When Poetry Isn’t Enough

I remember as a child standing among the testifying azaleas at community Easter Sunrise services at Bryant Park in Richmond, Virginia. Azalea blossoms became visual parables of how it works in God’s world.  Winter yields to spring, death yields to life and life –somehow- never ends.  The swollen attendance in churches on Easter says that at least on this point the church and world still want the same thing – we long for assurance that there’s more to life than once and done.

There’s no doubt Christians caught a break when the Council of Nicaea declared in 325 CE that Easter would forever be calendared among the rites of spring. What a leg up – to have your central holiday dedicated to the reality of resurrection buttressed by longer days and shorter nights, the return of songbirds, and the colorful eruption of a sleeping earth becoming wide awake and alert.  Surely the Christian idea of resurrection was written in the ready testimony of the book of nature. The dogwood blossom in legend becomes but another gospel, its petals cross-shaped, its rust colored points stained by crucifixion blood, and its central green cluster a crown of thorns.

The witness of spring, though, has a way of changing the Christian resurrection story from history to poetry.  As the writer Frederick Buechner points out, in our pluralistic and skeptical age now it is the teachings of Jesus that are immortal, or the Spirit of Jesus that is undying, or Jesus himself is but a pointer to a kind of truth that is more profound than literal.  Hope can be reborn in a despairing soul.  Is that not enough?

I think the story of Easter resurrection is best heard in near darkness.  That’s the way it way happens in the gospel of Mark.  The women show up at Christ’s tomb for the first Easter Sunrise Service with only the smallest hint of light to guide their steps.  And seeing for themselves the glad good news of resurrection, what do they do?

Trembling and bewildered, the women went out and fled from the tomb.  They said nothing to anyone because they were afraid. (Mark 16:8)

 What explains this?  Not a resurrection that is simply poetry for the way things are.  No, they got a shadowy glimpse of a resurrection that should never be, but happened nonetheless.  Easter is about the resurrection of a dead man, body and soul, not an idea.  And if that be true, your resurrection may be about much more than you think.

Resurrection is not another term for what the flowers do on a seasonal basis.  It isn’t even the idea that believing souls shed their bodies and are finally free for heaven. To believe in the resurrection of the dead is to believe that in God’s good time we will be raised body and soul for life in a new heaven and a new earth.   Heaven for now is but where we wait for what so many of us have been praying for Sunday after Sunday, year after year:

Our Father in heaven, hallowed by your name, your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.

 To believe in Easter, to look forward to resurrection, is to believe in heaven on earth where all that we have done in faith, hope, and love will not disappear but be swept up into a future we can only call the kingdom of God.

It is because of Easter that we should savor creation, create beauty, do justice, and practice faith for these are the gifts and works of our hands which God, along with our very selves, will raise up from the dust of the earth to an eternal life. Imagine the day on which you were your best self, did your best work, did it in great faith, amidst great beauty.  And now imagine it only becoming so much better than you ever thought it could be.  That is to stumble upon the outskirts of Easter, knowing that the best of it is beyond words.

So is it enough for us that once again the days lengthen, the gardens are ablaze with color, or the unknown potential of a new life is again born into a tired old world?  Is it enough that hope can be reborn in despairing soul?  Such things are blessing and a wonder, but they are not enough.  I’m holding out for Easter. I’m counting on resurrection, mine and yours.  I hope you will do the same.

 

 

In The Midst

Some thoughts from Christian writer Frederick Buechner that are especially meaningful as we head toward Easter.

JESUS IS APT TO COME, into the very midst of life at its most real and inescapable. Not in a blaze of unearthly light, not in the midst of a sermon, not in the throes of some kind of religious daydream, but . . . at supper time, or walking along a road. This is the element that all the stories about Christ’s return to life have in common: Mary waiting at the empty tomb and suddenly turning around to see somebody standing there—someone she thought at first was the gardener; all the disciples except Thomas hiding out in a locked house, and then his coming and standing in the midst; and later, when Thomas was there, his coming again and standing in the midst; Peter taking his boat back after a night at sea, and there on the shore, near a little fire of coals, a familiar figure asking, “Children, have you any fish?”; the two men at Emmaus who knew him in the breaking of the bread. He never approached from on high, but always in the midst, in the midst of people, in the midst of real life and the questions that real life asks.

– Originally published in The Magnificent Defeat

Pressure

Lent – Day 24

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Scripture – 2 Peter 3:9

Reflection

God is patient; most of us are counting on it.  There is comfort in knowing that God won’t foreclose on the loan of our lives today or demand a perfection we know that is beyond us.  But do we misunderstand God’s patience as an excuse for complacent living?  There is a great deal of difference between living under soul-numbing, joy-stealing, divine pressure and feeling no pressure at all.

Perhaps God, rightly understood,is the master of patient pressure.  Pressure scares me, but I count on my chiropractor to put my slipped discs under pressure so they will quit being a source of pain. Pressure scares us, but a good psychologist will put us under a little pressure to get us to face what we’d prefer to avoid.  Pressure puts the curve in the inflexible piece of wood that shapes a swift and elegant boat.  Pressure forms the pot out of the shapeless clay.

The Lord is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance.

No complacency here. This is a good season to cooperate with God’s patient pressure to bend our rigid soul in a more faithful direction. Repentance is how we do it.

Prayer Focus

Ask God through the power of he Spirit to help you see where you are stuck and in pain in your life.  Pray that you will cooperate with God’s patient pressure to bend in the direction of faith, hope, and love.

Seeking An Advantage

Lent – Day 14

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Scripture      Romans 4:13-17

Reflection

It’s a natural thing for people  to seek an advantage, and if found, take it.  We pursue a better job by networking with friends and acquaintences who could open a door for us.   We seek a better seat at the ballgame by checking with a season-ticket holder who might not need their seats this week.  We contact the flight attendant in the family to see if they might have a buddy pass to lower the price of the trip.  Is there anything wrong with seeking an advantage?  Most of the time the answer is “no”.

When it comes to being welcomed by  God, do some people have an advantage?  Is having a priest in the family a leg up?  Does the fact that the last 4 generations of your family all went to the same church put you in a better position?  Do some of us born in a particular place, or to a particular race, or of a certain gender have an advantage in gaining God’s approval over others?

When it comes to our tendency to seek, and claim, an advantage, Paul the Apostle says it won’t help us much in our relationship with God.

“Therefore the promise comes by faith, so that it may be by grace and may be guaranteed to all Abraham’s offspring – not only to those who are of the law but also to those who have the faith of Abraham.” 

In other words being born Jewish in Paul’s ancient world was no advantage in gaining God’s favor.  And in our time neither is being protestant, white, American, male – or any other adjective we would use to describe ourselves.  What does matter is something all can possess – faith.  Faith is the empty-handed acceptance of what God will do for us.  Faith is the stance of people who quit counting their advantages in order that they might receive God’s gifts.  Faith finally has little to do us, and that’s why so many of us find it so difficult.

Prayer Focus

Lord give me the courage to stand before you no longer citing my advantages, but relying only on your love displayed for all people through Jesus Christ.

ABC’s

Lent Day 8

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Scripture   Romans 10:9-13

Reflection

The New Testament is not an invitation to Christianity.  It is an invitation to Christ.  And though making that distinction is simplistic, it is helpful at times to draw a bright line between them.  Christianity comes with great attention to the ABC’s – attendance, buildings, and cash.  It is possible to align ourselves with the institutional trappings of Christianity and never carefully consider (or intentionally avoid) its invitation to faith.

If you declare with your mouth, “Jesus is Lord,” and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.

Whatever the considerable implications of that scripture are, at the simplest level we are invited to make a decision about the person of Jesus Christ.  If the attendance, buildings, and cash were all gone tomorrow, who and what would be left for us to believe in?  Lent is a great season for stripping away Christianity’s veneer and making sure we have aligned ourselves with its solid and unchanging foundation.

Prayer Focus

Living God draw my attention away for a while from the institutional distractions of the faith, and allow me to consider afresh my commitment to Jesus Christ as Lord.

An Invitation To Prayer

Below is a prayer reflection and focus for day 5 in the season of Lent.  If you are interested in a daily prayer focus in the coming days please visit http://www.wpcsnellville.org and go to my pastor blog.

Lent – Day 5

Scripture   I John 1:5-10

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Reflection

If we claim to be without sin, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us.  However true the statement is, it doesn’t keep us from repeating the deception.  After all we have a lot invested in being right.  When was the last time we received the award, promotion, or pat on the back for being wrong?

Off course we are all wrong, plenty of times.  It’s a truth we discover more by weight than by logic.  Sin – falling short of what God intends for our lives – becomes a burden we bear.  We’d like to unburden ourselves, but it is so hard to face the reality of needing to.

The good news is that the season of Lent is not only a call to honesty.  It is an opportunity to lose the weight, to experience a burden lifted.

If we confess our sins, God is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.

Perhaps it’s time to let it go, with God’s help.

Prayer Focus

What are you carrying around that you need to let go of?  Ask God for the courage to confess it.

50 Shades of Grey: A Little Black and White

It’s hard to find much that religious liberals and religious conservatives can get together on these days. The recent release of 50 Shades of Grey may create one of those rare moments.  The link below is a mainline Christian perspective on how 50 Shades creates a climate of acceptance for practices that deserve to be opposed. Worth the read.

http://pres-outlook.org/2015/02/behind-closed-doors-talking-church-50-shades-grey/

Remember

Some thoughts from author Frederick Buechner on the healing power of remembering:

WHEN YOU REMEMBER me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart.

For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost. When I’m feeling most ghost-like, it’s your remembering me that helps remind me that I actually exist. When I’m feeling sad, it’s my consolation. When I’m feeling happy, it’s part of why I feel that way. If you forget me, one of the ways I remember who I am will be gone. If you forget me, part of who I am will be gone.

“Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom,” the good thief said from his cross (Luke 23:42). There are perhaps no more human words in all of Scripture, no prayer we can pray so well.

– Originally published in Whistling In The Dark

Children Of God

Text:  John 1:1-18                                                                                      

 

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When the song of the angels is stilled,
when the star in the sky is gone,
when the kings and princes are home,
when the shepherds are back with their flocks,
the work of Christmas begins: 

That’s the first half of a poem by Howard Thurman called The Work of Christmas.  We’ll get to the second half in a little while.

It seems to fit this Sunday, because for most of the world Christmas is over.  It’s New Years. The angels, stars, kings, and shepherds have all been packed away until next year.  But the work of Christmas quickly becomes no more than the work that must always be done.  Bills need to be paid, houses cleaned, cars fixed, classes taught, sales goals pursued, and so it goes.

This poem seems to fit for another reason.  In John’s Christmas story there are no angels, stars, kings or shepherds.  No vulnerable, pregnant Mary, the mother of Jesus.  No worried Joseph trying to find them a place to stay after a long journey to Bethlehem. How do you tell such an unsentimental, dry-eyed, Christmas story?  If John was all we knew of the story of the birth of Jesus our children’s pageants would be reduced to a miniature version of John the Baptist dressed in a bear skin rug shouting, “I am the voice of one calling in desert, ‘Make straight the way for the Lord.’” 

So John tells us an awesome – and unsentimental – story about a Christmas baby.  Maybe there’s a reason.  Perhaps he wants to call our attention to something other than a child in a manger on a starlit night.

II

 According to John the story of the birth of Jesus can be told in two verses:

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. (verse 1) 

The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us.  We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only, who came from the Father full of grace and truth. (verse 14) 

All done.  This is a masterful telling of the preexistent Christ, who takes on our flesh in the incarnation.  It’s key to understanding a God who enters into every aspect of our experience so that we can live, love, and die in hope.  It is the basis for saying that on the cross, in that sacrifice we call the atonement, Jesus dies as one of us for our sins and the sins of the world.  It is because of the incarnation that we can look for signs of the presence of God in the creation and each other.

It’s big stuff.  But that leaves us sixteen more verses.  To say such grand things with such economy leaves room to say something more the gospel writer wants us to hear.

III

 I believe the something more can be found in verse 12:

Yet to all who received him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God –

Why does John say so little about putting Jesus in a manger?  So he can put us in it, instead.  He says so little about Jesus’ birth, so he has plenty of room to talk about ours.  Irenaeus, one of the fathers of the ancient church wrote many centuries ago:

The Word of God, Jesus Christ, on account of his great love for mankind, became what we are in order to make us what he is himself. 

Jesus came not so there would be one child of God, but many.  He came so we would not only sing “What Child Is This,” but ask, “Whose child are we?”  He came so that we would not spend our lives dominated by others, or defined by our misfortunes, or distraught at the thought that we are alone in a world that has no purpose at all.  He came so that we could know we belong to God in the most intimate sort of way.

Paul the Apostle says that coming to believe in Jesus is about more than receiving the forgiveness and righteousness of God.  It is the experience of receiving the Holy Spirit of adoption (Romans 8:15).

The Spirit himself testifies with our spirit that we are God’s children. (vs. 16) 

To know Jesus is not simply to believe something, but to become something.  It is to have that sense that children have that we belong in ways that go beyond words.  It is the freedom that comes from knowing that our days are in God’s hands.  It is the confidence that comes from knowing no sin is the last word, no failure the summation of the value of our life.  

IV

Now John says we have a role to play in this.  Child of god, as good as it sounds, is a reality that requires our acceptance.  You wonder why anybody would pass it up.  But John, probably scratching his old, bald theological head, says we do it all the time.

Speaking of the people of Jesus day he says, “He came to that which was his own, but his own did not receive him.”  Why would that be?  Why would so many see child of God as an invitation impossible to accept?  How can so many in our day sing songs of Jesus divine childhood and remain so unconscious of their own?

One writer has said we struggle to understand the difference between what describes us and what defines us.  We speak of things like our race, nationality, childhood upbringing, financial success or failure, marital status (single-married-divorced), sexuality, education or the lack of it, past sins or triumphs – and often we speak as if these things define us.  For better or worse nothing more important can really be said.

Now these things – good or bad – may all be true.  But they only describe a part of us, they don’t define all of us.  What does define us  – if we are willing to give up our death grip on our inadequate definitions of our lives – is that we God’s children.  Nothing – good or bad – cuts deeper than that.  Nothing matters more.  And nothing has the potential to be more transformational of the kind of person we will become.  Paul, that once self-righteous Pharisee of Pharisees, understood so well how we cling to inadequate  definitions of who we are and how important it is to let them go.  He wrote:

You are all sons of God through faith in Christ Jesus, for all of you who were baptized into Christ have clothed yourselves with Christ.  There is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus. (Gal. 3:26-28) 

I guess I’m sneaking in a plea for a Christmas conversion here.  To be a child of God requires a decision to let go of other definitions of who we are.  There can be a million true descriptions of who we are but only one true definition – we are God’s children, individuals who hold great worth in God’s eyes, were created to know love and respect, and will be used by God to do His work in the world. 

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This is the work of Christmas, according to John.  In the light of the work of God becoming one of us, this is the first part of the work we are asked to do. So how are we going to do this?  How are we going to live like children of God?   It may seem like a dumb question – after all don’t most children simply get up in the morning and be who they are?

Yes.  But most of us aren’t that secure as God’s child.  We came into the family – like many adopted children – a little later.  We need some convincing.

Here’s some help. For the rest of the month of January – when you get up in the morning and look in the mirror –say these words to yourself:

“I am God’s beloved child, created to know love and respect, and God will use me to do God’s work in changing the world.”

Let’s try it right now.  It sounds easy.  But most of us will not find it easy in the days to  come.  We’ll be tempted not to believe it. And we’ll doubt it because lots of other voices in our life will try to tell us it’s not true.  They may sound something like this:

You, a child of God? But what about the failure of your marriage?  What about that job you lost?  What about when you disappointed your parents, children, or spouse? And don’t forget about all the poor judgments and mistakes you’ve made. Yeah, maybe God loves you, but you aren’t really worthy of that love, and you’re certainly not in a position to change yourself, not to mention the world.”  (adapted from comments by David Lose) 

Most of us will find plenty of reasons to doubt all if it.  Which is why we need to remember the words in John’s gospel:

…to all who believe in his name he gave the right to become children of God – children not born of natural descent, nor of human decision, or of a husband’s will, but born of God. (vs. 13)

And nothing can change that.

VI 

So the first work of Christmas is to become a child of God, a reality that is within the reach of every man and woman.  To know whose we are, and because of that to know why we are.

And that bring us back to the last part of the poem with which we began:

When the song of the angels is stilled,
when the star in the sky is gone,
when the kings and princes are home,
when the shepherds are back with their flocks,
the work of Christmas begins: 

to find the lost,
to heal the broken,
to feed the hungry,
to release the prisoner,
to rebuild the nations,
to bring peace among the people,
to make music in the heart. 

When we know we are God’s child it makes sense to be about God’s business.  It makes sense to live a Christmas life – not only one day a year when everybody is doing it – but all other days when everybody is not.

Children of God.  It’s the work we were all put here to do.

A Sight for Sore Eyes

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 It has been said there are four stages in a man’s life:

  • When you believe in Santa Claus.
  • When you don’t believe in Santa Claus.
  • When you are Santa Claus.
  • When you look like Santa Claus.

As true as that is, I have come to believe there is another stage:  when we look for something that is more permanent and enduring than Santa Claus.  This stage happens for different people at different times.  It is a restless hunger that is often hard to name, but I believe it is the search for God.

And so we come to Simeon.  Simeon was a hungry man.  He was hardly godless; in fact he was the opposite.  He had tasted enough of God to know he wanted and needed even more.  Nothing could satisfy except the patient pursuit of the truest story of all.  And that means there is something is this story for people like us.

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 It’s hard to imagine a more compelling picture of someone who wanted something more from God, than Simeon.

Driven by the light God has lodged in his heart, he kept going to that cold and cavernous old temple believing that God had yet to show him a new thing.  He was seeking “consolation,” good news for Israel that would release them from their bondage and suffering as a people.

We read that “the Holy Spirit was upon him.” Simeon’s heart was tender and open to what God had to say.  Perhaps he could have never explained why, but he knew he was to see the Lord’s Christ, the one who would come from God to bring light to the world.

How’s your heart?  Is the Spirit upon you?  Perhaps like Simeon you have pursued God in churches, temples, and all the conventional places we call “holy”.  Or maybe the pursuit of God has drawn you to some out of the way places.  Regardless, your heart is open.  Your heart is ready.  Like Simeon you have tasted enough of God to continue to look for something more.

The search for God can be frustrating for many reasons.  But one of the biggest is that many of us aren’t prepared to find our answer in a figure who has grown as ordinary as the Jesus of Christmas.  We were hoping for someone more exciting; someone who promises a few more fireworks.  The author Kathleen Norris has said:

We want life to have meaning, we want fulfillment, healing an even ecstasy, but the human paradox is that we find these things by starting where we are, not where we wish we were.

 

So do we have Simeon’s eyes this first Sunday after Christmas?  Are we ready to consider the appearing of God among the ordinary?  Will our hunger allow the birth of Jesus to be the bright revelation of God in the midst of after Christmas sales and while our neighbors make haste to take down their decorations and get back to business as usual?

III

 So Simeon seeks in midst of the ordinary.  But he does more than seek.  He finds something.  He announces that in the birth of Jesus the endless seeking has come to an end.

You are looking at Rembrandt’s Simeon.  (see portrait)  Standing there in the same temple where he had stood countless times.  He had stood expectantly.  Maybe he had uttered what seemed to be a thousand unanswered prayers.  But this time he looks and sees “something more”.  Simeon takes this infant Jesus in his arms and beginning in verse 29 tells us all what we have been seeking:

My eyes have seen your salvation, which you have prepared in the sight of all people, a light for revelation to the gentiles and for glory to your people Israel.

 

It’s an amazing claim.  Amazing because this seeker is claiming in Jesus Christ the something more he seeks has been found.  The hunger in our souls actually leads somewhere.  And amazing because it happens in the most ordinary of settings.  It happens in an old temple and arrives in the arms of a young couple doing for their newborn son what the Jewish law required, like countless others before them.  Simeon gazes into the ordinary and finds in it God’s extraordinary.

God has come.  God has come in the flesh.  And God has come in response to the deepest hungers of the human heart.  If you are seeking do you realize it is Jesus that you seek?  Or has your vision become so dimmed by the ordinary, you can’t see the one you seek?

Simeon seeks. And then he finds Jesus.  Could he be the one you are seeking?

IV

That really is the lingering question of Christmas, isn’t it?  What child is this?  Who is this Jesus?

To claim that Jesus is the destination for our seeking hearts can be a scary thing.  Scary, because many of us have made a career of seeking and not finding.  God’s been our hobby.  We’ve been looking for so long, we are frightened by the thought of arriving at our destination.  And let’s be honest.  We live in a time when so many people say with great authority there are many questions but very few answers.  And what will they think of us if we claim to have found one?  Will we be assigned a seat among the simple-minded, never to be taken seriously again?

Simeon is offering us an invitation.  To lift up by faith the ordinary Jesus of Christmas, look into his face, and say:

Sovereign Lord…my eyes have seen your salvation which you have prepared in the sight of all people…

You might notice that Rembrandt painted Simeon with his eyes closed.  We can’t be sure why, but many have heard in it Rembrandt’s invitation coming from across the centuries:

We don’t have to see what Simeon saw to know what he knew.

When you look at Jesus, what do you see?

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There is some gravity, some consequence, as to how we answer Simeon’s invitation.  Simeon doesn’t simply wander off stage to the spiritual retirement home happy, satisfied, and ready to pass on to his reward.  No, he leaves Mary the mother of Jesus with words that should make us all wonder:

This child is destined to cause the falling and rising of many in Israel, and to be a sign that will be spoken against, so that the thoughts of many hearts will revealed.

 

The claim of Christmas is that the seeker’s quest has a destination.  His name is Jesus.  It’s not simply a private matter.  Jesus wasn’t simply Simeon’s personal savior or an upgrade to the Jewish understanding of God.   To come to him has consequences.  To pass him by in search of a more exotic salvation has consequences too.  Maybe Jesus isn’t so painfully ordinary after all.

Simeon said in his time it was about falling or rising.  Christmas is God’s invitation to the many to rise.  To recognize in Jesus that what we seek is nearer than we think.

VI

This Christmas many of us have been rewarded by the sight of people we haven’t seen in a while, and we are glad.  The longing of our sore eyes has been fulfilled.

Once again the world has welcomed the Jesus of Christmas in the ordinary way.  But who have we seen?  What child is this?

Some years ago, in 1992, the Methodist Bishop of Atlanta, James S. Thomas, composed his own Christmas card.  It said simply this:

When time was full and human longing at a strange new height, God came to us to make the wrong the right.   

 

Emmanuel, God is with us in Jesus Christ our Lord.

That is the answer Christmas offers.  It is the answer for Simeon and all his many hungry cousins.  May you look into the face of Jesus and find something more.