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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

Monday, April 6, 2015

"Good News for Uncertain Times": A sermon from Littlefield Presbyterian Church




The Sabbath day has passed and it is the dawn of a new day.  Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome are bringing spices to anoint the body of Jesus.  For the disciples, it has been a long and painful Sabbath.  The women had seen Jesus’ body placed hurriedly in the tomb late Friday afternoon.   Now the three women are headed back to the tomb, wondering among themselves, who would roll back the large stone that covered the door.
            Their relief at finding the stone rolled back turned to fear when they step through the door.  Jesus’ body was gone.   Instead, there’s a young man, dressed in white, sitting next to where Jesus’s body had been.
"Don’t be alarmed;" he says, "you are looking for Jesus of Nazareth who was crucified.   He has been raised.  He is not here."
The three women are not only alarmed—they’re terrified. They flee the tomb, and they say nothing to anyone.  In the original Greek, Mark uses a double negative to emphasize:  “They said nothing to nobody.”
            On this Easter Sunday in the year 2015, can you relate to their response?  What do you feel when you hear the news of the resurrection?  Are you confident and joyful?  Are you read to go and tell?
            Maybe. Maybe not.
            I suspect that there are a lot of people in the pews of churches-- and outside the church--  this Easter Sunday who feel like they’re living in a Good Friday kind of world.   People who struggle with grief over the loss of a loved one...  people who know the sting of failure.   Some who are angry and disillusioned about how their life is going.   Some who are struggling with anxiety...  or depression...  or confusion… or addiction.  
            Some are struggling to keep going in spite of chronic, debilitating illness.  Some are facing frightening medical diagnoses... and battles against the power of disease.  Some are distraught over the way things are going in the world today...  or in their family.   Some are unemployed.  Some are among the working poor, working full-time, maybe more than one job, trying to make ends meet.  These are people who need some good news.
            If you feel like you've been living in a Good Friday world, you can probably relate to the women who went to the tomb that first Easter morning.  They're stricken with grief...  disillusionment...  bitter disappointment.  They'd hoped that Jesus was going to be the Messiah who would liberate them from the Roman oppressors.  Things haven't turned out the way they'd hoped.
            They go to the tomb to grieve their beloved friend and leader.  But
instead of finding Jesus' body, they find the young man sitting there, and hear him saying,  "Don't be alarmed.  You're looking for Jesus of Nazareth, who was crucified.   He has been raised.  He isn't here.  Now, go and tell the disciples and Peter that Jesus is going before you to Galilee.  You will see him there, just as he told you."
            They flee from the tomb, filled with terror and amazement.  They say nothing to anyone, for they are afraid.   Mark’s gospel ends here, almost mid-sentence. In fact, in the original Greek, it’s even more abrupt.  
            This unfinished story bothered people in the early church enough that they wrote two different endings to tack on.  It's bothered a lot of scholars over the years--  so much that some of them developed theories about how the last page of Mark's gospel was lost…  or how it wore out and fell off.
            However, the consensus of New Testament scholars today is that Mark did indeed end his gospel with verse 8.   In Mark’s gospel, there are no joyfully amazed women rushing back with news of the empty tomb…no awestruck exclamations to the disciples that “he is risen!”   There are no reassuring appearances by the risen Christ himself.   We have to read the other gospel accounts that were written later to find these things.
            The end of Mark’s gospel doesn’t feel satisfying, so we can sympathize with the scribes or monks or whoever it was who decided to take matters into their own hands and add an ending they thought was better and that sounded more like the other, later gospels.  And so our Bibles have what have come to be called “A Shorter Ending to Mark” and “A Longer Ending to Mark. ” 
            But let’s think about why Mark left his gospel hanging on this moment of failure and disappointment.  Why would he do that?
            I agree with Professor David Lose when he suggests that Mark knew that no story about death and resurrection could possibly have a neat and tidy ending.  Lose observes that there’s a recurring pattern in Mark’s gospel.  Those who are closest to Jesus and should tell others about him often don’t.  One of the themes in Mark is that the disciples just don’t get it.
            Three times the disciples had heard Jesus predict that he is going to have to suffer and die and then be raised again-- but they end up dazed, confused, and arguing about who’s the greatest.   Peter confesses that Jesus is the Messiah--  but completely misunderstands what that means, and actually rebukes Jesus when he explains.  Again and again those who should understand just don’t understand what’s going on and fail to share the good news.
            Judas betrays Jesus.  Peter denies him 3 times.  The disciples desert him.   Finally, even these women, who up to this point had proved to be faithful disciples,  are too afraid to go and share the good news. And so Mark ends here, right here, inviting us all to pick up where the gospel leaves off.[1]
            The story isn’t over.  With the first disciples, we need to leave the empty tomb and go back to Galilee.   Like the first disciples, we can’t understand the story the first time.  We need to go to the cross and to the empty tomb… and then read the story again and find ourselves in the story.   We need to go back to “the beginning of the good news of Jesus Christ, the Son of God.”[2]   This time, we need to hear the gospel with post-resurrection eyes. 
            When we go back to Galilee, we see Jesus healing and teaching and casting out demons, but always being misunderstood, even by those closest to him.  Mark is telling us that the saving action of God in the world is always hidden and ambiguous. 
            When we read Mark with post-resurrection eyes,  we see Jesus breaking through into human life as one who is powerful,  but also as one who will suffer and die.   We see a God whose power is a strange, suffering, self-giving power.  
            We go back to Galilee, and the second time around every story in the Gospel of Mark is a post-resurrection appearance.  What we see is a God who surprises us at every turn in the road,  a God whose power is expressed finally in weakness.[3]
             Mark wrote an open ending to his gospel in order to invite the disciples and everyone who reads it to jump in and take up our part in continuing it.   You see, the story of what God is doing in and through Jesus isn’t over at the empty tomb.   It’s only just getting started.  
            Mark’s Gospel is all about setting us up to live resurrection lives and continue the story of God’s redeeming work in the world.  The gospel is about what God has done and is still doing for the world through Jesus the Christ and through those who follow him. 
            Mark intentionally left the story unfinished--  because it isn't just a story about something that happened long ago.  It's the story of the church, and the story isn't finished.   That first Easter, the whole urgent, world-changing story was hanging on the testimony of witnesses who run away in fear and silence. 

            “Go and tell my disciples—and Peter.”   The Risen Christ made a special point of extending his reconciling grace to fearful promise-breakers like Peter.   God’s grace invites us to go back home and to live life as people who have changed by the events of Easter.

Go.  Tell.  As disciples of the Risen Christ, we are called to live into the joy and freedom of the new creation and to share the good news with anyone who needs to hear it.  What happens next in the story depends on us.
            God's redemptive purpose for the world will prevail through those who answer Christ's call to follow him and carry on his purpose and work.
            The good news is that we are not alone.  We don’t have to do it on our own power.  The way our Presbyterian “Brief Statement of Faith” puts it:  In a broken and fearful world, the Spirit gives us courage to pray without ceasing, to witness among all peoples to Christ as Lord and Savior, to unmask idolatries in church and culture, to hear the voices of peoples long silenced, and to work with others for justice, freedom and peace.[4]
            That’s how the rest of the story continues.
            We are called to carry on the story.  It's our choice--   yours and mine.   Think about all the people who haven't heard the Easter story in all its fullness and power.  Consider all the lonely souls out there who long for hope...  comfort... healing… and meaning.    Do we care about them?              What will happen next in the story for them?
            Will someone tell them the good news of the Resurrection  and the new, abundant life we can have here and now through our faith in the Risen Christ?   Will they see peoples' lives being transformed by the love of Christ?  Will they see your life being changed?  Will they see the light and love of Christ reflected in what Littlefield Christians do and say?  Will they look at the church and know we're Christians by our love?
            The story continues.  What happens next is up to us.    
           
            The women at the tomb were terrified and amazed.  Yet they must have gone to Galilee and seen the risen Christ.   They must have proclaimed the good news to the others--  or we wouldn’t be here today.  

            Go.  Tell.  As Christians, we are called to take risks...  to make ourselves vulnerable in love...  to share with strangers...  to dare to challenge unjust power.   We are promised lives of  joy and abundance--  as we strive to serve Christ in our daily tasks and to live holy and joyful lives.
            God calls us to live beyond our fears and doubts.  In the resurrection, God showed us his amazing, life-giving power.  We know that the story of our life with God has a joyful ending.
God, in the life, death, and resurrection of Jesus the Christ, is making all things new.   So   go.  Tell.

Christ is risen!   Christ is risen indeed!  Alleluia!



[1] David Lose, “Only the Beginning, March 30, 2015 at http://www.davidlose.net/2015/03/easter-b-only-the-beginning/

[2] Mark 1:1
[3] Thomas G. Long, “Dangling Gospel”,  http://www.religion-online.org/showarticle.asp?title=3392

[4] Brief Statement of Faith