Home -- Jeremiah 29:1, 4-14

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. Amen.

There are few words that bring more comfort to my mind than the word “home.” It’s a small word. Only four letters. Only one syllable. Home. “Honey, I’m home!” we shout. “Home, sweet home,” we sigh. We go home for the holidays, or our families come home to us! It’s where the heart is, we sometimes say. It’s where your mom is, a friend of mine says.

And we can feel at home even when we are not—when we gather with people from home in a new place, when we hug an old friend, when we hear an old, familiar song. Home is a place for togetherness. It’s where we celebrate important occasions and life milestones. It’s where we pass on traditions—food, music, dress, customs, ways of being in relationship. It’s where we look at old photos and laugh about fashions and learn about generations that came before us. Home is where we become who we are.

For Jeremiah’s listeners, those in exile in Babylon, the word “home” did not mean what it means to us. For refugees and internally displaced people in our modern world, “home” does not mean the same as it means to us. People in exile live in an uncertainty as to how long they’ll be where they are, if they’ll ever return to where they came from—if their dwelling places will even be standing, were they to return there.

It’s likely that the exiles were a bit grumbly about their forced migration. The Israelites are a grumbly people, if you recall their upset about the manna from heaven in the wilderness being tasteless and uninteresting, after God had miraculously provided it to them for their survival. It’s always something.

But in verse 7 of the Jeremiah reading, it is written, “seek the welfare of the city where I have sent you into exile, and pray to the Lord on its behalf, for in its welfare you will find your welfare.”  That doesn’t make it sound like Babylon is a place they’re just visiting.

An Episcopal priest named Martin Smith wrote a really great piece about this, and he says that, with these words, the exiles are being invited to trust that their time in Babylon is not outside of God’s vision for them as the chosen people.

“If they would only reject the poison of resentment,” Martin Smith writes, "then they could live and learn—and be prepared by God—for an eventual restoration. They must feel for and with their new neighbors. They must identify appropriately with the city that is now their provisional home, for all its overpowering strangeness.” It is by digging in to their new community that they will be restored.

And so God tells the people to make themselves at home in Babylon. “Build houses and live in them,” Jeremiah writes. “Plant gardens, and eat what they produce. Take wives, and have sons and daughters; take wives for your sons, and give your daughters in marriage; multiply there, and do not decrease.” If God is encouraging the exiles to have children and to ensure that those children have children, this exile is not going to be over any time soon. Generations will live in this new place, and generations will pass away in this new place. This exile is going to be a whole different ballgame.

For those of us who certainly can go home again, it can be hard to hear this Word of God about exile and know what to make of it. But Malinda Elizabeth Berry says that, “Our experiences and the ways they teach us to adapt, change, and grow is part of God's shalom project—caring about the communities where we find ourselves because our welfare is beautifully bound up in those places we call home.” It’s our responsibility to get invested in the communities in which we live, for we are inextricably bound together.

Though we may not feel like we live in a state of exile this morning, we can still heed these words. We can still dig in to the communities in which we live, seeking the welfare of those with whom we share this place. We as the people of God are not meant to insular and self-centered and exclusive. We’re meant to shine the light of the promises of God to all nations, all people, all neighbors. That’s what the exiles were supposed to do, and that’s still what we’re supposed to do.

But it’s not that God misunderstands, though, that it is going to be hard. The “overpowering strangeness” of the Babylonians cannot be understated. The customs were not Jewish, there was no temple, there was no liturgy, there were no priests. It was not like home. In fact, it was the worst environment that many of these people had ever found themselves in. The oppressive Babylonian regime was no walk in the park. The exiles needed these words of support from their God.

Renita Weems, a professor from Georgia, wrote a commentary on the book of Jeremiah. In it, she explains that Jeremiah is survival literature and protest literature. Have you read The Joy Luck Club or Night or Souls of Black Folks? These are modern literary examples of the kind of thing that Renita Weems is saying Jeremiah was writing for his people. She writes that, “Rather than trivializing their suffering or interpreting it away, these writers face their community’s suffering with courage and in protest.”

Because, from the sounds of this letter from the prophet Jeremiah, they weren’t headed home at the end of the day. For the exiles, thinking of the word “home” was no longer going to call to mind the warm feelings of comfort and family that we’re calling to mind, now. That image of home was just going to be a reminder of their exile. Of their away-ness from that. Of their inability to raise their children in the traditions they’d been raised with. Of their inability to eat and drink and work and worship the ways they’d always known. And so, because home could not be that place, could maybe never be a place at all, anymore, home-ness came from God. It was in the promises of God that the exiles could have confidence in their identities. They could raise their children in the same covenant relationship they had known. In that sense, they could be home, again.

And the book of Jeremiah tells us all about God’s relationship to God’s people. Later in the book, he’ll write about his vision for a new beginning and a new covenant, not just a touch-up. Renita Weems writes that Jeremiah, “imagined God painting a different picture of life with a completely new canvas.” And “God is one who so empathizes with the world as to identify with broken societies, exiled communities, tortured peoples, and lands laid waste.” If we take Jeremiah seriously, he’s telling us that “out of ruin can come resurrection.”

Earlier, I said that we may not feel like we’re in a state of exile this morning. Maybe you do. Maybe you feel like you just can’t get a hold on things. Like you’re always in between things, always transitioning, rushing, changing, moving. Never quite settling. Never quite home. Maybe, in the midst of that, you feel like God is too far away. Maybe you feel like you need to be restored. Maybe you feel dead enough to need resurrecting.

Throughout his prophetic writing, Jeremiah knows that God has not abandoned them. God has not broken God’s promises, not once. You’ve maybe heard Jeremiah 29:11 a million times—“for surely I know the plans I have for you, plans for your welfare and not for harm, to give you a future with hope.” There’s a future, and it’s hopeful. And God is with us, here, now and there, then. “When you search for me, you will find me,” Jeremiah says that God says. “When you call upon me and come and pray to me I will hear you.”

In the hymn we’re going to sing, we’ll hear these words once more. “Do not be afraid, I am with you.” We’ll sing. “Come and follow me, I will bring you home. I love you and you are mine.” These are words that we know to be true because they were said to us in our baptism, and are said to us continually by the God who calls us each by name. And so you see, we are never far from home, for God is always with us.


And as we enter the season of Advent in the coming days, we’ll proclaim that a line shines in the darkness, and that the darkness does not overcome it. But in making that claim, we acknowledge the darkness that surrounds us. We acknowledge the sin and death that can pervade even the sunniest of days. But with that coming shining light, we know for certain that the hope and the peace that surpasses all human understanding lives and breathes and walks among us.

God with us, Emmanuel. 

Thanks be to God. 

Amen.

From the Border to the Bay

This morning, I led a forum on immigration issues on the TX/MX and CA/MX borders, as well as the issues related to immigration that reach all the way to our Bay Area communities. There were a variety of opinions among my congregation, most of which I could have guessed ahead of time, and I had to hear real, live human beings call other real, live human beings "illegals." Barf. Overall, though, people thought it was a worthwhile discussion, and there was definitely some new information made available to some people who didn't know how much they didn't know. Isn't education awesome? :)

If you're wondering what the ELCA has to say about issues surrounding immigration, read Toward Compassionate, Just, and Wise Immigration Reform (2009) and Immigration (1998), both super good documents produced by our church body. And you can also go to Lutheran Immigration and Refugee Services and check out all the rad resources available there. If you're not Lutheran, the good people of the Interfaith Immigration Coalition can help you out.

When the poor ones, who have nothing, still are giving; 
when the thirsty pass the cup, water to share;
when the wounded offer others strength and healing;
we see God, here by our side, walking our way.
When compassion gives the suffering consolation;
when expecting brings to birth hope that was lost;
when we choose love, not the hatred all around us;
we see God, here by our side, walking our way.
When our spirits, like a chalice, brim with gladness;
when our voices, full and clear, sing out the truth;
when our longings, free from envy, seek to humble;
we see God, here by our side, walking our way.
When the goodness poured from heaven fills our dwellings;
when the nations work to change war into peace;
when the stranger is accepted as our neighbor;
we see God, here by our side, walking our way.

ELW #725
José Antonio Olivar, Miguel Manzano
translated by Martin A. Seltz

What About Thomas? -- John 20:19-31

     In the evening of that same day, the first day of the week, the doors were locked in the room where the disciples were, for fear of the Temple authorities. Jesus came and stood among them and said, "Peace be with you." Having said this, the savior showed them the marks of crucifixion. The disciples were filled with joy when they saw Jesus, who said to them again, "Peace be with you. As Abba God sent me, so I am sending you." After saying this, Jesus breathed on them and said, "Receive the Holy Spirit. If you forgive anyone’s sins, they are forgiven. If you retain anyone’s sins, they are retained."

     It happened that one of the Twelve, Thomas—who was called Didymus or ‘Twin’—was not with them when Jesus came. The other disciples kept telling him, "We have seen Jesus!" But Thomas’ answer was, "I will never believe it without putting my finger in the nail marks and my hand in the spear wound."
     On the eighth day, the disciples were once more in the room, and Thomas was with them. Despite the locked doors, Jesus came and stood before them, saying, "Peace be with you." Then to Thomas, Jesus said, "Take your finger and examine my hands. Put your hand into my side. Do not doubt but believe."
     Thomas said in response, "My Savior and my God!" Jesus then said, "Have you believed because you have seen me? Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed."
     Now Jesus performed many other signs as well—signs not recorded here—in the presence of the disciples. But these have been recorded to help you believe that Jesus is the Messiah, the Only Be- gotten, so that by believing you may have life in Jesus’ name.


Christ is risen! He is risen, indeed! Alleluia!
Christ is risen! He is risen, indeed! Alleluia!
Christ is risen! He is risen, indeed! Alleluia!

Christ is risen, indeed! We have seen the Lord! Alleluia! Amen!

But, you may still feel like Thomas. Certainly in this building last week and again this week we have proclaimed at the top of our lungs that Christ is risen! He is risen indeed! There were lilies up here and joyful music and an egg hunt and birds were chirping and the sun was shining and it is spring time in San Francisco. Alleluia.

But when we walk out the doors of this place, it may not feel that way. When we walk out these doors there is cold and wind. There is homelessness and hunger right here in our neighborhood. There is violence on our streets. There is unrest in our communities. There is fear in this country; there is hate in this world.

Children of color are afraid to walk alone because our son Trayvon Martin did not make it home last month—the shooter, George Zimmerman, was finally charged last week, but the culture of the streets remains unchanged.Teens all over the US are afraid of being their true selves because of the meanness of bullying in the schoolyard. Six students in the Anoka-Hennepin school district in Minnesota committed suicide because of rampant anti-gay bullying in their schools—the district recently settled a lawsuit, but the culture and the policies remain unchanged. Americans of all stripes sit jobless, hoping for phone calls about applications and résumés, with little to encourage them. Last summer, I spent a lot of my time as a hospital chaplain with a woman named Jessica, who though she was only 28 had had three miscarriages before the pregnancy I sat through with her—high-risk twins.

And still, Jesus says that blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.

Blessed are the Martin family—and many just like them—who have not seen justice for their sons, and yet have believed that someday soon justice will be served.

Blessed are the families of those Minnesotan students who have not seen a change in their school district and yet have believed that, someday soon, reconciliation will come.

Blessed are the homeless and the jobless who have not seen safety and security and yet have believed that, someday soon, they will get back on their feet.

Blessed are Jessica and her husband JT—and all other couples who struggle with infertility—who have kept faith in the life-giving power of the Holy Spirit and have believed that life will come to them.

Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.

But didn’t we just read the story of our friend Thomas, who did not know that his Savior had risen? Who was unable to say “Indeed!” His friends, the other disciples, are calling and responding—Christ is risen! He is risen indeed! Alleluia!—just as we have done…and yet Thomas is unsure. He has heard from people he trusts that this is the truth—Jesus the Christ is risen today! Alleluia! But Thomas looks around him and says, “I don’t know, y’all. You saw him? I’d like to see him. I’d like to touch his wounds and see his face and hear his voice—as you have done—so that I may say, without a doubt, that he is risen.” And that’s not really too much to ask, is it? The other disciples have seen and touched and heard, shouldn’t Thomas be afforded the same?

Thomas had every right to be skeptical. Just a week earlier he had watched as the empire crucified Jesus. Murdered this man who was his teacher, his friend, his Savior. We talk a lot about the trauma of crucifixion for the ones being crucified, certainly, but what about the witnesses? What about the trauma suffered by the disciples and their mothers? It is unlikely that in one week’s time they have forgotten the sound of the nails being hammered into the flesh and wood, or the jeers of the crowd there, watching the same horrific scene, but mocking the life and death of Jesus. Thomas and his friends will not easily forget that scene. Trauma like that will haunt their waking and their sleeping for a while yet. And a week is no time to have grieved the loss of Jesus, either. Thomas may very well still be coming to terms with the idea that all of it even happened. Weren’t they just traveling the Palestinian countryside together, the 13 of them, a few weeks ago? Weren’t they just riding in to Jerusalem? Wasn’t Jesus just here

Everything has been ruined. The man who was supposed to bring about the kingdom of God has been wrenched from their grasp. What is there to believe in anymore?

With all this rattling around in his mind, what does it feel like to hear the other disciples proclaim that Jesus is risen from the dead? A lot of people get hung up on the logistics of how someone could possibly rise from the dead, but what about the psyche of Thomas, here? 


Thomas has been told that Jesus is not dead—Jesus is alive! He was here! But Thomas just watched Jesus die. Was that real? Did that happen? Was it not Jesus that he saw nailed to the cross, after all? Was this all some kind of trick? Or, what if the disciples are mistaken? What if it is an impostor claiming to be their Savior? 


Thomas needs to see this man who claims to be the risen Christ and see and touch those wounds. This is important. Thomas does not ask that he see Jesus perform a miracle. Thomas does not ask that Jesus break bread with them. Thomas wants to touch the wounds—Thomas wants to know that the resurrected Jesus continues to be the crucified Jesus. That all of that was real. That Thomas did watch his friend die, and that that friend who really did die is really now raised.

The range of emotion in these few weeks of the life of Thomas would be enough to send any of us off the deep end. Because then, a week later, Jesus does appear! A whole week! What was Thomas doing the week in between these events? Trying to grieve the death of his friend, trying to reason out how he could be resurrected, trying to figure out who to believe...


And as is the nature of Jesus, he arrives, saying, “Peace be with you, my brother Thomas. Touch, see, hear that your Savior is alive and with you.” And Thomas recognizes this resurrected Jesus as his friend, teacher, Savior—the one whose torture and death he had witnessed just two weeks before. It was true, what his friends had said! He is risen! Thomas recognizes him, exclaiming “My Savior and My God!” And Jesus’ cryptic words, as well, prove that he is the same man. “But did it take the seeing and hearing and touching for you to believe it was true?” He asks. “Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.”

These days, you and I, we are among those who have not seen. The risen Christ does not appear in the flesh before us this evening to allow us the opportunity to see, hear, touch. We have not seen Jesus as the disciples saw Jesus. And yet; we have proclaimed that he is risen, indeed. Alleluia! Jesus shows up for us just as Jesus showed up for Thomas. Instead of the living flesh of Jesus, we have seen the goodness of the Savior among us this evening. Instead, we have heard the word proclaimed. Instead, we will eat the bread and drink the wine—we will taste and see! Jesus has come to us today, just as he came to Thomas, just as he will come every day.

As our dear friend Martin Luther might remind us, it is not up to us to see Jesus—he will make himself known. He comes to us. Our doubt and our belief not withstanding, Christ comes to us though we are trapped in our deepest and darkest of traumas, though we look out onto this world and struggle to see resurrection joy. Despite the locked door, the risen Christ shows up.

So, you see, whatever way you stack it, we are the blessed. Whether we have seen the face of Jesus or whether we still look. Because Jesus has promised that he will be made known. We may not have the slightest idea what it is we are actually looking for, but that’s just it. We believe there is something to see.

Christ is risen, indeed! – Alleluia, Amen.