Act! -- A Sermon on Micah 6

I preached this to the good people of Davis Lutheran Church and Lutheran Church of the Incarnation at their midweek Lenten Evening Prayer. The theme for their Lenten season is "Continuing the Covenant of Baptism" and the focus for this week was "creating justice and peace throughout the earth." The text Jeff and Dan selected for me to preach on was Micah 6:6-8. Funny how the Spirit moves, sometimes.

I went to college at California Lutheran University. It’s a great institution, and I’m so proud to be an alum of an ELCA college. While I was a student there, I worked in the library as a Writing Center tutor. I helped undergrads and grad students write papers, and plan research and presentations. I did this because I love words, and because I am a grammar nerd. So when I looked at this passage from the prophet Micah, I was struck by the punctuation. 

In these three verses of Micah, as translated by the New Revised Standard Version, I noticed that there are five questions. There is not one declarative sentence. There’s one independent clause, but it’s attached to a question via a semicolon. “God has told you, O mortal, what is good; and what does the lord require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God?”



There’s a lot to question in this world. In this prophecy, Micah speaks on behalf of the people, asking their questions. The first four questions are about what to give to God. What to offer? What is enough? What will please the Lord? I have sinned, and now I need to remedy that. The questioner is, seemingly, distraught. But as the prophet replies on behalf of YHWH, with, I assume, a light chuckle, the questioner already knows the answer. “God has told you, O mortal, what is good,” he says. Sure, we know, but we don’t always do.

As Martin Luther would remind us, we are simultaneously saint and sinner. We have sinned against God and against one another, probably today. But Micah, prophet of God, says to go forward, treating one another justly, kindly, and with humility. It’s a new day.

Yesterday morning, I saw on Facebook a photo of an ELCA colleague of mine, Sylvia, wearing a clerical collar and holding up a sign that says “Love, not Hate” and she’s standing next to a woman with a sign that says “do justly, love kindness.” They’re at a protest outside a Donald Trump event on the campus of Lenoir-Rhyne University, an ELCA college in Hickory, NC. They and hundreds of other Lutherans and people of faith gathered to sing hymns, and to pray, and remind us all--like this text from Micah does--of our simple responsibilities.

Inside the event, a Christian minister spoke in advance of the candidate, calling out Democratic Socialist candidate Bernie Sanders’ Jewish identity. He said that Senator Sanders “gotta meet Jesus” and “gotta get saved.” [1] This is not okay.

We cannot, ever, disparage our sisters and brothers of the Book--Jews or Muslims--for their different relationships to the God we know.

We cannot, like many preachers have done and will do, use this Micah text or texts like it to disparage our Jewish sisters and brothers.

We cannot read texts like this and claim superiority over their covenant, over their sacrificial history.

Jesus the Christ told us that he came not to abolish the law but to fulfill it. We have a tendency to erase the entirety of the Mosaic tradition by lumping it all under animal sacrifice and considering ourselves far too sophisticated for such a thing. We have a new covenant, after all, that does not demand such activity.

In our modern expression of Christianity, even if we are going to ignore most of Jewish Law, we are not free to ignore the History and the Prophets. Here, Micah tells us exactly what activity God still demands.

Do justice. Love kindness. Walk humbly.

It is our right as Americans to speak freely in public. It is our responsibility as Christians to speak freely and boldly in public against bigotry and hatemongering, wherever we hear it. As we do justice, as we love kindness, as we walk humbly, we must act when our words are unjust, unkind, unhumble. We must.

In this season of Lent, Christians have been reflecting, thinking, reading, praying, fasting. We have tried to look at ourselves through different eyes, considering our shortcomings and working to reorient ourselves toward God.

I’ve endeavored, these 40 days, to consider the spiritual discipline of joy. I’ve been working hard at enjoying myself. You heard that right. Like I told the LEVNeers this Monday, anything can be a spiritual practice if you put your spirit into it. The reason I made this choice this year is because I spent the first several weeks of 2016 in a near constant state of lament. The world is a mess. It is so easy to look at the morning’s headlines and crawl right back into bed.

Consider these, which I read just this morning:

  • “White House announces new North Korea sanctions”
  • “Mitch McConnell says he'll continue to refuse to support any SCOTUS nominee President Obama puts forward”
  • “Zika mosquitos may spread to New York and LA this summer”
  • “FIFA admits to accepting bribes for World Cup hosting”
  • “Over one million refugees have entered Greece since 2015”
  • “Two suicide bombers kill 22 near Boko Haram stronghold in Nigeria”

Let’s take a deep breath.

In the interest of not ignoring and, in fact, diving deeper into the traditions of our Jewish roots, I present to you my favorite commentary on Micah 6:8. The Talmud says: “Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world’s grief. Do justly, now. Love mercy, now. Walk humbly, now. You are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to abandon it.”

That’s the key, my friends. It is not that we need to pretend that the world is perfect. The rabbis who wrote the Talmud acknowledge that the world’s grief is enormous. And they wrote it more than 1500 years ago, during which time the world’s grief has only grown. The acknowledgment of the grief, the lament, is not the end, either. We are called to act.

Do justly, now. Love mercy, now. Walk humbly, now.

Rejoice! — A Sermon in the Mud

Joshua 5:9-12
Psalm 32
2 Corinthians 5:16-21
Luke 15:1-3, 11b-32

Grace and peace from God our Creator, hope in our Redeemer Jesus the Christ, and the promised gifts of the Holy Spirit are with you, always.


I say that little affirmation at the beginning of every sermon I preach. I don’t really remember when I started doing that, or how I pieced those words together, exactly. It’s a greeting, I guess, like the beginning of all the New Testament letters. And it’s true. I’m here to tell you that, always, in all times and in all places, the grace and peace of God are with you. You are full of the hope of the liberative acts of Christ. And your spiritual giftedness is abundant. Word!


I’m mentioning it, because the parable that Jesus tells the Pharisees in this week’s Gospel lesson is about being gone and then being back. It’s about being lost and then finding the way home. It’s about being alone and then being reunited. It’s about separation and reconciliation. It’s a story you might know fairly well, or maybe tonight was the first time you heard it. Maybe you’ve heard people use the phrase “prodigal son” to describe someone. Maybe you’ve been thought of--or thought of yourself--as this wayward one. Maybe tonight you’re feeling that way. Where are you? Where’s God? Where’s home?


I’m here to tell you that even without your knowing it, that which was lost has been found again! You who were presumed dead are alive again! You were alive all along. In your baptism you died and were raised again to new life. Amen! Thanks be to God! (We can’t say Hallelujah because it’s Lent, but, I just did. Oops).


So! In the story Jesus tells, there’s a rich man and there are two sons. One son wants his inheritance in advance. The father agrees, splits the fortune, and off the son goes. Meanwhile, the other one stays and lives and works and goes about his day-to-day life with the family. I’m sure we are all surprised to hear that the first son totally blows it. He spends all the money, sells all the heirlooms, gambles and loses. He ends up in some mud with some pigs, whose meal he envies.


That’s like the most rock bottom I think I’ve ever heard.


Let’s sit there in that muck for a second. This is Lent, after all. Let’s think about the other places we’ve been in the stories so far this season. We’ve been in the desert, where Jesus was tempted. Where else? We’ve been in Jerusalem, where Jesus is not welcome. We’ve been in an orchard with a dying fig tree. And today, we’re in a pigsty. Excellent.


Michaela Bruzzese, who writes for Sojourners, has this to say:  “Having confronted our personal demons in the desert, by week four of Lent we should have a good idea of our shortcomings, our lack of faith, our tendency to worship false gods.” Sitting in that mud, thinking about the inheritance we’ve just squandered, we’re not going to be feeling great about ourselves. Self-esteem is going to be at probably an all-time low.


And not just as individuals! As we, here in this place, and as part of the larger Church and society think about how we got to the messes we’re in, we can feel pretty guilty of wastefulness, too. How have we treated our planet? How have we treated our neighbors? What have we destroyed by not even allowing the creative process to take hold?


Episcopal theologian and author Diana Butler Bass has us convicted here, too. “Corporately,” she writes,  “we need to throw ourselves at God’s feet, asking forgiveness for all the ways in which we have wasted our inheritance.”


But she thinks we’ve had enough mud, now. So she finishes that paragraph by saying, “Lest we become disheartened by all this self-reflection, this week’s readings give us all the reason we need to turn toward home.” Just like that wayward son did. He got up out of that mud, by the grace of God, and went home.


I read an excerpt from a book about Christian religious experience, written by Doris Donnelly, a pastoral theology and spirituality professor. In it, she suggests we take a particularly Lenten focus on joy. Not usually the feeling we associate with this somber, dark season of penitence, is it? But! When we talked in previous weeks about repentance, what did we say that word meant? Turning around, right? Turning toward God? Turning toward home? And when we are closer to God, when we feel the presence of God with us right this minute, what does that feel like? Does that feel encouraging? Does that feel supportive? Does that feel hopeful? Does that feel joyous!?


When the prodigal son returned to his father’s house, there was a big party. It was probably awesome. Expecting his father to treat him as badly as he had treated his father in the leaving, this prodigal son is floored by the joyous reception he gets. Thanks be to God! He’s home! He’s safe! He’s found! His father could not be more pleased to see him.





Chew on a piece of what Doris wrote about this Lenten discipline of joy: “Reflecting on joy...may inspire us to alter the status quo and to anoint each other with the oil of gladness more readily than before. Maybe we owe it to each other to do just that. Maybe we owe it to ourselves to survey our culpability as squelchers of joy in others and of being part of systems and institutions that do not tolerate, let alone encourage, joy. Maybe we need to redress the balance of somberness by gladdening others with support, kind words, encouragement, laughter, hope, time, and the simple gift of self. It wouldn’t hurt. It could heal.”


As we move through this season of Lent, edging closer to Holy Week, reflect on joy. That doesn’t mean “be happy” all the time. It doesn’t mean ignore pain. It doesn’t mean ignore doubt. Reflect on joy. Remember the most joyful celebration you’ve ever been a part of. It warms you up right now, just to think about it, doesn’t it? The message of this Gospel lesson is that every time God remembers you, God rejoices. Every time.


Remember that however far off you feel you’ve gone, your father and mother in heaven is overjoyed at the prospect of your return. When you feel the least celebrate-able, God leaps for joy on your behalf. You are never outside of the love of God. You have never wandered too far. You are found, you are forgiven, you are beloved. Rejoice, sisters and brothers. Rejoice!


Amen.

Hamilton, again. Except Burr.

You may think I am cheating because I've already blogged about Hamilton kind of but it's not cheating because I have been listening to the musical non-stop since then and so it's basically the only thing I have engaged--theologically or otherwise--in a week. It's playing in the background right now as I'm writing. And probably will be playing in the background (of my life) whenever you're reading this. Okay maybe not forever but at least the first time.

There's so much to be said about how much Hamilton has made me feel. (Like that time when there was a lyrical reference to The Last Five Years and you BETCHA I gasped and then cried.)

But! What I want to grab at this week is the profound sense of loss expressed by Aaron Burr. I know, I know, he's like the bad guy or whatever. But! In the first act, Burr (played beautifully by Leslie Odom, Jr.) sings "Wait For It." The first verse is about the married woman he has a relationship with. He can't really have her, because her husband is a British soldier. Whoops.

[Pro tip: go on Spotify and play this song. It'll help you to get where I'm coming from if you can hear the resignation in his voice, and then the rising to meet the anguish of the ensemble.]

He sings:
"Love doesn't discriminate
between the sinners and the saints
it takes and it takes and it takes
and we keep loving anyway.
We laugh and we cry
and we break
and we make our mistakes.
And if there's a reason I'm by her side
when so many have tried
then I'm willing to wait for it
wait for it wait for it."
The next verse is about the deaths of his parents, and so the chorus is altered slightly--and this is where the theologizing of his experience just leaps out of my speakers:
"Death doesn't discriminate
between the sinners and the saints
it takes and it takes and it takes
and we keep living anyway.
We rise and we fall
and we break
and we make our mistakes.
And if there's a reason I'm still alive
when everyone who loves me has died
then I'm willing to wait for it,
wait for it, wait for it."
This is what's hard about not ascribing to an "everything happens for a reason" kind of understanding of God, because we can't say "this death all around you is the direct work of God" and be satisfied with that explanation. Lutherans like myself are so easily able to say that God doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints because we know ourselves to be simultaneously sinner and saint! That's the mess of it. "We keep living, anyway. We rise, and we fall, and we break, and we make our mistakes." And God rises and falls with us.

And I cannot ignore the pronouns. We keep living anyway. We rise and we fall and we break and we make our mistakes. There's a recognition of the communal nature of this type of suffering, but then there's a deep loneliness in the return to the singular pronouns of "I'm still alive when everyone who loves me has died."

And I don't know how long he waits. Is that one of those "all questions answered at the pearly gates" kind of things? Because we all know I'm not there with that.

I wonder: is he waiting for a time when he can live a life not marked by loss? Living alongside his beloved partner and child(ren), not in secret, not in fear. Living into a new generation, less pre-occupied with the death of his own parents. After the war, after the revolution, not surrounded by fallen soldiers, all so young. I think Burr just wants to live a whole, whole life. And who among us can't identify with that?!