Sunday, November 13, 2016

“From Ugliness a Beauty Emerges: Greater Love”
© The Rev. Brian R. Paulson, D.Min.
Psalm 137 1-7; Matthew 15:21-39
November 13, 2016

Friends, I am not above asking for a little self-serving sympathy.  It has been a week of high emotion and great significance for all of us in many ways. And because of this, even though every week in the pulpit is a labor of love, this has been a particularly challenging week in which to prepare a sermon.

So, before I begin our today, I want to ask, “Will you please pray with me a silent prayer for discernment?”

Let us pray: “O Lord, may the words of my mouth and the meditations of all our hearts, be acceptable in your sight. O God, our Rock and Redeemer.”

One challenge, on the weekend after Veterans Day, is the book we have been using to read through scripture this year (“We Make the Road by Walking” by Brian McLaren). In chapter 11, it contrasts Joshua’s military conquest of Canaanites with Jesus’ peaceful compassion toward the Canaanites. The reading asks us to confront the question of violence and conquest.

So, that is one challenge to address.  I will spend more time on that and other scriptures of the past month in my “Bible with Brian” class after worship.

But the greater challenge is to gather on the first Sunday after the election and find a text that challenges us to consider how we are to live with people whom we find difficult, different, and whom even Jesus describes as dogs.

I’d say we have a few challenges to tackle this morning!

Well, as I was preparing this sermon, I remembered the voice of a friend who always used to say that if there isn’t something good in a message, it really isn’t the Good News of the Gospel. 

Indeed I believe there always is a good word to proclaim.

Even if it tastes like stiff medicine.

Even if sometimes, before we arrive at the good, we find some things have gone from bad, to worse.

Today I want to focus primarily on the message on the story of Jesus’ encounter with the Canaanite woman.



But it is worth taking a short detour through the psalm that we have read today.

It is a psalm of dislocation. It is a psalm of lament written during the period when the people of Israel were captives in a land of foreigners, in the Babylonian empire. We read the touching song of lament in these verses, “By the waters of Babylon, we lay down and wept.”  “How can we sing” the songs of our homeland, when we are taunted and maligned in this strange place? When they say, Go ahead, “sing us” your quaint little songs.

Friends. Let us not taunt each other. America is split right down the middle in our politics.

And today there are members of this congregation who are in a place of deep pain and even fear. Bear with me because I have a pastoral word to share with those who feel this way. I have seen the tears and listened to this pain – in person and not just in the overheated emotional world of social media. So if you don’t feel this way, please bear compassionately with your neighbors.

Because there is a place for lament in the vocabulary of faith.  It is in the psalms and it has a place in this church as well.

This is a safe place for all of God’s children. It is safe for you and for me – even when we disagree.

And also in our church, there are people who feel their votes and their judgement are being badly misunderstood.

So how can express our anger and dismay? We share it when we pray.

Even some of the angriest verses of scripture, verses in this very psalm, from which I have spared you today – are a demonstration that we are able to carry our deepest pain, our greatest frustrations, to God. And God, the Ruler of the universe, is strong enough to receive it and transform that pain.

We need to do that, friends. We need to pray. Because our society needs to change our speech from hate to love.  God has given us all two ears and one mouth.  We need to listen before we speak.

Think before making that comment on social media.

My prayer for the misguided soul that wrote hate on a Warren High School mirror is that person will pause and pray before ever acting on hate again.  It is my guidance for all God’s children.  It is wisdom that together we can demonstrate in our society.

Alright. Now consider the woman in our gospel lesson today.

She is a persistent woman.

The gospel refers to her as a Canaanite woman, which author Brian McLaren points out is an odd kind of slur, since no one was called a Canaanite in Jesus day. It would be like calling someone a Viking or Aztec today. The author of the gospel is at pains to point out that she is outside the covenant, one of those deplorable pagans, a foreigner who did not belong in God’s kingdom.

Still, she dares to approach Jesus.

She believes there is something more than the wretched future that lay ahead for her daughter. She refused to accept the curse of a demon afflicted life for her girl.

She shouted to Jesus. She bothered the disciples. She kept on going on and on.

She reminds me of the parable Jesus tells in the eighteenth chapter of Luke about a widow standing before a corrupt judge. That woman carries on before the judge to such an extent that she gains justice because he feared for his reputation.

This is the kind of woman that Jesus confronts.

And the scripture presents a paradox.  It is a paradox that runs throughout the Bible.

It is a paradox that wonders: How shall we be faithful to God’s call?

How can we be set apart and holy (discriminating and discerning), while at the same time serve as a welcoming blessing for people of every stripe and tradition?

Jesus responds to this woman’s request in a way that comes off, quite frankly, as offensive. He uses a cruel metaphor to divide the blessed from the excluded. He described the Hebrews as children and the others as dogs.

But she does not give in to the metaphor.

She turns it on its head. She changes the paradigm.

If he called her a dog, she transformed that into a blessing.

Alright. It has been a hard week. This is a challenging sermon. So I am inserting a dog joke here, so we can laugh, just for a moment, OK?

A Dachshund walks into a telegraph office, picks up a blank form, and writes: “Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof.”

The clerk looks over the paper for a minute before telling the dog, “You know, there are only nine words here. You could add another ‘Woof’ for the same price.”

The Dachshund shakes his head at the clerk in disbelief. “But that would make no sense at all.”

I know, I have a strange sense of humor!

Now think of this woman. She changes the paradigm. She turns the story on its head.

If he called her a dog, she transformed the story. She changed it into a blessing.

She would not be denied.

Even dogs eat the scraps from the table. She says.

Her daughter was worthy of help.

And here is the challenge she puts before Jesus:

What kind of messiah would he be?

And we confront a similar question every morning in America.

What kind of people will we be?

Even more, you and I, friend. We must answer:

What kind of Christians will we be?

Jesus chose compassion – a greater love.

He transformed the nature of faith.

His healing would not be small. His mercy would be large.

So we read he goes on curing even more and feeding thousands and he does it with the smallest of resources.

All of this is a testament to faith.

“Woman,” says Jesus, “how great is your faith!”

Let that now be said of courageous Christians from coast to coast and around the world, “How great 
is your faith!”

We turn expectations on their head.

This scripture marks a turning point in the gospel.

We turn expectations on their head.

Like Jesus who brought peace to the Canaanites. The very people God ordered Joshua to conquer.

Like the veterans we honor this week. Our warriors, who know more personally than any other the true value of peace.

We turn expectations on their head.

This scripture is a story of transforming faith.

My doctoral advisor, Davidson College scholar Douglas Ottati, writes with power when describing this moment in Jesus’ life.[1]  He names Jesus’ ultimate allegiance to a comprehensive, never failing, steadfast love. 

So he describes the way Jesus walks in this life, in both his devotion and his vision, his walk – the way he walks, is enriched by his encounter with others in God’s world. Different people. People who see things from a different perspective.

Jesus’ vision. His love. His life is enriched by this encounter.

Can we learn from this? Can we learn from each other?

Let us do so with a persistent love.

Learn from this woman - whose faith is so great.

Learn from Jesus - whose compassion is so great.

Christian friends, we must carry and model good news for the world this day and for years to come.

So Live. Walk. Inspire.

In the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit. – Amen.






[1] Douglas F. Ottati, Jesus Christ and Christian Vision, (Louisville: Westminster John Knox Press, 1996), 113.

Friday, April 3, 2015

Palm Sunday 2015 - "Kingdom Come"

Palm Sunday 2015 - ©Brian R. Paulson, D.Min. 
Libertyville, Illinois
"Kingdom Come" -  Isaiah 50:4-9a; Mark 11:1-11
 

Let's begin with a "Hosanna!" and consider this fascinating quotation:

"Power comes not from power everywhere, but from knowing where to put it on."[i]

This is a line written by Norman Maclean in his family story, "A River Runs Through It," that was made into a movie by Robert Redford. 

He referenced it with regard to the Presbyterian way of fly cast fishing.

"Remember," his father kept saying, "it is an art that is performed on a four-count rhythm between ten and two o'clock."

So, writes Maclean, "my brother and I learned to cast Presbyterian-style, on our mother's  metronome."[ii]
Power, his father taught, comes not from power everywhere, but from knowing where to put it on.

Holy week begins with power and Jesus understood the source of his power.

As the prophet wrote, "The Lord God helps me; therefore I have not been disgraced."[iii] 

Norman Maclean wrote, "My father was very sure about certain matters pertaining to the universe. To him, all good things—trout as well as eternal salvation—come by grace."[iv]

The Lord God helps me.  That is grace.

"All good things come by grace," wrote Maclean, "and grace comes by art and art does not come easy."[v]
Jesus set his face like flint.  This he could do because he knew the source of his power.  His power was grace - the help of God.[vi]

Now grace comes by art and art does not come easy.  Jesus turned to Jerusalem full of grace and truth but what lay ahead would not come easy.

Yet with God, our help, all things are possible.

Jesus set his face like flint and knew he would not be put to shame.  His face was like flint.  Adversity would come, passion would come, but the substance of his character - the flint of his soul would set a flame of faith and endurance for the ages.

As the Psalmist announced, when the Lord is my light and my salvation, whom shall I fear.[vii]  God is my help.

There is a kingdom the people announced with hosannas as Jesus rode into Jerusalem.  It is not like the empire that Pontius Pilate embodied with his legions arriving for the Passover festival.

They announced, "blessed is the kingdom of our ancestor David"[viii] - that boy who conquered a giant - not with armor, not with armies, but with the help of God - the power of grace. 

It is the Kingdom of David - that king who sinned, the king who grieved, but the one who always understood the source of his power - the help of God, the power of grace.

So when we shout, Hosanna, we are crying for a different kind of world than what we perceive.  We cry out for a kingdom of grace that relies on the love of God.

We cry out for a new world: Where the centuries old grudges of the middle east can be healed; Where true reconciliation can abolish racism in our world. 

We cry out for a kingdom of grace - "thy kingdom come, thy will be done," we pray.

In her book, Travelling Mercies, Anne Lamott quotes Eugene O'Neill saying, "Human beings are born broken. We live by mending. The grace of God is the glue."[ix]

The grace of God is the glue.  It can turn the chalky sands of our life into the sturdy stone of flint.

The grace of God is the power of Jesus' kingdom.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth, as it is in heaven.

Can I get a hosanna?!

Power comes not from power everywhere, but from knowing where to put it on.  It comes by grace. It comes from the help of God - from the mending of our character, - and the art, is knowing when to apply it.

It is Palm Sunday - Passion Sunday.  Jesus applied the power of God.

I am drawing from the prophet Isaiah today because Jesus embodies the suffering servant described by the prophet.  I am drawing from this image because in his day the prophet was writing to God's people (as I am speaking to you as God's people), with words of encouragement for the experience of their broken lives.
There will be days in your life when you confront the powers of the empire - not the kingdom of grace. We are confronted by the empire of power and control - the demonic forces that assail us.

Jesus teaches another kind of power.  It is the kind of power that rides on a beast of burden. - Humble. It is a power that you can dispense as well.

It need not be grand or historic. It can be as simple as a cookie.

I love the way Dennis the Menace puts it when talking to his friend Joey.  In one cartoon scene the boys are walking away from Mrs. Wilson's house with arms full of cookies.  Joey wonders, "I wonder what we ever did to deserve this!"  Dennis answers, "Look, Joey, Mrs. Wilson gives us cookies not because we're nice, but because she's nice."

And you can do this.  You can share a cookie.

You can be like Mrs. Wilson.  You have that simple power.  The power of grace.

I heard it in the voice of the father of one Germanwings crash victims this week.  He said his heart was with the parents of the co-pilot who is presumed to have caused the great air tragedy.  He spoke in hopes that the man's parents were not bearing undue shame or responsibility.  - He demonstrated grace.

"The Lord God has given me the tongue of a teacher," says the prophet, "that I may know how to sustain the weary with a word."[x] 

When Jesus entered Jerusalem, one of the scribes approached him and asked which commandment was greatest.  Jesus answered by saying Love God and Love your Neighbor.  You are right, said the scribe.  Then Jesus told him - you are not far from the kingdom of God.[xi]

You can be the one to share the kingdom of grace. You have the power to love God and to love your neighbor in practical ways like our event at Feed My Starving Children.[xii]

You have the word of life - the kingdom of grace - to offer the world.

Morning by morning God wakens — wakens our ears to listen as those who are taught.[xiii] 

The power Jesus brought came from his capacity to listen. Throughout his ministry leading up to this pivotal day, he engaged the lives of ordinary people with ordinary hopes for a better day.  He was steeped in the teaching of the prophets, the wisdom of torah and the poetry of the psalms.  He had learned how to listen.
His words were discerning.  His words were power. On Palm Sunday, the time had arrived to put that power on.

How would we do it?  And I wonder, how will we do it?

I love the question that sociologist Tony Campolo borrowed from his preacher and used time and again.  "What would you rather have?  A title or a testimony?

As Jesus approached Jerusalem that day long ago - Pontius Pilate had the title, but Jesus had the testimony.

Pilate had the empire, but Jesus had the kingdom.

Soon, metal would strike flint.

Sparks were about to fly.

But Jesus had the testimony, he had the character of grace, he had flint for a face - he was set to take the blows.

A new kingdom was coming.  A kingdom of reconciliation.  A kingdom of grace.

A new world for you and me.  Thanks be to God.  Hosanna!





[i] Excerpted from pages 1-6 of A River Runs Through It, and Other Stories by Norman Maclean, published by the University of Chicago Press. ©1976 by the University of Chicago.
[ii] ibid.
[iv] Maclean (see above)
[v] ibid.
[ix] Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts On Faith. Anne Lamott - New York - Anchor Books - 1999, p. 112.
[xii] Feed My Starving Children, Libertyville - http://bit.ly/1BIztHI