The Fifth Sunday after Pentecost

Freedom

2 Kings 2:1-2, 6-14
Galatians 5:1, 13-25
Luke 9:51-62

“The Gospel of the Lord. Praise to you, Lord Christ.” It’s a little hard, maybe, to offer praise after hearing this Gospel. There are a number of passages in the Gospels often known as the Difficult Sayings of Jesus. The words themselves are not difficult to understand, but we find their meaning difficult to accept. This is definitely one of those difficult sayings, especially Jesus’ apparently harsh and callous words “let the dead bury their dead.”

I can think of four possible approaches to difficult passages like these.

One is to put them aside. Consciously or subconsciously to discount the passages we find difficult. My God wouldn’t say something like that, we think. The God I know, the God I presume to know all about isn’t like that. If Jesus actually said this, I know he didn’t mean it. This is an extremely arrogant approach, but we all do it all the time. We choose to ignore or discount the importance of passages we don’t like.

The second approach is to go beyond the literally meaning of the words to a deeper interpretation… to interpret the passage, especially within the context of the faithful community of the church. This is certainly a valid and faithful approach to the Scriptures. It affirms that God’s revelation to the faithful community has continued since the time the Scriptures were written and that God’s people assembled in prayer and study can interpret new meanings from the Scriptures that reflect God’s ongoing will for his people. The church, today and over the centuries, can interpret and reinterpret these passages and teach us broader or deeper meanings beyond the literal. Many in the church interpret the meaning of Jesus’ words to be: Let the spiritually dead bury their physical dead. Let those who do not know the living Christ tend to those whose bodies no longer live.

It’s important to remember that if we adopt this approach of interpreting new meanings from Scripture, discerned within the faithful community… if we adopt this approach for passages we find difficult, we must be open to it for all of Scripture. We must acknowledge that passages whose literal meaning we cherish may also be open to reinterpretation.

A third approach to Scripture—any passage, difficult or not—is to use the gift of intellect God have us and turn to the tools of Biblical scholarship, especially historical criticism. This approach yields some particularly interesting results for this Gospel passage. Biblical scholars point out that the underlying agenda in this passage, whether it is Luke’s or Jesus’, is to make the point that Jesus is not Elijah. Remember that for the Jews of Jesus’ day and for the Gospel writers, this would have been an extremely important question to resolve. They were awaiting the return of the great prophet Elijah. Jews still await his return. This context is completely lost on us, but in Jesus’ day, people would have been very eager to know if Jesus was Elijah. This passage very pointedly addresses that question.

In this morning’s reading from the Hebrew Scriptures, we heard a bit of Elijah’s story, when he passes his prophetic mantle to Elisha. Keeping in mind today’s reading from Luke, listen to a few other passages from the story of Elijah as it is told in the Books of Kings. Elijah was often at odds with the Kings of Israel who were not faithful to Yahweh. One of the kings sought to eliminate the bothersome prophet and sent a messenger and fifty soldiers to take care of Elijah. When they arrived, Elijah said to them, “If I am a man of God, let fire come down from heaven and consume you and your fifty.” And, the Second Book of Kings tells, us “then fire came down from heaven and consumed him and his fifty” [2 Kings 1:10, 12]. Elijah called down fire upon those who were faithless to Yahweh. When Jesus came upon some Samaritans who were not open to the presence of the Son of God, Jesus did not rain down fire upon them. Jesus is not Elijah.

Listen to the call of Elisha from First Kings. “So he [Elijah] set out from there, and found Elisha son of Shaphat, who was plowing. There were twelve yoke of oxen ahead of him, and he was with the twelfth. Elijah passed by him and threw his mantle over him. He left the oxen, ran after Elijah, and said, ‘Let me kiss my father and my mother, and then I will follow you.’ And Elijah said to him, yes, go say good bye to your family and then return to fulfill the task I have for you [1 Kings 19:19-21]. Jesus says, no, my mission is more urgent than family farewells. Jesus is not Elijah.

What a relief. Aren’t you feeling a bit relieved? Biblical scholarship indicates that this passage isn’t really about me. Luke, or maybe Jesus, is just using this language and these stories to make a theological point about the distinction between Elijah and Jesus. And, of course, I already know that Jesus is not Elijah. So I can put this difficult passage is a box labeled historical artifact. Very interesting and informative, but not directly relevant to me today. Thank heavens.

Personally, I always feel uneasy when I feel relieved about explaining away difficult passages in Scripture. The second and third approaches to this passage are legitimate ways to understand it—to look to the faithful community of the church for interpretation or to Biblical scholars for explanation. But what we’ve done is remove any relevance the passage may have for us.

There is, I think, a fourth possible approach: to listen. To really try to hear God speaking to us today. Luke’s Gospel is more than a historical document. It is more than words on a page. It is the living Word of God, speaking to us in the situations and events of our lives right now. It’s risky to approach the Bible this way. It is not always easy to hear God clearly; we risk hearing wrongly. We also risk God actually telling us something that may change our lives right here today. But I want to tell you one thing I hear as I listen to these words in my life today.

This passage is all about the journey towards Jerusalem. The first line we actually heard this morning was about Jesus setting his face towards Jerusalem. Jerusalem. I hear Jesus telling me to keep my eyes on Jerusalem. He’s not talking just to the disciples back then choosing a road that led literally to Jerusalem, he’s talking to me. And Jerusalem means something more to me than it meant to the disciples. We don’t really know what it meant to them, but I’ve often imagined that they looked towards Jerusalem with dread and impending doom. That they had to summon almost superhuman resolve and self-sacrifice to tread those steps towards Jerusalem. Maybe they did, although that idea is purely a product of my imagination. And, actually, at this point in Luke’s Gospel, we’re only half way through. The disciples probably didn’t think much about Jerusalem at all. What if Jesus is telling me to keep my eyes on Jerusalem?
What does Jerusalem mean to me? What does Jesus’ action on the cross in Jerusalem offer to me?

Freedom. Paul says it. As we experience these Scripture readings in our lives, we heard that, too, this morning. For freedom, Christ has set us free, Paul says. Jerusalem means freedom. Freedom from the bondage of sin and death. Freedom from enslavement to the desires of the flesh. Paul lists a lot of what binds up our lives, those things that enslave us and rob of us of fullness of life. Things we cannot conquer on our own. Most of them have to do with inordinate desires within us and petty divisions and envy between us. On the other hand, Jesus’ act in Jerusalem bestows upon us freedom. Freedom manifest in the gifts of love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.

This passage isn’t primarily about how hard it is to get to Jerusalem; it is about how much it is worth to get there. Some days the journey is hard; some days it may not be. But it is worth it. The goal is God’s gift of freedom. The goal is worth whatever challenges or sacrifices may arise along the journey.

This week we are remembering the 60th anniversary of the beginning of the Korean War, the “forgotten” war. The phrase written on the Korean War Memorial is one we hear these days from time to time: Freedom is not free. We understand that sacrifice is often necessary to achieve personal and political freedom. But it’s worth it.

As a child, I was captivated by the stories of the underground railroad. I cannot imagine what those stories mean to people whose ancestors actually made that journey. Slaves who fled the south and journeyed north, seeking that blessed goal of freedom. The individuals who traveled the underground railroad traveled light. They took great risk and endured extreme personal hardship. They would not have tarried along the way. The vision of freedom propelled them onward.

Do you know the spiritual “Follow the drinkin’ gourd”? It’s a song of the underground railroad. The drinkin’ gourd is the big dipper, seen in the night sky. The big dipper that points to the north star… north to freedom.

Follow the drinkin’ gourd.
For the old man is a waitin’ for to carry you to freedom.
Follow the drinkin’ gourd.

Do you want to be free? Really free? The freedom that God offers us is even more important and profound than personal or political freedom. Do you want to be free? Free from the bondage of sin and death?

Then set your face towards Jerusalem. Freedom is what lies ahead. Travel light. Do not tarry. Abandon, sacrifice, anything that comes between you and the blessed goal of freedom. Do you want to be free? Jerusalem is the place where God gives us freedom. For freedom, Christ has set us free.

The Third Sunday after Pentecost

The Stanley Cup and the Oil Spill

One of the guidelines they teach you in preaching school is not to use an illustration that is more powerful than the theological point you are hoping to make. Bearing that guideline in mind, it is with some trepidation that I mention hockey.

Hockey. Or more specifically, Chicago’s celebration of hockey. The city’s overwhelming celebration of the Blackhawks and the urge to be a part of that celebration. If you have not felt at least some little urging within to join the celebration… if you have not wanted at least a little to share in the joy or felt a smile on your face or a lightness in your heart, then you must be either the tin man with no heart or a truly self-conscious insufferable snob. And I know none of you will publicly admit to being either of those. Over the last few days everyone I have run into, young or old, from Orchestra Hall to the streets of Flossmoor has wanted to talk about the Blackhawks. I have felt the urge to claim a share in the celebration. I’ve been tempted to buy a T-shirt! I’m really not much of a hockey fan, but I’ve wanted to share the news with friends all over the country. The yearning to share in the celebration seems almost universal. And it is for all of us to share. You do not have to qualify or earn the right to celebrate. The celebration is ours.

The early Hebrew people had a sense of shared life that is almost impossible for us to comprehend or experience in the highly individualized world in which we live. They experienced life in common. Not as a group of individuals with similar experiences or beliefs, but as a group that literally shared life. The joy of one was actually felt, experienced, shared by all.

I think we come close to that experience this week. It is more than appreciating or understanding or valuing what this event means for others. It is the urge to actually be a part of the celebration. It is the feeling of joy rising up even in people who have never had any interest in hockey or followed the Blackhawks before. The Tribune said, “Even if you don’t know what icing is, it is your celebration.” Incidentally, I do know what icing is. You can’t live in Maine without absorbing at least some hockey. For heaven’s sake, Lyric Opera of Chicago is posting pictures of the parade and calling themselves “ground zero for the Hawks celebration.” Lyric Opera! The opera house is located at Washington and Wacker, the official starting point for the ticker tape parade. The celebration is all of ours.

It is odd, perhaps, that hockey enables us to experience one of God’s greatest gifts: communion. It is God who connects us to one another. It is the indwelling of the Holy Spirit that enables us to share the joy and exuberance of one another. Communion. Life lived in common, shared, even with people we may not know or may not imagine we are similar to. Communion. Shared life.

You don’t have to earn the “right” to share in Chicago’s celebration. In communion, the joy of one really is the joy of all. I hope that long-time Hawks fans don’t feel any resentment towards the rest of us as we join in the celebration. They shouldn’t. In communion no one has a proprietary claim on any experience. No one can exclude any one else from the life that is shared. The joy is ours.

But here’s the thing. A life shared in common, lived in communion goes both ways. The joy of one truly is the joy of all. The responsibility of one is also the responsibility of all. Just as surely as we all have a part in the Stanley cup celebration in Chicago, we all bear the guilt for the oil belching out onto the beaches of the Gulf. The early Hebrew people understood this, too, that guilt was shared. It is very hard for us to accept. We might be able to wrap our heads around an experience of shared joy, but not shared guilt. We are much better at assigning blame than accepting guilt. The root cause of the disaster in the Gulf is our society’s addictive demand for petroleum. We are that society. We are in communion as that society. We share life in common as a community addictively demanding ever more petroleum. We share guilt for the consequences of that demand.

Among the individuals gathered here today, some are undoubtedly more intentional than others at being stewards of God’s creation. Some work harder than others, as individuals, at conserving or preserving our natural resources. That’s important, but it is only one piece of the picture and (odd as this may sound) is not relevant to my point today. Even the most dedicated individual environmentalist shares in our common responsibility and guilt. Just as no one can tell me that I don’t have a share in the Blackhawks celebration, I cannot tell someone else that they bear the exclusive blame for the Gulf oil spill. In communion, one person’s joy is the joy of all. In communion, one person’s guilt is the guilt of all.

A recent post on the blog of the Christian Century is titled “Lamenting our oil addiction.” It’s by Steve Thorngate, a Lutheran on the staff of the Century. He writes:

While BP and the federal government plug away at trying to plug the oil leak, the rest of us feel pretty helpless. What’s a citizen’s response to this sort of disaster? What’s a Christian response?

There’s a lot of talk about organizing against BP, and I agree with Rose Berger that some strong punitive measure is in order. It’s also tempting to blame conservative ideology in some way, but as Dave Allen points out, that dog won’t necessarily hunt: “The relevant question is not whether you own a copy of Atlas Shrugged; it's whether you own an automobile.” Or fly in airplanes, buy things made of plastic and/or transported from far away, eat factory-farmed food or burn paraffin candles. While business and government must be held accountable for their reckless behavior, we’re all complicit in our culture’s addiction to oil.

He reminds us that the root cause of the spill is our culture’s addiction to oil. And, individually, we are all complicit in that addition. Not only as an aggregate of individuals who demand and squander petroleum, but as part of a community, a communion of human beings that demands exploitation of petroleum. Even if you as an individual have never bought a single baggie, you share life with an American culture that uses12 million barrels of oil a year to produce 100 billion single-use bags (Worldwatch Institute, reported by NCC Eco-Justice Program).

I have to quote John Donne. Donne was an Anglican priest and poet. You’ve probably heard these words. “No man is an island, entire of itself.” There is no such thing as isolated individuality. We cannot isolate joy or guilt within a single human being. There are no impermeable barriers separating the children of God. “Everyman’s death diminishes me,” he says. He doesn’t say, “I grieve each person’s death,” or even, “I feel the loss of each person’s death.” He says he is actually diminished by another’s death. In communion, death is shared. When one person dies, our common life is diminished. A part of each of us dies. “Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee.”

So what is the Christian response to the oil disaster? We do need to do the best as can as individuals to lessen our demand for oil. All of us could do much better. That seems a moral imperative, regardless of our Christian faith.

As Christians I think we are called also to witness to the reality of the communion we share. We must claim and proclaim the shared life that we have with one another. Our experience and our faith teach us that God’s Spirit connects us in a common life.

How do we express our witness? On a lighthearted note, go out and buy those Blackhawk Stanley cup T-shirts. Especially if you don’t have a clue what icing is. We are indeed bound together in shared celebration.

And with respect to the oil disaster: Repent. Publicly and repeatedly repent. For two reasons. One, to proclaim to the world that this more than a horrendous accident or a moral mistake; it is a violation of God’s creation. Our inordinate demand for oil is an abuse of God’s goodness and abundance. Second, repent as a sign of our communion, as a manifestation of our common life. Whether you drive a hybrid or an SUV, repent. Whether you reuse and recycle or really never thought about it, repent. The fact that we are in this together is a powerful and positive sign to the world. God’s gift of communion is full of life and hope. And our shared repentance proclaims that communion. And work for social transformation. Part of repentance is amendment of life. Work to amend and transform not just your individual practice, but our common life, too.

We are all guilty. Repent.

The Second Sunday after Pentecost

All Good

Galatians 1:11-24

A myriad of miracles are described in today’s readings. All four lessons recount miraculous acts of God. There are several healings, Paul’s conversion, a miraculous feeding. And a host of what I call “supporting miracles:” the fact that people heard God’s word and chose to obey, the fact that there was grain at all to be ground into meal; the fact that a community gathered to help a widow bury her son.

But in the midst of all these miracles there is one line from the epistle that I hope you will remember for a long time. At the close of the portion of Galatians appointed for today Paul says, “They glorified God because of me.” They—all those many people—they glorified God because of me.

Two weeks ago on Pentecost I talked about the process of becoming a Christian. How do we become Christian? Today’s readings prompt a follow up question. What is the result of being a Christian? What does it really mean to be a Christian?

I’m going to paraphrase a commentary on today’s portion of Galatians (Interpretation: Galatians, by Charles B. Cousar). The author of the commentary quotes Karl Barth, certainly one of the most significant of recent Protestant theologians. What does it mean concretely and practically to be a Christian? The classic answer, Barth suggests, the answer usually given, is to point to the benefits of Christ. The Christian is one “who is distinguished from others by the reception, possession, use and enjoyment of the salvation of God.” The Christian is a recipient of grace and thus experiences the reconciliation, forgiveness, joy, peace and hope to be found in Christ. To be a Christian then is to be someone who receives wonderful gifts and blessings from Christ. Many hymns sung in our churches enumerate the benefits for us; the benefits have certainly been popular themes for sermons… and are the carrot offered by many evangelists seeking converts. The trouble with this classic answer is that it is fraught with the temptation to assume that the enjoyment of God’s gifts constitutes the only relevant and important reality to which God calls people. The assumption that the sum total of what God calls us to is the enjoyment of his gifts. Being a Christian is all about my salvation, my peace of mind, my assurance of God’s blessing. Christ the Lord becomes a genie to supply at a beck and call personal blessings.

A more biblical answer to the question, What does it mean to be a Christian? is, Barth argues, in terms of the task of being a Christian witness, that is, of being one who in word and deed points to God and to what he has been doing, is doing, and will be doing in relation to the world. Rather than a preoccupation with the good gifts God bestows on the individual Christian, the primary center around which life is oriented is the spoken word and the service of love rendered the world. Being a Christian is not about what we receive it is about what we do… speaking the Word and serving the world in love. Barth finds conclusive support for his answer in the various calls of biblical characters. Certainly Paul’s experience is a confirmation. We just heard Paul’s own account of his conversion in this morning’s reading from Galatians. We are more familiar with the account in Acts, but this is Paul’s own description of what happened to him on the Damascus road. And neither this account, nor any other, mentions his newly found joy, peace, or security immediately resulting from Christ’s revelation to him; instead the account points to the mission to which he was being directed. Christ revealed himself to Paul, Paul says, “in order that I might preach him among the Gentiles.” At the core of the Christian experience a centrifugal force pushes believers beyond the temptation to tarry forever with their own problems or with the preoccupation with Christ’s benefits so that they may join God’s work in convincing the world of his holy love.

To convince other people of God’s holy love for them is what identifies a Christian. To be able to say, with Paul, other people glorify God because of me.

How do we become that sort of Christian? Certainly most Episcopalians could be better evangelists, better at actually giving voice to the Good News in the world. But I also want to suggest another track by which we might live into our Christian mission.

Today’s collect reminds us that all good comes from God. “Almighty God from whom all good doth proceed.” All good. There is absolutely no good that does not come from God. We tend to see God in the spectacular miracles, the amazing feedings or unexpected healings. But beyond that we either take the good in life for granted or take credit for it ourselves. Regardless of circumstances; regardless even of intent; all good in the world is miraculous. All good comes from God.

Paul, even with his ego, knew that. We have to work harder to remind ourselves. But I think if we work at noticing the good in the world and give God the praise for that good, then the rest will follow. If we can hang onto the idea that all good comes from God, we will inevitably become conduits and witnesses to that good.

So look for the good in the world. Look for what is truly good. I don’t mean what we usually mean when we tell a child to be good. I’m not talking about being polite or following rules or getting good grades. Those are worthwhile endeavors, of course, but I’m talking about anything that is beautiful or creative. Every single act of kindness or compassion. The fact that anyone is ever generous. The fact that we enjoy food and don’t eat just for sustenance. That we can experience fun, wonder, love. These are good. And all good comes from God. Watch for the good. Each of our lives, no matter how trying or difficult they may be at times, are nonetheless filled with abundant good. Watch for the good. Give God the glory. And people will glorify God because of you.