Go! Come! Do This!—A Sermon on Verbs and Faith

I preached this sermon to the good people of Lutheran Church of the Incarnation in Davis

I bring you greetings this morning from the Belfry, as our frenzied students prepare for their last week of classes and the onslaught of finals. Keep them in your prayers! The LEVNeers have several weeks before they move on, so keep us in your prayers as we keep up the good work!

As you may have heard, I was recently ordained—just two weeks ago, in fact—down south at my home parish of Bethlehem Lutheran in Encinitas. It’s so exciting to get to be with y'all this morning in an official capacity! Thanks for your support of the Belfry that helped in small and large ways to make calling me to serve there possible. Since Pastor Jocelynn has been on sabbatical since February (she returns August 1), I’ve been at the helm. The new responsibilities therein have included being the preacher each week! I have always loved preaching—inasmuch as I have always loved talking, and I have always loved the good news of Jesus the Christ—but this is my first full-time gig, and I am learning very rapidly just how much there is to say!

I often say that I self-identify as a word nerd. One of the best parts about that identity is that the words themselves rhyme. So good. In high school, I copy-edited the yearbook. In college, I worked in the Writing Center, helping students improve their papers and presentations. I pay an inordinate amount of attention to grammar in everything I hear and read. I was recently bothered by Presidential candidates—from different parties—who misidentified a group of nouns as adjectives and a group of adjectives as verbs, respectively. Words matter to me.

My seminary preaching professor, Tom Rogers, gave us approximately one million exercises to try with the words in our lectionary texts each week. During his class, we were expected to do all of them on our assigned weeks. Now, in our professional lives, we probably do a fraction—our favorites, the quickest ones. I’m grateful, in this new weekly role, for the word toolbox he provided me.

One of the things I do each week is excavate all the texts on the grammatical level. I mark up all the verbs, all the adjectives, and divide the nouns into categories of places and people. It helps me frame what’s going on in the story, or who’s doing and saying what to whom, and what’s being asked of us in the process. Looking at all the component parts of the text is different than the big picture. This week, the most grammatically, theologically, and ecclesially interesting text is the psalm. Let me explain.

By the way, I love that here at LCI you read the psalm on Sunday morning. Not every parish does, and that's a bummer. The fact that the lectionary compilers included an accompanying psalm for every day of the year—not just Sundays!—should tell us a little something about their value. Some of the more underrated words in our scripture, but the sources of so many of our great hymns and songs. This week’s psalm, number 96, is so excellent. It’s packed full of goodness. And it’s packed full of verbs! In the 13 verses we read this morning, there are 12 *different* verbs directed at the hearer.

Sing to the lord! Bless God’s name! Tell of salvation, declare God’s glory, praise, revere, ascribe, worship, tremble, say, rejoice, and exult! We’ll do a handful of those together this morning, fortunately, but a few of them have to happen outside these walls. We have instructions to follow; we have work to do; we have words to say.

On Wednesday, ELCA Presiding Bishop Elizabeth Eaton hosted a the third in a series of live webcasts from Chicago, with Mikka McCracken from ELCA World Hunger moderating, and guests Matthew Stuhlmueller and Rubén Durand, ordained pastors doing work in Chicago and around the country. (Did any of you watch? Stay tuned for the next one in October!)

The four of them talked about a number of things, particularly about how we as the ELCA can get outside of our Northern European ethnic bubble and out into the multicultural world we live in, inviting everyone in our communities to the table and to share stories. This is something we say that we are deeply committed to, but as the second-LEAST-diverse denomination in the United States, we have, um, room for improvement.

One of the most concrete suggestions they made was the vulnerable task of evangelism. Eek! We all take a step back when we hear that word. But what they suggested was not so scary. As the people of God, we are called to be in relationship with one another and with everyone else. In fact, there isn’t even supposed to be an “everyone else” with us. We’re supposed to love our neighbors, and that begins with knowing our neighbors. That begins with friendly conversations—not just transactions—with the staff at restaurants and in retail stores; that begins with notes of appreciation to our children’s teachers; that begins with civility between parents at the soccer tournament; that begins with kindness to our coworkers, especially those who work “below” us; that begins with slightly deeper small talk at coffee hour this morning.

We can’t invite our friends and colleagues and neighbors—let alone strangers—to join our communities if we have not truly joined our communities. If we are not truly connected to one another, we are not truly connected to God.

One of the most-asked questions during the webcast—and throughout our lives as Christians—is: how do we do that? What do we do? But this is where we are in luck, because of our psalm full of verbs! We can do so many things! We can sing to the Lord; we can bless God’s name; we can tell of our salvation; we can praise and worship and revere our God—these are all important in the work of the Gospel. As we live out our lives, everything we do can be done in the name of Christ. Our main man Martin Luther reportedly said once that a Christian shoemaker does not do his Christian duty by putting little crosses on every pair of shoes, but by making good quality shoes and operating an ethical business.

Evangelism can be beautiful in this way—if we are engaging our fellow humans in ways that are kind and just, we are doing what God has asked of us. Taking the next step—inviting someone to join in our worshipping community—is where we get all squirmy. It doesn’t have to so uncomfortable, though. I am certain that there are activities that this congregation does that are not worship services on Sunday morning. Things like service trips, and movie nights, and BBQs, and climate summits. Those things might intimidate a neighbor a little bit less, no? It’s funny, because all of those things are on the list of verbs our psalmist gave us. Aren’t those situations of joy, and of fellowship, and of work, and of celebration of creation?

Our work is not as hard as it sounds, anymore, is it? We know that all our neighbors are beloved, yes? Inasmuch as we are beloved children of God, so are all those who share in our community here in Davis and across the globe. The sort of odd story presented to us from the Gospel According to Luke this morning has something to say about that universality of God’s love.

In our story, a Roman centurion—a soldier of the occupying force in town—has a slave who is ill. We are told that he values this slave very highly, and many might romanticize that situation, forgetting that slavery is a human rights violation, not a business partnership. We should doubt that the values the slave highly for any reason other than the monetary value of that slave’s work. There is little benevolence to be found in this setup.

This Roman soldier is well-known in Capernaum—the story tells us that he built the temple for the Jews. He’s familiar, then, with this holy man, Jesus of Nazareth, that they talk about. He has heard the stories they’ve told about his power to heal. He has heard about a paralyzed man walking, and a blind man seeing, and a leprous man cleansed, and a hemorrhaging woman healed, and a possessed man exorcised. He has heard his Jewish subjects speak differently about this man than they do about the other so-called healers who travel through town. He has heard them say that this man is different. This man, Jesus, speaks to Samaritan women. And eats dinner with tax collectors. He touches the untouchable.

In a lot of our Bibles this story is called “The Faith of the Centurion.” I think that’s an error. This story speaks not necessarily to the faith of the Roman soldier, but of the faith of the Jewish people in his midst. It speaks to the truth of who Jesus is, and to the power of the God who sent him. That this man, Jesus, and therefore his Lord, YHWH, the creator of the universe is so enamored of humanity that he loves not only the Jews but the Gentiles! And if he heals the Jews, then, might he, in his depth of compassion and power heal the slave of the occupying Romans?!

This is what amazes Jesus. This recognition of the power of God to cross borders and boundaries and leap right past oppressive systems into the humanity of each and every person.

This all-encompassing power to heal and to restore and to make new is exactly what we are called to proclaim. When we sing to the Lord, when we bless God’s holy name, when we tell of the salvation that is ours, we are doing it because there should be no one among us who does not know! There should be no one among us who is not healed! There should be no one among us who is outside this love, my friends. No one.

As you leave this place today, carry this with you. Carry with you the deep knowledge of the love of God, and do not just keep it to yourself! Give each of those verbs a try!


#YesAllWomen

I've been a little busy (you know, graduating from seminary) and so I haven't been here, addressing all the things that have caught my attention in the last few months. My newfound freedom (this week has already been sprinkled with "what now?" and "I think I'm bored" more than once) allows for some words on #YesAllWomen, and what that has to do with me.

I've been mulling over just how I want to talk about it, and a lot of that has to do with how everyone else has chosen to talk about it. If you've been on the internet in the last week, you've seen a lot more think pieces about misogyny than you're used to (unless you're me and you follow feminist writers who rarely put down the subject). You've seen the responses from men and women in support and in opposition. I don't really want to give you the scoop on who thought it was great and who thought it was stupid--you have the rest of the internet for that information. What I want to tell you is how I experienced it. Because this is my blog and that's what I do here.

On Saturday night (5/24) I crawled into bed after a wonderfully busy day of graduating and celebrating. I checked Facebook and Instagram to like some more of my classmates' pictures, and then perused twitter to see what had gone on that day, since I'd been largely absent. My feed was full of tweets and retweets tagged #YesAllWomen, sharing stories of harassment and trauma and the added terror of never being heard.

Women empowered each other to tell the world just what it is that we suffer day in and day out. We talked about everyday street harassment: catcalls, demands for smiles, lewd gestures, being followed, additional harassment for refusing advances. We talked about bars: unwanted chatter, drinks that demand something in return, being anonymously groped, additional harassment for refusing advances. We talked about dates: fear of the semi-stranger we'd agreed to meet, escape plans, "got home safe" text messages.

We talked about things like the number of men who hadn't called us for a third date after we'd said "no" to sex on the second. We talked about male friends who regularly use "rape" in sentences that are not about rape. We talked about male friends who think catcalls are compliments. We talked about talking to our friends and partners about our experiences, and about their less-than-thoughtful responses. We talked about how we hadn't necessarily thought about all of these things as misogyny before, but recognized the implications that our bodies were something to which those men felt entitled, and their ability to brush off our worst fears.

In addition, of course, to talking about all of our fears, we talked about why we have these fears in the first place. We talked about stranger rape, and date rape, and partner rape. We talked about intimate partner violence of all kinds. We talked about being attacked on the street and having onlookers literally look on. We talked about stalkers and about police departments who couldn't help until there was a crime committed.

The point is that we talked. We learned more about each other, we learned more about our common lives, we learned more about how to talk to children and adults about the realities of violence. I learned about how common my experiences (and the experiences of my friends) have been. It's hard to explain how gross it feels to feel lucky that I have never been raped. It's a little bit grosser to debate with myself about putting a "yet" in that sentence.

If you're male, think about the ways in which your behavior could be perceived as scary to women. If you can't think of any examples, ask a female friend or your female partner, if you have one. She may love you, but she can probably think of one. And when she next tells you about the harassment she received on her way to your house, worry about that. And when you're next with your male friends and one of them says or does something you think even borders on sexism or misogyny or harassment, say so. That's what it takes.

If you haven't spent time in the #YesAllWomen hashtag, mosey on over and read for yourself what's up. Think about the ways in which you interact with your fellow humans. I know, right? That's really all I'm asking.

Healing -- Luke 8:26-39


I Kings 19:1-15
Psalm 22
Galatians 3:23-29
Luke 8:26-39

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.

But you may be feeling a little heavy right now, after hearing the texts for today. We talked about that as we were reading through these texts at Bible exploration on Tuesday. We noted that Elijah is the definition of desperate. And, though we didn’t read it this morning, know that the psalmist repeatedly begs God to come to her aid. This man of the Gerasenes is tormented by demons and abandoned by his community.

And this is a little confusing, because recently, it was Easter, and more recently Pentecost, and so we’re all joyously resurrected and we’re empowered by the fire of the Holy Spirit! Right!? But sometimes it can feel like that sort of…wears off after a while. And so in these stories, we get a look at what life looks like when we’re in need of resurrection and in need of the Holy Spirit’s cleansing fire. When we just get stuck in the stuff of life. When we feel so low, or so broken, or so outcast. When there’s just a rut we can’t quite get out of. When the responsibilities of everyday life just feel like chaos. When we feel we’ve exhausted all the possibilities and there’s just no energy to continue.

In our story from I Kings, Elijah has just run out into the desert, fleeing for his life, and feels like all is lost and that he just could not possibly go any further. But God has a different idea about that. God nourishes Elijah and sends him out to a new city to do a new thing. And we’re hip to that this year! It’s the ELCA’s year of Always Being Made New. In everything that we’re doing this year (and every year) God is making all things new. God is taking the exhaustion of our lives and restoring us to the whole, full people that God created us to be.

But it’s not so simple. For this man among the Gerasenes, whose demons have caused him to be chained and shackled and left in the darkest corner of his community, “always being made new” seems far from reality. He is constantly tormented by the legion of demons in his mind, and by the rejection he’s received from the people around him.

They fear him. And he probably fears himself. His anguish is so overpowering that he breaks the chains that the people have bound him in. He lives in the tombs, among the dead, the furthest from his society it is possible to be. They have, essentially, left him for dead. So it is not just him, but also them, who need to be healed and restored to wholeness. Most human communities are guilty of relegating some group to the outskirts.

This is not specific to the Gerasenes, nor is it specific to the Galatians. This portion of Paul’s letter includes some of his more famous words. It is written that we are no longer Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female. We are one in the body of Christ. Paul would not have written this if the community at Galatia was a model of inclusivity. Clearly, they’re struggling with the desire to use the law to exclude people from the Christian community. In this new community, the only law is radical love—everyone is welcome to the table. 

Theologian and author Jim Rice has put the words right in my mouth. He writes, “Christ has rendered obsolete the practice of separating and judging on the basis of race, ethnicity, religious lineage, gender, economic status, or class. The human tendency to divide and denigrate is deeply ingrained, but God's way of equality and unity is the new order of things. The consequences of that profound revelation are still unfolding.”

And that could not be more true. There are ills that plague us as individuals and as communities. And we have a problem not only with the original divisions but with the solutions to the divisions! We have found ever-deeper ways to alienate one another, with divisions that are not from God but are of human creation and human misunderstanding.

And so like this man, we need not only to be healed of our demons and restored to the community of care that surrounds us, but also like the Gerasenes as a whole, our communities need to be made aware of the profound ways in which we separate ourselves from one another, and we need to be reconciled and restored.

Proclaiming that the radically equalizing love of God in Jesus the Christ has the power to heal us, first implies that we are in desperate need of healing.  We need to be healed of our own, deep, personal maladies. Our feelings of inadequacy. Our fears of isolation and abandonment. Our addictions. Our traumas of abuse or of neglect. Our scars of betrayal and distrust.

We need to be healed of our destructive compulsions. We need to be healed of our shameful silence. We need to be healed of the ways we try to stifle our pain and heal ourselves through different, damaging behaviors. We need to be healed of the shame we feel from that which has excluded us and relegated us to the fringes of our communities -- whether it is mental illness, physical disability, gender identity, citizenship status -- or a perceived social ill like our history of abuse or our divorce or our criminal record. Or our sin so painful, we have never been able even to speak it aloud.

Of all these things, we need to be healed. And we will not be healed by the wave of a wand or the snap of fingers. We will not be healed by our will alone. We will not, either, be healed solely by the power of someone other than us. We will be healed by the radical love and grace of God in Jesus Christ, of that much we can be certain – and we must claim that we are broken in order to be made whole. We can begin to be healed by acknowledging that we are in deep need.

This will take time. And this will take tears. But through the depths of our despair -- through the wind, the fire, the earthquake, the sound and the fury of the chaos that surrounds us! Through it all, God will be alongside us in the sound of sheer silence. God will speak to us in that still, small voice.

That still small voice that, when we could not get out of bed to face the troubles of our own souls, said, "get up!"

That still small voice that, when were debilitated by our anxiety and our fear into the paralysis of isolation, said, "do not be afraid, I am with you."

That still small voice that, when we thought all hope was lost, when all options had been exhausted, when there was nowhere left to go, said, "follow me."

It will be that still small voice that offers us encouragement when no one else will. It will be that still, small voice that calms the storms that rage around us. It will be that still, small voice.

And once we have heard that still small voice, we will be able to use our own. We will be able to speak from the depths of our hearts about the need for healing in our world. Because we have seen that we need healing not just on individual levels but on the corporate level. We need to be healed from our predisposition toward hating one another and fearing one another. We need to be healed from our insatiable thirst for violence.

We need to be healed from the infectious diseases of systemic and institutionalized racism, sexism, classism, heterosexism, xenophobia. We need to be healed of the military-industrial complex and of the prison-industrial complex. We need to be healed of the scourge of the failure of the war on drugs and with it of the mass incarceration of people of color. We need to be healed of the epidemic of gun violence in our classrooms and in our suburban shopping malls, yes, but also on the forgotten streets of our ghettos.

We need to be healed from our destructive desire to consume whatever is in our path, no matter the economic or environmental consequence. We need to be healed of the consequences of authoritarian dictators who have ravaged their countries and torn their people apart.
It all starts with a still, small voice. A still, small voice that reminds us that, under the new law of Christ, we are no longer Jew or Greek, slave or free, woman or man, black or white, citizen or immigrant, republican or democrat -- we are all one in the body of Christ.

And while our differences should be celebrated as we work together to be that body of Christ in this world, it is imperative that we recognize that our invaluable contributions are just that -- no more valuable than the contributions of any other, and certainly no less. We as a people bring so many gifts to this table, all of which are welcome. And we also bring all of our hurt to this table, all of which is welcome. This is what we mean when we say all are welcome. This is what we mean when we say come as you are.

Come to this table of grace, to be celebrated and to be healed and to be restored and to be loved. And leave this table to celebrate and to heal and to restore and to love. Return to your home and tell everyone what God has done for you.

Amen.