyes rolling piously, he said, ``Jenna [heaven]. With my mother, my father, my fianc.'' They, along with his best friend and one of his sisters, were killed when the U.S. bombed his house in Fallujah. Then, pointing to the earth and spitting, he said, ``America.''

I once asked him what he would be doing if the U.S. hadn't invaded his country. ``Helping my father in the market,'' he shrugged. Junior was 25 years old with a grade six education.

His intention to use his young body as a weapon disturbed me profoundly. I racked my brain for some way to break through his bomb-proof, God-blessed, necrophiliac logic. I wanted him to know, right in his body, how good, how beautiful he was, how much God loved him.

December 31
New Year's Eve 2 days later - # 36 of 118 days of captivity
Jim offered ``Junior'' his first massage

On New Year's Eve, while Junior supervised our morning exercise and bathroom routine, I brought him a chair, pointed to it, then pointed to his shoulders and mimed massaging them. He often complained of neck and shoulder pain. He took the chair, eyes wide with surprise.
My thumbs and fingers searched through the network of knotted muscle and spasms that had colonized his back. I could feel him melting into the chair. Something told me he had never been touched this way.

Harmeet's reflection thereon:

Jim spent much time with one of our more volatile captors trying to convince him not to become a suicide bomber. He encouraged him most evenings while massaging his tense back, telling him he would make a good father.

March 22
day # 117 day before release
``Junior'' solicited another massage; Jim was resistant
conversation re: suicide and whether it was
haram (forbidden) in Christianity like it was in Islam
Junior's declaration re: his intent to become a father insteadçLAST encounter

Junior held out his right forearm and pleaded, ``Come on, Jim. Massage. Massage.'' I was sitting on top of our communal bed and Junior sat cross-legged in front of me. Despite my reluctance, I complied. It's hard to say no to a captor. As I kneaded his forearm, he released a torrent of woes: no mother, no father, no house, no marriage, no children, no job, no money to fix the clutch on his car. He explained in body language that the pain in his arms was from his day job, using a high-powered rifle to shoot American soldiers. He seemed on the brink of despair.

``What do they say in Canada about suicide? Is it okay or not?'' Junior asked me. ``It is haram [forbidden],'' I answered, ``by Esau [Jesus].''

``Good,'' he said, ``just like Islam.'' He looked at me, pointing his finger solemnly at his own chest, and said, ``I no suicide. Suicide no goodharam. I [get] married. I [become] father.''

Junior locked us up, turned off the light, and left the room. That was my last encounter with him.

Perhaps this is not the ``full spiritual stature'' of ``Junior'' just yet.
But then again, how many of us achieve such a lofty goal?
One might be tempted to christen Jim with such a grand description
after all, here he is massaging the tension out of a man's arms who has held him captive against his will for 117 days,
despite Jim's reflection on the difficulty of saying ``no'' to one's captorç
Jim
did , after all, initiate the first massage.
But Jim would be the first to dissuade you from such a mistake.
His annoyance as described earlier in the article

As our captivity progressed, the acute, heart-pounding terror of those first days gradually phased into a chronic white noise. Boredom became the great enemy. I was lost in a universe of greywash, grey that invaded, infected, and debilitated every pore of my being.

Tom Fox became the prophet of the present moment. ``All we have is the now,'' he would say. ``The past is a fiction and the future doesn't exist.''ç

An initial feeling of challenge and inspiration gave way to theological irritation. That's fine for ordinary times, I thought, but not when the present moment is a living, ineradicable hell. I became self-absorbed, irritated with everything: Harmeet's wiggling toes, Norman's burps, the way Tom chewed his food, the hours of feckless small talk.

I didn't dare tell them. Each day, each hour, each minute I was confronted with a choice: Withdraw, clench my heart into a fist, and conserve my widow's mite of emotional energy or open my heart, inhabit the moment, be generous with acceptance and conversation and listening.

The goal seems to be becoming less and less and less that ``shallow mediocrity'' of ourselves.
How?
Through love, compassion. ``generosity of acceptance,'' shared humanity, tender touch.
``Something told me he had never been touch this way.''
shared humanity: captor for captive (cake, sweaters)
and captive for captor (massage, names)
This kind of shared humanity allows for the kind of statement the three living captives have recently written in response to a request that they testify against those, now being detained, who allegedly kidnapped them.

read statement from Jim, Harmeet, and Norman [included below]

Story # 4 features each one of us:
And each one of us for whom?
Rose Marie Berger (Catholic peace activist and poet)
writes that the disciplines of Advent
(candle-lighting on the small scale, Advent calendars single day by single day, etc.)
``teach us to do small things greatly,
to do few things but to do them well,
to love in particular, rather than in general.''
This, she claims and prophesies, will ``generate hope.''

Whom shall we love ``in particular''??
Rabbinic tale:
Ancient Rabbi asked pupils how they could tell
night had ended and day was on its way backç
Could it be that it's when one can distinguish whether an animal spied in the distance is a sheep or a dog?
``No.''
Could it be that it's when one can distinguish whether a tree seen in the distance is a peach tree or a fig tree?
``No.''
The Rabbi's pupils gave up and asked him the answer to his own question:
how they could tell night had ended and day was on its way backç
The Rabbi replied,
``It is when you look on the face of any woman and see that she is your sister.
It is when you look on the face of any man and see that he is your brother.
Because if you cannot do this, then no matter what time it is, it is still night.''

In Advent we proclaim that the Light has come into the world,
and indeed it has
every time we love
in particular ,
every time we
call another to live and to grow into her full spiritual stature,
every time we respond ``yes'' to living and growing into our full spiritual stature,
or at least each time we become less and less that ``shallow mediocrity'' of ourselves.
It is then, in the spirit of Mary,
that we find ourselves empowered to sing of a more just world.
It is then, in the spirit of Junior and Jim,
that we find ourselves inspired to choose to give birth to life rather than death.
It is then, in the spirit of all who love,
that we find ourselves willing to name this stranger brother and that stranger sister.
Love has come!
This was planned long ago, sisters and brothers.
And it comes true over and over again.
Love has come.



Luke 1:39-55

Mary Visits Elizabeth

In those days Mary set out and went with haste to a Judean town in the hill country, where she entered the house of Zechariah and greeted Elizabeth. When Elizabeth heard Mary's greeting, the child leapt in her womb. And Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit and exclaimed with a loud cry, `Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb. And why has this happened to me, that the mother of my Lord comes to me? For as soon as I heard the sound of your greeting, the child in my womb leapt for joy. And blessed is she who believed that there would be a fulfilment of what was spoken to her by the Lord.'

Mary's Song of Praise

And Mary said,
`My soul magnifies the Lord,
and my spirit rejoices in God my Saviour,
for he has looked with favour on the lowliness of his servant.
Surely, from now on all generations will call me blessed;
for the Mighty One has done great things for me,
and holy is his name.
His mercy is for those who fear him
from generation to generation.
He has shown strength with his arm;
he has scattered the proud in the thoughts of their hearts.
He has brought down the powerful from their thrones,
and lifted up the lowly;
he has filled the hungry with good things,
and sent the rich away empty.
He has helped his servant Israel,
in remembrance of his mercy,
according to the promise he made to our ancestors,
to Abraham and to his descendants for ever.'


(Norman Kember, Harmeet Singh Sooden and CPTer James Loney
delivered the following statement at a press conference on Dec 8,
2006 in London.)

We three, members of a Christian Peacemaker Teams (CPT) delegation to
Iraq, were kidnapped on November 26, 2005 and held for 118 days
before being freed by British and American forces on March 23, 2006.
Our friend and colleague, Tom Fox, an American citizen and full-time
member of the CPT team working in Baghdad at the time, was kidnapped
with us and murdered on March 9, 2006. We are immensely sad that he
is not sitting with us here today.

On behalf of our families and CPT, we thank you for attending this
press conference today.

It was on this day a year ago that our captors threatened to execute
us unless their demands were met. This ultimatum, unknown to us at
the time, was a source of extreme distress for our families, friends
and colleagues.

The deadline was extended by two days to December 10, which is
International Human Rights Day. On this day, people all over the
world will commemorate the adoption of the Universal Declaration of
Human Rights by the UN General Assembly in 1948 by speaking out for
all those whose human dignity is being violated by torture, arbitrary
imprisonment, poverty, racism, oppression or war.

We understand a number of men alleged to be our captors have been
apprehended, charged with kidnapping, and are facing trial in the
Central Criminal Court of Iraq. We have been asked by the police in
our respective countries to testify in the trial. After much
reflection upon our traditions, both Sikh and Christian, we are
issuing this statement today.

We unconditionally forgive our captors for abducting and holding us.
We have no desire to punish them. Punishment can never restore what
was taken from us.

What our captors did was wrong. They caused us, our families and our
friends great suffering. Yet, we bear no malice towards them and
have no wish for retribution. Should those who have been charged
with holding us hostage be brought to trial and convicted, we ask
that they be granted all possible leniency. We categorically lay
aside any rights we may have over them.

In our view, the catastrophic levels of violence and the lack of
effective protection of human rights in Iraq is inextricably linked
to the US-led invasion and occupation. As for many others, the
actions of our kidnappers were part of a cycle of violence they
themselves experienced. While this in no way justifies what the men
charged with our kidnapping are alleged to have done, we feel this
must be considered in any potential judgment.

Forgiveness is an essential part of Sikh, Christian and Muslim
teaching. Guru Nanak Dev Ji, the first of the Sikh Gurus
said, "'Forgiveness' is my mother..." and, "Where there is
forgiveness, there is God." Jesus said, "For if you forgive those
who sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you."
And of Prophet Mohammed (peace be upon him) it is told that once,
while preaching in the city of Ta'if, he was abused, stoned and
driven out of the city. An angel appeared to him and offered to
crush the city between the two surrounding mountains if he ordered
him to do so, whereupon the Prophet(PBUH) said, "No. Maybe from
them or their offspring will come good deeds."

Through the power of forgiveness, it is our hope that good deeds will
come from the lives of our captors, and that we will all learn to
reject the use of violence. We believe those who use violence
against others are themselves harmed by the use of violence.

Kidnapping is a capital offence in Iraq and we understand that some
of our captors could be sentenced to death. The death penalty is an
irrevocable judgment. It erases all possibility that those who have
harmed others, even seriously, can yet turn to good. We
categorically oppose the death penalty.

By this commitment to forgiveness, we hope to plant a seed that one
day will bear the fruits of healing and reconciliation for us, our
captors, the peoples of Canada, New Zealand, the United Kingdom, the
United States, and most of all, Iraq. We look forward to the day
when the Universal Declaration of Human Rights is respected by all
the world's people.

Harmeet Singh Sooden, Norman Kember, James Loney

Thu, 15 Feb 2007 17:06:25 GMT Megan M Ramer
012107_Make_Love_Not_War http://chicagocomm.il.us.mennonite.net/:=012107_Make_Love_Not_War.rtf@CB2.Worship/Sermons Chicago Community Mennonite Church
21 January 2007
Epiphany 3
Sermon: Make love, not war
Megan M. Ramer

Nehemiah 8:1-3, 5-6, 8-10
Psalm 19
Luke 4:14-21

This morning I reveal a little-known rhythm of my day offç
Nearly every Monday, late morning, I take the train to the loop,
disembark the pink line at Randolph,
and walk a short block to the Cultural Center,
arriving in time to occupy a seat of my choosing
in the majestically-tiled and grandly-windowed Preston Bradley Hall,
pull out a book to read while listening to the end of rehearsal for whichever instrumental ensemble is scheduled to perform the free 12:15 concert
I, who am eternally and unswervingly late, or
just barely on time
arrive predictably and tranquilly early,
enjoy some rehearsal, observe the slow and steady,
and then increasingly insistent ingathering of retired folks and students,
carefully tuck my book away,
and then relish whatever gourmet platters of music the cultural chefs have prepared.
The whole experience is a delicious treasure.


Several months ago, sitting second row, left-of-center,
(a place I feel comfortableç)
I found myself in a great position to observe the activities of middle-aged white man,
first row, only-
slightly -left-of-center.
He was sketching.
Marvelously.
And I was struck by the beauty of
creativity of one ilk inspiring an entirely different medium of creativity
and I began to craft a sermon illustration on this creation-begetting-creation image,
surprised to, then, find myself as the next link on the chain,
the next course in the creativity feast:
string quintet inspires
pencil sketch inspires sermon illustration inspires what next??!
Now it's your turn, of course.
The
what is unknown, but the whether is certain.
string quintet
begets sketch begets sermon begets
whatever is inspired in one of you; ten of you.
Maybe not in the next day, or week, or even year. But someday.
Or maybe 75 different creations in the next week that inspire a doubling,
a quadrupling,
an exponential hyper-growth of creation.
I didn't know when I would use this sermon illustration, but never doubted I would.
Today is the day.
Why?
Well because we're honoring Martin Luther King Jr. this morning by talking about how to end the war in Iraq.
That's why.
Clear?

Let's start with King, and see if I can paint a coherent canvas that connects King with the war in Iraq with creation begetting creation in the Cultural Center one fine autumn day in Chicagoç
Oh yeah, and let's not forget Jesus reading from the scroll of Isaiah in the temple. That too.

I marked Martin Luther King Day by doing what I traditionally do
reading some of King's speeches, sermons and writings
I read King seeking and
always finding inspiration,
while simultaneously attempting to keep his feet planted firmly enough upon the same ground I navigate so as not to get trapped in the idolatry of worshipping King the super-human whom you and I not only
will never be,
but even more dangerously,
could never be.
In the last years, I
always include his Vietnam War speech,
``A Time to Break Silence,'' in this holy January ritual of mine.
For several reasons:

1.       I, like many, resist a sanitized King who is allowed to dream eloquently of a color-blind peaceful coexistence amidst ringing freedom and smiling children, yet is conspicuously gagged before tackling ``the giant triplets of racism, materialism and militarismç[that are] incapable of being conqueredçwhen machines and computers, profit motives and property rights are considered more important than people.'' It was not ``I have a dreamç'' that got King executed. Being ``increasingly compelled to see the war as an enemy of the poor and attack[ing] it as such'' did.

2.       My Iliff professor, friend and dear brother Vincent Harding was the primary writer of this speech, and I can hear his voice delightfully woven with King's when I read itand that connection gives me great joy.

3.       In the years since the start of this most recent Iraq war, I submit myself to at least a yearly reading of this eerie speech, delivered at Riverside Church in 1967eerie because substituting ``Iraq'' for ``Vietnam'' and ``terrorism'' for ``communism'' yields such a profoundly relevant, true, and most eerily contemporary message, 40 years later, that I literally shiver. ``How can they believe in our integrity when now we speak of "aggression from the north" as if there were nothing more essential to the war? How can they trust us when now we charge them with violence while we pour every new weapon of death into their land? Surely we must understand their feelings even if we do not condone their actions. Surely we must see that the men we supported pressed them to their violence. Surely we must see that our own computerized plans of destruction simply dwarf their greatest actsçIf we continue there will be no doubt in my mind and in the mind of the world that we have no honorable intentions in Vietnam. It will become clear that our minimal expectation is to occupy it as an American colony and men will not refrain from thinking that our maximum hope is to goad China into a war so that we may bomb her nuclear installations. If we do not stop our war against the people of Vietnam immediately the world will be left with no other alternative than to see this as some horribly clumsy and deadly game we have decided to play. The world now demands a maturity of America that we may not be able to achieve. It demands that we admit that we have been wrong from the beginning of our adventure in Vietnam, that we have been detrimental to the life of Vietnamese people. The situation is one in which we must be ready to turn sharply from our present ways. In order to atone for our sins and errors in Vietnam, we should take the initiative in bringing a halt to this tragic war.''

This speech is especially apropos given the senate's growing bi-partisan consensus opposing Bush's ``new'' strategy of sending an additional 21,500 troops to Iraq.
People may just be ready to actually
hear King's messageç
WASHINGTON (CNN) -- Republican Sen. Susan Collins of Maine on Thursday told CNN that she is working with colleagues on "both sides of the aisle" to come up with a resolution opposing President Bush's plan to increase troops numbers in Iraq -- after she and other Republicans objected to certain language in a resolution proposed by three other senatorsçDemocratic Sens. Joe Biden of Delaware and Carl Levin of Michigan, and Republican Sen. Chuck Hagel of Nebraskaç"The Biden resolution has a bottom line I agree with, but there is language I disagree with," [Collins] saidçOn Wednesday the bipartisan trio of senators unveiled a resolution saying, "It is not in the national interest of the United States to deepen its military involvement in Iraq, particularly by escalating U.S. troop presence in Iraq."
ç[Our own] Democratic Sen. Barack Obamaçintroduced a bill Thursday on the Senate floor to cap the number of troops sent to Iraqç"It now falls on Congress to find a way to support our troops in the field while still preventing the president from multiplying his previous mistakes," Obama said in a statement. "That is why I not only favor capping the number U.S. troops in Iraq, but believe it's imperative that we begin the phased redeployment I called for two months ago."

The Megan method of marking MLK Day,
which does not produce terribly unique results,
at least not in a community like this one,
but the results of that Megan method call meagainto bring an end to this war.
And to
all war.
But for now,
this war.
And how do I do that? How do we do that?
In the spirit of MLK, how do we commit to ending this war?

ONE: By speaking prophetically.
Like Ezra in the Nehemiah passage who reads from the book of the law
and all who hear it raise their hands to praise God, and then weep.
Weep why?
We aren't sure from the text, but I imagine like many of us have also wept
when we have heard truth, beauty, challenge
a prophetic naming of what is and what shall be,
what we must do and whom we must be.
Like Jesus with the scroll of Isaiah,
who bravely declares, ``Today this scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing.''
Our reading in Luke stopped just shy of the crowds angrily attempting to throw him and his prophetic speech over a cliff.

Like MLK, who with the urging of some like Vincent Harding,
called America to repentance for its sins in Vietnam,
and to a revolution of political and social values,
despite the attempted silencing by others in the black-led Southern Freedom movement who thought this silly war-resistance a distraction rather than an extension of their work on civil rights for American black folks.

This is what I've been re-reminded of this past week
re: prophets and prophetic speech
Prophets do less foretelling (a misconception on the part of many)
foretelling, which concerns the future,
Prophets have been and are more engaged in forth-telling, concern with present:
``[Prophets speak] forth the truth regarding social, religious, and economic matters.
Their persistent outspokenness in calling people to live justly often renders them unpopular.'' (Jan Richardson relaying
Cruden's Complete Concordance )
I think of the Guantanamo witness at the federal courthouse last week on the 5 th anniversary of the opening of that disgrace of a would-be prison.
I think of the image of orange jumpsuits and hoods
brave prophets, including our own Sarah Shirk
kneeling on the floor, anonymously facing the windowed wall overlooking the street,
speaking forth, through image, the truth regarding a social, religious, and economic matter.
That image told more truth than a myriad Chicago Tribune articles could have.
We end this war by speaking and imaging prophetically.

TWO: By creating
We've encountered King, traversed the war in Iraq, and now we're finally at the steps of the Chicago Cultural Center.
Maxine Hong Kingston, a Chinese-American writer, poet, and professor of English at UC Berkeley, wrote the following poem:

Children, everybody,
here's what to do during war:
In a time of destruction
create something.

A poem. A parade. A friendship. A community.
A place that is the commons.
A school. A vow. A moral principle.
One peaceful moment.    
                          
This is one of the primary ways in which we live out having been created in the image of God = by creating, by realizing our creativity and participating in the feast of creation
(The other primary way in which I believe we live out having been created in the image of God is in our relationalityanother of my sermons you've heard preached several times in 1.5 years, and will continue to hear)
But this morning, it's creation.
I was praying one morning this week,
communing with sisters, near and far, known and unknown,
in my
Sacred Journeys meditation,
my friend Jeremiah's original guitar compositions
sculpting the soundscape of the room,
and my Mac-installed screen saver of images from the cosmos were waxing and waning, waxing and waning on my computer screen across the room.
And I was dreaming this sermon,
surprised, once again, at my place in the chain of creativity begetting creativityç
another little chain of creativity or more accurately a
spiral of creativity,
tumbling through the cosmos, through human interaction,
through a moment of sacred attentiveness to all the connections.

Because of the cycling, the spiraling nature of this constant creation,
it's not so linearly apparent which cause produces which effect,
in fact, the ``order'' sometimes gets all screwy beautifully, blessedly screwy.
I think of a ring I made in jewelry class at Goshen College
one of my attempts to discover a creative person hidden somewhere in my largely self-judged uncreative self
this was before I learned and really knew that being created in the image of God bequeathed meand every last self-judged uncreative selfwith creativityç
divine creativity.
Anyway, in the designing of the ring,
it was clear to me that a gap was essential to this thingç
a line around a plain silver band,
a line that twisted into a simple, flowy knot-to-be,
twisting back to itself, thereby leaving a gap
the gap was the key
and I didn't know why for another several months.
It was when I found a relational and psychological gap between myself and others so profoundly needed, that the jeweled gap revealed its own truth.

I maybe had a
foretaste of knowing myself to be part of something much larger.
Part of a spiraling, circular creation without end, but not without beginning:
God, you see, is the source.
Creation without end; God its source;
each of us recipients and muses, recipients and muses,
world without end, Amen.

All this gives new meaning to the Vietnam era slogan, Make Love Not War.
Another aural echo of the time when King forth-told the truth of that war,
this war,
all war.
And the hippies mused,
(in my best stoned voice) ``Make love, not war, manç''
(or at least I'm toldI wasn't aliveç)
I can't help but to delight in the prophetic forth-telling of such a cliched aphorism.
Indeed, make love not limited, but certainly including, its sexual connotation.

In times of war,
for the sake of ending this war and every war,
make love
create love
create life
create

This seems, somewhere deep within me, to be good and true and right,
and an appropriate way to work to end war.
I don't exactly know why, but I have hintsç
It makes me things of family systems theory,
something I've read on and off for the past 15 years.
One of its cornerstones =
work not with the ``diagnosed'' or ``diagnosable'' one,
but rather the one most demonstrably able to change.
Start with the one most able to change.
In so doing, the whole system will be forced to change, shift, stretch
in order to accommodate the changed one.
This results in a new face of the system and therefore new patterns,
new ways of relationship, new diagnoses evenç
Part of the inspired beauty of this approach is in its disallowing us, again,
from pinning blame on any of the plethora of very good blame-worthy optionsç
including with this war in Iraq.
We must keep changing our own position, thereby inciting the system to stretch.
Ours is arguably the only position we
can shift, and so we must.
Over and over even as the system works remarkably hard to yank us back into our former position that allowed a nice, systemic equilibrium.
We must shift.

In the face of war,
create.
Shift the system of self- and other-destruction by creating love and life and new.

Somewhat of a sidenote that I feel compelled to include here:
Creation is
not to be confused with productivity,
especially in this season of winter slowed-down simplification.
What I envision is not so soulless as productivity
but rather as soul-filled as creativity.
Give birth to beauty, truth, and good within you,
thereby shifting the balance of indifference and compassion,
hate and right relationship,
killing and reviving,
war and love.

Like Mary Oliver poetically suggests,
make soup,
knit a hat,
and I might add:
make a fruit salad for some neighborhood kids,
get bundled up at half-time, of course and make snow angels,
invite passing children and adult neighbors to join you and then go in for cocoa,
dance with Marina in Jan's kitchen,
dance with your children, your friend, or just yourself on the street,
write a poem and send it to at least one person,
or post it anonymously on a bulletin board at school,
engage in one creative act this week that frightens you just a bitç
and stretches the system around you to make room for the new creationç
Wage peace actively, relentlessly, with every cell of divine creativity within you.

There's the canvas: wide and singular and breathtakingç
Martin Luther King Jr., Vietnam, America, Iraq, prophecy, a string quintet and a sketch.
And the Spirit God's breath Spirit
who swept over the deep, dark waters of our majestic creation story,
spiraling over, around and throughout the canvas,
like a holy hurricane of ever-presentness, in which we find our muse and our source.
Amen.






Nehemiah 8:1-3, 5-6, 8-10

All the people gathered together into the square before the Water Gate.
They told the scribe Ezra to bring the book of the law of Moses,
which the LORD had given to Israel.
Accordingly, the priest Ezra brought the law before the assembly,
both men and women and all who could hear with understanding.
This was on the first day of the seventh month.
He read from it facing the square before the Water Gate from early morning until midday, in the presence of the men and the women and those who could understand;
and the ears of all the people were attentive to the book of the lawç

And Ezra opened the book in the sight of all the people,
for he was standing above all the people;
and when he opened it, all the people stood up.
Then Ezra blessed the LORD, the great God,
and all the people answered, "Amen, Amen," lifting up their hands.
Then they bowed their heads and worshiped the LORD with their faces to the groundç

So they read from the book, from the law of God, with interpretation.
They gave the sense, so that the people understood the reading.
And Nehemiah, who was the governor, and Ezra the priest and scribe,
and the Levites who taught the people said to all the people,
"This day is holy to the LORD your God; do not mourn or weep."
For all the people wept when they heard the words of the law.
Then he said to them,
"Go your way, eat the fat and drink sweet wine
and send portions of them to those for whom nothing is prepared,
for this day is holy to our LORD;
and do not be grieved, for the joy of the LORD is your strength."

Luke 4:14-21

Then Jesus, filled with the power of the Spirit, returned to Galilee,
and a report about him spread through all the surrounding country.
He began to teach in their synagogues and was praised by everyone.
When he came to Nazareth, where he had been brought up,
he went to the synagogue on the sabbath day, as was his custom.
He stood up to read, and the scroll of the prophet Isaiah was given to him.
He unrolled the scroll and found the place where it was written:
"The Spirit of the Lord is upon me,
because he has anointed me to bring good news to the poor.
He has sent me to proclaim release to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind,
to let the oppressed go free, to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor."
And he rolled up the scroll, gave it back to the attendant, and sat down.
The eyes of all in the synagogue were fixed on him.
Then he began to say to them, "Today this scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing."

Thu, 15 Feb 2007 17:06:57 GMT Megan M Ramer
021107_Woe_is_we http://chicagocomm.il.us.mennonite.net/:=021107_Woe_is_we.rtf@CB2.Worship/Sermons Chicago Community Mennonite Church
11 February 2007
Epiphany 6
Sermon: Woe is w
Megan M. Ramer

We Mennonites are a Sermon on the Mount people.
We have treasured Matthew 5-7, written about it, modeled our behaviors and theologies and identities on it more than any other section of scripture.
It's our undisputed canon within a canon.
We have inherited a tradition of action, of practical application of the Gospel's message, of radical discipleship.
We have inherited a tradition of humble, self-sacrificial giving.
Whether or not we successfully continue to honor and live up to that tradition,
at least in theory, we know how to walk the second mile, how to turn the other cheek,
and how to love our enemies and pray for those that persecute us.

This morning I'd like to read Matthew's and Luke's versions of the beatitudes
back to back, because I bet the version you heard this morning
is strikingly less familiar to you than the Matthean version.
And I'd like you to pay close attention,
because I'm going to ask you to respond to a question after I'm done.

[Matthew 5: 1-12 followed by Luke 6: 17-26]

How many of you were more familiar with the Matthew version the 1st passage I read? Were any of you more familiar with the Lukan version?

We are so familiar with Matthew's beatitudes.
Matthew's version makes a very nice bible memory passage;
one that I, and probably many of you, learned as a child.
It's a great text for a song, most notably Sweet Honey in the Rock's rendition,
which seems worth playing for youç

play Sweet Honey in the Rock's ``Beatitudes''

On the Mount of Beatitudes just north of the Sea of Galilee,
the purported location of Jesus' Sermon on the Mount,
there is a small round chapel with a series of stained glass windows
circling just below the roof, each one representing one of Matthew's beatitudes.
They are poetry. They're beautiful.
"Blessed are thoseç For they shallç"
We know these beatitudes.
We like these beatitudes.

Luke, on the other hand, does something slightly different than Matthew;
in some ways, very different
different enough that Luke's beatitudes aren't a part of our collective memory
in the same way Matthew's beatitudes are.
And I think that there's more going on here
than simply being a Sermon on the Mount people.
Luke's version is somewhat jarring and debatably downright disturbing.
But I've come to love Luke's beatitudes
and we'll see maybe I'll manage to inspire that love in you as well this morning.

This morning we are going to do a careful read of the parallels and divergences
between Matthew's and Luke's version of the beatitudes,
some of which you have already observed, and see what all of it might have to say to us.

First of all, Luke brings Jesus down from the mountain and onto a 'plain' or a 'level place.' Matthew's Jesus sees the crowd,
and retreats to the mountain in order to teach his disciples,
meaning the twelve chosen disciples.
Later we find out that the crowd has been listening in on the sermon,
but Matthew gives us an image of Jesus running away from the crowd
to a high place in order to be with his closest companions.
Luke's Jesus, on the other hand, has just been on the mountain, praying by himself,
and calling the twelve chosen together.
But before the sermon, he descends to a level place and joins the crowd.
And Luke's crowd is conceived differently than Matthew's.
Luke's crowd is described as a
"crowd of his disciples and a great multitude of the people" from all over the region.
So when Jesus looks up at his disciples and begins to preach the beatitudes,
he is addressing a crowd of disciples, not simply the twelve.
Luke paints a picture of throngs of followers,
all of whom were healed by Jesus,
and all of who are addressed by Jesus in the sermon.

Second, Luke's Jesus is more direct than Matthew's Jesus.
In the more familiar Matthew version, Jesus blesses parties addressed in the third person, who are described but not explicitly named.
We get the impression that these third parties are outside the 'us' that Jesus has created with the twelve.
As Jesus speaks, it is clear that they are not 'me' or 'you' or even 'we,'
they are most decidedly 'they':
"Blessed are those who mournçBlessed are the meekç
Blessed are the peacemakersçBlessed are those who are persecutedç"
In Luke, Jesus speaks in the more direct second person:
"Blessed are you who weepçBlessed are you when people hate youçBlessed are you."

Third, Luke's Jesus is scandalously more concrete and material than Matthew's.
In the familiar Matthew version, Jesus' message is spiritualized:
"Blessed are the poor in spiritç
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness."
Luke's Jesus doesn't mess around with mincing words,
and he is deeply concerned with the material well-being of the marginalized,
not simply the spiritual well-being:
"Blessed are you who are poorçBlessed are you who are hungry."

And finally, Luke's Jesus follows his blessing with woes,
which are completely absent in Matthew.
Blessed are youç But woe to you.
It's a little tough to dodge Jesus' wagging finger on this one.
While Jesus' jump to woe-ing his disciples,
after having just blessed them,
may feel a bit abrupt or harsh to some of you,
I think woes naturally follow on the heels of blessings in many cases.

One example:
When I was a freshman at Bethany Christian High School in Goshen IN,
playing on the varsity volleyball team,
I was obviously skilled enough to have made the varsity team,
but I was still sort of growing into my womanly body
Or maybe that's a little too generousç
It might be more accurate to say that I was awaiting the day
when I would grow into my womanly body.
But anyway, one day after practice,
Coach Jewel dismissed the team back to the locker room,
but asked Brit Kaufman and I if we would stick around for a minute.
When the rest of the team had left,
she launched into praise for our contributions to the team,
and specifically our contribution of skilled hitting.
It went something like this,
"Brit, Megan, you are two of my prized hitters.
Your form is great.
You are consistent and reliable in follow through.
Your placement is improving every day.
You're both reading and communicating with the setters well.
And I'm thrilled to have you in my line-up."
What's coming next?
Can you feel it?
I certainly could.
"Butç"
But.
There's nearly always a 'but.'
In this case, the 'but' included the following,
"You have the smallest shoulders I have ever seen in my life."
The team was already on a weight-lifting regimen,
and from that moment forward,
Brit and I had extra weight-lifting requirement
that were intended to beef up our puny upper bodies.

You see the natural and anticipated progression here. And you've certainly experienced this yourselves the build-up to the 'but.' Is that what Jesus is doing in Luke? Blessed are youçBlessed are youçBlessed are you, butç

Regardless of the reason, I think it's precisely the woes,
in addition to the concrete and material nature of the blessings,
which make Luke's beatitudes woefully unfamiliar to us.
After all, I am neither poor nor hungry,
nor do people hate me (at least not many people).
And so that places me undeniably outside of Jesus' blessings in Luke.
In fact, I am not only indisputably outside of Jesus' blessings,
I am painfully well within the scope Jesus' woes.
I am rich, I am full, and people generally speak well of me.
I can make a case for being, at least occasionally, "poor in spirit,"
and I undoubtedly "hunger and thirst for righteousness,"
but that's a far cry from being "poor" and "hungry."
The way Matthew has spiritualized the beatitudes grants me access to Jesus' blessings, but it also domesticizes Jesus' scandalous gospel message.

According to Jesus' 'coming out' sermon, so to speak
His first public preaching in the synagogue,
when he reads from the scroll of the prophet Isaiah and declares its immediate fulfillment,
the gospel message is so scandalous
it comes dangerously close to getting Jesus thrown off a cliff.
Part of the scandal is the fact that he has come to preach good news to the poor.
I think we often insert ourselves into this text.
We gloss over the material implications of Jesus' words
and read that he has come to preach good news to everyone,
including us.
And that's not necessarily the case.
``I have come to preach good news to the poor.''
``Blessed are the poor.''

Latin American liberation theologian, Gustavo Gutierrez,
writes of God's preferential option for the poor.
Gutierrez write of God's bias toward the poor.
He contends that God does not merely love the poor because they are poor,
and therefore better than others, either morally or religiously,
but because they are living in an "inhuman situation that is contrary to God's will."

Let's revisit Luke's use of the second person in Jesus' beatitudes.
Blessed are youç But woe to you.
Jesus is addressing a crowd of his disciples,
and the personal and direct nature of his address, the 'you,'
indicates that both the blessed and woe-d are around him,
both the blessed and the woe-d are among his crowd of disciples.
In fact,
maybe we're not talking about two easily distinguishable and dichotomous groups. Maybe we're talking about our own human proclivities for both good and evil.
Indeed, we are often simultaneously oppressor and oppressed.

Bernie Glassman, in a book titled
Bearing Witness: A Zen Master's Lessons in Making Peace,
describes the process in Zen Buddhism of becoming increasingly less egotistical beings. By 'less egotistical,' he doesn't simply mean less arrogant,
which is how we often understand 'ego,'
he means the dissolving of those apparent boundaries separating 'me' from 'you.'
I think it is difficult for those of us outside the Buddhist conceptual system to understand the idea of oneness,
the concept of spacious minds that cling less and less to preconceptions of who we are,
an understanding that we are all aspects of each other.
But in the midst of a discussion regarding that oneness,
something he wrote called out to me as truth that I could grasp,
even in my thoroughly western mind.
Glassman astutely notes,
"We are the victims, the perpetrators, and the people who stand indifferently by" (Glassman 77).
How often does each of us embody each of those three roles?
"The victims, the perpetrators, and the people who stand indifferently by."

I am the one denied ordination by Lancaster Mennonite Conference of MCUSA, simply because of my gender.
I am victim.
I am the one who buys clothing cheaply from large chain stores that have employed slave labor in deplorable working conditions in economically unstable regions of the world.
I am perpetrator.
I am the one living in a city in which large sums of monies are distributed through TIF districts (that is, tax increment financing districts), and it seems really important, and every article I've read is confusing, and I can't quite get my mind around it, so now I mostly ignore anything having to do with TIFs, even though I live in a neighborhood Pilsen that has been and will continue to be dramatically influenced by these politics and by this money.
I am the one who stands indifferently by.

And now I may indeed have effectively spiritualized Luke's Jesus
by implying that we are concurrently the blessed and the woe-d,
but I think it's helpful for our context
to talk about our simultaneous capacities for good and evil,
the ways in which we both oppress and experience oppression,
and to explore the possibility of hearing both Jesus' blessings and woes.
This, after all, is life on the plain.
Down from the mountains of transfiguration, ecstasy, and vision,
this is a path of struggle.
This is a way of conflict.
This is a journey of controversy and paradox.
And Luke's beatitudes call this way blessed.
Jesus calls this way blessed.

Luke 6:17-26
He came down with them and stood on a level place, with a great crowd of his disciples and a great multitude of people from all Judea, Jerusalem, and the coast of Tyre and Sidon. They had come to hear him and to be healed of their diseases; and those who were troubled with unclean spirits were cured. And all in the crowd were trying to touch him, for power came out from him and healed all of them. Then he looked up at his disciples and said: `Blessed are you who are poor, for yours is the kingdom of God. `Blessed are you who are hungry now, for you will be filled. `Blessed are you who weep now, for you will laugh. `Blessed are you when people hate you, and when they exclude you, revile you, and defame you on account of the Son of Man. Rejoice on that day and leap for joy, for surely your reward is great in heaven; for that is what their ancestors did to the prophets. `But woe to you who are rich, for you have received your consolation. `Woe to you who are full now, for you will be hungry. `Woe to you who are laughing now, for you will mourn and weep. `Woe to you when all speak well of you, for that is what their ancestors did to the false prophets.

Thu, 15 Feb 2007 17:07:51 GMT Megan M Ramer
020407_Carpe_The_Moment.rtf http://chicagocomm.il.us.mennonite.net/:=020407_Carpe_The_Moment.rtf@CB2.Worship/Sermons Chicago Community Mennonite Church
4 February 2007
Epiphany 5
Sermon: Carpe the Moment
Megan M. Ramer

Psalm 138
I Corinthians 15:1-11
Luke 5:1-11

Today the gospel tells the story of a miraculous catch of fish.
After a long night of fishless fishing,
Simon Peter and his companions are cleaning up
putting things away until the next night,
when Jesus seeks refuge from the crowd in Simon Peter's empty boat.
Peter allows himself to be interrupted in his clean-up efforts and joins Jesus in the boat,
rowing out a little ways to enable Jesus to preach from the boat.
Then Jesus turns his attention to Peter and tells him to throw his nets
once again
but this time in the deep water, where any good fisherman will tell you there's no fish.
Simon Peter sighs his frustration of a long fishless night,
and begrudgingly complies with Jesus' requestçor was that a command?
And you know the rest:
so many fish that the boat overflows with them,
& the second boat that Peter calls over, to help with the catch, also overflows with them,
and both boats nearly capsize before getting to shore again with the miraculous haul.
A miraculous catch of fish.

My instinct sometimes is to rationalize away the miracles of these gospel miracle stories.
reasons:
-        so that we can connect and not feel so 2000 long years away from the ``miracle age'' of Jesus where awe-striking miracles seemed to happen all day, every day, including the Sabbath
-        because the more naturalized reading of a ``miracle'' can seem even more miraculous than the supernatural reading, i.e. most familiarly, the feeding of the 5000
-        and because what about all those times miracles don't happen and seemingly should like a devastated central Florida reeling from tempestuous winds of destruction, the tragic natural disaster de jour and all those hungering globally that could really use a miraculous haul of fish that never materializes
I wonder if that instinct to rationalize away the gospel miracles
isn't, at least sometimes, 180 off.
I wonder if that instinct of mine is in need of repentance a turning about face.
So I've been nurturing a new instinct this week that errs on the side of the truly miraculous, and I'm practicing speaking a word on behalf of miracle;
I'm cultivating an instinct that instead of rationalizing away a gospel miracle,
miraculizes the seemingly unmiraculous in our own lives.
We have a love affair with the rational
with all things we understand, can make sense of, have the ability to explain.
I wonder what might result from a love affair with the miraculous, the inexplicable, the utterly mysterious.

I am touched by Peter's willingness and ability to see the miracle.
Especially at the end of a long, hard, frustrating work day;
especially in the midst of cleaning up from that work day and probably desiring nothing more than simply going home to rest.

Are we ready to behold the wonder of God?
Can our imaginations open us up to epiphanies or revelations of God all around us?
Are we able to perceive wonders that challenge our expectations,
as Renita Weems has described miracles?

Allow me to tell you a story.
This is a true story.

There was once a young girl we'll call her Catherine
who had a special gift with children.
Folks in her congregation recognized this gift in her and during worship one week,
they explicitly named this gift of hers and commissioned her to be a caretaker of children.
As an adult, she now relays that she used to lie in bed at night
and pray that no children would ever end up in a ditch,
but if they did, that
she would find them.
One day Catherine, now a young woman, but still weighing in at only a mere 90 pounds,
was out for dinner with her family.
They were waiting in the parking lot of a restaurant,
holding one of those contraptions that shakes, buzzes, and lights up when your table is ready,
when a large man came barreling out the door literally dragging a small child by one arm.
He was screaming, swearing, fuming,
and threw the child to the ground threatening to break
her neck if she didn't shut up.
More screaming, swearing, fuming,
and all those standing around did what those who witness this kind of behavior in public do best:
they gasped, gaped, whispered amongst themselves and generally in their utter shock did nothing
çnot know what to do.
Catherine, on the other hand, did something.
She, after all, was a caretaker of children
and had been preparing for this day all of her life.
She quietly and confidently walked toward the child on the ground, being screamed at by her father, and stood over the child.
Catherine literally put one foot on one side of the small child,
and the other foot on the other side of the small child, thereby straddling her small frame.
The child's father first saw Catherine's shoes,
and as his gaze moved up her body, finally settling on the face of this one who was suddenly in the picture,
she looked down on him, not saying a word, and simply shook her head ``no.''
She met his gaze confidently, but not arrogantly,
firmly, but not judgmentally,
lovingly, but not approvingly.
She simply met his gaze, as if to say, ``I am a witness.''
Whatever you do to this child, I will see. I will bear witness to the choice you make and the actions you take. You may not do anything to her unobserved or without accountability.
``I am a witness.''
He stopped in his tracks, at the sight of this 90-pound guardian who dared to put her body in his scene.
He reached down, picked up his child, and silently walked toward the door of the restaurant.
Catherine followed a few steps behind.
He returned to his dinner table, put the child back in her high chair,
and looked over his shoulder.
There was Catherine, leaning against a pillar several long strides away, still meeting his gaze, but this time nodding ``yes.''
She stayed until she felt certain the child was indeed safe,
and the father continued to glance over his shoulder at her,
until one moment when she was no longer there disappeared as quietly as she appeared.

Miracle?
Wonder how onlookers in the story would answer that question.
I feel certain they must have observed with awe this unlikely image of the 90-lb guardian.
Wonder how the father in the story would answer that question.
Miracle?
Miracle, indeed.
Complete with an angelic visitor who disappeared as miraculously as she appeared.

Hearing this story, and participating in the resulting discussion got me to thinking about
responding in the moment not missing the moment in which to participate in miracle.
How often do we look back at a conversation, an encounter, etc. and say,
"If only... I wish I had... What could have happened had I..."
A group of us heard this story,
and I began to think,
and then began to muse aloud,
about how we train ourselves to be peacemakers and gospel-tellers
in the moments that present themselves to us...
because the window to step into is often small
and Mennonites have a great deal of non-confrontational, quiet-in-the-land,
baggage to manage
(bolstered by our "hosting" American culture that worships at the altar of the Private, serving the deity of the autonomous, non-dependent Individual)
that Mennonite baggage bolstered by the values of our hosting culture might disallow us from seizing opportunities to be miracle-workers with God in the lives of others.
We need training.
late title for sermon Carpe the Moment!!!
And we also need bold naming.
Kristin's naming as ``defender of children.''
[NAME], you are a peacemaker. Every day of your life.
And remember that the peacemakers are called blessed.
[NAME], you are a peacemaker. Each day this week and every week that follows.
And remember that the peacemakers are called blessed.
[NAME], you are a peacemaker. Every single day.
And remember that the peacemakers are called blessed.
And we need prayerful preparation that will allow participation in the myriad miracles just on the cusp of actualization,
We need prayer preparation that will enable these miracle of God to live,
to be recognizable and recognized.

Allow me to tell you another story.
Jon and I were on our way back from the airport,
carrying all of my luggage along 22
nd Place toward my home,
when we were stopped by one of two men working on the front of a house down the block from mine.
He looked at me and said, ``You live down by Martin's Bar & Grill, right?''
``Yes,'' I said, wondering where this might be goingç
a friendly introduction and the opportunity to learn the name of another neighbor?
Instead, he asked if I was in the market for purchasing a home anytime soon because he was planning to sell soon, and he really wanted to sell to a white person,
``You knowçthis neighborhood is really up-and-coming.''
He really wanted to sell to a
white person ??
I immediately went into shock.
It took awhile for me to even believe that I had heard what I had just heard.
And then I was so stunned, I didn't know how to respond, other than the gaping mouth which happened instinctually.
By that time, he had clearly read our faces to know that we didn't appreciate his comment, and so he backed away and eventually turned to indicate we could take our leave.
Which we did.
Silently.
I think we might have mumbled something back to him, but I honestly don't remember.
As we were walking through my front door, _ a block later, I asked Jon,
``How do you feel about that encounter?''
``Unsettled,'' he replied.
``Me too,'' I said.
And so we practiced. What
could we have said in response?
What would have communicated a clear, explicit displeasure with his professed racism without coming across as damningly condemning?
We tried out words, phrases, sentences, until we found some that seemed clear, honest, and as loving as one can be in such a situation.
Now I'm ready.

Miracle?
No, most certainly not.
Could it have been?
Yes, without a single solitary doubt.

So what does the training look like?
And the bold naming?
How might prayerful preparation have allowed my participation in a miracle,
enabling that miracle of God to live, to be recognizable and recognized?

So much of the training, I'm beginning to believe, is in the storytelling.
We must stir the imaginations of others, and allow our own imaginations to be stirred.
I can't wait for the opportunity to stand guard over a child being mistreated in public
to boldly offer myself as witness in the creative, nonviolent, and committed way of Kristin Neufeld.
Without have heard the story, however, I likely wouldn't be ready,
much less alert and actively looking for opportunities in which I am called to bear witness in a similar manner.
In addition to storytelling, I think many of us might benefit from role-playing,
so that our bodies, as well as our imaginations, are honed and practiced in the art of creative peacemaking, nonviolent gospel-telling, and sacred miracle-working.
When Jon and I came home, we practiced alternate endings to the story of the encounter with the neighbor actually speaking aloud what we might have said,
and indeed, what we will say next time given the opportunity to step into
creative peacemaking, nonviolent gospel-telling, and sacred miracle-working.
Are we ready to participate in the wonder of God?

Allow me to tell one final story.
I've told you this story already, in part,
but now I tell it in whole,
as part of my new commitment to be in peacemaker training with each of you.
CTA phone operator who didn't really listen to me,
after a long frustrating week of CTA customer service interactions,
and more hours on hold than I've ever logged for a single problem.
I felt I was not being respected or heard, which felt dehumanizing,
and so I got increasingly insistent, demanding to be respected and heard,
and that turned into my saying things that deserved neither respect, nor a listening ear.
She would not give me that which I felt entitled to that which I was sure she would I agree I deserved
if she would only listen to me!!
And I allowed the shallow mediocrity of myself full reignç
After we hung up, I knew immediately that I needed to do something.
So I called her back and asked for her forgiveness.
I said that I know she has a frustrating job, and that she deals with angry, complaining people all the time, and that I do not want to be that person in this world.
I asked her to forgive me for the way I spoke to her.
We hung up, and I felt as though I had done one small thing right in a sea of having screwed up.
And a minute later, my phone rang again.
It was her.
She called to offer me the exact thing I had been asking for
the exact thing she had spent a great deal of energy and time refusing me.


Miracle?
Absolutely. One of the precious few times I've somehow transcended myself enough in order to participate in one of God's grand miracles.

When have you participated in one of God's miracles?
Will you please for the sake of all of us be willing to share those stories?
When have you missed an opportunity to do so?
And how do you imagine a different ending for these stories of failure?
Will you please for the sake of all of us be willing to share these stories?
And will you also share your imagined alternate endings?

What might happen if we commit ourselves to being in training with one another?
What might happen if we not only expect miracles,
but expect to be active participants in those miracles?
What might happen if we cast our nets into deeper waters?
Might we experience an abundance of miracle that inspires us to leave everything behind in order to follow in the steps of the Teacher?

Please join me in prayer:
God of miracles,
Inspire our storytelling.
Enliven our imaginations.
Embolden our naming of one another.
Deepen our prayer and preparation to be peacemaking, gospel-telling miracle workers.
We give thanks for this community and ask for the courage to train and be trained by one another for alert participation in the miraculous inbreaking of your Spirit.
In the name of one who called forth fish from the deep,
and in the spirit of one who, despite grave doubt, cast his net. Amen.

Psalm 138

I give you thanks, O God, with my whole heart;
before the gods I sing your praise;

I bow down towards your holy temple
and give thanks to your name
for your steadfast love and your faithfulness;

for you have exalted your name
and your word above everything.

On the day I called, you answered me,
you increased my strength of soul.

All the rulers of the earth shall praise you, O God,
for they have heard the words of your mouth.

They shall sing of the ways of God,
for great is the glory of God.

For though God is high, God regards the lowly;
but the haughty God perceives from far away.

Though I walk in the midst of trouble,
you preserve me against the wrath of my enemies;

you stretch out your hand,
and your right hand delivers me.

God will fulfill God's purpose for me;
your steadfast love, O God, endures forever.
Do not forsake the work of your hands.

1 Corinthians 15:1-11

Now I should remind you, brothers and sisters, of the good news that I proclaimed to you, which you in turn received, in which also you stand, through which also you are being saved, if you hold firmly to the message that I proclaimed to youunless you have come to believe in vain. For I handed on to you as of first importance what I in turn had received: that Christ died for our sins in accordance with the scriptures, and that he was buried, and that he was raised on the third day in accordance with the scriptures, and that he appeared to Cephas, then to the twelve. Then he appeared to more than five hundred brothers and sisters at one time, most of whom are still alive, though some have died. Then he appeared to James, then to all the apostles. Last of all, as to one untimely born, he appeared also to me. For I am the least of the apostles, unfit to be called an apostle, because I persecuted the church of God. But by the grace of God I am what I am, and [God's] grace toward me has not been in vain. On the contrary, I worked harder than any of themthough it was not I, but the grace of God that is with me. Whether then it was I or they, so we proclaim and so you have come to believe.

Luke 5:1-11

Once while Jesus was standing beside the lake of Gennesaret, and the crowd was pressing in on him to hear the word of God, he saw two boats there at the shore of the lake; the fishermen had gone out of them and were washing their nets. He got into one of the boats, the one belonging to Simon, and asked him to put out a little way from the shore. Then he sat down and taught the crowds from the boat. When he had finished speaking, he said to Simon, "Put out into the deep water and let down your nets for a catch." Simon answered, "Master, we have worked all night long but have caught nothing. Yet if you say so, I will let down the nets." When they had done this, they caught so many fish that their nets were beginning to break. So they signaled to their partners in the other boat to come and help them. And they came and filled both boats, so that they began to sink. But when Simon Peter saw it, he fell down at Jesus' knees, saying, "Go away from me, Lord, for I am a sinful man!" For he and all who were with him were amazed at the catch of fish that they had taken; and so also were James and John, sons of Zebedee, who were partners with Simon. Then Jesus said to Simon, "Do not be afraid; from now on you will be catching people." When they had brought their boats to shore, they left everything and followed him.

Sun, 4 Mar 2007 14:33:49 GMT
030407_Mother_Hen_Jesus.rtf http://chicagocomm.il.us.mennonite.net/:=030407_Mother_Hen_Jesus.rtf@CB2.Worship/Sermons Chicago Community Mennonite Church
4 March 2007
Lent 2
Sermon: Mother Hen Jesus
Megan M. Ramer

Psalm 27
Luke 9:28-36
Luke 13:31-35

The synchronicity of today's Gospel leaves me in awe.
Jesus' lament over Jerusalem.
The one we call Teacher, Lord, Christ,
laments, cries in anguish, grieves, mourns.
On a day when we, too, lament the tragic deaths of young men in our extended familyç
The fatal bus crash in the early hours of Friday morning in Atlanta GA
affected the entire Bluffton University baseball team being transported in that bus.
In addition to the driver and his wife, four young men died:
Tyler Williams
David Betts
Scott Harmon
Cody Holp
Nearly the entire baseball team was injured in some way,
and several handfuls including their 29-year-old coach were critically wounded.
And the ripples commence their ripplingç
families,
friends,
the entire Bluffton University community, including faculty, staff, administration, alumni, particularly recent graduates, some of whom we have among us,
the entire small town of Bluffton OH,
and the ripples keeping ripplingç
towns and cities across the region that these 30-odd boys call ``home'',
congregations across the country,
the entire Mennonite family and beyond.

The ripples reach us here at Chicago Community Mennonite Church.
We are all affected in some way,
all connected in some way some rather closely, some more distantly
all touched.
And all I dare to presume profoundly sad in the wake of this tragedy.
And Jesus lamentsç

In our Scripture reading today, Jesus laments over the city of Jerusalem.
And this isn't the only time in our Gospel story that Jesus laments.
I think of at least two other significant laments in the life of Jesus:
one from the cross, when Jesus quotes the 22
nd Psalm, a Psalm of Lament:
``My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?''
And the second upon hearing of the death of Lazarus.
When Jesus hears news of Lazarus dying,
we read of the only documented weeping of Jesus.
The image evoked of Jesus weeping is so powerful,
so profoundly moving,
that those who divided our Scriptures up into chapter and verse,
rather than grouping it with something immediately before or after,
left it as the now-familiar shortest
and perhaps most powerful verse in the Bible
Jesus wept.

Indeed.
Early Friday morning,
when a charter bus went careening over a guardrail onto the highway below,
Jesus wept.

Please join me a prayer of lament.
Sheltering God, When we are lost, help us to find our way.
When we are hurt, shelter us under Your loving wings.
When our faith falters, show us that You are near.
When we cry out against You, accept our protest, God, as a prayer too.
As a call for You to ride this world of all pain and tragedy.
As a plea for You to wipe every tear from every eye in this time and this place.
Until that day, give us the will to rebuild our lives in spite of suffering.
To choose life even in the face of death. Amen.


Very briefly this morning,
there are two things about Jesus' lament over Jerusalem that I'd like to reflect on.
First: Jesus' desire.
``Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to it! How often have I desired to gather your children together
as a hen gathers her brood under her wings,
and you were not willing!''
How often have I desired to gather your children togetherç
I find this incredibly touching:
to have recorded in our Scriptures something so intimate as Jesus' desire.
I couldn't immediately think of another instance in the Gospels where a desire of Jesus was noted, so I went looking.
Sure enough, it's incredibly rare.
There are only two other cases of Jesus' desire revealed.
Once is within Jesus' lengthy and intimate prayer for his disciples and friends,
and all who will believe through their word namely, us!
As recorded in the Gospel of John, chapter 17, Jesus prays to God:
``The glory that you have given me I have given them,
so that they may be one, as we are one, I in them and you in me,
that they may become completely one,
so that the world may know that you have sent me
and have loved them even as you have loved me.
Father, I desire that those also,
whom you have given me,
may be with me where I am , to see my glory,
which you have given me because you loved me before the foundation of the world.''
The second is in Luke's account of the Last Supper.
Before blessing the bread and the wine, the Gospel of Luke records Jesus' words to his gathered disciples and friends:
``I have eagerly desired to eat this Passover with you before I sufferç''

The desire of Jesus based on these three lone instances of being given that window
The desire of Jesus seems to involve ingathering and sharingç
coming together, sharing a meal, experiencing mutual care and protection and onenessç
blessing and being blessed by one anotherç
fellowship.

Our Lenten theme this year is ``Blessed hunger, holy feast.''
Each week, in a ritual of confession and reconciliation,
persons from the congregation will participate as responders
they will bring an empty bowl, or vessel of some kind, to the altar.
Those empty bowls brought to the altar of our worship, represent our hunger
the hunger of the individual or individuals responding,
but also our collective hunger:
Hunger for a just peace, hunger for deeper connection, hunger for healing,
hunger for an authentic experience of God, hunger for meaningful community or work,
hunger for a more faithful way of living and being, hunger for reconciliation,
hunger for a more intimate relationship with Jesus, hunger for direction.
I am glad to add to our altar this morning a symbol from one of our far-flung families.
Martin, Liz, Isaiah and Micah Dyrst are serving with Mennonite Central Committee in Mexico.
And they hunger for water.
Liz writes:
``blessed hunger, holy feast that title brings to mind WATER right aways.
there is such a hunger for water here. there is such a lack of water.
dry dusty.
most people have to buy their water.
we're taking baths (all 4 of us) in 2 gallons of water.
reusing gray water like crazy.
wash the dishes with clean water. use the rinse water to hand wash clothes.
then save all of the (wash and rinse) water to flush the toiletç
and we continue to think about our work here, building dry latrines (to save water) constructing cisterns (to collect water) using tube irrigation (reusing water)ç''
This vessel will sit on our Lenten altar for several weeks before it is filled with the feast of water It will remain here as a symbol of their hunger or rather, thirst,
and as a reminder to hold them in prayer.

Considering our theme
``Blessed hunger, holy feast''
it seems appropriate to begin with the desire, the hunger, of Jesus.
After all, the season of Lent is also an invitation to again join Jesus on his journey toward Jerusalem.
What better way to begin reflecting on our own hunger than by reminding ourselves of Jesus' hunger, Jesus' desire, Jesus' longing?

Let's revisit Jesus' desire:
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to it! How often have I desired to gather your children together
as a hen gathers her brood under her wings,
and you were not willing!
How often have I desired to gather your children together
as a hen gathers her brood under her wingsç
Barbara Brown Taylor,
an Episcopal priest and preacher extraordinaire
a woman who has, literally, written the book on preaching
published a sermon about this very lament of Jesus,
and the metaphor of his expressed desire:
a hen gathering her brood.
She illuminated for me the profound vulnerability of this image:
a hen with her wings outstretched is hardly a fierce creatureç
quite the opposite, in fact.
Especially given Jesus' reference to Herod as a
fox, of all things, earlier in the passage.
The posture is revealing, exposing, vulnerableç
Jesus' desire for ingathering is so strong, that he is willing to sustain this posture
wings spread, belly up!

The second piece of Jesus' lament over Jerusalem that I'd like to reflect on,
I will highlight even more briefly.
``And you were not willing!''
``Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to it! How often have I desired to gather your children together
as a hen gathers her brood under her wings,
And you were not willing!''
Jesus so highly values a full welcome to all,
to each and every dreadful, beautiful person,
that he expresses his desire in this dramatically vulnerable metaphor
a fully-exposed hen in the presence of a fox.
But they the scattered metaphorical chicks of Jerusalem were not willingç
They were not able to receive the warmth and love of Jesus' inclusive, welcoming embrace,
OR maybe they just weren't willing to
share the protective shelter of Jesus' wings
with all the other riff raff Jesus was ingathering as well.
I get the feeling there are no Jewish, Muslim, Armenian, and Christian quarters under Jesus' wing.

And you were not willing.
Before we find ourselves so deeply in ``theys'' and ``others'' that we are no longer able to recognize ourselves in the object of Jesus' lament,
Before we hear so many ``theys'' that we are unable to hear the ``yous'',
Before we hear so many ``Jerusalems'' that we are unable to hear the ``Chicagos'', the ``Mennonites'', the ``Christians''.
let's listen one more time:
``How often have I desired to gather your children together
as a hen gathers her brood under her wings,
And you were not willing!''
It is time for us to pray together, to confess together,
to bring our hunger to the altar and to hear words of assurance and experience the promise of a reconciliation feast.
So I simply leave you with questions:
Are
you willing?
Are you willing to be gathered under the wing of our Mother Hen God?
Are you willing to be ingathered along with the whole dreadful, beautiful brood?
Are you willing to draw near to the very intimate desire of Jesus?
Are you willing to bring your hunger and to receive your feast?

Let us confess together individually and collectively.


Sun, 4 Mar 2007 14:36:29 GMT
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8 April 2007
Easter Sunday
Sermon: Christ is (perplexingly) risen!
Megan M. Ramer

Isaiah 65:17-25
Psalm 118:1-2,14-24
Acts 10:34-43
Luke 24:1-12

Christ is risen!
Christ is risen indeed!

Christian Peacemaker Teams,
along with another organization and two local community activists,
have begun supporting a new initiative called ``Sports for Kids'' in Hebron's Old City.
Their first project is a soccer team for pre-teen boys,
whose first training session took place in February,
when, decked out in their spiffy new green uniforms,
these young boys played a pick-up game against young adult visitors from two peace organizations:
``Jews for Israeli-Palestinian Peace'' and ``Palestinian Association in Stockholm.''
The photos are stunning:
a clearly excited group of spindly 10-year-old boys,
dressed in matching kelly green jerseys and shorts,
walking arm-in-arm through the streets of Old City Hebron,
watched perplexingly through checkpoint barbed wire by armed Israeli guards.
These boys, faced every day with military occupation,
confronted every day with images of violence
char 0xb7 =-->         once-thriving shopping districts completely desolate
char 0xb7 =-->         innocent masses unjustly detained
These boys seemingly doomed to a future of rage
are beginning to meet each week to play with a soccer team.
And that, dear friends, is a contemporary Easter story:
a story of play emerging from oppression,
a story of self-esteem and teamwork emerging from frustration and isolation,
a story of life, paradoxically, emerging from death.

Christ is risen!
Christ is risen indeed!

I keep coming back to those images:
soldiers, protected behind a wall of checkpoints & barbed wire & uniforms & weapons,
perplexed by the sight of a boys soccer team (?),
perplexed by the prospect of play (?) in the midst of oppression,
perplexed by the evidence of life (?) in the midst of death,
and I can't help but think of the disciples in our gospel story for today.
Luke tells us that the women who found the tomb empty were also perplexed.
Protected behind a barrier of spice jars & mourning garments & bowed heads,
perplexed by the sight of a missing body.
And when confronted by two men in dazzling clothes:
terrified.
And when those two men in dazzling clothes told a perplexing story of life emerging from death why do you look for the living among the dead? the women slowly begin to remember.
With the two men in dazzling clothes egging them on,
the women gradually remember the words of Jesus,
the women slowly begin to see a fuller picture of the empty tomb,
and eventually, they find the courage to leave the two men in dazzling clothes,
leave the emptiness of the tomb,
cease their searching for a living Jesus among the entombed dead,
and they go.
They go and tell their stories.
They go and tell their stories to the men ``the eleven.''

Now.
When the eleven hear everything the women have to say,
the women's words seem to them like
and here you can choose your favorite translation
the women's words seem to them like
"an idle tale,"
"empty talk,"
"a silly story,"
"a foolish yarn,"
"utter nonsense,"
``madness,''
and perhaps my personal favorite,
"sheer humbug."
Not quite the welcome the women disciples must have hoped for.

The eleven seem not only indifferent to the original Easter sermon,
they seem downright resistant to it.
Actively and furiously resistant.
Is this simply because men are thick-headed?
I'd never suggest such sexist babble from the pulpit
perhaps in jest, but never in earnest.
The male disciples the eleven must experience resistance to the Easter message
because it will demand further action on their part.
If Jesus indeed lives, then they, too, must go.
They must go and tell.

Christ is risen!
Christ is risen indeed!

Luke insinuates this shift by changing his language halfway through this story.
At first, they are ``the eleven''
and by the end of the narrative, the are ``the apostles'' ones who are sent.
You see, if the story ends on Friday, the eleven can keep on being the eleven,
they can grieve and mourn and nurse their confusion until they're able, one day, to just simply pick up and move on one by one by one until each of the eleven is a one.
If the women's words are an idle tale, mere madness,
then the eleven can simply be the remains of a former posse
the ones left behind to slowly fade away into unremembered oblivion.
If the death of Jesus is God's final word on the matter,
then the eleven are off the hook from any further responsibility.
But.
The women disciples come bearing a most perplexing, and indeed, terrifying message:

Christ is risen!
Christ is risen indeed!

All of the disciples, the women included, are very slow in really getting it.
Each begins to get it at a different pace detail by incomprehensible detail,
new realizations and deepening understanding coming in waves.
This reminds me of my experience watching the King Dome in Seattle implode in 2000.
party with my architects on the 70th floor of the Columbia Tower
16.8 seconds and it was gone
sight of explosives chasing (like Christmas lights) down the spines of the dome
sight of collapse and billowing cloud of dust that blocked the sun for 20 minutes
then the sound of an horrific collapse of 25,000 tons of concrete the roof
then the feel of the earth shaking 2.5 on the Richter scale
then the clearing of the volcanic dust cloud to reveal sight of the wreckage
then days that stretched into weeks of pulverizing what remained
and weeks that stretched into months of clearing the site.
The truth of the King Dome's annihilation came in waves
it wasn't really done in the 16.8 seconds statisticians reported.
The truth of the King Dome's annihilation came in waves
first sights, then sounds, then experiences of actual feeling, and only later, startling views of the new skyline from there and from here and from there, anchored on the south by a gaping, conspicuous hole.
Eventually all the disciples are confronted by the truth of the empty tomb.
Eventually all the disciples are convinced by the evidence of life-from-death.
Eventually all the disciples must go.
They must go and tell
against great odds and astounding persecution
they must all go and tell their stories.

Remember Mark's abrupt ending from last year?
Luke goes a step further than Mark, not ending with fear and doubt and running away,
but Luke still concludes with a great deal of uncertainty on the part of all.
At the end of Luke's account,
even the women don't yet fully comprehend the entirety of the Easter Sunday message.
Easter dawns gradually
the good news is that Easter does dawn!

Christ is risen!
Christ is risen indeed!

Last Saturday evening I had the great pleasure
and I do mean great pleasure
of hearing the Chicago Chorale concert at the Monastery of the Holy Cross in Bridgeport.
Choir includes our own Stephen Kniss and Dan Bertsche.
During the concert, I could see the final notes of exquisite pieces cut off by the director,
but the chapel seemed to have other ideasç
the sound of a final note, a cut-off chord would ring for another several seconds after the directorial finger-pinch.
And even when I'm fairly certain the sound had fully faded from ``reality''
even the silence was so alive, the acoustic space so rich and vibrant,
I could miraculously hear the note still reverberating around me,
or somewhere in the grand spaciousness above.
I bet it was a little like this for the disciples who began to know the truth of resurrection in their bodies.
The disciples experienced this life out of supposed death,
this presence in spite of seeming absence,
this ringing well after the cut-off,
and it was compelling and real enough for the second chapter to have been written:
the book of Acts,
starring these very same disciples, who go about founding the Church,
featuring Peter preaching peace in our passage from Acts today:
``God shows no partiality,'' he majestically orates,
and then goes on to tell the story of Jesus' life, death, resurrection, and command that his disciples go and testify.
And many more chapters have been written throughout time since that second chapter,
thanks to those first women and men who heeded the call to go,
to go and tell their stories.
Many more chapters continue to be written,
including a not-so-insignificant chapter once called
First Mennonite Church of Oak Park
then called Oak Park Mennonite Church
now called Chicago Community Mennonite Church.
From Nancy Myers' manuscript:
``After this experience the church intensified a habit that had begun earlier,
which was to bring secrets like divorce and conflict and the sheer impossibilities of life into the open and
shine the communal light of words and hymns and prayer and potluck feasts on them.''

We, too, have come to know life out of death.
We, too, have come to know the presence of the Spirit of Jesus in our midst.
As Jesus himself promised:
``For where two or three are gathered in my name, I am there among them.''
Thank God the story didn't end on Friday.
Thank God that a few good, if not a bit slow, disciples allowed the truth of resurrection to reverberate through their resistance to it.
Thank God that disciples throughout the ages have continued to play in the streets of oppression,
to build up self-esteem in bodies of rage and frustration,
to shine the communal light of words and hymns and prayer and potluck feasts on all sorts of ``shameful'' unmentionables,
to proclaim life in the midst of death.

Christ is risen!
Christ is risen indeed!

The cut off note of Jesus still rings in this acoustically rich sacred gathering
Can you hear it?

Lectionary texts

Isaiah 65:17-25
For I am about to create new heavens and a new earth; the former things shall not be remembered or come to mind. But be glad and rejoice forever in what I am creating; for I am about to create Jerusalem as a joy, and its people as a delight. I will rejoice in Jerusalem, and delight in my people; no more shall the sound of weeping be heard in it, or the cry of distress. No more shall there be in it an infant that lives but a few days, or an old person who does not live out a lifetime; for one who dies at a hundred years will be considered a youth, and one who falls short of a hundred will be considered accursed. They shall build houses and inhabit them; they shall plant vineyards and eat their fruit. They shall not build and another inhabit; they shall not plant and another eat; for like the days of a tree shall the days of my people be, and my chosen shall long enjoy the work of their hands. They shall not labor in vain, or bear children for calamity; for they shall be offspring blessed by the Lord and their descendants as well. Before they call I will answer, while they are yet speaking I will hear. The wolf and the lamb shall feed together, the lion shall eat straw like the ox; but the serpentits food shall be dust! They shall not hurt or destroy on all my holy mountain, says the Lord.

Psalm 118:1-2,14-24

O give thanks to God, for God is good;
God's steadfast love endures forever!
Let Israel say, `God's steadfast love endures forever.'

God is my strength and my might;
God has become my salvation.
There are glad songs of victory in the tents of the righteous:
`The Strong hand of God does valiantly;
the mighty hand of God is exalted;
the strong hand of God does valiantly.'

I shall not die, but I shall live,
and recount the deeds of God.
God has punished me severely,
but God did not give me over to death.

Open to me the gates of righteousness,
that I may enter through them and give thanks to God.
This is the gate of God;
the righteous shall enter through it.

I thank you that you have answered me
and have become my salvation.
The stone that the builders rejected
has become the chief cornerstone.
This is God's doing;
it is marvelous in our eyes.
This is the day that God has made;
let us rejoice and be glad in it.

Acts 10:34-43
Then Peter began to speak to them: `I truly understand that God shows no partiality, but in every nation anyone who fears him and does what is right is acceptable to him. You know the message he sent to the people of Israel, preaching peace by Jesus Christhe is Lord of all. That message spread throughout Judea, beginning in Galilee after the baptism that John announced: how God anointed Jesus of Nazareth with the Holy Spirit and with power; how he went about doing good and healing all who were oppressed by the devil, for God was with him. We are witnesses to all that he did both in Judea and in Jerusalem. They put him to death by hanging him on a tree; but God raised him on the third day and allowed him to appear, not to all the people but to us who were chosen by God as witnesses, and who ate and drank with him after he rose from the dead. He commanded us to preach to the people and to testify that he is the one ordained by God as judge of the living and the dead. All the prophets testify about him that everyone who believes in him receives forgiveness of sins through his name.'

Luke 24:1-12
But on the first day of the week, at early dawn, they came to the tomb, taking the spices that they had prepared. They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, but when they went in, they did not find the body. While they were perplexed about this, suddenly two men in dazzling clothes stood beside them. The women were terrified and bowed their faces to the ground, but the men said to them, `Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here, but has risen. Remember how he told you, while he was still in Galilee, that the Son of Man must be handed over to sinners, and be crucified, and on the third day rise again.' Then they remembered his words, and returning from the tomb, they told all this to the eleven and to all the rest. Now it was Mary Magdalene, Joanna, Mary the mother of James, and the other women with them who told this to the apostles. But these words seemed to them an idle tale, and they did not believe them. But Peter got up and ran to the tomb; stooping and looking in, he saw the linen cloths by themselves; then he went home, amazed at what had happened.

Fri, 20 Apr 2007 21:16:50 GMT
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11 March 2007
Lent 3
Sermon: Repent or Perish
Megan M. Ramer

Isaiah 55:1-9
Psalm 63:1-8
2 Corinthians 10:1-13
Luke 13:1-9

I remember as a teenager getting parental ``Yes, butç'' answers.
You know the kind:
``Yes, but you may not drive to Elkhart.''
``Yes, but you must be home by 10.''
``Yes, but I get veto power.''
``Yes, but not today.''
Answers that, frankly, take all the steam out of a perfectly fine ``yes''
that would have stood fine on its own.
I experience that in Jesus' response this morning
a seeming contradiction a ``No, butç'' answer.
No, they weren't worse sinners,
BUT if you don't repent from your own sinning, you'll perish just like themç
huh??!

I want to keep the first part of Jesus' answer and toss out the rest,
because the two parts of the two-part answer seem contradictory,
and in my gospel reading,
and 31 years of church-going,
and 3 years of seminary training,
and 1.5 years of pastoral ministry,
I've come to know and follow a Jesus, who when asked by his disciples,
"Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?"
denies and utterly rejects a direct correlation between sin and suffering.
Suffering is not the direct divinely-given effect of the cause sin.
It just doesn't work that way, according to my Jesus.
I might be tempted to call Jesus' answer paradox and be done with it,
but I had a theology professor,
in his last semester of teaching prior to retiring,
who was clearly facing daily existential crisis and taking his spunky energy out on us.
His name was Bill Dean, and a friend and I each started documents titled ``Quote-a-Bill'' because his spunkiness was simply document-able.
He said this of paradox:
"You can call it a paradox, but a paradox is just blessing irrationality" b. dean

So I seek for the rationality in Jesus' response
not to explain away all that is mysterious,
but to honestly strive for clearer understanding.
Here's an attempt: I think the twist in Jesus' answer has something to do with individual sin vs. communal sin.
Jesus seems to be saying that God hasn't made a list, ranking the world's greatest sinners, and then slowly made his way down the list punishing each in order and in good measure and in correlation to each person's ranking on the list.
Jesus does seem to indicate that there may be some communal sin of some kind going on.
Some communal sin that is so built into their way of being,
they may not even have full awareness of their complicity in that sin.
Complicity in communal sin, after all,
can range from fiercely active to obliviously passive.
And Jesus does seem to indicate that his listeners, his questioners, are also participating in that same communal sin.
``If we don't have major change,'' he seems to say,
``you the BIG you, macro you, you-writ-large
will succeed in your projects of destruction.''

I still find it difficult to articulate clearly.

It's clearer with example.
I finally started to get it with the help of a friend and a contemporary example:
Concrete and disastrous effects of climate change are already evident in the world.

POLAR BEARS: Global warming could already be having a negative impact on polar bears. In Canada's Hudson Bay, numbers have been declining according to a study by Canadian Wildlife Services. Ice on the bay is melting an average of three weeks earlier than in the mid-1970s. This forces polar bears to retreat further inland before they have been able to replenish their reserves of fat by feeding on seal pups, which live on the ice.

AND PEOPLE IN ASIAN COASTAL REGIONS: The UN climate panel expects "increasing deaths, injuries and illness from heat waves, floods, storms, forest fires and droughts." The draft summary for policymakers details "heat-related mortality" especially in Europe and Asia.

Several hundred million people in densely populated coastal regions -- particularly river deltas in Asia -- are threatened by rising sea levels and the increasing risk of flooding. More than one-sixth of the world's population lives in areas affected by water sources from glaciers and snow pack that will "very likely" disappear, according to the report.
[Global climate change is happening faster than previously believed and its impact is worse than expected, information from an as-yet unpublished draft of the long-awaited second part of a United Nations report obtained by SPIEGEL ONLINE reveals. No region of the planet will be spared and some will be hit especially hard.]

Are the polar bears and folks in the coastal regions of Asia and we could add: residents of New Orleans worse sinners because they're most disastrously affected by global warming; because many are dying?

I imagine Jesus being inclined to answer such a 21st century question
in exactly the same way:
``No, I tell you; but unless you repent, you will all perish just as they did.'

PLUS:
tower falling we don't have details
but it seems it could be a natural disaster of some kindç
and Pilate executing some Galileans
and mingling their blood with the sacrificial animal blood
is an example of humanity's consistent cruelty against itselfç
neither of which beckons divine retribution.
God simply isn't judging and punishing these victims.
Jesus rejects that notion with a simple ``No.''
What follows the ``but'' of the ``No, butç'' answer is the topic Jesus is more interested in exploring with his listeners:
Repentance.
Repentance is the invitation,
nay, stronger! Repentance is still the call of Jesus.
OT Professor Fred Gaiser once preached a sermon on Isaiah 5.
The sermon's refrain was,
"Come home. Come home. There's death where you've chosen to roam."


Another preacher and professor, Fred Craddock, writes this:
``Jesus rejects such attempts at calculation, not simply because they are futile,
but because they direct attention from the primary issue
the obligation of every person to live in penitence and trust before God
without linking one's loyalty to God to life's sorrows or joys.
All are to repent or perish.'' (Fred Craddock, Preaching Through the Christian Year C)

Jesus consistently turns the gaze of his disciples
away from the speck in the neighbor's eye.
And toward repentance a turning, from Greek metanoia, from Hebrew teshuvah
180 degree turning.

I am glad for Lent's unapologetic and persistant call to penitence
for turning again and again from my sinful ways,
for returning to Jesus, to community, to the world.
I, for one, need these 40 days and 40 nights just to get through the list.

Of what do I need to repent?
judgmentalism
grave overconsumption
internal racism
judgmentalism
my lusting after comfortability and ease
poor stewardship of vast resources available to me
and judgmentalism
And yes, ``judgmentalism'' makes multiple appearances.

I am also grateful for our Lenten theme's invitation to consider all of this ``blessed hunger.''
I am grateful for the physically-enacted reminder that my hunger
my hunger for repentance, for turning, for shifting who I am and how I am in the world
that hunger can be brought to the altar.
That hunger can be brought to the altar, where I and we are promised a ``holy feast.''
We are promised a ``holy feast'' of reconciliation with God,
with humanity, including with myself,
and with the world.

I am struck by the fig tree parable immediately following Jesus' call to universal repentance.
The gardener pleads that it needs, as the NRSV so delicately puts it, ``manure.''
Now, I've done my stint as a farmhand, so I know that farmers even the Menno kind
don't typically indulge in such delicacy.
As my Midwest farmer's daughter friends puts it
now cover the ears of the small
``Shit makes things grow.''
Indeed, isn't it a beautiful part of our cycle that waste quite literally waste
is our best natural fertilizer.

One beautiful example from my favorite brewery in all the world:

In 2002, New Belgium completed installation of its own process water treatment facility. This cutting-edge technology allows us to clean our process waters (water used for brewing and cleaning throughout the facility) without burdening the municipal system. Through a series of anaerobic (without oxygen) and aerobic (with oxygen) ponds, bacteria feed on the organic waste dramatically decreasing our impact on the Fort Collins municipal plant.

Another remarkable byproduct of this process is the production of methane. As the bacteria consume the organic waste material, methane is produced. We then capture this methane and pipe it back into the building where it fires a combined heat and power engine that produces both electrical and thermal energy. This allows us to power about 10% of the brewery with this byproduct of our process wastewater treatment thereby turning a wastestream into a commodity.

And that, dear friends, is the good news of my long list of stuff that needs repenting
it makes great fertilizer.
All our seeming ``waste'' is, in fact, the stuff of our best-fed growth.
This was a tangent from the focus on ``repent or perish'' that needs more unpacking some day: manure for the fig tree, waste as fertilizer, sin as growth-agent.

Back to the exchange between Jesus and his listeners:
I'm also struck by Jesus' sense of urgency
there just isn't time to wait in Jesus' estimation
``No, I tell you; but unless you repent, you will all perish just as they did.''
Repent now! Or else you'll perish!
Immediately following this urgent call to repentance
is an incident of Jesus healing on the Sabbath
and Jesus' example to the leaders of the synagogue
of leading a thirsty ox or donkey to water on Sabbath
that kind of thirst simply won't wait until tomorrow or next week.
I think I'm struck by this urgency in Jesus' message,
not only because of our focus on blessed hunger this Lenten season,
but because it feels connected to the war in Iraq for meç
Four years have passed since this fiasco began
four years!
and I seem to have lost my sense of urgency along the way;
my sense of intense hunger.
I had it at the beginning, but I guess at some point I just chose to go on living.
Indeed, I needed to choose to just go on living.
And very soon, it just became a way of living.
Violence goes on way over there somewhere.
I go on with my life.
And ``ne'er the two shall meet.''
Do I have another choice?
I'm hearing others of you ask similar questions.

Ivan Kauffman's article in MWR (Feb 26, 2007) re: war vs. occupation.
I have never met Ivan Kauffman, but I must admit a dear love for him by extension.
For those of you, who like me, are newer to this congregation,
Ivan is a beloved patriarch of this community.
And his wife, Lola, a beloved matriarch.
And Miriam.
These are the Kauffmans of our ``Kauffman Fund'' that you see on the budget,
and that some of you are beneficiaries of.
It is our mutual aid fund so we, quite literally care for one another in the name of the Kauffman family!
I hear stories of Ivan in this congregation, and I sense a grandfatherly kind of love.
So, even though I was two weeks late in picking up this particular issue,
and breezing through very quickly,
I had to read what Ivan wrote.
And I was so glad to be reminded of this:
Ivan writes, ``There was a war, It lasted a few days. We won.
The Iraqi army was completely destroyed.
What followed was a military occupation.
Four years later, it is still going on. It has been a failure.''
He goes on to not-so-modestly propose that the U.S.
``admit our error, ask for forgiveness from everyone affected
and do what we can to repair the damage.''
He suggests a South-African-style Truth and Reconciliation Commission,
headed as the original was by Archbishop Desmond Tutu.
I'm not holding my breath on our collective, national capacity to do right by the Iraqis,
and by the world,
but inspired by Ivanç

One small step I'm taking to regain my own sense of urgency
my own hunger for peace and a ceasing of destructive violence
is to intentionally change my language: from war to occupation.
Shifts in language lead to shifts in consciousness,
so this is one small thing I am committing to.
Another small step out of my blessed hunger that I'm taking
is to call my reps at least weekly.
We need a sustained sense of urgency in our elected leaders,
so I vow to communicate my own urgency, even if it is never matched.

Which leads to the next natural 21st century disciple question:
According to an email I receive from the American Friends Service Committee yesterday, a study in October 2006 revealed that 2.5% of the Iraqi population had died as a result of the war, the occupation, and all the violence of the past four years.
2.5 % of their population: 655,000 people.
So: Are the Iraqi people worse sinners because so many are dying?
If posed to Jesus today, I'd guess his answer to be the same:
``No, I tell you; but unless you repent, you will all perish just as they did.''

What is your personal list?
What hunger for repentance do you bring to the altar this morning?

Ritual of Confession and Reconciliation



Luke 13:1-9

Repent or Perish

At that very time there were some present who told him about the Galileans whose blood Pilate had mingled with their sacrifices. He asked them, `Do you think that because these Galileans suffered in this way they were worse sinners than all other Galileans? No, I tell you; but unless you repent, you will all perish as they did. Or those eighteen who were killed when the tower of Siloam fell on themdo you think that they were worse offenders than all the others living in Jerusalem? No, I tell you; but unless you repent, you will all perish just as they did.'

The Parable of the Barren Fig Tree

Then he told this parable: `A man had a fig tree planted in his vineyard; and he came looking for fruit on it and found none. So he said to the gardener, ``See here! For three years I have come looking for fruit on this fig tree, and still I find none. Cut it down! Why should it be wasting the soil?'' He replied, ``Sir, let it alone for one more year, until I dig round it and put manure on it. If it bears fruit next year, well and good; but if not, you can cut it down.'' '


Isaiah 55:1-9
An Invitation to Abundant Life

Ho, everyone who thirsts,
come to the waters;
and you that have no money,
come, buy and eat!
Come, buy wine and milk
without money and without price.
Why do you spend your money for that which is not bread,
and your labour for that which does not satisfy?
Listen carefully to me, and eat what is good,
and delight yourselves in rich food.
Incline your ear, and come to me;
listen, so that you may live.
I will make with you an everlasting covenant,
my steadfast, sure love for David.
See, I made him a witness to the peoples,
a leader and commander for the peoples.
See, you shall call nations that you do not know,
and nations that do not know you shall run to you,
because of the Lord your God, the Holy One of Israel,
for he has glorified you.


Seek the Lord while he may be found,
call upon him while he is near;
let the wicked forsake their way,
and the unrighteous their thoughts;
let them return to the Lord, that he may have mercy on them,
and to our God, for he will abundantly pardon.
For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
nor are your ways my ways, says the Lord.
For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts.


Psalm 63
Comfort and Assurance in God's Presence
A Psalm of David, when he was in the Wilderness of Judah.

O God, you are my God, I seek you,
my soul thirsts for you;
my flesh faints for you,
as in a dry and weary land where there is no water.
So I have looked upon you in the sanctuary,
beholding your power and glory.
Because your steadfast love is better than life,
my lips will praise you.
So I will bless you as long as I live;
I will lift up my hands and call on your name.

My soul is satisfied as with a rich feast,
and my mouth praises you with joyful lips
when I think of you on my bed,
and meditate on you in the watches of the night;
for you have been my help,
and in the shadow of your wings I sing for joy.
My soul clings to you;
your right hand upholds me.


2 Corinthians 10:1-13
Paul Defends His Ministry

I myself, Paul, appeal to you by the meekness and gentleness of ChristI who am humble when face to face with you, but bold towards you when I am away! I ask that when I am present I need not show boldness by daring to oppose those who think we are acting according to human standards. Indeed, we live as human beings, but we do not wage war according to human standards; for the weapons of our warfare are not merely human, but they have divine power to destroy strongholds. We destroy arguments and every proud obstacle raised up against the knowledge of God, and we take every thought captive to obey Christ. We are ready to punish every disobedience when your obedience is complete.

Look at what is before your eyes. If you are confident that you belong to Christ, remind yourself of this, that just as you belong to Christ, so also do we. Now, even if I boast a little too much of our authority, which the Lord gave for building you up and not for tearing you down, I will not be ashamed of it. I do not want to seem as though I am trying to frighten you with my letters. For they say, `His letters are weighty and strong, but his bodily presence is weak, and his speech contemptible.' Let such people understand that what we say by letter when absent, we will also do when present.

We do not dare to classify or compare ourselves with some of those who commend themselves. But when they measure themselves by one another, and compare themselves with one another, they do not show good sense. We, however, will not boast beyond limits, but will keep within the field that God has assigned to us, to reach out even as far as you.

Fri, 20 Apr 2007 21:24:48 GMT
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29 April 2007
Fourth Sunday of Eastertide
Wisdom & Word:
"Eat of my bread and drink of the wine"
Sermon: You shall not know them by their facial hair.
Megan M. Ramer

Acts 9:36-43
Psalm 23
John 10:22-30
Proverbs 8:32-9:6

When I read all the passages for this morning, the common thread I found was this:
``You shall not know them by their facial hair.''

Chance are:
You could read these same excerpts from Scripture over and over and over again for the rest of your live-long days and never come up with that same common thread.

Here's the story:
My father has always had facial hair.
From time immemorial.
Now, I suppose there was a time when he was unable to grow facial hair,
but as soon as he could, he did, and does, and always will,
world without end, amen.
All of which made him a perfect candidate for a youth group fundraiser
give money for the chance to shave Rex's beard.
So, Dad eventually took a seat on a chair facing a large church gathering,
gave himself willingly into the hands and razors of smooth-skinned, peach-fuzzed youth,
and all witnessed the shaving of the eternal Rex Ramer beard.
And I didn't know a thing about it.
Until Mom and Dad pulled their rental car into a parking space behind my Denver home,
ready to kick off Iliff graduation weekend festivities with me.
I walked out the back door, and when the man accompanying my mother stepped into the sunlight, I was stunned.
This man with my mother had a chin, and cheeks full cheeks, and even an upper lip.
And it sounds silly and melodramatic to say it now, so far away from its original context,
but I didn't know him for awhile.
The man without the beard wasn't Dad.
But other clues seemed to indicate that it could be someone like my dad.
His lumbering gait,
his poochy little belly protruding only just slightly from his long-and-lean body,
his Sox cap,
the fact that Mom had gotten into and emerged from a car alone with him,
and seemed not to be frightened or threatened in any way.

Clearly, I came soon to know that the strange chinned man was my father,
but it took some time to really know it.
I remember, after the shock of not being able to speak or move or do anything except gawk troublingly
and this really was troubling to me
I began to move slowly toward him,
and eventually found myself touching him more than I typically do in greeting him.
I didn't give him a hug for a long time because I needed to be looking at him,
touching his arms,
and eventually even his face.
A little like Mary grasping Jesus in the garden, I suppose
re-discovering a person who is so familiar and now suddenly also so strange
all at the same time.

As the physical image of my father became less stupefying over the next days,
I knew him as my father, of course, through his acts, his way of being.
I knew him by the way he slowly nodded, ``Yupç''
I knew him by his understated reaction to crashing on the alpine slide
a crash that resulted in his being thrown from his little cart and skidding down a mountain in the half pipe slide and scraping up his arms, legs, hips, hands, every inch of skin that was exposed.
And I knew him by his quiet and again, understated insistence on riding that alpine slide again.
Just because it was fun, nevermind that his whole body was covered in bruises and burns,
and never mind that our initial concern for him had turned into uproarious laughter at his nonchalance.
I knew him by his quiet, fatherly pride in me through the graduation events.

What I heard in all these Scriptures was a common theme of knowing someone
recognizing someone
not by their facial hair
but by their acts, their arts, their ways of being
all things that transcend simple physical appearance.

In the story from Acts, which I won't spend much time with today,
Tabitha has died. Tabitha, whose Greek name was Dorcas.
Her fellow disciples heard that Peter was in a nearby town,
and so called him to the house where her dead body lay.
Now, the shocking conclusion of this story is that Peter kneels, prays,
says to the lifeless body, ``Tabitha, get up.''
And she does!
But what I was struck by was the moment of greeting
the moment of Peter's arrival at the house.
Acts tells us that,
``All the widows stood beside him, weeping and showing tunics and other clothing that Dorcas had made while she was with them.''
In the absence of a living body that looked like their dear friend Tabitha,
they still knew her and recognized her by her art, by her craft, by the work of her hands.
It was the same when my Uncle Bob died this past fall.
In the absence of any recognizable physical presence,
I still knew him and recognized him by the array of brass instruments decorating the church,
I knew him and recognized him by his own voice singing hymns through the speakers,
I knew him and recognized him by his art, by his craft,
by the musical works of his hands, voice, and spirit.

The gospel reading also has to do with recognition.
The Judeans crowd around Jesus and demand that he reveal his true identity
once and for all
``How long will you keep us in suspense?'' they urgently question.
``If you are the Messiah, tell us plainly.''
And Jesus' reply addresses their own inability to know him,
their own inability to recognize him by his acts, his art, his craft,
the works of his hands, voice, and spirit.
He responds, ``The works that I do in God's name testify to me;
but you do not believe, because you do not belong to my sheep.''
He contrasts the inability of his accusers to recognize him by his works,
with his disciples,
his metaphorical sheep who do hear the voice of their shepherd, and indeed know him.
And follow him.
You shall not know him by his facial hair
Jesus is also known by his acts, his art, his craft, his voice;
and step two is the choice to believe, and the decision to follow.
In that choosing, in that believing, those who follow Jesus, indeed know him.

Our Wisdom reading from Proverbs this morning also speaks to me of recognition.
Hear again these words, spoken in the voice of Holy Sophia / Holy Wisdom:
`And now, my children, listen to me:
happy are those who keep my ways.
Hear instruction and be wise,
and do not neglect it.
Happy is the one who listens to me,
watching daily at my gates,
waiting beside my doors.
For whoever finds me finds life
and obtains favor from the Lord;
but those who miss me injure themselves;
all who hate me love death.'
I've pondered this a great deal in the past week
If we watch daily at Wisdom's gate and wait beside her doors,
as readers of this passage are instructed to do,
will we be able to ``find'' her?
Will we recognize her when she passes by?
How will we know that it is the one who was daily God's delight in creation?
How will we know that it is Holy Sophia, tree of life?
Will we recognize her voice when she calls from the high places in the city?
We will most certainly not know her by her facial hair How will we know her?

This sacred task of recognition, of finding, of knowing
is especially difficult because of contrast with Woman Folly which immediately follows this Wisdom reading in Proverbs.
Both cries of invitation are the same:
``You that are simple, turn in here!''
Holy Wisdom and Woman Folly share the exact same invitation:
``You that are simple, turn in here!''

We have to read further to discover the difference in the two invitations,
that at the outset seem to be identical and indistinguishable.
The difference, it seems, is in the nature of the feast itself
We will know Holy Wisdom, we will recognize Holy Sophia
through her art, her craft, the works of her hands, the table she sets.
Woman Folly follows the initial cry of invitation with this:
``Stolen water is sweet,
and bread eaten in secret is pleasant.''
Holy Sophia, the Wisdom of God, follows her initial cry of invitation with this:
``Come, eat of my bread
and drink of the wine I have mixed.
Lay aside immaturity, and live,
and walk in the way of insight.''
There are no secrets in Holy Wisdom's feast; nothing is stolen; everything is transparent.
Bread is not furtively consumed in covert isolation.
The bread of Holy Wisdom is consumed together, in the open,
at a large table in the house of seven hewn pillars,
with all who've heeded her call and accepted her invitation to the feast.

And that's the key I think:
We shall not know her by her facial hair.
We shall know her in ritual, we shall know her in our gathering for a feast,
we shall know her at the communion table, we shall know her in worship.
The gate
the gate where Holy Wisdom instructs her followers to daily wait and watch for her
that gate is worship.
Those who spend their lives studying and writing about worship
often use this metaphor of a gate in talking about worship as liminal space.
Liminal space is the space between before and after not quite one or the other;
Liminal space is boundary space like the experience at a funeral of being between life and death, when all life seems more fragile and the boundary seems less fixed.
Liminal space is ritual space like graduation or baptism or coming-of-age or a wedding, where something actually changes for the person(s) experiencing the ritual.
The person is not the same after the ritual as she or he was before.
Now she has a Master's degree and before she didn't.
Now he is married and before he wasn't.
Now she is a member of a congregation and a publicly-committed disciple of Jesus and before she wasn't.
Now he is a recognized and publicly-blessed young adult in the community and before he wasn't.
Liminal space is gateway space a space of inbetweenness.
Those who study worship most rigorously write about worship & ritual as liminal space:
a gate between this world and God's dreaming for our world.
The gate is ritual when we expect to encounter that which is holy,
when we find ourselves sometimes or often surprised by the sacred.
Holy Wisdom instructs her readers to daily watch for her by the gate,
and promises that those who find her will find Life.
And I suggest that we might understand that gate to be ritual,
to be worship.
When we gather regularly,
when we convene in the name of Jesus,
when we meet at the table set before us to which we have been invited,
it is then that we can discern the nature of the feast,
it is then that we can recognize God,
that we can find Wisdom thereby finding Life,
that we can encounter that which is holy, transparent and true.
Paul Tillich writes of this Proverbs passage
``But [the] text says that there cannot be wisdom without an encounter with the holy,
with that which creates awe, and shakes the ordinary way of life and thought.
Without the experience of awe in face of the mystery of life, there is no wisdom.'' Paul Tillich, from The Eternal Now , 1963

We shall not know her by her facial hair.
We will know Holy Wisdom, we will recognize Holy Sophia
through her art, her craft, the works of her hands, the table she sets.
We shall find her when we daily watch and wait by her gate,
the boundary space between this world and the world God is dreaming into being.

Two important points in this recognition of God, of Wisdom through ritual:

ONE:
This seems to be no small matter.
Recognition of the Sacred seems to be a matter of life and death.
Remember Wisdom's call:
``For whoever finds me finds life
and obtains favor from the Lord;
but those who miss me injure themselves;
all who hate me love death.''
Those who miss her those who fail to recognize her injure themselves.
There is a fine line here, but I feel confident that this is not divine retribution
i.e. those who miss her are punished by an angry God.
The tense is passive, or self-inflictive.
God isn't doing the injuring.
But injury does follow as a natural consequence of rejection of Wisdom,
of failure to know Wisdom,
of missing her when she passes by.

Recognition of the Sacred is also a matter of life and death in our Gospel reading.
Jesus gives eternal life to the sheep that recognize their Shepherd,
the ones who hear their Shepherd's voice and know him,
the ones who choose to believe and to follow.
To these is given Life.
How do we learn to know someone's voice? To know someone by their voice?
Practice listening over and over and enduring messing up a bunch.
This is like calling the Bertsche house.
I challenge each of you to call the Bertsches this week and correctly identify the female voice on the other end of the line simply by her ``Hello'' on your first try.
Of course, you all will probably get lucky and have Dan answer your call.
He's easy to identify.
I'm getting better through practice
I now have a method.
When a female says, ``Hello,''
I say something like, ``Hello Bertsche Family!''
And then the answerer usually responds with something like, ``Oh hi, Megan.''
And that's usually just enough words for me to recognize and correctly identify the voice and greet Adrienne or Lisle or Lynette by name.
I'm working toward knowing them by their ``hellos''.
Knowing them by their facial hair is OUT as an option especially over the phone.
I'm working to recognize their individual voices even in a word.
And that takes practice,
continuing to call,
listening over and over and over again toward recognition.
Showing up for worship, engaging in ritual, practicing, listening toward recognition.
A matter of life and of death.

The second important point in this recognition of God, of Wisdom through ritual:

TWO:
All are called
All are invited to Wisdom's feast
All.
Including, most alarmingly, the enemies at God's table in Psalm 23
``You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.''
My enemies not the deemed ``enemies of the State'' my enemies,
those who make me uncomfortable, those who anger or irritate me, those who slander me.
All are invited.
And this is no nonchalant matter.
The Proverbs passage reveals an even more alarming truth:
all are pursued by Holy Wisdom actively pursued.
She comes seeking the whole city of Jerusalem.
And here I am indebted to the work of Steven Baugh, Prof. of NT at Westminster Seminary, in describing ``Wisdom the Evangelist''
``Lady Wisdomçhas personally gone out into the city streets and squares (1:20-21) where men and women buy and sell their merchandise;
to the gates (8:3)
where the elders hear the lawsuits of their neighbors and conduct the city's business;
and even to the very heights of the acropolis (9:3)
where the city makes its last ditch defense.
Wisdom broadcasts her message to the whole city:
the streets, the squares, the gates and the acropolis.
Proverbs is not a quaint tour through Jerusalem.'' he writes.
``The point is that Wisdom is offering herself to everyone.
Wisdom is not hidden in guru-caves on remote mountaintops;
she is not the mysterious consort of gnostic illuminati.
Wisdom is freely and openly offered to everyone throughout the holy city.
And it is Wisdom herself who is issuing the call.''
All are invited to this lavish feast.
She cries from every corner of the city to every simple person found,
``You that are simple, turn in here!
çCome, eat of my bread
and drink of the wine I have mixed.
Lay aside immaturity, and live,
and walk in the way of insight.''
All are invited to the feast to the feast of bread and wine.
All are invited to the feast the feast of Life.
All are invited to the feast the feast of transformation.
All are pursued by Wisdom and invited to her feast.

This is also true, of course, of Jesus' table the feast that Jesus prepares.
All were called to Jesus' table he had scandalous table etiquette.
And all continue to be called to Jesus' feast.
In our congregation's communion liturgy adapted from Brian Wren
which we will pray together again this morning
we declare,
``At this table all are fed, and no one turned awayç
At this table all share the cup of pain and joy of salvation.''

Our gospel reading this morning
reveals a Jesus who promises that none of his sheep will be snatched from his hand,
that none will be snatched from the very hand of God.
And if none will be snatched from the hand of God,
the implicit promise is that we must actually already dwell in the very hand of God.

Poem received from Jan Lugibihl ``Briefly It Enters, and Briefly Speaks''

How shall we recognize God?
How shall we find Holy Wisdom?
We shall know the Sacred as the one whose love overcomes us,
already with us already here when we think to call her name.

We shall not know them by their facial hair.
We shall know her by her acts, her art, her craft.
We shall recognize him by the works of his hands, voice, and spirit.
We shall find her by the gateway of communal ritual where this world meets God's dreaming of this world.
We shall know him by his voice, having listened again and again toward recognition.
We shall recognize her in her pursuit of us, and the frightening inclusivity of her invitation, and her insistent call toward transformation.
We shall find him in his constant presence and overwhelming love.
We shall know her by accepting the invitation to her feast,
``Come, eat of my bread
and drink of the wine I have mixed.''
We shall know him by accepting the invitation to his table,
As oft as you eat of this bread and drink of this cup,
do so in remembrance of me.
We shall find her and find Life.

Proverbs 8:32-9:6

`And now, my children, listen to me:
happy are those who keep my ways.
Hear instruction and be wise,
and do not neglect it.
Happy is the one who listens to me,
watching daily at my gates,
waiting beside my doors.
For whoever finds me finds life
and obtains favor from the Lord;
but those who miss me injure themselves;
all who hate me love death.'

Wisdom's Feast

Wisdom has built her house,
she has hewn her seven pillars.
She has slaughtered her animals, she has mixed her wine,
she has also set her table.
She has sent out her servant-girls, she calls
from the highest places in the town,
`You that are simple, turn in here!'
To those without sense she says,
`Come, eat of my bread
and drink of the wine I have mixed.
Lay aside immaturity, and live,
and walk in the way of insight.'


John 10:22-30
Jesus Is Rejected by the Judeans

At that time the festival of the Dedication took place in Jerusalem. It was winter, and Jesus was walking in the temple, in the portico of Solomon. So the [Judeans] gathered around him and said to him, `How long will you keep us in suspense? If you are the Messiah, tell us plainly.' Jesus answered, `I have told you, and you do not believe. The works that I do in my Father's name testify to me; but you do not believe, because you do not belong to my sheep. My sheep hear my voice. I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they will never perish. No one will snatch them out of my hand. What my Father has given me is greater than all else, and no one can snatch it out of the Father's hand. The Father and I are one.'


Acts 9:36-43
Peter in Lydda and Joppa

Now in Joppa there was a disciple whose name was Tabitha, which in Greek is Dorcas. She was devoted to good works and acts of charity. At that time she became ill and died. When they had washed her, they laid her in a room upstairs. Since Lydda was near Joppa, the disciples, who heard that Peter was there, sent two men to him with the request, `Please come to us without delay.' So Peter got up and went with them; and when he arrived, they took him to the room upstairs. All the widows stood beside him, weeping and showing tunics and other clothing that Dorcas had made while she was with them. Peter put all of them outside, and then he knelt down and prayed. He turned to the body and said, `Tabitha, get up.' Then she opened her eyes, and seeing Peter, she sat up. He gave her his hand and helped her up. Then calling the saints and widows, he showed her to be alive. This became known throughout Joppa, and many believed in the Lord. Meanwhile he stayed in Joppa for some time with a certain Simon, a tanner.

Sat, 28 Apr 2007 22:43:31 GMT
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18 March 2007
Fourth Sunday of Lent Blessed Hunger, Holy Feast
Sermon: ``We don't eat until everyone's at the table.''
Brian Paff

The parable of the Prodigal or Lost Son is most often read as a story of grace: the young son who squanders his inheritance on wild living and then come back to his f a ther begs comparison to our own spiritual wanderings and, in the end, repentance--our t'shuva--that brings us full circle, back into God's arms. But the beauty of a parable is that it is complex, a story full of different characters, plot lines, themes, and lessons to be learned, depending on the context in which it is told. Given our Lenten theme, I wo n der if we might be able to examine how this parable told in Luke's gospel might change our perspective of Blessed Hunger, Holy Feast.
With this focus, I am drawn to the narrative that takes place after then younger son has lost his wealth, before he returns home. We learn that a famine has plagued the land, and that he has sought work on a pig farm. Circumstances were bleak: ``He would gladly have filled himself with the pods that the pigs were eating; and no one gave him an
y thing.'' After feasting for a time, this young man has begun to understand hunger. But this doesn't appear to be a blessed hunger. No, it's just plain hunger. Starvation, even. ``I am dying of hunger,'' he mourns.
This is not a new theme. Scripture is filled with stories of hunger: a seven-year famine strikes Egypt and its surrounding lands; the people of Israel wander forty years in the desert, often thirsty and hungry; Jesus endures forty days fasting; the multitude who come to listen to Jesus at the sea of Galilee. And this is only to speak of physical hu
n ger for physical food.
Countless more stories reveal different kinds of hunger. What of the woman who bleeds for twelve years? Does she not hunger for healing? Or the paralytic who waits by the pool? And then there's those with leprosy, who hunger for healing but also for touch. And the woman caught in adultery, who hungers for grace, for stones to remain on the ground. And the woman at the well, whose hunger might be just for someone to talk to who will listen to her without passing judgement. And let us not forget the children who longed to come near Jesus.
And the parable of the Prodigal Son may as well be renamed the parable of the Hungry Son, as it appears to me to be yet another Biblical story about hunger. When the younger son decides to return home, he verbalizes no thoughts of being received again as his father's son or receiving the unconditional grace he later finds. ``Gosh, I feel so downright prodigal!'' ``Woe is me! I'm lost!'' No, he hopes only for a place in his father's household as a hired hand, that he might eat once again. And in this context, with this focus, these words bother me: ``no one gave him anything.'' ``He would gladly have filled himself with the pods that the pigs were eating; and no one gave him anything.'' Why did Jesus include these words? What was he trying to communicate in this parable by i
n cluding this small detail? Do we catch a glimpse of Jesus's disdain for those who feast while others hunger? Surely somebody saw this young man in want of food who had the means to feed him. ``No one gave him anything.'' These words sting as they leave the lips of Christ. ``No one gave him anything.'' Later, at the story's end, after the son r e turns and his father kills the fattened calf to celebrate his safety, we encounter the younger son's brother. This elder sibling has remained with his father all this time and and he is, well, frankly he's upset--bitter, even--that his ``prodigal son'' brother has wasted his father's inheritance and now receives a feast. In him we sense no lament for his brother's poverty, no concern for his hunger, no joy in his return. And I imagine J e sus might have added this postscript to the story because it, too, conflicts with his teac h ing of the coming Kingdom.
Not long ago Megan asked Maria and I over dinner what memories we had of mealtime with our families. I recalled many things that were unique about our eating experience, but I didn't remember then what I am about to share now. The responsibility of gathering our family for dinner usually fell to me. My mom put the food on the table, and I, for whatever reason, generally happened to be downstairs, near the kitchen. Mom would tell me to go get my sister and father for dinner--we didn't eat until everyone was at the table. I don't know if you can relate to this or not, but I lived in a two story home. So first I'd go to the stairway. ``Daaaad! Wennnndyyyyy! Dinnertime!'' Sometimes this didn't work. ``Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad! Wennnnnnnnnnnnnnndyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! Dinnnnerrrr!'' And when this didn't work, ``Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaddd--'' well, you get the picture. And sometimes that was frustrating to me, because pulling my sister and father away from homework or the television or reading was not an easy task. And sometimes--sometimes--I had to actually go upstairs to beckon them to come down for dinner. Because until they came, we wouldn't eat. That principle remained through a greater part of my childhood. We didn't eat until everyone was at the table.
Can we apply that principle to our lives, to our church, to our community, to our nation, to our world? Can we insist that others receive a place at the table before we enjoy the feast? There is a popular story of a sermon once preached in a church that goes som
e thing like this: a pastor stood before her congregation and spoke, ``People in Africa are dying of hunger, and we don't give a damn. And the worst part of it is that you're more upset about me saying `damn' from the pulpit than you are about the people starving in Africa.'' And then she sat down. Can we care more about those starving people than anything else? Can we say, ``we don't eat until everyone's at the table, damn it!''?
In Iraq, in Afghanistan, in Israel-Palestine, in Darfur, in Colombia, people hunger for peace, for liberation, for an end to war and occupation, to violence and hatred. We don't eat until everyone's at the table.
The One Campaign reports that worldwide, 38 million people live with (and will pr
e sumably die with) HIV or AIDS. 25 million of those people reside in Africa, where po v erty prevents them from obtaining proper education, treatment, and prevention. 22,000 people living in Chicago have the virus, too, a disproportionate amount of them being people of color and people living in poverty. They hunger for a cure, for prevention, for treatment, for justice. We don't eat until everyone's at the table.
The same poverty that affects those with HIV/AIDS affects those without the virus across the globe. According to globalexchange.org, Guatemalan coffee harvesters have to pick a 100-pound quota in order to get the minimum wage of less than $3/day. Thus they often bring their children to the fields to ensure the minimum amount is gathered. They hunger for fair trade. We don't eat until everyone's at the table.
But lest we think poverty is a plague only reaching the third world, let me offer this thought to you: the other day, while riding my bike past projects on Chicago's near Southwest side, I saw a group of children playing basketball, only they shot a football at a self-constructed hoop consisting of a milk crate attached to a telephone pole with some plywood serving as a backboard. At first I thought, ``Wow, that is so awesome, so urban.'' But then I got to thinking about my childhood, about the nice hoop my father had put up with some of the neighborhood parents, and I realized something was wrong with the picture. Yet their hunger isn't as superficial as better basketball hoops; no, they hunger for healthful food, quality education, healthcare, affordable housing, even clean air, and for someone to pay attention to them. We don't eat until everyone's at the t
a ble.
People in New Orleans still suffer from the effects of Hurricane Katrina. They hunger for levees, for rebuilt homes, for restored communities. We don't eat until everyone's at the table.
Our brothers and sisters in the GLBT community are still victims of prejudice and fear. They hunger for belonging, for love, for acceptance. We don't eat until everyone's at the table.
Immigrants without documentation do not have access to certain services and rights and are forced to live in hiding and in fear. They hunger for justice, for work, and for safety. We don't eat until everyone's at the table.
The environment continues its downward spiral, global warming an imminent outcome of our unbridled development, energy use, and consumer wastefulness. She hungers for protection, for conservation, and for restoration. We don't eat until everyone's at the t
a ble.
We don't eat until everyone's at the table because our prodigal sons and daughters are still lost, still starving to eat even the pods fed to the pigs. We don't eat until everyone's at the table because Jesus tells us, ``Whatever you do for the least of these sisters and brothers of mine, you do for me.'' We don't eat until everyone's at the table because when faced with sending the multitude at the Sea of Galilee away to seek food, Jesus instructs the disciples, ``You give them something to eat.'' We don't eat until everyone's at the table because Jesus says, ``I am the bread of life.'' We don't eat until everyone's at the table because even Jesus himself, when first appearing to the disciples in the u
p per room, asks, ``You got anything to eat?''
Blessed hunger is not blessed unless there is hope of a holy feast. May God, the one who provides food in time of famine, manna in the desert, healing for the sick, touch for the untouchables, and forgiveness for sinners, offer that hope through us, and may we work as one to ensure our sisters and brothers find their way to the holy feast.




Sat, 28 Apr 2007 22:52:19 GMT
050607_Diligently_Seek.rtf http://chicagocomm.il.us.mennonite.net/:=050607_Diligently_Seek.rtf@CB2.Worship/Sermons Chicago Community Mennonite Church
6 May 2007
Fifth Sunday of Eastertide
Wisdom & Word:
"Those who diligently seek Wisdom find her"
Women in the Bible Sunday
Sermon: ``Diligently seek''
Megan M. Ramer

Acts 11:1-18
Psalm 148
John 13:31-35
Proverbs 8:1-21

This is ``Women in the Bible Sunday'':
an annual CCMC tradition of which some of you may be unaware,
given that it has NOT up until this point been celebrated annually.
Never you mind. Details, detailsç
It was intended to be an annual traditionevery first Sunday of Mayand so it shall be,
henceforth, forevermoreçat least until we forget about it again.
Thankfully we are a community of abundant grace.
And I'm working on thiscreating a ``Special Sundays at CCMC'' worship map,
which will be unveiled at the worship committee meeting this very afternoon,
to assist in our remembering things like this.

Anyway.
What I hope to do on this ``Women in the Bible Sunday''
is tell a few stories of women in the Bible.
Shocking direction, I know.
It'll be like flannelgraphs without the flannel.

And if you've been paying attention, then you know that none of the scriptures you've heard this morning have had anything whatsoever to do with women in the Bible.
But any preacher worth her salt can make things fit
at least any stubborn preacher prone to manipulation!

All in good fun, sisters and brothers.
I'll save confession time regarding manipulative tendencies for another time.
Today: Women in the Bible.
But first, those pesky little texts served to me by the lectionary.
And actually, first and foremost, the text that I myself chose and added to the lectionary
back when we discussed an Eastertide theme of ``Wisdom & Word''
the Proverbs text.

Holy Wisdom is again doing her thing:
calling out and crying from all corners and centers of the city
the streets, public squares, the gates to the city
she is found in the economic and judicial centers of society,
as well as on the fringes of society.
Her approach to whomever will listen is personal, insistent,
and as we noted before, decidedly inclusive:
she cries out ``to all that live.''

Most fitting for us this morning, she cries:
``I love those who love me,
and those who seek me diligently
find me.''
Seeking and finding is a common motif in the quest for Wisdom
those who seek her will find her.
Those who seek her diligently, will find her.
It makes me wonder about seeking diligently
am I doing it?
If not, how might I begin such a quest for Holy Wisdom?
It seems I might do well to go where she seems to be:
in all remote corners and powerful centers of the city.

The same might be said for women in the Bible:
Those who seek Woman diligently in the biblical text will find Her.
And believe me, the seeking had better be diligent.
The Bible is an overwhelmingly male document,
written almost exclusively, if not entirely, by men,
documenting the stories of mostly male characters,
told the way many histories throughout time have been told
through the tales of wars and rising and falling kingdoms
and monumental events in a public life dominated by men
written in a time of such a strident patriarchy that none of us 20th and 21st century folk can quite comprehend.
The Hebrew Bible alone mentions 1426 names 1315 men and 111 women.
And yet the Bible is our sacred text
infused with Spirit
it's a text that somehow both fully reflects and transcends
the mortal mouths that told its tales over and over,
and eventually the mortal hands that penned it.
And the stories of women managed to slip in,
to shimmer through cracks here and there.
Many of those women are anonymous, and many more are at least silent,
but they are there
always lurking somewhere in the deeper, unspoken layers of the stories.
And every now and then, they even manage to shine brilliantly:
names, personalities, documented speeches and songs and dances and all!

We heard a familiar story from Acts this morning:
Peter's dramatic vision of ritually unclean animals on a sheet being lowered from heaven,
God's command to ``eat!''
Peter's disgust at the insinuation that he would eat that which was forbidden to eat,
and God's profound response:
"What God has made clean, you must not call profane."
Peter's whole world is suddenly topsy-turvy.
The old categories
clean and unclean,
sacred and profane
no longer seem to be operative.
By divine decree.
"What God has made clean, you must not call profane."
Immediately after this vision, against all of Peter's expectations,
and unless I'm mistaken, even against all of Peter's hopes,
Gentiles receive the Holy Spirit in his presence.
Gentiles.
``If then God gave them the same gift that he gave us when we believed
in the Lord Jesus Christ, who was I that I could hinder God?''

Ohhhçthis is a sermon just begging to be preached!

This is the Bible story writ large:
who are humans that theythat wecould hinder God?
This morning we will diligently seek a few women in the Bible
who evidence having diligently sought Wisdom and found her.
We will diligently seek and we will find faithful women whom God has called clean, strong, wise, beautiful, brave, clever, and good.

Abigail
For the idea of doing this close reading of the I Samuel story, I am indebted to Jackie Kestner and her website, Alabaster Jars, which highlights the biblical stories of women.
1 Samuel 25:1-3
There was a man in Maon, whose property was in Carmel. The man was very rich; he had three thousand sheep and a thousand goats. He was shearing his sheep in Carmel. Now the name of the man was Nabal, and the name of his wife Abigail. The woman was clever and beautiful, but the man was surly and mean; he was a Calebite.

The Bible introduces us to Abigail and her husband, Nabal,
his name being the Hebrew word for "fool".
Word plays occur repeatedly in the Bible, and this naming is certainly just that
a play on his churlish nature.
This is what we know from the introduction to the tale:
Nabal is rich, with three thousand sheep and a thousand goats.
Nabal is mean and surly.
And Nabal is a fool. Said in Hebrew, this sentence would read: Nabal is a nabal.
OR Fool is a fool. He is a caricature, a personification of foolishness.
In contrast, Abigail, his wife, the text tells us, is beautiful and clever.
Foreshadowing for the story ahead!

1 Samuel 25:4-8
David heard in the wilderness that Nabal was shearing his sheep. So David sent ten young men; and David said to the young men, 'Go up to Carmel, and go to Nabal, and greet him in my name. Thus you shall salute him: 'Peace be to you, and peace be to your house, and peace be to all that you have. I hear that you have shearers; now your shepherds have been with us, and we did them no harm, and they missed nothing, all the time they were in Carmel. Ask your young men, and they will tell you. Therefore let my young men find favor in your sight; for we have come on a feast day. Please give whatever you have at hand to your servants and to your son David.'

David essentially demands Nabal's hospitality.
David has the right to do so, as he has helped Nabal's shepherds in the past,
and because the honor codes of this tribal society demand that debts of hospitality be repaid in kind.
Nabal knows David both through public acclaim (he'd already made a name for himself)
and through personal contact with Nabal's people.
When it comes time to harvest the wool, David wants a share.

1 Samuel 25:-9-11
When David's young men came, they said all this to Nabal in the name of David; and then they waited. But Nabal answered David's servants, 'Who is David? Who is the son of Jesse? There are many servants today who are breaking away from their masters. Shall I take my bread and my water and the meat that I have butchered for my shearers, and give it to men who come from I do not know where?'

Nabal lives up to his name, foolishly denying the debt of honor he owes
denying even that he knows David's name.
David's men return with Nabal's answer.

1 Samuel 25:13:
David said to his men, 'Every man strap on his sword!' And every one of them strapped on his sword; David also strapped on his sword; and about four hundred men went up after David, while two hundred remained with the baggage.

David's men ride armed for combat against Nabala mere sheepherder!
Nabal owed David hospitality, and David should have been able to count on it,
but the show of brute military force is more than a little overdone.

1 Samuel 25:14-17
But one of the young men told Abigail, Nabal's wife, 'David sent messengers out of the wilderness to salute our master; and [our master] shouted insults at them. Yet the men were very good to us, and we suffered no harm, and we never missed anything when we were in the fields, as long as we were with them; they were a wall to us both by night and by day, all the while we were with them keeping the sheep. Now therefore know this and consider what you should do; for evil has been decided against our master and against all his house; [our master] is so ill-natured that no one can speak to him.'

Isn't this interesting?
The servant comes to Abigail with the expectation of her action.
He says, "know this and consider what you should do."
He does not go to his "ill-natured" master, Nabal.
Instead he seeks out his mistress
and implores her to act on behalf of the whole household,
against which ``evil has been decided.''

1 Samuel 25:18-19
Then Abigail hurried and took two hundred loaves, two skins of wine, five sheep ready dressed, five measures of parched grain, one hundred clusters of raisins, and two hundred cakes of figs. She loaded them on donkeys and said to her young men, 'Go on ahead of me; I am coming after you.' But she did not tell her husband Nabal.

Abigail quickly considers what she should do, and puts her plan into practice.
She gathers the makings of the feast David had requested,
prepares for travel and takes off to meet Davidçall without telling Nabal.
Abigail has:
1) Considered the problem
2) determined a course of action directly opposed to her foolish husband's wishes
3) implemented that plan without telling her husband a thing.

1 Samuel 25:20-22
As she rode on the donkey and came down under cover of the mountain, David and his men came down toward her; and she met them. Now David had said, 'Surely it was in vain that I protected all that this fellow has in the wilderness, so that nothing was missed of all that belonged to him; but he has returned me evil for good. God do so to David and more also, if by morning I leave so much as one male of all who belong to him.'

Abigail has set off, and meets David.
David swears to destroy every male "belonging" to Nabal,
that would include not only slaves,
but also every male member of Nabal's extended household.

1 Samuel 25:-23-26
When Abigail saw David, she hurried and alighted from the donkey, and fell before David on her face, bowing to the ground. She fell at his feet and said, 'Upon me alone, my lord, be the guilt; please let your servant speak in your ears, and hear the words of your servant. My lord, do not take seriously this ill-natured fellow, Nabal; for as his name is, so is he; Nabal is his name, and folly is with him; but I, your servant, did not see the young men of my lord, whom you sent.'

When Abigail reaches David, she abases herself before him.
She assumes the responsibility for Nabal's actions,
and even goes so far as to publicly criticize Nabal,
a blatant affront particularly in tribal cultures
where loss of face carried a great deal of stigma and resulted in defamed reputation.
Then she goes further and hints she was supposed to be in charge of matters anyway, saying "I did not see the young men of my lord, whom you sent."
She must have had the authority to act on behalf of the household,
just as Nabal did,
and she clearly regrets not having been the one to receive David's messengers
and give ear to their requests.
Abigail continues:

'Now then, my lord, as the Lord lives, and as you yourself live, since the Lord has restrained you from bloodguilt and from taking vengeance with your own hand, now let your enemies and those who seek to do evil to my lord be like Nabal.'"

David will face allegations of bloodguilt several times in his life.
Abigail reminds him, in a very kind way,
that if he followed through in his intent he , not Nabal, would be the guilty party.
David does not have a right under the law to retaliate in this violent and fatal way.
If he does, he will be guilty before God.
She continues
and try to keep up with small ``l'' lords, typically preceded by a ``my'' as in ``my lord'' (read: David) and the big ``L'' Lords (read: God):

1 Samuel 25:27-30
'And now let this present that your servant has brought to my lord be given to the young men who follow my lord. Please forgive the trespass of your servant; for the Lord will certainly make my lord a sure house, because my lord is fighting the battles of the Lord; and evil shall not be found in you so long as you live. If anyone should rise up to pursue you and to seek your life, the life of my lord shall be bound in the bundle of the living under the care of the Lord your God; but the lives of your enemies he shall sling out as from the hollow of a sling. When the Lord has done to my lord according to all the good that he has spoken concerning you, and has appointed you prince over Israel, my lord shall have no cause of grief, or pangs of conscience, for having shed blood without cause or for having saved himself. And when the Lord has dealt well with my lord, then remember your servant.'

Clever Abigail demonstrates great wisdom.
She doesn't defend her husband, Nabal,
but reminds David of the spiritual consequences of his actions.
If David killed Nabal, David would have the burden.
She also bravely speaks a prophecy that David's enemies would be like Nabal
that is, fools
were he to murder.
She reminds David that he pursues God's plans and fights for God.
David walked in the protection of God, while his enemies were defeated.
Why, Abigail implores, should he threaten screwing that up
by giving into his vengeful and unjust rage in stooping to murder?

Now, Abigail isn't necessarily the saint she appears to be at this point.
She may be.
But her saintly golden halo is likely just as tarnished as yours or mine.
It's good to remember at this point that she is acting in her own best interest.
Note her final statement:
``And when the Lord has dealt well with my lord, then remember your servant.''
She wants David to remember her once things are resolved in his favor.

But she is acting.
Acting in her own best interest.
Acting in the best interest of her foolish husband and their entire household.
Acting in the best interest of David.
And perhaps most shockingly,
her actions and words are heeded and respected and praised.

1 Samuel 25:32-35
David said to Abigail, 'Blessed be the Lord, the God of Israel, who sent you to meet me today! Blessed be your good sense, and blessed be you, who have kept me today from bloodguilt and from avenging myself by my own hand! For as surely as the Lord the God of Israel lives, who has restrained me from hurting you, unless you had hurried and come to meet me, truly by morning there would not have been left to Nabal so much as one male.' Then David received from her hand what she had brought him; he said to her, 'Go up to your house in peace; see, I have heeded your voice, and I have granted your petition.'

David praises God for Abigail and proclaims her true wisdom.
He expresses gratitude for her spiritual knowledge in preventing him from sin
and by extension, for saving the lives of every single last man in her extended household.

1 Samuel 25:36-38
Abigail came to Nabal; he was holding a feast in his house, like the feast of a king. Nabal's heart was merry within him, for he was very drunk; so she told him nothing at all until the morning light. In the morning, when the wine had gone out of Nabal, his wife told him these things, and his heart died within him; he became like a stone. About ten days later the Lord struck Nabal, and he died.

After this whole winding tale, God punishes Nabal.
But what for? For being foolish?

1 Samuel 25:39
When David heard that Nabal was dead, he said, 'Blessed be the Lord who has judged the case of Nabal's insult to me, and has kept back his servant from evil; the Lord has returned the evildoing of Nabal upon his own head.'

According to David, God has punished Nabal because of the insult he hurtled at David.

1 Samuel 25:39-42
Then David sent and wooed Abigail, to make her his wife. When David's servants came to Abigail at Carmel, they said to her, 'David has sent us to you to take you to him as his wife.' She rose and bowed down, with her face to the ground, and said, 'Your servant is a slave to wash the feet of the servants of my lord.' Abigail got up hurriedly and rode away on a donkey; her five maids attended her. She went after the messengers of David and became his wife.

Abigail is ``wooed'' and receives a marriage proposal from David,
soon-to-be King of Israel, and she accepts.
We can't be sure how free she was to actually make her own choice here.
As the Bathsheba tale indicates,
David's powers of persuasion can be quite manipulative, forceful, and deadly.
And she is the second of four named wives and who knows how many unnamed,
for 2 Samuel records that David ``took more concubines and wives.''
In accepting his marriage proposal, brought to her by messengers,
she prostrates herself, seemingly resigning herself to abject powerlessness.
But while she declares herself a slave to wash the feet of David's servants,
we know from her bold and clever actions in saving her household
that she is a woman of strength, a woman of passion,
a woman of action who calls for the restoration of justice
and invites the transformation of people.
Even the most rich and powerful man she has likely ever encountered
is changed because of her words of spiritual wisdom.

Lydia
Acts 16:11-15, 39b-40
The Conversion of Lydia
We set sail from Troas and took a straight course to Samothrace, the following day to Neapolis, and from there to Philippi, which is a leading city of the district of Macedonia and a Roman colony. We remained in this city for some days. On the sabbath day we went outside the gate by the river, where we supposed there was a place of prayer; and we sat down and spoke to the women who had gathered there.

women gathered for prayer
In Philippi, it seems, Paul found a Sabbath gathering composed exclusively of women.
``place of prayer'' could mean a synagogue or something less formal
gathering near the river might indicate an informal place of prayer, discussion and worship
wherever it is, the women have gathered with other women.
This might suggest that as early as the 1st century,
women believers may have ``sought ways to hear their own voices and stories in worship,
freed from the dictates of the male-dominated church.'' (WBC, 396)

A certain woman named Lydia, a worshipper of God, was listening to us;

``Worshipper of God'' indicates that she is a Gentile woman who worships God,
but is not yet a formal member of the Christian community.

she was from the city of Thyatira and a dealer in purple cloth. The Lord opened her heart to listen eagerly to what was said by Paul. When she and her household were baptized,

Interrupt to note that a reference to her ``household'' indicates that she must be single
and the head of her household.
As a merchant of a luxury good for the elite of Philippi (``dealer in purple cloth'')
and a mistress of her own household,
she would have enjoyed a relatively high social and economic status.
This most likely made Lydia an atypical woman for her time:
living comfortably and providing for those in her household.
She could easily have dismissed Paul's sermons as only for the poor or discontent,
but she was open to the transforming power of the message he preached.
She was open to hearing the good news, and understood that the Gospel is for everyone -- women and men, the wealthy and the poor, those in the center and those on the margins.

Also worthy of interruption is the fact of her baptism,
and the baptisms of all those in her household.
She is the first European convert, responding to the teachings of Paul.
Cornelius was the first Gentile convert, responding to the teaching of Peter.
These two monumental conversions are told in parallel

Pick it up again:

When she and her household were baptized, she urged us, saying, `If you have judged me to be faithful to the Lord, come and stay at my home.' And she prevailed upon us.

Clearly Paul and Silas do judge her to be faithful to God,
and they accept her generous offer of hospitality.
Later, when Paul and Silas have been thrown in prison,
the jailers rather belatedly realize that Paul and Silas are Roman citizens,
and after apologizing to them, dispose of them.

And [the police] took [Paul and Silas] out and asked them to leave the city. After leaving the prison they went to Lydia's home; and when they had seen and encouraged the brothers and sisters there, they departed.

Lydia's home is clearly still the central gathering place for those seeking the wisdom of God in the life and teachings of Jesus.
Her household provides the home-base, a center for Paul and the other missionaries.
She becomes the benefactor for a growing Christian community.
And the book of Acts reveals all that to us.
Remember: All characters are secondary to Paul in the book of Acts
Paul who signifies the transfer of the gospel to a more global audience.
And women are necessarily silencedthroughout the book
so that the book will be more attractive and less offensive
to the male-dominated Roman Empire for which Luke,
the premier gentleman's gentleman,
is writing.
Despite all that, Lydia still manages to sneak through the barriers set up for her
to emerge in the story as a leader and founder of the Christian community in Philippi.

Emily Dawson writes:
``Drawing upon her knowledge and experience as a professional woman,
Lydia impacted the blossoming Christian Church.
Biblical scholars have argued that Lydia,
knowing that resources are necessary to be effective,
helped persuade Paul to allow the Church in Philippi to support him financially.
Until this time, Paul had not been able to dedicate himself full time to preaching.
The support offered by the Philippian church was indicative of a powerful conclusion:
the Gospel was important enough to be Paul's exclusive focus.
Lydia, a businesswoman, helped propel the Church in a new direction.'' Emily Dawson, ``An Energy of Spirit,'' .

Women in the Bible, evidenced by our two examples today,
are overwhelmingly resilient.
In most, if not all, cases they had to be!
They shimmer through cracks in the text,
and on occasion, they shine brilliantly:
diligently seeking God's Holy Wisdom and finding her,
persistently seeking God's Incarnate Word and finding him.
Praise GodPraise Holy Wisdomfor the women throughout time who have faithfully sought and found!
Praise God for the women in the Bible!
And in the words of our Psalm this morning:

Praise God who spoke the Word
which created trees and plants, animals and birds,
as well as multi-colored and multi-gendered people:
Praise Holy Wisdom for the environment which sustains male and female;
poor and rich, young and old, gay and straight, we praise the Holy One!

Praise God!


Proverbs 8 (Today's NIV)

1 Does not wisdom call out?
Does not understanding raise her voice?

2 At the highest point along the way,
where the paths meet, she takes her stand;

3 beside the gate leading into the city,
at the entrance, she cries aloud:

4 "To you, O people, I call out;
I raise my voice to all humankind.

5 You who are simple, gain prudence;
you who are foolish, set your hearts on it. [a]

6 Listen, for I have trustworthy things to say;
I open my lips to speak what is right.

7 My mouth speaks what is true,
for my lips detest wickedness.

8 All the words of my mouth are just;
none of them is crooked or perverse.

9 To the discerning all of them are right;
they are upright to those who have found knowledge.

10 Choose my instruction instead of silver,
knowledge rather than choice gold,

11 for wisdom is more precious than rubies,
and nothing you desire can compare with her.

12 "I, wisdom, dwell together with prudence;
I possess knowledge and discretion.

13 To fear the LORD is to hate evil;
I hate pride and arrogance,
evil behavior and perverse speech.

14 Counsel and sound judgment are mine;
I have insight, I have power.

15 By me kings reign
and rulers issue decrees that are just;

16 by me princes govern,
and noblesall who rule on earth.

17 I love those who love me,
and those who seek me find me.

18 With me are riches and honor,
enduring wealth and prosperity.

19 My fruit is better than fine gold;
what I yield surpasses choice silver.

20 I walk in the way of righteousness,
along the paths of justice,

21 bestowing a rich inheritance on those who love me
and making their treasuries full.


Call to Worship: based on Psalm 148 and John 1: verses 14,16.

Praise the Lord who spoke the Word
which created the grandeur of the heavens:

For brilliant moon and countless stars, sun and rain and blue-skied days we praise the Lord!

Praise the Lord who spoke the Word
which created the fragile beauty of the earth and the seas:

For changing seasons; the contours of land and sea; for heat and cold, wind and calm, we praise the Lord!

Praise the Lord who spoke the Word
which created trees and plants, animals and birds,
as well as multi-colored and multi-gendered people:
For the environment which sustains male and female; poor and rich, young and old, gay and straight, we praise the Lord!

Praise the Lord, the Word who became flesh
and who lived among us full of grace and truth:
We have seen The Word's glory and have all received grace upon grace, and truth that has set us free.

All - praise the Lord, Hallelujah!


Acts 11:1-18
Now the apostles and the believers who were in Judea heard that the Gentiles had also accepted the word of God. So when Peter went up to Jerusalem, the circumcised believers criticized him, saying, `Why did you go to uncircumcised men and eat with them?' Then Peter began to explain it to them, step by step, saying, `I was in the city of Joppa praying, and in a trance I saw a vision. There was something like a large sheet coming down from heaven, being lowered by its four corners; and it came close to me. As I looked at it closely I saw four-footed animals, beasts of prey, reptiles, and birds of the air. I also heard a voice saying to me, "Get up, Peter; kill and eat." But I replied, "By no means, Lord; for nothing profane or unclean has ever entered my mouth." But a second time the voice answered from heaven, "What God has made clean, you must not call profane." This happened three times; then everything was pulled up again to heaven. At that very moment three men, sent to me from Caesarea, arrived at the house where we were. The Spirit told me to go with them and not to make a distinction between them and us. These six brothers also accompanied me, and we entered the man's house. He told us how he had seen the angel standing in his house and saying, "Send to Joppa and bring Simon, who is called Peter; he will give you a message by which you and your entire household will be saved." And as I began to speak, the Holy Spirit fell upon them just as it had upon us at the beginning. And I remembered the word of the Lord, how he had said, "John baptized with water, but you will be baptized with the Holy Spirit." If then God gave them the same gift that he gave us when we believed in the Lord Jesus Christ, who was I that I could hinder God?' When they heard this, they were silenced. And they praised God, saying, `Then God has given even to the Gentiles the repentance that leads to life.'


John 13:31-35
When he had gone out, Jesus said, `Now the Son of Man has been glorified, and God has been glorified in him. If God has been glorified in him, God will also glorify him in himself and will glorify him at once. Little children, I am with you only a little longer. You will look for me; and as I said to the Jews so now I say to you, "Where I am going, you cannot come." I give you a new commandment, that you love one another. Just as I have loved you, you also should love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.'

Sat, 5 May 2007 19:39:44 GMT
052007_Call_to_Prayer.rtf http://chicagocomm.il.us.mennonite.net/:=052007_Call_to_Prayer.rtf@CB2.Worship/Sermons Chicago Community Mennonite Church
20 May 2007
Seventh Sunday of Eastertide
Wisdom & Word:
"Wisdom cries out!"
Days of Prayer and Action for Colombia
Sermon: Call to Prayer
Megan M. Ramer

Acts 16:16-34
Psalm 97
John 17:20-26
Proverbs 1:20-2:11

This isn't the sermon I wanted to preach.
This isn't the sermon that I tried really diligently to preach.
I wanted to preach the Acts text.
I wanted to explore the story of Paul getting annoyed,
driving out a spirit of divination and silencing a slave girl who only heralded the truth,
and her owners being so angry at the loss of income due to the exorcism that they incite a crowd to beat up Paul and Silas who then end up in jailçsinging hymns,
where a jail guard is so frightened of disappointing his superiors by failing to do his duty,
he nearly commits suicide,
until Paul assures him they haven't escaped despite a divine earthquake crumbling the walls and breaking the chains,
and the jailer takes Paul and Silas to his home, washes their wounds and accepts baptism.
That's the story I wanted to tell.
That's the story I took notes on all week, carefully sifting and sorting,
and beginning to sculpt into a sermon about freedom and enslavement.
Who is free and who is enslaved?
And how can we know for certain that we are free?
I was going to make the metaphorical ties to our congregational and our sociopolitical relationship with Colombia,
this being the first of our two days of prayer and action for Colombia.
It was going to illuminate some truths caught in the shadows,
and inspire us to deeper compassion and more diligent action.

But something else called out to me.
Dismissably quiet at first,
and increasingly insistent the further down my own path I walked.
It was a call to prayer.
Simply that: a call to prayer.
So then, for a while, I attempted to force a fit.
I thought I could have bothI could preach the sermon I wanted to preach
and heed the call to prayer.
``both-and'' thinking is superior to ``either-or'' right?
In this case, the call to prayer became unrelentingly firm.
I began the process of surrendering to the meditation that insisted on being heard.
I returned to the Proverbs passage and realized this felt like Wisdom crying out in the streetsand that after all these weeks of hearing her voice, I'd do well to listen to her.
I returned to the gospel reading and there it wasJesus praying.
About to begin the most trying week of action required of him, he prays.
And I returned to the purpose of these two days:
Days of prayer and action.
Colombian church leaders implore us North Americans in these two May days to join them ``in fervent prayer and faithful witness for a sustainable peace in Colombia.''

Here we are.
Gathered in worship.
A whole community of us.
It is Sundayour Sabbathour day of worship and prayer.
And so we are equipped and particularly called this morning to ``fervent prayer.''
You know the old sayingç
``Pray as though everything depends on God;
and work as though everything depends on you.''
Remind you of any Colombians you know?
William and Marina, who lived among us for six months of hard-earned sanctuary,
seem to truly live this balance
praying as though everything in the world depended on God,
and working, day after long and weary day, as though everything depended on them.
Prayer is not a substitute for action.
Neither is action a substitute for prayer.
Our Colombian sisters and brothers have heeded Wisdom's call in inviting us into both.
``Prayer without action grows into powerless pietism,
and action without prayer degenerates into questionable manipulationç
In prayer we meet Christ, and in him all human suffering.
In service, we meet people, and in them, the suffering Christ.'' Donald McNeill, Douglas Morrison, Henri Nouwen, Compassion: A Reflection on the Christian Life.

Please join me in fervent prayer.
Tomorrow we will faithfully witness for a sustainable peace in Colombia.
Tomorrow we will act as though the settling of this whole complicated, violent, 60-year-old mess depends on us.
Today we pray.
Let us pray, in the spirit of our Colombian friends, as though everything depends on God.
Let us pray with the expectation of meeting Christ, and therefore the whole of human suffering.
Let us fervently pray for lasting, holistic peace in Colombia.


Leader: God, we praise you for the courageous work being done by Christians in Colombia, as they strive to bring about peace and justice for all within their country. We pray for their protection, as they are being targeted by all sides. We pray for strength to persevere in their long struggle. We pray that through it all you will sustain their hope.

Response: "Oyenos, mi Dios" (Hear us, my God) HWB #358

Leader: Good Shepherd, we ask for your care and protection for those suffering in Colombia. We ask for strength for those who have lost loved ones in the war. We pray for healing for the victims of violence. We pray that the many displaced persons will find a home -- both a physical home and comfort in your presence.

Response: "Oyenos, mi Dios"

Leader: Prince of Peace, we pray for the thousands of Colombians who are working to bring an end to the conflict and a more just society for all. We also pray for all of the armed groups in the conflict - the paramilitaries, the guerrillas, and the military - that they will cease their violence, repent, and turn in humility to you.

Response: "Oyenos, mi Dios"

Leader: Merciful God, we confess that for too long we in North America have complacently stood by, unaware of the situation in Colombia and implicitly supporting government policies which have prolonged the war. We ask for forgiveness for our complacency, and for courage to stand with our Colombian brothers and sisters. We pray for wise policies from our governments that will bring peace instead of continuing this destructive war.

Response: "Oyenos, mi Dios"

Leader: Source of all Life, we lift up to you our dear sister Luz Marina, and our dear brother, Jose William. Protect their precious lives, O God. Sustain them in their work and ministry. Call out and equip new leaders in their growing congregation. And give to them the gift of friendship. Never leave them, God, and never forsake them. Keep us ever faithful in our commitments to them and to all the people of Colombia.

Response: "Oyenos, mi Dios"

Hear our prayers, O God. Amen.


Proverbs 1:20-2:11

The Call of Wisdom
Wisdom cries out in the street;
in the squares she raises her voice.
At the busiest corner she cries out;
at the entrance of the city gates she speaks:
`How long, O simple ones, will you love being simple?
How long will scoffers delight in their scoffing
and fools hate knowledge?
Give heed to my reproof;
I will pour out my thoughts to you;
I will make my words known to you.
Because I have called and you refused,
have stretched out my hand and no one heeded,
and because you have ignored all my counsel
and would have none of my reproof,
I also will laugh at your calamity;
I will mock when panic strikes you,
when panic strikes you like a storm,
and your calamity comes like a whirlwind,
when distress and anguish come upon you.
Then they will call upon me, but I will not answer;
they will seek me diligently, but will not find me.
Because they hated knowledge
and did not choose the fear of the Lord,
would have none of my counsel,
and despised all my reproof,
therefore they shall eat the fruit of their way
and be sated with their own devices.
For waywardness kills the simple,
and the complacency of fools destroys them;
but those who listen to me will be secure
and will live at ease, without dread of disaster.'

The Value of Wisdom
My child, if you accept my words
and treasure up my commandments within you,
making your ear attentive to wisdom
and inclining your heart to understanding;
if you indeed cry out for insight,
and raise your voice for understanding;
if you seek it like silver,
and search for it as for hidden treasures
then you will understand the fear of the Lord
and find the knowledge of God.
For the Lord gives wisdom;
from his mouth come knowledge and understanding;
he stores up sound wisdom for the upright;
he is a shield to those who walk blamelessly,
guarding the paths of justice
and preserving the way of his faithful ones.
Then you will understand righteousness and justice
and equity, every good path;
for wisdom will come into your heart,
and knowledge will be pleasant to your soul;
prudence will watch over you;
and understanding will guard you.

Acts 16:16-34
One day, as we were going to the place of prayer, we met a slave-girl who had a spirit of divination and brought her owners a great deal of money by fortune-telling. While she followed Paul and us, she would cry out, `These men are slaves of the Most High God, who proclaim to you a way of salvation.' She kept doing this for many days. But Paul, very much annoyed, turned and said to the spirit, `I order you in the name of Jesus Christ to come out of her.' And it came out that very hour.

But when her owners saw that their hope of making money was gone, they seized Paul and Silas and dragged them into the market-place before the authorities. When they had brought them before the magistrates, they said, `These men are disturbing our city; they are Jews and are advocating customs that are not lawful for us as Romans to adopt or observe.' The crowd joined in attacking them, and the magistrates had them stripped of their clothing and ordered them to be beaten with rods. After they had given them a severe flogging, they threw them into prison and ordered the jailer to keep them securely. Following these instructions, he put them in the innermost cell and fastened their feet in the stocks.

About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the prisoners were listening to them. Suddenly there was an earthquake, so violent that the foundations of the prison were shaken; and immediately all the doors were opened and everyone's chains were unfastened. When the jailer woke up and saw the prison doors wide open, he drew his sword and was about to kill himself, since he supposed that the prisoners had escaped. But Paul shouted in a loud voice, `Do not harm yourself, for we are all here.' The jailer called for lights, and rushing in, he fell down trembling before Paul and Silas. Then he brought them outside and said, `Sirs, what must I do to be saved?' They answered, `Believe on the Lord Jesus, and you will be saved, you and your household.' They spoke the word of the Lord to him and to all who were in his house. At the same hour of the night he took them and washed their wounds; then he and his entire family were baptized without delay. He brought them up into the house and set food before them; and he and his entire household rejoiced that he had become a believer in God.

Psalm 97
Refrain:
Rejoice in God, O you righteous! Give thanks to God's holy name!

God is ruler! Let the earth rejoice;
let the many coastlands be glad!

Clouds and thick darkness
are all around God;
righteousness and justice are
the foundation of God's throne.

Fire goes before God,
and consumes God's adversaries
on every side.

God's lightnings light up the world;
the earth sees and trembles.

The mountains melt like wax
before God,
before the God of all the earth.

The heavens proclaim
God's righteousness;
and all the peoples behold
God's glory.

All worshippers of images are
put to shame, those who make their
boast in worthless idols;
all gods bow down before God.

Zion hears and is glad,
and the towns of Judah rejoice,
because of your judgements, O God.

For you, O God, are most high
over all the earth;
you are exalted far above all gods.

God loves those who hate evil;
God guards the lives of God's
faithful; God rescues them
from the hand of the wicked.

Light dawns for the righteous,
and joy for the upright in heart.

Rejoice in God, O you righteous,
and give thanks to God's holy name!

John 17:20-26
`I ask not only on behalf of these, but also on behalf of those who will believe in me through their word, that they may all be one. As you, Father, are in me and I am in you, may they also be in us, so that the world may believe that you have sent me. The glory that you have given me I have given them, so that they may be one, as we are one, I in them and you in me, that they may become completely one, so that the world may know that you have sent me and have loved them even as you have loved me. Father, I desire that those also, whom you have given me, may be with me where I am, to see my glory, which you have given me because you loved me before the foundation of the world. `Righteous Father, the world does not know you, but I know you; and these know that you have sent me. I made your name known to them, and I will make it known, so that the love with which you have loved me may be in them, and I in them.'

Sun, 27 May 2007 17:52:33 GMT
052707_Pentecost_New_Wine.rtf http://chicagocomm.il.us.mennonite.net/:=052707_Pentecost_New_Wine.rtf@CB2.Worship/Sermons Chicago Community Mennonite Church
20 May 2007
Day of Pentecost
Sermon: New Wine
Megan M. Ramer

Acts 2:1-21
Psalm 104:24-34, 35b
Romans 8:14-17

``All were amazed and perplexed, saying to one another,
`What does this mean?'
But others sneered and said, `They are filled with new wine.'''

This is the part of the Pentecost story that I kept coming back to.
I think because my inner sneerer can relate.
Just this week:
I boarded a bus where the bus driver acting crazy:
talking a lot, being loud, attempting to engage the passengers
it's counter-cultural to engage strangers with unabashed joy and volume in public
unexplained, strange behavior incites our need to explain away
i.e. ``she must be drunk''
saw the sign: ``less stress bus''
you fellow public-riders will surely know about thesethere are several renegade CTA bus drivers who take it upon themselves to make a ride on their bus less stressful than the average ride on a CTA bus
I was surprised to find that I had to be won over by her valiant attempts at stress-reduction
it's true that I don't like travel talk
very rarely respond to a stranger's open door to converse
I'm not rude, but I do tend to wrap things up
even more rarely do I initiate conversation
for an extrovert, I really want to be left alone
So I shouldn't have been surprised by the layers that my joyful bus driver's behavior had to cut through in me, but I was
And layers there were.
But when I stopped playing the cynic / critic, the result was astonishing:
it was self-propagating joy
like an amoeba that gives birth to more of itself
I began responding to her monologue,
at one point even giving her a well-deserved ``amen'' to which she responded,
``uh huhI got a witness back there.''
and then I was initiating engagement with those near me
pretty soon I was talking to a baby boy next to me,
and then to his mom,
then to the young woman sitting across the aisle and a few seats ahead,
and before you know it, we had a regular old community-thing going on.
Right there on the #82Homan Kimball bus.
Onlookers might well have chalked the whole thing up to being drunk on new wine.

``All were amazed and perplexed, saying to one another,
`What does this mean?'
But others sneered and said, `They are filled with new wine.'''

I had lunch with a friend on Friday and joked about my quarter-baked sermon
because half-baked seemed too generous.
Especially after he asked what it was about and I couldn't answer.
I rambled for far too long, only to discover that quarter-baked might also be too generous.
So later that evening, curled up in my big char at home,
I set out completing sentences that began ``I want to say thatç''

First, I want to say that those birthers of the church in Acts were not drunk on new wine,
they were new wine.
Those who claimed they were drunk simply experienced
a failure of imagination in the ways the Spirit of God might work and dance among us.
failure to be surprised
by a new thing
a new way of being and doing
Those birthers of the church were new wine, spirited by a living God,
and they needed a new wineskin lest they'd end up bursting the old
You remember Jesus' saying about this one?
It's one that appears in all three synoptic gospels, plus the Gnostic gospel of Thomas.
I'll use Matthew's version because it's my favorite:
``Neither is new wine put into old wineskins;
otherwise, the skins burst, and the wine is spilled, and the skins are destroyed;
but new wine is put into fresh wineskins, and so both are preserved.''
Matthew is the only gospel writer to explicitly name his point in the wineskin metaphor:
both the old and the new are preserved.
That is to say, Judaism didn't need to be eradicated with this new teaching,
this new way of understanding who Jesus was, is, and is to come,
this new way of being community,
this new way of experiencing and knowing the Spirit of God,
both could be preservedthe old and the neweach in their own wineskins
thanks be to God!
The new wine of a birthing church, the aged wine of an ancient Jewish tradition,
``and so both are preserved.''

And this is most profoundly what I want to say:
that we, too, are new wine for one another
in community, in church, in friendship, in neighborliness,
we offer one another drink that satisfies our deeper thirsts
1) thirst for connection, (like the bus driver)
2) thirst for a sense of deep belongingto God and to one another
experience of community that, as our communion liturgy states,
shares the cup of pain and the joy of salvation.
3) thirst for an experience of wholeness
that encompasses all our brokenness rather than denying it
We slake that deep thirst for one another when we gather for communion.
Consider the bread and wine of communion.
Bread is a gift in the fresh, ripe smell of living yeast
Bread is a gift in the feel of the spongy dough in strong, kneading hands
Bread is a gift in the warm, soothing smell emanating from its baking in an oven
But bread is as at its best as a gift when savored
when broken and tasted.
Bread must be broken and savored to fully give its best gift.
Wine is a gift in the sight of climbing, creeping, living vineyards
Wine is a gift in the satisfying pop of a released cork
Wine is a gift in the aromatic bouquet wafting from an open bottle
But wine is at its best as a gift when savored
when poured and sipped.
Wine must be poured and savored to fully give its best gift.
Communion, like our CCMC cross, is a sacred intersection of brokenness and wholeness.
We are each other's bread and wine.

I want to say that the miracle in the Acts 2 account of the Spirit's coming
isn't so much in the speaking of different languages, varied tongues,
the miracle is in the understanding.
Diaspora Jewsfrom all over the Mediterranean region
gathered in Jerusalem for the feast of weeks, for Pentecosta harvest celebration.
These far-flung nomads heard their different tongues from this Galilean group,
something like early 1900's Ellis Island,
and they understood.
We are each other's bread and wine when we meet at the boundaries,
when we gather at the point of our difference,
and allow the Spirit to move in gifting us with increased understanding.
There'd be no miracle here if it were only Galileans gathered in an isolated room.
The miracle happens because a Diaspora has been ingathered.
Acts reads: ``When the day of Pentecost had come, they were all together in one place.''
The dispersed are assembled.
Variant and divergent meet.
Galileans within earshot of Parthians, Medes, Elamites, Mesopotamians, Judeans and Cappadocians, Asians, Egyptians, Libyans, Romans, both Jews and proselytes, Cretans and Arabs, and others more difficult to pronounce.
All within earshot of one another.
All having met at the boundary of their difference and receiving a gift of new wine,
a gift of understanding,
a gift of community at the boundaries,
And the Spirit alights on this motley crowd in a profoundly miraculous way.
``At last they knew that they were God'severy last one of them
and that God was Love, not just in poetic theory but in palpable fact.
They learned that in belonging to God they belonged also to each other..'' Jim Callahan, ``Windblown,'' The Christian Century , 2000.
We are each other's bread and wine.

Pentecost
Jan Richardson

It is not the sparks
caused by our difference
that haunt me
but the brimstone
of those bent
on assimilation,
on annihilation.

I have felt the template
on my flesh,
I have seen the wounded
and the scalded,
and I am not persuaded
that if we look alike
God will love us more.

I believe God loves the languages
of those struggling to speak
the words embedded in our flesh
of every shape and hue.

And I believe God blesses
every space where we are welcomed
to speak with tongues of fire
and hear with hearts aflame.

So, most personally, I want to say that I need you.
I think of the bottles of wine I have shared over the years.
The sharing of wine marks time and space as somehow sacred;
sharing wine invites increased attentiveness to the moment,
less worry about yesterday and tomorrow,
a miracle of radically present tense often accompanies the sharing of wine,
we meet one another more fully, bringing me and receiving you
And so I need you to be my new wine,
my community who, when gathered, marks time and space as somehow sacred,
my community who invites increased attentiveness to the moment,
less worry about yesterday and tomorrow,
a community who enables a miracle of radically present tense,
in which we meet one another more fully.
We are each other's bread and wine.

And finally, I want to say that Jesus did this.
Luke reads: ``For John the Baptist has come eating no bread and drinking no wine,
and you say, ``He has a demon'';
the Son of Humanity has come eating and drinking,
and you say, ``Look, a glutton and a drunkard, a friend of tax-collectors and sinners!'' Nevertheless, wisdom is vindicated by all her children.'' (Luke 7:33-35)
Jesus understood wine as celebratory and moment-marking.
He is the child of wisdom and apparently a thrower of great dinner parties
called a glutton and a drunkard, our Jesus.
He knew the power of sanctifying the daily,
of gathering with friends around a table and calling it holy.
We are each other's bread and wine.

All for its own sake, yes, and for our sakes, yes, and also for the sake of the world.
In our hymn of gathering this morning, we sang:
And we accept bread at his table,
broken and shared, a living sign.
Here in this world, dying and living,
we are each other's bread and wine.
This is the place
where we can receive what we need to increase:
God's justice and God's peace.

Pentecost, a harvest feast
a feast of ingathering and gratitude for the bounty of the earth,
became a Spirit feast
a feast of ingathering and gratitude for the bounty of the Spirit.
A new people becoming new wine for one another and for the world.
Pentecost now marks the birthing of a people,
the birthing of a new way of living and being
for those who would choose to call themselves followers of Jesus
in every land and in every age.
Not just certain kinds of people,
not just some people,
but all kindsç
from different lands speaking different tongues,
practicing different customs, feeling at home in different cultures,
different abilities and genders and ethnicities and orientations,
all kinds of people,
``beloved of God and filled with God's Spirit,
a new creation just as it could and ought to be.''
Our Psalm for today reads:
``When you send forth your spirit, they are created.''
God sent forth the Spirit.
God sends forth the Spirit.
We receive the breath of God's very Spirit, the rushing wind of creation.
We are each other's bread and wine.


Lectionary texts

Acts 2:1-21

When the day of Pentecost had come, they were all together in one place. And suddenly from heaven there came a sound like the rush of a violent wind, and it filled the entire house where they were sitting. Divided tongues, as of fire, appeared among them, and a tongue rested on each of them. All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other languages, as the Spirit gave them ability.

Now there were devout Jews from every nation under heaven living in Jerusalem. And at this sound the crowd gathered and was bewildered, because each one heard them speaking in the native language of each. Amazed and astonished, they asked, `Are not all these who are speaking Galileans? And how is it that we hear, each of us, in our own native language? Parthians, Medes, Elamites, and residents of Mesopotamia, Judea and Cappadocia, Pontus and Asia, Phrygia and Pamphylia, Egypt and the parts of Libya belonging to Cyrene, and visitors from Rome, both Jews and proselytes, Cretans and Arabsin our own languages we hear them speaking about God's deeds of power.' All were amazed and perplexed, saying to one another, `What does this mean?' But others sneered and said, `They are filled with new wine.'

But Peter, standing with the eleven, raised his voice and addressed them: `Men of Judea and all who live in Jerusalem, let this be known to you, and listen to what I say. Indeed, these are not drunk, as you suppose, for it is only nine o'clock in the morning. No, this is what was spoken through the prophet Joel: "In the last days it will be, God declares, that I will pour out my Spirit upon all flesh, and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams. Even upon my slaves, both men and women, in those days I will pour out my Spirit; and they shall prophesy. And I will show portents in the heaven above and signs on the earth below, blood, and fire, and smoky mist. The sun shall be turned to darkness and the moon to blood, before the coming of the Lord's great and glorious day. Then everyone who calls on the name of the Lord shall be saved."

Psalm 104:24-34,35b

Refrain:
O God, how manifold are your works!

O God, how manifold are your works!
In wisdom you have made them all;
the earth is full of your creatures.

Yonder is the sea, great and wide,
it is teeming with countless
creatures, living things both small
and great.

There go the ships,
and Leviathan that you formed to
sport in it.

These all look to you
to give them their food in due
season;

when you give to them,
they gather it up;
when you open your hand, they are
filled with good things.

When you hide your face,
they are dismayed;
when you take away their breath,
they die and return to their dust.
When you send forth your spirit, they
are created; and you renew the face of the ground.

May the glory of God endure forever;
may God rejoice in God's works

God who looks on the earth and it
trembles,
God who touches the mountains and
they smoke.

I will sing to God as long as I live;
I will sing praise to my God while I
have being.

May my meditation be pleasing to God,
for in God do I rejoice.

Let sinners be consumed from the earth,
and let the wicked be no more.
Bless God, O my soul.
Praise be to God!

Romans 8:14-17

For all who are led by the Spirit of God are children of God. For you did not receive a spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you have received a spirit of adoption. When we cry, `Abba! Father!' it is that very Spirit bearing witness with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children, then heirs, heirs of God and joint heirs with Christif, in fact, we suffer with him so that we may also be glorified with him.

Sun, 27 May 2007 17:53:07 GMT
060307_HOSTETTER_On_Hospitality.rtf http://chicagocomm.il.us.mennonite.net/:=060307_HOSTETTER_On_Hospitality.rtf@CB2.Worship/Sermons Nancy McCann Hostetter
Chicago Community Mennonite Church

Sermon
June 3, 2007


On Hospitality

         In the Luke 11:1-13 passage, Jesus teaches his disciples how to pray, at their request. First he tells them how to address Godas holy, as beyond us, as very big: ``Hallowed be your name''; and as having the grand plan, the big picture: ``Your kingdom come, your will be done.'' This sets a context for prayer. The context in which we approach God should be our right perspective on the way things are, and our right relationship to God. God is holy, sacred. We recognize that. God has a plan to bring in a new order, a new kingdom governed in God's way. We assent to it, we cheer it on when we say, ``Your kingdom come, your will be done.'' Only after he sets the right context does Jesus tell them what kind of things to ask for: the coming of God's kingdom, forgiveness, daily food, avoidance of temptation. It's a short list; only a few things are necessary.
         Seemingly as part of these thoughts about the attitude of prayer and what to ask for, Jesus next talks about insistence in prayer, focusing on the asker. He makes an analogy to a friend's receiving a surprise visitor, and prevailing on a second friend for a favor, so that he can show hospitality to the guest. The lesson is, Overcome resistance with insistence. Persist! Knock! Knock louder! Longer! Louder! POUND!! Assert yourself, and your friend will give in to your insistence, if not to the claims of relationship.
         Jesus' emphasis is on the seeking; seeking has its own integrity. God will honor the intention of the asker, the knocker, the insisterwho has found some truth, and who seeks more of it. The German poet Rainer Maria Rilke wrote in his Letters to a Young Poet, ``Try to love the questions themselves.'' But Jesus doesn't seem to mean that modern, process-oriented sentiment. He means, I think, that starting on the path, seeking with determination, is 90 percent of the spiritual task.
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         Jesus then goes back to talking about the person being asked for the favor, focusing now on the giver. Following the injunction to insist and persist comes a comment on God's nature and our nature, as if to say, ``Who do you think you are? Who do you think you're praying to? Of course God will give you good gifts.'' Jesus constructs a kind of syllogism, but he leaves out the middle term. Let's outline the logic of the syllogism. The classic example is this one:
         Major premise: All human beings are mortal.
         Minor premise: Socrates is a human being.
         Conclusion: Socrates is mortal.
If A is true and B is also true, therefore C has to be true.
         Jesus abbreviates his syllogism, however, leaving out the middle term. Here it is:
         Major premise: Fathers and mothers naturally give good things to their children.
         Minor premise: (And this is the linking term Jesus leaves out.) God is good, whereas human beings are evil. Out of his own goodness, God gives good things to us, his children.
         Conclusion: If you defective humans nevertheless know how to give good things to your children, rest assured that God, the mother and father of goodness, will give you good things. In fact, God gives God's self to us, in the Holy Spirit, who comes to live in us and becomes part of us.
         We extend the same good gifts to others that we have experienced from God's hand. Just as parents model good behavior for their children, who then imitate it, God models love and giving to us. We internalize God's example. Indeed, God gives us his very self when he implants the Holy Spirit in us. It's better than an example; it's experiencing a new self within. Out of seeing and feeling who God is, we extend ourselves to others. We extend our best selfGod's selfto others.
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         That's the essence of what I have to say about hospitality; the rest is gravy. But I'll tell you some stories of hospitality I have experienced.
         The first story comes under the heading of asking for what you need, and expecting good things. When Susanna was born, we didn't hear the usual cry as the baby takes her first breath, but only a weak gurgling. She had ingested a lot of fluid and she was in respiratory distress. They whisked her off to the intensive care unit, where she lay under an oxygen hood for days, wired up with monitors and intravenous tubes for fluids and medicine. The doctor showed me how hard she was working to breathe, her abdomen tucking up under her ribs with every breath.
         During my nightly sitz baths to aid in healing my episiotomy incision, I prayed. I remember demanding of God, ``This is your baby. Do something! She is your child. We can't help her. Do something!'' She recovered well enough within a few days to be released from the hospital.
         And we still find ourselves repeating that prayer for her. ``This is your child. Do something!''  
         A second story: In the fall of 1989, when Susanna was learning to walk, we accompanied Bob to a conference in San Francisco. He'd been having back trouble, and the coup de grace took place when he ran several blocks, hoisting suitcases. We think he ruptured a disc. There followed a couple days of increasing pain and decreasing activity, so that by Thanksgiving Day, Bob was flat on his back on the hotel room floor. Providentially, before we left Chicago, David Myers had given us the name of a Mennonite doctor he knew in San Francisco. I called this man, whose name I've forgotten. He left his Thanksgiving dinner to come to the hotel room of strangers in trouble.

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         Paging through the yellow pages, we found an all-night drugstore open on Thanksgiving, and drove there. On the way, this doctor asked me, ``Have you ever seen Lombard Street?'' I had, on a trip west with my family at age 12. He said, ``Oh, but you haven't seen Lombard Street at night! You really must see Lombard Street at night!'' So we drove across the city to see one of the world's steepest streets--it zigzags in switchbacks, it's so steep. And indeed, it was bejeweled with lights, and incongruously beautiful. You can certainly take time to sightsee, even during a midnight errand of mercy. That little side trip was the icing on the cake of that doctor's kindness.
         So we should expect good gifts from God, who loves us and gave himself for us. And we should extend ourselves to others, in imitation of Christ, who emptied himself out for us. In Philippians 2:5-8, Paul writes in the famous kenosis or ``emptying'' passage, ``Have this mind among yourselves, which you have in Christ Jesus, who, though he was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied himself, taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of humans. And being found in human form, he humbled himself and became obedient unto death, even death on a cross.''       Jesus didn't stay comfortable with his privileges, but looked for how he could help the mortals. He poured himself out for us. He became like us, to the point of dying like us.
         We have two motives for hospitality: we do it out of gratitude for the good gifts we ourselves have been given. And we do it out of being filled with the Holy Spirit, who plants such impulses in us. It's how we express our God-nature.
         This third story is not one that I personally experienced, except imaginatively. But it felt and feels really real to me. It formed an early and enduring image of God for me. I experienced George MacDonald's grandmother character in The Princess and the Goblin when I was eight years old. MacDonald was a 19th century Scots Congregational minister, and a literary ancestor
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of G.K. Chesterton, J.R.R. Tolkien, and C.S. Lewis. The following scene from The Princess and the Goblin takes place in the grandmother's rooms at the top of the house where the princess lives, in a mountainous country. Irene, the princess, has come to visit Irene, her great-grandmother.
         ``'You are very tired, my child,'' the lady went on. `Your hands are hurt with the stones, and I have counted nine bruises on you. Just look what you are like.'
         ``And she held up to her a little mirror which she had brought from the cabinet. The princess burst into a merry laugh at the sight. She was [ç] draggled with the stream, and dirty with creeping through narrow places. . . . The lady laughed too, and lifting her again upon her knee, took off her cloak and night-gown. Then she carried her to the side of the room. Irene wondered what she was going to do with her, but asked no questionsonly starting a little when she found that she was going to lay her in the large silver bath; for as she looked into it, again she saw no bottom, but the stars shining miles away, as it seemed, in a great blue gulf. Her hands closed involuntarily on the beautiful arms that held her, and that was all.
         ``The lady pressed her once more to her bosom, saying:
         ``'Do not be afraid, my child.'
         ``'No, grandmother,' answered the princess, with a little gasp; and the next instant she sank in the clear cool water.
         ``When she opened her eyes, she saw nothing but a strange lovely blue over and beneath and all about her. The lady and the beautiful room had vanished from her sight, and she seemed utterly alone. But instead of being afraid, she felt more than happy--perfectly blissful. And from somewhere came the voice of the lady, singing a strange sweet song, of which she could distinguish every word; but of the sense she had only a feeling--no understanding. Nor could she remember a single line after it was gone. It vanished, like poetry
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in a dream, as fast as it came. In after years, however, she would sometimes fancy that snatches of melody suddenly rising in her brain must be little phrases and fragments of the air of that song; and the very fancy would make her happier, and abler to do her duty.
         ``How long she lay in the water she did not know. It seemed a long timenot from weariness but from pleasure. But at last she felt the beautiful hands lay hold of her, and through the gurgling water she was lifted out into the lovely room. The lady carried her to the fire, and sat down with her in her lap, and dried her tenderly with the softest towel. . . . When the lady had done, she stooped to the fire, and drew from it her night-gown, as white as snow.
         ``'How delicious!' exclaimed the princess. `It smells of all the roses in the world, I think.'
         ``When she stood up on the floor she felt as if she had been made over again. Every bruise and all weariness were gone, and her hands were soft and whole as ever.       
         ``'Now I am going to put you to bed for a good sleep,' said her grandmother'' (MacDonald 184-86).
         MacDonald clearly intends the grandmother as a God-figure, who appears only to those who believe in her. The queen-grandmother guides the princess with an invisible thread and a glowing, moonlike sphere that shines from the top of the house. Because the adventure story is rousing, and the characters well imagined, the story doesn't feel reductively allegorical. Instead, it speaks of how we realize and begin to trust our God-nature. And that is the same thing as learning to act out of goodness.
         James Fredericks writes in his essay on spiritual friendship, ``Every friendship, no matter how good or how old, once involved making a hospitable place in our lives for a stranger. After all, every friend, no matter how good or how old a friend, was once a stranger. This practice has spiritual value. Welcoming a stranger entails a de-centering of the self. We are moved off our home ground. The sovereignty of the ego is undermined. In welcoming a stranger, we
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have to make room for another way of imagining the world and acting within it. . . . Welcoming the stranger brings a loss of security, but also a liberation from self-absorption'' (Fredericks 60).
         That's where I want to leave it. We have to be willing to de-center ourselves to welcome the stranger. Jesus thought of equality with God not as a thing to be grasped and clutched; instead, he poured himself out for us. Welcoming the stranger gives us the gift of experiencing our God-nature.
         I look forward to hearing your stories of hospitality.
        

Works Cited
Fredericks, James. ``Masao Abe: A Spiritual Friendship.'' The Best American Spiritual Writing      2004. Edited by Philip Zaleski. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 2004. 58-69.
MacDonald, George. The Princess and the Goblin. Oxford: Clio Press, 1987.

Wed, 6 Jun 2007 15:12:53 GMT
070107_Struggle_of_Hospitality.rtf http://chicagocomm.il.us.mennonite.net/:=070107_Struggle_of_Hospitality.rtf@CB2.Worship/Sermons Chicago Community Mennonite Church
17 June 2007
Proper 5
Hospitality 5The Struggle of Hospitality

Sermon: Matter of Life and Death?
Megan M. Ramer

Isaiah 66:10-14
Psalm 66:1-9
Galatians 6: (1-6), 7-16
Luke 10:1-11, 16-20

I called the theme of this morning ``The struggle of hospitality''
mostly because I've struggled so with the gospel reading for the morning.
It seems to address our theme of hospitality,
and even seems to hint at some really good messages,
but I still struggle.
The struggle hasn't become all that easier, though it has shifted a bit.
In all my struggling, I have come to know this:
struggle is inherent with the practice of hospitality
both in its giving and in its receiving
Even rejection is guaranteed.
If my welcome is as radically extended as it could be,
I am sure to be rejected on the giving end.
And if I am open to receiving, clear about my needs with those who might give,
I will certainly face rejection on the receiving end.

Being hospitable is something that the recipient does as wellnot just the giver.
We can be hospitable on either end of the hospitality relationship.
What I struggle most with in this passage,
is that it seems Jesus is instructing the apostles to be inhospitable guests.
That's the rub for me.
Namely, if you don't receive a welcome in a particular town or home,
scorn the town, its people, and even the dirt those people trod,
then wipe that scorned dirt off the bottom of your sandals in protest against the whole shameful shebang.

And I wonderç
Are we sometimes called to wipe the dust off our feet in protest of those who will not receive us?
I'd like to sometimeswash my hands of those who turn me away
those who refuse to accept us, to extend their welcome to anyone like our kind of people.
I've typically dismissed scorning as un-Christ-like behavior, butç
it seems that's precisely what Christ calls these apostles to do.
I don't know how this message translates 2000 years later.
I don't yet know all that I'm invited to learn in conversation with this passage.
I don't know if we are sometimes called to wipe the dust off our feet in protest of those who will not receive us.

What I do know is this:
This is the first and only sending of the 70 (or 72 in other ancient manuscripts)
a rookie missionary jaunt,
apostles are sent in pairs,
sent under difficult circumstances, yesç
no purses, bags, or sandals allowed.
And yet,
Jesus' message to the apostles seems clear and it seems gentle and it seems compassionate:
Go where folks are open to receiving what you have to give
and willing to give what you need to receive.
This whole ministering thing doesn't need to be forced.
This is about the ripening of time on the part of both parties,
so that each is ready for the other.
Jesus does not insist that his apostles insist on shared hospitality with those who will not.
Henri Nouwen wrote that
``we will never believe that we have anything to give
unless there is someone who is able to receive.
Indeed, we discover our gifts in the eyes of the receiver.'' Henri Nouwen, Reaching Out: The Three Movements of the Spiritual Life (Garden City, N.Y.: Doubleday, 1975), 87.
And, in addition, I would assert the reciprocal as well:
We will never believe that we have anything to receive
unless there is someone who is able to give.
Indeed, we discover our needs in the eyes of the giver.

Jesus makes it clear that hospitality is mutual,
before healing, teaching and giving,
the apostles must sit down and eat
must first receive from those whom they were sent to serve,
and then give what they were sent to share,
and then receive again in the form of a place to sleep for the night,
all in cyclical give-and-receive fashion.

Also: twice
not once
twice Jesus instructs the apostles to ``eat what is set before you.''
The table is central to our practice of hospitality,
which is part of why we began this series reflecting on the table of hospitality.
The table is central to Jesus' practice of hospitality, both as host and guest.
And the table continues to be central within our Christian communities,
in worship and in fellowship,
in communion and in potlucks.
We receive and are received at tables blessed by Jesus.

What does it mean for us here at CCMC to practice hospitality?
It likely means different things to the lot of us.
Some particular forms of hospitality are easier for each of us than others are.
Some of us are quite at ease exchanging introductions with guests,
or re-introducing ourselves to a newcomer whose name we just can't recallç
for the third or tenth or 70 times 7th time!
Some of us throw fantastic dinner parties for close friends.
Others of us enjoy convening somewhat motley groups of folks who don't normally mix of their own accord.
Some among us coordinate fellowship events with ease and with joy,
and others faithfully pray for those who introduce themselves during sharing time.
Some clean up!
These ``easy'' modes of hospitality, I'd be inclined to call spiritual gifts.
Spiritual gifts are not to be dismissed or buried in the garden.
I won't tell you to stop what's easiest for you:
Whatever is easiest for you, by all means, continue to do!
And I do believe that we all have at least one spiritual gift of hospitality.
If you can't think of one, just ask one of your close friends,
and I bet she or he will be able to tell you in a snap.

Hospitality as a practice, as a spiritual discipline, means that we might simply challenge ourselves to slowly add to our repertoire those modes of hospitality we currently find a bit uncomfortable.
How do we, in other words, continue to exercise our spiritual gifts of hospitality,
and continue the struggle of adding to them?
How might we do that here at CCMC?
Which underused hospitality muscle might you be invited to tone a bit?
Again: the struggle is not akin to making your first trip to the gym and attempting to bench 200 pounds.
The struggle is more akin to making a commitment to show up at the gym every other day and do some beginners weight-lifting.
Where might we be called to exercise our practice of hospitality a bit?
Perhaps in making a practice of introducing yourself to guests?
Or asking again the names of those who've been here long enough that it is utterly embarrassing to have to ask their names?
And then to follow up sharing some about yourself,
something that invites deeper connection.
Maybe committing to inviting someone for Sunday lunch once a month
good friends and those you don't know as well?
Fellowship Committee is working on putting together a survey re: small groups.
So: possibly responding positively to a call to helping start a hospitality small group
a small group that newcomers who desire closer connections and deepening relationships within the congregation would be invited to join?
Oooh, and if we're all so lucky,
you might be inclined to create a photo map directory on the wall of the fellowship hall
andeven more impressivelybe committed to maintaining it!
Wouldn't that be grand?
A gigantic map of Chicago with pushpins holding multi-colored strands of yarn,
connecting intersections with faces, crisscrossed across the map!

This whole hospitality business isn't merely duty.
None of my message this morning is meant to heighten your guilt-radar to let you know that once again you're not doing enoughç
This isn't an item for your already too-long to-do list.
As Anabaptist church historian Christine Pohl states in her book
Making Room: Recovering Hospitality as a Christian Tradition,
``A life of hospitality begins in worship, with a recognition of God's grace and generosity. Hospitality is not first a duty and responsibility;
it is first a response of love and gratitude for God's love and welcome to us.''
Hospitality is way of livinga way of being grateful
in response to God's love of us.
This I can intimately relate to.
I am so incredibly blessed.
God's love of me, and God's grace given to me,
are so abundant that it nearly brings me to tears just to think of it.
I recall with utmost gratitude the faces of those in my life who mediated
God's love and grace to me just when I have needed it most.
It's a brilliant slide show in my mindç
I remember holy moments when scales fell temporarily from my eyes,
and for a blessed second I saw creation for the amazing gift, the divine home, that it is,
for a sacred instant I looked in the eyes of someone and saw Christ receiving me.
With all my limits and inadequacies and royal screw-ups,
embraced by God.
``[Hospitality] is first a response of love and gratitude for God's love and welcome to us.''

Theologian Patrick Keifert,
in Welcoming the Stranger: A Public Theology of Worship and Evangelism,
suggests that churches replace any culturally-borrowed notions of ``intimacy''
with the richly biblical category of ``hospitality to the stranger.''
Keifert writes, ``Hospitality to the stranger implies wisdom, love, and justice
rather than intimacy, warmth, and familiarity
in our dealings with others in public''
Wisdom, love, and justice in our public dealings with others.
Indeed, visitors in our congregation on Sunday mornings might just appear to be church shopping,
but the truth is often much more critical than that.
The truth is, visitors, newcomers, strangers, are also
like each and every one of us
on a ``wearying and perilous journey through life.''
And hospitality on that kind of journey, is in fact, a matter of life and death.
To greet these strangers with a generous and vigorous welcome
in the name of the Christ who also welcomes us,
to make room for them in God's house, to scoootch over for them at God's table,
to do all of this is much more than mere friendliness.
``It is a saving grace.''
Strangers among us need much more than friendliness, warmth and intimacy.
People who come sniffing around might appreciate a warm greeting,
but more importantly, they seek meaningfulness.
``People want their lives to count for something,
and they come to church to make an offering.
People want to join with others in giving and serving,
in doing something of value for God and for the world.''
Are we ready for that kind of hospitality?

Hospitality is such a strong biblical tradition in part
because hospitality was a matter of life and death in its time, context, and culture.
Desert living literally required that hospitality be offered and received.
In the middle of a desert,
one has no time for politely declining an offer of a tall glass of water.
In the middle of a desert,
one must never avert ones eyes from a potential recipient of a tall glass of water.
Perhaps this is part of the reason for Jesus' puzzling instructions to the apostles
regarding shaking off the dust of their sandals in protest against those who refuse to offer hospitality.
A strong biblical tradition, hospitality is still a strong theological concept ,
though our time, context and culture might deceptively lull us into believing that it's no longer a matter of life and deathç
theologically it very much still is!
``People want their lives to count for something,
and they come to church to make an offering.
People want to join with others in giving and serving,
in doing something of value for God and for the world.''

Are we willing to welcome the stranger so fully
that the stranger becomes fellow sojourner
on this wearying and perilous journey through life?
Are we willing to extend wisdom, love and justice to all who come sniffing at our door?
Are we ready to consistently prepare for meaningful experiences of worship and fellowship, for shared reflections, and for inspiring mission?

We are, after all, all strangers in a strange land
We know that every time we check out one of our favorite news sources
and find that Paris Hilton is the lead story.
We are strangers in a strange land.
Now I am guilty of participating in the beast that is celebrity gossip
it is one of my guilty pleasures that I have to this point admitted to only a few of you.
Although to call it ``pleasure'' is a bit misstated
It's more like that proverbial car crash that you just can't help but rubbernecking to see.
BUT to make Paris Hilton the lead of anything, much less a leading, ``reputable'' newscast is a travesty and alien.
We are all strangers in a strange land,
all in need of hospitality in the desert of war-mongering and Hollywood horrors.
We are dependent on God in these times, and in all times,
``beloved guests of God's grace.'' (Pohl)
We are all strangers in a strange land.

And remember that beautiful Pauline passage:
``Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers,''
encourages the Epistle to the Hebrews,
``for by doing so some have entertained angels without knowing it'' (Heb. 13:2).
Not because there's a one in one million lotto chance that you might actually encounter a real, honest-to-God angel, a heavenly host clothed in splendor and light,
but because all strangers are beloved creatures of the God we call Maker.
AND the scales might just fall from your eyes for a blessed moment,
before your ``that can't be'' mind kicks into gear,
and you will see that stranger clothed in splendor and lightç
for just a sacred second.

Of course, this isn't just theological and we don't just practice hospitality in the church,
it is also practical, material, concrete, and yes
political.
And we are called to practice hospitality in our neighborhoods, our cities, and our lands.
My Christian faith and identity affects the way I think, talk and advocate about
for exampleimmigration in this country.
I don't advocate on behalf of the ``strangers'' in this land
primarily because the statue of liberty heralds
Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
Though it is a compelling reason for a nation to continue an honorable tradition of welcoming the least, the lost, the last.
I advocate on behalf of the ``strangers'' in this land
primarily because Jesus taught the necessity of welcoming
``the poor, the crippled, the lame, and the blind'' to our dinner tables (Luke 14:1214).
This week's failure to pass a comprehensive immigration reform bill is discouraging.
Not because the bill was perfectthere was some to rejoice in, and plenty to critique
but because our broken, wounded system will likely continue for the next 1.5 years of lame duck presidency, and into the next president's first term.

All the more reason that it is important to enter willinglyas a church
into the struggle that is hospitality.
The state isn't doing so well right now.
And so this is where the church can step inç
Where the church can draw on a deep, rich tradition of welcoming the stranger,
and being welcomed by the stranger in return.
I'd like to share a vision for the church practicing hospitality well.
It comes from J.R.R. Tolkien's The Fellowship of the Ring.
This vision is the home of Elrond in Rivendell,
an elvish-enclave in Middle Earth, located in a deep, hidden valley.
Elrond's home was called, as some of you might know,
the ``Last Homely House east of the Sea.''
There was only one path leading to the house.
It passed over a narrow stone bridge without a wall or railings
that spanned a swift-running mountain streamç
Tolkien weaves his tale,
``Frodo was now safe in the Last Homely House east of the Sea.
That house was, as Bilbo had long ago reported,
`a perfect house, whether you like food or sleep or story-telling or singing,
or just sitting and thinking best, or a pleasant mixture of them all.'
Merely to be there was a cure for weariness, fear, and sadness.'' (237)
Now that's some vision for a church blessed by its practice of hospitality.

And finally this morning, there's something interesting in Jesus' instruction:
To those who welcomed the apostles, received the greeting of ``Peace!''
and set the table with food and drink,
to those the apostles are instructed to say,
``The kingdom of God has come near to you.''
To those who did not welcome the apostles,
inspiring the apostles to wipe off the dust of their feet in protest against,
to those the apostles are instructed to say,
``The kingdom of God has come near to you.''

The kingdom of God has come near to both hospitable and inhospitable hosts.
To both hospitable and inhospitable guests.
In struggle and in ease.
The good newsthe short messageis simply this:
``The kingdom of God has come near.''
``The kingdom of God has come near to you.''
Whoever you may be
whether or not you are ripe to receive the message
whether or not you are willing to set your table
whether or not L, M, N, O, or P,
``The kingdom of God has come near to you.''
``The kingdom of God has come near.''
Merely to be here is a cure for weariness, fear, and sadness.

May it be so.
Amen.

In his thoughtful book The Company of Strangers, Quaker educator Parker Palmer launches a critique of what he calls our culture's ``ideology of intimacy''a nest of attitudes that together posit that the main purpose of human life is the development of autonomous, individual personalities and that this development takes place only within the context of warm, intimate, interior-directed relationships. In Welcoming the Stranger: A Public Theology of Worship and Evangelism, theologian Patrick Keifert builds on Palmer's critique and calls upon the church in its thinking about worship to replace the theologically insufficient category of ``intimacy'' with the biblical category of ``hospitality to the stranger.'' He states, ``Hospitality to the stranger implies wisdom, love, and justicerather than intimacy, warmth, and familiarityin our dealings with others in public''çThese Sunday morning visitors may look as though they are ``church shopping,'' but the truth is, like all of us, they are on a wearying and perilous journey through life, and hospitality along the road is a matter of life and death. To greet them with generosity and welcome in the name of Christ, to make a place for them in God's house, is not just friendlinessit is a saving graceçpeople need more than friendliness, more than a warm welcome and a cheerful smile. People want their lives to count for something, and they come to church to make an offering. People want to join with others in giving and serving, in doing something of value for God and for the world.

reflecting on being received in Nicaragua:
``And when my host mother offered me coffee one morning and an egg with my rice and beans, it was truly humbling. Surely, nobody else in the family was eating eggs or drinking coffee, so I had to wonder, Is this the ``wage'' that the laborer deserves (10:7)? Not the cup of coffee or the egg, but humility in the presence of gracious hospitality?''

``How can you not accept that kind of invitation? Before we begin to proclaim or heal or build anything, we are told twice to be served by the folk we are intending to serve.'' (PAUL K. PALUMBO is pastor of Lake Chelan Lutheran Church, Chelan, Washington.)

examples of hospitality, given and received:
chicken upside down dinner in Palestinian refugee camp in Bethlehem

from Anabaptist church historian Christine Pohl in
Making Room: Recovering Hospitality as a Christian Tradition
The Bible is rich with accounts of hospitality and with
encouragement toward its practice. Whether we open to the story
of Abraham, Sarah, and the angels (Genesis 18) or to the account
of the widow of Zarephath and Elijah (1 Kings 17), we cannot
miss the blessing and mystery that accompany the practice.

``In offering hospitality, hosts live between the vision of God's kingdom in which there is enough, even abundance, and the hard realities of human life in which doors are closed and locked, and some people are turned away.'' (Pohl)

comment on Isaiah?
Jerusalem metaphor might work for also as a metaphor for the church
a mother nursing, tending to her children
or for others of us, the metaphor is best understood as
a mother nursing, tending to her cat
wisdom, love and justice
more than mere intimacy,
richness of hospitalitygiven and received,
struggle and all,
the Kingdom of God has come near to you.


Psalm 66
Praise for God's Goodness to Israel

Make a joyful noise to God, all the earth;
sing the glory of his name;
give to him glorious praise.
Say to God, `How awesome are your deeds!
Because of your great power, your enemies cringe before you.
All the earth worships you;
they sing praises to you,
sing praises to your name.'
Selah

Come and see what God has done:
he is awesome in his deeds among mortals.
He turned the sea into dry land;
they passed through the river on foot.
There we rejoiced in him,
who rules by his might for ever,
whose eyes keep watch on the nations
let the rebellious not exalt themselves.
Selah

Bless our God, O peoples,
let the sound of his praise be heard,
who has kept us among the living,
and has not let our feet slip.


Galatians 6: 1-16
Bear One Another's Burdens

My friends, if anyone is detected in a transgression, you who have received the Spirit should restore such a one in a spirit of gentleness. Take care that you yourselves are not tempted. Bear one another's burdens, and in this way you will fulfil the law of Christ. For if those who are nothing think they are something, they deceive themselves. All must test their own work; then that work, rather than their neighbour's work, will become a cause for pride. For all must carry their own loads.

Those who are taught the word must share in all good things with their teacher.

Do not be deceived; God is not mocked, for you reap whatever you sow. If you sow to your own flesh, you will reap corruption from the flesh; but if you sow to the Spirit, you will reap eternal life from the Spirit. So let us not grow weary in doing what is right, for we will reap at harvest time, if we do not give up. So then, whenever we have an opportunity, let us work for the good of all, and especially for those of the family of faith.

Final Admonitions and Benediction
See what large letters I make when I am writing in my own hand! It is those who want to make a good showing in the flesh that try to compel you to be circumcisedonly that they may not be persecuted for the cross of Christ. Even the circumcised do not themselves obey the law, but they want you to be circumcised so that they may boast about your flesh. May I never boast of anything except the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, by which the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world. For neither circumcision nor uncircumcision is anything; but a new creation is everything! As for those who will follow this rulepeace be upon them, and mercy, and upon the Israel of God.


Isaiah 66:10-14

Rejoice with Jerusalem, and be glad for her,
all you who love her;
rejoice with her in joy,
all you who mourn over her
that you may nurse and be satisfied
from her consoling breast;
that you may drink deeply with delight
from her glorious bosom.

For thus says the Lord:
I will extend prosperity to her like a river,
and the wealth of the nations like an overflowing stream;
and you shall nurse and be carried on her arm,
and dandled on her knees.
As a mother comforts her child,
so I will comfort you;
you shall be comforted in Jerusalem.
The Reign and Indignation of God

You shall see, and your heart shall rejoice;
your bodies shall flourish like the grass;
and it shall be known that the hand of the Lord is with his servants,
and his indignation is against his enemies.


Luke 10:1-11, 16-20
The Mission of the Seventy

After this the Lord appointed seventy others and sent them on ahead of him in pairs to every town and place where he himself intended to go. He said to them, `The harvest is plentiful, but the labourers are few; therefore ask the Lord of the harvest to send out labourers into his harvest. Go on your way. See, I am sending you out like lambs into the midst of wolves. Carry no purse, no bag, no sandals; and greet no one on the road. Whatever house you enter, first say, ``Peace to this house!'' And if anyone is there who shares in peace, your peace will rest on that person; but if not, it will return to you. Remain in the same house, eating and drinking whatever they provide, for the labourer deserves to be paid. Do not move about from house to house. Whenever you enter a town and its people welcome you, eat what is set before you; cure the sick who are there, and say to them, ``The kingdom of God has come near to you.'' But whenever you enter a town and they do not welcome you, go out into its streets and say, ``Even the dust of your town that clings to our feet, we wipe off in protest against you. Yet know this: the kingdom of God has come near.''

`Whoever listens to you listens to me, and whoever rejects you rejects me, and whoever rejects me rejects the one who sent me.'

The Return of the Seventy
The seventy returned with joy, saying, `Lord, in your name even the demons submit to us!' He said to them, `I watched Satan fall from heaven like a flash of lightning. See, I have given you authority to tread on snakes and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy; and nothing will hurt you. Nevertheless, do not rejoice at this, that the spirits submit to you, but rejoice that your names are written in heaven.'

Sun, 1 Jul 2007 13:02:33 GMT
072207_Mere_Mortals.rtf http://chicagocomm.il.us.mennonite.net/:=072207_Mere_Mortals.rtf@CB2.Worship/Sermons Chicago Community Mennonite Church
22 July 2007
Proper 11
Sermon: Mere Mortals
Megan M. Ramer

We did some shifting of lectionary passages this summer
so that texts would better match themes during our hospitality series,
and I didn't realize until after I returned from vacation earlier this week that
it meant we have ``Trinity Sunday'' readings this morning,
even though Trinity Sunday was back on June 3
the first Sunday after Pentecost.
I'm not going to preach about the Trinity exactlyç
But I am going to preach the gift of the Spirit poured out on "mere" mortals
simply because God so deeply cares for us
mystery of all mysteries, miracle of all miracles, and grace of all graces.
And really, the more I've thought about these texts,
the more I've reflected, and jotted down notes, and dreamed this week,
my developing message had less and less to do with the gift of the Spirit specifically,
and more and more to do simply with God's magnificent love.

How can I refrain from gushing about the love of God this morning?
The Scripture readings for this morning,
the care with which Kevin Key has tended to our collective worship
including, as usual, excellent music choices,
the glorious dedication of Jadyn Dubach that we've already beheld,
the celebration and sending of the Hostetler / Liechty family later in the service.
All these have magnificently worked together
to proclaim the boundless love God has for us ``mere'' mortals.
And so this morning I simply join in the chorus.

Our scripture readings sing the wonder of God's loveç

from Romans
...because God's love has been poured into our hearts
through the Holy Spirit that has been given to us.

from John
When the Spirit of truth comes, she will guide you into all the truth;
for she will not speak on her own, but will speak whatever she hears...
...she will glorify me, because she will take what is mine and declare it to you.

and the clincher from the Psalm:
What are human beings that you are mindful of them, mortals that you care for them?
Yet you have made them a little lower than God,
and crowned them with glory and honor.

This sermon extols God's love for useach one of usmere mortals.
Now, is it possible that we've heard all we ever need to hear about the love of God?
Never.
Never, I insist.
God's infinite care for us, and gracious pouring out of the Spirit,
is timeless, boundless, and as I just said: infinite.
There is always more of God's love to hear,
more of God's love to feel,
more of God's love to understand,
more of God's love to take in and trust in and rest in.
And there is always someone who needs to hear this message loud and clear
and plain and simple:
God loves you more than you can imagine or hope.
No, I'll state it even more strongly:
Each one of usor at least some part of each one of us
always needs to hear this message loud and clear
and plain and simple:
God loves you more than you can imagine or hope.

The Love of God.
I did an exercise this week brainstorming images of great love.
This is what makes the photo album in my mind and heart this week:
A mother nursing her child, tenderly stroking his soft, fuzzy head.
A man tending his beloved cat, scratching right where she loves it bestbehind her ears.
A gardener sinking her fingers into soil, responding with just the right amount of water.
A baker working with his bread dough until the consistency is the perfect kind of spongy.
A child meticulously setting her stage for the drama she's about to perform for her captive audience.
A young woman practicing her free throws over and over until the gentle sound of *swish* *swish* *swish* fills the gym.
A young man running his fingers over the satiny ivory keys of a piano, perfecting Bach.
These are all images of great love, extraordinary care, and exquisitely sweet tenderness.
And each is only a glimpse of God's love for us,
each breathtaking image only captures a fraction of the love God has for each one of us.
These lovesour lovesare great, yes!
And mystery of all mysteries, miracle of all miracles, grace of all graces,
God's love is even greater.
God loves us,
God loves you
more than the most tender mother loves her baby,
more than the gentlest caretaker loves his beloved pet,
more than the most instinctual gardener loves her plot of land.
God loves us,
God loves you
more than the most exquisite baker loves his art,
more than the cleverest child loves her captive audience
more than the basketball player loves the sound of pure net
or the pianist loves the sound of flawless sonatas.
God loves us even more than the greatest love we can imagine or hope for.
What are human beings that you are mindful of them, mortals that you care for them?
Yet you have made them a little lower than God,
and crowned them with glory and honor.

God loves not only us mere mortals, but all of creation,
with a depth and breadth I cannot even begin to fathom.
The veil is sometimes temporarily lifted to offer a breathtaking glance.
I remember my first stroll along an Alpenrose-covered mountainside in the Swiss Alps.
I remember my first rush-of-an-encounter with the wild Oregon coastline.
I remember my first convertible drive into the red canyon landscape of southern Utah.
I remember my first lifted-veil perspective of my very own northern Indiana,
and the striking beauty of subtly rollingyes, subtly rollingcornfields.
God's love is poured not only into our hearts in the gift of the Spirit,
but God's love is poured out on the earth itself.

But this morning,
God's love for the human part of creation is Presentcapital ``P'' Presentand palpable.
We have celebrated God's love for dear Jadyn, for Cami, for their little family,
and for this congregational home.
Soon we will celebrate God's love for dear Naomi,
marking a milestone in her development and growth as part of our community
with the presentation of a Bible.
And we will send Naomi, Mark and Laura with our prayers and our blessings
we will send them to India for a year,
whereGod willingtheir eyes will be open to see God's love poured out on the creation around them,
and whereGod willingtheir spirits will be open to knowing God's boundless love poured out in each of their hearts.

What are human beings that you are mindful of them, mortals that you care for them?
Yet you have made them a little lower than God,
and crowned them with glory and honor.

God loves us so fully, so fiercely,
that we are continually invited to step more wholly into the infinite grace God offers,
to bask in utterly brilliant mercy and forgiveness and grace.
God loves us so fully, so fiercely,
that we are continually invited to step more wholly into the challenge God offers,
to stretch and grow and shift ourselvesto be transformed
into more whole, compassionate, and radiant versions of ourselves.
God love us fully and fiercely.
God loves you fully and fiercely
and fondly and earnestly.

Writing about the love of Jesus, Dorothy Day has this to say:
``It is hard to believe in [Christ's love] because it is a devouring love.
It is a terrible thing to fall into the hands of a living God.
If we do once catch a glimpse of it we are afraid of it.
Once we recognize that we are [children] of God,
that the seed of divine life has been painted in us at baptism,
we are overcome by that obligation placed upon us of growing in the love of God.''
-        Dorothy Day from ``To Die For Love,'' The Catholic Worker, Sept 1948, 2, 8.

When we find ourselves grasped by this living, loving God,
when we see clearly that we are God's
behold what manner of love God has for us that we are called the children of God
when we recognize God's infinite love to be truly infinite,
indeed it is overwhelming.
Dorothy Day calls it ``terrible''
because of the obligation that comes with the experience of such incredible and total divine loveç
that obligation isn't something we can easily cross off our to-do list.
And that's too bad, because I find real joy checking check boxes on my to-do listç
I make check boxes just so I can check them off.
Sometime when I'm about to finish a task
and I realize with horror that the task was NOT on my to-do list,
I will quickly add it, along with a checkbox,
just so I can experience the joy of checking it off.
The obligation that comes with knowing God's love,
is the obligation to grow in God's love.
It means going home from this worship service and each one asking herself,
``How do I grow in the love of God in light of Jadyn's dedication?
What opportunity has that communal ritual presented me for growing in love?''
It means going home from this worship service and each one asking himself,
``How do I grow in the love of God in light of sending Laura, Mark and Naomi to India?
What opportunity for growth into divine love is available to me?''

With each new encounter,
experience,
ritual,
life transition,
we are faced with the same, mantra-like question:
How might I grow in the love of God?

Mother Teresa once said,
``It is not what we do that is important,
but how much love we put into what we do:
we should do small things with great love.''

How do we grow in the love of God?
In part by extending God's love to others.
Doing small things in our homes, our neighborhoods,
our churches, our workplaces,
our schools, our citiesç
doing small things with increasingly great love.
We love because we are so loved.

``Community is first and foremost a gift of the Holy Spirit,''
writes Henri Nouwen,
``not built upon mutual compatibility, shared affection, or common interests
but upon having received the same divine breath,
having been given a heart set aflame by the same divine fire,
and having been embraced by the same divine love.''
God loves you more than you can imagine or hope.
God loves me more than I can imagine or hope.
God loves us more than any one of us can imagine or hope.
Embraced by that boundless and glorious divine love,
we build community with one another.
We love because we are so loved.
What are human beings that you are mindful of them, mortals that you care for them?
Yet you have made them a little lower than God,
and crowned them with glory and honor.

This sermon's benediction is my favorite hymn about God's love.
Because it doesn't feel right to talk about God's love as though it's simply a topic,
a theme,
a theological position.
God's love needs also to be proclaimed
and Iand arguably webut I'll resist the urge to universalize and speak for myself
I do my best proclaiming in singing.
This particular hymn was in the Red Hymnal
which was the predecessor to the Blue Hymnal
for those who have only know the Blue version.
It didn't make the cut for the Blue,
and I think it was my single greatest sadness about the new hymnal in terms of selections.
I must not have been alone in that because it found its way into the first hymnal supplement,
Sing the Journey.
Can anyone guess the hymn?

Appropriately titled:
The Love of God
The verse that gets me every time is the third and last verse
this poetry is poignant, striking,
and the kind of true that I can feel way deep down in my gut.

Could we with ink the ocean fill
and were the skies of parchment made;
were every stalk on earth a quill,
and everyone a scribe by trade;
to write the love of God above
would drain the ocean dry;
nor could the scroll contain the whole,
though stretched from sky to sky.
O love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure the saints' and angels' song.
(Sing the Journey, 44)







Call to Worship
from Psalm 8

One: Lord, our Lord, how majestic is Your name in all the earth! You have revealed Your glorybigger than the skies!

Many: From the mouth of children and infants You receive praise that silences the foe and the avenger.

One: When I think about Your universethe work of Your fingers, both moon and stars that You placedwhat are we humans that You pay us attention?

Many: What are our offspring that You take care of them?

One: You made us to be lowerby a little measurethan the angels, and crowned us with glory and honor.

Many: You set us up as rulers of Your creation, placing everything under our feetall flocks and herds, beasts of the field, birds of the air, fish in the sea and all the large sea-dwellers who follow the paths You established for them.

All: Lord, Our Lord, how majestic is Your name in all the Earth.


The only purpose of the gospel is to reconcile people to God and to each other. A gospel that doesn't reconcile is not a Christian gospel at all. But in America, it seems as if we don't believe that. We don't really believe that the proof of our discipleship is that we love one another (see John 13:35). No, we think the proof is in numbers ... Even if our "converts" continue to hate each other, even if they will not worship with their brothers and sisters in Christ, we point to their "conversion" as evidence of the gospel's success. We have substituted a gospel of church growth for a gospel of reconciliation.
-        John Perkins from "With Justice for All"

Do we love one another well?
Cami's description of CCMC that I learned via grandparents in Berne:
that we're all really different from one another but we love each other.

Ultimately, we are reborn to love because in this expanding, gracious space within us, we arrive at the astonishing presence of God at the core of our life. We blunder into the heart of God and find our own.
- Sue Monk Kidd from Firstlight: The Early Inspirational Writings of Sue Monk Kidd


Psalm 8

O LORD, our Sovereign, how majestic is your name in all the earth!
You have set your glory above the heavens.
Out of the mouths of babes and infants you have founded a bulwark because of your foes, to silence the enemy and the avenger.
When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars that you have established;
what are human beings that you are mindful of them, mortals that you care for them?
Yet you have made them a little lower than God,
and crowned them with glory and honor.
You have given them dominion over the works of your hands;
you have put all things under their feet,
all sheep and oxen, and also the beasts of the field,
the birds of the air, and the fish of the sea,
whatever passes along the paths of the seas.
O LORD, our Sovereign, how majestic is your name in all the earth!


Romans 5:1-5

Therefore, since we are justified by faith,
we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ,
through whom we have obtained access to this grace in which we stand ;
and we boast in our hope of sharing the glory of God.
And not only that, but we also boast in our sufferings,
knowing that suffering produces endurance,
and endurance produces character,
and character produces hope,
and hope does not disappoint us,
because God's love has been poured into our hearts
through the Holy Spirit that has been given to us.


John 16:12-15

"I still have many things to say to you, but you cannot bear them now.
When the Spirit of truth comes, he will guide you into all the truth;
for he will not speak on his own, but will speak whatever he hears,
and he will declare to you the things that are to come.
He will glorify me, because he will take what is mine and declare it to you.
All that the Father has is mine.
For this reason I said that he will take what is mine and declare it to you.

Sun, 22 Jul 2007 17:12:52 GMT
072907_With_What_.rtf http://chicagocomm.il.us.mennonite.net/:=072907_With_What_.rtf@CB2.Worship/Sermons Chicago Community Mennonite Church
29 July 2007
Proper 12
Sermon: With what?
Megan M. Ramer

Micah 6:6-8
`With what shall I come before the Lord,
and bow myself before God on high?
Shall I come before God with burnt-offerings,
with calves a year old?
Will the Lord be pleased with thousands of rams,
with tens of thousands of rivers of oil?
Shall I give my firstborn for my transgression,
the fruit of my body for the sin of my soul?'
God has told you, O mortal, what is good;
and what does the Lord require of you
but to do justice, and to love kindness,
and to walk humbly with your God?

Lisle chose the Micah passage for this morning's service.
It is truly one of the priceless gems of the Bible,
one that many of you have probably memorized.
If not, I'd like us to do it together today:
What does the Lord require of you? What does the Lord require of you?
Do justice. Do justice.
Love kindness. Love kindness.
Walk humbly with your God. Walk humbly with your God
All togetherç
What does the Lord require of you?
Do justice.
Love kindness.
Walk humbly with your God.
These words are crisp and clean; they're gorgeous.
And surprisingly simple and shockingly complex to live out.
These words take living-with to truly be understood.
And understanding them and living them is a whole life's task.
I'd suggest that we carry them around with us, everywhere we go;
write them on our hearts and on our doorposts, teach them to our children.
What does the Lord require of you?
Do justice.
Love kindness.
Walk humbly with your God.
Deceptively easy; profoundly true.

This three-verse segment begins with the question:
With what shall I come before the Lord?
And as I've been thinking about this familiar passage this week,
it finally became clear to me that
``With what'' is the wrong kind of question altogether.
With what shall I come before the Lord??!
God's requirements have nothing to do with having
with having just the right combination
of just the right amount
of just the right kind of things,
and then coming before God with those right kind of things and presenting them.
God's requirements have to do with doing and with being.
The right kind of doing
that inspires the right kind of being
which sustains the right kind of doing.
And on and on.

What does the Lord require of you?
Do justice.
Love kindness.
Walk humbly with your God.
Deceptively easy; profoundly true.

First,
Do justicethis is a matter of doing, of action, of response.
It involves research, and reflection, and stepping outside our comfort zones to talk with those affecting and those being affected by our choices in the world.
It includes assessment, and judgment calls, and trying our best and screwing up and trying our best again.
It encompasses sacrifice, and advocacy, and radical transformation of self and world, and tough choices.
It requires speaking hard truths and silencing seductive falsehoods.
This is doing.
Do justice.
Second,
Love kindnessthis is also a matter of doing if ``love'' is understood to be an active verb,
which I believe whole-heartedly it is.
It involves nurturing a kind spirit in one's self, in others, and in one's world.
It includes showing mercy to others and receiving mercy offered by another.
It encompasses reconciliation and forgiveness and mutual care.
It requires the extension of grace to others and to self, and a refusal to allow kindness and mercy to go uncelebrated.
This is doing.
Love kindness.
And finally,
Walk humbly with your Godthis is a matter of being, of a particular posture, or way.
It involves an attitude of humility and a stance of presence-with.
It includes seeking Goddailyand listening for God and sensing God's movements and a willingness to be in relationship with your God.
It encompasses a quiet, attentive manner, a commitment to journeying, and clarity of identityof being one of God's own, one of God's beloved companions.
It requires a rejection of puffed up chest, nose in the air, strutting ahead,
and an equal rejection of slumped shoulders, nose in the dust, shuffling behind;
it requires a well-postured walking alongside, walking with.
This is being.
Walk humbly with your God.

What does the Lord require of you?
It sounds like we are to join God in doing God's holy work in this world.
Do justice.
Love kindness.
Walk humbly with your God.
Deceptively easy; profoundly true.

Let's revisit the opening question of this short passage from Micah:
``With what shall I come before the Lord?''
With nothingat least with nothing that can be counted and held and offered.
Our hands should be empty.
Instead, we are to come before the Lord with our lives,
our very lives bared open for God to see and to delight in,
our doing and our being,
our choosing and our wayfaring.

Paul, in Galatians, assures and reminds us that this is to be done in a spirit of freedom.
Micah frames all these things as requirements of God somehow
What does the Lord require of you?
but Paul is very clear that the life of faith and discipleship is not a matter of enslavement.
He pens strong words that leave no confusion:
``Stand firm, therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery.''
DO NOT submit again to a yoke of slavery.
Stay free.
And out of that Christ-centered freedom, do not be self-indulgent,
but choose to be servants to one another,
serve one another freely and willingly and with joy.
In your freedom, choose to please God by loving your neighbor as your self.
In your freedom, choose to please God by:
doing justice,
loving kindness,
and walking humbly with your God.
And when you choose this, in a spirit of freedom,
the gifts of that Spirit-filled life of freedom are bounteous;
the fruits of that Spirit-filled life of freedom are glorious.
Paul names them:
love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.
Each one deserving its own sermon, none of which I will preach this morning.

What does the Lord require of you?
Do justice.
Love kindness.
Walk humbly with your God.
Deceptively easy; profoundly true.

This is the way and the spirit of Jesus Christ:
a way of doing justice and loving kindness and walking humbly with God.
This is the way that Lisle Bertsche has chosen,
the way in which she desires to walk,
and in her baptism this morning,
she will make that desire and that commitment publicly known.

I was recently challenged to admit that the New Testament doesn't really tell us a thing about what went on in Jesus' head or heart.
I was encouraged to look to the Hebrew Bible for that
the older Testament
for those are the Scriptures that Jesus grew up with.
Those are the Scriptures that he heard over and over as a young Jewish child.
Those are the Scriptures that provided story and guidance and meaning for his life.
Those are the Scriptures that swirled around in his head and his heart as he came to understand himself and his mission.
Those are the Scriptures that he prayed, wrestled with, and debated the meaning of.
It seems appropriate, therefore, that Lisle has chosen a passage from Micah
on this day that she proclaims her desire to walk in the way and spirit of Jesus Christ.
For surely Jesus, too, pondered these words in his heart
and lived their call in his life:

Micah 6:6-8
`With what shall I come before the Lord,
and bow myself before God on high?
Shall I come before God with burnt-offerings,
with calves a year old?
Will the Lord be pleased with thousands of rams,
with tens of thousands of rivers of oil?
Shall I give my firstborn for my transgression,
the fruit of my body for the sin of my soul?'
God has told you, O mortal, what is good;
and what does the Lord require of you
but to do justice, and to love kindness,
and to walk humbly with your God?



How can we ever know the will of God?
How can we ever be sure that we are meeting whatever requirements there might be?
How can we be confident in our valiant but incomplete attempts at doing justice?
What about all those times we sneer at kindness and reject mercy?
What happens when walk proudly a few steps ahead of our God
or slouch self-deprecatingly a few steps behind our God?
This life of discipleship,
of working out with fear trembling this call from the prophet Micah
to do justice,
love kindness,
and walk humbly with our God,
this path is a tough one.

Thomas Merton's prayer (from Thoughts in Solitude):
MY LORD GOD, I have no idea where I am going.
I do not see the road ahead of me.
I cannot know for certain where it will end.
Nor do I really know myself,
and the fact that I think that I am following your will
does not mean that I am actually doing so.
But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you.
And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing.
I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire.
And I know that if I do this you will lead me by the right road
though I may know nothing about it.
Therefore will I trust you always
though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death.
I will not fear, for you are ever with me,
and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.





Galatians 5:1, 13-25

For freedom Christ has set us free. Stand firm, therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery.

For you were called to freedom, brothers and sisters; only do not use your freedom as an opportunity for self-indulgence, but through love become slaves to one another. For the whole law is summed up in a single commandment, `You shall love your neighbor as yourself.' If, however, you bite and devour one another, take care that you are not consumed by one another.

Live by the Spirit, I say, and do not gratify the desires of the flesh. For what the flesh desires is opposed to the Spirit, and what the Spirit desires is opposed to the flesh; for these are opposed to each other, to prevent you from doing what you want. But if you are led by the Spirit, you are not subject to the law. Now the works of the flesh are obvious: fornication, impurity, licentiousness, idolatry, sorcery, enmities, strife, jealousy, anger, quarrels, dissensions, factions, envy, drunkenness, carousing, and things like these. I am warning you, as I warned you before: those who do such things will not inherit the kingdom of God.

By contrast, the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. There is no law against such things. And those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires. If we live by the Spirit, let us also be guided by the Spirit.


Luke 9:51-62

When the days drew near for him to be taken up, he set his face to go to Jerusalem. And he sent messengers ahead of him. On their way they entered a village of the Samaritans to make ready for him; but they did not receive him, because his face was set towards Jerusalem. When his disciples James and John saw it, they said, `Lord, do you want us to command fire to come down from heaven and consume them?' But he turned and rebuked them. Then they went on to another village.

As they were going along the road, someone said to him, `I will follow you wherever you go.' And Jesus said to him, `Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests; but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head.' To another he said, `Follow me.' But he said, `Lord, first let me go and bury my father.' But Jesus said to him, `Let the dead bury their own dead; but as for you, go and proclaim the kingdom of God.' Another said, `I will follow you, Lord; but let me first say farewell to those at my home.' Jesus said to him, `No one who puts a hand to the plough and looks back is fit for the kingdom of God.'


Micah 6:6-8

`With what shall I come before the Lord,
and bow myself before God on high?
Shall I come before him with burnt-offerings,
with calves a year old?
Will the Lord be pleased with thousands of rams,
with tens of thousands of rivers of oil?
Shall I give my firstborn for my transgression,
the fruit of my body for the sin of my soul?'
He has told you, O mortal, what is good;
and what does the Lord require of you
but to do justice, and to love kindness,
and to walk humbly with your God?


Psalm 16

Protect me, O God, for in you I take refuge.
I say to the Lord, `You are my Lord;
I have no good apart from you.'

As for the holy ones in the land, they are the noble,
in whom is all my delight.

Those who choose another god multiply their sorrows;
their drink-offerings of blood I will not pour out
or take their names upon my lips.

The Lord is my chosen portion and my cup;
you hold my lot.
The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
I have a goodly heritage.

I bless the Lord who gives me counsel;
in the night also my heart instructs me.
I keep the Lord always before me;
because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.

Therefore my heart is glad, and my soul rejoices;
my body also rests secure.
For you do not give me up to Sheol,
or let your faithful one see the Pit.

You show me the path of life.
In your presence there is fullness of joy;
in your right hand are pleasures for evermore.

Sun, 5 Aug 2007 20:12:46 GMT
080507_Through_suffering_God_releases_energies.rtf http://chicagocomm.il.us.mennonite.net/:=080507_Through_suffering_God_releases_energies.rtf@CB2.Worship/Sermons Chicago Community Mennonite Church
5 August 2007
Proper 13
Communion Series: Week 1
Sermon: Through suffering, God releases new energies
Megan M. Ramer

Colossians 3:1-11
Psalm 13
CCMC Communion Liturgy:
Doing this, he showed us that his life would be poured out,
and that through his suffering and death,
God would release new energies of life, love, justice, and peace for all earth's people.

August = communion liturgy serieslove of the liturgy at CCMC
Each week preachers and planners will focus on some part of the liturgy
something beautiful or troubling or inspiring or persistent in its call.
The focus for Sara and I today:
Doing this, he showed us that his life would be poured out,
and that through his suffering and death,
God would release new energies of life, love, justice, and peace for all earth's people.
Why this section?
Because it is beautiful!!!
I love that line about God releasing new energies of life, love, justice and peace
for all earth's people.
It's one that sticks with me after communion is long over.
But not just because it's beautiful,
because it is also somewhat troubling
that perfect combination to make something stick with you:
beauty mixed with a troubling complexity.

This section from our liturgy invites me to explore the relationship between
suffering and death on the one hand
AND
life and redemption on the other.
In the Jesus story specifically
(atonement theories)
and also with suffering in general.
The reason this exploration feels troubling to me
is because when Jesus' suffering in and of itself is believed to bring redemption to humanity,
then all sufferingall human sufferingtends to become redemptive.
Historically this jump has happened:
from Jesus' redemptive suffering to an abused woman's redemptive suffering
or to an oppressed people's redemptive suffering.
When all suffering is automatically endowed with redemption, with redemptive value,
when all suffering becomes someone's ``cross to bear''
whenever that has historically been the case,
then we haven't worked as diligently to bring an end to unjust suffering,
and we have left people, particularly those who have historically been relegated to powerless positions, to suffer unnecessarily.
Suffering is central to the human experience, and to our Christian story,
and so it begs our attention.
Because suffering is central to the human experience,
it isn't just our Christian story that addresses it.
All religions deal with suffering pretty centrally
Clifford Geertz, an anthropologist who did a fair amount of work on symbols and meaning in the world's religions,
believes that this central concern of suffering in religious thought of all flavors
doesn't indicate that people are looking for a way out of suffering,
but that people are looking for a way of endowing suffering with meaning.

Bring it home with example:
Kari Nunemaker
friend who was abducted while alone in her car
body found nearly a week later.
She was 16. I was 15. She had dropped me off at my house earlier that day.
Central question for me, of course, was ``Why did Kari have to die?''
One result of her abduction:
we learned to vigilantly lock our car doors,
always, but especially when traveling alone
I struggled for a long time with whether or not this was the answer to my question
is that why Kari suffered and died?
so that we could all learn a stupid lesson about locking car doors?
a good lesson, yes.
and one that I arguably wouldn't have learned so totally without this tragedy.
but really?
Did Kari suffer and die so that I would learn to lock my car doors???
There certainly wasn't any other good reason for her to have died.
But surely God could have come up with something a little more creative,
a little less brutal and ultimately fatal.
Here's the distinction:
learning a silly lesson is not why Kari diedno never!
There simply is NOT an answer as to why she had to die.
She didn't have to die, in fact.
But she did die.
Tragically.
And out of that tragedy, something new, something positive emerged;
new energies of diligence in living and loving did break through.
And even more significant than a lesson about locking car door,
another beam of energetic light that broke through that tragedy
was a sense of truly interdependent community
in which we all needed one another, looked out for one another, appreciated one another.
Through Kari's suffering and death,
God truly released new energies of life and love.

The brokenness that results from suffering often opens us to new layers.
Broken hearts tend to grow and to strengthen and to reveal deeper layers of love.
I don't believe God sits around breaking us so that we'll grow,
so that new energies can be released in and through us.
We humans do a fine enough job of breaking one another, thank you very much.
Given a suffering world in which suffering is inevitable,
given a broken world in which brokenness is inevitable,
what a grace it is that new energies of life, love, justice and peace
are able and likely to break through the cracks.
Suffering is like an opening, a threshold
we are guaranteed to experience suffering and death
over and over and over throughout our lives
Suffering and death happen.
Given that, God chooses to release those energies through the open door
God capitalizes on the threshold revealed.
Praise and thanksgiving
that God chooses to respond to those openings by releasing energies
of life, love, justice and peace.
Praise and thanksgiving
every time we open ourselves to receiving those energies,
noticing them
funneling them to those around us
allowing them to flow through our brokenness,
revealing deeper layers of understanding and loving and living.
Peter Berger, in his book, A Rumor of Angels (1969)
posits that suffering of some kind might just be essential
if the self is to be opened to deeper levels of consciousness and insight.
And Evelyn Underhill notes that Christian mystics through the ages have known this truth deep in their spirited bodies.
According to her, the first stage in the mystic journey is ``unselfing''
a stage often inaugurated by an experience of pain.
Mystics have sometimes been misunderstood by observers.
We have seen their fearless facing of suffering,
naming of suffering,
and misinterpreted a seeking of suffering.
Mystics for millennia have known this truth:
Suffering need not be sought out;
it is already within, simply waiting to be acknowledged.

L