Go Feed a Sheep—A Sermon at the end of a LEVN program year

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.

Here we are, y’all. Our final Monday evening together in the Ranstrom Chapel. We’ve come together to these creaky chairs dozens of times over the last 11 months. Our first weeks together feel like simultaneously yesterday and years ago. Some of you have remarked throughout the year that it has gone faster than you thought and slower than you thought at any given time.

When you came to Davis for your year of service—whether you’d never been to California, or had lived just a few hours from here all your life—you knew this was going to be different. You shared a house with complete strangers, and formed relationships you’d never have expected. Whether you’re a Lutheran, or an Episcopalian, something else entirely, you’ve thought about and talked about it more than you ever have before. You’ve prayed new prayers and sung new songs. You’ve eaten foods you hadn’t encountered before, and even cooked for your vegetarian program staff. You served the people of your placement sites faithfully, meeting new people and going new places and acquiring new skills.

You have seen and been part of how non-profit organizations and churches and the capital-c Church work diligently together to change people’s lives. You have also noticed how non-profit organizations and churches and the capital-c Church perpetuate human systems and concentrate power at the top. You have lamented this, and you have considered how you will be part of changing this.

One of my favorite things about being your LEVN program director is learning. You are learning, and I am watching that and sometimes facilitating that, but also I am learning, and you are sometimes facilitating that. We are learning together, as we work to follow Jesus out into the world.

As you probably learned when you picked up your bulletin, the commemoration for today in the Episcopal calendar is Bishop William White, a bishop from Pennsylvania in the 1800s. I had not encountered Bishop White until I was putting together tonight’s liturgy; like I said, we’re always learning. Other than Jocelynn and perhaps other astute Episcopalians among us, you are about to know as much as I do about him:

“As a clergyman in Philadelphia, White had exhibited an unusual sensitivity for the poor, the unfortunate, and those who were in trouble. He was president of the Philadelphia Dispensary, which supplied medical aid to the poor; of the Pennsylvania Institute for the Deaf; and of the Philadelphia Society for Alleviating the Miseries of Public Prisons. He was concerned about religious education and was instrumental in the founding of the first Episcopal Sunday school in America.”[1]

Do you know about the origins of Sunday school? In the time that Bishop White was serving, child labor was legal, and so children worked in factories or on farms and didn’t go to school. Sunday schools were formed so that children could learn—probably by reading the Bible. This was an incredible service that the Church began to provide—and all sorts of churches provided it, in cities around the country. Eventually, child labor laws were enacted and many children were able to attend traditional schools, but Sunday schools remained for those who couldn’t, and eventually became places for supplementary religious education, like we know them today.

Like any person, but particularly any white religious leader in the 18th and 19th centuries, we can be assured that Bishop White acted in some ways that we would critique; for example, he opened a separate school for black and Native American children. Two steps forward, one step back. But as we read the gospel text assigned for tonight, we can see how we and Bishop White do our individual parts of the collective work begun by Jesus and his disciples.

The words of Jesus we heard tonight are words you’ve probably heard many times before, and will hear many times again. “Feed my sheep,” the Good Shepherd says. This year, we’ve talked about all sorts of different sheep who are part of God’s flock. You’ve learned, day in and day out at your placement sites, that there are plenty of hungry people out there—literally and figuratively. And you, too, have hungered. You, too, have learned what it is like to receive hospitality from strangers. You, too, have struggled.

This gospel text is interesting, because, though we only get a little sliver of it, it connects us to so many other stories. Jesus is asking Peter three times, “do you love me?” and Peter is replying, with increasing exasperation, that yes, of course he does! This parallels Peter’s increasingly vehement denials of Jesus just a few chapters before. And, in the verses that precede this portion, Jesus appears to the disciples for the third time after his resurrection. They’re out fishing, and Jesus cooks them breakfast.

I sense Jesus’ disappointment with this scene. Before his arrest and crucifixion, they were working hard, traveling the countryside spreading the good news that the reign of God has come near. And now that he is risen, and they have seen him, they have returned to their former lives of fishing. Yes, they probably needed the income, because their itinerant gaggle of teachers and healers had basically disbanded. Nobody was hosting them, or feeding them, or washing their feet anymore. Seeing that Peter is the one who has led them back to their boats, I see Jesus shaking his head softly, with a knowing sigh.

Rather than strike out on their own, taking a risk to continue preaching the gospel, they have returned their old lives. And because “Jesus has shown that there is no need for Peter to be preoccupied with his own needs, Jesus now demands that Peter, the leader, train his attention on the needs of others—the followers, the ‘sheep’ of Jesus’ flock.”[2] Do not simply get into your boat and go fishing to feed yourself and to make a buck. Get off of this beach and get to work feeding the whole body of Christ.

Peter is one man, and Peter is a stand-in for the whole capital-C Church. María Teresa Dávila, a lay Catholic woman liberation theologian, calls the Church to task. “Like Peter, our religious leadership needs the direct confrontation with the resurrected Christ, calling our duplicity and hypocrisy to task, in a dialogue that is both incriminating and transforming, recommitting us to the sacrificial love required to tend the flock.”[3] 

As you look out on the transition from your little yellow house to the rest of the world, how will you take what you’ve learned this year and use it to feed the sheep? How will your life of love and service be challenging and transforming to your communities, to your workplaces, to your churches, to your nation? This is the duty and the joy of the Christian life. As members of the body of Christ, you are voices in the chorus and you are thorns in the side.

We have learned this year that loving your neighbor—your housemate, perhaps?—is not simple or easy or trivial. Love is hard work. “Love is, indeed, the prescription to heal our denial of the reign of God, to accept the task of leadership that is handed to us, to guide and teach the faithful in the ways of God’s realm. For many, leadership grounded on a witness of love has meant true martyrdom in the name of justice, restoration, reconciliation, and love.”

It is my hope that when you hear a familiar gospel story like this one, in your future, you will not gloss over it as one you’ve heard a million times times before, but will hear it anew each time. That you’ll take stock of your circumstances, of how the world has changed since you heard it last, of how you have changed since you heard it last, and that you’ll develop new ways to feed the lambs and tend the sheep, as Jesus has asked. It will not be simple, or easy, or trivial. It will be hard work.

We do not expect you all to leave this place and go on to become quote-unquote Religious Leaders in the traditionally recognized sense. Becoming a pastor or priest or deacon or theology professor is an excellent vocation, and if any of you find yourselves called to those things, we will rejoice with you and keep you in our prayers.

But more importantly, to me, is that you will go out into the world of education, and art, and the non-profit sector, and the law, and medicine, and politics, and wherever the Spirit moves you, and find that in all of those arenas, there are sheep to feed. Placement site supervisors and members of the Belfry board are prime examples; being part of the ministry of LEVN is above and beyond their job descriptions. With LEVN and through LEVN and post-LEVN, you, dear ones, are equipped to feed the lambs and tend the sheep.

Thanks be to God! Amen.

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[2] Allen Dwight Callahan, “John”, in True to Our Native Land: An African American New Testament Commentary, 210.

[3] María Teresa Dávila, “Third Sunday of Easter”, in Preaching God’s Transformative Justice: Year C, 201-202.

Living On a Prayer—A Sermon Wholly Void of Bon Jovi, Though

You may be wondering what you're doing here on a Sunday; don't I preach on Wednesdays? Surprise! I preached this sermon this morning to the good people of Good Shepherd Lutheran Church, usually the home of my seminary classmate The Rev. Jeremy Serrano

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I bring you greetings from the Belfry, your Lutheran-Episcopal Campus Ministry to UC Davis and LEVN, the Lutheran-Episcopal Volunteer Network, part of Episcopal Service Corps. I spend my days, and many of my weeknights, with a handful of young folks who are living in Davis temporarily.

Some of them are UC Davis undergraduate students, here for a few jam-packed years studying and socializing, looking for a place to step out of the fray for a moment and meet people who “get” them.

Some of them are UC Davis graduate students, continuing their academic journeys in more specific ways, looking for a place that’s decidedly not buzzing with the near-death experience of cutthroat exams.

And some of them have graduated from colleges around the country, and are living in half of our little yellow duplex for 11 months, serving in local non-profit organizations and attempting to create intentional community together.

Sure, we’re the place you can definitely find a Lutheran pastor and an Episcopal priest, but we’re a place that invites more questions than it provides answers.

As a young adult myself—yep, I also fall into the under-30 demographic of the folks involved in our ministry—I feel right at home in this place of transitions and learning experiences and questions. We gather each week for worship and for dinner—nothing says “young adults” quite like free food—and we stay connected in the in-between via Facebook and emails and iMessage emoji. It is my duty and my joy to be among this particular genre of the communion of saints.

Since we gather on weeknights instead of on Sunday mornings, my colleagues know that I am a pretty safe bet for a Sunday morning supply gig. Pastor Jeremy and I were at PLTS at the same time, and so at a recent First Call Theological Education gathering in Arizona, he invited me to be here this morning. I always jump at the chance! It is such a delight to get out into the synod on Sundays like this one, to commune with the good people of congregations like yours. 

In campus and other young adult ministries, we are keenly aware of the wider network of congregations and ministries that we serve alongside, because our community members came to us fairly recently from somewhere else, and we do our best to successfully launch them to what’s coming next. We are so grateful for the home parishes of our students and LEVN volunteers—places like this—who raised them in the faith and sent them off to college and beyond. We know that you send them off in the hope that they will grow in faith and in love and in service to God and to one another.

As you have sent and continue to send your young-adult family members and members of your parish off to college or their next great adventure, we know that you are praying for them and wishing them well. We know that you have entrusted them to us, and with God’s help, we care for them and guide them through their time with us. Keep them coming, and we’ll keep them going.

In this season of Easter, all of us have been reading through the Acts of the Apostles, encountering the stories of Jesus’ friends who continued the work after his death, resurrection, and ascension. It’s our same cast of characters from the gospels, those pesky disciples with their impertinent questions and constant bickering and general misunderstanding of the whole point.

In this week’s story, they have come together one final time with the risen Christ, and—for old times’ sake—still aren’t totally sure what’s happening. “Lord, is this the time when you will restore the kingdom to Israel?” they ask. Their risen Lord replies, as usual, as I imagine it, with a sigh: “it is not for you to know the times or periods that the Father has set by his own authority.”

But! “You will receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you, and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth” (Acts 1:6-8). In other words, “no, but that doesn’t mean never, so continue what we’ve started.”

A weird part about the season of Easter is that we are sort of in a paradox of Jesus being risen and not-yet-risen, depending on which reading we’re talking about. In this reading from Acts, Jesus has already been killed, then raised, and now is ascending to heaven. But in our Gospel text for this morning, he is awaiting arrest in the Garden of Gethsemane. In both scenes, he is with his friends, talking to them and to God about what has happened and what is going to happen.

We could go back and forth for a while, probably, about whether or not the apostles are adequately prepared to do what God needs them to do. We could go back and forth for an even longer while, probably, about whether or not we feel adequately prepared for what God needs us to do. Jesus sits in the garden and prays for his friends, and we follow in all of their footsteps. It is comforting to me and perhaps comforting to you to know that on his last night of life, Jesus prayed for us. And, certainly, the risen Christ remembers us, as well.

In this Gospel According to John, Jesus prays, “Now they know that everything you have given me is from you; for the words that you gave to me I have given to them, and they have received them and know in truth that I came from you; and they have believed that you sent me. I am asking on their behalf” (John 17:7-9).

Jesus is praying on behalf of his friends and on all people whom God has given to him, all those whom God has created to be God’s people—Jesus’ 12 friends, and the women, and you and me. In his prayer, Jesus asks God to protect us, so that we all may be one, as Christ and the Creator are one. What a lovely sentiment, and a deep challenge. “If the emphasis on unity can be seen in Jesus’ prayer, then we can conclude that he was aware that keeping his beloved united” was not going to be easy. And that, “without cohesion, they would not survive.”  [1]

As Christians in the United States of America in 2017, we are being pulled in many directions by many powers and principalities. We are seeing play out on the local, national, and global stage, just how many choices we have. We are a nation of many. We are a nation of native peoples, and of immigrants, and of the descendants of immigrants, and of the descendants of enslaved people. We are many metaphors of community—a melting pot or a salad bowl or a dazzling bouquet of every kind of flower—none of these is one, stagnant, stationary thing. The unity in Christ that we proclaim does not insist on sameness.

Perhaps this prayer of Jesus gives us an opportunity to consider what that unity means. We know that as the trinity is three and is also one, we, too, are millions and are also one. I hear this prayer as a sincere petition for unity, but not for uniformity. For us to sing not in unison but in harmony. For us to be individuals-in-community. We, the body of Christ, are called to be a living and breathing and dying and rising organism—changing and growing and reforming from age to age.

We are interacting on a routine basis with one another here in this building and church buildings like it; we are engaging with our families, friends, co-workers, neighbors, and acquaintances in the good work of the Gospel and in all manner of things; we are encountering strangers on the road and in the grocery store and at the gas station and in the post office and any number of seemingly mundane scenarios where the truth of our community resides.

As we go about our days, are we living as the witnesses to the resurrection that Jesus has sent us out to be? 

Are we recognizable as the body of Christ?

In order to live deeply into our call as the body of Christ, we need to live out the example set for us by Jesus in this week’s Gospel text. We need to pray. We need to pray, and we need to get serious about it. As disciples in the present, we must “offer prayers on behalf of the universe in which we are privileged to live and our neighbors with whom we share it.” [2]

We know this, in theory. We have prayed several times together already since we arrived this morning, and we’re not done yet! There may be words of prayer we know by heart. There may be prayers we grew up saying, and maybe even still say! There may be times of the day or times of our lives we feel more inclined to pray. There may be whole seasons of our lives during which we cannot even fathom putting anything together that even remotely resembles a prayer. 

Often, when we are struggling, we reach out to friends or family members and ask them to pray for us—before a medical procedure, or when we’re waiting for news (good or bad), or when we’re trying to make a big decision, or when we’re just feeling kind of lost. It feels wonderful to hear you’re being prayed for, doesn’t it? And when someone dear to you is in need of prayer, it feels good to say, “I’m keeping you in my prayers”—whether in person or in a Facebook comment, right?  

Has there ever been a time when you’ve said you’d pray for someone and then, well, sort of just...didn’t? Or maybe you were going to, and then before you got a chance, you did the 4000 other things you had on your to-do list and then suddenly the friend told you the results of the thing you were supposed to be praying about—maybe even said, “thanks for your prayers!” and you just sort of...let it go? Let me tell you, we have all been there. And if you haven’t, you can be the first to teach us all how to cement our prayer lives into action.

I am not your regularly-scheduled preacher, and I do not have the capacity to follow up with you next week, or the week after that, but I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t set you a challenge before I sat back down. Our deep and abiding task is to, like the apostles before us, constantly devote ourselves to prayer.

Consider how you might embody that devotion. Consider how you might take very seriously the prayer requests you receive, and the prayers of intercession we offer later this morning, and the prayer that Jesus taught us that we’ll say—as we have said 1000 times—during the Eucharist.

Pray for one another. Pray for yourself. Pray for your pastor. Pray for the people that you see suffering in your community and around the world. Pray for the people you see experiencing great joys in your community and around the world. Constantly devote yourself to prayer.

Whatever that looks like. Whatever words you say, or don’t say; whatever actions you take or don’t take; whatever movement of your body feels like a prayer to you—or perhaps your body needs to try residing in a prayerful stillness. Laughter can serve as a prayer, and tears can serve as a prayer.

Perhaps, through this constant devotion, we will begin to recognize that our whole lives are prayers. And for that, thanks be to God.

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[1] Samuel Cruz, “Commentary on John 17:1-11” for Working Preacher.

[2] Vanderbilt Divinity Library, Prayers for the Coming Week

#OrdainKloehn

On Saturday, May 14, I was ordained into the ministry of Word and Sacrament in the ELCA!

The service was held in my home congregation—Bethlehem Lutheran Church in Encinitas, CA—and the Rev. Laura Ziehl, Bishop Mark Holmerud, and the Rev. Amanda Nelson presided. 


As I begin this new iteration of ministry, gratitude is all that comes to mind. These words of thanks were printed in my ordination bulletin:

The depth of my gratitude for those who made this day possible could never be expressed wholly in words, but I never shy away from an opportunity to say something.

I am grateful to my parents, Karin and Gary, for approximately one million things, but especially for their love, support, listening ears, crying eyes, welcoming arms, and open hearts. I am grateful to the Alexes for their love and joyous laughter and willingness to take probably two red-eyes to be here. I am grateful for all the Turpins and Kloehns (and everyone in between), my original cloud of witnesses and communion of saints.

I am grateful to my partner in learning and in love, Jonathan, for his seemingly un-ending willingness to try new things—like date a pastor and read poetry—and for his encouragement in all that I do. I am grateful to my best friend, the Rev. Amanda Nelson, for her grace and wisdom throughout seminary and into our ordained lives (ack!)—and for every minute of silliness that has kept us together.

I am grateful for my sister (bloodlines notwithstanding) Kelsey Sprowell and for the Rev. Gretchen Rode and the Rev. Maria Anderson—the other Pastoritas—whose presence and absence is most certainly felt.

I am grateful for the love and support of my two bonus families—the Vance and Fields clans—and for the years of joys and challenges we’ve seen through together. That so many of you are here today renders me (nearly) speechless.

I am grateful for my colleagues and comrades of Pacific Lutheran Theological Seminary and the Sierra Pacific Synod, whose community and leadership sustained me throughout my seminary career and into this first call.

I am grateful to all the good folks at The Belfry—my dear students and LEVNeers, to say the least—who provide me the privilege of doing what I love every day.

I am grateful to the pastoral, professional, and professorial squad of California Lutheran University—including but not limited to the Revs. Scott and Melissa Maxwell-Doherty, President Chris Kimball, and the Religion Department—especially the Rev. Dr. Julia Fogg, for her mentorship, for introducing me to Türkiye, for laughing with me throughout Biblical Greek, and for continuing to model the particular strength that women bring to ministry.

I am grateful for Jonathan Garman and the whole BLCYM—those who led me in my youth and those who humored me as I led them in their youth. I’d drive a 15-passenger-van full of y’all every summer in a heartbeat.

I am grateful to the Rev. Laura Ziehl and to Mona Goetsch and to all the good folks here at Bethlehem who did a lot of work to make this evening go as swimmingly as (I imagine, as I type this weeks in advance) it did.

I am grateful for everyone who participated tonight—Global Music Ensemble, ushers, communion assistants, readers, reception-setter-uppers, and every other detailer whom I’ve forgotten—for being part of this monumental day in my life and ministry.


And I am grateful for you! Since you’re here and reading this, you’re part of how I got to this moment in this place. Your community, support, and prayer are integral to my life and work. I’m so glad you’re here to celebrate with me.

And for you, dear reader, I am grateful. Thanks for being the unknown people to whom I blog away the weeks. You're part of my work (and play) and I appreciate you.