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Sunday, September 11, 2016

"The Power of Love and Forgiveness". A sermon from Littlefield Presbyterian Church on the 15th Anniversary of 9/11.


"The Power of Love and Forgiveness"

Romans 12:9-21; Matthew 18:21-35


Today is the fifteen year anniversary of September 11, 2001.   Over the past days we’ve been reminded of the tragic events of that day and their aftermath. As the suffering of this horrible event unfolded in the hours and days that followed, we felt afraid… and vulnerable.    We grieved.
            How many of you remember where you were when he heard about this? 
I remember I was getting ready to leave the house, and I had a morning show on when they showed the first tower being hit and coming down.  I carried a little 5-inch TV in to church and followed in horror the chaos and devastation as it unfolded.  I remember the heroic responses of the first responders, and a city and nation of people taking care of each other.
The media brought to our attention all kinds of examples of how the people of our nation rallied in the face of tragedy.  Everywhere, in acts large and small, people came together to help and to take care of each other.   
Firefighters and welders and others from Michigan and around the country went to Manhattan to help the recovery effort.  Chefs and restaurant owners in Manhattan fed the search-and-rescue workers.
            At Atlanta's Hartsfield airport, a gate attendant looked out at thousands of passengers stranded when their flights were canceled, and was touched by their plight.  She called her friends, asking them to bring vans to the airport and offer lodging to the weary strangers.  She herself put up seven people in her home.

In the days following September 11, 2001, a similar spirit of solidarity broke out abroad, and dividing lines of all sorts vanished in the wake of the crisis, even in our nation's Congress. 
            When the airspace over the North Atlantic was closed, flight crews were told to land at the nearest airport.  In Gander, Newfoundland-- a town of around 10,000, with about 600 hotel beds-- somewhere between six and 10 thousand airline passengers and crew members were stranded.  The people of Gander and surrounding communities fed them, provided places for them to sleep, toiletries and other necessities, and overwhelmed them with hospitality. 
We were reminded that in the midst of devastation and chaos, God can work in and through us to bring about good.

I remember in those first days after 9/11 how we held hands together in this sanctuary and prayed… and how we opened the sanctuary and welcomed people from the community—including our Muslim neighbors—who felt safe coming here to pray in the quiet.   We put signs up in the entrances that said, “This is a hate-free zone.”  We met together in each others’ houses of worship to grieve and pray together.   And we re-committed ourselves to work for interfaith understanding and cooperation. 
On the first Sundays after September 11, 2001, broken-hearted people gathered in churches, grieving and praying and hoping to hear a word from the Lord.  
There was a season of crisis and public mourning, but it was brief.   Strong cultural forces were soon at work coaxing the national mood out of its rhythm of lament.          
As Jim Wallis wrote near the tenth anniversary, “Within a short period of time, the official reaction to terrorism would simply be defined as war -- a decade of it -- resulting in many more innocent casualties than on September 11, 2001.   In response to America's own suffering, many others in Afghanistan, Iraq, and around the world would now suffer -- all in the name of our war on terrorism.  The opportunity for deeper understanding, reflection, and redirection would elude us as we sought to erase our vulnerability with the need to demonstrate our superior force and power.  This was done quite easily in the early days of both our new wars. But now, we see that the longest series of wars in American history has failed to resolve or reverse the causes of the violence that struck us, or to make us safer.  They just made it all worse.”[1]
Wallis wrote--  and I agree—that “the world expected and would have supported a focused and sustained effort to pursue and bring this small band of criminals to justice.  But [the]… years of manipulated and corrupted intelligence, endless war, practices and policies of torture, violations of human rights, and trillions of dollars wasted caused America to lose the high ground long ago…”
Fifteen years later, as we remember and reflect, we need to ask ourselves whether our reliance on war and violence have made the world a better and safer place—or more divided, polarized, and dangerous.  I don’t have any simple answers for you today.  But as people of faith-- as Christians-- we need to be praying about this. 


On this anniversary, we remember all that was lost to us that day:   our sense of security… our peace… and our belief that we were safe from such random violence and death.  Most of all we remember those who died in New York, Washington and Pennsylvania, their lives of promise extinguished in hatred.  And we remember those whose lives and health were changed forever because of their service at Ground Zero, people have died over the years and those who continue to struggle with cancer and other physical and mental illnesses.   
We follow Jesus the Christ, whom we know in part as the Prince of Peace.  We are called to ask how Jesus would respond to acts of terror and violence. 
As people who say we value all human life, we need to grieve the loss of American lives, and we also need to grieve the loss of civilian lives due to our nation’s military actions.  Our armed forces apparently don’t keep track of deaths resulting from our military actions.[2]  But the estimated documented civilian deaths from violence following the 2003 invasion of Iraq is estimated to be between 163,000 to more than 182,000.[3]

As followers of Jesus, I believe we are called to find Christ-like ways to respond to issues of injustice and violence.  I think we need to resist the temptation to identify ourselves too easily with the Israelites who pass unharmed through the Red Sea, while their pursuers, the Egyptians, are drowned.
In his commentary on the Exodus story, Theodore Wardlaw describes the pillar of fire and cloud that “came between the arm of Egypt and the army of Israel” as a sign of a mysterious and  unpredictable God—not a God who is always biased toward one people at the expense of another,  but “a God who is steadfastly preoccupied with a gracious horizon that we cannot comprehend.[4]   As Wardlaw puts it, “God is, quite simply, bigger than us and our agendas.” 
There’s an old Hasidic story that tells how the angels were rejoicing over the deliverance of Israel at the Red Sea—playing their harps, and singing and dancing.
            “Wait,” said one of them.   “Look—the Creator of the Universe is sitting there weeping!”   They approached God and asked, “Why are you weeping when Israel has been delivered by your power?” 
            “I am weeping,” said the Master of the Universe, “for the dead Egyptians washed up on the shore—somebody’s sons, somebody’s husbands, somebody’s fathers.”[5]
As Archbishop Desmond Tutu says:  “God loves our enemies as much as God loves us.”  This is true, because God is love. 
            God’s ways are not our ways.  God’s love is greater and more gracious and inclusive than we can comprehend.   But we are called to live more fully into God’s way--  the way of love.

In the 18th chapter of Matthew, Jesus has been giving his disciples instructions on how to live together in Christian community.   Listening to Jesus, Peter gets concerned about what, exactly, is required of him.  He's looking for a guideline, a limit to how forgiving he has to be.
Peter says to Jesus,  "Lord, if another member of the church sins against me, how often should I forgive?  As many as seven times?"
            To Peter, and probably to a lot of folks, his proposal to forgive his fellow Christian seven times probably sounds extravagantly generous--  especially since we don't have any reason to assume that the offending party has repented.   Seven is a lot of times to forgive someone.
            We aren't very good at forgiveness.  It isn't some natural, inborn human emotion.  Now, vengeance, retribution, violence--  these are natural human qualities. 
When you have been hurt, it's a natural human reaction to want to hurt somebody back.  When someone you care about has been hurt or killed, it's a natural human response to want revenge.
  But our Christian faith teaches that, when the Love of God is at the center of our life, we are called to move beyond what is the natural human response. 
As followers of Jesus, we need to seek the response that is consistent with the response that Jesus  would make. If it isn't loving, it isn't of God.

As if what we hear Jesus saying in the gospels doesn’t set the bar high enough, we hear the apostle Paul speaking to the church at Rome:  “We do not live to ourselves, and we do not die to ourselves.  If we live, we live to the Lord, and if we die, we die to the Lord.  So then, whether we live or whether we die, we are the Lord’s…. Why do you pass judgment on your brother or sister?  Why do you despise your brother or sister?  For we will all stand before the judgment seat of God….  Each of us will be accountable to God.”[6]
We will be accountable to God for how we live our lives.   We are called into the life of love and forgiveness.   The apostle Paul describes marks of the true Christian:  “Let love be genuine.  Hate what is evil.  Hold fast to what is good.  Love one another with mutual affection.  Outdo one another in showing honor…. Be patient in suffering, persevere in prayer… extend hospitality to strangers. 
“Bless those who persecute you.  Bless and do not curse them…. Live in harmony with one another…. Do not repay anyone evil for evil… So far as it depends on you, live peaceably with all.   Never avenge yourselves, but leave room for the wrath of God, for it is written, ‘Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.’  No, if your enemies are hungry, feed them.  If they are thirsty, give them something to drink, for by doing this you will heap burning coals on their heads.  Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.”[7]

These are challenging words—easier to hear or say than to live.  It’s hard to love people… to live in harmony… to live peaceably with all--  especially those we see as Other.  And yet that’s what we are called to do in our Christian life, even when we’re afraid of those who are different, afraid of what will happen if we let them in. 
I think Will Willimon is right when he says, “In presenting our church with sisters and brothers whom we fear as the Other, God is not only testing us but giving us a gracious opportunity to recover the adventure of discipleship.  By the grace of God and the ministrations of the church, we are enabled to have better lives than if Christ had left us to our own devices.”[8]
 Willimon says that some of the first passages seminary students ordinarily translate from Greek to English are from First John, and one of the verses that sets the agenda for this book is John 4:18:  “Perfect love casts out fear.”    Willimon remembers that many years ago his professor said, “In First John, the Greek is easy to read, but its message is hard to live.”[9]
Indeed!
Consider the messages we hear in our culture.  Listen to the rhetoric of political campaigns and the arguments we’ve heard against admitting Syrian refugees. 
Loving the “other” is counter-cultural.  “Xenophobic, exclusionary fear of the Other is more than a matter of preferring the people we enjoy hanging out with or those with whom we feel most comfortable.  When we fear the Other, we separate ourselves from others in order to better oppress, exploit, expulse, confine, hurt, or deny justice and access to others whom we have judged to be so Other as to be beyond the bounds of having any bond between us or any claim upon us.”[10] 
Part of the recent debates over whether or not to admit Syrian refugees has been, “If we let them in, what’s the cost?  Will our nation be less secure?  What will they cost our society, our economy?
And yet we who follow Jesus are called to practice hospitality.  As Paul wrote, “Welcome each other, in the same way that Christ also welcomed you, for God’s glory”[11]
             
Because God has planted Littlefield here in east Dearborn and entrusted us with a ministry of reconciliation,[12] we’ve been in interfaith relationships for decades.  We may take for granted that most of us have friends who are Muslim and that we even find ways to pray and work together.  But elsewhere it’s a different matter.
           
            Five years ago, the Memphis Islamic Center had purchased property to build a new mosque, but they didn’t have a place to pray for Ramadan.   It was a difficult time.  Proposed Islamic centers were encountering resistance around the country, from New York City to Murfreesboro, Tennessee.
Across the street from their new property, the pastor of Heartsong Church put a sign up outside their church that said, “Welcome to the neighborhood, Memphis Islamic Center.” 
            The Heartsong congregation invited the Muslim community to celebrate Ramadan inside their church building while their own center was under construction.
            Now, not everyone was thrilled.   Rev. Stone was criticized by some colleagues.  Some members of the Heartsong Church were unhappy, and over time 20 members left the church, out of a congregation of 550. 
            After the Memphis Islamic Center was complete, the two congregations continued to develop a strong relationship.  Once a month, they continued to work together to help the homeless in their neighborhood.  They have learned to respect each other’s different faith traditions.   And Pastor Stone and members of Heartsong Church say their congregation is better and stronger because of it.

            Fifteen years after 9/11, let us remember.  Let us prayerfully imagine what the world would be like if God’s will is done… and then let us re-commit ourselves to live more fully into the Beloved Community God desires for us and for all of God’s children. 
            We don’t need to be afraid, because we have this assurance: “There is no fear in love, but that perfect love drives out fear.”
            Thanks be to God!
           




[1] Jim Wallis, “Ten Years after 9/11: The Good and The Bad.”  Posted at Sojo.net 9/8/11.
[2] “We don’t do body counts.” – General Tommy Franks.   https://www.iraqbodycount.org/

[4] Theodore J. Wardlaw, “Living by the Word,” in Christian Century (Sept. 6, 2011), p. 18. 

[5] Quoted by Albert C. Winn in his sermon “A Way Out of No Way: Exodus 14:5-31.”
[6] Romans 14:7-12

[7] Romans 12:9-21

[8] William Willimon, Fear of the Other: No Fear in Love (Abingdon Press, 2016).  Kindle edition, Location 77. 
[9] Willimon, Location 91.
[10] William Willimon.
[11] Romans 15:7
[12] 2 Corinthians 5:18

Sunday, July 17, 2016

"The End of a Season". A sermon on Amos 8, preached on July 17.








"The End of a Season"

Amos 8:1-12

           
The prophet Amos could not have known, thousands of years ago when he was delivering his prophetic oracles, that they would someday appear in the lectionary at this particular moment in American history.  Certainly he didn’t speak his oracles with us in mind. But this passage from the prophet Amos comes at an especially fraught and difficult time in our national life, and it provides us with an opportunity to talk about our life together.
My heart aches each time there’s another shooting or terrorist attack.  In recent weeks, Philando Castile, a school lunchroom supervisor, was shot in Minnesota by a police officer, with his fiancé and 4-year-old daughter in the ca, and Alton Sterling was fatally shot by police officers in Baton Rouge, Louisiana.  Then 5 Dallas police officers were killed and 9 officers and 2 civilians were injured by a military veteran who was apparently angry about African-Americans being killed by police.  Officer Lorne Ahrens… Officer Michael Smith… Officer Michael Krol… Officer Patrick Zamarripa… and Dallas Transit Police Officer Brent Thompson were the officers who lost their lives.  All of those killed were precious lives. 
We were still reeling from these deaths when in Nice, France, a terrorist used a 19-ton truck to massacre 84 people and injured more than 200 by driving through the crowds gathered to watch fireworks on Bastille Day.
The Republican National Convention is scheduled to begin tomorrow, and the Democratic National Convention will be held next week. 
This is an intense and troubling time in our nation. So it seems like a good time to take stock of our nation and our society, and to ponder what God might have Amos or some other prophet say to us today.
Amos was an “outside agitator” from Judah—a southerner who was called to speak to a northern audience in a time of national security and material affluence.  The wealth was enjoyed by the few at the expense of the many.  His words may be as difficult for us to bear as they were for Israel and its political ruler and those who were wealthy and privileged.
In last week’s Hebrew scripture lesson, Amaziah, the priest of Bethel, went to King Jeroboam of Israel, saying, “Amos has conspired against you in the very center of the house of Israel.  The land is not able to bear all his words.  For this Amos has said, ‘Jeroboam shall die by the sword, and Israel must go into exile away from his land.’”
Then Amaziah told Amos to get out of Israel and go back to Judah. “Earn your bread there, and prophesy there.  But never again prophesy at Bethel, for it is the king’s sanctuary, and it is a temple of the kingdom.”
Then Amos answered Amaziah, “I am no prophet, nor a prophet’s son; but I am a herdsman, and a dresser of sycamore trees, and the Lord took me from following the flock, and the Lord said to me, ‘Go, prophesy to my people Israel.’”[1]

When I was in seminary, one of my assigned papers in an Old Testament class was about distinguishing true prophets from false prophets.  What I discovered was that there were those who claimed to be prophets, who would tell the king what he wanted to hear.  As Jeremiah said, “They dress the wound of my people as though it were not serious.  'Peace, peace,' they say, when there is no peace.’”[2] 
Ezekiel criticized the false prophets:  “Because, indeed, because they have seduced My people, saying, ‘Peace!’ when there is no peace—and one builds a wall, and they plaster it with untempered mortar…”  Ezekiel brought a word from the Lord aboutthe prophets of Israel who prophesy concerning Jerusalem, and who see visions of peace for her when there is no peace….’”[3]

            One of the events I attended at the Wild Goose Festival last week was a Town Hall on Racial Justice, with Jim Wallis and other panelists.  Near the end, there was a time for questions and response, and someone asked, “When I go home, how can I talk to my congregation about racial justice without upsetting somebody?”   Can you guess what the response was?   “You can’t.”  For a lot of people, it isn’t easy to hear or think about it.  But it’s necessary and important.
            Whether people in Israel heard Amos’ message as good news or bad news would have depended on where they found themselves in the story.  If they were comfortable with the status quo, they probably heard it as bad news.  But if they were poor or marginalized or oppressed, they would have been glad to hear that there were consequences for those who act unjustly and that God would be bringing an end to this wickedness. 
            This week’s Hebrew scripture lesson began with a vision that the prophet received:
            This is what the Lord GOD showed me—a basket of summer fruit.  He said, “Amos, what do you see?”  And I said, “A basket of summer fruit.  “Then the LORD said to me, “The end has come upon my people Israel; I will never again pass them by. The songs of the temple shall become wailings in that day,” says the Lord GOD; “the dead bodies shall be many, cast out in every place. Be silent!”
            In my study this week, I was reminded that puns are common in biblical prophetic literature.  When you get the pun in this passage, it’s jarring.  The Hebrew word used for “summer fruit”—qayits-- sounds similar to qets-- the word for “end”.   Some of the translations try to re-create the word play in English, saying something like “The time is ripe for my people Israel.”[4]
            Phillando Castile, Alton Sterling, police officers in Dallas, mass shootings in schools and night clubs and malls, the state sanctioned executions of those on death row, kids who are hungry in our own extended neighborhoods—everywhere we look, we find suffering,  injustice and death.  There are cycles of violence and retribution, oppression and marginalization that play out over and over again. 
            These things are painful to see and hear.   People who are privileged may get through life without seeing or hearing some of them at all.  But God calls us to be quiet and listen, and to see things through God’s eyes, to see the pain of God’s beloved children.
            Now that nearly everybody has a video camera in their phone, violence and injustice is being documented and shared over the internet.  So, unless we refuse to see it and hear it, we are more aware of it. 
I think—I hope and pray—that we have finally reached a tipping point, that we are heartbroken enough now that we are ready to recognize the end of a season in the life of our society and that we are ready to do the hard work of listening and learning, and to commit ourselves to God’s way of justice for all God’s people. 
            I think the time is ripe.  We can do better in our society, in this new time.  We can be better—with God’s help.
At the Wild Goose Festival, Jim Wallis reminded us that 75 percent of white Americans have entirely white social networks.  The lack of direct, regular, and personal connection makes it very difficult to get beyond the racial biases and stereotypes that are still so strong in white American society. [5]   
Fifty years after the great victories of the civil rights movement, and Dr. King’s reminder that Sunday morning at eleven o’clock was the nation’s most segregated hour, most Americans still live most of their lives segregated from other races.  In many parts of our nation, we live in different neighborhoods, and most of us are not together in our schools and churches.  So most people don’t have opportunities to talk more deeply together and develop the empathy and meaningful relationships that bring understanding, friendships, common citizenship, and even spiritual fellowship—unless you work at it intentionally.
When you’re not with other people, you simply don’t know what their lives are like, what they’re most concerned about, what their core values or top priorities are, what they’ve been going through, and what they desire for their children.  You learn about other people when they’re your neighbors, or parents of your children’s classmates or teammates, or members of your religious congregation….[6] 
You learn a lot about people if you did, as a pastor in Atlanta started to do a few days ago, on his daily commute on public transit, where he is surrounded by persons of color.  He usually focuses on reading on the train, which isolates him.  But after all the shootings recently, he decided to push past his comfort zone and engage with people. 
In his blog, Presbyterian pastor Greg Allen-Pickett wrote:  “Last week, our country convulsed from the untimely deaths of Alton Sterling and Philando Castile, both precious children of God. I have been wracked with many emotions. But as I made my morning commute, I realized that what I am feeling must pale in comparison to what my black sisters and brothers are feeling. So for the past week, I wore my clerical collar on my train ride and I asked my fellow riders how they were feeling; this is what I learned….”[7]
I hope you’ll read his post.  In summary, he heard people of color saying that they’re sad, they’re scared, they’re fearful, and they’re angry. He was surprised to hear that they’re hopeful. The people on the train expressed hope that things will get better.  They expressed “hope that God is present, even the midst of all of this injustice, and that God is actively at work, redeeming and reconciling.”
So what did he learn from this experience?  He says most days when he gets on the train, he keeps his head down, and he usually reads a book.  But with his nose in a book, he wasn’t connecting with the people around him.  He learned that to be an ally, he needs to close his mouth and listen—really listen—and pay attention to the world around him.  He learned that it isn’t about him, that he can strive to live with empathy and compassion, and to be humble about his inability to fully understand the experience of being black in this country.  He learned that he needs to push out of his comfort zone, to make eye contact and interact with people who are different, to ask authentic questions and be prepared for authentic answers—answers that may challenge him and make him uncomfortable. 
As he writes, it is in that discomfort that we begin to grow.  And this Presbyterian pastor learned from this experience about the power of prayer. He learned how to pray from his sisters and brothers on the train that he prayed with.  He learned that “even in the midst of profound darkness, there can be hope and light.”

I think we need to hear peoples’ stories and acknowledge their pain and fears.  So I’m grateful for the courage of a number of people—mothers of black children, elected officials, and others—who have shared some of their experiences and posted them online, and I’ve been sharing some of them on Facebook, for those who “have ears to hear.”

When you trample those on the margins, Amos tells us, things will not go well for you. The end of injustice is coming, whether or not you have eyes to see.  
The good news is that God loves every one of us and wants us all to live in beloved community together.  God wants all God’s children to  enjoy freedom and justice and joy. 
Do we believe this?  Can we trust that God loves us and all God’s children, and that God has a plan for us that is good for all of us?  Is anything too wonderful for God?
The time is ripe.  It’s up to us.  How will we respond?
Will we join God in heralding the arrival of justice for all?  Or will we stand in the way?
I pray that we will all respond faithfully. 
May it be so.  Amen.




[1] Amos 7:10-17

[2] Jeremiah 6:14
[3] Ezekiel 13:10, 16.

[6] Jim Wallis, America’s Original Sin: Racism, White Privilege, and the Bridge to a New America.  Brazos Press, 2016.