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Sunday, March 8, 2015

"Coexist"

Sunday, March 8, 2015
First Congregational United Church of Christ – Sermon by Rev. Caela Simmons Wood

I’m a native Kansan. Born and raised in Leavenworth. I lived in the state until I graduated from K-State. I moved away a few months before my 22nd birthday and spent over a decade living in Texas and Indiana before returning to Kansas last summer.
Now, one would think that it’s hard to be exposed to much diversity when you grow up in Kansas. But that’s not always true. I went to a middle school and high school that were considerably more racially diverse than K-State. There were kids from all over the world at my school, thanks to the officer training programs at Fort Leavenworth. Lots of economic diversity, too. I even had several openly gay and lesbian friends by the time I graduated in the late 90s.
But one area of diversity that was sorely lacking in my world was religious diversity. Oh, my.
Religious diversity in my world consisted of Catholics, Methodists, Presbyterians, Baptists, a smattering of Episcopalians, quite a few Mormons, and a few folks who didn’t go to church. To my knowledge, there was no synagogue in my town. In all my growing up years, I knew one person who was quasi-Jewish. She had one parent that was Jewish, but not practicing.  Hard to practice when there’s nowhere to do it, after all. I am embarrassed to admit that I’m not sure I had even heard of Islam until I was out of high school. Buddhism? Not on my radar, though I’m sure it made an appearance in a delightful paperback I owned on various “cults.” (I went through a pretty hard-core Christian fundamentalist phase in high school, but that’s a story for another day).
So when we made the decision to move back to Kansas (one year ago this weekend, by the way!), it did occur to me that we would sorely miss the religious diversity we were used to in our town. Our kids both went to a Jewish preschool. I sometimes went for Zen meditation at the Buddhist center right next to my house. I regularly had coffee with the local rabbi and looked in on his cat when he was on vacation.
Religious pluralism is important to me. Vital, really, because there are so many different ways to experience the Holy. So many paths to figuring out how to be a kind, good, useful human being. So many valid ways to understand what our purpose is and how we fit into the whole wide world around us. Spending time with people from other religious traditions (or no tradition at all!) has only ever strengthened my own faith.
This is not something I would have heard from the pulpit as a child.
We didn’t talk about other religions in my church, and so I was left to mostly tease apart what might be true by reading the Bible. And, wow, that can get dangerous pretty quickly. Our sacred texts regularly lift up the particularity of Jesus. You know, “I am the way, the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.”
Seems pretty clear cut, right? You have to believe in Jesus if you want to get to God. At least, that’s how I read it when I was a teenager.
But years of learning about other religions and interacting with people of other faiths has convinced me that there is more to the story. I simply can’t say, “My religion is better than yours,” to the wonderful and faithful people I’ve known who don’t access God through Jesus.
I have delighted in the words of Jewish sages. I have spent many hours curled up with the words of Sufi mystics like Rumi and Hafiz. I have found that Buddhist meditative practice is an easier way for me to pray than folding my hands and “just talking” to God, like I learned as a child. And yet….I don’t live fully into those faiths. They aren’t mine. Christianity calls me back…as my home. That doesn’t mean it’s better than the others. It just means that it happens to be mine. Marcus Borg wisely said that he was Christian, essentially, because it’s what he was born into. It was his home. Sure, he could have been Jewish or Muslim or Buddhist, but that’s not what was familiar and easiest for him. Christianity was in the air he breathed and became his religious home. I feel pretty much the same way.
It turns out that the difficult texts in the Bible about other religions go far beyond that brief “the truth, the way, and the life” bit from the 14th chapter of John. Whole giant sections of the Bible are quite problematic if you’re trying to sort out how faithful Christians might regard other faiths.
Take, for example, today’s passage from 1 Corinthians. “For Jews demand signs and Greeks desire wisdom, but we proclaim Christ crucified, a stumbling block to Jews and foolishness to Gentiles….” You can almost hear Paul say, “Nanny nanny boo boo,” in the margins, right?
This whole idea of Jesus being a stumbling block to Jews is prevalent through the Second Testament. The thought being that God sent Jesus, essentially, to thwart the Jews. As if God had somehow changed his mind and was no longer interested in continuing that everlasting covenant we learned about last week. Of course, this doesn’t seem to make a ton of sense to me because Jesus was, in fact, Jewish. So I have a hard time imagining God sending a Messiah in distinctly Jewish form if she had no interest in being in relationship with the Jews any more.
And then we’ve got today’s other passage from the Second Testament. By the way, I often refer to the “New Testament” as the “Second Testament.” One of the ongoing offenses we Christians have committed against our Jewish kindred is the crime of “supersessionism” which is just a fancy word that means, “Our religion replaces yours.” It’s this wonky idea that Judaism was okay – for a time – but now that Christ has come with the New Covenant, all that old stuff doesn’t matter any more. You can see how the language of Old and New Testament is a bit problematic, right? As if the new replaces the old? A lot of scholars have switched to Hebrew Scriptures and Christian Scriptures…but, that seems strange to me, because the Hebrew Scriptures (the First Testament) are also Christian. They are a part of our sacred texts – no less so than those in the Second Testament.
So…today’s passage from the Gospel of John. John, more than any other gospel writer, has been criticized for being anti-Semitic. We have “the Jews” this and “the Jews” that. “The Jews” are the ones in the temple that Jesus is so mad at. “The Jews” are the ones always asking the dumb and frustrating questions. And we know, of course, that it will be “the Jews” there in the end shouting “Crucify him! Crucify him!”
Some argue, “Well, isn’t that how it happened? That’s not anti-Semitism, it’s just a report of what happened. Plus, surely people can differentiate between Jews then and Jews now. Does this really cause problems?”
For starters, it’s probably not what really happened. Jesus was convicted and murdered by a Roman system of oppression. His real enemies were the occupiers. Were there also inter-Jewish conflicts between different factions of Jewish folks? Sure. But did any of them have much power over Jesus? Not really. Why, then, John’s insistence on “the Jews” this and “the Jews” that? Let’s remember that the Gospel of John was written quite a long time after Jesus died. John’s negative attitudes towards “the Jews” is probably much more reflective of the evolving conflicts between his own community and the Jewish structure at the time.
And to the question, “Does it really matter?” Yes. Yes it does. We as Christians come from a long, long line of anti-Semitism, sadly. It’s no coincidence that horrible pogroms and attacks on Jews in Europe in the Middle Ages happened during Holy Week. Some of you may even remember growing up and learning that “the Jews killed Jesus” and maybe even heard Jewish people referred to as “Christ killers.” When you tell a story, over and over again, of “the Jews” killing Christ….it matters. It’s harmful.
Some of the most important thinkers in Christian history were wildly anti-Semitic. I’m not going to stand here and read all of the horrible things St. Augustine, Origen, and St. Ignatius said, but a quick Google search will give you more hateful words than you know what to do with. One of the worst offenders was Martin Luther, who wrote an entire book called “On the Jews and Their Lies.”
So, yes. It matters. Atrocities against our Jewish kindred have been committed in the name of Christ for millennia now. Committed in the name of a man who was Jewish, whose followers called him Rabbi, Teacher. Surely, God weeps.
It’s vital to me that we do better for our children than my childhood church did. I didn’t have anyone talking to me about other religions and so I was left to decipher what I could from the Bible. When I read that book about other religions as “cults” as a 16 year old….I believed what I read because no one was helping me learn about our complicated history as Christians or telling me it was okay to actively disagree with some of the things I read in the Bible. I am thankful to be raising my children in a faith community where we’re doing things differently.
All of this, of course, is beyond relevant for today. It’s not like religious competition or warfare is a thing of the past. We’ve all been following the headlines about ISIS and the corresponding backlash against our Muslim kindred all over the world. Last month, a headline in the New York Times caught my eye, “Fear on the Rise: Jews in France Weigh an Exit.”[1] France is home to more Jews than any other country in Europe. Third in the world after the U.S. and Israel. And the recent attacks against Jewish people in Paris and other places has them feeling very unsafe. The article stated that at least 15,000 Jewish people are expected to leave France and emigrate to Israel in this year alone.
In addition to speaking out for religious freedom, doing our best to educate ourselves about other religions, and form relationships with people of other faiths, I think we are called to work on something as it relates to our own identity as Christians. Have you noticed that people often have a tendency to define themselves as what they’re not?
Paul is doing it in his letter to the church at Corinth, “Jews do this and Gentiles do this, but we Christians aren’t like that.” And, gosh, progressive Christians are some of the worst offenders. How many times have I said to a friend, “You should come to my church sometime. We’re not like those other Christians that preach hell and damnation. We don’t think being gay is a sin. We don’t tell women to stay silent. We don’t do this…or that…We’re not like THEM.” And, of course, underneath my words….”we’re better than them.”
Why this desire to define ourselves over and against others? Why does loving and wanting to follow Jesus mean you have to throw out everything in the First Testament? It doesn’t, of course. Christianity can be a valid religious home for many without having to be the one true path for everyone.
A few months ago, I had a great back-and-forth correspondence with a dear friend who lives in the Middle East. She’s from the U.S. – we met when we were both living in Dallas. She identifies as an atheist and humanist and prides herself on teaching her kids to be good people without religion. I think she’s doing a fine job of it. She reads my sermons pretty often, which I think is just sweet. And we have good conversations about them.
So, anyway, a few months ago I got a message from her. She said that she was realizing that we had never really had a conversation about why I’m a Christian. She knew a lot about what I didn’t believe – she respected that I could be a person of deep faith without being hateful or bigoted. But she wondered what exactly my core beliefs were, after all. “Why are you a Christian?” she asked.
If you’ve never had someone who actually wanted to know the answer ask you, “Why are you a Christian?” you’re missing out. Through my conversation with her, I discovered some new things about my faith and about God. It was a gift.
And so, in the coming week, I invite you to give that gift to someone else. Sit down with a close friend or family member who identifies as some particular religion. Ask them “Why are you Christian? (Or Jewish, or Muslim, or Buddhist, or Hindu)?” And when they answer, try not to compare yourself. Don’t think about the ways your own faith is better or worse or even different. Religion is not a competition. And it’s not a bumper sticker, despite this sermon’s title. We can do better, after all, than just coexisting.
Let us all work with God’s blessing to do more than just coexist….but truly live in a world where all ways of experiencing the Holy are valued and affirmed.





[1] http://www.nytimes.com/2015/01/13/world/europe/fear-on-rise-jews-in-france-weigh-an-exit.html?_r=0

Sunday, March 1, 2015

"The Promise of Glory"

Sunday, March 1, 2015
First Congregational United Church of Christ – Sermon by Rev. Caela Simmons Wood

Something fascinating happened at the Academy Awards last week. It was hard to see, so you might not have caught it. I’m not sure I would have, but a clergy colleague brought it to my attention. When John Legend and Common performed their Oscar-winning song Glory from the movie Selma, something fascinating happened onstage. Common walked across a model of the Edmund Pettus Bridge while Legend sat at his piano. Behind Common was a large, multiracial chorus, singing backup. Towards the end of the performance, as Common and John Legend were standing together singing the final chorus of the song, they are surrounded by the people in the chorus…I’ll let Blogger Aliza Worthington describe the scene, “The chorus was made up of both People of Color and white people,” she writes, “The white people, however, weren’t singing. They simply marched in step, and side by side with the Black people on the stage. The only voices we heard were the voices of POC. White people showed UP. They walked. They stood shoulder-to-shoulder. They marched. And they let the people of color do the talking. They stood silently so Black voices could be heard. What a brilliant piece of staging…”[1]

It seems to me song Glory was written by Black people, for Black people. When I first heard it, I was moved to tears. And I was very aware that it was not a song written for me. As a White person, I’ve already had my fair share of glory in this nation. John Legend sings, “One day, when the Glory comes, it’ll be ours, it’ll be ours.” Whose, exactly? Is it glory for one group? Glory for all? I don’t know the answer (though I would happily sit down with Mr. Legend to talk it over if he had time).

The passage we heard this morning from Genesis seems to me to be about a dream of glory. A promise of glory. Abraham and Sarah, in their old age, were starting to give up hope. They had lived most of their days and were still waiting for God’s glory to shine upon them. And then, in a laughable turn of fate, God comes to Abraham when he was 99 years old and made a covenant with him. It is a covenant rooted in the promise of glory. Through Sarah and Abraham’s children, God’s glory will shine forth to the entire world. Nations will come forth from their offspring and they will produce proud rulers. The entire world will come to know of God’s goodness and grace through the descendents of this elderly couple.

And it will be an everlasting covenant. Through this one encounter with Abraham and Sarah, God seals herself permanently to their family. Just as God promised to never again destroy the world after the flood, God is now promising to accompany the descendents of Abraham and Sarah from generation to generation.

And where, exactly does this proud lineage lead? Well, to Jesus, of course. When the writer of the Gospel of Matthew begins the story of how Christ came to us, he begins with a very long genealogy. Jesus is a descendent of Abraham and Sarah, one of the many who was borne from God’s everlasting covenant with these two unlikely parents. Jesus is portrayed as the culmination of that covenant…he is the one who has come to show us what it means to live more fully into relationship with the one he calls Abba-Father.

As Jesus shows us how to live, we come to see that living into Glory isn’t perhaps what we thought it might be. The promise to Sarah and Abraham seems glorious – fertility, offspring, land dripping with milk and honey, riches. Glory! But when Jesus comes, he speaks of a very different kind of Glory.

"If any want to become my followers,” Jesus says, “Let them deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me. For those who want to save their life will lose it, and those who lose their life for my sake, and for the sake of the gospel, will save it.”

Let them deny themselves. This is a hard teaching. I have an image in my head of those white people standing on stage with Common and John Legend, standing there silent when they could be singing. Are they denying themselves? In a way, yes. They are silenced. But, the looks on their faces….their faces are shining with joy as they take in the scene. I can only imagine the sense of destiny, power, grace, hope they must have felt standing there silently as a part of that massive chorus of Glory.

It makes me wonder: is there a way to deny oneself that leads to…Glory? Maybe Jesus isn’t as off-the-wall as he initially seems. I want to share with you an extended quotation from the Rev. Dr. Karoline Lewis, who is a professor of homiletics at Luther Seminary. She nails this much better than I can:

Jesus’ charge is not a demand to deny your true self. It’s an invitation to imagine that your self needs the other. Desperately. Intimately. Because this is what to be human is all about -- intimacy. Belonging. Relationship. Attention. To what extent we barely know ourselves without all of the above in our lives, without others in our lives acknowledging, regarding who we are. We can’t be ourselves on our own.[2]

Perhaps “denying myself” isn’t as much about negating who I am, but about realizing that I am who I am because of relationship. I do not exist in a vacuum. As Common said in his acceptance speech last week, “God lives in us all.”

Five short words that open up a whole world of possibilities. For if God abides in each of us, then we are all imbued with the Holy. When we focus less on our individuality, our own concerns….when we begin to direct our attention outward, towards the other inhabitants on this planet, well, then, we deny ourselves. But it is through that very denial that we become more attuned to the reality that we are all bound together. We are united through our connection to the Divine.

And this is what the season of Lent is all about. Not denying yourself in order to punish yourself or be miserable – but denying yourself to make space for something else to come into your awareness. Again, Karoline Lewis:

Lent cannot be just about yourself….We don’t do Lent alone. Lent is this radical communal experience in many ways. People willing to wear crosses on their foreheads when buying groceries. People willing to talk about their Lenten disciplines -- out loud, even to strangers.

Why? Because we realize it’s not just about our own selves. Lent is a denial of the self in the best way, the self that refuses community. The self that thinks it can survive on its own. The self that rejects the deep need of humanity — belonging.[3]
I think back to those people singing on the stage at the Oscars. The people of color raising their voices as one, crying out for the dream of Glory. And I think about the shining faces of the white people standing there silently. They may have been silent, but their presence was loud. They were a part of the movement. Belonging. Marching. A part of their spirits bowed to the immense realization that we are all connected – all of us bound together through the everlasting covenant God has made with all of creation – and that we are all on a journey to Glory together.
When we allow ourselves to risk denying self, I think what we discover is that there is so much more goodness to be found through living into the everlasting covenant together. When I am overly focused on me and mine, I miss out on the great gift of connection.
When we get too focused on ourselves or people like us – when we eschew the call to “deny ourselves” – we lose out. But when we remember that all of these struggles are connected, we are able to move forward. In his acceptance speech, Common poetically called attention to the interconnectedness of all who struggle for freedom and justice. He said, “The spirit of this bridge transcends race, gender, religion, sexual orientation, and social status. The spirit of this bridge connects the kid from the South side of Chicago, dreaming of a better life to those in France standing up for their freedom of expression to the people in Hong Kong protesting for democracy. This bridge was built on hope. Welded with compassion. And elevated by love for all human beings.”

And so I leave you today not with answers, but with a few questions. Some of us in this room have layers upon layers of privilege. What does it mean for us to take seriously Christ’s call to deny ourselves, take up the cross, and follow him into a life of sacrificial love? What does it look like to live a life radically oriented towards the covenant we all share together - the reality that all of us are bound together through the Holy that resides in and around us? How do we each find our way into that great chorus…and what role do we play as we sing together with the hope of bringing about God’s glorious reign of justice to this world?