Freedom, cut me loose.

I was recently part of a conversation in which someone characterized people as either a "chaos muppet" or an "order muppet." For example, Animal is a chaos muppet, as his fundamental orientation is toward drumming wildly; Kermit is an order muppet, as his job is to make sure that everyone is in their place in order for the show to start.

I am an order muppet.

I am in my fourth year of using a Passion Planner to structure my work (my employment and my self-work). I am a six on the enneagram. I am an ESFJ. I am a Hufflepuff. These may mean something to you, these may mean nothing to you. That's fine.

Mostly, what they have meant to me, is that structure is where I find freedom. When there are no rules, I freeze. When there are unclear expectations, I freeze. I rarely go with the flow. I just tried to think of a good example of a time when I have relinquished full logistical control to someone else and, truly, could not think of a good one—until recently. This year has been full of unexpected blessings and not-so-blessed-things. (I feel the need to acknowledge the absolute dumpster fire state of the world as part of this, but we're all here, we all know.) 

Since this is the big, wide, internet, I'm not about to walk you through every moment of what's been happening, but suffice it to say that from mid-December 2017 until now, approximately nothing has gone according to plan for me or some of my dearest loved ones. There has been death, and near-death, and sickness, and surgery. And there has been new life, and new cities, and new houses. Some of our unexpectedness has been positive, but even with those changes comes grief about what had been. Throughout these months, I have handed over—or admitted I had no control over, if we're being really real—the lives and livelihoods of my dearest ones to the God we love and who loves us. Throughout these months, I have reviewed the vows my husband and I made to each other last October, trusted that he meant what he said, and trusted that we are in this together. I, most terrifyingly, placed deep trust in doctors and nurses and other medical professionals.

There was nothing I could do. I had to let go of any semblance of control, and trust everyone else. While I identify these last several months as tumultuous, they have brought deep clarity to my sense of self: I have begun to consider perhaps occasionally going with the flow on purpose.

I have begun to notice that I may have placed too rigid of structures on my own self. There is a difference between keeping my calendar together—so that my colleagues and I are on the same page about what time we're meeting—and setting rules for myself that make it harder to enjoy my life. 

[I re-wrote a few versions of a sentence and stared at the cursor for a while before getting to the sentence that follows this parenthetical.]

I am going to abandon my reading list. 

I know what you're thinking: who cares? Me. And that's why I'm letting it go. I love to read, and I needed a way to structure my reading after a lifetime of syllabi. I floundered for the first year after seminary, unsure how to access all the leisure reading (and learning) I wanted to do, now that I was free. So I set myself some structure for 2016—Book Riot's #ReadHarder challenge and Rachel Syme's Women's Lives Club—and I read. And last year, I did it again. And this year, I set out to do it again. Due to the aforementioned absolute mess of a Q1, I am "behind" in my progress, and—most importantly—not excited about the books I have lined up. There are categories of books that I agonized over, and yet somehow convinced myself that this was going to be good? Even limits have their limits.

It's baseball season, so we're spending our evenings watching game after game. It's awesome. I'm listening to my usual podcasts, including one about baseball, on which a writer whose book I'd been eyeing (but not buying! Because it isn't on the list!) was interviewed so well that I cried. And then ordered her book. I have read more pages in the last week than in the month before that.

I do not believe I will ever abandon my life goal to #ReadFewerWhiteDudes. Rest assured, dear reader. And I will keep posting my reading on social media as I complete books, but I will also stop reading the two books I'm stuck in the middle of because I truly DGAF about them. And will not regard this as "failure" or feel shame about it! I will order books that I hear about that I want to read! And then I will read them! Ahhhhhhhh

God loves you. You are free. Go tell everyone else. (Acts 2:1-21)

On Monday afternoon, Jonathan and I were walking through Berkeley for lunch, and he casually asked—as he kindly does when he knows I’m preaching—“What’s your sermon about?” 

I said, “Pentecost!” And he, as a secular Jew, rightfully said something like, “Right. Whatever that is…?”

I tried to explain, loosely, that it’s the 50th day of Easter and we celebrate the Holy Spirit coming to the Apostles. This slough of church words did not unfurrow his eyebrows.

I tried again: The apostles were all gathered together for dinner—it was 50 days after Passover—and were locked in their upper room in Jerusalem again because they were still afraid. Things hadn’t quite settled down with the powers that be, and the apostles were struggling to proclaim the Gospel that Jesus had given them.

The thing is, I think, they were so used to Jesus being around, providing direct instructions day after day, that once left to their own devices, they realized how much they’d relied on him to do the work of the church. They felt lost.

Before he died, Jesus had told the apostles, “I will not leave you orphaned…God will send you an advocate to be with you…” (John 14). As usual, I imagine that what Jesus said and the disciples heard were not exactly the same. They likely expected some…person to show up and take the lead. Have you ever felt like that? Like in a “Jesus take the wheel” kind of way? You and Peter both.

So in this Acts story, they’re behind closed doors, whispering the good news to one another, paralyzed with fear. And for good reason! The leaders that killed Jesus are still the leaders. Politics are tenuous, and nobody wants to be made an example. The apostles face a tough choice—stay safe and quiet or take the risk and go public? “Will the movement be ruled by fear? Will the apostles be contained and confined? Rendered timid and silent? Pentecost comes with a bold answer—no.”[1]

Herein lies the deep subversive nature of the Pentecost event and of the early church.

Pentecost was and is a public display of our freedom from fear, found in the liberating power of Christ crucified, emboldening us to speak the truth of the Gospel aloud.

In the Acts of the Apostles, the powers and principalities are wary of this freedom to speak. They try to discredit this revolutionary act by claiming that those bold enough to speak are crazy or drunk.
No earthly power can match this empowered community of believers—preachers, fishermen, widows, prostitutes, tax collectors, lepers, women, children.

The promise that Jesus made to the apostles—that they will have this power—is of course tied to conflict and persecution. Remember when he warned them that they would be persecuted for being associated with him (John 15)? Welp, this is it. But he also said that in those scary times, the Holy Spirit would empower them to speak their truths even more boldly.

Pentecost means the apostles can go into their community and say “Jesus the Christ is risen—alleluia! You are free from sin! You are free from bondage! Get up—walk! Be healed! You are my sister, my brother—eat at my table! Drink and be filled! You are the beloved child of the living God! No high priest, no king, no excuse for a civic leader can chain you anymore. You are free.”

Here, now, in 2015, where are we? Are we locked in the upper room, fearful of where our truths may lead? Are we cautious to identify ourselves as Christians? Are we cautious to say “God loves you” when we meet someone who clearly believes otherwise? Are we cautious to say “come eat at our table”?

Because here, now, in 2015, it’s not hip to dig Jesus. It’s not hip to say “God loves you” in public. And the Religious Right has commandeered so much of our precious holy language that when we say “My faith informs my politics” we have to explain really hard what we don’t mean.

Proclaiming liberation is still unpopular in our world of war, mass incarceration, police brutality, racism, sexism—we have much to fear.

But after today, after the Pentecost has come, we are free. We are free to be bold. We are bold to proclaim that Jesus the Christ is risen—alleluia! We are bold to proclaim that we and every living thing are free from the power of sin and death.

When we see or hear the “good news” being used to exclude, hurt, control, or otherwise disempower our sisters and brothers, we are bold to say enough now! No more!

When we see or hear the name of Christ used to justify violence, oppression, racism, misogyny, sexism, heterosexism, imperialism, patriarchy, war, slavery, or silence—in our churches, schools, government, families—we are bold say enough now! No more!

The question I leave you with, dear sisters, is not “if” you will boldly proclaim the liberating truths of the Gospel –but when, where, and how.

May you be emboldened by the power of the Holy Spirit this day and always. Amen.




[1] Bill Wylie-Kellerman, “In the Boldness of the Spirit: Fellowship and risk before the authorities” Sojourners.

Love Will Come Set Us Free, I Know it Will -- Luke 7:1-10



1 Kings 8:22-23, 41-43
Psalm 96
Galatians 1:1-12
Luke 7:1-10

This liturgical year, we’re in the year of Luke, and it’s been a while since we actually had a Gospel text from Luke, so I’m so glad to be back here! Because what I love about Luke, as a gospel author, is that everything he writes is so intentional. Luke is not in the business of telling us a story about Jesus just to listen to himself speak.

In Luke’s stories, every character is acting out of his or her social location, and we’re meant to notice that. And Jesus and the disciples are interacting across borders and through social boundaries, and we’re meant to notice that. The words and work of Jesus here are enmeshed in a society that did not have ears to hear or eyes to see, but that they do see and they do hear cannot be overlooked. The power of God to overcome our complicated human nonsense and bring a message of radical inclusion and social justice to a weary world cannot be overlooked. [Sometimes, I look quizzically at the lectionary compilers, and wonder just what common thread they’ve expected me to find between the texts they’ve selected. This week is one that restores my faith in them.]

As we journey through the history of the people of God in these texts, we hear first from Solomon the Wise, calling out to God and to his community that all should be welcome in the temple, that all should be here, offering their prayer and their praise in the name of this God, YHWH, who is the breath of their common life. That where you come from should not bar you from this community. Our God is the God of all people. The good news is for the whole people of earth.

It can feel a little sticky, though, in our postmodern world of political correctness, to proclaim that our God is the God above all other gods. And so a theologian named Diane Chen reminds us, for that reason, that we must not only tell the world of our God’s salvation, “but also be agents of that salvation in a hurting and unjust world.” I love best what she writes, next, “proclaiming God cannot be done at a safe distance,” she says. “Christians cannot insulate themselves from the ills of the world and settle for a holy huddle. God's compassion and justice are organic and tactile. They require engagement in the messiness of poverty, marginalization, exploitation, and all other atrocities human beings do to themselves, to one another, and to creation on individual and systemic levels.” She then asks if, now that we’ve talked the talk, if we’re willing to walk the walk. This deep dive into human ills is exactly where Luke’s stories of Jesus take us.

This story of the healing of the centurion’s slave could not be richer. Our cast of characters come from markedly different social locations. Jesus, a transient Jewish rabbi—the centurion, an authority of the Roman empire—the slave, the least powerful it is possible to be. We’re looking at a microcosm of this whole society.

This Roman centurion is unusual in a few ways. He’s seeking the healing of one of his slaves—presumably, he has many, and could just as easily be rid of this one and get a healthy one without another thought, but Luke tells us that this centurion “valued his slave highly.” And Luke also tells us that the centurion was a benefactor of the local Jewish community, having contributed to the building of their house of worship. That’s pretty unusual.

He sent some Jewish friends of his to talk to Jesus on his behalf, because that’s what someone with his civil authority would do. These Jewish elders implored Jesus on their centurion friends’ behalf, listing just how positive an influence he’d had on the community, and expressing his worthiness of having Jesus heal his slave.

Jesus had any number of options, here. He could have simply dismissed these Jewish elders because he didn’t have time, or because he was on his way to somewhere more important, or because he had no business healing the slave of a Roman centurion, or because he had no business communicating with a Roman centurion, or because he couldn’t be bothered to enter the ritually unclean house of the Roman centurion…

Instead, he notices that he’s not far from the place where the centurion lives, and will just head on over there and see what’s happening. Having been informed of Jesus’ impending visit, the centurion panics, sending more messengers to meet Jesus on the road and explain that Jesus should stop right where he is—the centurion cannot allow Jesus to enter his ritually unclean house, cannot imagine that Jesus himself would actually come out to his house of all places and heal his slave of all slaves, and says that certainly Jesus can just say the word, from out there on the road, and all manner of things will be made well.

A great thing is happening here. Simultaneously, Jesus’ willingness to come into this place makes the centurion fear that he is unworthy of the generosity and healing headed toward his household, and Jesus’ willingness to come has declared the centurion worthy. Jesus’ willingness to cross all sorts of social boundaries has rendered them all inert.

There are no roadblocks to the healing presence and life-giving word of Jesus, the Christ. The rules that govern this society—so deeply entrenched that the rules themselves make this story worth telling—have been bent and broken by the faith of this centurion—simultaneous cautious optimism and bold assertion of his place in the family of God.

We, as human people, have put walls between us and God, even though our own scriptures proclaim that nothing can separate us! Clearly, grace such as that is for others, who are more than worthy to receive it, but us? Oh, no, we have done something to render us unworthy. If you only knew just what it was we’d done.

Luke has written this story down so that we might be assured that the love of God in Jesus, the Christ, is not restricted by the boundaries we’ve constructed.

And now that we know that neither death nor life nor angels nor rulers nor things present nor things to come neither height nor depth nor all of creation can ever separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus, our Lord…now that we know that, we can proclaim ever-so-boldly, the freedom that is ours. Certainly, the weight of the world hangs over our heads, but the love of God liberates us from all of that. Untangles us from the webs we weave. Unmires us from the muck of oppressive systems set up to keep us down.

In his letter to the Galatians, Paul warns against the dangers of the “nongospel” that he fears will ensnare them. We had some great conversations at Bible Exploration earlier this week about all the things that this “nongospel” could be in our world. We hear the prosperity gospel—the first shall be first and the last shall be last, right?—all day every day in our national consumer struggle to own everything. We are lured in to place our faith in the false gods of power, and money, and sex, and violence, and politics, and empire, and fear of other.

The human systems of Jesus’ social order were not designed for equity and neither are the systems of our social order. The impoverished, the marginalized, and the exploited are still as such. The violence we inflict on ourselves, each other, and our planet—whether we are directly complicit or simply do nothing to stop it—make our world heavy and dark.

We are drawn, therefore, to these nongospel gods, that promise us release from that darkness and weight. We are drawn to them by our secular world, totally, but we’re drawn to them out of the mouths of preachers, too. This myth of the gospel as individualist self-help manual comes to us from church after church. But this morning, His Holiness Pope Francis tweeted that, "the world tells us to seek success, power, and money. God tells us to seek humility, service, and love." And so anything preached as gospel that is remotely contradictory to “love your God and love your neighbor as yourself” should cause us to, at the very least, raise our eyebrows.

What’s alluring about these nongospels is that they sound wayyyyy easier than what the words of Jesus are calling us to do and be. The Apostle Paul’s loyalty to the radically equalizing gospel of Jesus the Christ leads him to admonish the church at Galatia for their quick and easy fall into the nongospel. He writes that he is, “astonished” that they are “so quickly deserting the one who called” them “in the grace of Christ.” But what he doesn’t write is that it’s going to be easy or popular to follow in the example left for them by Jesus, the Christ. Instead, he writes one of my favorite sentences in all of his letters. “If I were still pleasing people,” he writes, “I would not be a servant of Christ.” And by pleasing people, he doesn’t mean being friendly and nice—because certainly that is within the scope of being a Christian.

But that is far too soft. The message of Jesus the Christ—and with it the mission of the church—is to proclaim the radical notion that all of us are equally worthy of the love of God, and that we ought to express our belovedness in our love for and service of one another. And Paul is reminding the church at Galatia that this is a new way of being. This doesn’t sidle right up to business as usual. This is a new life. We are a new creation. This is unlike any community of which we’ve ever been part—and unlike any community from which we’ve ever been excluded!

At worship on Thursday, a song called “Ain’t No Reason,” by Brett Dennen, served as a companion to this Gospel text. In it, Brett laments that our current world doesn’t make a whole lot of sense, a whole lot of the time. He sings, “There ain’t no reason things are this way—it’s how they’ve always been and they intend to stay. I can’t explain why we live this way, but we do it every day.” He talks about a plethora of social ills that he could do without—poverty, hate, political corruption, odious debt, slavery, homelessness, the prison-industrial complex, weapons of war, sweatshops—but he croons in a breathtakingly simple, repetitive chorus, that love will come set us free. Though there is chaos and commotion wherever we go, he sings, we try to follow in the alternative way of love.

And so, like Brett, we know that the world is dark and dreary and heavy and that our own hearts can be dark and dreary and heavy. And our needs to be healed and to be freed and to be fed imply that there is sickness, and there is imprisonment, and there is hunger and thirst. The gospel we hear and proclaim to all nations does not suppose that these realities are covered up or sugar-coated or neatly-packaged. Or that you—or anyone—is not worthy of being healed, freed, and fed—but rather, the love of God in Jesus the Christ has brought about new realities of liberation and wholeness and community. Love has come and set us free.

Thanks be to God. Amen.