THE REV. E. WAYNE ROLLINS “We wish to see Jesus.” Philip hears the request, goes to Andrew, and together
they go to Jesus. That’s all we know about some Greeks who are in town to celebrate. It looks like if their request was answered, it was from a distance. Jesus doesn’t seem to have time for drop-in meetings. There’s no “do they have an appointment,” or even “show them in.” Instead, we have his answer in the description of a cosmic event, based in familiar agricultural knowledge turned into Christology. We probably wouldn’t go that far in explaining that which we likely don’t understand all that well. So let’s take a moment and look at what those Greeks, and in turn, we think we know. To see Jesus is to see the work of God taking place in human reality. Those gathering to celebrate Passover would have been taught that God’s dwelling place is in the Temple, in the Holy of Holies. A thick curtain obscured the vision of all save the high priest, who could enter the holiest place of the Temple on one day each year. It’s where the Ark of the Covenant is held, the national archive, if you will, of the law of Moses. While Jesus spends his brief ministry pointing any and all who pay attention to the activity, and therefore, the presence of God, he doesn’t give anyone directions toward the Temple. He speaks of glorification and death and sacrifice all at the same time. What he’s really saying is that if anyone wants to see him, they’ll find him in the sacrificial love of himself for the benefit of all. We’re told of an instant example of this as he hangs dying on a cross, when at his last breath the veil obscuring the holiest place in the Temple is torn in two, revealing its emptiness. To see Jesus, the human form of God, look outside the city walls to the place of the skull, and find him in the middle of death itself. “We wish to see Jesus.” The request is made to us today. Do we brush it aside by giving the GPS coordinates to the nearest church building, citing the times when the doors are supposed to be unlocked? No. The invitation is ours to make. “Come and see.” Come and see the evidence of the work of Christ, the ongoing creative activity of God, when suffering is joined by able hands and hearts. Come and see sorrow shared by the joining of breaking hearts so that healing is not such a lonely thing to endure. Come and see willful sacrifice to share the abundance of God’s life with those lost on the winding trails of the shadow of death. Do we really wish to see this Jesus? There are those still making the request. The answer they truly seek is found when our desire is to be the Jesus we want to tell them about. For others to see, we must in some way be Jesus to them. But, of course, there’s more. We, too, wish to see Jesus. And to do that, we need to open our eyes to the possibility—the probability—that Jesus can be found as easily in those who seek as in those who claim to know where to look. It is not ours to decide where the seeds are planted. It is ours to nurture the growth that God gives in the life springing from the seed that is willing to die.
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THE REV. E. WAYNE HOLLINS “I have given you as a covenant to the people . . . .” These words from the
second prophet we know as Isaiah come as words of hope to a people in exile. They are the first of four “servant songs” found in Isaiah, and designated as such, are often interpreted as pointing to a leader within Israel, or perhaps a political leader (even Cyrus of Persia). Or some say they point to Christ who is yet to come. I want to take a different approach. I do this because, like blame, looking for others to lead us in the way we desire is, I think, misleading. And to tell a bunch of folks hoping for relief that they’ll need to be patient and wait, oh, about five centuries, is, well, just cruel. So, who is this servant? For the people of Judah, gathered in exile in the sixth century before the Common Era, it’s difficult to answer without saying, “Who? Me?” After all, they seem pretty much powerless and subject to the oppressive authority of political leaders. Yet, that is who the prophet calls “God’s servant.” They are to be a “light to the nations,” “givers of sight to the blind,” to lead prisoners out of captivity, to lead those dwelling in darkness into light. For us, it’s too easy to say that is about the people of Judah in exile, or even to say it’s about Christ. Hear those words “I have given you as a covenant to the people” as a phrase that follows our name—individually and collectively as a parish, or more to the point, as Christ’s Church. Winston Churchill is quoted to have referred to the coming second World War as a “gathering darkness.” We, too, might interpret our own time as a gathering darkness as we witness the oppression of the poor and the alien in our land. That oppression will continue—with our consent, mind you—as long as we think that God’s covenant gift for all people is about someone else. “I have given you, Immanuel Highlands, as a covenant to the people of Wilmington.” It’s who we are, in the name of the One who gives life to all that lives. To deny that name is to deny God’s glory among us. So we continue to gather, to speak not only God’s praise, but God’s promise of deliverance from the death-dealing ways of our time. Not to say “there, there, it’ll get better” and walk away. Be the servant, which means to be the light of hope in a world of gathering darkness. Because even when it is its darkest, just one candle can diffuse a hopeful ray of light. I often wonder if God’s purpose in the Judean exile was to show those who felt oppressed how to be that light. Maybe that’s why we’re where we are, too THE REV. E. WAYNE ROLLINS It might be a confusing day. It must have been a confusing week. Keeping with
that trend, I offer the following. We’re used to thinking of what’s called the triumphant entry into Jerusalem as the beginning of Jesus’ final week before he was crucified. Along with that we multiply and magnify the word “hosanna.” Some have imagined dueling processions—Jesus through a side door on a donkey, while Pilate and Roman soldiers enter through the main gate of the city in chariots and on horseback. Maybe Pilate did arrive that way. After all, thousands of believers coming into town to celebrate the liberation that made them who they are might just need a show of force to eliminate any thought of that happening again anytime soon. But there are other aspects to consider. When Jesus faces his accusers, he asks them why they didn’t arrest him earlier. He speaks as one who has been around awhile, and there are scholars who think he may have arrived several months earlier, during another festival, Sukkoth. It’s a fall festival, celebrating the harvest they’ve been working toward all summer. Also called the “Feast of Booths,” the celebration commands spending some time and eating meals on each of seven days in a sukkoh, a temporary dwelling made of—wait for it—palm branches. Palm fronds, called a lulab, are waved inside as part of the celebration. That’s also described in Psalm 68. Those cries of hosanna? They are pleas for help, taken from the Psalms. Psalm 118:25 contains the word, which is often translated “save us, we beseech you.” Those cries, echoed in all four Gospels, are heard by us as shouts of praise. But they are cries from those living under the oppressive boot of Rome. So, maybe there’s something else, something more going on here other than a “yay God” moment. In the Psalm, the people cry out to God for salvation from enemies, from possible destruction. I think that in the Gospel stories, they do the same. Word has gotten around that this man Jesus just might be the hoped-for Messiah, so it’s not hard to imagine the people living under Roman occupation crying out once again for deliverance. “Hosanna. Save us. Lead us to success in overthrowing our oppressors.” Of course, that didn’t happen the way they wanted it to, so those cries of “hosanna” didn’t take long to turn into shouts to “crucify him.” So religion allied itself with politics, because one needed the assistance of the other to make this crucifixion happen. It still does. The confusion grows. Those who continued to believe that Jesus is the Messiah stand in utter dismay as they hear the sound of hammer striking nail, of cries of anguish as gravity slowly elongates the torso and distorts the inner organs until the lungs can no longer function. They hear taunts of “save yourself” and derisive laughter as those wielding instruments of power depend on those things for salvation. Then there’s that last gasp for air. And silence. Those who followed Jesus, even if at a bit of a distance, find their confusion increasing as they wonder what comes next. What do we do now? For now, they return home and wait. The combination of Passover and Sabbath are simultaneous events, but celebrating liberation doesn’t quite seem to be the right thing to do. “Are we next? Will there be a knock on my door during the night?” Fear adds to the confusion, and obliterates any sense of peace. Yet, somewhere in the depths of the earth, from the realm of death, comes a faint cry as God’s Messiah enters. “Hosanna. Save us, we beseech you.” You see, we can’t be saved except by the One who enters into all there is to be saved from. That is the meaning of incarnation, that birth we celebrate every winter. And we are saved by One who invites us to enter into his life by dying into ours. And as we live into his life, we share in that which is eternal, so that when we die, our own death becomes new life. Sounds confusing, doesn’t it? But our life as followers of Jesus, the Christ, is to be a witness to God’s power overcoming our weakness working from within ourselves to reveal God’s glory that remains at work in the world God created. And that comes, not by wielding might, but by humbly speaking those words in their true sense. Hosanna. Save us, we beseech you. Maybe when God reveals to each of us just how that happens, all will become as clear as the cloudless dawn of a new day. THE REV. E. WAYNE ROLLINS There’s a sentence at the end of today’s Gospel that has always bothered me. It’s
not one of those “Jesus, I really wish you hadn’t said that” sentences, about something I don’t want to follow. It’s my difficulty in accepting the reality of the statement. “The poor will always be with you.” This comes in the context of an intimate gathering at the home of Mary, Martha, and Lazarus, whom Jesus has recently raised from the dead. Martha is busy in the kitchen and Lazarus is probably still a bit lost in the meaning of what has happened to him, while being aware that he will have to experience death a second time. There are those plotting to make that sooner rather than later, because a lot of folks started to believe Jesus is the Messiah because of Lazarus’ new life. We’re not told how all that worked out for Lazarus, but we know that he will have to experience death again however it occurs. Mary comes into the room, opens a bottle of expensive perfume, and pours it on Jesus’ feet. Judas, the treasurer of the group of disciples, objects. The perfume costs about the same as a year’s wages for the average worker. And while we’re not told this, it’s easy to imagine that Judas wasn’t the only one wondering why it wasn’t sold to help raise money for the poor. Matthew and Mark put that question from the disciples, plural. “She’s preparing for my burial,” Jesus says. Then comes that sentence. “The poor you have always with you, but you will not always have me.” We know about thephysical aspect of that last part and what follows. But my problem is with the first part. Why in God’s creation, which was first pronounced “good,” do we continue to have issues of poverty, homelessness, and starvation? In other words, why hasn’t God fixed that by now? Actually, God has done just that. In the book of Deuteronomy, the book where Moses summarizes everything he’s taught the Hebrew people just before he leaves them and they move into the promised land without him, we have this instruction: There will, however, be no one in need among you, because the Lord is sure to bless you in the land that the Lord your God is giving you as a possession to occupy, if only you will obey the Lord your God by diligently observing this entire commandment that I command you today. When the Lord your God has blessed you, as he promised you, you will lend to many nations, but you will not borrow; you will rule over many nations, but they will not rule over you. If there is among you anyone in need, a member of your community in any of your towns within the land that the Lord your God is giving you, do not be hard- hearted or tight-fisted toward your needy neighbor. You should rather open your hand, willingly lending enough to meet the need, whatever it may be. Be careful that you do not entertain a mean thought, thinking, ‘The seventh year, the year of remission, is near,’ and therefore view your needy neighbor with hostility and give nothing; your neighbor might cry to the Lord against you, and you would incur guilt. Give liberally and be ungrudging when you do so, for on this account the Lord your God will bless you in all your work and in all that you undertake. Since there will never cease to be some in need on the earth, I therefore command you, ‘Open your hand to the poor and needy neighbor in your land.’ [Deut. 15:4- 11] A lot has been written and said regarding John’s perspective on Judas’ hypocrisy and Mary’s devotion. But Jesus’ words, while compassionate toward Mary and her extravagant gift, express the reality that leads him toward the cross. That reality is that we too often choose not to obey the teachings that have been given to us. Furthermore, our disobedience not only sent Jesus to the cross, it continues to crucify him in the form of those whom he said will always be with us. I dare you to ask those losing food assistance what it feels like to face crucifixion because the wealthiest nation in the world chooses to not follow what Moses teaches us, choosing instead to follow the last words of Rhett Butler. Some might point out that Moses says these commandments apply only to those who are also Israelites. And in Moses’ time, that may have been true. But in another place he teaches them that they are to treat the alien in their land as one of their own, for they too, especially as they stand on the Moab side of the Jordan River as he speaks, were once aliens in a foreign land, and God heard their cries for deliverance. And, by the way, they will be aliens in the land they will soon enter. Even if they use a boat named “Mayflower.” Then we have Paul’s words that in Christ “there is no longer Jew nor Greek, male nor female, servant nor free,” but that all are made one in Christ’s death and resurrection. It is into that death, and in hope of that resurrection, that we are baptized, and in our tradition, make a vow to “seek and serve Christ in all persons” and “strive for justice and peace among all people and respect the dignity of every human being.” Those vows, by the way, the church treats with the same seriousness as those made before the altar in holy matrimony. So, looking at the sacrifice that Jesus is about to make while having dinner with his closest friends at Bethany, just a few days before the Passover they, and we, will never forget, I ask you to consider what you give in return. I’m not seeking an offering that will meet the remainder of this year’s budget. I’m also not expecting you to single-handedly solve the problem of poverty in Wilmington, Delaware. But I won’t deny you the opportunity to do either—or both of those things. I’m asking you to consider the abundance of life God gives you, that extravagant gift of mercy, grace, and forgiveness offered on the cross of Jesus, and what you give back in thanksgiving for all of that. I wonder what our little part of the world would be like if the aroma of our extravagant grace filled the air around us. Let’s break open the jars we keep so tightly sealed for ourselves and find out. THE REVERENT E. WAYNE ROLLINS A father had two sons. The older, as usual, very aware of his place and duty in
the family. The younger, a bit wild and adventurous, possibly because he was the one who grew up with an older brother. And, he came along after his parents learned that he wouldn’t break as easily as they thought the first one might. The youngest decides it’s time to see the world. So he asks for the portion of his inheritance that might come along some day, and dad consents. The eldest stays around, helps with the family business, and prepares for roles his aging father might become unable to fulfill. But Dad is still in charge. The younger son discovers that the world is not necessarily his oyster. He spends all his money on having fun, and then finds out what it means to have to work for a living. And what a living it is. He gets a job doing the really dirty work on a pig farm, which, by definition, is not the cleanest place around. And since they’re obviously worth more to the owner of the farm, the pigs eat better than does the son. So he finally decides it’s time to go home. He understands that he’s squandered any right he might have enjoyed, and by requesting his inheritance, even treated his father as if he was dead. Yet, he really has no choice but to return, offering to do menial work just to get a decent meal and some place to sleep. A father had two sons. They don’t have the same mother, as the wife cannot conceive. So she agrees to let her husband try to have a child with her servant. We know them as Abraham, Sarah, and Hagar. Hagar is the birth mother, but she surrenders her son, Ishmael, to Sarah to raise as her own child. But it doesn’t work out as well as they hoped. Eventually, with a bit of divine intervention, Sarah conceives and gives birth to Isaac. This comes after a lot of tension between Hagar and Sarah, and even an attempt to banish Hagar and Ishmael to die in the desert. I often wonder what today’s Middle East might look like if Abraham had the courage to put Hagar and Sarah in the tent, and tell them they had to stay in there until they worked things out. And he wasn’t going to let them turn on the air conditioning. Nevertheless, we have what we have. But the father intervened, and the older son is the beneficiary of a similar promise made to his younger half-brother. As spiritual descendants of the younger one, we tend to forget that part of the story. A father had two sons. The first one did okay for awhile, but then he really, really messed things up. He was given a name that means “of the earth.” Adamah. Adam. And if you’re curious about my designation, check Luke’s genealogy of Jesus. He goes all the way back to the beginning, unlike Matthew. Each generation is listed as “son of” the previous father. When it comes to Adam, Luke says he is “son of God.” A father had two sons. The second one has a different background, a different beginning, if you want to call it that. He walks among his neighbors and friends as one with something other than his own benefit and purpose in mind. Unusual things happen in his presence. The sick are healed. Evil desires and acts cannot sustain themselves. Why, even death seems to be unable to withstand his presence. He is called Yeshua, a variation from Jehoshua, which means “rescuer” or “deliverer.” We use the Greek translation of the Aramaic. Jesus. Today’s Gospel lesson, found only in Luke, is as much about the brothers as it is about the father. We also tend to forget that, because focusing on the brothers makes us a bit uneasy. It’s great to remember that dad opens the door and welcomes us back in. It’s not so great to remember that dad also expects the family to get along. Relationships are often difficult. They were one of the first casualties of what’s called “the Fall” in the garden. They were difficult in Abraham’s time, although the two sons might have gotten along fairly well if their mothers hadn’t been at each other’s throat. In fact, we’re told that the two brothers came together to bury their father when Abraham died. The oldest brother in today’s lesson isn’t too happy about the festivities marking his brother’s return. He makes a valid point—the father never gave him a big party, invited his friends over for a feast. Their words to each other—this son of yours/this brother of yours—gives us a window into the tension of the moment. The party is seen as for the younger son upon his return. Yet, it’s really about the father. He could not help but rejoice that his family was back together. After all, that was the dream he had at the beginning when his children were first born. A father had two sons. They, in turn, had descendants too numerous to count. Thanksgiving is coming, and the feast is being prepared for everyone. It’s time to stop hogging the gravy. THE REV. E. WAYNE ROLLINS Life is in turmoil. The economy is falling apart. Religious life and practice are
under stress. Leadership is driven by fear, whether it be of opposition or of being oppressed by those with more authority. This is the reality faced by Luke’s hearers when he writes his Gospel. It’s probably sometime near the end of the first century, some twenty years after the Roman army destroyed Jerusalem and its temple, and dispersed Jewish residents across the known world. Those who began to follow Jesus of Nazareth aren’t in any better position. In fact, they face increased opposition and oppression as they refuse to acknowledge the emperor of Rome as their god. Most of those who walked alongside Jesus before his crucifixion are gone, many martyred for their faith. Only a few who heard his voice remain, and they are approaching the end of their own lives. The two events mentioned in today’s Gospel lesson are only recorded by Luke. There is no other record of Pilate ordering worshippers killed as they made sacrifices. There is no other record of a tower falling in Siloam, killing eighteen people under its weight. But then, history is not the point. Suffering is. Not suffering as in trying to place blame, find causes, or any other reason trying to answer “why.” Suffering is part of life, and it is that part of life that Jesus joins in his incarnation. It has been said that all of scripture comes from times of conflict and suffering. Each of these times exists for one reason—evil exists in the world, this creation that God pronounced as “good” when it came into existence. In those times of suffering, scripture tells us of one other event that occurs in response to suffering. God shows up, and God speaks. It happened when Abraham wondered if he had left his homeland on a wild goose chase. God showed up, made a promise, and sealed it with a covenant. It wasn’t the first covenant, mind you. There was that rainbow placed after the earth began to dry out in Noah’s time. Today we hear of another one. Moses, who is eighty years old, sees a strangely burning, but not consumed, bush as he tends his father-in-law’s flock. God shows up and speaks. And God’s speech is greater than Moses’ own speech impediment. God has a way of overcoming our own shortcomings. Later on, another covenant, another sign of God’s presence is established in the Passover and passing through the waters of the Sea of Reeds. We keep reading, and we find times when God kept showing up, often in ways that defy human tradition. Deborah, Elijah, other prophets tell the story. The covenant becomes intensely personal. “I will write it on their hearts. I will be their God, they shall be my people." And yet, the Greeks came, then the Romans. Later on, it’s the Ottoman Empire, then World War I and imposition of boundaries by another outsider—Britain. There’s disagreement about just who are “God’s people.” And with that, confusion about who God is even as there’s plenty of evidence as to who God is not. So did those Galileans deserve what Pilate did to them? And what, praytell, did those folks at Siloam do to deserve getting buried under a ton of bricks? You might not like it, but basically Jesus’ answer is “stuff happens.” Jesus isn’t concerned with judging those still alive. He wants them, and us, to be concerned about what happens when we find ourselves before the one who can judge us in the life to come. I don’t want to get into what Martin Luther and others have called “works righteousness” and that debate at this point. It’s too easy to make our faith little more than a transaction, where what happens to us now or later on is in response to our actions or way of life. Yes, there are things that can happen after long periods of engaging in certain habits. My own family tree has instances of terminal illness and death due to too much smoking or drinking or other activities. I’ve also witnessed some who lived a good and healthy life who went through that same suffering, and any attempt to explain why gets lost in the fact that sometimes stuff just happens. It’s not a question of good or evil that caused the event. The question of good or evil gets answered in the journey of everyday life. And that is the point Jesus makes. It’s not getting what you deserve, whether it be good or bad, despite our desire to see good things happen to good people, and the opposite when appropriate according to our own judgement of others. And while I have a friend who has what he calls “quick release karma,” I also have a package of cocktail napkins that have printed on them, “dear karma, I have a list of people you’ve missed.” Some of you have read or heard Brian McLaren, a contemporary pastor and writer. He has a three-volume set of books describing his journey with a new friend. They talk about spiritual matters, and then their discussion turns to the point Jesus makes in today’s Gospel. McLaren’s friend gives his view of the last judgement, and it’s very different from the one presented on the wall of the Sistine Chapel. Basically, what he says is that when we stand before God, and God’s gaze falls upon us, God looks for that image we are given in creation. God looks for that within us that is of God, and all else is instantly burned away. What remains is what is of God—what is still pronounced 2good, for only that can live forever in God’s presence. If there is nothing of God left, then life ends for us. And to be forever dead, outside God’s presence, is hell. Maybe one day each of us will discover whether that’s true, whether it really happens that way. The first step toward that is to follow Jesus, and stop trying to judge why things happen the way they do. Instead, when suffering comes our way, or we find ourselves with others who suffer, we pray that God will once again show up and lead us through the suffering into a new and changed life enjoyed in God’s abundance. That is the message of the cross. And it’s the hope of the resurrection that follows. THE REVEREND E. WAYNE ROLLINS In seminary and elsewhere, I’ve often engaged in conversations around a couple
of questions basic to our faith. Actually, it’s one question, with two related aspects. The question is about salvation. The two aspects? From what? For what? We try to focus our discussion of salvation in positive rather than negative terms. Most of those I speak with grew into faith by hearing that we were saved from eternal punishment, the same as I did. And while that can be comforting, it begs the question that wonders what we do in the meantime while we’re alive here to keep us from doing something worthy of that punishment. Then we realize we’re talking about a transactional faith, which begins another discussion. In the first century, the idea of eternal or everlasting life was relatively new, at least from a Christian perspective. Egyptian and Greek traditions held that life did continue. We have evidence of that in Egyptian tombs where provisions for the next life were interred along with the embalmed body. Greek thought focused on realms of the dead, ruled by Hades, and Elysian fields of peace and delight for those who deserved it. Those places were mostly reserved for those of higher rank or heroic deeds. Before their time in Egypt and later in Babylonian exile, Jewish thought was that life continued through descendants who would carry on your name as new generations were born. This teaching continued into Jesus’ time, the Sadducees being those who resisted any mention of life after death except through one’s offspring. This is the case with Abram. He and his wife, Sarai, are way beyond their child- bearing years. They should be sitting in rocking chairs while their grandchildren tend to their own offspring playing around the yard. But that’s not their reality. Abram raises the question with God, and hears a promise the aging couple find difficult to believe. We’re told Sarai laughed. I imagine Abram had a bit of difficulty keeping a straight face, too. But, then, I don’t think Sarai laughed as much at the promise as she did that she and Abram were going to become a new parents. But the promise came true. And with that, Abram and Sarai became witnesses to the salvation of God. No, they didn’t talk about eternal life or heaven or any of that. But they did know and experience salvation, for one basic reason. They became the vessels for the fulfillment of a truth that even they must have doubted. And along with that, they got the middle of the night feedings, the diaper changes, teething, the “terrible twos,” and everything else that comes with raising a child, along with a very real sign of what can happen when God promises something and seals it with a covenant. And it was only one child born to the two of them. I t’s1going to take a while before his descendants become as numerous as the stars in the night sky. Salvation is a work in progress and not yet complete. And with that, we have to remember that Isaac’s half-brother Ishmael was also a beneficiary of a similar promise. When Paul wrote to the church in Philippi, he composed his most joyous letter. It’s rather brief, yet Paul packs his words with hope and assurance as he continues his relationship with a community of believers, although from a distance. But life is not always joyful, as there are others who deny the full effect of the crucifixion and resurrection of Jesus and its meaning for all humanity and creation. Paul calls them “enemies of the cross of Christ.” They are those who continue to misunderstand or deny this new relationship with God that includes everyone—Jew and Gentile. The church, and by that I mean the institution as opposed to what Paul calls the Body of Christ, has debated some of these same issues over the centuries. While the Philippian church faces questions around Jewish law and ritual, especially the requirement for circumcision, the institutional church continues to debate issues of baptism and its requirement to be part of the community of the faithful. As recently as last year at General Convention, the decision was made to continue to require Holy Baptism to receive Holy Communion. So my seminary debate continues, and just when we think we might have an answer, a corollary raises up and says, “look over here.” At the heart of our debates, though, seems to be our acceptance of an answer to “who is saved?” The from and for angles might just fall into place when we accept the truth of the answer given to us in the cross and resurrection of Jesus. A more lengthy debate centers around whether it’s because of something we do, or whether what we do is really in response to what God has already done. Stay tuned. I say all that to prepare for what I believe is the answer, and its corollaries that arise. I believe the greatest aspect of salvation is that we are saved, not just from hell, or for heaven, not from punishment or for eternal bliss, not even from physical death. We are saved from the fear of all those things, or the fear of not obtaining them. You might ask “how are we saved?” A colleague who is of the Quaker faith posed the question one evening. “How does the cross save you?” he liked to ask. I smiled, and wondered aloud what kind of answer he had received up to that moment, trying to delay the fact that I wasn’t sure whether I had a good one to give. He said he hadn’t really gotten one yet. That remained the case for the rest of the evening. I’m not one who likes to be left in the position of not having answers, so I worked on it over the next ten years or so. The cross of Jesus saves us because Jesus died on it, not to take our place or to rescue us from a cross of our own. Jesus’ death is not a bargaining chip between God and Satan. He suffered the ultimate penalty, one that scripture says makes him an abomination, to show us that we are not alone when suffering comes our way. 2Jesus entered into the realm of death so that those who had died might know the promise that Jesus offers to each of us from the cross. His words at the end of Matthew’s gospel, “I will be with you always,” are not just about the good times. He joins us in death, because entering into ministry by joining others where they are is how true transformation takes place, including resurrection from the many death-dealing ways of our world. Jesus joins us in the worst possible moments of our lives, and journeys with us through them and into new life. There are those who teach that life in Christ is supposed to always be happy and prosperous. When Paul tells the Philippians to “rejoice always,” he doesn’t mean they are to live in blissful ignorance. They can rejoice because they are not alone. Christ joins them in times of confusion and suffering, a reminder that God’s promises remain true, just as they were with Abraham. That is the promise of salvation. In times of suffering, when we feel most alone, God continues the promise by showing up and reminding us. We are saved from fear, and saved for life abundant—more life, not more things. And the lives we live now, between the time of hearing the promise and its ultimate fulfillment, reveal whether we are friends of the suffering One whose cross shows us just how far that promise extends. Does this mean we invite suffering? “By no means,” to quote a polite Apostle Paul. It also means we don’t inflict it on others, nor do we encourage those who do, but, instead, offer the flourishing life of salvation to all those for whom Jesus died. Here’s a hint: that’s everyone. Today’s enemies of the cross of Christ don’t want us to believe that the promise is to those who aren’t just like us. There is an old poem I learned in part while singing in a church choir during my
college years. The verses were once part of our hymnals, and some of you may recall singing them. They’ve fallen out of favor, though, due to what is now heard as sexist language. The poem, written by James Russell Lowell in 1845, was published in the Boston Globe in order to alert its readers that work was underway to admit Texas into the United States as a slave-holding state. This was before the Civil War, but abolition of slavery was very much in the nation’s conscience, and dividing lines were being drawn. The words I remember begin this way. Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, in the strife of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side. Today’s Gospel lesson, a version of which is heard each year on this First Sunday in Lent, tells us about Jesus facing that very moment. He’s an adult who has just been baptized. Perhaps he heard the words spoken: “This is my Son, my beloved, in whom I am well-pleased.” Maybe he heard the sound of the heavens breaking open, and saw or felt the very Spirit of God descending upon him. If he did, and we dare draw closely by his side, we can imagine the spiritual and emotional high he must have felt. But that same Spirit drove him into the desert. Forty days, we’re told, echoing a previous forty years between Egypt and the Promised Land, and one of the two stories about the flood. He’s got nothing except the clothes on his back, not even a toothbrush. At the end, he’s hungry, he’s tired. He looks weak. So you know who shows up. “You’re hungry. You have the power to turn rocks into bread. Go ahead. Help yourself.” Imagine being able to do that and turn a whole geographical region into enough bread to feed the masses. Go ahead, give it a try. Sounds tempting, doesn’t it? I mean, imagine being able to solve world hunger by a single act of power, just because you can. But that kind of hunger comes back after a few hours. The fix isn’t permanent. And the cost? Well, it’s huge. Let’s try something else, something a bit more enticing. A quick world tour, and all of it can be yours, and in at least one set of eyes, the price is right. “Just worship me,” says the devil. Now, we’ll have to wrestle with the statement, “all you see has been given over to me to do what I want with it” another time, but it does grab our attention, and explains a lot. The answer? Another no. Let’s get personal now. Jump off this tower, and watch as an army of angels comes and cushions your fall so you won’t get even a bruise. No boo-boos, no owies, 1just a nice, soft landing. Just, you know, give the devil credit for it all. After all, the devil made you do it, or at least said it was okay. Once, to every person, every nation, comes the moment to decide. Maybe more than once, but the first time a decision must be made sets the standard for all that follows. We always have choices before us. Even when we look closely, it’s often difficult to decide what is good or what is not so good. Take a look at the conversation between Jesus and the devil. Both quote scripture to each other. The opportunities presented to Jesus could be life-changing, not just for him, but for the world, at least at first glance. But as I already mentioned, the hunger to be satisfied will return. The power offered is what empires, including Rome during the first century, long for but find is only temporary. Empires come and go, and eventually dissolve or implode under their own dis-ease and the weight of internal corruption. For no amount of power is enough when power is the primary goal. The same goes for personal safety. Imagine not feeling any pain, or showing any sign of illness or suffering. It seems like a pretty good option, but it also shelters us from any sense of empathy or compassion for those who do feel those things. And the time will come when some some event shatters that illusion, and we’re left totally unprepared and unable to cope with the consequences. We know what Jesus decided. What about us? And what if the decision we make turns out to have the opposite effect of what we hoped? Nikos Kazantzakis, in his book The Last Temptation of Christ, which Martin Scorsese made into a movie, presents a familiar one to us. As he’s hanging on a cross in the hot Middle Eastern sun, gasping for breath, the devil finds the opportunity he’s been waiting for. Jesus is presented with the idea that he could have rejected everything his life stood for, and could have a home, a wife, lots of kids playing around him. He wouldn’t be suffering on a cross. But the world around him, the one his children would grow up in, remains very much in the clutches of evil. Now, having said that, it seems that hasn’t changed all that much. What did change is what Jesus presents to us, and whether we truly accept the offer. The church, the Body of Christ, is called to live as an alternative to the wealth- seeking, power-hungry, barricaded, buttressed, and bunkered way of life set before us by the world. Those who follow after Jesus, who accept the same offer evil rejected when Jesus offered it to the devil, remind us again and again and invite us to see and live in a world that is God’s kingdom, where God reigns in mercy, grace, and love, and to live that way of life in the way of peace and reconciliation. And God’s reign becomes known not because God imposes it on us, but because we choose to live the alternative way of life offered to us in the cross of Christ. Once to every person and nation comes the moment to decide. Which will it be? Will we choose power and status, and live in fear of losing it? Or will we choose the freedom Jesus offers, where there’s something more ahead of us instead of the fleeting offer of a world hell-bent on decay and destruction? Our decision now sets the path for the rest of our journey. You see, it’s not the decisions we make when we feel strong that really define our faith. It’s where we turn in times of weakness that reveal who we are as children of God. As scripture tells us, it is the God who shows up and speaks on our behalf who is our true strength. And in a few weeks, we’ll gather to celebrate what that really means not just for us, but for all creation. From time to time, we hear someone say something about being “grounded.” It
may be a friend, maybe a spiritual guide, or reading something from any number of available self-help books and podcasts. Or, you could be talking to an electrician or an air traffic controller. Or your mom. Context matters. The topic was raised at a recent clergy meeting. When I heard it and read some of the helpful description of the desired process, I thought “we already have what we need, and we're getting ready to tell everyone about it again.” Those words? “Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.” Ash Wednesday is one of those days where we remind ourselves that we are human, and like every other human being, save two or three mentioned in scripture, we will one day die. We get marked with a cross formed from the ashes of previous years’ palm fronds. We repeat words of confession and remorse. We promise to do better. Then we keep being human and try to defy death. Let’s consider these familiar words, “remember that you are dust” in the context of “being grounded.” I wondered how scripture treats that word, grounded, so I did a quick check. It never occurs in one popular translation. In the NRSV, which we use most often, it appears once. Ephesians 3:17 tells us to be “rooted and grounded in love.” Still curious, I checked to see what the Greek word is that’s translated as “grounded.” A translation of tethemeliōmenoi could be grounded, or it could mean firmly established, or also founded. What is not open for debate is the source of tethemeliōmenoi. It is agape, which the Apostle Paul, echoing Greek philosophy, says is the greatest form of love. With all that in mind, hear again those words “remember that you are dust.” No doubt, whomever first penned (or quilled) those words into our liturgy for this day had in mind the creation story from Genesis. God formed the first humans out of the dust of the earth. And, when we stand at a graveside, we repeat those words along with some others--earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. The words we repeat today are part of that similar phrase, but they mean much more than simply reminding us that we will someday die. They serve as a reminder that we are created by God, who gave life to those first humans by breathing--giving God’s own Spirit--into them. And they mean another thing, one which we need to keep reminding ourselves. We don't do that to ourselves. We are not God. Now, I've said many times that it is a good and joyful thing that I'm not in charge of lightning. Mostly, that’s a good thing because I often find it difficult to do what we 1believe God does for us today. I don’t think I could keep accepting all of us who keep coming back, week after week, year after year, trusting that God’s forgiveness is just as real and true as it was the first time we acknowledged our need for it. Created in God’s image, created for good works? Yes. But allowing room at the very core of my being for those who keep denying that image, refusing to do that work? That seems to be a lot more difficult than saying “let there be light.” And yet, that is the love we’re grounded in. It’s the love for the very ground from which we are formed, and to which we shall return that not only allows us to keep coming back, but which welcomes us home with a feast that continues to amaze us by its offering us a place at the table. So remember that you are dust. Remember this day and always that you are grounded, firmly established, that your very foundation is Love itself. We are loved so that we learn to love, giving away this wondrous mystery that we mark in ashes today, and which is marked at the very core of our own being as children of God. THE REVEREND E.WAYNE ROLLINS I’m a bit of a fan of television shows and movies that deal with the supernatural.
Be they somewhat campy, like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or the show named “Supernatural,” I like watching the special effects and the often fun interpretation of the material. Lately, instead of watching the news, I’ve been opting for something a bit less depressing, so I’ve been watching reruns of the show Grimm. At least, in the forty- minute span of the show, the good guys come out ahead, even if they are a bit scratched-up. In the show Supernatural, one season focused on heaven being closed and all the angels suddenly cast down to earth. They remain spiritual beings while searching for a willing, or maybe sometimes not-so-willing human being to inhabit. Some of those humans volunteer, eager to be not just touched, but possessed by an angel. But there’s a problem. Some of the more eager ones don’t consider a major side effect of being inhabited by the glory of an angel. If they’re not truly worthy, they explode. That does a lot more than just make a mess of the carpet. That was a consideration of those gathered at the base of Mt. Sinai. As the descendants of Jacob who bear his name, Israel, approach the mountain, its peak is shrouded in a dark cloud. Lightning flashes, and the ground trembles with the presence of its Creator. The people beg Moses to intercede for them, for coming too close to God, even catching a quick glimpse, will result in death. It’s even a bit much for Moses, whose very being is transformed after standing in the nearer presence of God. His followers are so afraid that Moses has to start wearing a veil when he’s with them. He removes the veil when he’s in God’s presence, like a simple veil could prevent God from seeing Moses. Fast forward a few millennia, and we have the story of Jesus going onto a mountain to pray. He takes three of his closest friends with him, who witness a strange event. Suddenly, Moses and Elijah appear, and speak with Jesus, who is himself transformed, or as the word of the day puts it, transfigured before their very eyes. Even his clothing is changed in a way that would make the Oxyclean guy jealous. Peter speaks up, and then the voice of God is heard. “This is my Son. Listen to him!” Then just as suddenly, everything appears to be normal. Not like going through that experience is ever going to let things go back to how they were, mind you. In some versions of this story, Jesus tells his companions to keep quiet about what they’ve seen. Luke tells us they choose to not tell anyone. They probably needed a lot more time to process the events of the evening.I imagine we would need some time, too. I mean, how do you tell others about seeing the very glory of God suddenly filling a person you’ve been hanging around with for some time? In fact, how do you describe the glory of God in the first place? An attribute of the One who by definition cannot be defined is pretty much itself indescribable. But we don’t give up. Glory is not just an attribute of God. It is an accompanying sign that God is present. Dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and earthquakes may not simultaneously occur, but as much as we might in human form, we sense that something is different, and that everything is suddenly changed. I’ve known some who say they can see auras. Personally, I seem to be more adept at noticing the absence of such things as halos than observing them around others. Maybe some are more attuned to those things. Sometimes I wonder if they’re simply trying to make an impression, much like many whom I’ve heard trying to pray in tongues but who seem to repeat nonsense syllables in a noticeable pattern. That’s between them and God.But in a way, the effect is to do the same thing the people of Israel asked Moses to do. The effect of the presence of God is veiled, often to the point that no one else notices that God was even in the neighborhood. And, if God really wanted to show up and be fully known, I’m pretty sure God could do that despite our attempts to shield ourselves and others. Charles Wesley wrote some familiar words about all this. We sing them at least once a year: “Veiled in flesh the God-head see. Hail the incarnate Deity.” It’s easy for us to explain all this away by making it only about Jesus. You probably have figured out by now that I think there’s more to it than that, not that that isn’t enough. We veil ourselves in many ways to keep a safe distance from the glory of God, the presence of our Creator. We hide behind tradition, our limited understanding of the nature of God’s being, even ceremonial garb to present ourselves before others even as we claim to speak and act for God. Like I’ve said, it’s not that God can’t show up despite all that and accomplish what God desires. God is already known to work around our veils of gender and identity and skin color. Even the veil of age can’t inhibit the glory of God. Just ask Sarah and Abraham about that when you get a chance. I think our most dense veils are those we see with limited eyes, placing them on others. We choose to not see the glory of God in the poor and needy, the sick and suffering, even those who linger at the threshold of death. We want to see the glory of God in wealth and power and the wielding thereof. But John’s Gospel, and Paul’s teaching, puts the full manifestation of the glory of God on a lonely hill outside Jerusalem, where a cross stood to reveal who God is for us. But God didn’t stop there. Death itself was transfigured during those three awful days. Because not even the captivity of death, or a dank, smelly tomb, could hold back the real glory of God. When we consider that, it makes our attempts at veiling God’s presence seem quite silly.So, once we get it together, it’s time to tell anyone who will listen about our experiences of the glory of God. It’s time to rip off the veils we wear, and force others to put on, and let God’s presence shine through and around us. We’ve waited long enough. |
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