Monthly Archives: September 2026

Playing a Bad Hand

EIGHTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST

Ezekiel 18:1-4, 25-32

Psalm 25:1-9

Philippians 2:1-13

Matthew 21:23-32

Prayer of the Day: God of love, giver of life, you know our frailties and failings. Give us your grace to overcome them, keep us from those things that harm us, and guide us in the way of salvation, through Jesus Christ, our Savior and Lord.

“What do you mean by repeating this proverb concerning the land of Israel, ‘The parents have eaten sour grapes, and the children’s teeth are set on edge’? As I live, says the Lord God, this proverb shall no more be used by you in Israel. Know that all lives are mine; the life of the parent as well as the life of the child is mine: it is only the person who sins who shall die.” Ezekiel 18:1-4.

Actually, there is more than a little truth to the proverb to which the Lord takes exception in our lesson from the Hebrew Scriptures. We know that many children of abusive, neglectful and inept parents carry for the rest of their lives scars from wounds inflicted by their dysfunctional families. We who live today in the United States have never owned slaves and, unless a good deal older than me (and I’m no spring chicken), have not played any part in implementing or enforcing Jim Crow legislation. Nevertheless, we live with the consequences of these sins which perpetuate themselves systemically in our government, workplaces and educational institutions. Moreover, our children stand to inherit the world we have made for them: a world irreparably ecologically damaged, less prosperous and threatened by the resurgence of fascism. We have eaten the sour grapes of greed, racial hate and violence; their teeth are set on edge by the sorry legacy we have bequeathed to them.

Yet the prophet condemns this saying because, while undoubtedly true, it is not the whole truth. While we may have been born into circumstances created by our ancestors, unlike our ancestors, we are still living and breathing. We are moral agents capable of making moral decisions. We may not be able to erase the scars inflicted upon us in the past. But we can choose whether our past will define our future, or whether our future will bring redemptive meaning to our past. We cannot change our nation’s shameful history of racism. But that does not free us from our obligation to dismantle its continuing presence in our churches, schools, workplaces and government. We say in our confessional liturgy that “we are captive to sin and cannot free ourselves.” That much is true. But the greater truth comes in the absolution which states: “God, who is rich in mercy, loved us even when we were dead in sin, and made us alive together with Christ. By grace you have been saved.” So, yes, you are stuck with a past, much of which you did not make and none of which you can change. But you have been liberated to live in a present governed not by your past, but by God’s future reign. So what are you going to do about it?

I think our biggest problem, and when I say “our” I am speaking principally to my fellow Lutherans, is that, like Ezekiel’s audience, we fixate too much on the confessional liturgy and too little on the implications of the absolution. My childhood religious education emphasized the pervasiveness and power of sin in our individual lives and in society leading to a kind of pious fatalism. I am old enough to remember the days before Martin Luther King, Jr. was a civil rights icon. I can remember my pastor criticizing King and the civil rights movement on grounds that disobeying the government God had established was rebellion against God. Yes, he conceded, racism is a sin and segregation is unjust. But because we live in a sinful world, the justice meted out by human authorities will always be less than perfect. Ours is not the prerogative to resist or overthrow the authority God has instituted. Because we are sinners, we cannot expect anything better from any improvement to or replacement of the authority that already exists. To the contrary, we will likely end up making matters worse.

Thankfully, you are not likely to hear preaching like that in any American Lutheran church today, though I suppose if you were to turn over enough rocks among some of the more reactionary break off Lutheran bodies you might find a specimen or two. Nevertheless, I think the same pious fatalism still infects much of our ministry today. It is just more difficult to recognize because very often it is hidden under activist rhetoric. In a recent article in the Christian Century,[1] Gerardo Marti, professor of sociology at Davidson College observes that “the word inclusive is everywhere….” Yet while usually sincere and rooted in scripture, “over time it has become a moral framework centered on affective warmth rather than structural change.” As a result, the “theology of inclusivity leads to an impasse for the White progressive church: It wants to be prophetic without being disruptive, just without being divisive, welcoming without ever being uncomfortable.”

The paucity of substance in my own Evangelical Lutheran Church in America’s commitment to dismantling white supremacy became clear in 2020 following the murder of George Floyd in Minneapolis. At that time many of us, including yours truly, urged the bishops of the ELCA to call upon the church to make a substantial commitment to reparations to African American victims of racism. See Open Letter to the ELCA Presiding Bishop and Synodical Bishops: A Modest Proposal for Reparational Tithe. I cannot speak for everyone who issued this call, but I received a half page response from the then presiding bishop thanking for me for my interest and informing me that the issue of reparations was being referred to a committee for study. Ah, the committee, that cul-de-sac down which ideas are sent to die! The rationale, I was told, was to develop a program to educate the whole church so that the move for reparations and other more direct actions to address white supremacy would have “buy in” from all members. But again, as Marti observes, the emphasis on analysis, discussion, education, all designed to “get everyone on board,” leads finally to institutional paralysis. The study and consideration of racism gets confused with actually confronting and combating it. The process becomes an end in itself. More than that, it practically ensures that no meaningful action involving risk or sacrifice will ever be taken.

There is little risk in issuing public statements condemning white supremacy and urging justice for its victims. There is no risk involved in synodical conventions breaking its delegates up into little groups to share experiences and feelings about racial issues. It costs nothing to post a “Black Lives Matter” sign on your front lawn. But pledging substantial financial support and making church property and resources available to Black churches and/or Black organizations fighting for equal housing, education and opportunities will surely prove disruptive and very possibly divisive. Some bishops with whom I have communicated tell me that they are pastors to the whole church and that it is their job to build consensus, not dictate. We need to take whatever time that requires.  

To any bishop who might give a tinker’s dam for what a retired small steeple pastor thinks, I respectfully disagree. Bishops are not group facilitators. The ELCA presiding bishop is to “be a teacher of the faith of this church and shall provide leadership for the life and witness of this church.” So says the ELCA constitution at chapter 13, subsection 21. According to the model synodical constitution, bishops are to “[i]nterpret and advocate the mission and theology of the whole church.” Model Synodical Constitution, chapter 8, section 12, subsection g1. No, you cannot dictate what the rest of the church must do. But you can and, if the above cited constitutional provisions mean anything, you must call the church to do concretely what is right and what is just. The church may not listen to you. It might well turn on you and reject you. You may seem to have failed. You might not be reelected. That’s called taking up the cross. Deal with it. Stop acting like the CEO of a failing corporation trembling before the wrath of angry shareholders. You are bishops. You stand in the shoes of the apostles. Speaking hard but redemptive truth is your job. So put on your grown up pants and do it.

Ezekiel’s message is clear. There is no room for resignation. Repentance is a refusal to let the past shape the future. You play the hand you are dealt, however unpromising it might be. You do not throw your cards into the air and walk away from the table. You do not complain that the challenges are too big, that you are too small and the consequences of obedience are too risky. Even in the ashes of defeat and the hostile environment of exile, God is present working a new thing. You can choose to be part of “that number when the saints come marching in, or you can just sit on the curb and let the parade pass you by.

Here is a poem by Langston Hughes arguing for the recognition of the present time as the day of liberation for people of color. Hughes’ holy impatience reflects that of Ezekiel’s zeal for the future of his people.

Freedom

Freedom will not come

Today, this year

            Nor ever

Through compromise and fear.

I have as much right

As the other fellow has

            To stand

On my two feet

And own the land.

I tire so of hearing people say,

Let things take their course.

Tomorrow is another day.

I do not need my freedom when I’m dead.

I cannot live on tomorrow’s bread.

            Freedom

            Is a strong seed

            Planted

            In a great need.

            I live here, too.

            I want my freedom

            Just as you. 

Source: Selected Poems of Langston Hughes (c. 1926 by Alfred A. Knopf, pub. by Random House, LLC, 1990). Langston Hughes was an important African American voice in the “Harlem Renaissance” of the 1920s. Though well-educated and widely traveled, Hughes’ poetry never strayed far from his roots in the African American community. Early in his career, Hughes’ work was criticized by some African American intellectuals for portraying what they viewed as an unflattering representation of back life. In a response to these critics, Hughes replied, “I didn’t know the upper class Negroes well enough to write much about them. I knew only the people I had grown up with, and they weren’t people whose shoes were always shined, who had been to Harvard, or who had heard of Bach. But they seemed to me good people, too.”  Today Langston Hughes is recognized globally as a towering literary figure of the 20th Century. You can read more about Hughes and discover more of his poetry at the Poetry Foundation website (from which the above quote is taken).


[1] “The Inclusivity Trap,” by Gerardo Marti, The Christian Century, (October 2026), pp. 62-66.

Saga of the MAGA White Man

Kierkegaard’s Ghost

(News that’s fake, but credible)

A song written by the wholly and deservedly unknown Willy Coal. (Can be sung to the tune of Billy Joel’s Angry Young Man, but don’t because it might be a copyright violation.)

Maga White Man.

There’s no place in this world for the MAGA white man

With his fist in the air and his head up his can.

He’s been saved and redeemed; he’s been washed in the blood.

Like the rest of his kin he’s at home in the mud.

He hates immigrants, commies and Muslims and Jews

As he guzzles his Bud and watches Fox News.

Let us pity the soul of the MAGA white man.

Life is hard and it’s tough for the MAGA white man

There are so many books that he’d love to see banned.

There’s so much on TV that gets him pissed off

The comedians laugh at his values and scoff.

Black faces look out from each channel he views

And he gets all worked up when watches the news.

Yes, it’s hard to live life as the MAGA white man.

The fate of the MAGA white man is sad.

The outrage he meets is driving him mad. 

He’s a hero acting on a tragic stage,

Oozing with hate and self pity and rage.

He’s at war with a world that’s changing too fast,

And he’ll joust with his windmills to the very last.

It’s a frightening world for the MAGA white guy

Filled with threats, fears and dangers right up to the sky.

He’s afraid of the deep state, afraid of dark skin.

He’s afraid of all women that are smarter than him.

He’s afraid of all medicines, shots and vaccines.

He’s afraid of gays, dikes and especially drag queens.

It’s a scary, dark world for the MAGA white man.

There’s no lonelier fool than the MAGA white man.

He’s got no one outside of his tight MAGA clan.

He’s unwelcome in every sane relative’s home

So he finds himself spending Thanksgiving alone.

And his ranting grows louder with each passing year

Even though there is no one about him to hear.

Let us pray for the soul of the MAGA white man.

Source: Failed artist, song writer, poet, novelist, businessman, politician and family man, Willy Coal. Willy Coal began his career in the fourth grade making counterfeit milk tickets out of construction paper provided for the making of valentines. Having been expelled from school for vandalism, theft and disrespectful behavior, he enrolled in Trump University school of business where he earned degrees in real estate scam and tax fraud. His efforts in this field earned him an extended stay in federal prison where he developed relationships with respected Republican operatives whose counsel and advice led to his brief foray into politics. He ran uncontested for the position of assistant animal control manager in a small southern town and still managed to lose his bid. Having determined that public service was not his calling, Coal sought to excel in the arts. He produced numerous paintings, only one of which was actually sold and is now hanging in the utility closet of a Motel 6 in Minot, North Dakota. Coal then turned his attention to poetry and music. His efforts earned him numerous rejection letters and several Copyright suits ending in judgements that cost him his home, his marriage and what little affection his children ever had for him. He was arrested, tried and convicted for assault, vandalism and terroristic acts for his involvement in the January 6, 2021 Republican coup. Coal was subsequently pardoned by President Donald J. Tump. He now lives with his dog in a rented trailer on the abandoned parking lot of a closed Piggly Wiggly. With sincere apologies to renowned singer and songwriter, Billy Joel, the Ghost, which takes great pride in publishing content of no informational, literary or educational value, offers the above song by this rightly obscure artist.

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FAKE NEWS ALERT: The above article is satirical. The events it describes didn’t happen.  “There are people who will say that this whole account is a lie, but a thing isn’t necessarily a lie even if it didn’t necessarily happen.” John Steinbeck

The Economy of Jesus

SEVENTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST

Jonah 3:10—4:11

Psalm 145:1-8

Philippians 1:21-30

Matthew 20:1-16

Prayer of the Day: Almighty and eternal God, you show perpetual lovingkindness to us your servants. Because we cannot rely on our own abilities, grant us your merciful judgment, and train us to embody the generosity of your Son, Jesus Christ, our Savior and Lord.

Jesus’ parable of the workers in the vineyard is, like so many of the parables in Matthew’s gospel, highly improbable. The description of the workers waiting to be hired is true enough to fact. The life of a day laborer was a brutal one of day to day survival. Work was never guaranteed and depended upon seasonal fluctuation, the success of the growing season and the labor market. Landowners would naturally hire early in the day so as to get the most out of their workers and select the people that appeared healthy, strong and fit for work. The rest would be left to hope that perhaps a landowner might have underestimated the need for labor and return to hire a few more hands. Persons so hired could hardly expect to receive a day’s wage for less than a day’s work. But even half a day’s wage or less is better than nothing.

Remarkably, the landowner in Jesus’ parable does the unthinkable. Not only does he pay the wages of the late comers first, but he also pays then a full day’s wage. Most sermons I have heard (and preached!) on this text focus on grace, and that specifically for the individuals involved. As a dyed in the wool Lutheran, I have always heard this text as an echo of Saint Paul’s assurance that we are recipients of God’s redemptive love not on the basis of our works, but solely by virtue of God’s free grace. As Jesus points out in the Sermon on the Mount, God causes the sun to shine and the rain to fall upon the righteous and the wicked. Matthew 5:45.  Each of the workers in the vineyard received a day’s wage, but only those who recognized it as grace could rightly receive and appreciate it. While that message is surely consistent with Jesus’ proclamation, I am not convinced that it captures exactly what the parable is all about.

Note well that Jesus’ parable begins with these words: “For the kingdom of heaven is like…” Thus, the parable is not about the landowner or any of the laborers. It is about the reign of God and, more specifically, the economy of that just and gentle reign. To understand this analysis, it is important to recall that the word, “economy” comes from the Greek word “οἶκος.” Broadly speaking, the meaning of the word encompasses a physical dwelling place, the people living in it, and by extension, a family or lineage. In classical Greek, οἶκος could denote the entire household establishment, including property, servants, and family members. See A Greek-English Lexicon of the New Testament and Other Early Christian Literature, Edited by W.F. Arndt and F.W. Gingrich (c. 1957 by University of

Chicago Press) pp 562-563. The New Testament frequently speaks of the church as the οἶκος of God I Timothy 3:15; I Peter 2:5. The heads of the household were thus tasked with ensuring the wellbeing of all members of the household. Only so can the household continue functioning as a home and sanctuary for all. The household of faith takes concrete form in the Book of Acts where we read:

Now the whole group of those who believed were of one heart and soul, and no one claimed private ownership of any possessions, but everything they owned was held in common. With great power the apostles gave their testimony to the resurrection of the Lord Jesus, and great grace was upon them all. There was not a needy person among them, for as many as owned lands or houses sold them and brought the proceeds of what was sold. They laid it at the apostles’ feet, and it was distributed to each as any had need.” Acts 4:32-35.   

The church, as first fruits of God’s desire for the whole world, testifies in its practices to what economies should look like. Economic arrangements are to function as households in which goods are employed not for the personal enrichment of any individual, but for the wellbeing of all members. Of course, the practices of the church in Acts are hardly unique within the scriptural witness. Moses instructs the people of Israel as they are about to enter the land of promise, “there shall be no poor among you.” Deuteronomy 15:4. The reason for this being that “If there is among you anyone in need, a member of your community in any of your towns within the land that the Lord your God is giving you, do not be hard-hearted or tight-fisted toward your needy neighbor. You should rather open your hand, willingly lending enough to meet the need, whatever it may be.” Deuteronomy 15:7-8. In so doing, Israel would become a light of economic justice to a world of nations whose economies benefited emperors and kings though exploitation of the rest and ignored the weakest, poorest and most vulnerable in the land.

These scriptures generally, and our gospel lesson in particular, challenge us to think differently about economic issues. Rather than asking how we can provide a “safety net” for the poor, we ought to be asking why we have poor among us at all. Rather than regarding those we deem physically or mentally “disabled” as social problems to be solved, we should be asking why our society is so narrowminded, unimaginative and heard hearted that it cannot see these same people as uniquely gifted with much that we need to become a wise, compassionate and sustainable people. Our colleges and universities ought not to be obsessed with turning out students with skills necessary to serve the economic machinery of the wealthy, but rather with shaping the character, ethics and understanding of their students, enabling them to build an economy that serves all people.

In her triumphant song of praise, Mary the Mother of our Lord declares that God “has filled the hungry with good things and sent the rich away empty.” Luke 1:53. That does not necessarily mean that the rich will starve. The laborers in Jesus’ parable who worked a full day received a full day’s wage. That is all one is promised. Jesus taught us to pray for our daily bread, something which God provides and which the faithful receive with thanksgiving. But those for whom daily bread is not enough, who are accustomed to privilege and have developed a sense of entitlement to more than daily bread, for such people daily bread alone leaves them feeling “empty.” They grumble, “I deserve more than this!” “I worked hard for what I make,” “Nobody has the right to what I produced with my own hands,” “I should be able to do whatever I want with what belongs to me.” They complain that generosity like that expressed by the landowner in the parable is “unfair.” For the rich, the powerful and the privileged, the promise of daily bread sounds like a curse rather than a blessing.

In sum, Jesus’ parable gives us a glimpse of the economy God desires for all creation. It is an economy of service, not exploitation. It is an economy that is shaped to embrace all people, not an economy into which people must be shaped in order to survive. It is an economy that provides for the need of all people, not the greed of the few. And in these days in which the powers of government are falling ever more into the hands of oligarch billionaires, the need for a strong witness to the economy of Jesus has never been more necessary.  

Here is a poem by Vachel Lindsay calling out for the kind of economy envisioned in Jesus’ parable.

Why I Voted the Socialist Ticket

I am unjust, but I can strive for justice.

My life’s unkind, but I can vote for kindness.

I, the unloving, say life should be lovely.

I, that am blind, cry out against my blindness.

Man is a curious brute—he pets his fancies—

Fighting mankind, to win sweet luxury.

So he will be, though law be clear as crystal,

Tho’ all men plan to live in harmony.

Come, let us vote against our human nature,

Crying to God in all the polling places

To heal our everlasting sinfulness

And make us sages with transfigured faces.

Source: Collected Poems of Vachel Lindsay (c. 2005 by Vachel Lindsay; pub. by Kessinger). Vachel Lindsay (1879 –1931) was an American poet. He was born in Springfield, Illinois to a medical doctor of considerable financial means. With the encouragement of his parents, Lindsay studied medicine at Ohio’s Hiram College from 1897 to 1900. He soon discovered, however, that he did not want to be a doctor and so left Hiram for Chicago to study at the Art Institute of Chicago from 1900 to 1903. In 1904, he left to attend the New York School of Art (now The New School) to study pen and ink. Lindsay remained interested in art for the rest of his life, drawing illustrations for some of his poetry. While in New York in 1905, Lindsay turned to poetry. He tried to sell his poems on the streets and took walking tours throughout the United States, attempting to trade his poems for food and shelter. On his return from one of these forays, Harriet Monroe, then editor of Poetry Magazine, published Lindsay’s poem, “General William Booth Enters into Heaven.” In the final twenty years of his life, Lindsay was one of the best known poets in the U.S. His reputation enabled him to befriend, encourage, and mentor other poets, such as Langston Hughes and Sara Teasdale. You can read more about Vachel Lindsay and sample more of his poetry at the Poetry Foundation website.

What are People For?

SIXTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST

Genesis 50:15-21

Psalm 103:1-13

Romans 14:1-12

Matthew 18:21-35

Prayer of the Day: O Lord God, merciful judge, you are the inexhaustible fountain of forgiveness. Replace our hearts of stone with hearts that love and adore you, that we may delight in doing your will, through Jesus Christ, our Savior and Lord.

“Bless the Lord, O my soul,
    and do not forget all his benefits—
who forgives all your iniquity,
    who heals all your diseases,
who redeems your life from the Pit,
    who crowns you with steadfast love and mercy,
who satisfies you with good as long as you live
    so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.” Psalm 103:2-5.

This week the church and the whole world lost a precious advocate for the good earth,  its creatures and the most vulnerable among us. Farmer, poet and philosopher Wendell Berry died this last week at his home in Kentucky. I have shamelessly appropriated as the title for this week’s article the question raised in his collection of articles under that same heading, namely, What are People for? The urgency of that question seems more relevant than ever in these days of Artificial Intelligence (AI).

Prominent Silicon Valley figures and their political allies are actively promoting AI growth and arguing that rapid development and deployment is an economic and national security necessity. Networks around such people, such as Peter Thiel and Marc Andreessen, are feverishly engaging in public messaging that equates national success with fast AI adoption.  AI promises to generate trillions for the billionaire class. Meanwhile, a growing cloud of uncertainty looms threateningly over the jobs of untold millions. Ugly, power guzzling data centers required to sustain this new technology desecrate our landscapes, rising over our homes, neighborhoods and farms. AI is the future, we are told. It is inevitable. Resistance is foolhardy and futile.

For those of us who are not billionaires, who are increasingly concerned about loss of control over our personal, medical and financial information, who face the prospect of obsolescence or unemployment resulting from the collapse of industries that once fueled our local economies, for those of us living in poor rural areas that lack access to reliable internet (and much else) and who stand to gain nothing from AI-all of this sounds a little like the predator who tells his victim, “Hey, you’re gonna get raped. So relax and enjoy it.” The surge of opposition to data centers across the political spectrum is, I think, a very understandable, resolute and emphatic public “Oh hell no!” Though perhaps not framed in a thoughtful, concise and nuanced manner, the instinctual concern is right on target.      

Long before AI was a twinkle in the eyes of any oligarch, Wendell Berry recognized a similar threat in the rise of corporate agriculture. The growth of “agribusiness” occasioned the failure of millions of small farms, the consolidation of farmland under the ownership of agricultural firms and the forced migration of farm families from rural areas to metropolitan centers. According to sound capitalist reasoning, this was all to the good. Small farmers deserved failure as they were clearly less efficient producers than the new highly mechanized, high yielding combines. The Market, which rewards productivity and profit while punishing inefficiency and waste, had spoken. Yet, as Berry points out, the Market proved to be highly inefficient on some very basic levels:

“The farm-to-city migration has obviously produced advantages to the corporate economy. The absent farmers have had to be replaced by machinery, petroleum, chemicals, credit, and other expensive goods and services from the agribusiness economy, which ought not to be confused with the economy of farming.”[1]

Furthermore, the departure of farming families led to a chain reaction of failed local businesses, loss of tax revenue resulting in the deterioration of schools, hospitals and other public services. While these losses are not be reflected in the stock market or the profit and loss reports of the agribusiness participants, they were ruinous losses to our national community. One need only drive through one of the many dying rural towns throughout the country to see this fine work of the Market. As far as the Market is concerned, the value of a person or community is measured by its employability in profit making enterprises. Once their usefulness in turning profits expires, human beings, their families and their communities are as dispensable as a banana peel.

Berry concludes his argument with the following:

“The great question that hovers over this issue, one that we have dealt with mainly by indifference, is the question of what people are for. Is their greatest dignity in unemployment? Is the obsolescence of human beings now our social goal? One would conclude so from our attitude toward work, especially the manual work necessary to the long-term preservation of the land, and from our rush toward mechanization, automation, and computerization. In a country that puts an absolute premium on labor-saving measures, short workdays, and retirement, why should there be any surprise at permanence of unemployment and welfare dependency? Those are only different names for our national ambitions.”[2]

I am not suggesting that AI or any other area of scientific or technological enterprise is evil. I would be the last to say that the advance of knowledge should be stopped in its tracks. Rather, I believe we need to be asking different kinds of questions about the development and employment of AI. It is troubling that the ownership, control and use of this powerful tool rests largely in the hands of billionaires and powerful for profit corporations. Maximization of profit does not necessarily equate with the common good. Surely that was not the case for our farming communities. There is no reason to suppose that the Market will be any kinder to those displaced by AI. Furthermore, the feverish rush to develop AI products and deploy them has already led to some frightening developments. During an internal OpenAI security evaluation, a chain of AI models escaped confinement in a controlled lab testing area, reached the internet and then accessed the infrastructure of another AI platform. The Market is indifferent to such consequences, as is the greed of the oligarchs who stand to benefit from its unregulated mechanizations.

While individuals and companies that develop new technologies deserve to benefit financially from the work they do, the knowledge they discover and employ is not their own. Neither, in the long run, are the products they develop. Our Psalm for this Sunday admonishes us to remember that all the benefits we enjoy ultimately come to us from God our Creator. Knowledge, as Saint Augustine teaches us, exists independent of those who discover it. It is one of the many good gifts God provides for the benefit of all God’s children. So, too, the products, methods and techniques based upon the gift of knowledge. Thus, AI, like all humanly developed products, belongs to the whole human family and must be employed for the benefit of all. We cannot afford to let AI become an instrument for the few to enrich themselves at the expense of the many and at the expense of the good earth that sustains us all.

Here is a poem by Wendell Berry that captures the struggle in which we are called to engage-to live both well and sustainably.

The Dream

I dream an inescapable dream
in which i take away from the country
the bridges and roads, the fences, the strung wires,
ourselves, all we have built and dug and hollowed out,
our flocks and herds, our droves of machines.

    I restore then the wide-branching trees.
I see growing over the land and shading it
the great trunks and crowns of the first forest.
I am aware of the rattling of their branches,
the lichened channels of their bark, the saps
of the ground flowing upward to their darkness.
Like the afterimage of a light that only by not
looking can be seen, I glimpse the country as it was.
All its beings belong wholly to it.  They flourish
in dying as in being born.  It is the life of its deaths.

    I must end, always, by replacing
our beginning there, ourselves and our blades,
the flowing in of history, putting back what I took away,
trying always with the same pain of foreknowledge
to build all that we have built, but destroy nothing.

    My hands weakening, I feel on all sides blindness
growing in the land on its peering bulbous stalks.
I see that my mind is not good enough.
I see that I am eager to own the earth and to own men.
I find in my mouth a bitter taste of money,
a gaping syllable I can neither swallow nor spit out.
I see all that we have ruined in order to have, all
that was owned for a lifetime to be destroyed forever.

    Where are the sleeps that escape such dreams?

Source: The Peace of Wild Things, Wendell Berry (c. 1964 by Wendell Berry; pub. by Penguin Books). Wendell Berry (1934-2026) was a poet, novelist, farmer and environmental activist. He was an elected member of the Fellowship of Southern Writers, a recipient of The National Humanities Medal and the Jefferson Lecturer for 2012. He was also a 2013 Fellow of The American Academy of Arts and Sciences. Berry was named the recipient of the 2013 Richard C. Holbrooke Distinguished Achievement Award. On January 28, 2015, he became the first living writer to be inducted into the Kentucky Writers Hall of Fame. You can read more about Wendell Berry and sample more of his works at the Poetry Foundation website.


[1] Berry, Wendell, What are People for? (c. 2011 by Wendell Berry; pub. by Counterpoint, C.A.) p. 123.

[2] Ibid. p. 125.

Revenge is not a Dish on God’s Menu

FIFTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST

Ezekiel 33:7-11

Psalm 119:33-40

Romans 13:8-14

Matthew 18:15-20

Prayer of the Day: O Lord God, enliven and preserve your church with your perpetual mercy. Without your help, we mortals will fail; remove far from us everything that is harmful, and lead us toward all that gives life and salvation, through Jesus Christ, our Savior and Lord.

“As I live, says the Lord God, I have no pleasure in the death of the wicked but that the wicked turn from their ways and live.” Ezekiel 33:11.

God takes no pleasure in the death of the wicked. Quite the contrary for God’s human creatures. We are prone to take a perverse delight in the downfall of people we regard as deserving retribution. No better example can be found in our own country than our embrace of capital punishment. There a morbid public fascination and delight taken in the highly ritualized killing of people found guilty of particularly revolting crimes. From a practical perspective, capital punishment does not make much sense. The expense of prosecuting a capital case from arrest through trial, appeals and execution takes years, costs far more than incarcerating a person for life and, according to numerous studies, does not deter crime. But moral outrage and the lust for retribution appear to trump common sense. We take too much pleasure in the death of the wicked to abandon the wasteful, futile and cruel practice of killing them.

From classic westerns to modern police dramas, popular entertainment has frequently capitalized on our need to see retributive justice done. They present us with simplistic narratives pitting strong, virtuous gun toting heroes against hopelessly depraved villains whose death seems wholly justified and quite gratifying. Little effort is made to humanize the evil doers by giving us insight into their stories and the events that brought them to where they are and the people they have become. Seldom do we encounter on the screen circumstances in which violence, the threat of violence or the use of firearms proves unnecessary to resolve conflict. In the real world, however, conflicts within families, communities and among nations are resolve daily without resort to violence. The police regularly do more talking down than shooting down. It is not uncommon for police officers to serve for their entire career without ever using their weapons. But that does not make for good television. What emerges, then, from the distorted view given us by entertainment media is a world in which evil is overcome and justice is restored by good people with guns killing bad people. It is a highly satisfying, if altogether delusional version of reality.

Of course, the human lust for retribution is nothing new. It goes all the way back to the dawn of time as does God’s efforts to limit its destructiveness. God marked Cain in order to protect him from any who might seek retribution against him for the murder of his brother. The frequently misunderstood admonition calling for an “eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth” did not mean literally that eyes should be blinded or teeth knocked out. Rather, the point is that the penalty for an injury done should not exceed the damage of the injury inflicted. Covenant justice under Torah is to be restorative, not retributive. The injured party must, to the extent possible, be made whole. Both parties to the conflict should then be reconciled for their own sake and the sake of the covenant community.

Yet this very human hunger for revenge and retribution remains. Nowhere is that better illustrated than in the Book of Psalms. These prayers contain numerous petitions for God to intercede in a retributive and even vindictive manner on behalf of the psalmist. At first blush, that seems altogether contrary to what Jesus teaches us. Yet the Psalms are the prayers Jesus grew up praying. No doubt they shaped his understanding of the God he called “Abba” or Father. So how does one square the pleas for retribution in the Psalms with Jesus’ call in our gospel lesson to seek reconciliation rather than retribution? How can cries for vengeance against the wicked be made to the God who takes no pleasure in the death of the wicked?

A couple of things are worth noting. First, it is easy enough for privileged progressive white, ever polite upper middle class protestants who have never been gang raped by invading troops, never seen their homes ploughed under by people seizing their property, never held the bomb shattered remains of their children in their arms to relegate the imprecatory psalms to the rubbish heap of primitive religion unworthy of their more highly evolved god consciousness. It is easy to forget that the Psalms are the prayer book of a people enslaved, conquered and exiled. The psalms give expression to a people crying out to God for justice because justice is not about to come from anywhere else. Moreover, they express faith, though sometimes only a hairs breadth, that God hears the prayers of the poor, the marginalized and neglected. Our failure to hear the psalms as good news bespeaks not a higher level of spiritual understanding and morality, but enslavement to privilege and a sense of entitlement.

Second, the Psalms are deeply human. They give voice to the full range of human experience and emotion, the good, the bad and the ugly. One of the stupidest remakes people make is, “you shouldn’t feel that way.” There is no should or should not when it comes to emotions. Feelings are neither good nor bad. They just are. The psalms do not judge human emotions. Instead, they provide us with templates for prayer expressing human feeling, emotions running the whole psychic spectrum: praise, thanksgiving, celebration, lament, anger, despair. The psalmists frequently confess their failures to live faithfully under their covenant with God. But they also do not hesitate to let God know when they feel God has not fulfilled God’s end of the covenant. The faith expressed in the psalms testifies to a God big enough to receive the prayers of our hearts-even when they are not models of faith, piety and righteous intent.

The psalmists frequently seek relief from their enemies. Often, they pray for vindication against their foes. Sometimes they demand vengeance and they are not shy about telling God just what shape God’s punishment for their enemies’ wickedness should take. It is important to note, however, that the psalmists do not take the task of punishing the wicked into their own hands. Rather, they leave the business of retribution in the hands of God where it rightfully belongs. As the prophet Jonah had to learn, God’s view of who should be punished, how, when and for what frequently differs from our myopic understandings of what justice requires. God hears the cries of the oppressed and defenseless for justice. God receives with understanding and empathy their anger, impatience and thirst for justice. More important still, God promises that “the needy shall not always be forgotten, and the hope of the poor shall not perish forever.” Psalm 9:18. But God’s way of bringing about the reign of justice does not take the shape of violence and retribution we are so prone to follow. God takes no delight in the death of the wicked, however much we might believe they richly deserve it.

Does this contradict Jesus’ call to love our enemies? I think not. Love, after all, is not a matter of feeling. It is a matter of doing. I do not have to like people in order to treat them with kindness. I do not have to approve of what people do, agree with what they believe or tolerate their abusive behavior to treat them as I would have them treat me. Love is not always gentle. To the contrary, love sometimes requires speaking discomforting truths, taking actions that offend and disrupting the false and fragile peace of complicity with evil to open the way for the genuine peace of repentance, restitution and reconciliation. Love does, however, require that I renounce retributive justice, foreswear revenge and renounce coercive force. Punishment, retribution and payback, if there is to be such, is the sole prerogative of God. Jesus’ disciples are given to understand that their sole responsibility is to love their neighbor even as they are loved by God.           

Here is a poem by Ethan Chua expressing both the exasperation arising from theft and a genuine effort to understand the thief and recognize a kinship with him or her.

To the stranger who stole my bike

—the lock cut in two. Now I have to walk

to Our Lady and St. Joseph, through

the sparse needlework of deciduous

branches. It turns out we still need

each other—stranger, maybe

you saw the black and orange chassis

and thought speed, something sleek

to meet the headwinds; maybe warm

meals for the week or a present for someone

you hurt and love; or maybe you’d make

of its handlebars and spokes better use

than I could, as forest floor mycelia

spin carbon, nitrogen from muck—

I was so angry with you. The date I’d planned 

for Saturday fell through, a friend

vanished from my life last week.

The fossil news from Baku, bleak, and suffering

in Lebanon, Sudan, Syria, Palestine.

All things that can be taken, what you thought

was yours, that everything changes hands, and I—

I was late. The mass was almost over,

the voices nearly finished with their singing.

Bread, water, some kind of stolen grace

flashed past me on two wheels in the wind.

December was late. Outside the ash

was watching itself end 

and time ride with the thief.

Source: Poetry (July/August 2026) Ethan Chua (they, them) is a Chinese-Filipino poet, scholar, comic book writer, and community organizer. Their poetry has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and published in The Journal, while their translations of poems from Filipino to English can be found in Asymptote and Alchemy. They are currently pursuing a Master’s degree in International and World History. You can sample more of Ethan Chua’s poetry at the Poetry Foundation website.