Sunday, October 31, 2010

Here I stand. I can do no other. HAPPY REFORMATION SUNDAY!

            Last year, Reformed churches all over the world celebrated John Calvin’s Jubilee - the 500th anniversary of his birth.  At my church in North Carolina I was asked to put together an adult Sunday school class that would walk through the four books of The Institutes of Christian Religion, Calvin’s seminal work.  As we began to work through them - and 4 weeks, turned to 8, and then to 12 - it became clear that we know little to nothing about Calvin.  I didn’t either - until some enterprising professor made the Institutes a requirement.  True, we know what people have told us about Calvin - stories of a sour man who made it his mission to ruin people’s fun: even to the point burning at the stake - or we know what Calvinists say Calvin believed, but how many of us have had a real experience with Calvin and his theology.
            Calvin was born in Noyon, France the second of three sons whose father worked at the ecclesiastical court.  It may surprise many to learn that he was not ordained as a priest; he received education as a lawyer – paving the way for many good Presbyterians to follow! By the time he had finished his education the Protestant Reformation was in full swing, and Calvin was intrigued.  He agitated openly for a break from Rome and had to flee France.  He began his ministry serving churches and developing theology in Strasbourg, and finally Geneva. Throughout his life, Calvin fought for reformation in many places, helping John Knox in England and Scotland, as well as helping the Huegnots in his native France. He died in Geneva in 1564 and was buried in an unmarked plot. 
            It’s ironic that churches all over the world spend time celebrating a man who made sure he was buried in an unmarked plot in order not to be revered as a saint.  For Calvin there was only one worthy of worship, God almighty.  The overarching theme, the cornerstone as it were, of his theology is his belief in the absolute sovereignty of God.  His reading of scripture, his study and prayer showed him that God was not something humans could control, not matter how hard we try or how often we lie to ourselves about it.  The God that created the heavens and the earth, that made you and me, that causes the flowers to bloom and the birds to sing – that God is beyond all we can even imagine.  As God says to Job in the Old Testament, “Were you there when I laid the earth’s foundations?  Have you ever given orders to the morning?”  And the only correct answer is Job’s - “Surely I spoke of things I did not understand, things too wonderful for me to know.” Along with the passage we read today from Romans, this encapsulates our appropriate awe at the might and power of God.
            God’s sovereignty affects many different themes in Calvin’s theology.  We have gathered here this morning as a group, as the body of Christ and our presence itself is a witness to God’s movement and power.  Corporate worship was paramount to Calvin’s understanding.  When we raise our voices in worship, in readings, in songs and in prayer, we are joined together with Christ.  In this time, and any other time believers are worshipping, we are united with believers across time and space – all the saints who have prepared the way for us and all those who will walk in the paths we trod. When we join together to confess our sin, to recognize God’s forgiveness, when we stand and say what we believe, we are connected with all those who share our faith.  Our worship is a participatory experience.  You’re not just passive observers.  Worship is directed towards God; we participate in acknowledging, honoring, and giving thanks for all the things God has done, is doing, and promises to do in our corporate lives.  Calvin would bristle at modern Christianity’s acceptance of the consumer culture – of ‘church shopping’ and looking for places that ‘feed me’.  From his perspective church is not about you and it’s not about me.  It’s about God.  “One Lord, one faith, one baptism, one God and Father of all, who is above all, and through all and in all.”  It is that lord, that faith and that baptism that we celebrate each time we gather.  Our connection with God and with each other.  May we consider that today and all the days that follow when we walk in the doors, when we stand to sing.  God is our audience.  And we are thankful children. 
            A vision of God who is ultimately in control also shaped Calvin’s most controversial theological concept – predestination.  Now we couldn’t have a sermon about Calvin without talking about that right?  Honestly, Calvin didn’t create an idea of predestination.  Paul was writing about it in his letters long before Calvin was a gleam in his father’s eye.  Both Augustine and Luther tackled the subject before he did.  Based on Paul’s writings and other scriptures, Calvin did develop an overarching framework for understanding predestination. For Calvin predestination was a notion that brought him comfort and peace.  Now let’s be clear – Calvin’s understanding of predestination was only concerned with salvation.  It didn’t mean that I was predestined to break my arm, or that someone was predestined to have diabetes, or that you were predestined to meet your spouse in the vegetable aisle, or predestined to be here to listen to this sermon– as much as we might joke about those things.  From Calvin’s own writings predestination deals solely with the idea that God can save who God chooses.  Essentially Calvin says that God is powerful enough to do what God darn well pleases.  So nothing we do, no amount of working, bargaining, or worrying can change that.  There is immense comfort in that – especially for someone coming from a tradition that emphasized that good works were the way to salvation.  Recognizing that God is in control – no matter how much that scares us or bothers us – meant a release of pent up energy and fear!
Many people have pushed Calvin’s thought to what they saw was a logical conclusion - that God can save some and damn others, a doctrine called double predestination.  Calvin would say that it is possible - because God is sovereign - but highlight that it is useless for us to speculate about God’s actions.  By the very same standards, God could just condemn us all! That, truly, would be the only just way.  But from my perspective - and that of others - the real question is why a loving God would condemn anyone.  It is God alone who saves – and who can really get in the way?  No one.  As Paul says “who has given a gift to God, to receive a gift in return?’ For from God and through God and to God are all things. To God be the glory forever.” Amen.
            However, God’s sovereign power doesn’t stop with salvation.  Just because salvation is in God’s hands does not relieve us from the way we live.  Contrary to how his position has been portrayed, Calvin believed that God’s law shaped our lives.  It is a social law – it protects us from ourselves and each other.  It is a condemnation – it shows us just how much we have sinned and fallen short of the will of God.  Finally, it is a guideline – it shows us how we should be living.  In each service, Calvin led the congregation in a reading of the law.  Calvin thought that this was of utmost importance and chose its place carefully - after both our confession of sin and the promise of God’s forgiveness.  It is there as our guideline – showing us how we are to live as God’s children. God’s presence in our lives engenders actions of glory and obedience – and for Calvin they don’t stop at those doors. Much like the Shema of the Hebrew people – Hear o Israel – we are called to appropriate God’s teaching into our very lives.  Every action in our lives, in here and most importantly out there, are to point towards God’s majesty. In fact, in the Institutes of the Christian Religion, Calvin says that the highest calling is that of public service.  Not ministers, not deacons, not elders, but those who hold public office!  For those who serve the public good have a responsibility to live lives that uphold God’s laws.  And it’s not limited to them – we are called to take God’s love and grace and let that inform all aspects of our lives.  There is no sacred and secular – all actions, all things are sacred. All things should point to God.
            I could continue talking and talk for a long time while only scratching the surface of the theological impact Calvin has had on modern Presbyterianism.  However, it is vital that on this day we remember that Calvin’s tenets are not things set in stone – throughout the years they have been interpreted and applied in different ways.  But perhaps the most lasting is the emphasis on reformation.  Calvin believed, as do we, that the reformation was not something that happened one time in the past.  We are constantly being changed, led in new directions, and reformed ourselves.  You might have heard it said that Presbyterians are a people reformed and always reforming.  Calvin would quickly point us in the right direction reminding us that we do not do the work of reforming, God does.  More accurately we are: A people reformed and always being reformed.  The one constant is God.  God speaks in different ways throughout the centuries and continues to speak a new word for us to hear.  We need just humble ourselves enough to hear it.  

Saturday, October 30, 2010

looking back

so this week found me preaching the third funeral sermon during my time in kansas - the second in which the head of staff was out of town.  it seems that no matter where i am or what church i serve - as soon as the boss is out of town on study leave or taking his first vacation of the year - someone is hospitalized or dies.  i've just begun to prepare myself for it each time.


the preparation for this service was a little hectic but after my final summer in north carolina - something like 6 funerals in 3 months - i knew i could handle it. actually, to be honest,  as i was preparing for the service; working on writing the sermon and preparing myself i was getting more and more anxious.  i knew the deceased but had no existing relationship with her family. they were in some disagreement about what they wanted from the service.  the whole staff is worn out, exhausted with church and personal crises that seem to keep coming without stop.  we've been filling in, balancing each other, but we're tired.  very tired.  and we each had been bracing for the worst with this service.


but in the final day i began to think about a dear friend.  the differences in our ages might have made it look like i was humoring her, making good with the matriarch's of the congregation.  but despite all that, she really was someone i was close to.  she taught me during my first call.  she was someone who i loved very much, who i laughed with and cried with, who i sat with in the hospital, who i buried a little over two years ago.  someone who never got to meet my baby girl.  someone whose service i never thought i'd make it through, someone whom i grieved each sunday i took my place in the chancel and saw her seat empty.  


it began to cross my mind that if i could grieve and bury nikki, then i could handle most anything else. i can. and i did.


the service went off without a hitch and seemed perfect for the family - everything they wanted and everything they needed.  it was perfect.


seems nikki is still teaching me about myself.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

long absence

it has probably not escaped your attention loyal reader, that the month of september found me awol.  since beginning this blog i made a commitment (to myself) that i would post at least once a week.  until this last month, i pretty much kept that promise.

september found us all over the place.  we had family funerals, friends weddings, church activities starting up, ain's friends starting preschool, new children at daycare, tantrums, staff transitions at work, and work, work, work.  the last 6 weeks have felt like one giant dream/nightmare - and as i sit here at my desk i'm preparing myself for the next crisis.  whatever that may be.  

during this exhausting time, ainsley continued to grow, be cute, cause trouble, and surprise me every day.  yesterday morning in the car she told me you're the most helpful mommy in the whole wide world. 

this after she lay down on the kitchen floor and pitched a fit because she wanted to stay home.  

she's excited about learning to cook - and helping in the kitchen. 

i also got a picture of her with her fantastic popsicle holder - that keeps popsicles off her and off my table.

most importantly, september means its football season.  
she's loved snuggling on the couch and watching football with daddy.  she can bark like a dawg, yells suck it gators! (my fault, but well worth it, i tell ya), and yea football people! when something good happens. 

 a girl after her dad's heart.  

Monday, October 11, 2010

IT'S MORNING TIME!

monday's are the worst.  j and i are both exhausted after long, draining church days, but inevitably our little girl wakes up only slightly past the crack of dawn and is rip roaring ready to go.  
she's always up early, but mondays are particularly bad because i typically don't see her at all on sunday. i'm out of the house and on the road before she wakes up and come crawling in about 1 hour after she goes to bed at night.  so monday morning, shes up and excited to see her mommy.  
and making lots of noise.
usually i awake to the sun filtering through the amazing windows in our bedroom.  it gives me time to float to consciousness and prepare myself for the onslaught of the day.  this morning, it was overcast and rainy.  i was snuggled under the duvet and awoke to the sound of someone pounding on the door.  
sitting straight up in bed, my heart in my throat, i realize its only ains.  she is pounding on her bedroom door, calling for the two of us in turn - mommy! daddy! IT'S MORNING TIME!
j and i looked at each other through bleary eyes and i made him a deal - you entertain her while i shower and get dressed and i'll drop her off and pick her up today. deal?
she opened her door and came bounding into our room as i summoned the energy to get up.  she climbed onto my side of the bed and snuggled under the sheets after a cursory round of jumping.  
the last thing i heard before i stepped into the shower? 
let's cuddle and go to sleep while mommy's in the shower.  i bet you can't do it! 
I married a smart man. 

Sunday, October 10, 2010

A World in Communion

From the time human beings first walked the earth, they grouped themselves into tribes.  Your tribe tells you who you are, what you believe, what your responsibilities are in life, as well as who you are not.  Families can function as tribes, as do friends, schools and workplaces.  Ethnic identity often becomes tribal and we know the same is true of nations and religions.
            Families, friends, nations, churches, races are all wonderful blessings and help shape us, making us who we are, giving us identity.  Yet humans are tempted to divide the world into black and white, us and them, especially when we get afraid.  Tribes will often tell you to worry about ‘them’ - the liberals or conservatives, the gays or the Evangelicals, the Arabs or the Jews.  When tribes make us afraid of those who are different they become dangerous - tribes blame the mythical ‘other’ for problems and fret that they are taking something from us. 
            The disciples find themselves in that position in our text from Mark.  After a failed attempt on their part to cast out a demon mere verses earlier, the disciple John seems to be simultaneously boasting and tattling to Jesus about the man they found working in God’s name.  You see, He was not one of them; he didn’t know the password, wasn’t wearing the right clothes, wasn’t a member of their club.  So the disciples did what they could to put him in his proper place - they rebuked him - making it clear to everyone that he was an outsider. 
Imagine for a minute coming to church one Sunday morning only to discover that you are not allowed inside.  You don’t know the handshake.  Something sets you apart, perhaps not even anything you can control.  You are left standing at the door questioning people as they come out - what did you sing?  What was the scripture?  Did you laugh?  Did you cry?  Was God there?  Unable to be part of the worshipping community - clearly marked as ‘other’ – odds are very few would have answered your questions. 
The disciples came to Jesus looking for approval of their group cleansing; perhaps hoping Jesus would march back to this pretender and give him what for.  But Jesus again confounds the disciples - attempting to explain why this persons action speak louder than their words, why good deeds always outweigh proper dress and correct code words.  Jesus goes on to implore the disciples to cast out their own eyes, if that eye were to get in the way of others experiencing and witnessing to the power of God.  It would be better that they died than to refuse someone a place at Jesus’ table.
Instead of focusing on being servants of one another the disciples spent their time trying to set themselves apart from others.[1] Jesus is saying to them, “You don’t understand me if you think of God only as your savior or even our savior.  God is also the savior for them.”  The disciples had a hard time grasping this. We have a hard time with it as well.
Like the disciples, we often get in our own way, giving foolish pride and incomplete knowledge free reign, leaving our ‘better angels’ behind and losing sight of God’s call to action.  What are our primary distractions?  In what ways are we focusing on setting ourselves apart rather than serving others?  What are the things that get in our way and cause us to be a stumbling block for others?  If our primary distraction is grasping after material wealth, we need to exercise discipline over our hands, encouraging them to give.  If it’s wanting only to walk with the ‘in-crowd’, we need to exercise discipline over our feet, following where God’ leads.  If it’s coveting every cool, desirable thing we see, then we need to exercise discipline over our eyes so we can focus on the things of God[2]. 
Jesus’ words are a call to remember that God’s vision is not our vision.  As we’ve prayed and talked about FPC’s vision for the future we’ve talked openly about this dichotomy.  At our church retreat yesterday, Peg Livingood pointed out that our primary goal, our first mission, is to love and serve God and engage people in faithful discipleship.  All our other goals - stability, programs, growth - must be built upon that call from God.    God’s vision is always broader and deeper, simultaneously more complex and more simple than we can imagine.  When our vision is dim, God’s is clear.  When like the author of Lamentations, we feel at the end of our ropes, God sees beyond that struggle.  We are called to open ourselves without condition into the joy of life in God’s presence.   The path of least resistance for human beings is to stay in our groups and cling to the illusion that we can live in isolation.  God has something else in mind.  You can hear it in 1 Corinthians – in God there are no more divisions, we are one[3].  Faithful living begins when we leave our groups and move toward the table.  Only then will peace break forth among us. 
On this Sunday, while most of us here in Kansas were sleeping, Christians in Haiti left their homes and braved walking the streets to their place of worship, to hear the words ‘this is my body’.  Across the ocean, Christians gathered in the Church of the Holy Resurrection in Jerusalem and heard the words, “this is my body”.  In Saint Paul’s in London a hush fell across the congregation as the celebrant declared ‘this is my body’.  In churches and cathedrals across the US today, pastors and congregation, no matter race, denomination, or worship style will gather together and take bread into their hands and declare ‘this is my body’.  There is not a corner of the earth that on this day will not hear the worlds’ this is my body’ echo in a place of worship.
And yet, there are those who would argue that this day - World Communion Sunday - really only underscores how like the disciples we are, how far apart we are.  In almost any city here in the US there will be many congregations that don’t even celebrate World Communion Sunday.  And among those that do, there are many things that divide us, many things that keep us from celebrating this meal WITH our diverse brothers and sisters.  Yes, the church is the body of Christ - but it sure looks like a broken and bruised body. 
During Richard Nixon's 1968 presidential campaign he noticed a 13 year old girl, Vicky Lynne Cole, holding at a rally in Ohio.  Vicky Lynne picked a random sign up from the floor after dropping hers in the crush of people[4].  That sign said- Bring Us Together.  He, in typical nixonian fashion, grasped the beauty and simplicity in that statement and co-opted it as his theme for a divided nation.  Now I don’t endorse Nixon as a model citizen, but that one phrase - Bring Us Together - encapsulates this whole Sunday. 
Today we are holding up a sign before the church universal which reads: bring us together.  Yes there are differences, between denominations, within denominations, right here in our very pews.  Yes, we often attempt to ‘fence’ ourselves, to put walls between us because we feel safer that way.  But what this table represents transcends those differences; it calls us out of our comfort zones into God’s hands.   This is what brings us together - if anything can. Today we are living into God’s vision for the future, celebrating a promised reality.  Let the bread and the cup be the cement that holds us together.
It is something so simple, yet we have made it so complex.  We come this morning as a united people - united in purpose, united in mission, united in aspirations, and perhaps most importantly, united by our faith in God.  Let us recognize our distractions and commit ourselves to witnessing to this promise – God’s world in communion.  May it be so.





[1] Karen Baker-Fletcher, Theological Themes: Mark 9:38-50, Lectionary Homiletics: Back Issues Plus, http://www.goodpreacher.com/journalread.php?id=1122. 
[2] Ibid.
[3] I Corinthians 12:12-13.