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Learning to Miss What Is Lost

FOURTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST

Exodus 32:7-14

Psalm 51:1-10

1 Timothy 1:12-17

Luke 15:1-10

Prayer of the Day: O God, overflowing with mercy and compassion, you lead back to yourself all those who go astray. Preserve your people in your loving care, that we may reject whatever is contrary to you and may follow all things that sustain our life in your Son, Jesus Christ, our Savior and Lord.

“Just so, I tell you, there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who need no repentance.” Luke 15:7.

“Which one of you,” Jesus asked, “having a hundred sheep and losing one of them, does not leave the ninety-nine in the wilderness and go after the one that is lost until he finds it?” Luke 15:4. Well, I for one. Understand that in First Century Palestine sheep were not cuddly little pets. They were commercial commodities-like turnips. You wouldn’t expect a truck driver carrying a load of turnips to pull his rig over to the side of I-95, leave it parked precariously at the side of the interstate and walk back more than a mile to pick up one turnip that might have fallen off the truck and that has probably already been squashed. And the woman who lost the coin? Why the drama? Coins, unlike sheep, don’t wander off. The missing one is doubtless somewhere in the house. It will most likely turn up in the next thorough house cleaning.

If these stories do not make much practical sense, it is because they are not supposed to. The reign of God is not a load of turnips. Human beings are not fungible commodities. Each one is unique, essential to God’s creative intent for the world and irreplaceable. The jigsaw puzzle of God’s creative vision can never be complete without the full number of component parts. Anyone who has ever completed or tried to complete a jigsaw puzzle knows that you can’t just shrug off a missing piece or two. The missing piece must be found and incorporated into the whole if there is to be a whole. God’s new heaven and new earth are like a jigsaw puzzle in this respect: 99.9% is not good enough.  

These parables were unsettling to Jesus’ opponents because they suggested that “sinners,” those people excluded from the community of the faithful, were actually essential to making the community whole. I must confess that they are equally unsettling to me. There are some sheep I hope will never be found and returned to the flock. Who wants to see Jeffrey Epstein and Ghislaine Maxwell brought into the reign of God to dwell among their victims? Closer to home, I can think of many people who throughout my lifetime have deeply wronged me, my family and friends. I hope that I have forgiven them. I know that I do not wish for them to suffer eternal punishment. But I do not want to see them again or have them be any part of my future. I cannot imagine enjoying God’s gentle reign of justice and peace with them in it.

But that is the point of parables, isn’t it? They are designed to unsettle us. They rattle our assumptions, question our deepest convictions and reveal to us the poverty of our imaginations. Parables challenge us to see beyond the limitations imposed by our biases, our grudges and the pain we bear from wounds we have incurred at the hands of others. I might prefer a world populated by people with whom I am compatible. I can say to my credit that such a world would be well populated. I have been compatible with nearly all the people I have met over the years. There have been only a few people in my life, so few that I can probably count them on the fingers of one hand, that I have found impossible to endure. Problem is, those are the ones about whom Jesus is particularly concerned. As much as I would like to lose these folks, Jesus is bent on finding them. Therefore, much to my annoyance and contrary to what the late Tim LaHaye would have us believe, no one gets “left behind.”  

Another reason why these parables are so disturbing is that they run contrary to our proclivity for haste and ease. It is faster and easier to resolve difficult congregational issues by taking a vote, no matter how many people are left angry and alienated, than it is to take the time necessary to work through conflicts, seek common ground and build together a less than perfect solution with which we can all live. It is easier to drive troublesome members out of the church than to listen to their concerns, understand the source of their hostility and attempt to reconcile them. War is the most horrifying manifestation of human impatience and our willingness to take shortcuts to achieve a measure of peace. Military logic holds that the exercise of might on the side of right resolves conflict quickly, finally and absolutely. Although lives must be sacrificed in the process, the loss of a sheep or two is a small price to pay for securing the safety and welfare of the flock.

Military logic is not the logic of Jesus. The oneness Jesus seeks for his church and which God seeks for the world cannot be achieved simply by discarding, eliminating or forcing into submission people who are obstinate, resistant or simply do not fit in with our notions of what the reign of God should look like. However much it may vex our impatient, result oriented souls, God will take whatever time God must take to reconcile all things in Christ to God’s self. God will spend as much effort, as much searching and as much time as required to find that one missing sheep, that one lost coin, that one obstinate soul. And whether the rest of us like it or not, neither God nor God’s people are going anywhere without them.

Saint Paul reminds us that “our struggle is not against blood and flesh but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers of this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.” Ephesians 6:12. However much we may despise hateful ideologies and the violence to which they give rise and compelled though we are to speak out against and resist them, Paul would have us remember that people who espouse them and live by them are not the real enemy. They are enslaved by evil and as much victims of it as those they oppress. By directing our anger toward them, we are merely doing the bidding of the malicious evil we claim to hate and, in the process, being transformed into its likeness. Regardless who prevails on the battlefield, the devil is the only winner in every angry, violent and spiteful conflict.

In times like these when racism, homophobic bigotry, misogyny and xenophobia loom so large on the horizon and violent rhetoric floods the headlines, airwaves and cyberspace, the temptation for many of us is to give up on reconciliation and to fight fire with fire. It is easy to forget that people are more than what they appear to be when we see them at their worst. It is easy to forget that, however marred and distorted by sin, every person is a being that bears our Creator’s image. Sunday’s gospel reminds us that God hates nothing that God has made, that God will not settle for anything less than the reconciliation of the whole human family, that God gives up no one for lost. To the contrary, it is for the lost that Jesus comes. Our challenge is to learn to miss what is lost and long for its redemption with our God’s passionate love.

Jesus has no interest in obliterating his enemies. Rather, he seeks to reconcile them and draw them with his persuasive love under the gentle, just and peaceful reign of God. Like the tormented father in the parable of the Prodigal Son, Jesus stands on wounded feet between his warring siblings, reaching out with pierced hands to reconcile them and draw them together into the celebration of the angels over the lost who have been found. That is where Jesus’ disciples are called to stand as well.

Here is a poem reflecting the potential for reconciliation and restoration of a relationship seemingly lost, but reborn in unexpected friendship. One can perhaps see in it a parable of redemption and new creation.

Enemies

For many a year

A sordid grudge we bore,

But now when he comes down the street

He lingers at my door.

For Time is closing in,

And age forgives its debts,

When family falls away like mist,

And memory forgets.

Now, as we sit and talk

Under the mulberry tree,

The only friend I have in life

Is my old enemy.

Source: Poetry, July, 1930. Agnes Lee (1868 – 1939) was an American poet and translator. She was born in Chicago, but educated at a boarding school in Vevey, Switzerland. Lee wrote a collection of children’s verse and published her first poem in 1899. She subsequently wrote several other books of poetry and translated Théophile Gautier’s Enamels and Cameos and Other Poems in 1903. In 1926, Lee received the guarantor’s prize from Poetry Magazine. You can read more about Agnes Lee and sample more of her poetry at the Poetry Foundation Website.

The Cross and Consumerism

THIRTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST

Deuteronomy 30:15-20

Psalm 1

Philemon 1-21

Luke 14:25-33

Prayer of the Day: Direct us, O Lord God, in all our doings with your continual help, that in all our works, begun, continued, and ended in you, we may glorify your holy name; and finally, by your mercy, bring us to everlasting life, through Jesus Christ, our Savior and Lord.

“Whoever does not carry the cross and follow me cannot be my disciple.” Luke 14:27.

Let’s face it. This saying is cliché. Bearing one’s cross has become a tame metaphor denoting whatever unpleasant circumstance one must endure for the sake of some greater good or simply because there is no getting around it. That is why those of us preaching this text need to remind our hearers that it is Jesus speaking here. For him, the cross was no metaphor. It was a particularly slow, cruel, painful and humiliating means of execution. As articulately expressed by the late Howard Yoder, “The cross of Calvary was not a difficult family situation, not a frustration of visions of personal fulfillment, a crushing debt or a nagging in-law; it was the political, legally to be expected result of a moral clash with the powers ruling his society.”[1] The way Jesus lived led to the way he died. Disciples of Jesus who strive to live in his way have no reason to expect any different result.

This is a message quite different from the one proclaimed by most mainline churches these days looking to increase their membership. Open any publication to the religious ad page and you will find churches falling all over each other with promises of good fellowship, wonderful activities, great music, fine preaching, free coffee and pastries, youth programs, young adult programs, activities and outings for the elderly. You could easily get the impression from these ads that the church is a service organization existing for the benefit of its members rather than a community dedicated to living the way of Jesus in a culture hostile to him and the reign of God he proclaims. Lured in by the promise of these benefits, it should hardly surprise us that these prospects balk when we start speaking about tithing, service and sacrificing all for the sake of God’s reign. How can you blame them? They have been subjected to a classic “bait and switch.” They were promised fun and games only to find out they have been signed up for martyrdom.

The problem with treating the church as a consumer product is that, well, it draws consumers. Consumers consume. They come, they drink the coffee, eat the donuts and move on to the next entertainment. You cannot expect them to remain after they have used up all your benefits, much less offer their time, talents and treasure to sustain your ministry. That is why Jesus was not interested in attracting consumers. He was interested in calling people into the new reality of God’s inbreaking kingdom. Jesus was not interested in increasing the size of his following. He was interested in making disciples. Moreover, while Jesus never turned away anyone in need of healing, forgiveness and mercy, he was quite selective when it came to choosing his disciples. He was not afraid to tell would be followers that they were not yet ready for discipleship. Jesus did not hide the costs or sugarcoat the risks involved with following him. He did not have to do that. Jesus understood that when one is drawn into the reign of God, when one catches a glimpse of the new life it offers, no price is too high, no danger too formidable and no sacrifice too dear.

The gospel is good news, so good that it does not need to be hidden under a slew of promised benefits. It is not some foul medicine that requires a “spoon full of sugar” to get it down. Still, Jesus’ language here is difficult to digest. “…none of you can become my disciple if you do not give up all your possessions.” “Whoever comes to me and does not hate father and mother, wife and children, brothers and sisters, yes, and even life itself, cannot be my disciple.” But perhaps these words tell us precisely what we need to hear. Consumerism is not only a problem for the culture of the church. It constitutes our American lifestyle driven by an economy that generates profits by stoking our insatiable appetite for “more.” The earth, by capitalist logic, is reduced to a mere ball of limited resources to be exploited in producing ever more products to satisfy an endless hunger for greater prosperity benefiting the few at the expense of the many. It is based on an ideology of scarcity, designed to convince us that the world is a shrinking pie. There is not enough for everybody. So you had better grab your piece now before it is all gone. The greed, fear, anxiety and cynicism generated by our consumerist existence breeds an addiction to accumulation of stuff we don’t need, distorts our closest relationships with envy, distrust and resentment and infects every aspect of our lives with unease and dissatisfaction. We must come to hate this life distorted by consumerism, the way in which it has twisted and deformed our relationships and the anxiety it generates as we yearn for all the things we cannot obtain and fret over losing what we have.

I think Augustine, Bishop of Hippo and one of the greatest teachers of the church, can help us here. He observes that, odd as it may seem, sin is driven by the same engine as righteousness, namely, love. The problem is that human love is fundamentally disordered. Created to love God and, through that pure love, to love the neighbor and enjoy the world God made, human love is easily directed toward lesser things, things which often are good in themselves, but lethal when they are allowed to become the object of love which ought to be directed first and foremost toward God alone. Disordered love is hurtful, dangerous and destructive. Some of the cruelest acts committed by parents against their children are accompanied by the words, “I am doing this because I love you.” Some of the most atrocious acts of barbarism have been done in the name of patriotism, love of country and defense of freedom. Acts done in the name of God can be especially ruthless when faith is directed at a deity other than the God who is love. Love of country, love of family and enjoyment of the fruit of one’s labors, all appropriate “loves,” can morph into nationalism, domestic abuse and avarice when they are allowed to become dominant. That is the sort of consumptive love from which Jesus would liberate us. It is the sort of distorted love we need to learn to hate.  

Though there is much to be said for a disciplined focus on the lectionary texts, I believe this is one instance in which it may be necessary to reach beyond the appointed readings to preach faithfully the good news we call gospel. The communal practices of the early believers in the Book of Acts provide a striking contrast to the way of consumerism:

“All who believed were together and had all things in common; they would sell their possessions and goods and distribute the proceeds to all, as any had need. Day by day, as they spent much time together in the temple, they broke bread at home and ate their food with glad and generous hearts, praising God and having the goodwill of all the people.” Acts 2:44-47.

“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.

Also instructive are the books of Leviticus and Deuteronomy, both of which outline an economy designed to serve all people rather than to exploit the many for the benefit of the few. In a world dominated by politically oppressive and economically consumptive empires and petty kingdoms, Israel was to be a “light,” a flashing neon sign telling the rest of the world that “it doesn’t have to be this way.” The whole point of the church is to be a community displaying a different way to be human, an alternative way of life to the unsustainable dead end of consumerism. Jesus challenges us to re-evaluate and change radically our relationship to the One we claim to worship, our relationships to one another and our relationship to the things we claim to possess. To a world hell bent on consuming itself, the church is the community tasked with shouting out, “Hey folks! It doesn’t have to be this way.”

Here are two related poems by Wendell Berry articulating the frightening end to which a consumer culture leads us while reminding us that we have not yet arrived at that terrible end. It is a blend of foreboding and fragile hope that should resonate with all who long for God’s alternative reign of justice and peace.

XX & XXI from Sabbath Poems

XX

Even while I dreamed I prayed that what I saw was only fear and no foretelling,
for I saw the last known landscape destroyed for the sake


of the objective, the soil bludgeoned, the rock blasted.
Those who had wanted to go home would never get there now.

I visited the offices where for the sake of the objective the planners planned
at blank desks set in rows. I visited the loud factories
where the machines were made that would drive ever forward
toward the objective. I saw the forest reduced to stumps and gullies; I saw
the poisoned river, the mountain cast into the valley;
I came to the city that nobody recognized because it looked like every other city.
I saw the passages worn by the unnumbered
footfalls of those whose eyes were fixed upon the objective.

Their passing had obliterated the graves and the monuments
of those who had died in pursuit of the objective
and who had long ago forever been forgotten, according
to the inevitable rule that those who have forgotten forget
that they have forgotten. Men, women, and children now pursued the objective
as if nobody ever had pursued it before.

The races and the sexes now intermingled perfectly in pursuit of the objective.
the once-enslaved, the once-oppressed were now free
to sell themselves to the highest bidder
and to enter the best paying prisons
in pursuit of the objective, which was the destruction of all enemies,
which was the destruction of all obstacles, which was the destruction of all objects,
which was to clear the way to victory, which was to clear the way to promotion, to salvation, to progress,
to the completed sale, to the signature
on the contract, which was to clear the way
to self-realization, to self-creation, from which nobody who ever wanted to go home
would ever get there now, for every remembered place
had been displaced; the signposts had been bent to the ground and covered over.

Every place had been displaced, every love
unloved, every vow unsworn, every word unmeant
to make way for the passage of the crowd
of the individuated, the autonomous, the self-actuated, the homeless
with their many eyes opened toward the objective
which they did not yet perceive in the far distance,
having never known where they were going,
having never known where they came from.

XXI

I was wakened from my dream of the ruined world by the

          sound

of rain falling slowly onto the dry earth of my place in time.

On the parched garden, the cracked-open pastures,

the dusty grape leaves, the brittled grass, the drooping

          foliage of the woods,

fell still the quiet rain.

Source: The Peace of Wild Things, Wendell Berry (c. 1964 by Wendell Berry; pub. by Penguin Books). Wendell Berry (b. 1934) is a poet, novelist, farmer and environmental activist. He is an elected member of the Fellowship of Southern Writers, a recipient of The National Humanities Medal and the Jefferson Lecturer for 2012. He is 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] The Politics of Jesus, Howard, John Howard, (c. 1972 by William B. Eerdmans Publishing Company) I am mindful that there are some who might find objectionable my citation to the work of John Howard Yoder given his history of predatory conduct. I addressed this issue in my post entitled The Perils of Eradicating Evil. While I do not wish to dismiss or minimize the harm Yoder has inflicted, neither do I feel comfortable expressing his views, even with some slight changes in verbiage, as though they were my own. As despicable as Yoder’s behavior surely was, it cannot justify my plagiarizing his work.

Disciples as Resident Aliens

TWELFTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST

Proverbs 25:6-7

Psalm 112

Hebrews 13:1-8, 15-16

Luke 14:1, 7-14

Prayer of the Day: O God, you resist those who are proud and give grace to those who are humble. Give us the humility of your Son, that we may embody the generosity of Jesus Christ, our Savior and Lord.

“For here we have no lasting city, but we are looking for the city that is to come.” Hebrews 13:14.

As those who follow me regularly know, I practiced law in New Jersey for eighteen years of my professional life. My practice consisted primarily of civil litigation. A lawsuit is a slow, cumbersome and expensive way to resolve disputes, That is why the vast majority litigants settle their claims rather than face the uncertainty and incur the expense of a jury trial. Still, there are risks on both sides of the equation. Settlement before trial risks leaving money on the table, while trying the case can result in no recovery at all. A case might appear strong and promise a big money judgment. But good attorneys know that they don’t know what they don’t know. That is why before an attorney tries a case or recommends settlement, the attorney assesses the value of the case, the strengths and weaknesses of the evidence on both sides. To facilitate this process, the rules of court have established procedures for what is called “discovery.” Attorneys on both sides of the case are permitted, within limits, to demand documents and examine the parties and their witnesses under oath prior to trial.

This might all sound straightforward. But it is not. Take document demands, for example. Documents may contain a wealth of information, but not all of it is subject to disclosure. A document may contain relevant information that is discoverable, but also information about a party or witness that is personal, private and unrelated to the case. Or the document might contain references to communications between the parties and their attorneys. As such, they would be exempt from the requirement from disclosure by the “attorney client privilege.” Thus, when attorneys produce documents to the opposing side, they take care to redact (black out) those portions of the document they believe constitute protected information. Naturally, attorneys interpret these legal protections as broadly as possible to avoid disclosing as much information as possible, particularly if they regard that information as harmful to their case. This, in turn, results in numerous applications to the court which must review the documents to ensure that the information redacted is, in fact, legally protected. Thus, every attorney knows that when documents are produced, the juiciest pieces of information are the ones that have been blacked out.

The above passage from the Letter to the Hebrews has, for reasons known only to God and the creators of the lectionary, been redacted from our reading today. Quite predictably, it is both juicy and relevant. The author admonishes his hearers “Do not be carried away by all kinds of strange teachings…” Hebrews 13:9. Understand that the writer is addressing a catastrophic horror experienced by disciples of Jesus along with all Jews generally, namely, the sack of Jerusalem and the destruction of the Temple in 70 C.E. Central to much of First Century Judaism, the temple appears to have been highly significant to early disciples of Jesus who also identified as Jews. Luke’s gospel begins and ends in the Temple. According to the Book of Acts, the temple was one of the earliest places of worship for the disciples. The temple’s destruction, frequently thought to be a sign the end times, was deemed the harbinger God’s reign. All four gospels discourage this expectation, which leads one to believe that it must have been present among early believers.

The believers addressed in the Letter to the Hebrews appear to have come unmoored, not knowing quite where they are geographically, historically or religiously. The temple and holy city had been destroyed, but the reign of God did not come. The disciple’s connection to the larger Jewish community was fraying.[1] Persecution, though not yet at the point of requiring martyrdom, was afflicting the community. Under these circumstances, communities are vulnerable to “all kinds of strange teachings,” baseless rumors and wild conspiracy theories that promise to make sense out of their fears, give them certainty and help them find direction. The QAnon phenomenon is a good contemporary example of what can happen when people are disoriented by a world that is unsettled, uncertain and changing just too damned fast. The temptation is strong to grab at any explanation that makes sense out of a senseless world, no matter how lacking in sense that explanation is.   

The author of the anonymous letter to the Hebrews acknowledges these realities of disappointed hope, uncertainty and persecution, but goes on to point out that they are not anomalies. To the contrary, rootlessness, exile, alien status and even the life of the fugitive are the very nature of discipleship. After delivering a stirring roll call of heroes of faith from the Hebrew Scriptures who faced the very dangers the community is now experiencing, the author points out that “these died in faith without having received the promises, but from a distance they saw and greeted them. They confessed that they were strangers and foreigners on the earth, for people who speak in this way make it clear that they are seeking a homeland. If they had been thinking of the land that they had left behind, they would have had opportunity to return. But as it is, they desire a better homeland, that is, a heavenly one.”  Hebrews 11:13-16.

This message is critical for a church dwelling in a world that is increasingly nationalistic, tribalistic and divided along the fault lines of politics, religion and morality. These words from the book of Hebrews are critical and liberating for a church that, for most of the two millennia of its existence, has served as the moral and religious organ of one state or another. The extent to which the church has become symbiotically related to the state is nowhere better illustrated than in eastern Europe where Russian Orthodox Christians and Ukrainian Orthodox Christians are killing each other. The same nationalistic heresy is found in our American churches, most of which still sport the American flag in their sanctuaries and bless their nation’s wars on civic occasions. Clearly, however, in circumstances under which Christians answer the call to kill human beings made in God’s image in the name of nation, ideology, family honor or some other high cause, they are rejecting the reign of God and the City which alone is home to God’s pilgrim people and whose witness is to the one, holy, catholic and apostolic church transcending all humanly created artificial distinctions within the human family. To be a disciple of Jesus is to be first, foremost and always a citizen of the City of God. We reside elsewhere only as resident aliens.   

 The great theologian, preacher and teacher, Karl Barth addressed this ailment in 1914 at the outbreak of the First World War:

“In the political sphere the Church will always and in all circumstances be interested primarily in human beings and not in some abstract cause or other, whether it be anonymous capital or the state as such (the functioning of its departments!) or the honor of the nation or the progress of civilization or culture or the idea, however conceived, of the historical development of the human race.” Karl Barth, Community, State and Church.

Here is a Black spiritual, the authorship of which is unknown. Suffice to say that it was produced within a community that understands better than most American Christians what it means to be a resident alien in a land that his both hostile to God’s reign and to God’s people.

Poor Wayfaring Stranger

I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger,
I’m trav’ling through this world below;
There is no sickness, toil, nor danger,
In that bright world to which I go.
I’m going there to see my father,
I’m going there no more to roam;
I’m just a going over Jordan,
I’m just a going over home.

I know dark clouds will gather o’er me,
I know my pathway’s rough and steep;
But golden fields lie out before me,
Where weary eyes no more shall weep.
I’m going there to see my mother,
She said she’d meet me when I come;
I’m just a going over Jordan,
I’m just a going over home.

I want to sing salvations story,
In concert with the blood-washed band;
I want to wear a crown of glory,
When I get home to that good land.
I’m going there to see my brothers,
They passed before me one by one;
I’m just a going over Jordan,
I’m just a going over home.

I’ll soon be free from every trial,
This form will rest beneath the sod;
I’ll drop the cross of self-denial,
And enter in my home with God.
I’m going there to see my Saviour,
Who shed for me His precious blood;
I’m just a going over Jordan,
I’m just a going over home.

Source: American Religious Poems, Edited by Harold Bloom and Jesse Zuba (c. 2006 by Literary Classics of the United States). The origins of this song/poem are unclear. It may have multiple religious and cultural influences. The use of coded language common in Negro spirituals points to African American origins. The “crossing the River Jordan” may refer to crossing the Ohio River on the journey north to freedom. The “way” that is “rough and steep” could easily refer to the arduous and dangerous journey through the southern slave states and the “beauteous fields” that “lie just before” to the promise of a life of liberty in Canada or the northern states. In 1905 Black composer Samuel Coleridge-Taylor included the poem under the title “Pilgrim’s Song” in a set of piano arrangements based on melodies from African American hymnody. Over the last century it has found its way into a number of mainline hymnals but not, alas, into our Lutheran books of worship.


[1] It is perhaps a desire to remain rooted in the Jewish community that made some members of the church addressed in Hebrews overly concerned with “regulations about food.” Hebrews 13:9.

Sabbath-Pushing Back Against the Work Ethic

ELEVENTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST

Isaiah 58:9b-14

Psalm 103:1-8

Hebrews 12:18-29

Luke 13:10-17

Prayer of the Day: O God, mighty and immortal, you know that as fragile creatures surrounded by great dangers, we cannot by ourselves stand upright. Give us strength of mind and body, so that even when we suffer because of human sin, we may rise victorious through your Son, Jesus Christ, our Savior and Lord.

“…the leader of the synagogue, indignant because Jesus had cured on the Sabbath, kept saying to the crowd, ‘There are six days on which work ought to be done; come on those days and be cured and not on the Sabbath day.’” Luke 13:14.

“…ought not this woman, a daughter of Abraham whom Satan bound for eighteen long years, be set free from this bondage on the Sabbath day?” Luke 13:16.

Technically speaking, the leader of the synagogue was right. Work ought not to be done on the Sabbath. The Sabbath was given to protect us from the tyranny of work. That is not to say that work is evil. To the contrary, the first human beings were tasked with caring for God’s garden in paradise. Work is a blessing. It is the means by which we care for the earth and for one another. Accordingly, when properly directed and exercised, it gives meaning, purpose and direction to life. But like all of God’s blessings, it has the potential to become a curse when the gift is elevated above the Giver or when it becomes a tool of greed and oppression rather than an instrument of service.

Our relationship to work in American capitalist society is complex to say the least. We tend to view labor as a commodity and judge the worth of individuals by the market value of their skills and the work of which they are capable. As a result, manual labor requiring few skills but demanding strenuous effort is considered cheap. The people who perform it are underpaid, overworked, often lack essential medical coverage and are seldom able to save enough to live their final days in dignity and security. These people often work in dangerous and unsanitary conditions doing jobs that upper middle class Americans would never do. Yet without this army of workers who clean our restrooms, collect our garbage, clean our offices, harvest our fruits and vegetables, slaughter and process our meat, deliver goods to the supermarkets and stack the shelves, our everyday lives would grind to a halt. Their value and the labor they contribute far exceeds their compensation.

Work is an obsession with us. The worst insult you can fling at anyone of us is to call us lazy. We take a perverse pride in letting everyone know how busy we are, how much we have to do and how little time we have for anything other than work. I internalized that compulsion early on and brought it with me into my ministerial career. Whenever asked how I was doing by a family member, a member of my church or a colleague, my reflex answer was “busy,” whether I really was or not. When serving my parish in New Jersey, one of my guilty pleasures was taking a walk to the Dairy Queen a couple of blocks from my office to enjoy a small hot fudge sundae. I say “guilty,” because there was always that voice in back of my head reminding me of everything else I could be doing. There were always hospital visits to be made, meetings to prepare for and worship planning to be done. In reality, the half hour I spent eating ice cream had no substantial effect on my ability to get these things done. No matter how many hours I worked or how much effort I put into my job, there were always loose ends, unfinished tasks and more to be done than a day would allow. But something inside me would not accept that. Because there is no end to all that needs to be done, there should be no end to my efforts. I knew, of course, that working too hard makes one less productive, less effective and less satisfied with one’s job. In spite of this knowledge, my compulsive drive to be at work usually won out. Ultimately, this obsession with work takes a toll on our physical and mental health. I had just enough will power to get enough rest to avoid that.

The Sabbath was given to protect us from the dangers of work by keeping it in its proper place. If nothing else, forcing us to spend a day doing nothing reminds us that we can put our work aside and, lo and behold, the sun still rises the next morning. The Bible tells us that God rested on the seventh day following creation. If God can put aside God’s work and rest, can we really say with a straight face that our work is so urgent and so important we cannot afford to put it aside for half a hour’s rest?

Though we in the Christian tradition have associated Sabbath with worship, it is more properly understood as a labor law. Recall that at the time the Torah was revealed to Moses, the people of Israel had been newly liberated from slavery in Egypt. Slaves of imperial Egypt were regarded in much the same way as laborers are considered in late capitalist America. They were fungible units, valued by the amount of work that could be squeezed out of them. God did not intend for Israel to become another Egypt. Accordingly, God mandated a day of rest to be observed by everyone, including slaves, animals and even the land itself. In Israel, labor was to be focused on producing food and shelter for all, including those unable to feed and shelter themselves. It was not to be exploited to enrich the few at the expense of the many or for empire building. No one should be crushed under the tyranny of uncompensated labor.

On its face, the objection of the synagogue leader seems reasonable. There are six days on which this woman could have come to be healed. Moreover, she had only to wait until sundown when the Sabbath ended. Her condition was not urgent-she had been living with it for eighteen years. So why the rush? Why not wait a few hours until after the Sabbath? The answer is precisely because this was a Sabbath day, the day of rest for all God’s people and all of creation. Take it from me, a person does not get much rest when the back is hurting. If you are permitted to water your domestic animals on the Sabbath so that they can enjoy their rest, should not the same apply to a human being deprived of rest by chronic pain and disability? What better time to lift the yoke of suffering than on God’s Sabbath? So far from violating the Sabbath, Jesus was honoring it by extending the rest it promises to the crippled woman in our gospel lesson.

Jesus is not, as some of us in the Christian tradition have maintained, abrogating the Sabbath. He does not regard it as a legalistic burden that can safely be ignored. To the contrary, Jesus takes the Sabbath far more seriously than does the leader of the synagogue. Jesus would extend the reach of Sabbath rest to all who find themselves excluded from it. So we need to ask ourselves, who are those among us excluded from Sabbath rest? Can we recognize them among low wage earners holding down two, sometimes three jobs only to live paycheck to paycheck? Can we recognize those denied Sabbath rest by medical insurers who routinely deny coverage for treatment to the most ill and vulnerable among us? Have we excluded ourselves from Sabbath rest by our manic obsession with success, wealth and recognition? How is Jesus inviting us to enter into Sabbath rest and extend that rest to our neighbors?

Here is a poem by Stanley Bradshaw expressing the longing for the kind of sustaining rest human beings need to be nourished, restored and re-inspired to live will.

Restful Ground

I have known solitudes, but none has been

Such as I seek this hour: a place so still

That the darkened grasses wake to no sound at all

Nor float their shadowy fingers in a wind.

I have known quiet in places without dark trees;

But after this clanging of hours, I seek a silence

Where the only motion is the quiet breathing

Of dark boughs gazing on the restful ground.

Source: Poetry, (March 1931). Stanley Burnshaw (1906 –2005) was an American poet. In addition to poetry, he is known for his works on social justice.  Raised by his parents who immigrated from England, Burnshaw was born and brought up in New York City. He began his secondary education at the University of Pittsburgh, transferred to Columbia University and then transferred back to the University of Pittsburgh where he earned his bachelor’s degree. After traveling throughout Europe, he returned to New York where he earned a master’s degree at New York University. Bradshaw held several positions early in his career, including assistant copywriter, advertising manager, drama critic and occasional book reviewer. He first became the editor-in-chief for the Cordon Company in New York, then president and editor-in-chief of the Dryden Press, a firm he started. Dryden merged with Holt, Rinehart and Winston in the late 1950s. Throughout his career, Burnshaw published many works of prose and poetry as well as books and editorials. He remained active in these and many other aspects of his career until his death in September 2005. You can read more about Stanley Burnshaw and sample more of his poetry at the Poetry Foundation website.

In Defense of Polarization

TENTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST

Jeremiah 23:23-29

Psalm 82

Hebrews 11:29—12:2

Luke 12:49-56

Prayer of the Day: O God, judge eternal, you love justice and hate oppression, and you call us to share your zeal for truth. Give us courage to take our stand with all victims of bloodshed and greed, and, following your servants and prophets, to look to the pioneer and perfecter of our faith, your Son, Jesus Christ, our Savior and Lord.

“Do you think that I have come to bring peace to the earth? No, I tell you, but rather division!” Luke 12:51.

I recently heard a speaker at a Christian gathering say, “I am glad this country is polarized. I wish it were more polarized.” That remark sent some shock waves through the audience. I don’t doubt Jesus’ remarks had much the same effect. We usually view polarization, division and dissension as harmful and destructive. Many times, they are. I have lived through family rifts, church conflicts and political upheavals that disrupted the efforts of communities to pursue the common good, led churches to disband, ended friendships and alienated family members from one another. There is no question that polarization is destructive and contrary to God’s mission of reconciling the world to God’s self.

That said, there is something worse than polarization and conflict. Far worse than open conflict is a false peace offered by prophets, preachers and demagogues who “treat[] the wound of [God’s] people carelessly, saying, ‘peace, peace,’ when there is no peace.” Jeremiah 6:14. Far worse it is to remain silent in the face of comforting lies, cruelty and injustice, all for the sake of avoiding conflict, than to speak a hard truth rupturing the façade of a false peace that hides, shelters and perpetuates evil. Our wounded world cannot be healed with soothing words assuring it that all is well, no repentance is required and the status quo is the way things are and should always be. Such peace is no peace at all. It is poles apart from the peace God wills for our planet.

In order for the peace of God to reign, peace that follows justice, repentance and reconciliation in just that order, the false peace resting on the appeasement of evil, toleration of injustice and blindness to the suffering and persecution of our neighbors must be shattered. I suggest that the job of a disciple of Jesus in days such as these is to be a disturber of the peace. There can be no peaceful coexistence with a government that uses its military against peaceful protesters, sends masked goons to snatch honest and hardworking people from their homes, schools and places of work, divides families, propagates racist propaganda, ruthlessly persecutes transgender families and their children and denies medical care and treatment to the most vulnerable among us. These are not the ways of a righteous nation. They are the ways of an evil empire, the likes of which Jesus condemns in his parable of the last judgment and John of Patmos foretells destruction in the book of Revelation. There is no middle ground between equality and racism, rapists and their victims, truth and “alternative facts,” otherwise known as “lies.” There is no middle ground between the peace of God’s reign over a new creation and the fragile peace of despots and cowardly subjects desperately holding together the crumbling remnants of the old. Standing with Jesus sometimes means standing against your country, standing against members of your church or even standing against your own family.

I have previously related the story of Clarence Jordan and his part in founding Koinonia Farm. I think that story bears repeating here. Recall that Koinonia Farm was an intentional Christian community established in the State of Georgia back in 1942. It continues as a vital witness to the gospel to this day. Clarence Jordan intended for Koinonia to be a “demonstration plot for the Kingdom of God.”  For him, this meant a community of believers sharing life and following the example of the first Christian communities as described in the Acts of the Apostles. In order to bear witness to the church as a family in which there is no Jew or Greek, slave or free, male or female, Koinonia was constituted from its inception as a place where African Americans lived side by side with their white sisters and brothers. Not surprisingly, Koinonia Farm was a frequent target of Klan hostility and government initiated opposition in the deeply segregated south. In his book, Unleashing the Scripture, Duke University professor of religion and ethics Stanley Haueraus relates a pivotal incident in the story about Koinonia.

Shortly after Koinonia was founded, Georgia’s state attorney general made several attempts to outlaw the community, confiscate its property and evict the residents. Clarence Jordan sought the help of his brother Robert Jordan, a prominent lawyer with political aspirations. Clarence asked Robert to take on the defense of Koinonia Farm. According to a passage from a book written by James McClendon, the following exchange took place:

“Clarence, I can’t [represent you]. You know my political aspirations. Why, if I represented you, I might lose my job, my house, everything I’ve got.”

We might lose everything too, Bob,” [Clarence replied.]

“It’s different for you.”

“Why is it different? I remember, it seems to me, that you and I joined the church the same Sunday, as boys. I expect when we came forward the preacher asked me about the same question he did you. He asked me, ‘Do you accept Jesus as your Lord and Savior.’ And I said, ‘Yes.’ What did you say?”

“I follow Jesus, Clarence, up to a point.”

“Could that point by any chance be—the cross?”

“That’s right, [Clarence]. I follow him to the cross, but not on the cross. I’m not getting myself crucified.”

“Then, [Robert,] I don’t believe you’re a disciple. You’re an admirer of Jesus, but not a disciple. I think you ought to go back to the church you belong to, and tell them you’re an admirer and not a disciple.”

“Well now, [Robert replied,] if everyone who felt like I do did that, we wouldn’t have a church, would we?”

“The question is” Clarence said, ‘Do you have a church?’”

My own Lutheran tradition is big on giving government the benefit of the doubt. Citing (mis-citing) Saint Paul in his letter to the Romans, we have often drawn the wrong conclusion that whatever government exists has been established by God, serves as God’s minister of justice and should therefore receive the same degree of obedience as given to God.[1] Even unjust, ineffective or foolish laws must be obeyed-unless they forbid preaching of the gospel. Then and only then do we “obey God rather than human authority.” That is true, so long as we understand that proclaiming the gospel is not a matter of mere preaching, but of practicing the way of Jesus as he lived the precepts of the Sermon on the Mount which ultimately led to his execution under government authority. Showing mercy, granting protection and offering care to our neighbors who are transgender, undocumented or the victims of federal, state or local censorship requires breaking some humanly instituted laws. Discipleship requires no less, even if it splits churches, alienates long time members, divides families and triggers legal prosecution. A church divided over the gospel is far preferable to a church united under anything less.

These times call for preachers unafraid to unleash the sword of division on behalf of our most vulnerable neighbors in whom we cannot help but recognize the face of Jesus. Matthew 25:37-41. I have said it before and I will say it again: If you, as a preacher, are unable or unwilling to do this work, then for the sake of the church, for the sake of the world and for your own sake, step out of the pulpit and make way for someone who will.

Here is a poem by Denise Levertov that shatters the false and fragile peace of silence and complicity.

Goodbye to Tolerance

Genial poets, pink-faced

earnest wits—

you have given the world

some choice morsels,

gobbets of language presented

as one presents T-bone steak

and Cherries Jubilee.

Goodbye, goodbye,

                            I don’t care

if I never taste your fine food again,

neutral fellows, seers of every side.

Tolerance, what crimes

are committed in your name.

And you, good women, bakers of nicest bread,

blood donors. Your crumbs

choke me, I would not want

a drop of your blood in me, it is pumped

by weak hearts, perfect pulses that never

falter: irresponsive

to nightmare reality.

It is my brothers, my sisters,

whose blood spurts out and stops

forever

because you choose to believe it is not your business.

Goodbye, goodbye,

your poems

shut their little mouths,

your loaves grow moldy,

a gulf has split

                     the ground between us,

and you won’t wave, you’re looking

another way.

We shan’t meet again—

unless you leap it, leaving

behind you the cherished

worms of your dispassion,

your pallid ironies,

your jovial, murderous,

wry-humored balanced judgment,

leap over, un-

balanced? … then

how our fanatic tears

would flow and mingle

for joy …

Source: Breathing the Water (New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1987). Denise Levertov (1923–1997) never received a formal education. Nevertheless, she created a highly regarded body of poetry that earned her recognition as one of America’s most respected poets. Her father, Paul Philip Levertov, was a Russian Jew who converted to Christianity and subsequently moved to England where he became an Anglican minister.  Levertov grew up in a household surrounded by books and people talking about them in many languages. During World War II, Levertov pursued nurse’s training and spent three years as a civilian nurse at several hospitals in London. Levertov came to the United States in 1948, after marrying American writer Mitchell Goodman. During the 1960s Levertov became a staunch critic of the Vietnam war, a topic addressed in many of her poems of that era. Levertov died of lymphoma at the age of seventy-four. You can read more about Denise Levertov and sample more of her poetry at the Poetry Foundation Website.


[1] The reference is to Romans 13:1. Paul says no more than what Jeremiah and Isaiah said concerning Assyria and Babylon, namely, that they were being used by God as instruments of God’s judgment. Consequently, resistance to them would be futile. It is a long and speculative leap from there to conclude that Israel should support these nations in their military campaigns of conquest or that Christians should support the exploitive policies of the Roman Empire. Thus, while disciples of Jesus should pay their taxes, recycle their refuse and follow the rules of the road when operating an automobile, it does not follow that they should acquiesce, much less participate in governmental acts of oppression.

Living in the Future We Anticipate

NINTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST

Genesis 15:1-6

Psalm 33:12-22

Hebrews 11:1-3, 8-16

Luke 12:32-40

Prayer of the Day: Almighty God, you sent your Holy Spirit to be the life and light of your church. Open our hearts to the riches of your grace, that we may be ready to receive you wherever you appear, through Jesus Christ, our Savior and Lord.

“Do not be afraid, little flock, for it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom. Sell your possessions and give alms. Make purses for yourselves that do not wear out, an unfailing treasure in heaven, where no thief comes near and no moth destroys. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” Luke 12:32-34.

The reign of God is a gift. According to the scriptural witness, there is much in the world that is hostile to God’s good and gracious will for it. Human creatures, though created in God’s image, have had their hearts and minds infected hateful ideologies, violent politics and self destructive behavior. Many unspeakable horrors take place on this planet that God does not will, does not cause and does not passively allow to take place. These forces of evil will have their say, but theirs will not be the last word. God’s reign of diversity, equity and inclusion of people of every nation, tribe and tongue is the future toward which all creation is moving. And there isn’t a damn thing anybody can do about it.

The reign of God comes in God’s way, by God’s chosen means and in God’s own time. It is not God’s will “that any should perish, but that all should reach repentance.” II Peter 3:9. God’s strength is God’s patience. Our weakness is our impatience. Waiting for all to be drawn into the orbit of God’s love and woven into the fabric of God’s new creation is nearly impossible for a people raised on fast food, fast internet, fast cars and speed dating. For an impatient, fast moving “let’s get this done” kind of people, a God who raptures to heaven those of us who are ready and leaves the rest of the world to burn might sound appealing. But ours is not a God interested in saving a few souls from a sinking ship. God is intent on saving the ship. And because God has all eternity to work with, God will take whatever time is necessary to win every heart, reconcile every enemy, heal each of creation’s many wounds. It will take as long as it takes. And there isn’t a damn thing anybody can do about it.

Because the reign of God is a gift that God gives to us on God’s own terms, we are not responsible for implementing it. That is the liberating word Jesus delivers to his disciples. No need to be afraid. The kingdom is already yours. There is nothing you need to do or can do to obtain it. No one can stop it from coming. That, however, does not mean that Jesus’ disciples are to be idle. Though the reign of God is God’s future, God’s future is God’s present and God’s presence for the disciples. They are invited to live in God’s future now because, for them, the reign of God has already begun. They are free, therefore, to sell their possessions and give them for alms-a move that appears reckless and foolish to those outside of God’s reign. But as Jesus pointed out in last Sunday’s gospel narrating the parable of the “rich fool,” the pursuit of security in wealth and the power it brings is a fool’s game. The smart money is on Jesus. The only sure way to build wealth is to invest in God’s reign by building relationships with the outcast, the poor and the persecuted who are the objects of God’s passionate concern. Mercy, compassion, justice and reconciliation are the stuff out of which the new creation is made. Everything else is consigned to the trash heap.

So Jesus warns his disciples to be dressed, lit up and ready to receive the reign of God whenever it might show up. This is essential because, however distant the consummation of God’s reign might be, there is no telling when and where beams of light from its distant dawning might break into our present. There is no telling when, where and under what conditions we might have the opportunity to offer life altering assistance to a neighbor in need. There is no predicting what we might learn if only we can bridle our tongues long enough to listen. There is no telling when we might be called upon to speak truth to power or put ourselves between our vulnerable neighbors and the jaws of an oppressive regime. Jesus assures us that he walks with us in our daily lives, eager to break into our day with opportunities to live the coming reign of God in the here and now. Do not be afraid, little flock. God will give you the kingdom. Just see to it that you are watching and ready for it!

Here is a poem by Rakiya Foreman about the interplay between the transitory nature of each day and the persistence of dawn throughout its passing and at its demise as a lingering promise of the new day beyond the horizon. This persistent whisper of dawn is perhaps not unlike the reign of God which, though ever in front of us, is nonetheless ever present with us.

Whispers of Dawn

In the cradle of dawn, where shadows fade,

Whispers of light through the branches wade,

Soft as a sigh on the morning breeze,

A songbird awakens among the trees. 

Silver dewdrops on petals gleam, 

Caught on the web of a waking dream,

The earth, a canvas, dawn its brush, 

Painting the world in a tender hush.

Hues of amber, gold, and rose, 

Embrace the sky as the new day grows, 

Mountains stretch in a languid yawn, 

Welcoming the birth of dawn. 

Rivers murmur a quiet tune, 

Reflecting the light of the crescent moon,

As it bids farewell to night, 

Making way for the sun’s first light.

In the stillness, hearts find peace, 

Moments of grace in the morning’s crease,

Nature’s chorus, a symphony, 

Echoes through the land, wild and free. 

Footsteps tread on paths anew,

As dreams of night give way to dew,

Eyes wide open to the light, 

Embracing the world in morning’s sight.

A child’s laughter, pure and clear, 

Breaks the silence, brings us near,

To the simple joys of day,

As dawn gently leads the way.

The world awakes, yet holds its breath,

In the sacred stillness of morning’s death,

As the sun climbs higher, bold and bright,

We bask in the warmth of its ancient light. 

Whispers of dawn, so soft, so true,

A promise of hope in the sky’s deep blue,

Each day a gift, each dawn a chance,

To join the world in nature’s dance. 

Through the day, we carry on,

With memories of the quiet dawn,

A reminder in the hectic day,

Of morning’s soft and gentle sway.

In the cradle of dusk, shadows blend, 

Another day comes to an end,

Yet whispers of dawn linger still,

A promise of light beyond the hill.

c. 2024 by Rakiya Foreman. Rakiya Foreman grew up in a rural area where she spent much of her time outdoors. Today she lives in the big city where she enjoys writing poetry. This poem is her attempt to capture and share the awe and hope she feels each time she witnesses dawn breaking.

Discipleship in the Age of Vanity

EIGHTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST

Ecclesiastes 1:2, 12-14; 2:18-23

Psalm 49:1-12

Colossians 3:1-11

Luke 12:13-21

Prayer of the Day: Benevolent God, you are the source, the guide, and the goal of our lives. Teach us to love what is worth loving, to reject what is offensive to you, and to treasure what is precious in your sight, through Jesus Christ, our Savior and Lord.

“What do mortals get from all the toil and strain with which they toil under the sun? For all their days are full of pain, and their work is a vexation; even at night their minds do not rest. This also is vanity.” Ecclesiastes 2:22-23.

The little book of Ecclesiastes is given scant attention in the common lectionary. It is usually not the text of choice for preachers either, particularly in the United States where it runs contrary to that dominant religion that is America. Ours is the land of opportunity where everything is possible for anyone with enough grit and determination. Strain and toil build wealth, create opportunities and secure a future of ease and comfort. At least, that is how it is supposed to work. But the American dream has turned out to be a cruel hoax for many of our neighbors who work two, sometimes three jobs, yet struggle to pay the rent, put food on the table and cover medical expenses. With the passage of the “Big Beautiful Bill,” many of us will find that the American dream has sailed even further out of sight as our toil, strain and sleepless nights prove to have been in vain.

But is life any better for those of us who manage to achieve the dream? A survey of college students in the United States in 2023-2024, a group one would expect to represent the most successful families in our society, found that around 38 percent had symptoms of depression. These included loss of interest/pleasure in things once found enjoyable, feelings of sadness and hopelessness, fatigue, changes in sleep and thoughts of death or suicide.[1] Psychiatrist Claudia M. Elsig, MD observes that wealth can cloud moral judgement and distort empathy and compassion. Evidence suggests that wealthy people are disproportionately affected by addiction.[2] Studies show that anxiety suffered by children in wealthy families is 20-30% higher than it is among the less affluent, and that affluent kids are more prone to substance and alcohol abuse. Many of us who have doggedly chased the American dream and finally caught it discover that it is really a nightmare, a dead end from which there is no escape.

The words of Ecclesiastes are attributed to King Solomon.[3] Solomon reigned over the united kingdom of Israel at the peak of its wealth, power and cultural influence. Solomon’s reputation for wisdom and learning brought visitors from as far away as northern Africa. International trade flourished as Israel’s territorial acquisitions reached levels never before achieved and that would never be matched again. Of course, the Temple in Jerusalem was completed by Solomon, a structure considered one of the most impressive architectural accomplishments of the century. According to the Chronicler, “silver was as common in Jerusalem as stone.” II Chronicles 10:27. If anyone had reason to expect the happiness, satisfaction and enjoyment promised by the American dream, it was King Solomon. Yet Solomon’s great wisdom, wealth and power seem only to have sharpened his conviction that his life was empty and pointless. He reached the top only to find out that there is nothing there.

Such is the fate of the “rich  fool” in our gospel lesson. Here we meet a man who has reached the nirvana of financial security for which all of us Americans are urged by our financial advisers to strive. Accordingly, he does what most of us would probably do. He takes an early retirement. And yet, there is something a little off about this character. You would think that after landing such a windfall an ordinary guy would be down at the local waterhole with his buddies announcing that tonight, the drinks are on him.  Or you might expect him to call the wife and tell her to start packing up the kids because “we’re heading for Disney World.” But the only one this rich fool ever talks to is himself.  “I will do this: I will pull down my barns and build larger ones, and there I will store all my grain and my goods. And I will say to my soul, Soul, you have ample goods laid up for many years; relax, eat, drink, be merry.” Luke 12:18-19. “I, I, I, over and over again. Does this fellow have anyone he cares about? Anyone with whom to share his abundance? One gets the picture of this sad sack spending the rest of his life in opulent luxury, eating and drinking-alone every night for the rest of his life. Perhaps God was doing him a favor by ending his lonely, selfish and empty existence before it began.

Recall that this parable was sparked by a dispute between two brothers over their inheritance. I cannot help but wonder whether these two men were sons of the “rich fool” in the parable. Sad enough that this hollow man had nothing he cared about more than his stuff. How doubly sad for him to have fathered a couple of sons who immediately fall to quarreling over his wealth while his corpse is still warm. What a sorry and pathetic legacy! Wealthy as this man was in the conventional sense of the word, he was profoundly poverty stricken on a much deeper level. His sickness, I believe, is one that affects us all individually and corporately.

The Book of Ecclesiastes captures the emptiness and despair of a community on the verge of decline. It is the mood of an empire that no longer believes in its gods, no longer offers to its subjects a cause worth living or dying for and has no vision of the future. “What has been is what will be, and what has been done is what will be done; and there is nothing new under the sun.” Ecclesiastes 1:9. A people blind to the future and unable to see a way forward ultimately ends up looking back. They try to revive the old faith, repeat the practices of the past to which they attribute their success and turn away from the horror of their emptiness. They strive mightily to whitewash the signs of rot, spray with perfume the stink of decay and shout down every voice that dares suggest that everything is not all right. Let me say clearly that I believe what we are seeing with the MAGA movement is the last terrified gasp of an empire that can no longer believe the lies it has told itself about itself for all the years of its existence. The United States is in a terminal phase of decline. It has lost its faith in its constitution, its courts and its legislatures. Nothing remains of the confidence once placed in these quasi religious symbols, without which only raw power can hold a nation together. History more than suggests that power cannot do so for long. Whether I am right about the fate of the United States, history will be my judge. I am confident, though, that both Jesus and the preacher of Ecclesiastes have put their finger on a mortal sickness infecting our culture.

There is, of course, a gospel counterpoint to this malaise and despair, but we must be wary of drawing near too hastily. Much of what passes for gospel these days is little more than Pollyannaish optimism exhorting us to “Keep on the Sunny Side.”[4] The prophetic outlook is always one of hope, even for such as that old storm crow Jeremiah. But the promise of a new day always comes on the far side of judgment. For the prophets and for Jesus, the new creation cannot be born without the death of the old. There was no salvaging the kingdoms of Israel and Judah. Their culture of oppression, enrichment of the royal household and its cronies at the expense of the poor and their twisting of the covenant faith into a propaganda arm of the state had gone too far. A new day for the people of God would come, but not through evolution. Nothing short of revolution could bring about a fresh start.

As I see it, the most significant divide within the Body of Christ today is not between modernists and fundamentalists, conservatives and liberals, high church and low church or on any point of doctrine. The most significant divide is between those of us who envision the reign of God implemented incrementally through reforms in the existing order and those of us who view the old order as an impediment to God’s reign that must be removed. Most of us reared in American Christianity fall among the former. Our clergy pray regularly for the nation at civic events, often blessing its wars and lionizing its warriors. Our ministries are embedded in the United States Armed Forces with chaplains owing a dual allegiance to the nation and to the God and Father of Jesus Christ confessed in our creeds. Whether we are Christian nationalists seeking to transform our government into an instrument for imposing some kind of religious moral culture on the United States, or whether we are progressives seeking justice through incremental reforms, the underlying assumption is the same: the future lies in a renewed America. We are all trying to save America because we cannot imagine a future without it or face the existential horror of its demise.

I am afraid that those of us American Christians prepared to look beyond the American dream for a new day will need to sit with the preacher in Ecclesiastes for a while. We will need to learn again to pray psalms of lament that see no reason for hope in the world around us. For the only good news to be had is the assurance that the God of the enslaved, the oppressed, the hungry and despondent-the God of the cross-hears our prayers. “The Lord works vindication for the oppressed.” Psalm 103:6. But we might have to wait four hundred years under the lash of the oppressor before it comes. We might need to spend a generation in Exile before the way into the land of promise opens up. We may cry out with the psalmist, “How long, O Lord?” but receive only silence in reply. In the meantime, we plant seeds we may never see take root. We plant trees from which we will never taste the fruit. We do as much justice as we can, practice as much kindness as opportunity affords, even when it is not enough to bring about the change we long for, even when it does not make a difference, even when it appears counterproductive. We do all of this because we believe in a future we cannot see and find nearly impossible to imagine based on the evidence.

This is not the sort of good news that fills auditorium sized megachurches with happy clappy worshipers. It is not the kind of good news that galvanizes activists with death defying enthusiasm. It is not the kind of good news that sends you away from worship with a spring in your step and a song in your heart. This is good news for those of us who cannot see any good news in the status quo, who have tasted the bitterness and betrayal of the American dream, who can no longer believe in the mythology of the American empire and its empty promises. This good news is the stubborn conviction that the engines of oppression enshrined in our society, the national creed of white supremacy systemically infecting our institutions and the hateful ideologies dominating our politics with violence do not get to have the last word. The way of Jesus is the way of eternal life. Our participation in that way of compassion, justice and peace in the midst of a cruel, oppressive and violent world takes hold of that abundant life. What little we can do that is true, beautiful and good outlasts everything else.

Here is a poem by Wendell Berry giving expression to the kind of hope required of disciples in these days.

Enriching the Earth

To enrich the earth I have sowed clover and grass
to grow and die. I have plowed in the seeds
of winter grains and various legumes,
their growth to be plowed in to enrich the earth.
I have stirred into the ground the offal
and the decay of the growth of past seasons
and so mended the earth and made its yield increase.
All this serves the dark. Against the shadow
of veiled possibility my workdays stand
in a most asking light. I am slowly falling
into the fund of things. And yet to serve the earth,
not knowing what I serve, gives a wideness
and a delight to the air, and my days
do not wholly pass. It is the mind’s service,
for when the will fails so do the hands
and one lives at the expense of life.
After death, willing or not, the body serves,
entering the earth. And so what was heaviest
and most mute is at last raised up into song.

Source: The Peace of Wild Things, Wendell Berry (c. 1964 by Wendell Berry; pub. by Penguin Books). Wendell Berry (b. 1934) is a poet, novelist, farmer and environmental activist. He is an elected member of the Fellowship of Southern Writers, a recipient of The National Humanities Medal and the Jefferson Lecturer for 2012. He is 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] “Percentage of college students with symptoms of depression in the United States in 2023-2024,” Preeti Vankar

  Statista, April 7, 2025.

[2] “The Psychology of Wealth and How It Affects Mental Health,” Claudia M. Elsig, MD, Calda Clinic Blog.

[3] Most biblical scholars agree that this attribution is more literary than historical. That said, I am not ready to dismiss the potential contribution of Solomon to either of these two books. Wisdom literature reaches “back into the earliest stages of Israel’s existence.” Crenshaw, J.L., Wisdom in the Old Testament, Interpreter’s Dictionary of the Bible, Supplementary Volume, (c.1976, Abingdon). It was during the reign of Solomon that the Israelite monarchy reached the height of its international prominence. Solomon formed treaties with Egypt and the Phoenician kingdoms transacting commerce and military compacts. Cultural exchanges would have followed naturally and thus exposure to wisdom literature from these sources. The authors/editors of Proverbs and Ecclesiastes may well have had access to collections of sayings from this ancient and illustrious period.

[4] See the Carter Family’s rendition of this jolly classic.

Praying Away Privilege

SEVENTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST

Genesis 18:20-32

Psalm 138

Colossians 2:6-19

Luke 11:1-13

Prayer of the Day: Almighty and ever-living God, you are always more ready to hear than we are to pray, and you gladly give more than we either desire or deserve. Pour upon us your abundant mercy. Forgive us those things that weigh on our conscience, and give us those good things that come only through your Son, Jesus Christ, our Savior and Lord.

“Lord, teach us to pray, as John taught his disciples.” Luke 11:1.

Prayer does not come naturally. It is a practice that is learned through participation in a faith community. I learned to pray the way my mother learned to pray. One of my earliest memories is of my mother sitting with me beside my bed and praying, “Come dearest Jesus, take my heart and let me never from thee depart.” That is also the first prayer my own children learned to pray.  Of course, my prayer life (and that of my children) has deepened through regularly singing the liturgy, reciting the creeds and praying the psalms as they apply to ever new contexts within growing life experience. These practices have given me a rich prayer language with which to express what Saint Paul calls, groanings too deep for words.” Romans 8:26. I am still learning to pray and expect I will continue learning until the day I die. Prayer is a never ending discipline.  So it is not surprising that Jesus’ disciples should ask him to teach them this sacred discipline of prayer.

Prayer, according to Jesus, is less about us, our needs, our concerns and our aspirations as it is about the reign of God and the working out of God’s will on our planet. God’s reign is never defined in terms of political, social or economic theory. Instead, it finds expression in prophetic preaching and apocalyptic visions. What we know of God’s reign is that it comes when the powers that be are cast down from their thrones and the lowly exalted. Luke 1:52. Under that reign all have enough to live and thrive without fear of violence. “…they shall all sit under their own vines and under their own fig trees, and no one shall make them afraid.” Micah 4:4. The reign of God erases all artificial barriers based on race, class, gender and dissolves all distinctions of nation, ethnicity, blood and soil. “…there was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, from all tribes and peoples and languages, standing before the throne and before the Lamb, robed in white, with palm branches in their hands.” Revelation 7:9.  Many who are now deemed first in the hierarchy of greatness will be last under the reign of God and those deemed “the least” will be first. Matthew 19:30.

While, as I said, the reign of God is not the deification or implementation of any particular political agenda, it cannot help but have profound political ramifications. All nations, of whatever age, ethnic makeup, political organization, social order or economic system will be judged by one and only one criterion, namely, by how well or poorly they treated the least and most vulnerable among them. Matthew 25:31-46. To be a disciple of Jesus, therefore, is to live today under the promised reign of God, the fulfilment of which lies in God’s future. It is to identify with “the least” and advocate, suffer, sacrifice and pray for their wellbeing. It is to speak the truth of God’s will for this planet to all who would exploit it, oppress its peoples and practice violence against its ecosystems.

Jesus instructs his disciples to pray for daily bread. It is the only physical item sought in his prayer. Enough for today and no more. Those of us who make up a fraction of the fraction of the world’s population, who have known only privilege and plenty, find it hard to relate to this request. Though I have lived through times when my financial resources were stretched, I have never been poor. I cannot say that I have ever been hungry. To be sure, I have had a ferocious appetite that I have wrongly described as “hunger,” even to the point of the all too common hyperbolic assertion, “Man, I’m starved.” That, of course, is an insulting trivialization of the suffering experienced by millions on our planet who truly are starving to death. So far from seeking daily bread, we strive, with the help of our financial advisors, to achieve that nirvana known as “financial security.” We celebrate our wealth as “blessings,” while remaining blind to the costs our financial security and the lifestyle it allows us to enjoy inflict upon the world’s poor, its non-human creatures and the ecosystems sustaining us all. “Give us this day or daily bread” has become little more than a pious nod to the deity we credit with bestowing so many blessings of wealth and abundance upon us and our country.

Mary the mother of our Lord sings of the day when the hungry are filled with good things while the rich are sent away empty. Luke 1:53. I do not believe this means the rich are condemned to starvation. I do believe that the rich (privileged folks like us) might find it hard to accept a world where we receive only what we need so that all might finally have what they need. What is just and merciful to the vast majority of the world’s people might at first leave us feeling a bit empty. Those of us who have confused privileges with rights will no doubt feel that we are being deprived. If there is an eternal hell, it might consist of those of us who cannot get over our feeling of resentment at the loss of privilege to which we have become accustomed. Hell might be our inability to adjust to a world in which our great accomplishments, the letters after our names and the honorary titles of which we are so proud no longer matter. Hell might be our inability to let go of our empty symbols of wealth, power and status in order that we might take hold of the truly abundant life offered to us under God’s reign. Until we learn to love the reign of God, heaven is going to be one hell of a place!

Jesus tells his disciples to pray for forgiveness. But there is an interesting twist here. Unlike Matthew’s gospel where Jesus appears to make God’s forgiveness contingent upon our forgiveness of others, in Luke’s account, Jesus takes forgiveness of others as a foregone conclusion. Forgiveness is humanly possible and the fact that it takes place among us, however incompletely, witnesses to the far greater capacity of God to forgive even the murder of the beloved Son. Forgiveness, it should be understood, is not contingent upon the wrongdoer’s repentance. Neither is it passivity in the face of abuse. To forgive is an act of resistance to evil. Forgiveness deprives the enemy of the power to occupy our minds. It robs our enemy’s barbs of their power to infect us with the venom of resentment and bitterness. Forgiveness is the refusal to be drawn into the vortex of retributive violence that transforms us into the image of what we hate. As such, it sets the community of disciples apart from a world consumed by blood feuds.

Jesus ends the prayer on a sobering note: “Do not bring us to the time of trial.” I believe this is a recognition that there are limits to human capacity for persevering in good against the power of evil. Recall the disciples’ broken vow to stand by Jesus to the end. Throughout most of my lifetime, protests, acts of civil disobedience and principled resistance to unjust laws have been treated with deference by the authorities in this country, given our time honored respect for the freedom of expression. To be sure, there have been instances of brutality and governmental violence, the Kent State shootings being one notable example. Yet, for the most part, arrests have been made using restraint and the defendants treated with a degree of respect. That is not the case anymore. No one, especially those of us who have lived in a culture where the church has always been an honored fixture, can predict how we will respond in the face of real persecution. In view of recent events in our nation’s body politic, we might soon be in a position to find out.

I would like to believe that I will faithfully proclaim Jesus and the reign of God for which he lived, died and continues to live-even when that proclamation puts me in the way of masked thugs seizing people off the street, MAGA gangs assaulting LGBTQ+ folks or whatever other consequences there might be. However, as I watch footage of civil rights leaders on Edmund Pettus Bridge facing the brutality of armed police, I must confess that I am not sure I am made of such stern stuff. Moreover, I have family members who depend on me and for whom I am responsible. How will they manage if I am jailed or otherwise out of the picture? Even if I could muster up the courage to put my own life at risk, could I justify risking their wellbeing? As I cannot answer these questions, I pray God to spare me from the time of trial or sustain me in it.

Most believers pray the Lord’s Prayer with some regularity. But, I wonder, do we really know what we are asking for when we pray that God’s kingdom will come? Do we really want a world where the privilege, wealth and comfort we enjoy must be surrendered so that all might have enough, and no more, to thrive? Are we prepared to let go of our loyalty to nation, race, blood and soil to live under an order where none of these distinctions matter? What are we willing to let go of in order to take hold of the just and gentle reign of God Jesus offers us? Do we possess in sufficient measure the love of God’s reign and the courage to live under it? Do we really want what we are praying for?

Here is a poem by Marjorie Allen Seiffert offering the kind of reflections we ought to be entertaining as we pray the Lord’s Prayer, which is an invitation to “accept the challenge” of love and brave all the consequences it may bring.  

All the Bright Courage

Not naked on the mountain were you reared

By wolf and weather, bramble-scratched and lean;

Privation has not made your senses keen

Since hunger is a thing you have always feared.

With fire, food and shelter you have cheered

A pampered body. What does courage mean

To one untried by danger? You have been

Safe and adventureless till love appeared.

Love is a ruthless bandit-may he shatter

The wall that bricks you sungly in content!

And though he would rob you, what shall it matter?

Accept his challenge. Who can circumvent

Death, collecting in person somewhat later

All the bright courage that you never spent!

Source: Poetry, Marjorie Allen Seiffert (1885 –1970) was an American poet and winner of the 1919 Levinson Prize for Poetry. Seiffert used several pseudonyms over the course of her career, including Angela Cypher and Elijah Hay. Seiffert began writing verse around 1915. Over the course of her career, she published dozens of poems in many publications, including The New Yorker, Others: A Magazine of the New Verse and Poetry. By the early 1930s, she began to have trouble getting her work published. It was around this time, she created the pseudonym, ‘Angela Cypher’, under which she wrote a form of light verse. These “Cypher poems” were a hit with the editors of The New Yorker, which published around a dozen of them in the 1930s. You can read more about Marjorie Allen Sieffert and sample more of her  poetry at the Poetry Foundation website.

A Hope Better than the American Dream

SIXTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST

Genesis 18:1-10

Psalm 15

Colossians 1:15-28

Luke 10:38-42

Prayer of the Day: Eternal God, you draw near to us in Christ, and you make yourself our guest. Amid the cares of our lives, make us attentive to your presence, that we may treasure your word above all else, through Jesus Christ, our Savior and Lord.

“[Christ] himself is before all things, and in [Christ] all things hold together.” Colossians 1:17.

This claim sounds preposterous these days when it appears so much of our world is falling apart. International treaties and trade agreements that ensured a measure of peace and stability for eight decades are fast unraveling. Wildfires, hurricanes and tornados are becoming increasingly frequent and destructive as the earth’s temperature rises. Fragile ecosystems across the globe and the habitats that support them are at risk. As war ravages South Sudan, Gaza and Ukraine, millions are facing displacement, homelessness and starvation. Even to those of us who have lived our lives in the bubble of privilege cannot help but wonder whether the world order that has been so good to us is about to fall on our heads. In short, it does not appear that anyone is holding things together.

On the other hand, none of this is new to the people of God who have known enslavement, displacement, exile and the dissolution of “civilization as we know it” more than once. Our spiritual ancestors have witnessed the dissolution of the Babylonian, Assyrian, Persian, Macedonian and Roman Empires, along with the carnage following in their wake. Each empire, including the one called the United States of America, is, to quote Shakespeare, “but a walking shadow, a poor player,/ that struts and frets his hour upon the stage,/and then is heard no more.” Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5. Nevertheless, as the Prophet Isaiah reminds us, “[t]he grass withers, the flower fades; but the word of our God will stand forever.” Isaiah 40:8. Christ, the Incarnate and eternal Word, suffers patiently and faithfully with God’s wounded creation, striving to heal its wounds, mend its fractures and bring it to its appointed end where all things are made new, all tears are wiped away, mourning and pain will end and even death will be no more. Revelation 21:1-8.

Saint Paul tells us that we are saved “in hope.” That is to say, we order our lives according to a future we do not see and almost certainly will not come to fruition in our lifetimes. To be clear, this hope is not synonymous with mere optimism, a glib belief that “everything will work out in the end.” It did not happen that way for Jesus and Jesus warns his disciples that they can expect nothing other than the cross he bore. Our hope is grounded in the conviction that God raised Jesus from death and, in so doing, delivered a decisive “yes” to the life he lived. To hope is to live in the way of Jesus, even when it does not seem practical, even when it seems not to make a difference, even when it appears to be counterproductive. To hope is to live in the way that is eternal, the way that life is lived is under God’s just and gentle reign yet to be revealed. The church is not the reign of God, but it witnesses to God’s reign by its communal life, its witness to Jesus’ obedient life, faithful death and glorious resurrection and its solidarity with those regarded as “the least” in the human community. To borrow a phrase from Professor Stanley Hauerwas, the church is the community whose life is incomprehensible apart form the belief that God raised Jesus from death.

This week I attended the annual gathering for the Ekklesia Project, the theme of which was “Hope Does Not Disappoint: Wrestling with God in a Groaning Creation.”? Together, we sought to listen carefully to voices and experiences that have too long been absent from the church’s construction of hope. To that end, we heard speakers from Latin American, Indigenous and African Christian traditions articulating the meaning of faith, hope and discipleship in their contexts. What became painfully clear to us is the fact that the Christianity imposed on these groups in the course of colonial domination has inflicted untold suffering. Miraculously, though, the good news of Jesus nevertheless broke through giving birth to new and vibrant expressions of faith grounded in the cultural wisdom and understanding of these very aggrieved communities. We were forced to consider what it might mean to receive the wisdom of these saints in confronting our difficult days of dissolution.

I was particularly struck with a remark made by Professor Michael Budde:1 “One thing I am not hoping for is a return to normal, because normal is how we got here.” Those who lament the decline in influence by the United Nations would do well to scrutinize its structure which allocates its real power to the Security Council made up of the richest and most powerful nations. The rest of the nations making up the General Assembly, by contrast, lack all power to effectuate whatever resolutions they might pass. At the lowest wrung of hell are refugees, those who have been forced to flee their homes, the people without a country and therefore without any rights other than toothless UN resolutions. The Jews learned the hard way that, when you are not a citizen of a nation state, the world will not lift a finger to prevent your extermination. It is one of history’s cruel ironies that Israel, the nation founded by a people subject to centuries of persecution culminating in the Holocaust, is carrying out what is currently the most sweeping act of war and ethnic cleansing against another nationless people. Normal, the current world order whose dissolution we lament, has not afforded justice, equality or even the ability to survive for millions of this planet’s people. It has instead maintained the systems and power arrangements that keep so much of the world in misery. Preserving and restoring that world order will only perpetuate the gross inequities that have plagued peoples all over the globe for centuries. Only those of us whose privilege has allowed us to benefit from it have reason to regret its demise.

For churches like my own that have evolved from state churches and taken root in the United States where, separation of church and state notwithstanding, the church has played a powerful role in our national politic, the demise of the United States as we know it is a bitter pill to swallow. American Christianity, whether under the guise of progressive social gospel or in the form of rightwing crusades to make America great again, has typically been focused on saving America. Right and left agree on the goal, they only differ with respect to the means and the shape of the end. Though nominally Christian, the dominant religion of America is still America. Our hope is shaped more by the American dream than the reign of God. It is because we are looking to America rather than Christ to hold all things together, we experience despair, inertia and loss of hope.

I believe that one of Jesus’ parables, soon to be our gospel lesson, can help us out. This is the difficult and, I believe, sadly misunderstood parable of the “Dishonest Steward” found in Luke 16:1-9. The title is a little deceptive. Truth be told, we don’t know whether the steward was dishonest. We only know that “charges were brought” to his boss that he was mismanaging the goods for which he was responsible. He might have been merely incompetent or the charges brought against him might have been false. His boss seems to have no interest in investigating the matter or hearing the steward’s side of the story. He summarily dismisses the steward who now finds himself without a job and few prospects of finding comparable employment. The steward learns the hard way that corporate doesn’t care. It is now clear to him that he was little more than a tool for his boss that could be disposed of when no longer useful. His colleagues, who he might have mistaken for friends, were ready to throw him under the bus to advance their own interests. The world of wealth, power and influence that once lifted him up over the people whose debts he was responsible for collecting has ruthlessly cast him away like a used tissue. There never was any loyalty, friendship or fairness in that world. The steward was a fool to think otherwise.   

But that is not the end of the story. The steward does not waste time lamenting his fall, wallowing in self pity or trying to beg and plead his way back into favor with his former employer. He recognizes that he is now among those his employer used his services to exploit. His fate is tied up with theirs. His hope lies in solidarity with them. So the steward uses the time he has left in his job to build bridges and form supportive relationships with the debtors he was commissioned to extract payment. He reduces their debt payments-possibly by foregoing the collection fee to which he was entitled, thereby easing their economic burden. This will ensure that they, in turn, will take him in and assist him with his needs. While that might sound a bit calculating, I believe we can recognize here a reorientation of hope. Hope lies in solidarity with the exploited, not the exploiter. Hope lies in aligning oneself with the lowly, the poor and the hungry rather than with the proud who are to be scattered in the imagination of their hearts or the mighty who are destined to be brought down from their thrones. See Luke 1:46-55.

The American church has seen decline and contraction for as long as I have been alive. Our power, influence and prestige in American society have decreased accordingly. It is becoming clear that America no longer needs the church and perhaps never did. What is less clear is whether the American church can free itself from its need for America. Can we recognize a better hope than the salvation of America? Can we imagine a better future than return to normalcy-whatever that might mean to us?  Can we see a future beyond the collapse of the world order we have looked to so long for safety, security and prosperity? Do we have the courage to defy our wealthy patrons, let go the vestiges of privilege remaining to us and risk whatever consequences might flow from standing with the victims if ICE violence, racial hate, homophobic persecution and sexist discrimination? Can we posture ourselves in such a way that we can pray Mary’s Magnificat with joy and conviction? Therein lies a better hope than the American dream. Therein lies the life that is eternal and holds all things together until the day when all things are made new.

Here is a poem by Pamala Sneed recognizing hope in the resilience of South African Blacks struggling against apartheid that points us toward the better hope I believe is represented in the promise of God’s gentle reign of justice and peace.

Robben Island

The only antidote I may have to Trump’s election

is in a small ferry to Robben Island

one that shuttles you to the former prison

where those who fought against apartheid were held

The only answers may be in one wool blanket

a basin

toilet

cell

and the tiny windows of  Robben Island

in the discarded artillery

the rock and the limestone yard

where many were blinded

driven mad

Now the survivors former prisoners

give tours

their faces carved like tree roots exposed

The only answers may be in the surrounding peaks of Table Mountain

its Twelve Apostles

all now standing as testament to what

through years of struggles

can be defeated

overcome

Source: Poetry (June 2025) Pamela Sneed is a New York City-based poet, performer, visual artist, and educator. She earned her BA from Eugene Lang College and MFA from Long Island University. She has taught solo performance and writing for solo performance at Sarah Lawrence College and was the 2017 visiting critic at Yale and at Columbia University. Sneed currently teaches online for the low-residency MFA program at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago and is a visiting artist in the summer MFA program. Sneed is also an adjunct assistant professor at the Columbia University School of the Arts. She won a 2023 Creative Capital award in literature as well as a 2024 NYSCA grant in poetry. Her visual work has appeared in group shows at the Ford Foundation, Company Gallery, and more. You can read more about Pamala Sneed and sample more of her poetry at the Poetry Foundation and Cornell AAP websites.

1 Michael Budde is a co-founder and first coordinator of the Ekklesia Project; he is Professor of Catholic Studies and Political Science at DePaul University in Chicago, where he also serves as a Senior Research Professor in the Center for World Catholicism and Intercultural Theology (CWCIT).

Neighbors are to be Loved, not Defined

FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST

Deuteronomy 30:9-14

Psalm 25:1-10

Colossians 1:1-14

Luke 10:25-37

Prayer of the Day: O Lord God, your mercy delights us, and the world longs for your loving care. Hear the cries of everyone in need, and turn our hearts to love our neighbors with the love of your Son, Jesus Christ, our Savior and Lord.

“And who is my neighbor?” Luke 10:29.

In this day and age, the parable hardly needs a sermon. If I were preaching this Sunday, I would be tempted to say following the gospel reading, “You know very well what our government has to say about who your neighbor is. It all depends on nationality, blood, soil and proper documentation. You have just heard Jesus tell you who your neighbor is. Neighborliness knows no limit. It extends to everyone in need of a neighbor. This is not rocket science. As Moses tells us in our lesson from Deuteronomy, “this commandment that I am commanding you today is not too hard for you, nor is it too far away. It is not in heaven, that you should say, ‘Who will go up to heaven for us and get it for us so that we may hear it and observe it?’ Neither is it beyond the sea, that you should say, ‘Who will cross to the other side of the sea for us and get it for us so that we may hear it and observe it?’ No, the word is very near to you; it is in your mouth and in your heart for you to observe.” Amen.

“But come on, Pastor! You know it isn’t that simple. Do you want open borders? Should anyone be allowed to come into our country? What about criminals? What about drug dealers? Sex traffickers? How many people can we take without burdening our own people? Where do you draw the line?”

This is precisely the sort of argument into which the lawyer was trying to lure Jesus. It is what lawyers do. As one who practiced law for eighteen years, I understand how lawyer’s minds work. Lawyers do not ask questions in order to learn anything. Good lawyers never ask a question unless they know (or think they know) the answer. The purpose of a lawyer’s question is to elicit an answer that pins down the one being interrogated. It is designed to box one’s opponent into a position that can be attacked and discredited. If only Jesus can be forced to concede that there is a line to be drawn between neighbor and non-neighbor, insider and outsider, then the argument boils down to a simple matter of where you draw that line. Your nation? Your home state? Your neighborhood? Your family? How far can Jesus be pushed?

Jesus, however, will not be drawn into such puerile sophistry. For the duty of neighborliness does not turn on any definition of the noun, “neighbor.” It is not as though I can determine the scope of my responsibility to love my neighbor by crafting a definition of the term conveniently excluding those I dislike. It is quite the other way around. I am called first to be a neighbor without any limits, conditions or qualifications. The scope of my duty is then defined by everyone who needs a neighbor, without exception. The proper question, therefore, is not “Who is my neighbor?” but “Am I a neighbor?” Hence, rather than engaging the lawyer on his own terms and assumptions, Jesus replies with a parable.

Unlike most of Jesus’ parables, this one includes some very specific details. We are told that the victim of the bandits was travelling on the road from Jerusalem to Jericho. Why does that matter anymore than the country of the king in Jesus’ parable of the wedding feast and the ungrateful and unresponsive invitees? One possibility is that the parable was based on an actual event about which the lawyer and the rest of those listening were aware. If so, Jesus’ story would have landed with even greater force. Had Jesus’ parable been only a parable, the lawyer might have responded, “Nice story Jesus. But that would never happen. You don’t know those Samaritans like I do. Rapists, murderers, drug dealers…” But if the parable were based on an actual event, there could be no such off handed dismissal.

Though the robbery victim, presumably a Jew, would surely have qualified definitionally as a neighbor to the priest and the Levite, he would hardly be considered such to the Samaritan. So distasteful is the very idea that the lawyer cannot even bring himself to use the word “Samaritan” in answering Jesus’ query as to who was neighbor to the man who fell among robbers. He will only reply “the one who showed him mercy.” When it came to who actually was neighbor to the man in need, the lawyer could not deny that the Samaritan alone fit the bill.

The refugees seeking asylum in our country are neighbors for no other reason than that they are in need and we have the means to assist them. Martin Luther recognized as much in his commentary on the commandment against murder in the Large Catechism:

“In the second place, this commandment is violated not only when a person actually does evil, but also when he fails to do good to his neighbor, or, though he has the opportunity, fails to prevent, protect, and save him from suffering bodily harm or injury. If you send a person away naked when you could clothe him, you have let him freeze to death. If you see anyone suffer hunger and do not feed him, you have let him starve. Likewise, if you see anyone condemned to death or in similar peril and do not save him although you know ways and means to do so, you have killed him. It will do no good to plead that you did not contribute to his death by word or deed, for you have withheld your love from him and robbed him of the service by which his life might have been saved.” The Book of Concord: The Confessions of the Evangelical Lutheran Church, Translated and edited by Theodore G. Tappert (c. 1959 by Fortress Press) pp. 390-391.

My Evangelical Lutheran Church in America and its ecumenical partners have always recognized refugees as siblings and neighbors. For over a century we have been working with, advocating for, sponsoring and resettling refugees from all over the world. We do it quite simply because it is what Jesus commands us to do. We cannot recognize the authority of any civil, religious or military power that would limit the limitless scope of our sacred duty to our neighbors.  

Here is a poem by Adreinna Rich about the boundaries we erect to divide ourselves into nations, tribes and clans, thereby diminishing our common humanity and eroding our capacity for neighborliness.

Boundary

What has happened here will do

To bite the living world in two,

Half for me and half for you.

Here at last I fix a line

Severing the world’s design

Too small to hold both yours and mine.

There’s enormity in a hair

Enough to lead men not to share

Narrow confines of a sphere

But put an ocean or a fence

Between two opposite intents.

A hair would span the difference.

Source: The Fact of a Doorframe, Adrienne Rich (c. 2002 by Adrienne Rich, pub. by W.W. Norton & Co.). Poet and essayist Adrienna Rich (1929-2012) was born in Baltimore, Maryland. Her father was a pathologist and professor at Johns Hopkins; her mother a former concert pianist. She graduated from Radcliffe University and married in 1953. She had three children with her husband, but the marriage ended with their separation in the 1960s. Rich’s prose collections are widely-acclaimed for their articulate treatment of politics, feminism, history, racism and many other topics. Her poetry likewise explores issues of identity, sexuality and politics.  Rich’s awards include the National Book Award, the Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize, the Lannan Lifetime Achievement Award, the Bollingen Prize, the Academy of American Poets Fellowship and a MacArthur “Genius” Award. You can read more about Adrienna Rich and sample more of her poetry at the Poetry Foundation website.