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.

An Exceptional Easter Sermon

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.

The weather this week in Davis has totally gotten the message that it is Easter, that it is spring, that it is time for new life everywhere. The sky is blue, buds are breaking through on trees, flowers are blooming, grass is impossibly green, seasonal allergies are creeping in, and rain is in the forecast. It is fairly easy to look around at this and understand the feelings of celebration that accompany Easter. The eggs and the rabbits and the butterflies, with their metaphorical significance and their Americanized Easteriness, invite us to perhaps eat a few too many jelly beans.

If you went to church on Sunday—no shade if you didn’t, that’s what we’re here for!—the sermon you heard may have made an April Fools Day joke, because Easter fell on April 1 this year. Thanks be to God, it is now the 4th of April and so we are in no such predicament.

Except Easter is still weird! It’s still kind of unbelievable! Last week, churches all over the world walked through the story of Jesus’ last week alive on earth.

Last Sunday, we celebrated Jesus’ triumphant entry into Jerusalem, subverting the empire in all its glory. On Thursday, we commemorated the last supper with the disciples, renewed our commitment to loving service, and washed each others’ feet. On Friday, we mourned Jesus’ horrific assassination. On Saturday, we sat vigil with the body of Jesus, dead in the tomb. And then, Sunday morning, we gathered to rejoice in the resurrection hope.

Except none of us, here in this room, did that together. We were in different cities, home for spring break, or visiting congregations around town, or weren’t in church all of those days, anyway. When we left this building, it was Lent. And now we’re back, and it’s Easter! No Holy Week required.

Except Holy Week is so, so required. If we’re just at church on Sundays, we go from Palm Sunday—happily waving palm branches and blowing trumpets and cheering—to Easter—happily shouting HALLELUJAH CHRIST IS RISEN INDEED.

Except, in that case, risen from what? If we skip from Palm Sunday to Easter—which, don’t get me wrong, sounds way nice and way easy—the miracle of Jesus’ resurrection doesn’t make sense. If we do not acknowledge and sit with the day on which Jesus died, how can we truly celebrate the day he was raised from the dead?

The feelings of despair on Good Friday and Holy Saturday—days on which there is, truly, no hope—are feelings we do not want to hold on to. We do not want to sit with grief forever. We do not want to sit with pain forever. We do not want to sit with fear forever. We do not want to want to sit with anguish forever. We do not want to sit with uncertainty forever.

The friends and family of Jesus who were present at his death never expected to be there. They were there, just days before, for the big parade! That was awesome! Jesus was changing the world, and they were right there with him!

And then, he was wrenched from their grasp, and with him, their whole vision of the future. Everything they had hoped for, everything they had worked for, everything they loved...was dead. Sometimes you expect life and find death.

The next day was the Sabbath, the first one of Passover, a very holy day. They spent it in a fog, unsure what to do next. Except for three of the women. Mary the mother of James, Mary Magdalene, and Salome spent that day preparing burial spices and ritual action for the following morning. They did what they knew needed to be done to honor the now lifeless body of their friend and teacher. They prepared the spices for anointing, and set out in the pre-dawn darkness for the tomb. They discussed the practicalities of the situation—a huge stone was between them and their work. “Who will roll away the stone for us?” they wonder. The tomb was sealed when they left it. Jesus was dead, and in the tomb, and that was that.

You don’t have to work very hard to imagine their surprise when they arrive and see that the stone has been rolled away. The Gospel According to Mark puts it very plainly: “As they entered the tomb, they saw a young man, dressed in a white robe, sitting on the right side; and they were alarmed.” Alarmed? No kidding. “But he said to them, ‘Do not be alarmed; you are looking for Jesus of Nazareth, who was crucified. He has been raised; he is not here.”

This is wild, y’all. Can you envision this scene? I’m thinking wide eyes, open mouths, cold sweat; the spice jars crashing to the ground, clattering around their feet. This stranger—perhaps an angel?—calmly continues. ‘Go, tell your friends that Jesus is alive, and that you should meet him back home in Galilee.’ Oh, okay, sure. Not unexpectedly, the three terrified women turn on their heels and run. They “fled from the tomb, for terror and amazement had seized them; and they said nothing to anyone, for they were afraid.” They were instructed to go home and relay the message, but they were too afraid.

Until they weren’t! The only reason that we are here in this room tonight is because, at some point, they mustered up the courage to blurt out the biggest secret they’d ever kept. JESUS IS ALIVE! They probably shouted. Or perhaps whispered, and had to be asked to speak up. It’s a story too good to be true, isn’t it? It isn’t April Fools Day, but Easter is only for those of us foolish enough to believe the truth.

Sometimes you expect life and find death; sometimes you expect death and discover life.[1]

This unbelievable Easter story comes to us from the Gospel According to Mark, which ends, controversially, with some verses that scholars believe were added in later. In this version of the story, Jesus does not appear to the women or to the disciples. In this version of the story, “all we get is an empty tomb and some terrified women.” [2] Which works for us, because we have all been afraid. We have all been uncertain. We have all been speechless. This version of the Easter story tells us that it is okay to be afraid. This version of the Easter story also tells us that we no longer have to be afraid. That that Easter morning, and this Easter Wednesday night, Jesus who once was dead is now alive.

And, in the interest of full disclosure, I really needed to be told that this year. There has been a lot of death, and a lot of fear, and a lot of pain, and a lot of misinformation, and a lot of uncertainty, and a lot of sleepless nights, and a lot of asking God a lot of questions.

I struggled during Holy Week and even these past few days to get out of the Lenten and Good Friday darkness and into the bright sun of the Easter dawn. I don’t know if that has been true for you, too, or maybe it was last year, or maybe it will be in the future.

Fear is real. And death is real. Jesus knows that as well as anyone. But what Jesus’ resurrection tells us, every Easter, is that fear and death do not win. Fear and death do not have the final say. The power of God brings life into the world over and over and over again. Every morning is Easter morning.

You may have seen that on my facebook this week, in all capital letters. Every morning is Easter morning, from now on. You are a lucky bunch, because this year I have not chosen to sing the song to you, complete with jazz hands, as I have been known to do. So that you don’t feel entirely left out, please know that a very tacky Easter song from my upbringing includes those words—every morning is Easter morning, from now on—and reminds us that not only is Easter a 50-day-long liturgical season, but it is truly a way of life. We are the Easter people.

Hallelujah! Christ is risen, and we, too, shall rise.

 

[1] On Facebook, I saw this turn of phrase attributed to my friend and colleague, The Rev. TJ Freeman.

[2] I riffed (and ripped) this whole paragraph from the beautiful sermon by The Rev. Christa Compton, without whose proclamation I am not sure I would have believed, this week.

God is Calling—An Audience-Participation Sermon on Listening

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.

Have you sensed a theme for this week yet? Our opening hymn was “Listen, God is Calling” and it involved some call and response that we don’t usually do. And then our first lesson, from 1 Samuel, we did a little reader’s theater, which we don’t usually do. And just when you thought the audience participation might be over! What did you notice about the song and the readings?

I could have chosen any song about being called, and I could have just had one person read the lesson. Is there a meta connection, too?

I am really asking. I have written “insert brilliant responses from students here” in my notes.

[insert brilliant responses from students here]

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We did some extra listening, and some more intentional listening, by doing things differently. We didn’t just mosey through the opening hymn, we didn’t just zone out while someone read a long reading. We listened about listening.

Talking about listening is one of my favorite ironies. In a minute, I am going to stick giant papers on the wall, and you are going to sit for a minute, and think about the answers to the questions written on them, and then get up and write something. And then maybe spend some time this week thinking about the answers.

Where do you hear God?

What has God called you to “come and see,” like Phillip says to Nathanael in the Gospel story?

Who has God called to walk with you?

What has God called us to do?

You can be as literal or as figurative as you like in your responses. You can be as specific or as vague as you like. And in the last one, especially, what has God called us to do, you can think as personal or as communally as you like. Has God called you to something specific? Or, is the whole church called to a certain action?

As soon as I say “there are no wrong answers” I know someone is going to poke at that and find a wrong answer, so I will just preface with this: God does not call us to commit violence against each other or to oppress each other, but otherwise I think anything you come up with is going to be safe.

Where do you hear God?

What has God called you to come and see?

Who has God called to walk with you?

What has God called us to do?

[insert brilliant written responses from students on giant poster papers on the chapel wall]

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Where do you hear God? Anywhere, any time you’re quiet long enough to listen.

What has God called you to come and see? The truth, and that the truth will set you free.

Who has God called to walk with you? The communion of saints.

What has God called us to do? Live as disciples, sharing the good news.

All of us are called. You are called. God speaks to you through all the channels in your life that bring you joy, and that challenge you, and that support you. God has called you and continues to call you to be your best self. God has called you to come and see what freedom, and love, and grace, and friendship, and community, and justice are really all about. God has called us all to walk together, supporting one another and learning from one another. God has called us to live as disciples, sharing the good news. God has called all of us to all of this.

Our scripture this week makes it so plain. There is no person, no place, no circumstance, to which God does not speak. The holy spirit moves in every nation, in every city, in every community, in every person. For centuries, humans have tried to restrict the movement of the spirit, limit the work of God, by declaring who is fit to preach the gospel and who is fit to hear it. In 2018, as we read these words from Samuel and from Eli, from Jesus and from Nathanael and from Phillip, we can say—for sure—that God is still speaking. We can say—for sure—that any restriction on hearing God’s call is not a restriction put there by God, but a restriction put there by people.

God spoke to Samuel, who wasn’t sure what he was hearing. Hearing the voice of God does not always sound like your name, in the middle of the night, when you’re trying to sleep. God can sound like so many different things—in fact, God must sound like so many different things, because God’s people are so many different things. When you feel drawn to something or to someone, and you can’t really explain why, that can be the voice of God. When you’re so excited about something you’re learning or work that you’re doing, that can be the voice of God. When you’re challenged by something, taken outside your comfort zone, that can be the voice of God. When you’re feeling truly at peace, that can be the voice of God.

And the voice of God is not just a still, small voice that we listen for. We, too, are amplifiers and interpreters of the voice of God. When you practice kindness in the midst of this messy world, you help others hear the voice of God. When you work for justice, you help others hear the voice of God. When you provide encouragement, you help others hear the voice of God. When you stand up for something or someone that has been cast aside or silenced, you help others hear the voice of God.

Sometimes, we’re afraid of the word “disciple,” I think. In our American Christian environment, most of the people we know who identify as disciples are like really hardcore, and we’re intimidated by that. We can work our way toward identifying with the word disciple, but already, we’re doing the thing. How we live out our lives as Christians depends on who we are and where we live. “Discipleship require[s] fresh, ongoing, creative acts of interpreting and contextualizing our faith story.” It isn’t going to be the same for you as it is for me, and it won’t be the same as everyone else we meet along the way. We don’t have to compare ourselves to other people, and wonder if we’re “as good a Christian” as they are. “Our discipleship must be for the world the reality of love, justice, peace, and compassion for all”—including our own selves.

As we go out into the world, called and sent, keep asking yourself all those questions. Keep asking God all your big questions, keep asking me all your big questions! And then listen. Listen to yourself. Listen to your God. Listen to your community. Listen, God is calling.

[Dear reader, if you have answers to those questions, I'd love to listen.]