Holy Wisdom, Holy Word

This is going to be a little bit of  inside baseball, but preaching on Trinity Sunday is sort of a “gotcha” for a lot of preachers, because there is very little that you can say, technically, about the Holy Trinity that isn’t a heresy. And not only would it be heresy, it would probably be heresy for which somebody or several somebodies fought and died centuries ago. Every approximation, every generalization, every summary, is somehow not quite orthodox. 

Fortunately, I don’t think it’s very interesting just to recite for you what the orthodox definition of the Holy Trinity is, and so I shan’t. It’s sort of like how “does God exist?” is the least interesting question you can ask about God. [1] But, I also don’t like to assume that everybody playing along knows all the details, so I will tell you that the Holy Trinity is God. Historically rendered as God the Father, and God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit. In a feat of math, God is simultaneously one and three. 

Hence, we are not Unitarians, who believe in the one-ness of God and do not confess the divinity of Jesus of Nazareth. Nor are we polytheists, who worship several distinct gods. We are Trinitarian Monotheists and we are special. See page 4 of your bulletin for the Nicene Creed for more details.

This is my last sermon, and in fact my last day as part of the staff at the Episcopal Church of St. Martin. It would be memorable…? but ultimately rude to stream out of here in a flash of unorthodox pronouncements. But I hope that, by now, you know that’s not really my style. I prefer to ruffle feathers with surprisingly orthodox pronouncements, if I’m being honest. Quoting Jesus directly is usually a fine recipe for disruption. 

Since today is the Feast of the Holy Trinity, and is a perfect day for celebrating Pride alongside the city of Davis, I have several very authoritative theological pronouncements to make. The reason that I am not reciting any three-dollar church words about persons and substances for you this morning is because doctrinal purity is not the most important aspect of our life with God. 

And, as such, the Holy Trinity is not merely a complex theological concept to be comprehended, but a relational reality to be lived. God-for-us, God-with-us, God-in-us.

We are deeply blessed by a God who shows up to us in more than one way. As the one who created us and loves us as we are; as the one who teaches us how to be fully human and who redeemed that humanity from sin and death; and as the one who empowers us to live into the fullness of our created being. 

You may find yourself connecting deeply with one person of the Trinity, or perhaps with a different one at different times in your life. There may be days or seasons when the immensity of the cosmos fills you with awe, and you are bowled over with love for God the Creator. There may be days or seasons when you reach for redemption and newness, and you sit at the foot of the cross of Jesus. There may be days or seasons when you feel bold, filled with the Holy Spirit’s power. God-for-us, God-with-us, God-in-us.

I know that I said that I wasn’t going to do three-dollar church words, but one of my favorite things is to verbify a noun, like to say “theologizing” like, doing theology? Is that maybe just a two-dollar church word? Great. The Doctrine of the Trinity, which we do have, I just am choosing to skirt, came about like so much of Christian scripture and thought—through the people of God theologizing their experience. 

The premise of God as three and one comes from the lived reality of those who walked the earth with Jesus of Nazareth. Encounters with him seemed like encounters with God, but he also spoke about God as being distinct from himself. So that’s at least the two-ness of God. And then, like in today’s Gospel reading, Jesus spoke of the Spirit of God being among his disciples as an advocate and comforter. They experienced this presence of God when Jesus was gone from them, so that’s different in another way. So we’re at three-ness. 

Our Christian ancestors wondered and wondered about this, seeking ways to “express this mystery with poetry and precision.” [2] Ultimately, they decided—very hasty paraphrase, there—that it was just…all of the above. God is one and God is three. God is here, and there, and everywhere. God-for-us, God-with-us, God-in-us.

Because God is one and also three, God defies normativity. God is radically creative, engaging in miraculous life-giving acts throughout time and space. We, as creatures of God and as God’s beloved children, are co-creators of the world God loves. We are part and parcel of God’s dream, the building blocks of Beloved Community. 

You, dear one, are a beloved child of God, as you are and as you are becoming. Whether or not you know how to define yourself as your full self, you have wholeness and freedom and identity in Christ. You are a member of the family of God, you are a member of the Body of Christ. You are a tongue of fire in the Spirit’s movement throughout the world. 

There’s a hymn that is easily my all-time favorite, it was sung at my ordination, and almost any time I have any control over the hymn selection. It’s hymn number 710 in Evangelical Lutheran Worship, it was written by William Whitla to a tune by Gustav Holst, in 1989. It was written in the midst of tremendous global upheaval, namely the dissolution of the Soviet Union. The hymn calls upon our rich scriptural poetry and the writer’s dreams for a different world. 

It demands streams of living justice to flow down up the earth; it demands freedom for captives, rights for workers, dignity for the poor, food for the hungry, service to the neighbor, healing of the nations—you get the idea. In the third verse, he writes, “Your city’s built to music; we are the stones you seek; your harmony is language; we are the words you speak.” 

You may see how this, specifically, calls to me, as a musician and as a word nerd and as a firm believer in the power of both of those things. We are the words God speaks into the universe, and I will take us on an interpretive leap to say that the words we speak reflect the God we worship. 

The words we use to describe who God is, and who God loves, and what God wants for us and for our neighbors, have life-altering effects. We can use our words to bless and invite and to comfort, or we can use our words to diminish and to reject and to harm. The words we use or do not use may seem unimportant to us, but may mean everything to someone else. 

On this day in 2016, 49 beloved children of God were murdered and dozens more were wounded at the Pulse nightclub in Orlando. They were killed because they were queer, and because they were celebrating that aspect of their identity together. In the 2016 legislative session, 48 bills in a dozen states were introduced that the ACLU considered “harmful” to the LGBT community. [3] During the 2022 legislative session, 28 states have introduced more than 300 pieces of anti-LGBTQ+ legislation. [4]

These laws are designed to strike fear in the hearts of queer Americans, their families, and those who love them. They are full of language that dehumanizes, stigmatizes, and criminalizes the very being of our queer siblings, especially transgender people, especially transgender children. Their goal, they claim, is to protect children. But the reality is that these laws put all of our children in danger, and teach all of our children that who they are, who they love, how they look, and what they feel to be their truest self is shameful. 

A sixteen-year-old child has already attempted to take his own life rather than face the cruelty of Texas’ new laws, after being routinely misgendered in school and facing other politically-motivated harm for being transgender. [5]

This is one reason why it is important on Holy Trinity Sunday, and appropriate for such a gender-exploratory time as Pride Month, to discuss not only which pronouns we use to describe ourselves and each other, but which pronouns we use to refer to God. There are many options here. 

One came to me from my colleague The Rev. Broderick Greer, who has said that God’s pronoun is God. God is already a word we use to signify the unsignifiable, so we needn’t take it further than that. God. You may like that option. Try it on.

Another option on the table, especially excellent for the three-in-one and one-in-three is both the plural and singular they. God is three, that’s “them”. God is also one, which is “them” as well. Being a Trinity, God definitionally rejects the binary! The singular they has been part of the English language for centuries, and it’s high time we got used to it and put it to work. So you can talk about God with a genderless pronoun, and you can mean just them or all three of them. You may like that option. Try it on.

Another way to look at it is that God the Creator does not have a gender, and the man Jesus of Nazareth has a gender, and the Holy Spirit is the divine feminine. We can come at that from a few different angles. In Hebrew, Spirit is rendered as “breath”, which is ruach, which is feminine. In Latin, she’s wisdom, which is Sophia, which is feminine. If translation arguments aren’t interesting to you, isn’t it lovely to have a feminine, masculine, and neutral member of the Trinity? It feels balanced. It feels whole. And for millenia, women and femmes and people of all nonconforming genders have been marginalized, minoritized, and killed for being not-men who dared to see the image of God in ourselves. So, as a matter of repairing the breach, we’re taking this one. You may like that option. Try it on.

You may be confused, now. There’s a lot going on here with our Trinitarian paradox, and maybe you’re still stuck on something from six paragraphs ago. That’s fine. It’s okay to not understand the Trinity. You are in very excellent company, with mostly everyone. Just remember that it’s not about grasping the concept, it’s about living the relationship. God-for-us, God-with-us, God-in-us.

And as we wrestle with that during this LGBTQIA+ Pride Month, we have the distinct privilege to call upon our queer ancestors, saints, siblings, and selves to show us the multiplicity of God. It is queer—as in odd—to be the Body of Christ in the world. If we are truly living into the radical creativity of our triune God, we cannot be complete without the full spectrum of human relationship, connection, and love.

As Trinitarian Monotheists, the observance of Pride Month is not just a token “tolerance” or “we are all equal” or the backhanded “we are all sinners” and “hate the sin, love the sinner”. That’s not authentic relationship. We have to not only welcome but invite difference, affirm and celebrate queerness, and not demand assimilation but expect our own hearts and minds to be transformed. In whichever ways we find ourselves among the dominant demographic group, the majority, the “normative”, we must be willing to surrender that superiority and be changed by the liberating love of those who have been marginalized and minoritized. 

We cannot say “come on in, your difference is cool, change it, though, to be more like us, but also your difference adds flavor to our sameness!” We must say first to ourselves, “I am prepared to change, I am prepared to struggle, I am prepared to learn, I am prepared to be transformed.” And then we can thank our siblings in Christ who trust us with their truth, their struggle, their authentic expression of their identity, and ask them to show us more of who God is. 

That’s what authentic diversity provides us. That’s what radical hospitality cultivates. More ways of being human, more ways of meeting God. The Trinity shows us that there is more than one way to express divinity, and that we must embrace complexity in order to live abundantly. 

God-for-us, God-with-us, God-in-us.
God-for-you, God-with-you, God-in-you.
Amen.

[1] The writer John Green has said and written this on various occasions.

What sort of King is Christ?

I first had the opportunity to preach on Christ the King Sunday during my seminary internship at Holy Trinity Lutheran Church in Littleton, Colorado, in 2012. It is the Sunday that precedes the season of Advent and is an important commemoration in the life of the Church. In the time since, I have had very few opportunities to preach on this feast, because The Belfry did not have our midweek service the week of Thanksgiving, which is when we often would have observed it.

When I first sat down in 2012 to write that sermon, I was angsty. I didn’t really know what this day meant, and I presumed that it meant that we should see Jesus as a king in the way that we have had kings here on earth for millennia—as power-hungry, imperialist, colonizing, grossly wealthy, disconnected from the reality of the people they tower over. This doesn’t sound like who we know Jesus to be. So I typed out a bunch of stuff about how this was the opposite of the case and that Jesus was unlike any king ever before seen or seen since!

And then I did a few googles about Christ the King Sunday and wouldn’t you know, that is actually the premise.

The feast of Christ the King is officially known as the Solemnity of Our Lord Jesus Christ, King of the Universe. It came about in 1925 during the rise of Benito Mussolini, the fascist dictator in Italy. Pope Pius XI insisted that supremacy over the universe belonged to Christ alone, not to any earthly leader.

Contrary to popular belief in 1925 and in this year of our Lord 2021, no earthly power deserves our unwavering allegiance—no political leader, no church leader, no celebrity, no king, no idol.

The idea of Christ the King is to subvert the idea of kings. No king wields as much power as the God who created the universe. Powerful people should take a look at themselves, have some perspective. It can be all too easy for us, these days, with our incredible technological advancement and our global communications, to think that we are truly the masters of this planet and its inhabitants.

To be clear—our actions on this earth can have ramifications on a global scale. But we are not all-powerful. We are not gods. We are not even kings.

Rather than ascribe Christ-like-ness to kings and rulers and dictators and autocrats and despots, the feast of Christ the King reminds us what true leadership looks like. In response to the sin that so easily entangles us in our earthly kingdoms, on this day the Church proclaims that the only, true way to wield power is to wield it like Jesus. To preach good news to the poor, to free the captive, to liberate the oppressed.

The Solemnity of our Lord Jesus Christ, King of the Universe did not come about because Pope Pius XI thought the Sunday before Advent begins needed a little zhuzhing. This feast was declared in response to the real threat of fascism in the governments of Europe and in the hearts of each of us. A threat that has not diminished.

Some of you have not known me for very long, but those of you who do are perhaps not surprised that I was delighted to be the preacher on this anti-fascist feast.

But the sermon I began to prepare earlier this week is not the sermon I finished writing yesterday.

On Friday morning, a jury in Kenosha, Wisconsin found Kyle Rittenhouse not guilty of the reckless homicide of Joseph Rosenbaum, the intentional homicide of Anthony Huber, nor the reckless endangerment or attempted intentional homicide of three others. [1] I wrote and deleted and wrote and deleted several sentences about this.

Simultaneously, Travis and Gregory McMichael are on trial in Georgia for the vigilante murder of Ahmaud Arbery, a Black man who was out for a run in their neighborhood. There was an altercation, they followed him, and they killed him.

A similar conversation will be had in that jury deliberation, about whether this homicide was justifiable. I wrote and deleted and wrote and deleted several sentences about this.

In slightly better news, Julius Jones’ death sentence was commuted by the governor of Oklahoma at the eleventh hour, after several appeals based on the likelihood of Mr. Jones’ innocence in a 1999 murder, for which he has been imprisoned for half his life.

There is plenty to read and watch about these incidents and these trials, and we shan’t re-litigate them this morning. I wrote and deleted several sentences about these events yesterday because I was processing my own grief. My own weary, unsurprised devastation that, time after time, justice is not truly served.

And there are plenty of sermons and adult forums in me about the abolition of the prison-industrial complex and the idolatry of whiteness and of guns, and we’ll get to those, but it turns out that today is not that day.

Today is a day to remember that when it is injustice that rolls down like water, when we cannot bring ourselves to mourn and rage and grieve and cry again this week, this month, this year about the same thing...our God joins in our weeping. Our God who lived and died among us in a callous world, understands what it is to suffer, and to bear witness to the suffering of others.

On this day when we commemorate the ultimate power of Jesus the Christ, we do the counterintuitive Christian thing of acknowledging the insufficiency of our own power. On another Sunday, I will remind you of all that you have the power to change in the world around you and implore you to take bold action in the name of Christ. But at some point, we do have to grieve.

Feminist author bell hooks wrote that “to be loving is to be open to grief, to be touched by sorrow, even sorrow that is unending.” [2] Our interaction with the world, as people who strive to love God and love our neighbors, will lead us to grief and to sorrow. It will lead us to joy as well, we are assured, but the more we are open to love, the more we are open to grief.

We cannot continue to absorb all of this terror and pretend it is having no effect on us. We have to engage with the world around us in a way that preserves our energy for responding, when we’re able. I am not recommending a head-in-the-sand willful ignorance; neither am I recommending a non-stop doom-scroll through your news apps and social media. Tuning it out does not actually make it go away.

An artist that I love, Nicole Manganelli, says that grief is tidal. [3] It ebbs and it flows and it sometimes feels that we are far from being swept away by it but then suddenly our sandcastle is overwhelmed and everything is soaked and we’re trying to laugh it off but it’s going to be pretty uncomfortable for a while.

We have to notice in our minds and feel in our bodies when we are grieving. That may seem obvious to you, because you’re thinking about mourning and grieving an isolated event, like the death of a loved one. But what about when the grief is not singular, but unending? Over and over and over, it crashes on our shores.

Under normal circumstances, we might share our grief with a friend or a therapist or a clergy person. But what about when they, too, are experiencing grief? What about when everyone is grieving, everything all at once? And it doesn’t stop?

How do we respond to a tidal wave of grief?

You may have heard of the Talmud, which is the central text of Rabbinic Judaism, outside the Torah itself, and predates Jesus by a few centuries. It expounds on the Hebrew Bible and is a source of great, great wisdom. There is a passage in it that I learned in seminary and it comforts me greatly, and I want to share that with you. It’s in reference to famous verses from the prophet Micah. It lacks concrete attribution, but a wise Rabbi once said:

"Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world's grief. Do justly now. Love mercy now. Walk humbly now. You are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to abandon it."

I am going to read it again just in case you missed part of it because I want you to really feel it.

"Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world's grief. Do justly now. Love mercy now. Walk humbly now. You are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to abandon it."

It is not the responsibility of this morning's sermon to wrap up the enormity of the world’s grief with a bow and tell you that it is all going to be okay. I am not in the business of toxic optimism, and neither is the Torah or the Talmud or the Gospel. This week, dear ones, I am daunted by the enormity of the world’s grief. Many weeks, over the last uh, several years, I have been daunted by the enormity of the world’s grief.

The daily grief of living and loving—job loss, death, breakups, diagnoses, struggles, fears—those continue apace in the midst of our national and global crises. We have tried to go about our regular human business while also trying to navigate the dueling traumas of rising sea levels and white supremacy and mass gun violence and political unrest and wildfires and wars and and and…

It is not imperatives to pick up the pace of your personal anti-fascist practice that you require from the pulpit this morning. It is rest. And it is not me who grants you that rest, of course, but it is Jesus the Christ, King of the Universe. In the Gospel According to Matthew, not remotely this morning’s assigned text, Jesus says, “Come to me, all you who are weary and carrying heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.”

This offer is personal and this offer is collective. Unshoulder your burdens in prayer to your God, unshoulder your burdens in community, work together to unshoulder the enormity of the world’s grief.

Do not expect the powers and principalities of this earth to easily give up their grip. But do justly, and love mercy, and walk humbly, in your small corner of the enormous world, knowing that it is Jesus the Christ, King of the Universe, to whom you pledge true allegiance.

I hope that in the midst of all this that you feel the freedom of it. You are free, as a child of God, from the compulsion to capitulate to earthly powers. You know the truth, and the truth has set you free. You know that true power and true glory is not of this world. You know that Christ is King. Any person who tries to convince you that they bear the real truth, that they wield the real power, that they have the real control, is wrong. You do not need to be seduced by empty earthly promises. You know that no leader can solve all the problems, no matter how they boast. No matter how many people shout their support for that person in an arena. No matter how many vigilantes rise up in their name.

As we transition into the Advent season next week, we’ll remember that a light shines in the darkness, and that the darkness has not overcome it. There is no promise that there will not be grief, but that God will show up in the midst of it. We’ll anticipate the birth of the Christ child and the return of Christ as King. Our world will get whipped into a capitalist frenzy in the coming weeks, and we will have the opportunity to speak into that void. Just like Christ the King is not about what the world might think it is about, Christmas, too, is a subversion of power.

The season of Advent is a time for peace and quiet, for hopeful expectation, for joyful recognition of a changing world. Jesus the Christ, King of the Universe, will come into the world as a tiny and vulnerable baby. The child of refugees, fleeing one oppressive regime for another. From the absolute humblest of beginnings, God will enter into our world to show us once again what true power and true glory look like. Stay tuned.

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.