A Little Apocalypse

I preached this sermon to the good people of Davis Lutheran Church while their pastor was on vacation.

Good morning! If you are just tuning in on the livestream, or watching this back at a later time and are surprised to see me instead of Pastor Jeff, hello! I am Pastor Casey Kloehn Dunsworth, and I am currently serving as the Interim Assistant Rector at the Episcopal Church of St. Martin here in Davis. I am filling in for Jeff this week, as he is away being celebrated for his birthday.

We clergy types often joke that you bring in a guest preacher on the really tricky weeks of the lectionary, so that they can wrestle with them and you don’t have to. Or, conversely, that it’s a risk to have a guest preacher on one of those weeks, because they can say something controversial to your congregation and leave you to deal with the repercussions. Stay tuned to find out which of those this turns out to be!

Our stories this week are apocalyptic, which puts us on the onramp to the season of Advent, a time when the past, present, and future overlap in the coming of the Christ child. This week, we have a story from Daniel, which is the “most apocalyptic book in the Hebrew Bible” and, weirdly enough, we only hear from Daniel three times in our whole three-year-lectionary cycle! This week, next week, and next All Saints Day. Since apocalyptic literature is so much a part of early Christianity, it is really odd that Daniel is so left out. But I guess that’s a story for another day.

We have verses from the Gospel According to Mark that are part of what is known as “The Little Apocalypse”, because they do not reflect the storied end of the literal world, but they reflect an unveiling, a revelation, a seismic shift.

My favorite college professor offered a class called “Revelation and Apocalypse”, and it was just about as epic as that title sounds. But the best thing I learned from it—sorry, Dr. Fogg, if you’re reading this—is that those words mean the same thing. Revelation and apocalypse are synonyms! Revelation comes from Latin, which I have never studied. But it comes from revelare, which means “lay bare” to revelatio, which means “reveal”. Those cognates make sense to our English-speaker ears.

Apocalypse comes from the Greek, which I studied in college and in seminary! Apo- which means “un” and kaluptein, which means “cover”. So, together, apokaluptein, uncover. When Greek merged with Latin into French and later English, we got apokalupsis, and eventually apocalypse. Uncover. Reveal.

When we hear the prophets talk about the apocalypse, we are much more likely to think of end-of-the-world disaster movies, and earthquakes and wars and zombies and stuff. But for Jesus’ first-century Jewish audience, and the eventual hearers and readers of the Gospel According to Mark, that was not what they would have in mind.

Prophecy, in the Hebrew Bible and in the words of Jesus alike, is not fortune-telling. It is not a prediction of future unknowns, discerned from the stars or from tea leaves or from any mystical source. Prophets do not hypothesize about what may come, they tell the truth about the present. They “lay bare” the harsh realities of human brokenness, and “reveal” what is probable and possible as a result.

The Gospel According to Mark was written in approximately 70 CE, either right before or right after the destruction of the temple. The one that, in this story, the disciples are marveling at. We don’t know if this exchange between Jesus and the disciples reflects the downfall of Herod’s empire as it happened, or the prophetic knowledge of its likelihood.

Either way, the disciples enter the scene, so impressed by the temple’s majesty. It is the pet project of Herod the Great, who presided over a sort of Gilded Age. As this massive structure is towering over the people of Jerusalem, they are suffering immensely. The wealthy are showing off while the rest are without work, without food, without the power to change their circumstances. There is a massive Jewish revolt against Rome during this time. This juxtaposition of power and poverty is not unique to this story or to our time.

But as is typical of the disciples in Mark’s telling of the story, they are 100% not on the same page. They are gaping at this epic building, so impressed by how cool it is. I hear them, like kids on a field trip, “Look, Teacher, what large stones and what large buildings!” (13:1) Jesus replies, with, I presume, an eye-roll, “Do you see these great buildings? Not one stone will be left here upon another; all will be thrown down.” (13:2)

Later, and sort of abashedly, Peter, James, John, and Andrew follow up on this apocalyptic pronouncement. They’re a little dim, but they’re not completely unaware of the tension in the city. They see the Roman occupation with their own eyes. They see the public executions, the shows of military force, the fear mongering. They worry, then, about what Jesus means by his claim that the Temple will fall. What act of war could bring down such a structure? What else would fall with it?

They are being overly literal, here. Jesus is trying to explain to them the difference between the power of God and the power of Rome. This empire, this institution, this human construction, this will not last. The reign of God will outlast any earthly kingdom. And true power does not oppress. True power liberates.

We have to be careful here about slipping into an antisemitic understanding of these verses. Jesus is not saying that Judaism is wrong or that Jews have misplaced values and practices. He is, like all the prophets before him, critiquing his own house from squarely inside it and critiquing the false and ultimately impotent power of empires.

It is not appropriate for us as 21st-century Christians to extrapolate this story of the temple’s impending destruction to be a stand-in for our institutional church’s decline. These are not analogous. The trauma that the Jewish people continue to suffer because of the destruction of the temple and its continued absence from their collective practice is not the same as our wish for a return to the glory days of American Christanity. Maybe that didn’t even cross your mind, but it’s going to be what some sermons are going to be about today, and that’s inappropriate, and I just wanted you to know why that’s not what we’re going to do.

What we are going to do is critique the false and ultimately impotent power of empires.

As 21st-century American Christians, most of us live a completely unrecognizable life compared to Jesus and his contemporaries. Our religious tradition, though it is one among many in our culture, enjoys a hegemonic ubiquity that is truly opposite of their experience. We are free to practice as we please; our holy days are honored on the national calendar; some version of our general tenets is inscribed in the governance of this nation and much of the world, for that matter.

But when we look around, at the systems and structures of our so-called Christian nation, what do we see? When we lift the veil from our eyes and truly see?

We see so much done—sometimes even done in the name of Christ—that makes an absolute mockery of God.

We see white supremacist insurrection at our nation’s capitol.

We see erasure of Indigenous peoples, languages, and cultures.

We see extrajudicial killing of predominantly Black Americans at the hands of the police.

We see climate refugees from one once-in-a-lifetime disaster after another.

We see housing costs and evictions skyrocket in the midst of an unemployment crisis.

We see a mishandled pandemic claim the lives of nearly 800,000 of our fellow Americans.

We see degradation and marginalization based on perceived gender and sexuality.

We see glorification of wealth for the few, made possible only by the exploitation of the many.

We see death.

We see death.

And I know I said that we were gearing up for Advent and so I’m leaping across the church calendar but we are Easter people. We are resurrection people. We are not the people of death. We are the people of a God who lived and who died and who lived again! So what do we, people of life, death, and life again do when the world around us crumbles?

We hold fast to hope.

We do not cling to a hollow and weaponized optimism!

We do not cling to false promises from false prophets!

We are not fooled by those who would lead us astray, who claim to come in the name of Christ, and say, “I am he!” but promise death, and only death.

In our world of death, in our continued suffering, it can be quite easy to wonder, what is the good news?

The good news, my friends, is that the reign of God will come. Jesus will return. The dead will be raised. And the only way out is through.

“The good news of Jesus [can seem false] in the midst of crisis and disaster, and this place is precisely where [we] can imagine a different way forward for humanity. Whenever we hear reports of disaster, [the Gospel, and more precisely, this Little Apocalypse] reminds us to not be led astray by messianic claimants that can not save us; [instead], we [must] look for Jesus.” [1]

It is Jesus the Christ whose reign on earth and in heaven we will commemorate next week, on Christ the King Sunday. It is Jesus the Christ whom we will spend the season of Advent anticipating coming among us as a baby and again at the last day. It is Jesus the Christ whose life, death, and resurrection we tell and retell every week, every season, every year.

There is no other. We cannot be persuaded by American Exceptionalism, by a prosperity gospel, by any shiny version of do-it-yourself pull-yourself-up-by-your-own-bootstraps salvation. It is the grace of God our Creator, poured out for us in Christ Jesus our liberator, that carries us through.

Jesus knew that this risk would befall us, as it would befall his own friends and disciples. Throughout human history there have been so many who have called themselves saviors, leaders, kings, messiahs, prophets, and gods among men. All of their empires have fallen. In our present and in our future there are more and there will be more. Jesus knew this and we know this.

But we know that there is no God but God, no salvation other than the grace in which we stand firm. And that, dear ones, is the best news there is. Amen.

You Will Die, Beloved—A Sermon on Ash Wednesday

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 again, Ash Wednesday. For several hundred years now, Christians have been marking this season with fasting, sackcloth, and ashes, practices our Jewish siblings undertook for thousands of years before. This first of 40 holy days, leading to Easter, is a time for reflection, renewal, and repentance. You’re invited, as you feel moved, to mark this season on a daily basis or a weekly basis with something old or new. With prayer, learning, and listening. But first, we’re going to talk about death.

As you’ve noticed already from the words we’ve said together, and as you’ll notice as we continue, Ash Wednesday is a day of remembering our mortality. We live in a death-denying world full of death. If you access news on any given day, you will hear about death somewhere in the world, or impending doom somewhere in the world. It’s a big world. Ash Wednesday does not exist to rain down more horror on your already harried soul. It’s an attempt to reframe our relationship to our own guaranteed deaths.

If you’ve participated in Ash Wednesday before, you know that you will soon have the opportunity to receive ashes mixed with oil in the shape of a cross on your forehead.

As each person receives these ashes, I will say “remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.”

Your baptism, perhaps many years ago now, also included a cross on your forehead, made with oil, without ashes. A pastor or priest probably said that you were “sealed by the Holy Spirit and marked with the cross of Christ forever.” In your baptism, you were ceremonially introduced to the Christian life, welcomed into the family of God. Today, we bring your life’s beginning and your life’s eventual ending full circle into one sacred moment.

You were born beloved, you will die beloved.

You may not hear that as good news, because you may be young and you may be healthy, but it is one of best things I know to be true. God loves you. God created you just as you are, perfect and holy and full of life. And God created you mortal; you will, like all of God’s beloved creatures, die.

On this holy day, we are simply going to notice that. We are not going to lament our eventual deaths, we are not going to prevent our eventual deaths, and we are not going to lie about our eventual deaths. We are simply going to sit.

This, dear ones, is a radical act. Our world is full of more people now than have ever lived and died—can you even conceive of such a number?—and we are caught up, constantly, in trying to evade death. We have anti-aging face creams, and we have cosmetic surgery, and we have vitamins and supplements and crash diets and all manner of strategies for lying to ourselves.

But not tonight. Tonight, we have ashes and oil, and we have bread and wine. Tonight, we will remember that we are dust, and remember that Jesus lived and died.

Tomorrow, we will begin our season of presence and practice. Throughout the season of Lent, we have the opportunity to notice the presence of God in our lives more acutely—not because God is more present but because we are more present.

Starting next Tuesday, you can try a new thing for this season by saying Morning Prayer with Emily at 8:30am. It’s not a thing you usually do, I know, and that’s part of why you’re invited to do it. How might your day be shaped if you started it with 20 minutes of praying, reading, and listening? If you have class or work at that time, or really just cannot bear to be here that early in the morning—which I do not hold against you for even one minute—what other way might you mark these six weeks? If you joined us for rosary-making on Monday, you can practice using that. If you didn’t, we have extras and you can borrow one any time; we can teach you how it works.

Maybe, for the next 40 days, you’ll start your day with reading or journaling or music, instead of scrolling on Instagram before dragging yourself out of bed. Maybe you’ll end your day with reading or journaling or music instead of scrolling on Instagram until you fall asleep.

Maybe you’ll go for some walks in the arboretum, if it’s not raining. Maybe you’ll learn to cook some new recipes at home. Maybe you’ll notice the time you spend each day doing things you don’t want to be doing—whatever those are—and you’ll try replacing those things with things that make you feel whole, and peaceful, and good.

You may have grown up in a church community that focused heavily on Lenten fasting, or perhaps not. If you did, and if this season calls to mind shame and scarcity, I hope you will enter this season this year with a clean slate. The practice of sacrifice, of “giving up” something for this season, has perhaps done more harm than good to us, in our modern American culture, in particular.

These 40 days are not an exercise in perfectionism. These 40 days are not a do-over on a new year’s resolution diet. These 40 days can be an exercise in shedding that which causes us pain and harm, and putting on that which brings us hope and peace and freedom. Because the God who loves you, dear ones, desires your devotion, not your depletion.

Whatever practices you might add, whatever activities you might drop, the goal is closeness to God. The goal is to get rid of all the stuff that gets in the way. It is important, as we routinely confess, to “repent of the evil that enslaves us, the evil we have done, and the evil done on our behalf.”

Lent is a time for recognizing where we have sinned, and committing ourselves to knowing better and doing better. The goal is a change of heart, perhaps visible only to you. Our scripture tonight is somewhat ironic, as it chides us, “Beware of practicing your piety before others in order to be seen by them,” on the day where we are literally wearing our piety on our faces.

Please do not worry about creating Lenten content for your Facebook friends to consume; “But whenever you pray, go into your room and shut the door and pray to your [God] who is in secret; and your [God] who sees in secret will reward you.” These 40 days are yours, dear ones. Repent when you have caused harm to others, and turn and face your God, who loves you.

You were born beloved, you will die beloved. Thanks be to God.


Dust and Stardust—A Sermon on John 3:16 and Dr. Stephen Hawking

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.

Every once in a while, I have most of a sermon written—or even am totally done—and then something happens in the world and it just has to get put into my sermon, because I would be remiss to ignore its importance, or it just slides right into place with the texts, even better than what I had written before. Today, that happened twice.

This morning, students all across the United States walked out of their classrooms to protest a whole host of things. Many of them, inspired by the work of their peers at Marjory Stoneman Douglas high school in Parkland, FL, were raising their voices about gun violence in their schools. There were organized walkouts on university campuses, high schools, middle schools, and even elementary schools. I saw images and video of fifth graders who organized themselves in orange t-shirts.

These kids—truly, children—are out here, trying to change the world. I am so impressed by them. And I don’t know which of them believe what about politics or about God or anything else, but I know that God hears them. I know that God sees their pain and their fear, and hears their cries for justice. The next steps will revolve around if we—the adults who love them—do our part, too. These kids did small things, and they did big things. Just like we all do, day in and day out. We show the world who we are by how we live our lives.

It may not seem as important, especially because I don’t think any of you are studying physics...but you probably heard that renowned physicist Stephen Hawking died early this morning at his home in Cambridge, England. He was 76 years old, and lived with amyotrophic lateral sclerosis—ALS—diagnosed when he was 21. His doctors gave him a prognosis of about two years, and he lived for 55, instead. He lived an incredible life, and it is important to note that he did not achieve scientific greatness “in spite of” his physical abilities. He was a genius, and his body couldn’t do the things he wanted it to. But his mind could.

According to his BBC obituary, Dr. Hawking was “renowned for his extraordinary capacity to visualise scientific solutions without calculation or experiment. But it was perhaps his ‘theory of everything’, suggesting that the universe evolves according to well-defined laws, that attracted most attention. ‘This complete set of laws can give us the answers to questions like how did the universe begin,’ he said. ‘Where is it going and will it have an end? If so, how will it end?’”

Dr. Hawking asked big questions. And he is not the only one. You wonder about things like this every once in a while, I’d imagine. Humans have wondered about the origins of the universe from our very beginning—it’s why all of cultures have creation myths, including the stories in our own scripture. His commitment to investigating as widely and deeply as he could is admirable, and even we aren’t physicists, Dr. Hawking taught us a lot.

Sometimes, when famous people die, we want to celebrate them and gloss over anything unseemly in their life story, because they’re not around to defend themselves. But we know that, just like every other human person, Stephen Hawking was a saint and a sinner. Dr. Hawking himself might have resented that classification, because he was a devout atheist. His studies into the expanses of the universe did not lead him to believe in a gracious Creator. And not that anybody asked, but that’s okay with me. I don’t use physics to determine if God exists, either.

One of my favorite authors, a different kind of genius, is John Green. Do you know him? He wrote The Fault in Our Stars, most famously, and a ton of other Young Adult fiction. He is also an Episcopalian! He considered becoming a priest, and did a unit of Clinical Pastoral Education, like Pastor Jocelynn and I both did in seminary, where potential future ministers serve as hospital chaplains for a summer or a semester. During his unit of CPE, he met a young girl with cancer who inspired the character of Hazel Grace Lancaster from TFIOS. I digress.

One of my favorite things that John Green has ever said—and he has said a lot of things—is that whether or not God exists is perhaps the least interesting question you can ask about God. [I tried to find the source for this but couldn’t because he has made like 700 videos about approximately this and I could not weed through them all in a remotely timely manner.]

It’s a yes or no question, and it doesn’t take you anywhere. It’s just yes, or no. So, instead of asking that question, I prefer to talk more about who we are and what we do because we believe that God exists—or we’re pretty sure, or we don’t really know but we’re not comfortable saying for sure no, because we can’t for sure know that God doesn’t exist either.

We’re here in this chapel together tonight because we are wondering, at some level, about who we are and whose we are and why. It is my duty and my joy to remind you that you are a beloved child of the God who created you. If you’re not confident about that all day every day, that’s okay. I am, on your behalf.

Why have we gone down this particular path today? Because the Gospel assigned for this week contains the most famous line in perhaps the whole Bible, but certainly the New Testament—John 3:16. Did you recognize it when I was reading? “For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not perish but may have eternal life.” You’ve seen it everywhere, right? On a bookmark, tattooed on someone, on a t shirt, on a poster at a professional sports game, on the sign that one of the yelling street preacher guys by the MU is carrying...it’s out there.

Sometimes it can be difficult to preach a sermon on something that has so much popular use. We all sort of have an idea about what the meaning of these words are, and that contributes a lot to how we hear them in this context. My friend and colleague Kim Gonia mentioned that in the sermon she preached on Sunday. She said that “The popular understanding” of this verse “revolves around our need to believe, and specifically our need to believe that God sent Jesus, [God’s] only and loved Son, to the world as a sacrifice so that we might have eternal life, which to most people means, go to heaven.”

But just like any other cherry-picked Bible verse, “The reality is that John 3:16 does not stand alone. It is part of the longer, more nuanced story of a people wondering what the accounts and memories of Jesus’ ministry meant for them. What they revealed about God, and about their hope for the future.” [Pastor Kim again]

Just like you and like me and like everyone who has lived since then—including Dr. Hawking—the person (or people) who wrote this Gospel had questions about the meaning of life and death and the universe. They had heard the stories of this man, Jesus, and his work to bring about the kingdom of God. They had seen God active in their own communities, through the people they knew and loved. They had not seen Jesus’ life and death and resurrection with their own eyes—just like we have not—but they knew there was something true there.

When we focus on John 3:16 as an admonishment to “believe—or else” we miss the whole part about what God did and does. Our reading from the letter to the Ephesians tells us exactly what’s up! “By grace you have been saved, through faith; and this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God—not the result of works” (Eph 2:8-9). That makes my little Lutheran heart sing.

And then John 3:17—the significantly less popular verse that follows the famous one—tells us that God did not come into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world. And do not skip over the part where God came into our world! God created the galaxies, the stars, the asteroids, the nebulas, the planets, the moons, and even the black holes that Dr. Hawking demystified. That very same God lived a whole human life, here in the dust with us.

Online this morning, folks were noting the cosmic nature of this date of Dr. Hawkings’ death. It’s “pi day” 3.14, the first three digits of pi, March 14th, haha. And 300 years ago, today, famous astronomer Galileo Galilei also died. And on this date in 1879, famous physicist Albert Einstein was born. Perhaps life and death in this universe is slightly more intentional than we think. It is worth noting, to me, that Dr. Hawking died during the season of Lent. Do you remember on Ash Wednesday, just four weeks ago, when I reminded you that you are made of dust, and to dust you shall return? And that I blessed you with words from my colleague Emily, who says that we are dust and stardust, and to the cosmos we shall return. Dr. Hawking didn’t believe that there was a heaven to go to, but, atomically, he is certainly returning to the cosmos from whence he came.

The universe is immense, and so is the God who created it. Our lives on this fragile earth, our island home, are very small. But God loves this world. God loves you. God loves Dr. Hawking, and Galileo, and Einstein, too. God loves. Amen.