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What are People For?

SIXTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST

Genesis 50:15-21

Psalm 103:1-13

Romans 14:1-12

Matthew 18:21-35

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Berry concludes his argument with the following:

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

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

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

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

The Dream

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

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

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

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

    Where are the sleeps that escape such dreams?

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


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

[2] Ibid. p. 125.

Revenge is not a Dish on God’s Menu

FIFTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST

Ezekiel 33:7-11

Psalm 119:33-40

Romans 13:8-14

Matthew 18:15-20

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To the stranger who stole my bike

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

to Our Lady and St. Joseph, through

the sparse needlework of deciduous

branches. It turns out we still need

each other—stranger, maybe

you saw the black and orange chassis

and thought speed, something sleek

to meet the headwinds; maybe warm

meals for the week or a present for someone

you hurt and love; or maybe you’d make

of its handlebars and spokes better use

than I could, as forest floor mycelia

spin carbon, nitrogen from muck—

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

for Saturday fell through, a friend

vanished from my life last week.

The fossil news from Baku, bleak, and suffering

in Lebanon, Sudan, Syria, Palestine.

All things that can be taken, what you thought

was yours, that everything changes hands, and I—

I was late. The mass was almost over,

the voices nearly finished with their singing.

Bread, water, some kind of stolen grace

flashed past me on two wheels in the wind.

December was late. Outside the ash

was watching itself end 

and time ride with the thief.

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

The Cross-Tough Medicine for Tough Times

FOURTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST

Jeremiah 15:15-21

Psalm 26:1-8

Romans 12:9-21

Matthew 16:21-28

Prayer of the Day: O God, with all your faithful followers of every age, we praise you, the rock of our life. Be our strong foundation and form us into the body of your Son, that we may gladly minister to all the world, through Jesus Christ, our Savior and Lord.

 “If any wish to come after me, let them deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me.” Matthew 16:24.

Jeremiah is a prophet in deep trouble. His relationship with his congregation, the people of Judah, has become toxic. The early delight he took in his calling has evaporated. His ministry seems to be going nowhere. He is alienated from his prophetic colleagues. Unfortunately for Jeremiah, his time knew nothing of today’s cottage industry of pastoral coaches, pastoral burnout counselors and congregational conflict mediators. His only source of consolation is the God who called him. And God does not appear particularly empathetic toward his downtrodden prophet:

“Therefore thus says the Lord:
If you turn back, I will take you back,
    and you shall stand before me.
If you utter what is precious and not what is worthless,
    you shall serve as my mouth.” Jeremiah 15:19.

To paraphrase, “Quit your whining, Jeremiah. I never promised you a rose garden. You can’t expect people to thank you for telling them truths they don’t want to hear. God does not care about polls, favorability ratings or popularity and neither should you. I am bringing this people to a bright new day. That’s good news they are longing to hear. But the way to the new dawn comes only after passing through the dark night of judgment. That is news they are not going to like. Furthermore, they are not going to like you for bringing it to them. You won’t be spared their hostility. The only promise you get is that God will give you what you need to face whatever you have to face. You will become tough as a wall of bronze.” Not exactly the model of pastoral ministry I learned in seminary or the expectations I had for my own pastoral career. I was, of course, determined to work hard at preaching, teaching and pastoral care for my members. But I also anticipated that I would be loved, cared for and supported in return. For the most part, I was. But there were exceptions.

The first time I experience substantial hostility from members of my congregation occurred following the election of Donald Trump in 2016. Though I did not hide my dismay over the outcome of that election, I did not express my views on that subject from the pulpit or in any Bible study class or church meeting. My preaching and teaching did not change. My focus was, as I have always striven to keep it, on Jesus and God’s just and gentle reign for which he lived, died and continues to live. I continued, as I have always done to emphasize Jesus’ call to serve him in those regarded “least” among us. These include the poor, the homeless, the alien and even, perhaps especially, those we regard as enemies. For a significant group of folks within the church, however, such preaching evoked a visceral response. Suddenly, advocacy and support for immigrants, which has been a focus of our Lutheran churches for more than eight decades, was “too political.” Welcome and inclusion of LGBQT+ folk, our policy for the last decade, became a red line of contention. Combative emails, provocative posts on my FB page and angry letters started coming my way. What once were areas of discussion over differing viewpoints became lines of demarcation in an atmosphere of increasing hostility.

I responded by meeting with disaffected members over lunch, individually and in groups. I held discussion groups at which I hoped we might learn to listen to one another, understand one another’s thinking and perhaps diffuse some of the anger. While members who participated were generally receptive, the dissenters only deepened their opposition as it became clear that the congregation at large did not share their outlook on my ministry. My efforts at reconciliation failed. One member angrily and publicly announced his departure from the congregation at our annual meeting, dramatically tossing his church keys on the table in front of me. Another circulated an email to the congregation stating that he would no longer attend or support the church. A few simply disappeared but informed me though remaining members “that there was no need for me to call on them.”

This was a painful chapter in my ministry. The folks who left were people I married, people whose children and grandchildren I baptized and whose loved ones I buried. I suppose I will never stop looking back upon that troubled time and wonder whether there was not more I could have done to bring about reconciliation and peace. Still, unlike poor Jeremiah, I had the support of my congregation. The church council stood solidly behind me. I had the support of sympathetic colleagues in ministry. Moreover, while I encountered a lot of anger, I never received any threats of violence. I am thankful for the love, support and encouragement I received from my congregation and colleagues during those difficult days. I know of many pastors who, like Jeremiah, did not fare so well with their congregations.

As I read Jesus’ words in Sunday’s gospel calling his disciples to take up the cross, I am beginning to wonder whether perhaps I was trying too hard to make peace. After all, didn’t Jesus warn us that he did not come to bring peace, but a sword? Didn’t he tell us that he came to sow division? Matthew 10:34-39. Didn’t Simion warn Mary the Mother of our Lord that Jesus would be “destined for the falling and the rising of many in Israel and to be a sign that will be opposed so that the inner thoughts of many will be revealed?” Luke 2:33-35. Let us not dilute the impact of Jesus’ challenge in Sunday’s gospel by turning the cross into a generalized metaphor. The cross was an instrument of imperial violence designed to instill terror in the hearts of imperial subjects. From Rome’s standpoint, it was the most powerful reminder that Ceasar was lord and a warning to anyone who dared to dispute that lordship. Jesus’ call to live in a manner that brings one to the cross is therefore a radical political statement. It is a call to witness explicitly, by word and deed, that Jesus, not Caesar is Lord.

I do not believe that the church’s message changes under the reign of Trump or that the task of ministry was any simpler before he came on the scene. To the contrary, I believe the president has made our task clearer, if not easier. As I have said before, we have Trump to thank for exposing the demonic influences of white supremacy, economic oppression and a whole smorgasbord of bigotries that have always been part and parcel of our nation’s DNA. He has, I believe, made it nearly impossible for us to believe any longer in the United States as a benevolent giant whose power and wealth are “blessings” signifying divine approval. That is and always has been a lie in which the American church has too long been complicit. It is time for that to end.

The current regime is doing everything in its power to prop up the dying myth of American exceptionalism. By purging all references to the nation’s history of slavery from our national parks and museums, censoring exhibits at the Library of Congress and bullying universities into substituting propaganda for history, the Trump administration is working frantically to revive a picture of the United States that is deteriorating faster than the lining for the reflecting pool at the Lincoln Memorial. Jesus would not have been the least bit surprised by any of this. He understood and would have us know that empires, the American empire included, are ephemeral. They “fret and strut their hour upon the stage and are heard from no more.” Jesus knew that Rome’s power, like the power of all empires, rested on the fear of its ability to deal out death. With all its military might, Rome was powerless in the face of a man who did not fear death. Rather than shrinking in horror before the threat of crucifixion, Jesus embraced it. He turned Rome’s most powerful symbol of oppression into a lifegiving symbol of liberation.

The word of the cross is tough medicine for an empire that has confused wealth, power and privilege with divine approval. It is perhaps even tougher for a church that has always seen itself as the nation’s chaplaincy and enjoyed the benefits that come with such status. As observed by Rev. Dr. Linda E Thomas, professor of theology and anthropology, Lutheran School of Theology, Chicago:

“People with achieved and ascribed privilege, power, wealth, individually and intersectionality, need to understand how the vectors of demonology operate to give them privilege, access to resources and freedom at the expense of “othering” others. They need to know how they perpetuate demonic systems that give them advantages and grant them social subsidy, monetary subsidization and/or endowment. In other words, historically dominant groups need to know the ways they advance and keep the cancers of racism, sexism, heterosexism, Islamophobia, and other “isms” alive and metastasizing. They can become allies of many different historically subordinated people by replacing discriminatory statutes, decrees and laws that usurp power or nullify the enactment of legislation that promotes equality and equity.”[1]

Preaching that goes to the heart of our sin and calls for repentance at the individual and communal level is likely to spark hostility and opposition within our congregations and the church at large. It might even mean the end of the church as we know it, just as the Babylonian conquest meant the end of Judah as the people knew it. But Jesus reminds us that “unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains just a single grain, but if it dies it bears much fruit.” John 12:24. The surest way to lose one’s life is to cling to it. Matthew 16:25. People fixated on the past will never see the Kingdom of heaven coming to us out of God’s future. People terrified of death will never see through its darkness to the resurrection. People unwilling to face God’s judgment will never find God’s grace. This word of the cross is a hard word; but it is a good word for the church, for our nation and for the world.

Here is a poetic meditation by William Dean Howells on Jesus’s inquiry, “what will it profit them if they gain the whole world but forfeit their life?”

What Shall it Profit?

If I lay waste and wither up with doubt

The blessed fields of heaven where once my faith

Possessed itself serenely safe from death;

If I deny the things past finding out;

Or if I orphan my own soul of One

That seemed a Father, and make void the place

Within me where He dwelt in power and grace,

What do I gain by that I have undone?

Source: This poem is in the public domain. William Dean Howells (1837-1920) was an American realist, novelist, literary critic, playwright, and diplomat. He was particularly known for his tenure as editor of The Atlantic Monthly, as well as for the novels The Rise of Silas Lapham and A Traveler from Altruria, and the Christmas story “Christmas Every Day”, which was adapted into a 1996 film of the same name. Howells was born in Martinsville, Ohio (now known as Martins Ferry, Ohio). He began at an early age to help his father, a printer and publisher, with typesetting and printing work. In 1852, his father arranged to have one of his poems published in the Ohio State Journal without telling him. He began working at the Journal in 1858 where he wrote poetry, short stories and translated pieces from French, Spanish, and German. In 1860 Howells wrote Abraham Lincoln’s campaign biography, Life of Abraham Lincoln. You can read more about William Dean Howells at the Britannica website.   


[1] “Public Theology, Populism, and Racism in the Post-Obama Era in the United States: A Womanist Summoning,” Linda E. Thomas, pub. in Resisting Exclusion: Global Theological Responses to Populism, (pub. by Evangelische Verlangsanstalt GmbH, Leipzig, Germany, under the auspices of The Lutheran World Federation).

Rock Solid Promise

THIRTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST

Isaiah 51:1-6

Psalm 138

Romans 12:1-8

Matthew 16:13-20

Prayer of the Day: O God, with all your faithful followers of every age, we praise you, the rock of our life. Be our strong foundation and form us into the body of your Son, that we may gladly minister to all the world, through Jesus Christ, our Savior and Lord.

From as far back as the first time I was told this story in Sunday School as a youngster, I have been made aware that we Lutherans hold that when Jesus said to Saint Peter, “you are Peter, and on this rock I will build my church,” he meant Peter’s confession of Jesus as Messiah, not Peter himself. Thus, the Roman Catholic Church’s claims concerning apostolic succession and Papal authority are fundamentally misguided. I have always been suspicious, however, of arguments based on what Jesus “meant” to deflate arguments based on what Jesus actually “said.” It seems clear to me that the identification of the Greek name “Petros” with the Greek word “petra” meaning rock leaves little doubt that Jesus is conferring some measure recognition and status on Peter. I hasten to add, though that there is a long way to go from there to positing a divine mandate for apostolic succession as practiced by Roman Catholics and other church bodies, including now my own ELCA.

What, then, are we to make of Jesus’ declaration about Peter? Perhaps we should turn to our lesson from the prophet Isaiah. Speaking to a disheartened band of returning exiles who discover that life in their ancestral homeland is turning out to be difficult and fraught with danger, the prophet urges his hearers to:

“Look to the rock from which you were hewn
    and to the quarry from which you were dug.
Look to Abraham your father
    and to Sarah, who bore you,
for he was but one when I called him,
    but I blessed him and made him many.” Isaiah 51:1-2.

The prophet also refers to Abraham and Sarah as rock. But he does not lift them up as heroes or great leaders. The emphasis is not on the virtues of these two ancient ancestors, but on what God was able to do with them. They were but a single family living as aliens and sojourners among hostile peoples. Yet God raised up from them not only Israel, but several other nations. That, too, is the thrust of the gospel message. Jesus says of Peter, on this rock I will build my church. Thus, it is neither Peter’s status among the twelve nor his confession (which we know was somewhat misguided) that matters most. What matters is Jesus’ promise to build up his church.  

What importance does this have for us? First, we know a few things about Peter. He is a frequent spokesperson for the disciples, but often less than perceptive. He does not understand Jesus’ parables and his questions often betray profound misconceptions about the reign of God Jesus proclaims. We know that, after vowing to go to prison and even death with Jesus, he denies knowing him when the opportunity to fulfil that vow arrives. Just as Abraham and Sarah were unlikely prospects for nation building, so Peter does not strike us as a very reliable cornerstone of Jesus’ church. But their vulnerabilities and shortcomings do not limit God’s determination to work God’s redemptive purpose in their lives.

Second, “the gates of Hades will not prevail against it.” Bear in mind that this declaration is made before Peter’s denial of Jesus. Peter, we know, is bound to fail. The church regularly fails to live into its calling as a witness to Jesus and the reign of God he proclaims. Nonetheless, the church, with all its faults, is God’s building project. In so many ways, in our private and corporate lives, we deny the Lord we proclaim. Yet Jesus does not ever deny his church. Once again, the stones are only the building material. Jesus is the builder on which the structure depends. What Jesus begins, Jesus finishes.

Third, there is an awesome responsibility placed upon Peter. He is given the keys of the kingdom, the power to bind and the power to loose. There has been no shortage of scholarly debate over exactly what that means. I will not attempt to summarize it here. But at a bare minimum, it means that the words spoken and the acts done by Peter and through the church are powerful and have eternal consequences. The charge to exercise prophetic ministry is not a privilege. It is solemn charge to speak God’s words of judgment and grace. Properly spoken, these words bring light into the darkest places, hope where there is despair and open up new paths where life seems to have hit a dead end. Get it wrong and bloody crusades are launched, heretics and supposed witches are burned at the stake and Tomahawk missiles slaughter innocent school girls. Great responsibility and, I would add, accountability is placed upon Saint Peter and the church that will be built upon his ministry. The church will always be in need of criticism, repentance and reform if it is to remain faithful.

Finally, the gospel reminds us that Jesus sees in those he calls far more than they are able to see in themselves. Where the rest of the world saw only an unlearned fisherman, Jesus saw Saint Peter the Apostle. Where the rest of the world saw only a corrupt tax collector, Jesus saw Matthew the Apostle. As an ecclesiastical insider, I don’t need anyone to tell me how corrupt church institutions can be, how ambitious for power, how mean and petty we clergy can be and how self centered and unwelcoming congregations can be. But every so often, just often enough to keep me believing in the one, holy, catholic and apostolic church, something extraordinary happens. A church assembly votes and takes concrete steps to welcome individuals and groups formerly excluded by both church and society in spite of the institutional consequences, such as loss of membership and financial support. A pastor takes a principled stand for justice that puts their call, their livelihood and their standing with ecclesiastical authority in jeopardy. A congregation puts its endowment into a promising but risky ministry  to its community. In short, every so often we discover that we are more than we think we are. We have gifts for ministry we never dreamed we possessed. We find ourselves doing what we never imagined possible. When that happens, it’s beautiful.

Here is a poem about calling and commission from an anonymous source.

Father to Daughter

Let no one tell you, girl,

          that the mountain is too high,

the evil too deeply entrenched,

          the valley too steep

or that it’s too far to the sky.

          Let no one say, my child,

that your dreams are too big,

          that you are too small,

that what your heart tells you is right

          can never be and so ignore its call.

Let no man convince you to be practical

          or chide you for lacking common sense.

For it just may be that God’s been waiting

          endless ages for someone

blind to conventional wisdom,

          someone brave enough to be compassionate

instead of simply strong,

          someone who would rather die

for a good cause than live for none at all.

          So ignore all words of caution

and shut out all well meaning advice.

          Silence the timid voice of warning

and listen instead with your whole heart to the call.   

Source: Anonymous  

A House of Prayer for All Nations

THIRTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST

Isaiah 56:1, 6-8

Psalm 67

Romans 11:1-2a, 29-32

Matthew 15:[10-20] 21-28

Prayer of the Day: God of all peoples, your arms reach out to embrace all those who call upon you. Teach us as disciples of your Son to love the world with compassion and constancy, that your name may be known throughout the earth, through Jesus Christ, our Savior and Lord.

“for my house shall be called a house of prayer
    for all peoples.” Isaiah 56:7.

Following the United States’ recognition of Jerusalem as Israel’s capital during Donald Trump’s first term, Fox News host Jeanine Pirro remarked that,

″[Trump], like King Cyrus before him, fulfilled the biblical prophecies of the gods [sic] worshipped by Jews, Christians and, yes, Muslims, that Jerusalem is the eternal capital of the Jewish state and that the Jewish people finally deserve a righteous, free and sovereign Israel.”

Perhaps, in addition to coming clean about her baseless allegations of vandalism to the Washington D.C. reflecting pool, Ms. Pirro should likewise revisit her remarks about Cyrus and her messianic assertions about Donald Trump. All who are moderately biblically literate know that Cyrus did not give back Jerusalem to the Jews returning from exile in Babylon as the capital of a “free and sovereign Israel.” Not by a long shot. Palestine under Cyrus was one of many satraps governed by local Persian rulers. Reoccupying the land of Israel was for the newly liberated exiles a privilege granted by the Persian Empire, not a right. Living faithfully in the land does not require and certainly does not entitle one to control or monopolize it.

To put all of this in context, understand that the earth is the Lord’s and whatever claim we have to it is provisional, contingent and temporary. Psalm 24:1. This is so for the State of Israel no less than any other nation state. What the people of Israel (as distinct from the nation state by that name) learned and what the church has had to learn over and over again is that the minute we start thinking of anything in our hands as a permanent entitlement, we are tempting the Almighty to take it away from us. Speak to the prophet Jeremiah about that. Israel initially occupied the land as seminomadic tribes with no central authority. When they demanded a king in order to be “like the other nations,” the prophet Samuel strongly discouraged them. It turns out that Samuel was right. The monarchy resulted in the stratification of Israelite society, the loss of land and livelihood for subsistence farmers to the ruling elite the distortion of Israel’s covenant faith and, finally, to conquest and exile. The new start given to the returning exiles from Babylon did not include sovereignty. But it did open up an opportunity for the people to rebuild their covenant faith on a surer foundation by “doing justice, loving kindness and walking humbly with God.”  

The Bible states clearly that, just as Israel is given as a covenant to the nations (Isaiah 49:6), so Jerusalem is a city belonging to all peoples. Consider, for example,

“Among those who know me I mention Rahab [Egypt] and Babylon; behold, Philista and Tyre, with Ethiopia-‘This one was born there,’ they say. And of Zion it shall be said, ‘This one and that one were born in her;” for the Most High himself will establish her, The Lord records as he registers the peoples, ‘This one was born there.’”  Psalm 87:4-6.

“It shall come to pass in the latter days that the mountain of the house of the Lord shall be established as the highest of the mountains, and shall be raised above the hills; and all the nations shall flow to it, and many peoples shall come and say: ‘Come, let us go up to the mountain of the Lord, to the house of the God of Jacob; that he may teach us his ways and that we may walk in his paths.’” Isaiah 2:2-3.

“And the foreigners who join themselves to the Lord, to minister to him, to love the name of the Lord, and to be his servants, all who keep the sabbath, and do not profane it, and hold fast my covenant—these I will bring to my holy mountain, and make them joyful in my house of prayer; their burnt-offerings and their sacrifices will be accepted on my altar; for my house shall be called a house of prayer for all peoples.” Isaiah 56:6-7.

“And the [New Jerusalem] has no need of sun or moon to shine on it, for the glory of God is its light, and its lamp is the Lamb. The nations will walk by its light, and the kings of the earth will bring their glory into it. Its gates will never be shut by day—and there will be no night there. People will bring into it the glory and the honor of the nations.” Revelation 21:23-26.

These passages all testify to Jerusalem as a center of worship and prayer open to all peoples. For Jews, Jerusalem is the City of David, the site of Solomon’s temple, the place where Abraham nearly offered his son Isaac as a burnt offering and, according to some Jewish traditions, the site of creation. For many Muslims, Jerusalem is the third holiest city after Mecca and Medina. It is the place to which the prophet Mohamed was transported during his “night journey.” Of course, Christians know Jerusalem as the place where Jesus entered in triumph, was arrested, crucified and raised from death. Turning this holy city into the capital of a modern nation state controlling and limiting access flies in the face of all that Jerusalem signifies in the scriptures. Only in the weird and wacky world of right wing pre-millennialism, a faith cooked up by sectarians in the late 19th Century, does nationalizing Jerusalem make theological sense. For more on that, see my post of Sunday, June 11, 2017. The scriptures offer not one single straw in support of nationalizing the Holy City.

Beyond the obvious humanitarian concerns plaguing the middle east, should Christians care about Jerusalem? Does the fate of Jerusalem matter anymore than the fate of any other city in the world? Wouldn’t the gospel be the gospel whether Jerusalem thrives or perishes? I think not. The three Abrahamic religions, Islam, Judaism and Christianity have this in common: place and time. Our beliefs are grounded in historical events that occurred in specific places. Ours is not a religion of pure spirit divorced from the things of the world. The career of Muhamad, the saga of Israel and the life and death of Jesus and his disciples’ witness to his resurrection are not mere historical accidents illustrative of but not essential to larger moral and spiritual truths. They are intertwined with and inseparable from our teaching, faith and practice. It is no accident either that all three of these faiths intersect at Jerusalem. Though this holy city has been at the center of some very bloody and unholy conflicts throughout history, that should not and need not be so.

The New Jerusalem described in the above citation from the Book of Revelation is everything the current Jerusalem is not-but might be. Might be if enough Jews, Muslims and Christians own up to all that Jerusalem means to them; if enough ecumenically minded representatives of all three faiths can help us all see beyond the ancient blood feuds, global politics, conflicting claims of sovereignty to a different way of honoring the holy city; if our longing to see a Jerusalem that reflects God’s future prevails over the cycles of retribution that entrap us in our violent past, then we might just catch a glimpse of that holy city God is so eager to give us.

Here is a hymn/poem by Johann M. Meyfart celebrating the new Jerusalem envisioned by John of Patmos in the Book of Revelation. Would that God’s Spirit strengthen the determination of all who seek the peace of Jerusalem that we might in our lifetimes see something of that newness in the here and now!

Jerusalem, Thou City Fair and High

Jerusalem, thou ci­ty fair and high,
Would God I were in thee!
My long­ing heart fain, fain to thee would fly,
It will not stay with me;
Far ov­er vale and mount­ain,
Far ov­er field and plain,
It hastes to seek its fount­ain
And quit this world of pain.

Oh hap­py day, and yet far hap­pi­er hour,
When wilt thou come at last?
When fear­less to my Fa­ther’s love and pow­er,
Whose pro­mise stand­eth fast,
My soul I glad­ly ren­der,
For sure­ly will His hand
Lead her with guid­ance ten­der
To Heav’n, her fa­ther­land.

A mo­ment’s space, and gent­ly, won­drous­ly,
Released from earth­ly ties,
The fie­ry cha­ri­ot bears her up to thee
Through all these low­er skies,
To yon­der shin­ing re­gions,
While down to meet her come
The bless­èd an­gel legions,
And bid her wel­come home.

Oh hail thou glo­ri­ous city! Now un­fold
The gates of grace to me!
How many a time I longed for thee of old,
Ere yet I was set free
From yon dark life of sad­ness,
Yon world of sha­dowy nought,
And God had giv’n the glad­ness,
The her­it­age I sought.

Oh what the na­tion, what the glo­ri­ous host,
Comes sweep­ing swift­ly down?
The chos­en ones on earth who wrought the most,
The Church’s bright­est crown,
Our Lord hath sent to meet me,
As in the far-off years
Their words oft came to greet me
In yon­der land of tears.

The pa­tri­archs’ and pro­phets’ no­ble train,
With all Christ’s fol­low­ers true,
Who bore the cross, and could the worst dis­dain
That ty­rants dared to do,
I see them shine for ev­er,
All glo­ri­ous as the sun,
’Mid light that fad­eth nev­er,
Their per­fect free­dom won.

And when within that love­ly para­dise
At last I safe­ly dwell,
From out my bliss­ful soul what songs shall rise,
What joy my lips shall tell,
While ho­ly saints are sing­ing
Hosannas o’er and o’er,
Pure hal­le­lu­jahs ring­ing
Around me ev­er­more.

Innumerous choirs be­fore the shin­ing throne
Their joy­ful an­thems raise,
Till Heav’n’s glad halls are ec­ho­ing with the tone
Of that great hymn of praise,
And all its host re­joic­es,
And all its bless­èd throng
Unite their my­ri­ad voic­es
In one eter­nal song!

Source: The Lutheran Hymnal, (c. 1941 by Concordia Publishing House). Johann Matthäus Meyfart (1590-1642) was a German Lutheran theologian, educator, academic teacher, hymn writer and minister. Meyfart was born in Jena, the son of a minister, and studied at the University of Jena beginning in 1608 graduating in 1603. He went on to study theology at the University of Wittenberg in 1614. He taught from 1617 at the Gymnasium in Coburg and served as its Rektor from 1623 until his death. Meyfart authored numerous hymns and composed several theological essays, including one fiercely criticizing witch trials.

Palestinians, Jews and the Nation of Israel

TENTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST

Isaiah 55:1-5

Psalm 145:8-9, 14-21

Romans 9:1-5

Matthew 14:13-21

Prayer of the Day: Glorious God, your generosity waters the world with goodness, and you cover creation with abundance. Awaken in us a hunger for the food that satisfies both body and spirit, and with this food fill all the starving world; through your Son, Jesus Christ, our Savior and Lord.

“They are Israelites, and to them belong the adoption, the glory, the covenants, the giving of the law, the worship, and the promises; to them belong the patriarchs, and from them, according to the flesh, comes the Christ, who is over all, God blessed forever. Amen.”  Romas 9:4-5.

I travel Cape Cod’s Route 6 frequently these days. That arterial highway is the only means of travel up through the Outer Cape stretching from Orleans to Provincetown. Along the way I pass a church that proudly proclaims “We stand with Israel” and frequently flies the Israeli flag. I have not spoken with the pastor of that congregation or any of its members about its support for Israel, but I strongly suspect that they view such support as an outgrowth of their faith. Identification with the State of Israel is common place among white evangelical Christians. For some, support for Israel amounts to a stand against antisemitism. As one evangelical woman with whom I recently spoke expressed it, “We don’t want to make the same mistake the church in Germany made during the second world war.” No doubt the horrific attack by Hamas against Israeli civilians evoked sympathy for the people of Israel-as well it should.

Many evangelicals, however, subscribe to a fringe doctrine known as “premillennialism.” According to this teaching, a blueprint for the imminent end of the world and the return of Christ to establish a one thousand year Christian theocracy is woven into the Hebrew and Christian scriptures. There is much disagreement among evangelicals holding these views over the details of how the end will unfold. But in premillennial thought, the nation of Israel plays a crucial role in igniting the wars and tribulations that will plunge the earth into a hopeless condition of demonic global rule. After this, Christ will return and with him the resurrected Christians to crush the powers of evil and rule the world for the next thousand years. Support of Israel, then, is to be allied with God’s plan for the windup of history. It is rather like lighting the fuse of Armageddon. While most of us mainliners do not hold premillennial views, I find support for the state of Israel to be for many a religious moral obligation. In their minds, opposition to Israel amounts to opposing or even persecuting the Jews.

To be clear, antisemitism is antithetical to faith in Jesus Christ. I have argued in a pervious article that Saint Paul would be baffled by the divorce between the modern church and the people of Israel. See Judaism, Christianity, Antisemitism and Saint Paul. As the apostle understood it, the church did not supersede Israel. Rather, the church was the door through which God invites the gentiles into Israel’s covenant relationship with God. The above passage illustrates Paul’s understanding that Israel was, is and always will be “adopted” by God and in primary possession not only of the ancient covenants, the Torah and the prophetic promises, but also the One we worship as the Christ. Though the Jewish faithful do not view Jesus as their messiah, they worship the God Jesus invoked as Father and whose covenant partnership with them continues unbroken. Though he was sometimes less than clear about the specifics, Paul was convinced that the destiny of Israel was integral to God’s redemptive purpose for all creation. To be a disciple of Jesus is to recognize God’s past faithfulness to God’s people Israel and God’s continuing faithfulness through the ancient covenants to which the Hebrew Scriptures testify. To denigrate the Jews is to blaspheme the God and Father of Jesus Christ.

That said, it needs also to be said clearly and unequivocally that recognizing, affirming and honoring God’s people Israel is not the same as supporting the policies, practices and geopolitical aims of the nation of Israel. The nation of Israel is just that: a nation. As such, it is a humanly established entity no more or less than any other nation. It does not have divine sanction any more than any other nation, including the United States, notwithstanding some very misguided notions to the contrary. The nation of Israel does not, on the basis of some biblical mandate, get a pass on practices that can fairly be characterized as unlawful annexation, war crimes and ethnic cleansing. Thus, while one might fairly argue that there are strategic, military and humanitarian reasons for supporting the government of Israel, one cannot argue, from a Christian perspective, that support for the nation of Israel is a religious duty. Accordingly, while disciples of Jesus must advocate for the rights of Jewish people everywhere and resist all forms of antisemitism, they must also decry and condemn in no uncertain terms the Israeli attacks on Palestinian civilians in Gaza and the violent dispossession of Palestinians living in the West Bank.

American Christians and Lutheran Christians in particular need to tread lightly here. We need to use sparingly such loaded and inflammatory terms as “colonialism,” “genocide,” and “ethnic cleansing.” What Israelis are rightly condemned for doing to the Palestinians over the last 80 years the United States government has been doing to our own indigenous population for the last three centuries. Moreover, the move to create a Jewish state arose from the well founded belief of Jews, having suffered centuries of pogroms in Europe culminating in the Holocaust, that there could be no safe place in the world for them unless they made one for themselves. Lest we be too hard on the Jews who migrated to and claimed land in Palestine, let us recall that we are among the many nations that refused asylum to the family of Ann Frank and thousands of other Jews seeking refuge from Hitler’s “final solution.” See The American Murder of Anne Frank-and now Syrian Refugees. Stripped of their citizenship in Germany and other Nazi occupied territories, the Jews were rendered non persons. They had no right to exist anywhere in the world. No nation was obliged to receive them. The history of the State of Israel illustrates the brutal reality that stateless refugees are not afforded human rights and have no protection against oppression and violence beyond a few toothless UN resolutions. It is one of history’s cruel ironies that Palestinians, another stateless people, are suffering the same fate their oppressors knew so well.

Finally, those of us in the Lutheran tradition must recognize that we played a particularly shameful role ignoring and, in many instances, facilitating the Nazi oppression of Jews in Europe. Martin Luther’s despicable writings denigrating the Jews constitute a dark blot on the Reformation at the heart of our religious identity. For example, Paul Althaus, a Lutheran scholar in Germany from the 1930s through the 1950s. Greeted the rise of Hitler as a “gift and miracle from God.” Gerhard Kittel, a German Lutheran theologian and New Testament scholar, joined the Nazi Party in 1933. He produced writings on the “Jewish Question” that promoted the Third Reich’s exclusionary policies. Though there were notable exceptions to the church’s complicity in the Nazi’s genocidal policies, such as Deitrich Bohnoeffer and Martin Niemöller, they were exceptions. At best, the church remained indifferent to the fate of the Jews throughout Europe. At worst, it facilitated their oppression.

None of this is to say that the church is wrong to condemn Israel’s brutal wars of aggression against the Palestinians. But we need to do so with the full recognition and frank admission that the state of Israel came into existence as a result of centuries of exclusion, persecution and violence against Jews routinely sanctioned by the church. For Jews both in Israel and elsewhere, the state represents both a sanctuary and a bulwark of defense against a world filled with hostility toward them. To suggest that Israelis abandon their efforts to continue the existence of a Jewish state, acquiesce to a pan Palestinian democracy and trust in the good will of the international order that failed them so spectacularly in the 1930s and 1940s-that is a mighty big ask. A just and lasting peace must therefore ensure the safety and wellbeing of Jews in their ancestral homeland as well as freedom and self determination for Palestinians whose claim to the land, on the same grounds, is no less legitimate. What shape such a peace might take is well beyond the scope of this article. Suffice to say that Disciples of Jesus must stand with the Palestinian people against the violence of the Israeli government while standing with the Jewish people against the growing tide of antisemitism. That will surely prove more difficult in practice than in theory. But Jesus never asks us to do anything that is easy.

Here are two poems, one by Palestinian author Mahmoud Darwish and the other by the Israeli poet, Yehuda Amichai reflecting upon life in a land they both regard as theirs and holy.

To Our Land

To our land,

and it is the one near the word of god,

a ceiling of clouds

To our land,

and it is the one far from the adjectives of nouns,

the map of absence

To our land,

and it is the one tiny as a sesame seed,

a heavenly horizon … and a hidden chasm

To our land,

and it is the one poor as a grouse’s wings,

holy books … and an identity wound

To our land,

and it is the one surrounded with torn hills,

the ambush of a new past

To our land, and it is a prize of war,

the freedom to die from longing and burning

and our land, in its bloodied night,

is a jewel that glimmers for the far upon the far

and illuminates what’s outside it …

As for us, inside,

we suffocate more!

Source: The Butterfly’s Burden, by Mahmoud Darwish, (pub. by Copper Canyon Press, 2007)

Jews in the Land of Israel

We forget where we came from. Our Jewish

names from the Exile give us away,

bring back the memory of flower and fruit, medieval cities,

metals, knights who turned to stone, roses,

spices whose scent drifted away, precious stones, lots of red,

handicrafts long gone from the world

(the hands are gone too).

Circumcision does it to us,

as in the Bible story of Shechem and the sons of Jacob,

so that we go on hurting all our lives.

What are we doing, coming back here with this pain?

Our longings were drained together with the swamps,

the desert blooms for us, and our children are beautiful.

Even the wrecks of ships that sank on the way

reached this shore,

even winds did. Not all the sails.

What are we doing

in this dark land with its

yellow shadows that pierce the eyes?

(Every now and then someone says, even after forty

or fifty years: “The sun is killing me.”)

What are we doing with these souls of mist, with these names,

with our eyes of forests, with our beautiful children,

with our quick blood?

Spilled blood is not the roots of trees

but it’s the closest thing to roots

we have.

Source: The Poetry of Yehuda Amichai (Farrar Straus and Giroux, 2015)

Mahmoud Darwish (1941-2008) was a Palestinian author and poet. He was author of the Palestinian Declaration of Independence formally establishing the State of Palestine in November 1988. Darwish is widely regarded as the country’s national poet. His poetry and other literature, for which he won numerous awards internationally, was published in Arabic, though he was fluent in English, French and Hebrew. Darwish served as an editor for several literary magazines in both Israel and the Palestinian territories.

Darwish’s family fled to Lebanon during the 1948 Arab-Israeli war, but returned to Israel a year later where they were granted residency status. In 1970, Darwish left Israel to study in the Soviet Union, where he attended Moscow State University for one year.  In 1971, he moved to Cairo, Egypt, where he worked for the daily newspaper al-Ahram. In 1973, Darwish joined the Palestine Liberation Organization (PLO) and was consequently banned from entering Israel. He was elected to the PLO Executive Committee in 1987. Over his lifetime of 67 years Darwish published more than thirty volumes of poetry and eight books of prose. You can read more about Mahmoud Darwish and sample more of his poetry at the Poetry Foundation website.

Yehuda Amichai is one of Israel’s most prominent poets. He was born in Germany in 1924 but left with his family for Palestine in 1935. As a young man he volunteered and fought in World War II as a soldier in the British Army. After discharge from the British Army in 1946, Amichai was a student at David Yellin College of Education in Jerusalem and became a teacher in Haifa. Amichai fought in the 1948 Arab/Israeli war on the southern front in the Negev. After the war, Amichai studied the Torah and Hebrew literature at the Hebrew University of Jerusalem. Encouraged by one of his professors at Hebrew University, he published his first book of poetry in 1955. In 1956, Amichai served in the Sinai War and in 1973 he served in the Yom Kippur War. Amichai was a visiting professor at the University of California, Berkeley during the 1970s and was a poet in residence at New York University in 1987. Amichai was invited in 1994 by Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin to read from his poems at the ceremony of the Nobel Peace Prize in Oslo. His poems have been translated into English, French, German and Swedish. You can read more about Yehuda Amichai and his poetry on the Poetry Foundation Website.

Deep Reading

NINTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST

1 Kings 3:5-12

Psalm 119:129-136

Romans 8:26-39

Matthew 13:31-33, 44-52

Prayer of the Day: Beloved and sovereign God, through the death and resurrection of your Son you bring us into your kingdom of justice and mercy. By your Spirit, give us your wisdom, that we may treasure the life that comes from Jesus Christ, our Savior and Lord.

“Your decrees are wonderful;
    therefore my soul keeps them.
The unfolding of your words gives light;
    it imparts understanding to the simple.” Psalm 119:129-130.

          In pre-literate cultures there are no books. There is no written language by which knowledge and information can be communicated to succeeding generations. Continuity must therefore be maintained through stories, songs, liturgy and dance. Skills are passed on from parent to child through participation in the crafts and activities required to sustain the community. Religious teaching, like everything else, must be internalized. The words of God are “kept in the soul,” where they “unfold” as one grows, giving “light” and “understanding” by which one learns to navigate the various stages of life from cradle to grave.

Our psalm for the coming Sunday, cited in part above, illustrates the point. While it is true that this work has been committed to writing, it surely had a pre-written existence. The lines of each strophe in the psalm begin with successive letters of the Hebrew alphabet, a design to render them singable and to aid the memory. Though admittedly lacking in chronologically progressive order in terms of a coherent theme, the psalm revolves constantly around the Torah experienced by the psalmist as reliable guide, faithful companion, relentless judge, purifying fire and source of endless joy. Professor Walter Brueggeman, rightly recognizes this psalm as “a massive intellectual achievement” through which the psalmist affirms that the Torah meets us at every stage of life addressing every human experience from “A to Z,” or more precisely “alpeh to tav.” Brueggeman, Walter, The Message of the Psalms, (c. 1984 by Augsburg Publishing House), p. 40.

Long after the advent of written language, Christian communities remained largely pre-literate. Their religious education came through listening to sermons, participation in liturgy and contemplation of graphic representations of biblical themes. Literacy was confined to relative few including the clergy, university professors and the ruling elite. The ability to write and read written texts was rare among common folk for whom it was unnecessary. But that began to change with the Reformation and the Renaissance. The invention of the printing press made publication of documents in mass for public consumption possible. Literacy rates and opportunities for education increased. Texts like the Bible, Greek and Latin classics as well as the speeches and sermons of religious and civil leaders became accessible to the public. Common people had more access to more information than ever before.

There are some obvious parallels between the invention of the printing press and the rise of the internet. Information that would formerly have taken days or even months to accumulate from public libraries, government agencies, state and national archives can now be gleaned from online sources in less than an hour. This information revolution had a profound effect on my own profession in the law. When I first began practicing, multiparty cases involving multiple jurisdictions and their distinct statutes and rules could be handled only by big city firms equipped with massive law libraries staffed by attorneys whose chief responsibility was to research law applicable to these complex cases. But with the advent of online resources such as Lexis and Westlaw, small and midsize firms could buy subscriptions to the same legal resources accessible with a few keystrokes. This development not only leveled the playing field. It rendered the big firms that charged hourly fees to conduct days of research among dusty tomes cumbersome, inefficient, overstaffed, bureaucratic dinosaurs ill equipped to survive in the new business climate.  

In the same way, information has become more readily available to the public at large. Our phones give us access to libraries, government agencies, commercial entities and data banks of every kind. Our watches notify us of breaking news in real time. Weather forecasts, stock market indices and minute by minute sports reporting are all at our fingertips. Today’s news is old news before it ever goes to print. The average American in the twenty-first century has access to more information than any previous generation.

As a blogger publishing my work on the internet, I am hardly in a position to denigrate all things digital. I am convinced that, notwithstanding the dangers it presents, the world wide web and the opportunities it presents for information sharing, education and provision of public services is a benefit to humanity. At the same time, however, I cannot help but wonder if something is not lost here. If you were to ask post printing press believers where their Bible is located, they might answer that it is on their night stand or on the coffee table or on one of their book shelves. Today’s believers might well say that their Bible is on a CD or a flash drive or somewhere in the Cloud. Preliterate believers would say, however, that their Bible is the only place it can be-in their hearts. It seems to me that with each technological advance in the preservation and transmission of information, we have become increasingly detached from what we know. Why memorize what you can easily look up in the book? Why waste time paging through a book for a passage or information that a search engine can pull up for you in a matter of seconds?  The more accessible information becomes, the less need there is to internalize it. Yet, according to the psalmist, that is precisely what we are supposed to do with scriptures. They are not meant to sit idly on a shelf until consulted or to float disembodied in cyberspace. The words of scripture must be planted in the depths of the soul where they unfold like blossoms transforming the hearts and minds of believers. As the collect of Archbishop Thomas Cranmer reminds us, we are called to “read, mark, learn, and inwardly digest” the scriptures.

In a recently published article in The Atlantic, staff writer Rose Horowitch argues that we in the United States are fast becoming a postliterate culture. The Atlantic (August 2026). She points out that people of all ages and backgrounds are reading substantially less from classical works of literature, books dealing in some detail with scientific, historical or cultural issues and newspapers providing in depth coverage of contemporary events. Horowitch notes that in 1958 the English translation of Doctor Zhivago by Boris Pasternak was the year’s best selling novel. Last year’s best selling novel was Sunrise on the Reaping, the most recent installment of the young adult series, Hunger Games. At the risk of seeming to be snobbish, I read Doctor Zhivago my sophomore year in high school. To be sure, I read plenty of comic books as well, but I understood, as did most of my classmates, the difference between serious literature and pure entertainment.

I grew up in a two newspaper household. The Bremerton Sun provided in depth coverage of local news and events while the Seattle Post Intelligencer afforded a national and global perspective. Of course, reading a syndicated newspaper takes time and patience. The world is a complex place and events, both local and national, are understood and interpreted differently by persons and groups with varying interests and perspectives. Good journalism seeks always to give voice to all such perspectives and expose the nuances and complexities involved. It seeks not so much to provide explanations as to equip readers with the information and context required to form their own reasoned conclusions. As the demise of major independent newspapers throughout the country demonstrates, the public has little patience for lengthy and comprehensive articles. The news in easy bite size pieces can be downloaded, often at no cost, from any number of online media platforms. Less is more.

It is debatable how much, if at all, online platforms and social media are responsible for this trend. What is clearly indisputable, however, is the fact that we are reading less, reading more superficially and reading ever more frequently material of dubious value and accuracy. Moreover, unlike preliterate societies, our postliterate world lacks the traditional social and ritual infrastructure for maintaining and transferring culture, values and faith to the next generation. Ironically, our generation has more information available to it than any previous generation, yet we increasingly lack both the desire and the conceptual tools to process it. Horowitch believes that, just the growth in literacy proved transformative for human civilization, the demise thereof will be equally impactful. She fears that we may be on the brink of a new dark age.

It was during the dark ages following disintegration of the Roman Empire that the church performed in its monasteries an invaluable service to civilization by copying and preserving great works of antiquity. It is for the same reason that the church must make common cause with all who seek to preserve independent newspapers, public libraries, liberal arts curriculum in our institutions of learning and the promotion of reading in all levels of education. More significantly, we are called upon by the psalmist to internalize the scriptures witnessing to the obedient life, faithful death and glorious resurrection of Jesus and the reign of God he proclaims. The psalmist invites us to read deeply, think deeply and pray deeply in the midst of a shallow and superficial culture.

Here is a poem by Henry Braun illustrating the power and effect of deep reading.

On Reading Late

Some evenings fragility

Lays itself out on roads

From the novel you are reading,

Old particular enlargements

That keep you wakeful

Long after the book closes.

Someone was alive

Whom you followed by oil lamp

For hours through the pages

And now, in a quiet house,

Everyone breathing must be looked at

And more than looked at,

Accompanied.

Source: Poetry, (April, 1971). Henry Braun (1930–2014) was an American poet, teacher, and peace activist. Born in Olean, New York, he lost his mother when he was two years old. He spent part of his childhood in an orphanage and foster homes in Buffalo. He was ultimately raised by his father and attended Hutchinson Central High School. After graduating from Brandeis University, he spent a year in France. Upon returning, he earned a master’s degree from Boston University. In the 1960s Braun opposed the Vietnam War. He organized poetry read-ins and donated his war tax dollars to a veterans’ hospital and to Philadelphia public schools. As a result, he was convicted of tax evasion. He also organized a draft card turn-in at the Justice Department for which he was an unindicted co-conspirator at the “Boston Five” trial. In 1968 his first poetry collection was published and nominated for the Pulitzer Prize. He was a Contributing Editor for the American Poetry Review.

A Disarming God

SIXTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST

Zechariah 9:9-12

Psalm 145:8-14

Romans 7:15-25a

Matthew 11:16-19, 25-30

Prayer of the Day: You are great, O God, and greatly to be praised. You have made us for yourself, and our hearts are restless until they rest in you. Grant that we may believe in you, call upon you, know you, and serve you, through your Son, Jesus Christ, our Savior and Lord.

“He will cut off the chariot from Ephraim
    and the war horse from Jerusalem;
and the battle bow shall be cut off,
    and he shall command peace to the nations;
his dominion shall be from sea to sea
    and from the River to the ends of the earth.” Zechariah 9:10.

This week we head into that orgy of patriotic celebrations commemorating the declaration of independence of the original thirteen colonies from Great Britain sparking the Revolutionary War. The United States is far from the only nation born out of lethal violence, nor is it the only one that celebrates such seminal conflicts. National mythologies grounded in wars portrayed as heroic struggles and which lionize military figures at the head of such wars abound. Most nations have their George Washingtons along with a pantheon of lesser veterans honored regularly at civil ceremonies. Violence is a key ingredient to nationalism.

Not so with God’s people Israel. Abraham, Sarah and their descendants existed for generations in the Promised Land as sojourners. They lived as resident aliens in the no man’s land between various Canaanite city states and always in the shadow of the Egyptian empire. They were enslaved for generations in Egypt and their liberation came about, not through any violent uprising or military struggle, but through the intervention of the God of their ancestors. In the final confrontation between the armies of Pharoah and the people of Israel at the Red Sea, there was no military resistance on Israel’s part. No heroic leader rose up to rally the people and lead them to victory. There was only Moses who told the terrified crowd corralled between an imperial army and the sea, “the Lord will fight for you, and you have only to keep still.” Exodus 14:14. Even the conquest of the land of Canaan was never attributed to Israel’s armies. As the psalmist attests:

“We have heard with our ears, O God;
    our ancestors have told us
what deeds you performed in their days,
    in the days of old:
you with your own hand drove out the nations,
    but them you planted;
you afflicted the peoples,
    but them you set free;

for not by their own sword did they win the land,
    nor did their own arm give them victory,
but your right hand, and your arm,
    and the light of your countenance,
    for you delighted in them.” Psalm 44:1-3.

A holiday such as Veteran’s Day would have been unthinkable for Israel. Their “thank you for your service” was directed to God alone.

The God of the Bible abhors violence. Violence, we are told, was what drove God to bring a catastrophic flood upon the earth in the days of Noah. Genesis 6:11. It was the failure of such divine violence to remedy human violence that led God to renounce violence forever as a means of dealing with the earth. Genesis 8:20-22. God is worshiped throughout the scriptures as the one who

“makes wars cease to the end of the earth;
    he breaks the bow and shatters the spear;
    he burns the shields with fire.” Psalm 46:9.  

Isaiah prophesies the rise of a ruler who will inaugurate an era of peace, but not through military might. This ruler will judge “with righteousness,” champion the cause of the “poor” and decide “with equity for the meek of the earth.” Isaiah 11:3-4. This ruler will indeed smite the powers of systemic injustice infecting the earth and slay the wicked, but not with military force. This ruler will defeat the powers and agencies of evil “by the rod of his mouth” and by “the breath of his lips.” Isaiah 11:4. God’s power is God’s Word exercised through the messiah as persuasive, not coercive. Under the gentle reign of this messianic ruler,

“The wolf shall live with the lamb;
    the leopard shall lie down with the kid;
the calf and the lion will feed[a] together,
    and a little child shall lead them.
The cow and the bear shall graze;
    their young shall lie down together;
    and the lion shall eat straw like the ox.
The nursing child shall play over the hole of the asp,
    and the weaned child shall put its hand on the adder’s den.
They will not hurt or destroy
    on all my holy mountain,
for the earth will be full of the knowledge of the Lord
    as the waters cover the sea.” Isaiah 11:6-9.

God consistently chooses mercy over retribution. Though Adam and Eve were warned that they would die on the day they ate fruit from the tree of knowledge of good and evil, God did not bring death upon them. Instead, he clothed them before sending them forth from the garden of Eden. God did not impose the death sentence-or even life without parole-upon Cain for the murder of his brother. God spared the wicked city of Nineveh, much to the annoyance of the prophet Jonah. Even when God employs what we experience as violence, it is always measured and designed to bring about repentance, healing and reconciliation. Moreover, lethal violence is not a measure to be taken by human beings. While the psalmists cry out for vengeance against their enemies and sometimes tell God in bloodcurdling terms how their enemies should be punished, they leave the business of executing retributive justice in the hands of God where it rightly belongs. So it should come as no surprise that Jesus refused to permit his disciples to draw the sword in his defense.

Our reading from Zechariah makes the bold proclamation that God saves God’s people by disarming them, by taking from their hand instruments of violence and by eliminating from their portfolio the basic tools of warfare. Israel’s messiah comes not on a war horse, but “humble and riding on a donkey.” God’s just and gentle reign will not, indeed, cannot be implemented by means of violence. God has no desire to be Stalin on steroids. God will reign through love or not at all.

As those who follow me know, I identify as a Christological pacifist. As such, I do not condone the use of lethal force under any circumstances. I am well aware that my convictions constitute a minority position within the church catholic and that most of my siblings in the faith subscribe to some form of the “just war” doctrine. That teaching affirms Jesus’ words on the Sermon on the Mount to the effect that the default posture of a disciple is pacifism. When violently attacked, a disciple “turns the other cheek” and responds with love and prayer for the enemy. A narrow exception to that rule exists for persons engaged as soldiers and law enforcement officers, the rationale being that such persons exercise force, not to extract vengeance, but to protect the innocent from violence. Though you might disagree with my objections to the “just war” doctrine, I hope we can agree that war, and every other exercise of violence whether just or not, represents a tragic human failure. I hope we can agree that the idolatry of nationalism, the most extreme manifestation of which is war, constitutes a rupture in the human family, an exaltation of nation, tribe, race and class over the global unity God desires for the world. I hope that in our worship we can avoid the cultural tendency to glorify our nation’s wars and idolize those who fight them. In these days in which missiles and drones reign death from eastern Europe to the middle east and millions caught in the cross-fire are killed, wounded and uprooted from their homes, the church must not sugar coat these realities with patriotic jingoism. We need to say in no uncertain terms that war is not glorious, not to honorable, not righteous and certainly not an occasion for celebration and pride. It is sin, for which the only faithful response is repentance.

Here is a poem by Thomas McGrath that strips away the patriotic façade of glory, honor and heroism covering the unspeakable horror and obscenity of war.

Ode for the American Dead in Asia

1.

God love you now, if no one else will ever,

Corpse in the paddy, or dead on a high hill

In the fine and ruinous summer of a war

You never wanted. All your false flags were

Of bravery and ignorance, like grade school maps:

Colors of countries you would never see—

Until that weekend in eternity

When, laughing, well armed, perfectly ready to kill

The world and your brother, the safe commanders sent

You into your future. Oh, dead on a hill,

Dead in a paddy, leeched and tumbled to

A tomb of footnotes. We mourn a changeling: you:

Handselled to poverty and drummed to war

By distinguished masters whom you never knew.

2.

The bee that spins his metal from the sun,

The shy mole drifting like a miner ghost

Through midnight earth—all happy creatures run

As strict as trains on rails the circuits of

Blind instinct. Happy in your summer follies,

You mined a culture that was mined for war:

The state to mold you, church to bless, and always

The elders to confirm you in your ignorance.

No scholar put your thinking cap on nor

Warned that in dead seas fishes died in schools

Before inventing legs to walk the land.

The rulers stuck a tennis racket in your hand,

An Ark against the flood. In time of change

Courage is not enough: the blind mole dies,

And you on your hill, who did not know the rules.

3.

Wet in the windy counties of the dawn

The lone crow skirls his draggled passage home:

And God (whose sparrows fall aslant his gaze,

Like grace or confetti) blinks and he is gone,

And you are gone. Your scarecrow valor grows

And rusts like early lilac while the rose

Blooms in Dakota and the stock exchange

Flowers. Roses, rents, all things conspire

To crown your death with wreaths of living fire.

And the public mourners come: the politic tear

Is cast in the Forum. But, in another year,

We will mourn you, whose fossil courage fills

The limestone histories: brave: ignorant: amazed:

Dead in the rice paddies, dead on the nameless hills.

Source: Selected Poems 1938-1988 (c. 1988 by Thomas McGrath; pub. by Copper Canyon Press, 1988). Thomas McGrath (1916-1990) was a celebrated American poet and screenwriter of documentary films. He grew up on a farm in Ransom County, ND. He earned a B.A. from the University of North Dakota at Grand Forks and served in the Aleutian Islands with the U.S. Air Force during the Second World War. McGrath was awarded a Rhodes Scholarship at Oxford University and pursued postgraduate studies at Louisiana State University. He taught at Colby College in Maine and at Los Angeles State College. He was dismissed from the latter in connection with his refusal to cooperate with the House Committee on Un-American Activities in 1953.  In refusing to participate in the committee’s “blacklisting” efforts, he testified that “[a] teacher who will tack and turn with every shift of the political wind cannot be a good teacher. I have never done this myself, nor will I ever.” McGrath later taught at North Dakota State University and Minnesota State University. He was married three times and had one son to whom much of his later work was dedicated. You can read more about Thomas McGrath and sample more of his poetry at the Poetry Foundation website.

Praying for an End to American Empire

FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST

Jeremiah 28:5-9

Psalm 89:1-4, 15-18

Romans 6:12-23

Matthew 10:40-42

Prayer of the Day: O God, you direct our lives by your grace, and your words of justice and mercy reshape the world. Mold us into a people who welcome your word and serve one another, through Jesus Christ, our Savior and Lord.

“The prophets who preceded you and me from ancient times prophesied war, famine, and pestilence against many countries and great kingdoms. As for the prophet who prophesies peace, when the word of that prophet comes true, then it will be known that the Lord has truly sent the prophet.” Jeremiah 28:8-9.

There is a back story to our lesson from the Hebrew Scriptures. It all begins with God commanding Jeremiah to proclaim to the people of Judah that God is about to bring the Kingdom of David and the Temple in Jerusalem to an end by the hand of the King of Babylon whose armies are even now advancing upon Jerusalem. To make the point, Jeremiah is told to wear a yoke over his shoulders, the kind used for oxen. It is God who brings the yolk of Babylonian bondage upon Judah. To resist Babylon is to resist God. Jeremiah 27:1-11. You can imagine how that must have gone over. How would you like to be sent out to meet the Fourth of July parade with a yoke on your neck to tell everyone that God is about give victory to America’s national enemies?

The drama unfolds in Jerusalem where the prophet Hananiah is rallying the people of the city behind the flag. “Salvation is on the way! The Lord is coming to the aid of his people just like he always has in the past! The Lord is coming to rescue Jerusalem! The Lord is coming to save his people! Within two years we are going to see all the treasures taken from us by the Babylonians returned. We are going to see freedom! We are going to see peace! Do I hear an ‘Amen.’?” (Paraphrase of Jeremiah 28:1-4).

“Amen” shouts a voice from the midst of the cheering crowd. Everyone turns to see the prophet Jeremiah wearing his yoke. “Amen!” shouts Jeremiah. “I hope you are right Hananiah. I hope everything you say comes true. Nothing would make me happier than to be dead wrong about everything I have said. But this is much bigger than you and me, Hananiah. This is much more important than who is right and who is wrong. The question here is, ‘What is the word of the Lord for us this day?’ Don’t forget,” says Jeremiah to Hananiah, “there have been prophets before you and me. Not all of them prophesied salvation. Some foretold disaster and destruction. Remember Elijah, remember Amos, remember Micah who once prophesied that this very city would be laid bare as a mown field. Time will tell what the word of the Lord is, who proclaimed it and who received it faithfully.” (Paraphrase of Vss. 5-9). So ends the lectionary reading, but not the story. Next Hananiah, in a dramatic and brilliant show of rhetorical theater, jumps down from the podium, breaks in two the yoke from off Jeremiah’s neck and cries out, “So shall the Lord break the yoke of Babylon from the neck of his people.” Jeremiah 28:10-11. The crowd roars its approval and Jeremiah goes his way.

Jeremiah lost the rhetorical duel, but time proved the validity of his words which, as it turned out, were God’s Word. It was to the words of Jeremiah, faithfully preserved by his disciples, that Israel turned for comfort, hope and guidance during their exile in Babylon and throughout the coming ages. There are no writings of Hananiah known to exist today. Though he was surely more popular, influential and well connected in his day, commanding larger crowds and attracting a bigger following, Hananiah turned out to be a fraud. His promises proved cruelly misleading. His words were hollow, empty and unreliable. Sometimes, the Word of the Lord must endure long periods of rejection, neglect and distortion before it breaks forth again like a spring of pure water cleansed and purified by the dark underground through which it passes. Perhaps the time has come for Jeremiah’s prophecy to break forth again with words of judgment and hope.

Much has been written about the dangers of Christian nationalism though, as I have said before, attention has been focused principally on right wing religious movements. The explicit elevation of the United States to the status of a divine project whose interests coincide with God’s will is rightly denounced as heretical. Nevertheless, as I have frequently pointed out before, the symbiotic relationship between American Christianity and American national aspirations is not solely a right wing phenomenon. Mainline protestant Christianity has always been infected with the virus of American mythology, a belief that the United States is somehow exceptional and that its role as leader of the “free world” is essential to the common good. There has always been a faith in America’s essential goodness, a belief  that, notwithstanding some significant flaws, failures and imperfections, America is progressing toward a “more perfect union.” Much of American Christian witness and mission has been more about saving, preserving and perfecting America than announcing the reign of God. Thus, while we can tolerate and even praise those who criticize, chastise and scold America, there is no tolerance whatsoever for those who dare to suggest that the United States itself might be altogether inconsistent with the values of God’s reign. Witness the national outcry against another Jeremiah, namely, the Rev. Jeremiah Wright who had the audacity to suggest that God might damn rather than bless America.    

I think the one and only thing for which we can genuinely and sincerely thank Donald Trump is his putting the lie to the American mythology of the righteous nation, the city on the hill, the world’s best hope. Those of us who clung desperately to that myth dismissed the 2016 election as a fluke allowed by a scandal ridden and deeply unpopular democratic candidate. Following the January 6, 2021 failed Republican coup we insisted “this is not us.” But after the re-election of Donald Trump in 2024, we could no longer deny that the racism, misogyny, homophobia and outright cruelty of Donald Trump is a reflection of the American soul. His military threats against long time allies, his unprovoked aggression against neighboring countries and his needless wars initiated and provoked in the middle east, endorsed or at least tolerated by a substantial portion of the American public, demonstrate that the militaristic and authoritarian genes of Hitler and Stalin are firmly engrained in America’s DNA. The United States is not the world’s savior. To the contrary, it is currently the greatest threat to world peace, representative government and the planet’s ecological well being.

Should we, rather than praying for God’s blessing upon the United States, be praying instead for the end of its imperial power and influence? Should we be re-examining the unspoken assumption that the health of the global community depends on some version of a reformed, completed and redeemed America? Must we, like Jeremiah, announce to a church symbiotically fused with the United States and its myth of exceptionalism that there can be no redemption for America, only judgment and deconstruction? Is not our failure to conceive a hopeful future for the planet without the United States a damning indictment against a church that has lost sight of its prophetic calling? Does it not point to an idolatrous comingling of American mythology with the just and gentle reign of God? Unlike Jeremiah, I do not have a definitive Word from God on these questions, but I think they are the kinds of questions the church, particularly the church in America, ought to be asking.

To be clear, praying for an end to American imperialism is not the same as praying for the destruction of our country. There is much that I love about the United States of America, its diverse cultural traditions and the music, art and science they have produced. I have profound respect for the many Americans who have striven to and to some degree succeeded in building a more just and equitable society on our soil. None of this need be lost in the deconstruction of the American empire and its disproportional influence over the rest of the world. After all, the Roman Empire, the British Empire, the Spanish Empire all came to an end. Nevertheless, Italy, England and Spain are doing just fine. A United States of America shorn of its exceptionalist pretensions, its oversized military and its profit driven economy presided over by oligarchs, finally taking its place among the nations of the world as a partner rather than an overlord would surely be a welcome development. But it may be that such a promising future can be found only on the far side of judgment taking the shape of a painful dismantling of our delusions of grandeur, our systemically unjust institutions and our military industrial complex.

Here is a poem by Mary Oliver which, like the prophet Jeremiah, speaks a truth that is hard to hear. Yet, as Jeremiah and all true prophets know, there is no hope for redemption apart from confrontation by the truth, difficult as it may be to receive.  

Of Empire

We will be known as a culture that feared death
and adored power, that tried to vanquish insecurity
for the few and cared little for the penury of the
many. We will be known as a culture that taught
and rewarded the amassing of things, that spoke
little if at all about the quality of life for
people (other people), for dogs, for rivers. All
the world, in our eyes, they will say, was a
commodity. And they will say that this structure
was held together politically, which it was, and
they will say also that our politics was no more
than an apparatus to accommodate the feelings of
the heart, and that the heart, in those days,
was small, and hard, and full of meanness.

Source: Red Bird, (c. 2009 by Mary Oliver; pub. by Beacon Press). Mary Oliver (1935-2019) was born in Maple Heights, Ohio. She was deeply influenced by poet, Edna St. Vincent Millay. Her work received early critical attention with the 1983 publication of a collection of poems entitled American Primitive. She is a recipient of both the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry and the National Book Award. She spent the latter years of her life in Provincetown on Cape Cod, MA before moving to Florida where she died. Many of her poems reflect the unique features, vegetation and wildlife of the Cape. You can read more about Mary Oliver and sample some of her other poems at the Poetry Foundation Website.  

What the Hell?

FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST

Jeremiah 20:7-13

Psalm 69:7-18

Romans 6:1b-11

Matthew 10:24-39

Prayer of the Day: Teach us, good Lord God, to serve you as you deserve, to give and not to count the cost, to fight and not to heed the wounds, to toil and not to seek for rest, to labor and not to ask for reward, except that of knowing that we do your will, through Jesus Christ, our Savior and Lord.

“Do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul; rather, fear the one who can destroy both soul and body in hell.” Matthew 10:28.

“Pastor, do you believe in hell?” That is a question I frequently get on Sundays when texts like this come up. My stock response is, “Why don’t you tell me what you think hell is and I will tell you whether I believe in it or not.” That usually gets the conversation going in a way that allows me to deconstruct a lot of harmful misconceptions and invite the entertainment of new perspectives. But sooner or later, I am pressed to respond to the question: What is hell and do I believe in it?

The short answer to the first part of the question is that I don’t know what hell is. The Bible speaks of it only in parabolic, apocalyptic and poetic terms from which I don’t think we can draw any concrete metaphysical conclusions. The Greek word used in the New Testament is “Geheneh,” which is the name of the place where garbage was burned outside the city, suggesting to me that it is figurative rather than literal. I therefore do not believe the scriptural references to hell, even the lurid images of the “lake of fire” in the Book of Revelation, support belief in a subterranean realm where damned souls are imprisoned for torment throughout all eternity. One of the most ancient creedal assertions found throughout the Hebrew Scriptures is that God is “merciful, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love.” Even when God punishes, God does so with the ultimate aim of healing and reconciliation. Eternal punishment is simply not consistent with God’s character as so revealed.

Most of what can be gleaned about hell comes from the book of Revelation which employes apocalyptic imagery. I think so many people get Revelation entirely wrong because they give only a cursory glance to chapters 1-3, the letters to the seven churches of Asia Minor. These are small, vulnerable and demoralized communities living under the shadow of a hostile empire facing social ostracism, political infighting and struggles with heretical influences. One gathers from the tone and content of these letters that these churches are on the verge of giving up. No doubt they were beginning to wonder, what’s the point? The apostle is using the fantastic imagery throughout the rest of the book to make the point that his churches are precious in God’s sight, that their struggling communities represent God’s presence in the world and that the struggles they face are of cosmic significance. It is the lamb, the lamb who was slain no less, that is destined to triumph over the fearful and beastly powers of empire. The intent was clearly not to establish a timetable for the world’s demise, but a poetic vision of its redemption. The “lake of fire” was prepared for the demonic forces animating the Roman empire, not for human beings.

The biggest problem with hell is the obsession people seem to have with who is going there and who isn’t. I am not sure anyone is going to hell. The prophet Ezekiel tells us that God takes no pleasure in the death of anyone. Ezekiel 18:32. Saint Peter tells us that it is not God’s will that any perish. II Peter 3:9. John’s gospel tells us that God so loved the world (not Christians, not the church, not good people) that God sent the only beloved Son. John 3:16. That suggests to me that salvation is much bigger than the church. It is not God’s intent to save as many souls as possible from a sinking ship. God means to save the ship and everyone on it. Whatever and whoever God is able to work into the mosaic of the new heaven and the new earth, God will save to that end.

That being said, the passage must mean something. Jesus’ words are clearly intended, at least in part, as a dire warning. There is much that is irreconcilable with God’s reign and cannot be woven into the fabric of a new creation. Hatred, bigotry, cruelty, arrogance, lust for power and wealth come to mind. These things are therefore consigned to the garbage dump for burning. If we are all honest with ourselves, these moral faults infect us all to some degree. Thus, on that day when all that is “covered” is “uncovered” and all secrets are made known (Matthew 10:26), there will be some hell to pay for all of us. I quote again a passage from Fyodor Dostoyevsky’s monumental work, The Brothers Karamazov. The scene is the death bed of the sainted Father Zossima, elder of the local monastery from which he addresses the monks under his leadership for the last time.

“Fathers and teachers, I ponder, ‘What is hell?’ I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love. Once in infinite existence, immeasurable in time and space, a spiritual creature was given on his coming to earth, the power of saying, ‘I am and I love.’ Once, only once, there was given him a moment of active living love and for that was earthly life given him, and with it times and seasons. And that happy creature rejected the priceless gift, prized it and loved it not, scorned it and remained callous. Such a one, having left the earth, sees Abraham’s bosom and talks with Abraham as we are told in the parable of the rich man and Lazarus, and beholds heaven and can go up to the Lord. But that is just his torment, to rise up to the Lord without ever having loved, to be brought close to those who have loved when he has despised their love. For he sees clearly and says to himself, ‘Now I have understanding and though I now thirst to love, there will be nothing great, no sacrifice in my love, for my earthly life is over, and Abraham will not come even with a drop of living water (that is the gift of earthly, active life) to cool the fiery thirst of spiritual love which burns in me now, though I despised it on earth; there is no more life for me and will be no more time! Even though I would gladly give my life for others, it can never be, for that life is passed which can be sacrificed for love, and now there is a gulf fixed between that life and this existence.’”[1]

I cannot imagine that on the day of judgment when our lives are measured against the rich and numerous opportunities we have had to love deeply this good green earth, the many people whose lives have intersected with our own and the One from whom these opportunities come, we will not lament the time we have wasted on envy, bitterness and chasing after trivialities we thought would bring us happiness. Saint Paul alludes to something like this in his First Letter to the church in Corinth:

“According to the grace of God given to me, like a wise master builder I laid a foundation, and someone else is building on it. Let each builder choose with care how to build on it.For no one can lay any foundation other than the one that has been laid; that foundation is Jesus Christ.Now if anyone builds on the foundation with gold, silver, precious stones, wood, hay, straw—the work of each builder will become visible, for the daywill disclose it, because it will be revealed with fire, and the fire will test what sort of work each has done.If the work that someone has built on the foundation survives, the builder will receive a wage. If the work is burned up, the builder will suffer loss; the builder will be saved, but only as through fire.” I Corinthians 3:10-15.  

Is it possible for a person to become so thoroughly distorted, so completely depraved that the image of God is entirely erased and the Creator must say, “I never knew you. Depart from me”? Since Jesus floats this possibility, it would be foolish to ignore it. Nonetheless, that is not a call I believe any of us can make. From the disciple’s perspective, it is assumed that all persons, however cruel and depraved they might appear to us, nevertheless bear the image of God and must be treated with love and compassion. When Jesus was asked whether many or few would be saved, he refused to answer. Instead, he told the inquirers to focus on their own walk on the narrow path rather than speculate on the destiny of others. Luke 13:23-24.   

Finally, I am not sure what eternal punishment looks like-assuming anyone arrives there. I don’t think God gets any jollies from torturing people who call upon God by a different name, do not believe in God or do not have their doctrine quite right. If any are lost, it will be because they have become so thoroughly depraved that nothing of God’s image is recognizable or reconcilable with the kingdom of heaven. So what happens to those who become so thoroughly depraved that they cannot live peacefully under the gentle reign of God? Perhaps Father Zossima is right. The lost will finally be allowed into the kingdom in spite of themselves. That might be worse than any eternal flame. Can you imagine Donald Trump living in a world that no longer pays him any attention? Can you imagine Hitler living in a community that no longer remembers or cares about the Third Reich? What could be worse than realizing that you have thrown your life away on all the things that don’t matter and that everything you thought was important, all the accomplishments in which you took such pride and all the causes you gave your life to are worthless trinkets rusting in the dustbin of a world now past and that it is too late to change it?

The observations made by Father Zossima, speculative as  they might be, are nonetheless in keeping with the gospel message, namely, that the Good News of Jesus is not merely life after death, but life now into which God’s reign is breaking. Eternal life is not eternal merely by virtue of its duration, but chiefly because of its quality. “Faith, hope and love, these three remain, but the greatest of these is love,” says St. Paul. I Corinthians 13:13. All who live in love are living a life that transcends death. To live for less is to waste one’s life on that which is only fit for burning in the dump.

To conclude where I began, I don’t know what hell is. I am convinced, however, that whatever it is, hell is of our own making and not the work of a merciful and compassionate Creator. Here is a poem by Carl Sanburg illustrating the point.

Our Hells

Milton unlocked hell for us

And let us have a look.

Dante did the same.

Each of these hells is special-

One is Milton’s, one Dante’s.

Milton put in all that for him

          was hell on earth.

Dante put in all that for him

          was hell on earth.

Each of the demons was done in

          a dear personal idiom.

          If you unlock your hell for me

          And I unlock my hell for you

          They will be two special hells

          Done in our dear personal idioms.

          Each of us showing what for us

                    is hell on earth.

Source: Poetry (October, 1932). Carl Sandburg (1878 – July 22, 1967) was a Swedish-American poet, biographer, journalist and editor. He won three Pulitzer Prizes, two for his poetry and one for a biography of Abraham Lincoln. Sandburg is widely regarded as a major figure in contemporary literature. At the age of thirteen Sandburg left school and began driving a milk wagon. Throughout his early years, he worked as a porter at the Union Hotel barbershop in Galesburg, Illinois, a bricklayer, a farm laborer in Kansas, a hotel servant in Denver, Colorado and a coal-heaver in Omaha. Sandburg began his writing career as a journalist for the Chicago Daily News. Later he wrote poetry, history, biographies, novels, children’s literature and film reviews. He also collected and edited books of ballads and folklore. He spent most of his life in Illinois, Wisconsin, and Michigan before moving to North Carolina. You can find out more about Carl Sandburg and sample more of his poetry at the Poetry Foundation Website.


[1]  Dostoyevsky, Fyodor, The Brothers Karamazov (Trans. by Constance Garnett, c. 1950 by Random House, Inc., New York, NY) p. 387.