"Christmas Meditation"

Luke 2:1-20

December 24, 2014

First Congregational United Church of Christ – Sermon by Rev. Caela Simmons Wood

“When is the time for love to be born?
The inn is full on the planet earth,
And by a comet the sky is torn–
Yet Love still takes the risk of birth.”

Madeleine L’Engele wrote these words in 1974. Forty years later, things don’t seem much different. The world is still torn by war and hate. It’s been a particularly rough year, it seems to me….story after story of violence – both here and abroad, rampant disease, betrayals by those we have entrusted with authority, and, as always, continued poverty, discrimination, fear.

It’s enough to make you wonder, “How on earth could Christ be born into a mess of a world like this?”

Until we remember, of course, that Christ was born into a mess of a world in the first place.

Mary and Joseph, traveling across the land on a donkey (and I thought my five minute ride to the hospital in car was uncomfortable!). They are headed to Bethlehem, not because they’ve carefully interviewed all the best midwives in the area and selected Bethlehem University Hospital as their top pick. No, they are headed to Bethlehem because they have to be counted.

They have to be counted – given a number, and taxed, and treated like property, and controlled. The Roman Empire wants to make sure every adult and child is accounted for because they are assets to the Empire. Human capital in the Great Pax Romana – which wasn’t, of course, very peaceful at all. At least not if you were someone like Mary or Joseph.

The Pax Romana was the kind of peace that only comes when Empire rules the day. The kind of peace that says, “Sit down. Shut up. Take a number. Get counted. Don’t cause trouble.”

And I’m sure Mary and Joseph had no desire to cause trouble. They probably would have been perfectly happy to have lived out their lives as nobodies, just trying to get by.

But God, of course, had other plans. Plans to bring a baby into the world. Babies are always trouble – at least in a very practical sense, am I right? They make a lot of work for their parents. Changing diapers, feedings around the clock. They shatter life completely – and then require that their parents find a way to put everything back together again….only nothing is quite the same again. Ever.

Jesus was no different, it seems. Born to a young woman who was more than a little surprised to discover she was pregnant. Born in a barn, far from friends and family, it would seem. I always wonder, was there a midwife at the birth? I mean, it would have been so commonplace that perhaps the midwife and her assistant simply weren’t mentioned. Or perhaps there was no midwife. Perhaps it really was just Mary there all alone, perhaps with Joseph looking on, trying to stay calm, completely out of his element and terrified. We just don’t know.

And I always wonder – at what point in time did Mary realize that today was the day for her child to be born? Due dates are just suggestions, you know. I remember when I was pregnant, both times, wise friends and older women who had given birth before told me, “Oh, when the time comes, you’ll know. You’ll just know.”

Does it make me a bad mother to say that both times, until I was well into it, I really just wasn’t sure? Maybe in a bit of denial? Maybe just so scared and in awe of the whole thing that I wasn’t really sure if the time was at hand?

I wonder how Mary felt. A young girl, we would call her a teenager. All alone – no older women to guide her, no mother to mother her. Did she know that that day was the day?

At some point during labor, though, you KNOW. You KNOW. And there is no running from it. I have such a firm memory of giving birth and feeling 100% responsible for everything that was happening and 100% out-of-control.

I felt as if, “Well, it is my job to bring this child into the world safely. And there is nothing – nothing! – that is more important right now than that task.” 100% responsible.

But, at the same time, “I have no idea what is happening right now. I seem to have lost all control of my body and this is all just happening to me.” 100% out-of-control.

We’ve all seen the funny moments on TV or in the movies. The laboring woman is struggling to get to the hospital and someone tells her, “Wait! Just wait! Don’t push yet!” and she either laughs or curses or both because….well, telling a laboring woman to stop her labor is a bit of joke. Babies come when they come. They come on the side of the road or in the elevator or in the stable. There’s no stopping a baby who is ready to make their debut.

And isn’t it the same with the Christ Child? Isn’t the Advent of Christ each year the same? It doesn’t matter if we’re ready or not. It doesn’t matter if the world seems entirely too unsavory for Jesus to arrive as a houseguest on the planet Earth. It doesn’t matter if we’re even paying attention. The Christ Child is born again each December….ready or not, here he comes!

This is one of the reasons the whole “Keep Christ is Christmas” thing annoys me. We could no more ignore or stop the arrival of Christ than a laboring woman could tell her baby, “Hold on a minute, I’m not quite ready for you to be born.” Whether the crib is ready or not, whether the car seat has been installed or not, whether we make it to the hospital or the midwife arrives or not….the baby is coming. Christ is present each and every Christmas and it seems to me that Jesus is not waiting for our permission to be born.

We are, all of us, I think – bearers of the Christ Child each Christmas. I can’t speak for you, but I know that at this time of year I feel 100% responsible and 100% out-of-control as I labor together with the rest creation to bring Jesus to the world once again.

I feel as if I need to pay attention, bring myself fully to the stable in Bethlehem, and make sure I am ready for the Advent of Christ – 100% responsible.

But also – totally aware that Christ is coming regardless of what I say or do. Christ will come even if there is no room in my heart. Christ will come even if I sleep through Christmas. Christ will come even if I cannot bear it. 100% out-of-control.

And when Jesus does come, it’s just like it is with any other baby. Life is never the same. When a baby is born it’s more than just sleepless nights and endless worrying. It’s a complete rearrangement of every tiny thing in the parents’ lives. They are no longer the same people; the world is no longer the same place. Everything is irrevocably altered. And it is no different with Jesus. He is, after all the one come to scatter the proud, bring down the powerful from their thrones. He is the one anointed to bring good news to the poor, to proclaim release to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to let the oppressed go free.

When Jesus is born, everything changes.

And we are given the honor of being present at his birth, laboring alongside Mary to bring Christ into the world once again.

What a gift. Merry Christmas.

"A Voice Cries Out"

“A Voice Cries Out”

Mark 1:1-8 and Isaiah 40:1-11

Sunday, December 7, 2014

First Congregational United Church of Christ – Sermon by Rev. Caela Simmons Wood

We are halfway through our Advent journey together. We have gathered around the Advent Wreath and the candles of Hope and Peace are burning brightly. It seems like a bit of a joke, lighting a candle for Peace today. What does it mean to light a candle for Peace in the middle of this crisis point in American history?

When I pray for peace, I am not praying for some simple, easy, peace that is the absence of conflict. I am praying, as Martin Luther King, Jr. did, for true peace. Peace with justice. We cannot have peace without justice. The two go hand in hand.

What we are being forced to grapple with right now as a society is that we are not a peaceful nation. Not if you define peace as Dr. King does. We can fool ourselves for long periods of time – especially those of us who are White and socioeconomically privileged. We can go for long periods without remembering that racism and has never gone away. It just goes underground for a while, only to resurface. If you’re a person of color, of course, it never goes underground. From what I gather, it is a daily presence in your life. But those of us who are White have the privilege of choosing to forget if we so choose.

The prophet Isaiah’s words feel hollow to me this morning. Don’t get me wrong, I long to be comforted. I have shed many tears in the past few weeks, trying desperately to figure out what I could say to my friends who are Black to ease their pain, make it better, give comfort. But there do not seem to be words that can bring comfort right now. There can be no comfort without justice, either, it seems. When Isaiah spoke to the people all those many centuries ago, he was delivering God’s words of comfort alongside justice. The two go hand in hand.

But who will comfort Esaw Garner, the widow of Eric Garner, who was killed by an NYPD officer’s bare hands, in broad daylight, in a crowd of bystanders, while the whole thing was caught on tape? In a press conference earlier this week, after the grand jury announced it would not indict the officer on any charges, Ms. Garner was asked about accepting the officer’s statement of remorse. She replied, “Hell no. The time for remorse would have been when my husband was trying to breathe. That would have been the time to show some remorse – to show some care for another human being. When he was screaming 11 times that he can’t breathe.”

I cannot imagine words that would bring any comfort to Eric Garner’s wife right now. There is no comfort without justice. There is no peace without justice.

Our scriptures bring to life a long-lineage of justice-bearers, justice-hopers, justice-dreamers, justice-do-ers, justice-screamers. You know them. They are called prophets. They do not bring glad tidings of hollow comfort. They bring the comfort that can only come after true peace is wrought through groaning, laboring; through back breaking work.

No one likes the prophets. They usually get killed, in fact. The good ones do, at least.

Prophecy isn’t about getting out a tarot card or looking into a crystal glass for the future. Prophecy is about looking around the here and now and naming what others are too scared to see. I think Karoline Lewis had it about right this week when she said, “[Prophets] are analyzers of the ‘now’ for the sake of moving toward a different future.”[1]

And the Gospel of Mark, the earliest gospel to be written, begins with a prophet. “The beginning of the good news of Jesus Christ, the Son of God. As it is written in the prophet Isaiah, ‘See, I am sending my messenger ahead of you, who will prepare your way; the voice of one crying out in the wilderness: 'Prepare the way of the Lord, make his paths straight,’ John the baptizer appeared in the wilderness, proclaiming a baptism of repentance for the forgiveness of sins.”

John comes, not with words of comfort, but shouting, “Repent! For the Kingdom of Heaven has come near!” This, it seems, is not how you make friends. This is not how you win elections or become the most Tweeted celebrity. It is the way of a prophet. To see sin. To name it. And to call people to repentance.

I can hear John shouting at us – the United States of America – from across the centuries. “Repent! The Reign of God is at hand!” For this moment is about so much more than Michael Brown, Eric Garner, Tamir Rice, Darnesha Harris, Rekia Boyd, Trayvon Martin, Amadou Diallo, Rodney King. This moment is about our entire history as a nation – founded upon oppression. Until we repent, there can be no justice. Until we repent, there can be no peace. Until we repent, there can be no comfort.

Now let me be clear, when I say racism, I am not just talking about individual one-on-one acts of racial aggression. Thought we do, indeed, still have a problem with that kind of racism, too. Do you realize that earlier this week, after K-State students organized a peaceful demonstration in the Union that social media at K-State erupted with anonymousracial slurs? We are thankful for the administration’s swift response, which made it clear this kind of behavior would not be tolerated. So it turns out that name-calling racism isn’t just one state over in Missouri where peaceful marchers walking from Ferguson to Jeff City were greeted in Rosebud, MO with hateful speech from white residents. It’s there. It’s here. It’s everywhere.

Those of us who seek to treat people of every race with respect and dignity are being called upon to do more. For racism is not just a person-to-person sin. It is an institutional sin. Folks who do anti-racism educational work talk about the iceberg of racism….the person-to-person stuff is on top, but the more dangerous stuff is lurking there below the surface and it is the institutional, systemic racism that poisons our nation.

What does it look like to repent from that kind of sin? Repentance is not just about saying, “Sorry,” though it seems to me that saying sorry would be a good start. The Greek word for repentance literally means something like, “To change one’s being.” It’s a total and complete life change. A 180. What would that look like for our nation? To have our entire being changed?

Sounds a little scary, right? But also a little exciting? It sounds like being born again. Which I do believe is what John and Jesus came preaching, if I remember correctly. That we could all repent and be born again. That we could be made new. It won’t be an easy or painless process. It won’t be comfortable.

As I was studying the texts for the week, I found something fascinating. The Hebrew word for comfort – the one used in Isaiah 40 – is nachum and it is also translated as “repent” is other places in the Hebrew Bible. Some how, some way, repentance and comfort are all tied up together. It seems to me that we can keep our eyes on the prize, hold on, and grope our way through the chaos of the present moment to repentance together….if we can do that we will be on a journey to justice, a journey to peace, a journey to comfort. It will not happen overnight. We are playing the long game here. And it will require every ounce of strength we have.

But we do not go alone. I love that the Gospel of Mark begins like this, “The beginning of the good news of Jesus Christ.” The entirety of the Good News is not contained in Mark’s gospel. Mark’s gospel – Jesus’s life and death – that’s just the beginning.

The entirety of the Good News of Jesus Christ is still being born anew each and every day. It is  a story that is still being written in 2014. There are still voices crying out in the wilderness. And the call to repentance is as good of news now as it ever was. The Gospel is still being shouted loudly by prophets in our day. And we have the honor, the duty, the gift of having ears to hear. Will we listen? Can we be born anew?

***** I invite you to visit the Black Flag Theology blog. One of brother timothie’s poems, a reimagining of Isaiah 40 for our day, served as our benediction for worship after this sermon was delivered. ****

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[1] http://www.workingpreacher.org/craft.aspx?post=3446 

"New Year in November"

“New Year in November”

Matthew 25:31-46

Sunday, November 23, 2014

First Congregational United Church of Christ – Sermon by Rev. Caela Simmons Wood

When was the last time you were surprised? Truly, deeply surprised? When was the last time your world was turned upside down, or you were caught off guard and felt your heart quicken? This may have been a really nice surprise: a friend got you an unexpected gift, your boss offered you rare words of encouragement, your child brought you a fistful of daisies. Or it may have been that other kind of surprise….you know, the really terrible kind: a car accident, a phone call in the middle of the night, a job loss, bad behavior from a dear friend or family member.

Earlier this week I was pondering what it feels like to be surprised and I suddenly remembered a few videos I had seen online of young children receiving cochlear implants and being able to hear for the first time. Maybe some of you have seen these videos, too. Babies and toddlers and young children hearing their parents’ voices for the first time. The looks on their faces? Sheer surprise in its purest form. They had absolutely no idea what was about to happen and their faces are often a mixture of disbelief, shock, joy, and amazement. One of my favorites was of a little girl, maybe 4 or 5 years old, who just laughed and laughed because she could hear her own voice for the first time ever. Her dad says, off-camera, “You couldn’t hear yourself before?” “No!” she gleefully exclaims with delight and just giggles with joy.

Surprise is a powerful force. It can be exhilarating or terrifying….usually it’s a mix of both, I suppose. Physiologically, a surprise seems to register the same way for me whether it’s good or bad. Whether it’s a surprise birthday party or a near-miss in my vehicle, a surprise means I catch my breath, my heart starts to race, my stomach starts to church, and I feel a little shaky. It’s a full-body experience.

Jesus knew the power of surprises in storytelling. That gotcha moment when things don’t go the way you thought they were going?  That’s compelling. That’s what you talk about after the show, right?

We have been working our way through a series of parables in Matthew’s gospels for the past few weeks and they all have something in common. Two things, in fact. First, they are all interpreted as being about the End Times. Second, they all contain surprises. The guy who wasn’t dressed correctly for the wedding feast is bound and punished – that wasn’t what we were expecting from a merciful God, right? The poor bridesmaids who didn’t bring enough oil are kicked out of the wedding party – it seems unfair. It’s not the way we thought the story would go. The servants who are entrusted with their master’s wealth and the one who protects the single talent by burying it is cursed while the ones who took a risk and invested the money are glorified? Not what I was expecting. I didn’t see it coming.[1]

I’ve heard many-a moralizing sermon about today’s passage from Matthew. We social justice, do-gooder types seem to love to alternately toot our own horns or beat ourselves up because we’re not doing enough good. We love to preach works righteousness and aren’t usually too heavy on the grace. We’re always working harder (or at least talking about working harder) to fix the problems around us. And I’m not saying that’s a bad thing. I do think we need to work hard.

So for many Christians focused on social justice, this passage has become a favorite. After all, it’s not too heavy on grace, amiright? This illustrates why it’s so important to resist the temptation to be a needlepoint Christian. It’s not helpful to pick one verse or one passage and embroider it all over our lives as if no other passage matters. Doesn’t matter if it’s John 3:16 or Micah 6:8 or Jeremiah 29:11….no one story is enough to encompass the entire story of who God is or what God is doing in the world.

If I were going to pick a theme passage for my life and hold it up at a football game or bumper sticker it on the back of my car, I don’t think it would be this one: “’Truly I tell you, just as you did not do it to the least of these, you did not do it to me.’ And these will go away into eternal punishment, but the righteous into eternal life.” Just doesn’t quite have the spirit I’d like for a needlepoint pillow on my sofa, you know?

These passages in Matthew wear me down. They make me feel a little like I can’t get anything right. A little, “What’s the use in trying if I’m just going to miss the point and get stuck in the outer darkness weeping and gnashing my teeth?” You know?

But then I remember…..these stories all have something in common: a surprise twist. Everyone in this parable is surprised. The goats have no idea they are goats. They didn’t know they were neglecting Christ when they failed to go down to the local jail, or didn’t call their senator about the Farm Bill, or forgot to drop off the clothes at Goodwill, or ignored the issues surrounding water safety and access all over the glove. They had no idea they were messing up. This is perhaps not too surprising.

But you know what is surprising to me? The sheep also had no idea. They didn’t know they were sheep at all. They didn’t know they were seeing Christ face-to-face at the Breadbasket, or in the hospital bed, or in the long committee meetings for community organizing. They had no idea they were getting it right.

Now that is surprising to me. And the part that really gets me? It’s this: I think perhaps one of the points of this story is that none of us really know whether we’re sheep or goats. We mess it up? We don’t notice. We get it right? We don’t notice. We probably think we’re getting it right when we’re really messing it up and vice versa. We don’t know. But you know who does know? Christ. Christ knows.

I don’t know if that makes you feel good or bad. It makes me feel a little of both at the same time. It makes me feel, in my body, the same way I feel when I am surprised: my breath gets a little short, my palms get a little sweaty, my heart thumps around in my chest a bit.

This particular Sunday is Reign of Christ Sunday. You may also know it as Christ the King Sunday. As such, it seems like a pretty good time to ponder what it might mean to claim Christ as our Ruler.

A few weeks ago, I found myself in the middle of an intense debate among some colleagues about whether the language of Christ as “Ruler” matters to us and to the people in UCC churches. I don’t know how often you think about Jesus Christ as your Ruler, if you do at all. For me, the language is still relevant. I think a few years ago I would have told you it didn’t ring true for me at all, but these days I find myself trying to live more fully into that claim about Christ.

I typically use the language of Ruler instead of Lord because I don’t think of Christ as a male and a Lord is a male ruler. Now, Jesus? Yes, it seems to me that Jesus was a male. But Christ is not the same as Jesus. Christ is the eternal force who existed before Jesus of Nazareth was born and continued on after Jesus’s body was crucified. Christ is the force that cannot be extinguished and that force does not have a body or gender for me. James Cone speaks of Christ as a “liberating event” and I love this image of Christ as an event.

So what does it mean to claim Christ as Ruler? Well, for me it means that my ultimate allegiance rests with God and my ultimate work in this world is to do all within my power to bring about God’s Reign on Earth. It means something decidedly counter-cultural.

There are so many entities in this world that compete to become our Ruler. To Christ is our Ruler is to say that the Black Friday sales at Walmart and the Thanksgiving sales at Target are not our Ruler. If Christ is our Ruler then our President is not our Ruler. If Christ is our Ruler then the stock market is not our Ruler. If Christ is my Ruler then my grades, my weight, my promotion at work, my publications, my bank account balance…none of these things are my Ruler.

What about you? If Christ is your Ruler, who or what else is not your Ruler?  (time for responses)

We are already moving a bit into a space for reflection and you may have noticed you have two post it notes stuck to your bulletin. Which brings me to the title of the sermon: New Year’s in November.

Did you know it’s actually New Year’s Eve right now? The church year ends today. Next week it will be Advent, which is the beginning of the church year. So I thought that today we might make time for some New Year’s Resolutions. Not the ones about the number on the scale, or the cleanliness of your house, or spending less time on Facebook.[2]

Those two post it notes are for you during this time of reflection. One is meant to be about your own life: In the coming year, how can you live your life in such a way that the Reign of Christ is ever more present in the world around you? What concrete change can you make? No one will see what you write on that piece of paper unless you want them to see it.

The second note is about our life together: In the coming year, how can we as a community of faith live in such a way that the Reign of Christ becomes more of a reality? What can we do together?

During the reflection time and the offertory, I hope you’ll take a moment to write on each note. The individual one is yours to take home and stick somewhere where you’ll see it each day. The second one, the one about our life together, I hope you’ll be willing to share it with the rest of us. As you leave the Sanctuary today, I invite you to stick your post it to one of the doors as you exit the Sanctuary. You can put your name on them if you want people to know it’s from you. That might be a great idea because then you could connect with others who share your interests and passions.

Let us listen for the voice of our Still-Surprising God during this time of reflection.

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[1] Thank you to Greg Carey for enumerating theses surprises in Matthew’s gospel

[2] I am indebted to Karoline Lewis of workingpreacher.org for this idea about making Reign of Christ-centered New Year’s Resolutions.

"Waiting With Christ"

Matthew 25:1-13

Sunday, November 9, 2014

First Congregational United Church of Christ – Sermon by Rev. Caela Simmons Wood

There’s been a lot of name calling happening lately. We don’t have a TV, so I’ve been spared the nasty ads leading up to the election, but I have heard from lots of you that they’ve just been terrible. My assessment is that 99% of the adults in this room voted in the election this past week and I know things did not turn out as many of you had hoped. This is, of course, the case in any election. There are always winners and losers….and there are always some who are elated by the results and others who are crushed. It’s never fun to be on the side of the losers.

We seem to be in a particular moment in time where the divide between people who fall on different parts of our political spectrum is massive. We seem to have an incredibly difficult time even understanding how “those people” could vote for “that other candidate.” After the election results were posted this week, I had at least one Facebook friend who said, “If you voted for Brownback, just go ahead and remove yourself from my friends. I don’t want to know you any more.” And I had another friend who said, “If you voted from Brownback, please, can you just tell me why? I want to understand. I promise not to argue with you.” A lot of people replied…but my friend wasn’t able to find one person who voted for the Governor. Interesting, right? We are so neatly divided that sometimes we can’t even find someone to talk to about our differences.

This week, our Scriptures speak to us of wisdom and foolishness. Seems pretty timely, given the amount of head shaking I’ve seen this past week. “I just don’t get it. How could anybody be that stupid to vote for so-and-so?”

The problem, though, is that I’m not so sure I agree with the author of Matthew about who is foolish and who is wise. This is a bizarre little passage, to be sure, and we’ve got to wade through a lot of strangeness to grapple with it.

For starters, there are some very real historical obstacles. The folks back in Jesus’s day didn’t do weddings quite the same way we did. From what I have gathered, it typically went something like this. The Groom and his family would get together at the Groom’s family’s house. They Bride and her friends and family would get together at her house. Hence, the bridesmaids in our story. They are the friends of the Bride waiting with her. When the Groom came over, he and the Bride would consummate the marriage while the friends and family waited outside. Hey, I said it was kind of different from how we do things now. After the couple finished, they would have a big party. The party might last for days. No one wanted to miss the party.

So….here we have ten of the Bride’s friends, waiting for Groom to show up and get the party started. They all show up to wait. They all bring their lamps, just in case they have to wait into the evening hours. But the wait is long. They fall asleep. And the Groom doesn’t show up until after midnight. They jump up and get themselves ready, but half of the Bridesmaids – the “foolish” ones – find they are out of oil for their lamps. So they ask the “wise” ones to share. But the wise Bridesmaids say no and the foolish ones are out of luck.

Who is really foolish and who is really wise? Wouldn’t it have been reasonable to expect the Groom to show up before midnight? Wouldn’t it have been reasonable to expect those who had plenty to share a little with those who didn’t have enough? And, perhaps most troubling of all, wouldn’t it have been reasonable to expect the Groom to be gracious….to let the foolish Bridesmaids into the party even though they were late?

Well, these folks apparently don’t live in a reasonable world. And we who live in Kansas can certainly appreciate that, right? We don’t live in a reasonable world, either.

We live in a world that expects those who start out with nothing to fend for themselves and claw their way to self-sufficiency. We live in a world that rarely asks those who have more than enough to share what they have. After all, why should I share when I was smart enough to pack extra? It’s not my fault that those stupid people didn’t think ahead.

We live in a world where two adult earners making minimum wage stand no chance of paying their bills each month. We live in a world that is more concerned about the right to bear arms than our children’s right to safety in their schools and homes. We live in a world with very few safety nets. A world where a job loss, car breakdown, or bad diagnosis is often all that stands between the haves and the have nots. A world where we spend more money on prisons than schools. A world that sends our young women and men into the hell of warfare and then fails to support them when they come back home.

I could go on. But perhaps I’ll stop.

After all, you don’t need me to tell you that we live in a world that seems fairly unreasonable much of the time. Suffice to say that I feel a little cranky about us putting all the blame on the five foolish Bridesmaids. Maybe I’m defensive because I would have likely been one of them. I don’t know. Maybe I’m cranky because I really would have expected the wise women to share.

More than anything, though, I think this parable really gets under my skin because of Jesus. What the heck are you doing here, friend? Really? Just because the five women are a few minutes late you’re going to shut them out completely? That doesn’t sound like you to me. Not one bit. I would have expected better from you, Jesus. Tell me this isn’t really what the kingdom of God looks like. A commenter on a blog post about this passage said something like, “I know Jesus and I know he would be sticking his foot in that door to hold it open for me just a bit.” I agree. The Jesus I know doesn’t shut people out because they are late or under-prepared.

It’s interesting, of course, that this parable falls right in the middle of several Matthean parables about the End Times. That is another thing that makes it hard for us to understand.

I’m going to hazard a guess that most of us in the room right now don’t wake up and wondering if Jesus is coming back in the clouds today, or next week, or even next year. But the people Matthew was writing for? They did think about that. Many of the people who wrote and heard the Scriptures from the Second Testament absolutely lived in anticipation of Christ coming again during their lifetimes. And so, we can kind of understand the urgency, right? Be prepared. Be alert. I want to be ready….I want to be ready….

It makes me think, though, about the places we do seek Jesus. How often do I remember to take the time to see Christ in my neighbor? How often do I open my heart and set aside my prejudices and truly allow myself to encounter Christ in an unexpected person or place? Not as often as I’d like. I’m pretty foolish when it comes to seeking Christ, actually, which is why I am so dependent on Christ’s community – the Church. I need to be reminded – regularly – that Christ is here and now. Christ isn’t likely to come back in a flash of light, I don’t think. But Christ is present wherever we foolish humans work to bring God’s Reign of Justice and Lovingkindness to our Earth. Christ is present in those places where the world is flipped upside-down – where the last are first and the least are most. Christ is present in all of those places where the people with power get together and protectively, selfishly say there isn’t enough to go around….Christ is right there saying, “Wake up, friends. There is enough. Take a risk. Do unto the least of these as you would do unto me, remember?”

Even though this passage is pretty out-dated and hard to access….even though I find this version of Jesus to be incredibly off-putting….even though I’m not certain I agree that the wise were wise and the foolish were foolish….I just can’t leave this passage alone. I keep turning it over and over in my mind, hoping there is a Word here for the Church today.

Despite the millennia between the passage and us, there does seem to be at least one theme in this passage that translates easily to humans throughout the ages: waiting. We all know about waiting. It doesn’t matter if you’re 2 months old or 102 years old. You know about waiting. A tiny baby waits to be nursed or waits for kind and loving hands to gently pick her up when she feels alone and discombobulated. A young child waits for a new toy to arrive in the mail or for summer camp to begin. A teenager waits for a text or a glance from a love interest. College students wait anxiously for those grades to be posted at the end of the semester or to see if the envelope from the grad school of their choice is thick or thin. As we become adults, we are still no stranger to waiting….we wait for our paychecks at the end of the month, we wait for our kids to come home at midnight, we wait for a phone call from the doctor, we wait for our elderly parent who lives alone to answer the phone on the fourth ring, we wait for our tax returns, retirement, that glorious vacation we’ve always dreamed of….the next election.

We all know about waiting. It’s a life skill that is good to have.

And we all know about needing Christ in the midst of that waiting. Waiting, whether it’s for something good or uncertain, provokes anxiety. It’s hard to wait. It’s easier if we remember we are not alone.

And I think that’s where I come back to the incarnational reality of Christ in our midst. Jesus Christ is not some far-off spirit in a cloud somewhere. Jesus did not die and go away forever, nor do I believe he is stuck in Heaven, completely inaccessible to us in the here at now. Jesus is here with us. Waiting. Like any good friend, Christ waits with us….for the good stuff and the uncertain stuff. One of my favorite contemporary thinkers, the Rev. Dr. David Lose, hit it on the head this week when he reminded us that in the book of Matthew this passage falls during Jesus’s own “in-between time.” It falls during his own time of waiting…during that time after his triumphal entry into Jerusalem and his crucifixion. Jesus knows what it’s like to wait.

This is good news. We are not alone! Thanks be to God.

And with this good news comes a responsibility, too, I think. The responsibility to remember that we are, all of us, called to be the very body of Christ in this hurting, uncertain, unreasonable, waiting world. This is difficult work and it’s incredibly challenging to sustain…especially when you feel like you’ve been spending hours and hours of your precious time and energy working for justice, only to discover that there’s no quick fix or that the system is so messed up it all seems completely hopeless. Doing the work of Christ in our world is not easy and it certainly resembles a marathon more than a sprint. I have this vision of us all lugging around giant fuel-tanker-sized containers for our oil. The night may be awfully long and we may be waiting a very long time.

Our work, I think, is to wait with each other. And to try and do a better job than the ten Bridesmaids in this story.

Can we make a deal? Can we try to be a little more kind and generous than the supposedly-wise Bridesmaids in this story? For better or for worse, it is our work to wait with each other….no matter how wise or foolish the other people seem. Our task is to show up.

In the words of Dr. Lose, “We are those who sit vigil for each other at times of pain, loss, or bereavement. We are those who celebrate achievements and console after disappointment. We are those who give hope when hope is scarce, comfort when it is needed, and courage when we are afraid. We are, in short, those who help each other to wait, prepare, and keep the faith. In all these ways, we encourage each other with the promises of Christ. That’s what it means to be Christ’s followers, then and now. And that’s why we come together each Sunday, to hear and share the hope-creating promises of our Lord.”

Thanks be to God for those who wait with us – foolish and wise. It’s just good to know we’re not alone while we wait.

"#blessed"

Genesis 12: 1-9

Sunday, November 2, 2014

First Congregational United Church of Christ – Sermon by Rev. Caela Simmons Wood

Back in May there was an article in the New York Times that caught my eye.[1] It was all about the use of #blessed by celebrities and everyday people on social media. In case you don’t get the whole hashtag thing, basically it’s a way of earmarking something that you post on Twitter. When you put #blessed there, it means that anyone searching for #blessed will find your post.

So people will often post things like, “So excited to start a new job on Monday! #blessed” or “Welcomed our baby girl to the world at 8:43am #blessed.” The article in the New York Times discussed how #blessed has become a bit of a joke because of it’s overuse. Some people see it as the ultimate humble-brag. You can brag about something, but appear to be humble because it’s not really about you, it’s about God and what God is doing in your life.

The problem, of course, is that this just leads to rampant bragging about everything imaginable. Celebrities are #blessed because they won an award or scored the big touchdown. Comedian Erin Jackson says, “Now it’s just like ‘Strawberries are half-price at Trader Joe’s. I’m so blessed!’”

In a world where blessed has become slang for “I’m having a good day!” what are we to make of today’s passages from Genesis and Matthew, both of which are deeply rooted in the language of blessing?

Our story, as people of faith, begins and ends in blessing. The first chapters of Genesis are full of abundance. It’s as if this magnificent, generous creator-God is just overflowing with blessings that spill out onto the blank palate of the Earth. Trouble follows, of course, as it always does. We are whisked through the stories of Cain and Abel, Noah and the Great Flood, and the Tower of Babel.

And then we come to Abraham. The story of the father of our faith begins with a commandment and a promise. “Go from you country and your kindred and your father’s house to the land that I will show you. I will make of you a great nation, and I will bless you, and I will make your name great, so that you will be a blessing.”

This commandment is wild. Leave behind everything you have – all of the things that really matter to you….to go to a place that…well….I’ll show it to you eventually, don’t worry.

But the pay off for this gamble is also huge. You will be blessed. Your name will be great. And lest we think that the whole deal here is that Abraham is being blessed just to sit around and count his riches and good fortune, God is very specific about the purpose of these blessings. Abraham is being blessed so that he can bless others.

God is big on blessing. Our first stories about God in the Bible, those creation stories, are filled with blessing language. After God creates, God blesses and gives the command, “be fruitful and multiply.” Blessing is about having enough, being enough….more than enough. Blessing is about relationship and future-hope and abundance.

God’s goal seems to be to bless the whole world. God blesses Abraham and Sarah so they can bless others. We humans, of course, tend to try to limit God’s extravagant generosity because we worry that there might not be enough for all of us. “Reign it in God! There might not be enough to go around! Maybe there some people who don’t deserve quite so much!” But then Jesus shows up and gosh-darn-it if he isn’t full of blessings, too.

“Blessed are the poor in spirit (or, in Luke, the poor), for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth…”and on and on. Blessed…blessed…blessed…

All jokes about social media and half-priced strawberries aside, I truly do believe that one of the most powerful things we can do as human beings is count our blessings. Not so that we can feel better than everyone else. Not so that we can rest on our laurels and stop working hard. But because it is in remembering our blessings that we, along with Abraham and Sarah and all the saints who have gone before us, remember that there’s a second part that comes after being blessed….we are blessed to bless others.

I don’t know about you, but when I’m exhausted, down in the dumps, frustrated, angry, and feeling decidedly un-blessed…..well, those aren’t times when I necessarily feel like I can bless others. And that’s okay. I’m not saying we can’t ever feel that way. But, after a while, I get tired of being miserable and I want to find a way to crawl out of the hole that I either fell in, was pushed in, or dug for myself. I want a way out.

And that’s when I notice that even in the deepest, darkest of pits, I am not alone. God is with me. And God is still offering blessings. God may not be able to control everything and make sure nothing bad happens, but God can sit with me and point my eyes to the top of that pit where I can see a little speck of light. And God can coach me, cheer me on, help me remember to be aware of the blessings I do have in my life. God will give me shoulders to stand on while I climb out.

God is like this awesome, life-sustaining, supernova of blessing – just overflowing goodness and holiness and blessing and super-abundant hope into our world. Sometimes it’s easy to see it and grab onto it. Other times? Well, we have to work a little harder.

Wherever you are – whether your down in a pit or flying high on a mountain top – Christ is with you and the Spirit’s super-nova-esque blessings are overflowing. Our job – no, our privilege, really – is to grab on to those blessings, count them as our own….and then extend ourselves in blessings to the world. Because once you start filling up with blessings, a funny thing starts to happen. You, too, start to overflow – just like that never-ending super-nova of blessing that comes from our Source. And you bless the world and then it just keeps going and going and going like a chain reaction. Blessing upon blessing. Hope upon hope.

Now, there is a catch. At least in my own life, I have discovered that this blessing chain reaction has an enemy. I’ve hinted at it already. You can probably guess what it is. Fear. Fear of scarcity. What if I give away too much? What if there’s not enough to go around?

This is a normal, natural human fear. Of course it is. That’s why our Bible both begins and ends with what Walter Brueggemann calls “the liturgy of abundance.” From the fruitful world created in Genesis right on through to the New Heaven and New Earth unveiled in the last chapters of Revelation, the Bible is overflowing with stories that are meant to help us defeat this fear of scarcity.

In my own life, giving away my hard-earned money has been one of the most powerful tools I’ve found for combating this fear of scarcity. I can’t quite explain it, but there is something about giving away my money that makes me feel rich. Makes me feel blessed. Makes me feel at peace and not so worried about making ends meet.

David and I have had a practice of giving away 10% of our income since we were married, back in our college days. Back then, 10% felt monumental, even though it was a tiny sum. But, every month, we would write two checks. One to the church and one to a community organization. Being able to write those checks to the church I loved and those nonprofits that I knew were providing critical support for people with very real needs? I felt like a million dollars. I felt like an heir to some great fortune and, I guess, in a way I am.

We all are. No matter how much or how little we have, we are all able to do something to help those around us. We all have the ability to combat the great lie of scarcity, to say no to fear and yes to abundance and blessing.

We are all children of blessing. We are all heirs to the promise given to Sarah and Abraham. We are all blessed and we are all created in the image of that great super-nova of blessing…commanded to be a blessing to others. What a task. What a responsibility. What a joyful privilege to be called to live in this way.

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[1] http://www.nytimes.com/2014/05/04/fashion/blessed-becomes-popular-word-hashtag-social-media.html?_r=0