Sunday, April 15, 2007

Eyes on the Prize, Thomas


Readings:
Acts 5:27-32
Revelation 1:4-8
John 20-19-31


This week I’m “on the road” and the blog follows. You get two sermons for the price of one … your Mt Zion weekly and one I heard at Dr. Martin Luther Church … given very movingly by Pastor Erik Gronberg.

If you love baseball, grew up in New York or think it’s a great and needed message to task each other OUT of the doldrums of the unimaginative, this was a sermon that rang out. I was fortunate to be a bit of all three.

I was summarily trapped by this very wise preacher, trapped into the complacency that is easily adopted when one hears a beginning so parlayed in sermons on Thomas, The Doubter. That opening was that “we can all relate to Thomas, can’t we? We connect with Thomas, don’t we? I get it.”

We too often want proof. I get it.

He struggles with true belief without the “show me”. I get it.

I was getting comfortable in my pew. “Yes, I said to myself, I can relate, sinner and doubter that I am”. Those sins … of disbelief, of the human need for verification and authentication are ones made so easily and comfortably from a Sunday morning pew. But, as my rump struggled for an even more comfortable position, I was thwarted. The very next sentence edged me ever more vertical, eroding my comfort level in a way not too different than that a student caught sleeping in class – enough to notice, anyway. It was a quote from the venerable Peter Gomes, holder of the Plummer Professor Chair of Christian Morals and Pusey Minister of The Memorial Church, Harvard University.

Gomes was included in the summer 1999 premiere issue of Talk magazine as part of its feature article, "The Best Talkers in America: Fifty Big Mouths We Hope Will Never Shut Up."

I have heard this man preach on three other occasions and it is sagely advice that when he speaks – or is even quoted, - that one is best prepared by sitting up and getting ready for a lesson, often one that will catapult you beyond your comfort zone. Pastor Gronberg continued with quoting Gomes:


“I don’t like Thomas! He’s the patron saint of the unimaginative!”

Ouch!!! And I had just comfortably lulled myself into my “I can relate to Thomas Jacuzzi of the sinful”. I was led by a very talented preacher, and only 20 minutes later would I understand a little better why and why it was so good for me and everyone in that Church. Pastor Gronberg continued to weave the meaning in the message.

Thomas is a follower but not a believer!

He was a good disciple in many ways, but he would forever be tagged for his doubt, with it somehow overshadowing all else. He was the Bill Buckner of the disciples, a player with otherwise Hall of Fame statistics who will only be remembered for a dribbler between the legs delivered by Mookie Wilson on a cold October evening in 1986 in Flushing NY. Not far at all from that very first base, in 1947 stood another man, Jackie Robinson, who did something for which he, too, would be remembered. He broke the color barrier in major league baseball. Today, April 15, 2007, he is being remembered and honored for that in every ballpark in America – for what was really a Christ-like and non-Thomas outlook on life.

As Pastor Gronberg points out, it’s often our good fortune to see a vision, get a glimpse of what’s possible – a taste, a whiff of true possibility. But then on Monday morning, it is just as likely we will crawl back into the “same old, same old”, “been there, done that” frame of mind. It reminded me that Pastor Johnson has often suggested that Jesus would have had little patience with a “been there, done that” attitude. Pastor Gronberg quoted another great spirit, Winston Churchill who admonished us all to

“Never, never give up!”

HE, and Jackie Robinson, Susan B. Anthony, Mother Theresa, ALL

KEPT THEIR EYES ON THE PRIZE!!

And often, in spite of being derided. Pastor Gronberg touchingly portrayed part of the legacy of Alfred Emmanuel Smith, an orphan, who said he learned about people, what they needed in their lives, by working at the fish market … among the people. From that fish market, he grew to become a four-time governor of the State of New York and construction company chair for the building of the Empire State Building. He was ousted from office as governor in 1920, but ran again in 1922, being elected then for 3 successive terms. He helped raise the Empire State Building over the Manhattan skyline, only to be derided after the stock market crash of 1929.




He continually found himself in circumstances where his price for keeping his eyes on a venerable prize were mockery BUT he always got back up on his feet and continued on – no time to be unimaginative for this man. Remember Pastor Riggle’s sermon on a cold February morning not too long ago:

“The problem’s not in falling down to the ground. The only problem is staying on the ground.”


Like Mother Theresa and Jackie Robinson, they realized that getting back up, tracking the prize, NOT “coming back down to Monday morning” took the hard work of continued awareness.


Keeping your eye on the prize is hard work!

They knew the primordial rule of the pool lifeguard – NEVER take your eye off the victim. It is hard work to concentrate on a vision and make it your goal, to NOT lose sight of it, for even a short time. To catch a vision and keep it! They also knew that keeping that vision forefront enough to not lose sight of it involved substantial risk, sometimes at the expense of looking foolish, sometimes even to the extent of life itself. These disciples who worked hard at “non-Thomas-like behavior” knew that looking foolish was often part of the price for keeping their eyes on the prize.

Charles Schultz shortly before his death gave an interview in which he said
“If I had it to do over, I’d worry less about looking foolish.”

Good advice. I’m guessing he’s met with Mother Theresa, and Susan and Jackie and Al in the great beyond – where all their risk was for The Prize and their reward is great.

Pastor Gronberg reminds us of this most important life lesson:

The imagination allows us to believe – despite the risk. We have to be willing to risk, to look foolish, to lose, to fail because God will find a way … to reap harvest from that good work. One of Albert Einstein’s most quoted quotes reminds us

“Imagination is more important than knowledge.


Great spirits have often encountered opposition from mediocre
minds.”


Jesus was known for being willing to look foolish, He surrounded himself with former tax collectors, fishermen, prostitutes, improper women, sinners – all to do the work of The Father - that most honorable Prize onto which he ALWAYS had his eyes fixed solidly. Jesus, Charles and the Peanuts gang, Jackie, Susan, Mother Theresa, Al Smith all kept their eyes on the prize not only for them, but as a legacy for all who would follow. They trudged on in spite of opposition, derision, and mockery.

It’s hard work, but it takes imagination. Who’d know that this legacy would be left by an orphan who hung out at the fish market. I bet Jesus knew.

When the Twin Towers fell, Pastor Gronberg finally reminded us, the tallest building left standing when the cloud and the smoke cleared was the Empire State Building. The legacy of the man willing to look foolish enough to make it happen, whom 7th graders still read about in history class for keeping his eyes on the promise and not behaving like Thomas.

In yesterday’s New York Times, there was an advertisement taken by the Jackie Robinson Foundation. It simply read:

“He was a soldier, a writer, an activist, a politician, a voice, a leader, a father, a husband, and a friend.

Being a Hall of Fame second baseman was the easy part.”



Keeping his eyes on the prize was the hard part. In the op-ed column of the same paper appeared a moving story of Jackie Robinson who recalled, in the end:

“Whenever I hear my wife read fairy tales to my little boy, I’ll listen …… I know now that dreams DO come true.”



And they may have only ever come true for this reason … because he was willing to use his imagination, willing to believe, willing to get back up, willing to do the hard work, and keep his eyes on the prize!



Sunday, April 8, 2007

There's No Jesus???




Easter Sunday





Readings:
Acts 10:34-43
1 Corinthians 15:19-26
Luke 24:1- 12





This may have been one of the BEST Easter sermons I have ever heard preached ……





Pastor Mohn starts with two images: first her husband, Erik, reminding her of the possibly slippery slope that is preaching on the Luke Easter story in which “There is no Jesus”; second, a good friend of Pastor Mohn’s is going to run a marathon, but not Grandma’s marathon because at the 20 mile mark, you actually see the finish line with all it’s release and fanfare with yet 6 miles to go, needless to say the hardest 6 wherein many marathoners have claimed to enter almost a trance-like state of either pain-denial and/or utter depletion of resources. To see the finish line before the end of the pain of the race, that image will be forever lasting.

So, first, there is no Jesus? In the Luke story, no. Perhaps, as Pastor Mohn, delicately points out …


If we’re looking for Jesus, perhaps we have to look in a different place …

Then there’s that finish line, oh sooo long before the end. You can see the finish line, the taste, the smell of it, but not the touch, not yet. It’s still a 10K away …. A long haul after having already completed more than 30K and suffering system shutdown on some fronts. The road less traveled is one on which you go so far, and yet there is still so far to go. It’s a bait and switch, topsy-turvy. The road less traveled means you have a calling form God to serve your neighbor – to treat everyone you meet as a child of God.

Today ….. today, you get a glimpse of the finish line. A flash. A moment.

I imagine a movie character in a flashback. Soundbites cut short. A taste. A glance. A vision all too short.

But, in the end, when the picture stops spinning and comes into focus again, you’re back off the mountaintop and it’s Monday morning, again. You still have our problems, our conflicts, our confusion … and the joy we experience may not last through Easter dinner. It’s the anti-climax that accompanies any epiphany. We don’t get to hold onto it as we experienced it “in the moment”.

Doesn’t it feel as if we’ve come so far along that road less traveled only to say “Where’s Jesus?” Easter can be anti-climactic that way. What comes next but the road to Emmaus. Even the disciples did not see Jesus right beside them, until He breaks bread with them. And then, like that, poof ….. He’s gone!

But is he?

There’s a great line in the movie The Usual Suspects where Kevin Spacey, playing the infamous Kasier Soze, says “The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist …. Then, like that … Poof! … he’s gone.” Maybe the greatest trick Jesus ever pulled was convincing the world He DID exist! And leaving lasting signs in the ways of the Holy Spirit, The Advocate who is to remind us of Him in everything around us. The advocate’s eyes, Jesus’ invisibility glasses we heard about early in Lent. When the disciples look up, they see it IS Jesus, and that He’s been with them all along.

A story that began with “There was this guy, and he taught us so much and then he died and we thought it was all over …. And then …..”

The road less traveled has taken us to an empty tomb that foretells a taste of that finish line, but there is more road ahead, indeed. That road brings us today to the empty tomb for to carry that message “back to life as we know it” – that life with its sorrows and its problems.

So, is there a difference?

YES! You’ve gotten a rare & fleeting glimpse of the finish line ahead to come. On that final 10K, you don’t know where you’ll encounter Jesus. Will you recognize Him? In the homeless person on the street, in the waitress at the diner, in the person kneeling next to you at Communion, in a person you’ve just met who dies suddenly and without warning. Were you to “see Jesus” IN that moment? He is there … all along, as the poem Footprints reminds us – those times “you saw but a single pair of footprints were when I carried you.”

He’s there … around nearly every corner.

Pastor Mohn beautifully offered the awe-inspiring message of Easter morning is that …

EVERY day you have another day of hope, another day the slate starts out CLEAN, another day things don’t HAVE TO be the same.

EVERY person you encounter may be another chance for you to
witness that good news of that Resurrection

EVERY moment, there’s another chance for servanthood

EVERY step is another step closer to that finish line.



Alleluia! … for EVERY one of those chances ……

EVERY day, EVERY person, EVERY moment, EVERY step along that road less traveled that, on Monday, continues on to that greatest of finish lines.

It's About The Cross




Good Friday

Readings:
Exodus 12:1-4 [5-10] 11-14
1 Corinthians 11:23-26
John 13:1-17, 31b-35







It’s not just about the manger where the baby lay
It’s not all about the angels who sang for him that day
It’s not just about the shepherd or a bright and shining star
It’s not just about the wise men who traveled from afar

Now the beginning of the story is wonderful and great
But it’s the ending that can save you and that’s why we celebrate

It’s About the Cross
It’s about my sin
It’s about how Jesus came to be born once
So that we could be born again

It’s about God’s love nailed to a tree
It’s about every drop of blood that flowed from him when it shouda been me.

It’s about the stone that was rolled away
So that you and I could have real life someday
It’s about the Cross


The Go Fish Guys




If You Get Nothing ....

Maundy Thursday

Readings:
Exodus 12:1-4 [5-10] 11-14
1 Corinthians 11:23-26
John 13:1-17, 31b-35


The Last Supper …. What’s it all about?

It’s an extraordinary gathering of friends: bread, wine, prayer, and song.

But words get changed.

It’s not about The Lamb … it’s now I AM The Lamb. It’s about the blood of The Lamb that is about to be slayed. It’s about the Cross.

It’s not the manna that kept the body nourished in the dessert. It’s about the Body of Jesus, offered for our spiritual nourishment.

The confluence of events leading up to the Last Supper is almost impossible to imagine. What does Jesus mean? All is barely believable.

And the MOST unbelievable? He lowers Himself to wash the feet of his fellow disciples, the cleanse the lowest part of their bodies, in a gesture symbolic of lowering Himself to serve his fellow man. He is The Lamb, the Son of God and HE, even, lowers Himself to be the lowest in the room, the lowest of lows, to serve a fellow neighbor, disciple, friend, person in need. He says,


“IF YOU GET NOTHING ELSE, GET THIS: Serve one another, as I have served you.”


IF I taught you nothing, it’s this: the secret is topsy-turvy – lower yourself to serve, that you may “see Me again” – in the face of those you serve.

Rick Warren reminds us in his book The Purpose Driven Life:

Servants: “You can tell what they are by what they do.”

“REAL servants maintain a low profile. Servants do not call attention to themselves. Instead they “put on the apron of humility” !!! Real servants only ever “live for an audience of One”.


“Servanthood is a matter of HEART. Serving is never perfect; we get better at it the more we do it. If you wait for perfect conditions, you’ll never get anything done.”

“Opportunities for service are not always “at our convenience”. Great opportunities to serve never last long. They pass quickly, never to return again (!) Great opportunities often disguise themselves in “small tasks” (!)



“Whenever you lower yourself, humble yourself – whenever you walk with the poor, find goodness in the tax collector, wash the sores of the lepers, whenever you share a meal with who knows who, you will see Me again!”

What an extraordinary night! Pastor Johnson reminds us that THIS road less traveled, the one of service, is one of intense spiritual intimacy …… Keep your eyes pealed and be prepared to lower yourself.

If you get nothing else He told you, get this ……

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

The Road Less Traveled ... to Calvary ... and Back

Holy Week

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;



The road to truth bears lesser wear
Where barely lit way leads to way;
Oft we can not know just where
This path less trodden, if once spared,
Will lead us then astray.

The road less traveled begs us quest,
To question, thus, alas, is good;
Seek guidance when put to the test,
To know God’s answers, thus, are best
Where two roads diverge in a yellow wood;


Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,



On stumbling, I reach to feel
A common ground, with common sin;
Equal all, on even keel,
My host of imperfections real
There’s communion in the state I’m in;

No use in hiding, in disguise,
To mask the scent that sin doth ooze
‘Tis better to use lowly eyes
To see that humble ways are wise
‘N then, the road less traveled, choose.


And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.


Two brothers claim this fork and hence
When faced with e’er a choice as this
Their choosing differed justly thence
One took the road well-trodden whence
He found the error in his bliss,

Upon which turn, he traveled round
To beg a Father turn his eye
And learn the Father’s feast abounds
To celebrate the lost who’ve found
That road less traveled by;



I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


While this path be not normal pace
That which would never happen, will
To lavish and keep not a trace
No held reserve here, just in case
Our paths this scent of perfume fills

Per chance to lavish, ask not why
This seeker comes to know
That on the road less traveled by
Therein all the difference lies
That beckons us the way to go …