Rachel weeps again

SERMON PREACHED AT St PAUL’S, ARROWTOWN 

and St PETER’S, QUEENSTOWN

ORDINARY SUNDAY 10 

THIRD SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST (June 10th) 2018

READINGS:

1 Samuel 15: 34 – 16: 13

Psalm 20

2 Corinthians 5: 6-17

Mark 4: 26-34

In passing last week, slightly cryptically, I alluded to the bitter media images that were emerging of the children stolen from mothers’ arms by the law enforcement agencies of the United States of America. I alluded too, to the razor wire policies of the Australian Government.

I suggested that it is possibly only the remote position that we enjoy on God’s globe that is so far protecting New Zealand from the brutal decisions that other nations are facing, and many making badly, around the plight of the wretched of the earth.

Since last week, my news feeds have been peppered by reports of US attorney-general Jeff Sessions and White House Press Secretary Sarah Huckabee Sanders demonically abusing the writings of Paul. They used texts wildly disassociated from their context either in history or even within the letters from which the texts, like migrant children, have been torn. They used texts, as it happened, that Southern US slave-owners used to support slavery, that some biblical teachers used to support Hitler, and that were used to bolster the apartheid regime in South Africa.

I have mentioned before that I believe, at least at one level, that we need a licence to read the bible. Sessions and Sanders alike have failed their licence test.

As it happens, and as I understand it, immigration violations are a misdemeanour, and not a breach of criminal law. They therefore do not warrant the inhumane tactics the US and Australian governments in particular are using. Refugees are protected under international law, granted rights to seek asylum. The processes by which their claims are ratified or rejected must, like the justice system, err on the presumption of innocence, not guilt.

You may well ask what this has to do with our gaggle of readings. Text wars, of the demonic sort used by Jeff Sessions and Sarah Huckabee Sanders, are evil, demonic. Nevertheless, scattered amongst our texts from different centuries and settings there are clear indicators of the response the biblical texts and the God of Jesus Christ demand of those who claim divine go-ahead. “The Lord does not look at the things humans look at. Human beings look at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.”

A text such as this – in essence repeated so many times through our scriptures – makes it clear that we would treat with manifest suspicion any use of the texts of our faith to justify violence and hatred. Whether we are looking at Mexican, Guatemalan, Bangladeshi or Iraqi refugees, Muslim, Hindu, Sikh or atheist refugees, our scriptures challenge us to look at the human heart, not the head dress or clothing or rituals of those who desperately seek a better world for their children.

Some may recall the words of singer song-writer Sting: “We share the same biology, regardless of ideology / Believe me when I say to you, I hope the Guatemalans love their children too.” Except he wrote “Russians,” but the song remains the same: Tongans, South Africans, Britons.

Compassion, forgiveness, justice. These should be hallmarks of our faith. These should be the conspicuous advertisements of the credibility of our faith in Jesus Christ our risen Lord.

Sometimes they are. The earliest Christians, I am frequently reminded, were conspicuous in the dog-eat-dog environment of the crumbling Roman Empire. They were conspicuous for the love they displayed to the most vulnerable members of their community. I own an old King James Bible in which a previous owner had scrawled next to the Jesus commands to love neighbour, feed the hungry, clothe the naked, that his words referred only to the neighbour who is Christian, the hungry Christian, the naked Christian, the imprisoned Christian. How sad that this bible had been so manipulated by those of the Jeff Sessions and Sarah Huckabee Sanders school of distortion. How sad that the previous owner of that bible had not noticed Jesus’ tête a tête with the Samaritan woman, or with lepers and widows, cast by powerful gate-keepers to the fringes of society.

Compassion, forgiveness, justice. I’ve spoken so far of the big stage environment of world politics. But let’s momentarily change the order around. Forgiveness, compassion, justice. The big international stage dimensions of justice are comfortable to speak of. But what of forgiveness? I speak to myself. Those who know my story will know that I have wrestled long and hard with events in the last five years that have been hard to forgive – and which need never be forgotten, for it’s not the same thing. Perhaps slowly I have got, perhaps only “am getting” there. I have cited and recited often the psalmist’s many cries of fury against those who uttered calumny and lies, if I may borrow biblical words to disguise the depth of my feeling.

“God forgives you. Forgive others. Forgive yourself.” They are easy words to pronounce but we grow into forgiveness only with the help of God. Our task is to implore the transformation of our hearts by the Spirit of God so that the words are not mere doggerel but offering of our heart-space to God, so God can work there, transform and heal us.

Compassion: do I allow my heart to be vulnerable, to reach out to those known and stranger to me, whose lives are heavy? Do I in words and actions ask “are you okay?” Our task is to implore the transformation of our hearts by the Spirit of God.

For to become the mustard seeds of faith, to be signs of resurrection, of death-conquering hope, to be agents of the work of God in God’s world we are not called to build walls and barricades, to distort texts, all to prop up our hatreds. No. We are called to become vulnerable, to look into the eyes of Rachel weeping for her children in Ramah (Jer. 31.15), or the mother in a leaky home, or the person who often shares a pew or a communion cup with us, and to know that what we do to and for them is what we do for and to the heart of God, and will speak immeasurably louder than our words.

TLBWY

hatred in the name of God

SERMON PREACHED AT St PAUL’S, ARROWTOWN and St PETER’S QUEENSTOWN

ORDINARY SUNDAY 10 / THIRD SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST (June 10th) 2018

READINGS:

1 Samuel 8.4-11, 16-20

Psalm 138

2 Corinthians 4.13 – 5.1

Mark 3.20-35

I remember wryly my early days of Christian faith, when I encountered the terrifying concept of “the unforgiveable sin”, the “sin of blaspheming against the Holy Spirit.” For days, or was it hours, minutes even, I fretted. What if I slipped up, and was cast for ever into the depths of a fiery hell?

I didn’t see the world or my faith in those terms for very long, but the memory of the feeling remains. Slowly I grew a sense, through worship and through study, that God wasn’t some draconian ogre. (If you know the meaning of “draco,” much depicted in the Harry Potter books, you’ll know the implausibility of a draconian god). The God revealed in Jesus, and throughout the scriptural witness, was not an ogre waiting for me to trip up, nor longing to slam the door on the unblessed, but a God of embrace, of welcome.

The God revealed in Jesus is the God who is the mother hen of the lament over Jerusalem, holding the chicks to her breast in welcome and protection. God is not a cosy mate (Aslan is not a tame lion), not an “anything goes” sort of God. God is not the false god blasphemously proclaimed by those who have perpetrated great evil in the name of the church in various forms of fiscal, even sexual predation. “By no means,” Paul would exclaim.

God is patient, loving, kind, all the things depicted as hallmarks of love in Paul’s great Hymn to Love in First Corinthians. God is love, says John. God waits, and God has eternity to wait.

Those who have perpetrated evil, using positions of power and influence that the Church once had, now rightly being stripped from us, come as close to the unforgivable sin as is humanly possible. Sexual and financial predators, yes, but also those currently in the Unites States equating Donald Trump with divine rights, applauding as children are torn from their parents at border security sites. Like – if in equal and opposite terms – those who named Jesus as Beelzebub, those who name Trump as a chosen one of God are blaspheming the Holy Spirit. The inchoate, shady, undefined sin against the Holy Spirit is not something we will stumble into by accident. It is evil we may chose.

In the perspectives of eternity (for God is patient, God is kind), even the perpetrators of this current evil and historic evils like it may eventually bow their knees to the judging God and finally and eternally find grace. We leave that to God.

The Spirit of God will dwell not on the shoulders of Trump and his brown-shirt goons, but in the bodies and souls of those who are trying to comfort howling children and grieving families torn apart by xenophobia and nationalistic exceptionalism. The Holy Spirit will be – is – at work in the many, not necessarily of the flock named “Christian,” the many who are offering solace and speaking out for justice and compassion.

But we, we here, are, as Paul put it, a people not particularly wise or powerful or of noble birth in social terms (1 Cor. 1.26). We are not on a grand stage. We are a more or less ordinary bunch of people, albeit crippled a little by white privilege, and for some of us male privilege too. For us there is not yet much likelihood of stumbling into catastrophic evil action.

Except ...

… Was it Bonhoeffer, or more probably the recently late and great James Cone, who said “Silence in the face of evil is itself evil: God will not hold us guiltless. Not to speak is to speak. Not to act is to act”?

It doesn’t matter who said it: the scriptures constantly imply it. And was it Martin Luther King or Albert Einstein who said that “True peace is not merely the absence of tension: it is the presence of justice”? It is probably an amalgam of sayings by both great men, but it matters not who said it, for the scriptures constantly imply it.

For as long as we remain immobile in the face of injustice, justice is not flowing down like the mighty fountains of the prophets’ dreams, and the Reign of God is held in abeyance, and we are the “blocking people of God” who are not the real whanau of Jesus.

The liturgical peace that we will share soon, its meaning totally badly taught in most liturgical churches that use it, is meant to be a solemn pronouncement of the possibility of and longing for that peace of the prophets’ many visions; swords into ploughshares, a lion dwelling with the lamb, a child playing safely by the lair of a deadly snake, justice rolling like a mighty river. We enact that peace, hopefully sincerely.

Jesus stood in his own home town and pronounced that demons were being bound in his name. Let’s not be infantile about the demonic. In the desecration of immigrant families in the USA and behind razor wire in and around Australia, in the death of fleeing children in the Mediterranean, we are seeing the demonic. And while it’s less dramatic, we too, within our shores, are seeing too many like Chris and Cru Kahui or Nia Glassie, who would be in their teens by now, or those dying from criminal neglect, material or medical, or those dying by suicide after various forms of bullying and ostracism. Demonic.

And wringing hands, as I and many of you no doubt are perhaps prone to do, is not enough, and I preach to myself, as well.

Those – even family – who were blocking Jesus from his kingdom-proclaiming, kingdom-producing mission, were approaching ultimate blasphemy.

We are all human. Our energies dwindle. But we too block the work of God when we fail to speak out about both social and the less clearly definable spiritual injustice.

I will define the latter more fully another time, though I have hinted enough in recent months that those who denude the gospel of its eternal dimensions, those who rob the resurrection of its everlasting meaning,  those who turn the God of the Cross into a convenient feel-good plaything, are all guilty of spiritual injustice. Social injustice is more tangible. We must find ways and energies to exorcise it where we see it. But both-and. Spiritual injustice is evil, too, and I have seen it actively perpetrated or passively condoned by church leaders.

“Do not lose heart,” (2 Cor. 4.16) writes Paul. To maintain gospel-energies we need to implore again and again – and respond to again and again – the prompting of that Enemy of Apathy, the Holy Spirit whose coming we invoked at Pentecost.

As it happens we implore the coming of that same Spirit several times in each Eucharistic liturgy: “Send your Holy Spirit that we who receive … may indeed be ...” It is a dangerous prayer, yet we pray it, or words like it, week by week. Then week by week we ask God to “Send us out in the power of God’s Spirit.”

Dangerous prayers, dangerous praying.

But if we pray these prayers believing them, and then consciously act on them in our daily lives and networks, we can be the people of God that Paul was imploring the Corinthian Christians to be, rising above their petty squabbles and myopia, looking not to the immediate but to the challenging eternal. We too are dared to be that Spirit-filled people, not the energy sapping people mocking Jesus with their cynicism, negativity, complacency. May we be the resurrection-justice proclaiming people of God that Jesus calls us to be.

TLBWY

plucking grain on Saturday

SERMON PREACHED AT St PAUL’S, ARROWTOWN and St PETER’S QUEENSTOWN

ORDINARY SUNDAY 9 / SECOND SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST (June 3^rd) 2018

READINGS:

1 Samuel 3.1-10

Psalm 139.1-6

2 Corinthians 4.5-12

Mark 2.23 – 3.6

When Jesus generated permission for his disciples to pluck corn he knew exactly the wrath he was provoking. When Jesus reached out his arm to heal on the Sabbath he knew exactly what – and who – he was provoking. It’s a complex business attempting to explain what the verb “to know” means when dealing with the one we call Son and Lord, but it’s best to err on the side of humanity for now. Jesus knew, as any dismantler of complex and corrupt institutions knows, that he was risking his life.

I have said from time to time in preaching and writing that we need to be licenced to read the bible. I realise that’s cruelly provocative and sends my more Protestant friends into fits of apoplexy. Indignant, they will they reach for the works of Luther and Calvin and others. Of course it’s not the whole story. Casual, personal reading of scripture can inspire us, can warm our hearts with the living flame of God.

But we need to be careful, need to learn skills to dig deeper into these writings that we, somewhat confusingly, call the “word of God.” Who wrote them, who first heard them, what shoes were they standing in? Who and where are we as we hear them, read them? What sand is in our shoes? What is the whakapapa we bring? Are we rich, poor, male, female, from a loving or an abusive family, from an arts or a more rationalist background?

Indeed we should read the scriptures not by listening passively as X, Y or Z reads them, or even placidly in our armchair, but as our Jewish friends teach us, actively, wrestling lovingly with the text, then wrestling lovingly with one another as we share the text. Then we will find, as our Jewish friends teach us, the truth in the white space between the black lines of print in the page and in our understanding.

For example, most of us were exposed to teaching that tells what a nasty bunch of sods the Pharisees were; oppressing innocent people, picking on Jesus, plotting for him to be executed. A little digging around tells us that at the time of Jesus that was not the case. The Sadducees were an unpleasant mob, dismantling believers’ faith by denying the possibility of hope beyond the grave, ensuring they remained oppressed, hopeless, downtrodden. There are many that do that in our churches today, too. But the Pharisees not so much.

By the time Mark was setting quill to papyrus times had changed. Christians and Jews had fallen out of love, Pharisees had come to see Christians as troublemakers, the gloves were off. It just might help us to understand our Jewish and indeed Muslim friends if we remember that we – our forebears – were at least equally responsible for much of the scar tissue of our history.

But if we dig a little deeper we find some powerful truths. Does our faith liberate – as the ancient Hebrew faith originally liberated – peoples groaning under a yoke of spiritual oppression? These days of course most people ignore spiritual institutionalism, opting for no spirituality or for a “spiritual not religious” traipse through life. I believe there are problems with those options, though I concur that we have badly polluted our message with the very forms of oppression that Jesus was opposing. If we are to hear the voice of Jesus in this passage and respond to his call then we must acknowledge and confess the ways in which we as church have kept outsiders outside, and preserved our comfort zones inside.

The key to interpretation will be that of grace. It must be the key to all our reading and interpretation of scriptures – and therefore to all preaching. Where is grace in this scene, and where is grace – or even graciousness – in our response? Jesus dismantles corruption of the Torah, the Law, because it has been used to oppress believers. Jesus invites disobedience to the oppressors because the truth of the gospel – and the truth of the encounter with God, will set, will always set, the captive free. Jesus invites the hungry to eat (it appears he wasn’t hungry) and actively heals the disadvantaged man because gospel-light will always address the disadvantaged and needlessly denied. Jesus subverted oppression because gospel light will always embrace rather than exclude the hurting. Jesus and his gospel light will not encourage oppression, Jesus and his gospel will not discourage paths into fullness of love, Jesus will always encourage routes that cast out fear and disappointment.

How we apply that will bring us back to the white spaces between the jots that make up language, in speech or in printed word. We will negotiate truth – and when truth doesn’t suit us we will opt prayerfully to grow into it rather than to reject it. When we wrestle with questions of exclusion we will look to err on the side of inclusion, not exclusion: do we exclude because of gender, sexuality, class, economic and academic privilege? If so we must seek to see where language of embrace, grace and inclusion might redress that sinfulness on our part, so the broken can find a way to Easter light. We may lose many of our security blankets, the shibboleths and golden calves that have infiltrated and institutionalised our faith. That though is what the radical, grain-plucking action of Jesus challenges us to do, and he will lead us on the path.

TLBWY.