Showing posts with label Pentecost 12. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pentecost 12. Show all posts

Saturday, August 31, 2019

Year C, Pentecost 12, Luke 14.1, 7-14, Good News to the Poor


Grace to you and peace from God our Father and our Lord and Savior, Jesus the Christ.  Amen
“Almost half of white Americans say the USA becoming a majority nonwhite nation would "weaken American customs and values," a new Pew Research poll says.
The U.S. Census Bureau predicts that before 2050, the majority of the USA will be made up of minority populations. According to Pew's research, 46 percent of white people fear that would weaken U.S. culture.
"The finding speaks for itself. It suggests concern broadly held by whites about a majority-minority country," says Rich Morin, a senior editor at Pew Research Center.
The survey of 2,524 U.S. adults conducted in December focused on Americans' view of the future of the country and asked about political, economic and societal changes that could come by 2050.
Pew did not define "American customs and values" or "American culture" for the survey.”
(USA Today)
We hear a lot about “white privilege” today.
What is “white privilege”?
Simply put, “white privilege” refers to the fact that in our culture, there are many challenges that minorities face, that white people never experience.
Opportunities are more abundant for whites.  Doors simply open more readily for us.
One of my colleagues, Eric Samuelson, reported an experience recently.
He writes:
At Holden Village last week, John Noltner asked for stories about when we recognized our privilege for his "A Peace of My Mind" photo project. I recalled a Friday morning teaching at Trinity Lutheran College when my students started talking about how they got to college, and how hard it was to get there. They started telling stories about all the people in their lives who discouraged them, who told them they shouldn't dream big, or that they weren't college materials. It was so many stories of so many people who did this to them. And I sat there realizing nobody has ever said those words to me. Those students had more grit and determination than I ever have, and they continue to inspire me to this day. I remembered too that they also told stories of that ONE person (and for many, it was only one) who let them know they could make it, and the incredible role that person played in their life. That moment had had a big impact on me, as I seek to be that kind of person who gives hope and encouragement to the young people in my life. 
And why do almost half of the people in the U.S. fear the day when there are more minorities than white people in the country????
It’s because many fear losing the privileges that we have long enjoyed.
One of my memories from childhood is of playing in the school yard during the winter.
One of the things they did was to clear the snow from the playground, and pile it up creating a wonderful mound.   It was ideal for playing a game of “King of the Mountain”.
You remember the game.
One person would get to the top, and then try to stay there as long as they could, while the rest tried to push them off the top of the mountain.  Inevitably this resulted in the “King of the Mountain” taking a slide down the icy slope of our ‘mountain’.  And once one “King” was pushed off the top of the mountain, another person took their place, and the game continued.
Mary, the mother of our Lord, sang a song that we know as the “Magnificat” when she found out that she would have Jesus.
In that song she declares:
(The Lord) has shown strength with his arm;
he has scattered the proud in the thoughts of their hearts.
He has brought down the powerful from their thrones,
and lifted up the lowly;
he has filled the hungry with good things,
and sent the rich away empty.
Kinda sounds like “King of the Mountain” doesn’t it.
This theme of God’s special concern for lifting up the downtrodden, even at the expense of the elite, runs throughout much of Luke’s Gospel.
It’s no accident that in Luke’s Gospel, it was the lowly shepherds that welcomed the savior’s birth, not the wise men, the privileged travelers from afar.
In today’s Gospel message, Jesus once again visits this theme.
“For all who exalt themselves will be humbled, and those who humble themselves will be exalted.”
Jesus tells his hosts the parable, about the wedding guests seeking the places of honor, and how it is better to take the lowest seat at the table and be brought up, than to take a place at the head table, and be asked to move down.
Consider again, the Pew Research poll.
Why do so many white people fear the growth of the minority populations in our country?
Because there is a concern that the status of the minorities will be improved at the expense of the white people.
The same dynamic happens with respect to immigration.
There is a fear that if we do not control immigration they will take our jobs.
And of course, the hopes of those who come here is that they will have a job.
It’s all a game of “King of the Mountain”, where an elite few are at the top, defending their status, while the rest seek to displace them.
Only it doesn’t have to be that way.
And it will not be in the Kingdom of God.
Let me give you an example.
Imagine for a moment, that the world is a great banquet and all are invited.
When we sit down to eat, there are numerous possibilities.
One possibility is that there is simply not enough to go around.  So the privileged few will eat prime rib, while the rest go hungry.
Or similarly, most of the people get macaroni and cheese, but some get prime rib.
In both cases you have an elite class.
And if you are one of the elite, you fear that the next time you’ll be eating the mac and cheese, or nothing at all.
Or imagine that the resources are limited so instead of serving some prime rib while others go hungry, the host serves everyone broth and bread.  That’s one of the fears we have been taught regarding communism.   If everyone gets the same, it’ll be broth and bread, not prime rib.
But there is another possibility.
Suppose, that due to the graciousness of the host, there is in fact enough prime rib for everyone to enjoy.
Would that be so bad?
Or do we, in our sinfulness, desire to have more than another?
One of the ways this comes into play is with respect to our understanding of salvation.
I have been amazed at how important it was for many people in my parishes to believe that there is a hell where people will suffer eternally.
So you have some, who in the afterlife, experience eternal bliss.  And others that experience eternal torment. 
The parable of the Rich Man and Lazarus is that Lazarus, who suffered in this life will enjoy eternal bliss in the next, while the rich man who was privileged in this life will be in agony in the next.
But what if God, in God’s wisdom, was able to redeem the entire world, so that all are saved, and none are condemned????
Would heaven be any less heavenly if everyone was there?
Is prime rib any less tender if we all have a portion?
Is forgiveness any less blessed, if God offers it to all?
Is grace diminished when it is abundant?
Does God have to hate some, in order to love others?
And the answer is of course not.
I have four children.
I can and do love them all.
I don’t have to love some of them, and despise the others.
Love can be freely and unconditionally given.

That brings up a second point.
Given.
In Jesus parable, there is a contrast between seeking out the positions of honor, and being granted those positions. 
If I humble myself and expect nothing, then everything I have is a blessing, a gift.
That’s grace.
It’s not that some deserve God’s favor and others don’t.
Grace is that no one deserves God’s favor, but God gives it anyway.  Gives it.  Offers it freely and unconditionally for the sake of Christ.
And in that, we are all equal.
Hierarchies will be destroyed in the Kingdom of God.
There will not be a privileged few, and impoverished masses.
For there is no limit to the grace of God.
Amen.

Saturday, August 11, 2018

Year B, Pentecost 12, John 6.35, 41-51


Grace to you and peace from God our Father and our Lord and Savior, Jesus the Christ.  Amen
Jesus and Bread.  That’s the theme.
For five weeks our Gospel lesson has been from the sixth chapter of St. John, the Bread of Life discourse.
It begins with Jesus’ feeding a crowd of five thousand people, having only a boy’s lunch, a few barley loaves and a couple fish.
As the chapter goes on, Jesus teaches the crowds about himself, that he is the true bread of life who came down from heaven, that all who eat of it may not perish, but live. 
After the feeding of the five thousand the crowds were ready to seize him and make him King.
After Jesus explained that he is the Bread of Life that came down from heaven, and that they would “eat his flesh and drink his blood” the crowds left him, leaving only his disciples, because the teaching was too hard for them.
Their stomachs were filled, and they wanted him to be their King.
But when he shared with them what truly happened, they could no longer associate with him.
What happened?
From King to outcast in a few short moments,
                Why???
There are two major themes in Jesus’ teaching, both of which appear to be equally offensive to the crowds.
The first is that he is the “Bread of Life” and that just as the Israelites ate the manna in the wilderness so to would those who followed him eat this bread, and live.  Even more offensive is that uses the words, eat my flesh and drink my blood.
After two thousand years of celebrating Holy Communion, we likely don’t realize what an offense those words would cause.  Cannibalism.
That’s enough to turn one’s stomach. 
The second theme is Jesus’ teaching is that he has come down from heaven.  This divine origin troubles the people, and they just cannot see it.  After all, they thought that they knew him, the Son of Joseph and Mary, the boy who grew up among them.
And now he says that he is from heaven?
This was hard to accept.
I find myself asking two questions of the crowds who were with Jesus that day.
Was it because they simply didn’t understand Jesus that they rejected him and his teaching?
Or was it because they did understand him, that they found what he said to be intolerable?
Similar questions can be asked of us.
Like his disciples, we have chosen to follow him, and we accept his teaching regarding him being the bread of life that has come down from heaven.
But is the reason we can so easily accept Jesus and his teaching because we have truly understood him?
Or is it possible that we have accepted him and followed him, because we don’t fully understand him?
Christians have long understood these passages as dealing with communion.  “Eat my body” and “drink my blood” are obvious references to communion. 
But this is the thing.
Eating bread and drinking wine as part of a ritual is common to both Jews and Christians.
Specifically, the bread and wine are part of the Passover Seder, and other times as well.
That would not offend Jews.
Something else was going on, not merely eating a bit of bread or drinking some wine.
Obviously, there is the understanding that “this is my body, this is my blood” that is part of communion.
But even that wouldn’t be so difficult to accept.
So why is this teaching so hard that the crowds turned back from following Jesus?

The second part of that teaching is that Jesus is the Bread of Life, from heaven.
It is Jesus’ talking about having come down from heaven that is a stumbling block for his followers.
They knew him.
They knew his family.
They thought they knew where he came from.
I have a sister-in-law who is Jewish.  She was telling us how she explained to her boys the difference between Jews and Christians.
Her explanation was that both Jews and Christians believed that Jesus was a great man who had many good things to teach us about the Law and Life.
But Christians believe that Jesus was God’s Son and came down from heaven.  Jews don’t.
That you see is the problem for Jewish people.
Did Jesus, one of their own, come down from heaven and take on earthly flesh?
What is it that is so offensive about Jesus?
Was it what he taught?
Or who he was?
Or Both?

What I believe we can say with absolute certainty is that for those people who first encountered Jesus, who heard his teaching and came to know who he was, the encounter with Jesus was a game changer.
It made a difference.
For some it meant they could no longer follow him.
And for others it meant that they would follow him, even if it meant their death.
“I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never be hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.”
“I am the living bread that came down from heaven. Whoever eats of this bread will live forever; and the bread that I will give for the life of the world is my flesh.”
Those two simple words, “I am” also point us in another direction.
I am, or in Hebrew “Yahweh”, was the name God gave Moses from the burning bush.
And for Jesus to make such statements is to claim the name of God as his own.
At the beginning of this passage the crowds were ready to seize him and make him King.
At the end of the passage, it is becoming clear that Jesus is not just an earthly ruler, but the King of the Universe.
And that makes all the difference in the world.
Either you will refuse to follow him at all, or you will follow him even to the point of giving your life.

Fast forward 2,000 years to our own time and our own place.
At times I wonder if being a Christian in this country that is in large part a Christian country and culture—is just too easy.
Does the decision to follow Jesus carry with it any weight; does it truly change our lives?
Is it radical enough that some would turn away?
Is it significant enough that others would be willing to give even their lives?
What difference does it make?

I think that one of the most difficult challenges facing us as Christians in this day is that living a life of faith, as we understand it, no longer means being set apart from the world.
Rarely does it change our politics.
Rarely does it affect our economy.
When people become Christian, often the rest of their life continues unchanged.
It’s both the curse and the blessing of living in a Christian culture.
My sister-in-law, who I mentioned before is Jewish, has a different experience.
Her faith, which is different than the majority of our country, sets her apart.
There are things about her life that are different from our culture because she is Jewish.
I find myself wondering if there is anything about my life that is different, life changing, because I am a Christian.
Does Jesus make a difference?
And what is the difference?
“I am the Bread of Life.”
I once heard it said about the Amish, that the reason that they did not adapt to modern things, was not that the modern things were evil, but rather that they felt it was just important to set themselves apart as Christians.
They desire to live their lives different from the world in order that they might not become one with the world.
Are there ways that we can live our lives set apart from the world in order that we might focus more intently on Jesus as the Bread of Life from heaven, and the life that he, and he alone, grants?
It’s a simple question in the end.
Jesus gave his life for me—what difference does that make?
I am forgiven—does that change the way I act?
Jesus is the Bread of Life from heaven, I will not perish—so how then will I live?
I guess what I long for, most of all, is that others might see the way I live, and know that there is something different about me, and that difference is the faith that I hold.
I want them to know that Jesus made a difference in the life I lived and the love I shared.
That, to me, is the most significant challenge facing the whole church in this country.
Are we different because we bear the name of Christ?
Amen