On Sunday, June 27, we welcome Pastor Mary Jane Hastings as our preacher and presider. You can worship in person at 10:00am here at Gloria Dei or join us via livestream at https://youtu.be/g6YKVwiLgNk
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Each life we remember today has a story. A story made up of many stories. Stories of being born, taking first steps, learning to ride a bike. Going to school. First crushes and lasting love. Broken arms and broken hearts. Inside jokes with friends. Halloween candy and Christmas ornaments. Favorite foods and favorite songs turned up on the radio.
Each life filled with what we might call ordinary blessings – conversations and moments that don’t seem all that special, but as they accumulate over time, they make up a life we might dare to call blessed.
“Blessed” is such a tricky word. A scroll through social media nudges us to believe that those who are blessed are the perfect families with the perfect teeth and the coordinating Halloween costumes and an endless supply of funny anecdotes. Except there are no perfect families. And perfect smiles often hide deep pain.
Jesus gives us a different understanding of being blessed today. Blessed are those who mourn, he says. Blessed are the poor in spirit. Those who hunger and thirst for righteousness – for justice. Blessed are the reviled and persecuted. Not the arrogant, but the meek, the humble, the kind. Not the warmongers, but the peacemakers. Not the vengeful, but the merciful. Jesus flips everything upside down. Jesus sees blessing as something other than how we see it. Maybe, he tells us, blessing isn’t about the fruits of our striving or about being lucky or accomplished. Maybe blessing is a source of hope in the midst of struggle.
This year more than ever I need to hear that those who mourn will be comforted. The numbers are too easy to blur into something abstract – the 1.2 million deaths worldwide or the 230,000 deaths here in the U.S. But each number is a person, a life now missing in the lives of those who loved them. Each number is an epicenter of new grief.
And in a larger sense we are all mourning, mourning the people who have died this year, whether from COVID or something else, mourning the loss of so many routines and plans and hopes, mourning the thousands of disruptions in these long, anxious months. If you are feeling overwhelmed by grief these days, you are not alone. It’s one of many reasons that we have these days built into the church year, so that we remind ourselves that grief is a part of life. There is nothing shameful about naming it and feeling it. It helps know that we are not alone.
I recently heard an interview by Kate Bowler with Jan Richardson, an author who is known for writing beautiful blessings for all kinds of circumstances.[i] Jan and her husband Gary got married in the spring of 2010 after a long time of being together and building a life together. Three years later Gary died following complications from surgery to remove a brain aneurysm. The grief consumed Jan for a long while. It’s still with her, though it has taken different forms over time.
In this interview Jan acknowledges that we too often think of blessings as a way of counting up how much Jesus likes us. Because, in our way of thinking, if Jesus likes us, then surely we will experience good and happy things. Except that’s not really how blessings work in scripture, where they more often come as the result of difficulty or wrestling or even despair. Blessings in the Bible have both a beauty and a toughness, Jan points out. She says: “There is no kind of situation, there is nothing in the circle of…our lived human experience that lies outside God’s desire for blessing for us, which translates to God’s desire…for us to have whole hearts, even when they’re shattered.” Jan goes on to say that a good blessing invites us into a space that doesn’t try to make sense of what has happened but to know that God is somehow present there.
As we hear the words of Jesus this morning…Blessed are the poor in spirit…blessed are those who mourn…blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness…we also hear the promises that Jesus offers. Theirs is the kingdom of heaven. They will be comforted. They will be filled. For every struggle there is a promise of hope. For every wound there is a promise of healing.
The beautiful thing about this notion of blessing is that it makes for authentic community. It means that we don’t have to come together as perfect, posturing people in order to be the body of Christ. As the body of Christ, we are bound together in one holy community, not just in spite of our struggles, but because of them. It’s what we mean when we say that we are a part of the communion of saints – that we are part of a community that brings together the hopes and heartaches of every generation. In that kind of community we can provide mutual support and consolation. And we can also provide mutual accountability for living the way that Jesus calls us to live – as people of humility, people of mercy, people of peace.
I recently stumbled across a video of a speech by Mr. Rogers.[ii] He was receiving a Lifetime Achievement Award at the 1997 Emmys, and he offered words that seem fitting for today’s observance of All Saints. Let’s listen to those words and accept his invitation. He said:
All of us have special ones who have loved us into being. Would you just take along with me ten seconds to think of the people who have helped you become who you are? Those who have cared about you and wanted what was best for you in life. Ten seconds of silence. I’ll watch the time. [Pauses while looking at his watch] Whomever you’ve been thinking about, how pleased they must be to know the difference you feel they’ve made.
As you hold in your heart and in your memory those people who have loved you into being, let’s close today with words from Jan Richardson:
For Those Who Walked With Us
who walked with us,
this is a prayer.
who have gone ahead,
this is a blessing.
who touched and tended us,
who lingered with us
while they lived,
this is a thanksgiving.
who journey still with us
in the shadows of awareness,
in the crevices of memory,
in the landscape of our dreams,
this is a benediction. Amen.
S.D.G. – The Rev. Dr. Christa M. Compton, Gloria Dei Lutheran Church, Chatham, NJ
June 13, 2021
My niece Camryn just finished the third grade. She loves animals. And she loves fun facts. So I sent her a book of fun facts about animals as a gift to celebrate the end of a crazy school year. She loved it and read most of the fun facts out loud to her family. Did you know, for example, that it is physically impossible for pigs to look up into the sky? Or that sea otters hold hands when they sleep in the water so they don’t float away from each other? Camryn was especially delighted to learn that sloths climb down to the ground once a week…to poop. And so now I’ve met the challenge issued by my 13-year-old niece, who dared me to mention sloth poop in a sermon.
These facts are fun, but the book also reminded me of how much we just don’t know. I don’t claim a vast knowledge of sea otters or sloths, but I know some things. And yet almost every fact in that book was a surprise. Many of them challenged my assumptions about those creatures – and made me realize once again what a clever Creator God is.
The little stories that Jesus tells in today’s gospel – these word pictures that we call “parables” – when you look closely, they challenge our assumptions as well.
We assume, for example, that we need to be in control. We need a plan. We need to manage the details of that plan, and we need to have a plan B and a plan C in case something goes wrong with plan A. I’m not saying that being prepared is a bad thing. But we all know that there’s a tipping point from careful planning to micromanaging. There’s a part of each of us that really wants to control not just the process or the planning, but the outcomes. If I do x, then y will happen. That’s how it’s supposed to work. If I sign up my kids for all the right programs, they will get into a good college. If I make all the right choices about what to eat, I will never get sick. If I take care of every need that my family has at every hour of every day, then nothing bad will happen. But that’s not how it works.
Then Jesus comes along and tells a story about a farmer who scatters seed and then…takes a nap? It sounds like the farmer basically throws some seed around and then does little else besides going to sleep and waking up and living his life. But that doesn’t keep the seed from growing. I’m guessing not all of them made it, but many of those seeds break open beneath the earth and find their way to the surface and unfurl themselves to soak up the sun and grow deep roots to drink up the rain. The farmer doesn’t do any of that – the seed does. And when the time comes, there’s plenty to harvest.
I don’t like this little parable. I want to know that effort is rewarded and that laziness has consequences. I want the story to say that if the farmer carefully places each seed in organically fertilized soil, then that seed will grow. I want it to say that if the farmer pulls every weed with his bare hands and waters the soil every single day, then the plants will prosper. I want the farmer to do something other than go to bed and wake up. Or, if that’s all he does, I want the seeds not to grow – just to prove a point. It doesn’t make sense that they grow. Jesus challenges our assumptions that we have to be in control of everything – or that it is even possible. Growth can surprise us by how it happens and where it happens.
Just when I’ve gotten myself pretty worked up about that first parable, Jesus tells another one, and it challenges my assumptions too. This time Jesus points us to the mustard seed, this smallest of seeds. I’d look at something that small and think, “What in the world could that become?” Even as it started growing, I might think, “That’s not a very attractive plant.” I might even start making plans to uproot it and get it away from the prettier plants. But then Jesus reminds us that this little tiny mustard seed eventually grows into something that spreads out its branches so that the birds can nest there. It provides shade and shelter in the best of ways. So much for my assumptions…yet again.
Both stories, Jesus tells us, are supposed to reveal something about the kingdom of God. In the end I think these stories reveal how little we understand the kingdom of God. God’s plans and purposes defy our expectations at every turn.
The kingdom of God is like this. It grows in ways we didn’t plan, uproots our assumptions, shows us how the things (or the people) we dismiss can surprise us. God’s imagination is far bigger than our own.
Yesterday I participated in an online experience called America Talks. I signed up for it a few weeks ago at the recommendation of a friend. I had to answer some questions about my background and my political beliefs ahead of time, and then yesterday afternoon, after a brief orientation, I was paired up with someone who does not share many of my beliefs for an hour-long, one-on-one, face-to-face online conversation. I’ll be honest. I was pretty nervous. I enjoy talking to strangers, but it’s been a long time since I’ve had the chance to do that, and this kind of conversation seemed like it could go off the rails pretty easily.
My conversation partner was Phil, a 62-year-old grandfather and former Marine who lives in Michigan. Thanks to some helpful guidelines, the conversation was structured so that we could get to know each other better, we could talk honestly about our differences, and we could hopefully find some common ground. We were encouraged to listen with curiosity, to speak from our own experiences, and to connect with respect. In other words, to set aside our assumptions about the other person and try learning instead of judging.
We had a great conversation. By the end Phil and I had named a common goal and had identified the ways that we would each keep working toward that goal. We found that we share a commitment to supporting young people and providing every kid with a quality education. We talked about the importance of making sure that all children have good, safe, healthy lives, no matter where they live. We differed on a lot of things, and we would probably disagree on the policies that might lead to our shared goal, but we agreed about a lot more than I would have predicted.
About 1000 people participated yesterday. I realize that 500 conversations are not going to transform our country tomorrow. But I keep thinking that each small conversation as a kind of mustard seed. Even though I can’t control the outcomes or conditions of this experiment, maybe things will grow from those small conversations and connections that we never imagined. I don’t have to know what will happen to trust that God can make something beautiful and useful out of it. I just have to let go of my assumptions and try. I have to trust God’s imagination.
In the end, Jesus himself embodies the ultimate challenge to our assumptions. If you’d asked a first-century Jewish person to describe what the messiah was supposed to look like, that person would not have described an itinerant preacher born into relative poverty. And yet that’s how Jesus shows up – defying all expectations by taking on flesh and blood and becoming one of us. Then he kept showing up in the places no one expected, among the people no one else respected – the tax collectors and the lepers and the bleeding women and the beggars. And isn’t resurrection the ultimate challenge to our assumptions? We assume that dead people stay dead. And yet that’s when Jesus shows up again, promising a victory over death that is beyond our imagination.
I hope we will look for those mustard seed possibilities that God puts before us, as God challenges us to release our assumptions and to be open to something unexpected. We don’t have to be in control. We are not in control. But we are part of a holy community that God has called together and that God promises to use for holy purposes.
Maybe the sea otters can teach us something – like how to hold on to each other so that we don’t drift apart. Amen.
S.D.G. – The Rev. Dr. Christa M. Compton, Gloria Dei Lutheran Church, Chatham, NJ
June 6, 2021
‘Tis the season. The season of proms and graduations and confirmations and end-of-the-school-year milestones that flood us with memories of when the kids we know were much smaller, able to fit right in the crook of our arms. One day they’re reaching for your hand to hang on tight. You blink, and the next day they’re reaching for a diploma.
Radio host Scott Simon recently shared a piece reflecting on his daughters, for whom his family celebrated two graduations this year – one from eighth grade, the other from high school. He and his wife have been looking through photos from when the girls were much smaller, marveling at how quickly it all went. He says this:
Parents have special eyesight. We watch our children get smarter and taller and stronger, and we dream they may someday dazzle the world. But some part of our eyes and hearts will always see them as infants we once held; children whose small hands once reached up for ours; the charmers who smiled into our faces with the power of sunlight.
We dream that someday they may dazzle the world. I wonder if that’s how Mary felt as she watched Jesus go about those early months of his ministry. Her child who had been born in unusual circumstances is now all grown up and doing what he was born to do. It should come as no surprise that the kid whose earliest visitors had included both shepherds and wise men would now attract a crowd filled with all kinds of people. It should also come as no surprise that Mary is worried about the attention that Jesus is attracting. Mothers have instincts about these things. They know when trouble is on the horizon.
Notice that we’re only in chapter 3 of Mark’s gospel, but a lot has happened so far. Jesus has been baptized, spent forty days in the wilderness resisting the temptations of Satan, cobbled together his group of disciples, and done some preaching. But mostly what he’s done has been healing – cleansing a leper, healing a paralytic. You know, just your typical day at the office.
But Jesus has also been doing some exorcisms, casting out demons in those who had been afflicted with evil spirits. Our modern sensibilities can come up with all kinds of theories about what was going on with those who had been possessed, but the important part is that Jesus restores them to a new kind of life. And in doing so, he restores them to a new kind of relationship with their families and communities. He also earns himself a reputation as having power over evil.
Mary has shown up (with reinforcements) to persuade Jesus to tone it down a little. She’s heard the rumors. She knows that people are saying that Jesus is himself an agent of evil. How else, they wonder, could he cast out these evil spirits? Mary knows enough to understand that these situations usually don’t end well. I can only imagine how much she’s worried about what will happen to her son.
The religious leaders have arrived from Jerusalem, and they waste no time in fueling the narrative that Jesus is not just out of his mind, but a ruler of demons. There’s a little back and forth here, in which Jesus points out some flaws in their logic. It would be pretty silly for the ruler of demons to go around doing exorcisms – a house divided against itself cannot stand, after all. The back and forth ends – for now – with Jesus warning them that it is unforgivable to look at the healing work of God and call it evil.
As an aside, that verse about blaspheming against the Holy Spirit has created a lot of angst over the centuries for church people who have feared committing an unforgivable sin. I tend to believe that Jesus is exaggerating a little in this moment for persuasive effect. He wants them to see how wrong it is to try to impede this healing work that he has been sent by God to do. As so often happens, church folks have taken a verse like that and too often weaponized it against people whose behavior they didn’t like.
What always stands out to me about this story is not the back and forth with the religious leaders, although that’s important. What really hits me is what Jesus says about family. He dismisses his own family’s concerns for him. And remember: their worries are real and valid. If Jesus had listened to them and gone back home to live out a quiet life in the countryside, he would not have ended up on a cross. But he doesn’t let his family talk him into that safer life.
Instead Jesus redefines family: “’Who are my mother and my brothers?’ And looking at those who sat around him, he said, ‘Here are my mother and my brothers! Whoever does the will of God is my brother and sister and mother.’”
Whoever does the will of God is my family, Jesus says. Whoever joins in the work of healing and hope and justice and peace – those are my family. And family stands with each other in doing those things that are both necessary and hard.
Jesus introduces us here to a more expansive idea of family, one that is not just about being blood relatives or having grown up in the same household. And while the families into which we are born can be sources of love and support, for many people they can be sources of pain and rejection.
I have seen it so many times as a hospital chaplain, including my time in San Francisco, especially among those who are LGBTQ. I met people who came to the city from all over the country because their families had cast them out simply for being who they are. They show up alone and scared. And then some unfortunate event – an accident, an injury, a difficult diagnosis – lands them in the hospital. Hospitals can feel pretty lonely no matter who you are, but imagine if you are all alone in a city far from where you grew up.
Time and time again I’ve witnessed a new kind of family show up in those hospital rooms. A chosen family. Mothers whose children have grown up and moved away show up to mother folks whose own mothers won’t speak to them. Children show up with pictures they’ve drawn for their chosen aunts and uncles. Other people show up as adopted siblings, bringing a cozy blanket, a set of headphones, and some jokes that make the patient laugh and are just dirty enough to make the chaplain blush a little. Mostly people bring their presence. They sit and wait and listen so that the person in the hospital bed feels not loneliness, but love. Love all around.
This is what church is called to be… a community of God’s extravagant love in the midst of forces that fight against that love at every turn.
In a society that’s more interested in hurling insults and stirring up conflict, it’s rather revolutionary to say, “We are bound together by something stronger than all of that nonsense. We have all gone swimming in the waters of baptism because we all needed the same amount of God’s grace – and we keep needing it, again and again. We are all raised to new life in Jesus, who keeps reminding us that it’s not about creating divisions, but is instead about the One who holds us all and refuses to let us go.”
May we hold fast that promise, which makes us family. Amen.
S.D.G. – The Rev. Dr. Christa M. Compton, Gloria Dei Lutheran Church, Chatham, NJ