Rev. Karla Miller
The Eliot Church of Newton
April 4 2010
John 20: 1-18
You never know what is going to happen in the garden do you?
You never know what you might find.
I remember as a child, my Grandma Miller had an enormous garden. Every summer, the earth she tilled and tended would yield squash and watermelon, potatoes, peas and carrots, and yes, rutabagas and celery and onions. My favorites were her raspberry bushes that were stingy with their produce. They were the objects of treasure hunts, and whenever we discovered a crimson ripe raspberry, it was like finding a diamond.
My first try at gardening was about 9 years ago, when I lived in a duplex in Western North Carolina, and I grew tomatoes in big giant pots on my deck.
I was so excited. I consulted Martha Stewart on how to prune the suckers back, and quizzed my stepfather Cal, tomato grower extraordinaire, on his best practices.
The first ripened tiny yellow pear tomatoes, were gorgeous, and tasted like glory when I popped them in my mouth, straight off the vine. Miraculous!
In New England, however, my gardening attempts haven’t been all that…exquisite.
Like I said, you never know what you are going to find in the garden.
The first summer we were here, I planted perennials—a hollyhock to remind me of my grandmother, and mint, because I had heard it grows like crazy.
Aren’t perennials supposed to come back the next summer?
I did manage to grow a yellow pepper, but when I went to harvest it, I found that a critter had beat me to it.
Don’t even GET ME STARTED on last years tomatoes.
It’s not all bad. I have some lovely Shasta daisies and Japanese Iris’ from Elizabeth Baker’s yard—and I think they are healthy because they got a good start somewhere else. The tulip bulbs I planted last fall are coming up.
Maybe, this will be my year.
You never know what you will find in the garden.
I often wonder what Mary was expecting to happen in the garden,
that first Easter so long ago.
Mary cloaked in the shadows of the night, seeks the tomb of her beloved teacher and friend. Why was she going there? This particular gospel doesn’t tell us why. Perhaps she was going to make sure the crucifixion hadn’t just been a hellish nightmare, that perhaps there would be no tomb. Denial is a stage of grief, after all….
Maybe she was so completely bereft, that she just needed to collapse in despair near Jesus’ lifeless body, the closest she could even dream to ever be with him, ever again.
I am pretty sure she wasn’t expecting an empty tomb.
When she found one, she was so surprised, she ran for back-up!
Like I said, you never know what you will find in the garden.
Simon Peter and the other disciple run a foot race to the tomb,
and what they saw when they looked inside the grave was—
A whole bunch of nothing, except the remnants of death,
Discarded grave clothes.
They go home, without a word.
It’s all very confusing, except one of the disciples “believed” but we don’t know what he believed because the text also notes that they did not yet “understand the scripture that he might rise from the dead.”
Perhaps he finally believed that Jesus was really gone. Really dead.
In any case, there was nothing left for them in the garden.
Mary, however, lingers in the garden,
Near the empty tomb,
Weeping. Thinking that someone has stolen her Jesus.
She is not ready to accept his absence.
When she peers into the tomb, instead of seeing grave clothes.
She meets angels…
Angels that somehow turn her away from the empty tomb and death,
And practically into the arms of the living Christ,
who in speaking her name,
brings her back to life with the Good News.
“He is alive. I have SEEN him.”
Wouldn’t you have liked to be a fly on the wall when she burst in upon the disciples and made THAT announcement?
It’s a great story, right?
Empty tombs and angels, gardens and running disciples and a back from the dead Jesus.
I confess, for a long time I didn’t take the resurrection seriously—I didn’t need it—because I loved Jesus—the Jesus who walked on earth, who fed poor people and touched lepers and spoke to women.
I loved Jesus who told me to treat others as myself and told stories about lost coins being found and comparing the kingdom of God to a woman baking bread.
The only reason, I thought, we had these resurrection stories was that the ancient writers of the gospels had to make Jesus out to be a super hero in the context of Greco-Roman culture in which there was a lot of competition with those other gods, like Zeus and his consorts. Resurrection? Empty tomb? A Literary trope, that was it.
However, as Barbara Brown Taylor notes, maybe the empty tomb is not the point of Easter. She writes:
Resurrection does not square with anything else we know about physical human life on earth…The resurrection is the one and only event in Jesus’ life that was entirely between him and God. There were no witnesses whatsoever. No one on earth can say what happened inside that tomb, because no one was there. They all arrived after the fact. Two of them saw clothes. One of them saw angels. Most of them saw nothing at all because they were still in bed that morning, but as it turned out that did not matter because the empty tomb was not the point...
...The point is the encounter with the Living Christ. He had outgrown his tomb, which was too small a focus for the resurrection. The risen one had people to see and things to do. The living one’s business was among the living, to whom he appeared not once but four more times in the Gospel of John. Every time he came to his friends they became stronger, wiser, kinder, more daring. Every time he came to them, they became more like him.
Isn’t this what we want as people of faith?
To become more like Jesus, to be wiser, kinder, more courageous?
My sisters and brothers, the only way only way to do that is to meet the risen Christ in the world in which we live everyday.
Frankly, I need the resurrection.
Every day I crucify others...when I curse the bad drivers in Boston, and still cut them off, when I fail to be present to an outstretched hand in the square, or don’t listen well to my spouse, when I get irritated with someone who isn't playing nice, when my heart breaks as I listen to the news, see the stray dog running loose in traffic.
Everyday I die a thousand little deaths, when I doubt myself and my ability, when I am envious at someone’s success, when I can’t let go of a bad decision, and hold on to anger and resentment.
I need the resurrection, because if there were only crucifying and dying,
there would be no point.
Indeed, the resurrection makes no sense, and it makes all the sense in the world:
Look~~~
The tulips in garden are shooting up and the daffodils are blooming in the parking lot.
Babies are born.
The sun finally came out.
The stranger at the store opened the door for me, and actually smiled.
The birds sang you awake this morning.
I am not alone.
You are not alone,
The check didn’t bounce,
And the dog still loves you,
And maybe even your family….
These are appearances of the living Lord,
And they are love,
And mercy,
Our resurrection stories in the garden of life.
Like I said, you never know what you will find in the garden…
You might even meet the Gardener.
Happy Easter.
Christ has risen,
Alleluia!
Amen.
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Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Grace Upon Grace
Rev. Karla Jean Miller
Eliot Church of Newton
January 4, 2008
John 1: 10-18
Two of the Boston Globe headlines said it all on New Year’s Day.
First:
“For many, joy this time is in ringing out the old…
Ringing out 2008!—let’s face it, 2008 caused ulcers!”
If you read through the end of the article, you would know that many people associated 2008 with anxiety. And no wonder—you know the mantra: Retirement funds shrinking, a horrible economy, violence abroad in so many places, and people not spending money because they are scared about just getting by. A local therapist noted, "This year, more than any other year in my 16 years of practicing psychiatry, I have more people telling me they are pleased to see a difficult chapter of their lives ending. I have never seen people be more anxious than they were in 2008.”
In short, the article notes, we all are glad to say goodbye to 2008, and although our expectations for 2009 aren’t necessarily sky-high, we believe things may at least be better, and we all are ready for change, desperate to start something new.
But then, the next headline in our esteemed local paper read:
“Why is Change so Hard?”
The gist of this article is one that any of us could write. The New Year is synonymous with change. Many of us resolve to do better—pay off debt, spend less money, work out, lose weight. But, after a few days or weeks, we let things go. Even successful people, at the top of their game, fail at personal change. Look at Oprah, the queen of proclamation of self-care, admits she hasn’t been caring for herself, she hasn’t been living her Best Life. Even our president-elect struggles with a cigarette habit that he would like to kick.
Now, I am sure none of you have been on your treadmills more the past couple of days than you have in the last 9 months like me. Probably, most of you haven’t ever resolved to “do better this year at…(fill in the blank).” Perhaps you chalked up 2008 to be nothing but glorious. However, if you do somewhat resonate with the Globe headlines, then today’s text might be Good News for you.
And the Word became flesh and lived among us, full of grace and truth.
We are embodied creatures. You and I. As one scholar notes: “We make the best sense of life when we understand the connection of our lives to our bodies and to the physical ground upon which we tread.” Our emotions are physical, as we have experienced this year, and even how they are explained in the Hebrew Bible.
For example:
“The nose burning hot” is an expression of anger.
“Tearing clothes and throwing earth on your head” is an expression of mourning.
In the Psalms, we see fear and anxiety and guilt expressed as “the body groaning, the heart melting, and bones out of joint.”
God’s compassion makes the body to dance and sing and collapse on the earth to sing.
We are embodied creatures, indeed.
And so for God to become human, and live among us, means that God gets what anxiety, what fear, what despair, what desolation and depression and pain all feel like. The Divine understands what the human story is all about.
The Word became flesh.
The English language doesn’t really have an exact rendering of the Greek word, LOGOS—which is typically translated as Word. In Asian cultures, Logos is rendered as Tao—the Way. “In the beginning was the the Way, and the Way was God, and the Way was God.” Another translation of LOGOS could be Story. In the beginning was the Story, and the Story was God and the Story is God…and the Story became flesh and lived among us, full of grace and truth . God knows the Story of our lives, God is the Story, embodied in Christ, and oh, because of that, we can put the stories of our worry and wonder into the great story of God’s presence with us.
The text goes on to promise:
“From the fullness of the Story made flesh, we have all received, grace upon grace.” And isn’t this true—in the past year of uncertainty, of mouth dropping open shock at the capricious greed of others, of unbelievable acts of violence and hate, not to mention the personal tragedies of our own lives, haven’t there been tiny points of grace, of hope, that made your story a little more bearable?
Grace upon grace.
For me, grace upon grace was manifest in unspectacular moments:
In embraces of comfort while grieving a loss of my beloved nephew.
In deep belly laughing while watching Saturday Night Live skits…
In the sweetness of a good conversation over coffee with a friend…
In the tears I shed even harder every time I watch the video of Christian the Lion being reunited with the couple who saved his life, with Whitney Houston singing “I Will Always Love You” in the background. (You-Tube video…if you haven’t seen it, allow me to share it with you later)
I experience those grace upon graces, feel them in my body in the ways the Hebrew writers describe.
Barbara Brown Taylor says that “for all our failure to honor them, our bodies remain God’s best way of getting to us.” The fullness of God, the grace of God is most deeply in understood in the touching, seeing, hearing and tasting God’s goodness and God’s presence made flesh among us. No wonder the Psalmist wrote, O taste and see that the Lord is Good (Ps 34:8).
So, there was grace in 2008, and yet, the future, well, what about 2009? Really. The reality of the world situation still looms. Is it too much to hope to change, when we know that change….is hard…and often we give up before we can even begin to think about being successful?
Stephanie Pausell, professor of ministry at Harvard Divinity School, grew up in the great state of North Carolina. When she was in second grade, the courts ordered her town to get serious about integration—for like many towns in the South, her town resisted “Brown vs. Board of Education” with a “school choice’ option. Faced with the court order, her town refused to open school. Choosing no school over integrated classrooms kept the schools closed for months.
In a neighboring county, for years, until the last two or so decades, there was a billboard at the county line that proclaimed, “The Ku Klux Klan Welcomes You.” (To this day, in many counties in NC, there are similar billboards) Both of these counties voted, by margins of 4 and 7 percent, respectively, for Barack Obama.
She writes, “All across the country, people are telling stories like these, stories of change you can see and even quantify…stories of courage and stories of communities gradually choosing a new narrative in which to live”
Indeed, change is possible—we have seen it in this past election, where the struggle for civil rights has been indispensably good for this country…as slow as change can be. The evidence of change is exhilarating and breathtaking, and when it is visible…it feels “like resurrection.”
Rev. Peter Gomes defines “good news” as “we don’t have to be as we are.” We don’t have to be stuck. We don’t have to play the same old tapes. We can change…personally and collectively. We can be born, again, and again with God, season after blessed season.
But part of the reason that change is hard, is that knocks us off our feet, destabilizes us, causes disequilibrium when things are different—even if they are better for us. That’s why, for the most part, effective change requires persistence. But, friends, we don’t have to be as we are. That is Good News, indeed. Thank God. And we can change.
The Word made Flesh in Jesus never stops inviting people to change. The story of God with us believes that we are embodied creatures that are “capable of radical change” Even when we choose not to accept the invitation, Jesus continues to invite us. Even when our attempts at change are falter and fail. The invitation is offered, again and again:
Come, sell all that you own, and give to the poor. Your treasure is in me.
Come, love your enemy.
Come, follow me, and I will make you fish for people.
Come, all you who are weary…and let me give you rest.
Come, and I will fill you the fullness of God,
Come, take this bread, drink this cup, and remember me.
Because I am the Word made flesh,
the Story that lives among you,
offering you grace upon grace, upon grace.
Amen.
Benediction
From the Iona Community
We stand to face the future:
God behind us in the past
Christ before us; the way ahead;
Christ beside us in this moment;
Christ beneath us in our weakness;
Christ above to shield us-
Beneath the shadow of his wings we are safe;
Christ between us to bind us in the unity of his love;
Christ in us equipping us with his all sufficient grace.
Thus armed and guided, and protected we face the New Year.
Now we arise and go forth on the journey before us,
Knowing that, where Christ leads, life is a journey home.
Therefore we travel in faith, in hope, and in love,
in the name of the Father/ Mother, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.
May the blessing of God
be upon us
all this year
and into eternity. Amen.
Eliot Church of Newton
January 4, 2008
John 1: 10-18
Two of the Boston Globe headlines said it all on New Year’s Day.
First:
“For many, joy this time is in ringing out the old…
Ringing out 2008!—let’s face it, 2008 caused ulcers!”
If you read through the end of the article, you would know that many people associated 2008 with anxiety. And no wonder—you know the mantra: Retirement funds shrinking, a horrible economy, violence abroad in so many places, and people not spending money because they are scared about just getting by. A local therapist noted, "This year, more than any other year in my 16 years of practicing psychiatry, I have more people telling me they are pleased to see a difficult chapter of their lives ending. I have never seen people be more anxious than they were in 2008.”
In short, the article notes, we all are glad to say goodbye to 2008, and although our expectations for 2009 aren’t necessarily sky-high, we believe things may at least be better, and we all are ready for change, desperate to start something new.
But then, the next headline in our esteemed local paper read:
“Why is Change so Hard?”
The gist of this article is one that any of us could write. The New Year is synonymous with change. Many of us resolve to do better—pay off debt, spend less money, work out, lose weight. But, after a few days or weeks, we let things go. Even successful people, at the top of their game, fail at personal change. Look at Oprah, the queen of proclamation of self-care, admits she hasn’t been caring for herself, she hasn’t been living her Best Life. Even our president-elect struggles with a cigarette habit that he would like to kick.
Now, I am sure none of you have been on your treadmills more the past couple of days than you have in the last 9 months like me. Probably, most of you haven’t ever resolved to “do better this year at…(fill in the blank).” Perhaps you chalked up 2008 to be nothing but glorious. However, if you do somewhat resonate with the Globe headlines, then today’s text might be Good News for you.
And the Word became flesh and lived among us, full of grace and truth.
We are embodied creatures. You and I. As one scholar notes: “We make the best sense of life when we understand the connection of our lives to our bodies and to the physical ground upon which we tread.” Our emotions are physical, as we have experienced this year, and even how they are explained in the Hebrew Bible.
For example:
“The nose burning hot” is an expression of anger.
“Tearing clothes and throwing earth on your head” is an expression of mourning.
In the Psalms, we see fear and anxiety and guilt expressed as “the body groaning, the heart melting, and bones out of joint.”
God’s compassion makes the body to dance and sing and collapse on the earth to sing.
We are embodied creatures, indeed.
And so for God to become human, and live among us, means that God gets what anxiety, what fear, what despair, what desolation and depression and pain all feel like. The Divine understands what the human story is all about.
The Word became flesh.
The English language doesn’t really have an exact rendering of the Greek word, LOGOS—which is typically translated as Word. In Asian cultures, Logos is rendered as Tao—the Way. “In the beginning was the the Way, and the Way was God, and the Way was God.” Another translation of LOGOS could be Story. In the beginning was the Story, and the Story was God and the Story is God…and the Story became flesh and lived among us, full of grace and truth . God knows the Story of our lives, God is the Story, embodied in Christ, and oh, because of that, we can put the stories of our worry and wonder into the great story of God’s presence with us.
The text goes on to promise:
“From the fullness of the Story made flesh, we have all received, grace upon grace.” And isn’t this true—in the past year of uncertainty, of mouth dropping open shock at the capricious greed of others, of unbelievable acts of violence and hate, not to mention the personal tragedies of our own lives, haven’t there been tiny points of grace, of hope, that made your story a little more bearable?
Grace upon grace.
For me, grace upon grace was manifest in unspectacular moments:
In embraces of comfort while grieving a loss of my beloved nephew.
In deep belly laughing while watching Saturday Night Live skits…
In the sweetness of a good conversation over coffee with a friend…
In the tears I shed even harder every time I watch the video of Christian the Lion being reunited with the couple who saved his life, with Whitney Houston singing “I Will Always Love You” in the background. (You-Tube video…if you haven’t seen it, allow me to share it with you later)
I experience those grace upon graces, feel them in my body in the ways the Hebrew writers describe.
Barbara Brown Taylor says that “for all our failure to honor them, our bodies remain God’s best way of getting to us.” The fullness of God, the grace of God is most deeply in understood in the touching, seeing, hearing and tasting God’s goodness and God’s presence made flesh among us. No wonder the Psalmist wrote, O taste and see that the Lord is Good (Ps 34:8).
So, there was grace in 2008, and yet, the future, well, what about 2009? Really. The reality of the world situation still looms. Is it too much to hope to change, when we know that change….is hard…and often we give up before we can even begin to think about being successful?
Stephanie Pausell, professor of ministry at Harvard Divinity School, grew up in the great state of North Carolina. When she was in second grade, the courts ordered her town to get serious about integration—for like many towns in the South, her town resisted “Brown vs. Board of Education” with a “school choice’ option. Faced with the court order, her town refused to open school. Choosing no school over integrated classrooms kept the schools closed for months.
In a neighboring county, for years, until the last two or so decades, there was a billboard at the county line that proclaimed, “The Ku Klux Klan Welcomes You.” (To this day, in many counties in NC, there are similar billboards) Both of these counties voted, by margins of 4 and 7 percent, respectively, for Barack Obama.
She writes, “All across the country, people are telling stories like these, stories of change you can see and even quantify…stories of courage and stories of communities gradually choosing a new narrative in which to live”
Indeed, change is possible—we have seen it in this past election, where the struggle for civil rights has been indispensably good for this country…as slow as change can be. The evidence of change is exhilarating and breathtaking, and when it is visible…it feels “like resurrection.”
Rev. Peter Gomes defines “good news” as “we don’t have to be as we are.” We don’t have to be stuck. We don’t have to play the same old tapes. We can change…personally and collectively. We can be born, again, and again with God, season after blessed season.
But part of the reason that change is hard, is that knocks us off our feet, destabilizes us, causes disequilibrium when things are different—even if they are better for us. That’s why, for the most part, effective change requires persistence. But, friends, we don’t have to be as we are. That is Good News, indeed. Thank God. And we can change.
The Word made Flesh in Jesus never stops inviting people to change. The story of God with us believes that we are embodied creatures that are “capable of radical change” Even when we choose not to accept the invitation, Jesus continues to invite us. Even when our attempts at change are falter and fail. The invitation is offered, again and again:
Come, sell all that you own, and give to the poor. Your treasure is in me.
Come, love your enemy.
Come, follow me, and I will make you fish for people.
Come, all you who are weary…and let me give you rest.
Come, and I will fill you the fullness of God,
Come, take this bread, drink this cup, and remember me.
Because I am the Word made flesh,
the Story that lives among you,
offering you grace upon grace, upon grace.
Amen.
Benediction
From the Iona Community
We stand to face the future:
God behind us in the past
Christ before us; the way ahead;
Christ beside us in this moment;
Christ beneath us in our weakness;
Christ above to shield us-
Beneath the shadow of his wings we are safe;
Christ between us to bind us in the unity of his love;
Christ in us equipping us with his all sufficient grace.
Thus armed and guided, and protected we face the New Year.
Now we arise and go forth on the journey before us,
Knowing that, where Christ leads, life is a journey home.
Therefore we travel in faith, in hope, and in love,
in the name of the Father/ Mother, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.
May the blessing of God
be upon us
all this year
and into eternity. Amen.
Taste
Rev. Karla Jean Miller
Eliot Church of Newton
September 27, 2009
Mark 9:38-50
How many of you just love to cook?
How many of you would self-identify as a foodie?
How many of you have seen Julia and Julie more than once?
I don’t consider myself a gourmet cook. Or a foodie. But I like to cook—creatively and a bit improvisationally.
For instance, if a recipe calls for mandarin oranges, and I have none on hand, I am too happy to substitute an orange bell pepper--
That’s probably why, when I offered to cook for Liz’s staff party being held at our house, she was quick to say, “oh no, no, we will get it catered.” That’s probably why, come to think of it, the last two Christmases our invited guests have been quick to INSIST they bring the turkey and fixins’.
No, I am not a foodie. But my tendency to improvise on recipes has met with some amazing tasty delights, and treacherous inedible disasters. There is more than one reason a recipe might call for mandarin oranges over orange bell peppers, but I suspect that taste is probably the main reason, and color only secondary.
Taste. If you are trying a new food for the first time, the first thing you might ask is: What does this taste like?
The sense of taste is pretty powerful—so much so that the Psalmist joyfully sings, “O Taste and See That the Lord is Good.” A metaphor, if you will, encouraging the faithful to experience the goodness and richness of God as if you were enjoying a royal banquet.
Or, otherwise.
At the pottery studio this week, I was speaking with two women. One retired, and one in her late 20’s-30s . The retired woman is an atheist, and knows I am a pastor, so almost every time we speak, she brings up religion and how she got turned off her church because they always wanted money. Church, for her has lost its taste. The woman in her late 20’s talked about being an atheist, too. She was raised Catholic, but dropped out of the confirmation process because all of her classmates were groaning how they didn’t believe any of the stuff they were being taught, but they were doing it anyway because they knew they would get a lot of money at their confirmation parties from family and friends. They were in it for the money. She dropped out. That church experience left a bad taste in her mouth.
Our text today is about taste, and balance, and how people ought to live as a community of faithful followers. The disciples were worried about themselves. They were responding jealously in their own self interest to someone who was casting out demons in Jesus name. (Note: In a previous passage before our reading, the disciples were not able to cast out demons, because they forgot to pray.) Instead of being joyful for the person who was freed from suffering and living a new life, they were worried that the agent of healing, who didn’t even know Jesus, was stealing their thunder.
In essence, they were impeding the ministry of another.
So, Jesus admonishes them. “Cut off any part of you that causes the least of these…or yourself to stumble.” Basically, Jesus is telling the disciples to look at themselves. Consider where they are at, as a community. Are you causing others to not experience the good news? Are you jealous of each other? How are you impeding yourselves from experiencing the light and healing and care of God?
“Oh, and by the way,” Jesus says, “be salty.”
Odd thought, isn’t it? Have salt in yourselves?
In antiquity, salt was one of the primary ways to preserve food. It was also used, as today, for a seasoning to make food taste good. In the Old Testament, salt was used in rituals of hospitality and covenant-making. Salt had power to keep what was precious safe, and had the power to destroy, as in the book of Judges where a warrior sowed the field of an enemy with salt to make it barren. Salt was a cleansing agent, regarded as potent against enemies, and many women performed rituals of salting their babies to ward off evil.
Salt represented Permanence. Strength.
No wonder Jesus uses salt as a metaphor for discipleship. Have salt with in yourselves, Jesus urges, be steadfast, long-lasting, distinctive, interesting, tasty—to one another, and to the world. Be different—but in an enticing way. Don’t be tasteless.
For the first time in American religious history, we have a generation of people, the children of the baby boomers, who have not been raised in the church. But, according to recent studies in American religion, many of these people identify as spiritual, but not religious. They are suspect of organized religion that has ceased to be relevant in their worlds, and doubt that Christianity has anything of value to say to their lives. Today, Church is perceived as being about exciting as white bread-and as tasteless as—unsalted popcorn. What’s worse, there are those around us, in our communities, and in our lives where Christianity has left a bad taste in their mouths.
And yet, we who are here today have tasted community, we have tasted heaven here, in church, haven’t we? Sometimes we taste great big gulps of heaven, and sometimes only the tiniest hints of the flavor of heaven—but we have tasted goodness and life and hope, haven’t we?
We have tasted heaven in covered dish suppers, and making lunches for Common Cathedral. We have tasted hope in the silence of worship, and in laughter and tears shared. Scripture is sweet, and hymns sung together are rich. Prayer nourishes. We have tasted grace in those moments you know that everything is going to be o.k. because you know God has your back, and you know you will be cared for. You have tasted hope in the times you have completely lost your faith, you don’t believe in anything, let alone God, and someone else believes for you. The power and permanence and peace of faith are tasted in coffee hour, theological debate, in youth mission trips, and even in annual meetings to pass our budgets. On our lips lingers the balanced and seasoned life of community lived in the absolute, unfailing love of God through Christ. Here at Eliot, we have tasted God. And God is good.
And yet…my mind goes back to the studio. I think about what my younger atheist colleague said: “Most of my friends grew up in the church, but we are atheists. But we long for community, but where do you find that? Some of us are having children, and we want them to have community, but where? Some people find it in church—I actually volunteer at the food pantry at the UU church on Thursdays. There is community there…but there should be something more….”
I piped up. “My church has community! And we are full of doubters, nonbelievers, seekers, believers, and questioners! It’s messy but deep and nourishing.” I was proud to be able to say that.
My friends…how do we offer the taste of community and faith to people like my potter colleagues? Those who are spiritual and not religious? Those who long for something more, but don’t know where to look for it? We know we have what some of them are looking for.
We have to learn how to describe this good taste of faith. And not keep it a secret.
On Regathering Sunday, Tony preached about this very thing—in different words. He said, But we can’t just preach to ourselves and our children. We need to find the words, the tools, the courage to carry the message to those who have not heard.
It tastes good here, doesn’t it? Sometimes we don’t know how to describe to others. But we are going to learn how to do this, together. Share what we have here at Eliot, with others. So today, I am going help you start thinking in this direction….
If worship had a taste
What would it taste like?
Would it taste wild and earthy, like blueberries, eaten straight off the bush?
If prayer had a taste,
Would it taste faint and precious, like the milky scent of a sleeping infant,
Would it taste strong and solid, like long hike in the woods?
If Eliot Church had a taste,
Would it taste like home, like the smell of fresh bread baking in the oven? Would it be salty? Or more like the mélange and variety of tastes that you get in a box of Jelly Belly Jelly Beans? Popcorn flavored, green bean flavored, pomegranate-apple flavored?
Talk about your thoughts on this with one another.
During coffee today. At home. In the car. At dinner. Please.
O Taste and See, that the Lord is good.
Amen.
Eliot Church of Newton
September 27, 2009
Mark 9:38-50
How many of you just love to cook?
How many of you would self-identify as a foodie?
How many of you have seen Julia and Julie more than once?
I don’t consider myself a gourmet cook. Or a foodie. But I like to cook—creatively and a bit improvisationally.
For instance, if a recipe calls for mandarin oranges, and I have none on hand, I am too happy to substitute an orange bell pepper--
That’s probably why, when I offered to cook for Liz’s staff party being held at our house, she was quick to say, “oh no, no, we will get it catered.” That’s probably why, come to think of it, the last two Christmases our invited guests have been quick to INSIST they bring the turkey and fixins’.
No, I am not a foodie. But my tendency to improvise on recipes has met with some amazing tasty delights, and treacherous inedible disasters. There is more than one reason a recipe might call for mandarin oranges over orange bell peppers, but I suspect that taste is probably the main reason, and color only secondary.
Taste. If you are trying a new food for the first time, the first thing you might ask is: What does this taste like?
The sense of taste is pretty powerful—so much so that the Psalmist joyfully sings, “O Taste and See That the Lord is Good.” A metaphor, if you will, encouraging the faithful to experience the goodness and richness of God as if you were enjoying a royal banquet.
Or, otherwise.
At the pottery studio this week, I was speaking with two women. One retired, and one in her late 20’s-30s . The retired woman is an atheist, and knows I am a pastor, so almost every time we speak, she brings up religion and how she got turned off her church because they always wanted money. Church, for her has lost its taste. The woman in her late 20’s talked about being an atheist, too. She was raised Catholic, but dropped out of the confirmation process because all of her classmates were groaning how they didn’t believe any of the stuff they were being taught, but they were doing it anyway because they knew they would get a lot of money at their confirmation parties from family and friends. They were in it for the money. She dropped out. That church experience left a bad taste in her mouth.
Our text today is about taste, and balance, and how people ought to live as a community of faithful followers. The disciples were worried about themselves. They were responding jealously in their own self interest to someone who was casting out demons in Jesus name. (Note: In a previous passage before our reading, the disciples were not able to cast out demons, because they forgot to pray.) Instead of being joyful for the person who was freed from suffering and living a new life, they were worried that the agent of healing, who didn’t even know Jesus, was stealing their thunder.
In essence, they were impeding the ministry of another.
So, Jesus admonishes them. “Cut off any part of you that causes the least of these…or yourself to stumble.” Basically, Jesus is telling the disciples to look at themselves. Consider where they are at, as a community. Are you causing others to not experience the good news? Are you jealous of each other? How are you impeding yourselves from experiencing the light and healing and care of God?
“Oh, and by the way,” Jesus says, “be salty.”
Odd thought, isn’t it? Have salt in yourselves?
In antiquity, salt was one of the primary ways to preserve food. It was also used, as today, for a seasoning to make food taste good. In the Old Testament, salt was used in rituals of hospitality and covenant-making. Salt had power to keep what was precious safe, and had the power to destroy, as in the book of Judges where a warrior sowed the field of an enemy with salt to make it barren. Salt was a cleansing agent, regarded as potent against enemies, and many women performed rituals of salting their babies to ward off evil.
Salt represented Permanence. Strength.
No wonder Jesus uses salt as a metaphor for discipleship. Have salt with in yourselves, Jesus urges, be steadfast, long-lasting, distinctive, interesting, tasty—to one another, and to the world. Be different—but in an enticing way. Don’t be tasteless.
For the first time in American religious history, we have a generation of people, the children of the baby boomers, who have not been raised in the church. But, according to recent studies in American religion, many of these people identify as spiritual, but not religious. They are suspect of organized religion that has ceased to be relevant in their worlds, and doubt that Christianity has anything of value to say to their lives. Today, Church is perceived as being about exciting as white bread-and as tasteless as—unsalted popcorn. What’s worse, there are those around us, in our communities, and in our lives where Christianity has left a bad taste in their mouths.
And yet, we who are here today have tasted community, we have tasted heaven here, in church, haven’t we? Sometimes we taste great big gulps of heaven, and sometimes only the tiniest hints of the flavor of heaven—but we have tasted goodness and life and hope, haven’t we?
We have tasted heaven in covered dish suppers, and making lunches for Common Cathedral. We have tasted hope in the silence of worship, and in laughter and tears shared. Scripture is sweet, and hymns sung together are rich. Prayer nourishes. We have tasted grace in those moments you know that everything is going to be o.k. because you know God has your back, and you know you will be cared for. You have tasted hope in the times you have completely lost your faith, you don’t believe in anything, let alone God, and someone else believes for you. The power and permanence and peace of faith are tasted in coffee hour, theological debate, in youth mission trips, and even in annual meetings to pass our budgets. On our lips lingers the balanced and seasoned life of community lived in the absolute, unfailing love of God through Christ. Here at Eliot, we have tasted God. And God is good.
And yet…my mind goes back to the studio. I think about what my younger atheist colleague said: “Most of my friends grew up in the church, but we are atheists. But we long for community, but where do you find that? Some of us are having children, and we want them to have community, but where? Some people find it in church—I actually volunteer at the food pantry at the UU church on Thursdays. There is community there…but there should be something more….”
I piped up. “My church has community! And we are full of doubters, nonbelievers, seekers, believers, and questioners! It’s messy but deep and nourishing.” I was proud to be able to say that.
My friends…how do we offer the taste of community and faith to people like my potter colleagues? Those who are spiritual and not religious? Those who long for something more, but don’t know where to look for it? We know we have what some of them are looking for.
We have to learn how to describe this good taste of faith. And not keep it a secret.
On Regathering Sunday, Tony preached about this very thing—in different words. He said, But we can’t just preach to ourselves and our children. We need to find the words, the tools, the courage to carry the message to those who have not heard.
It tastes good here, doesn’t it? Sometimes we don’t know how to describe to others. But we are going to learn how to do this, together. Share what we have here at Eliot, with others. So today, I am going help you start thinking in this direction….
If worship had a taste
What would it taste like?
Would it taste wild and earthy, like blueberries, eaten straight off the bush?
If prayer had a taste,
Would it taste faint and precious, like the milky scent of a sleeping infant,
Would it taste strong and solid, like long hike in the woods?
If Eliot Church had a taste,
Would it taste like home, like the smell of fresh bread baking in the oven? Would it be salty? Or more like the mélange and variety of tastes that you get in a box of Jelly Belly Jelly Beans? Popcorn flavored, green bean flavored, pomegranate-apple flavored?
Talk about your thoughts on this with one another.
During coffee today. At home. In the car. At dinner. Please.
O Taste and See, that the Lord is good.
Amen.
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