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Sunday
Dec012019

A Holiday Blessing by Kaitlin B Curtice

I really liked this blessing by Kaitlin B Curtice, storyteller. poet. kaitlincurtice.com I’ve used it a various dinners and gatherings, giving her thanks and credit. From her twitter account:  @KaitlinCurtice 


A Holiday Blessing
  
 by Kaitlin B Curtice

  

May our white fragility dissipate
     into humble listening and learning;
May our faithful solidarity
     bloom like wildflowers in a dry spell;
May truth-telling come as a kind invitation to a better life;
May a prophetic vision of wholeness guide us home;
May we hold space where we did not know we could;
May our feasting always be full of flavor and full of love;
May our grief lead us to community where it wasn’t before;
May patriotic nostalgia be replaced with a future for all;
May family feuds remind us that family is chosen and made;
May Mystery beckon us to the quiet places of sacred belonging;
May our path be always together, onward, kinship leading us;
May the boundaries created by hate - Kaitlin B Curtice
      evaporate in the light a new day.

Iw, amen.

 

Native: Identity, Belonging, and Rediscovering God Paperback – May 5, 2020 by Kaitlin B. Curtice (Author)

 

The holidays are an opportunity to ask who we were and who we are, to be honest, but to be gentle. We lean into ourselves, breathe, and take care.

 

- Kaitlincurtice.com

Saturday
Nov092019

Kindness Sunday

Dr. François S. Clemmons [CC BY-SA 4.0]

Presbyterian Media Mission (presbymediamission.org) has commionessed a liturgy for a Kindness Sunday in celebration of the new film “A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood”  in theaters this month starring Tom Hanks portraying our favorite neighbor Mister “Fred” Rogers.  Click here for a review of the movie

Kindness Sunday Liturgy (Word format)

My sermon on Kindness from Ruth 2:4-13

If kindness had a patron saint in would be Mister Rogers. He invited you to be his neighbor in his neighborhood where an eclectic mix of puppets and people, regular and special guests came to be welcomed by Mister Rogers quiet voice and gentle conversation.

Do not confuse nice with kind. Nice is ignoring trouble, kind is sharing troubles. When the one the set’s goldfish died he didn’t replace it off camera…because death isn’t nice…he built a show around sadness and death. Even burying the fish on the set with a headstone and talking about the death of his pet dog Misty when he was a child. Instead of covering death up with niceness and surround it with kindness.

In 1969, a year after the assignation of Martin Luther King, Jr. segregation was illegal but popular. Mr. Rogers was a Presbyterian Minister and could have preached about the subject. As Tom Brokaw of NBC Nightly News once said “Mister Rogers was an ordained minister, but he never talked about God on his program. He didn’t need to.”

Instead Fred was kind. He noticed that Officer Gibbons, the singing African=American police officer was hot and tired and invited him to join him in soaking his feet in a kiddie pool on set. When Officer Gibbons said he didn’t have a towel Fred said he could share his. They shared a pool and a towel together. Kindness. Fred made room for a black man in his pool and with his towel. He didn’t need to talk about God.

Years later, on his last appearance on the show, Fred and Francois Clemmons reenacted their pool moment and this time…Fred dried Francois feet. Francois said later: “I a black gay man and Fred washed my feet.” It is you I like, exactly who you are.

Ruth was a poor immigrant. No job, no family support, no proof of health care, and supporting her widowed Mother-in-law who had renamed herself “Bitter”. Yikes. Boaz was kind, following the kindness set out in Deuteronomy and Leviticus 23:22, not to take everything from the field, but to leave gleanings for the poor, the widow, the orphan. Boaz made room for her among the workers, provided for her physical and food security.

Do we have a Boaz society today? Do we share with others or do we cheer on those who take it all? Is there room for all in the neighborhood or are we retreating to gated communities with private security forces and insurance paid firefighters serving only those who can pay? Since that last pool party on Mr Rogers the top 1% has done very well, doubling their income, but the poverty rate has remained steady. Productivity has increased but for those being productive income has not followed. Now the top 1/10 of 1% has 188 times the wealth of the lower 90% income. We can build a better neighborhood where there is room for all in the pool of wealth that we’ve created.

Las Vegas has made public camping and sleeping in public illegal. It isn’t nice to see tents and sleeping folks in sidewalks and doorways. Make it nice again by arresting and rousting folks experiencing homelessness to go somewhere where nice people can’t see them.

WWMRD? What would Mr. Rogers do? He would be kind not just nice. For the last three years six churches in Carson City have taken a month each hosting “Night Off the Streets” where folks can have a safe warm place in a church building from 9 PM to 6:30 AM. About 30 people a night to get out of the weather and sleep in the host church. Since the program began, no person has died of exposure sleeping in the open in Carson City. Instead they have been welcomed and shelter by kind people.

Who has been a Boaz to you? Who has been your Mr. Rogers? Who has been kind in your life making room for you in their neighborhood? In commencement addresses and at the Academy Awards in 1997, Fred Rogers gave folks a gift I want to pass on to you. No one got to where they are today without kind people who loved and believed in us, gave us a chance, made room for us. Like Fred used to do, I would like to take 1 minute and give it to you to remember those in your life who have been kind to you. Some might be here with you, some might be in heaven, lets pause and remember the kindness in our lives. I’ll keep the time….

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Time. Think about how happy and proud the folks you remembered would be that you remembered them and their kindness.

I hope you can be kind to others as well. Inviting folks into your neighborhood.

 

 

Sunday
Jul282019

Dying in a Ditch...And Then It Gets Worse

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What if the hated worthless one could save your life?

Dying in A Ditch
a sermon by Rev. J. Christy Ramsey

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Audio from Truckee Lutheran Presbyterian Church, on July 28, 2019
edited from a flawless transcription made by edigitaltranscriptions; all errors are mine. 

Luke 10:25-37

 

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Ditch the name “Good Samaritan”. It’s not in the Bible. It’s just something we call it, and we’re wrong. It is not the story of the Good Samaritan, at least for today. It is the story of Ditch Man. That makes it our story, because that is where Jesus needs us to be to hear the Gospel. We need to be in the ditch beside the man who asks the question.

Did you notice the switch in the question between the beginning and end of the story? The first question was from the man: “Who is my neighbor?” Then Jesus says a man, about as generic as the Bible gets, so you can put yourself in his place. You, questioner, you are walking, and this happens to you. Not really talking about the qualities of a neighbor…but of you the questioner. The question at the end of the story posed by Jesus was who was a neighbor to the man. You see the switch? From the labeling of others to the personal relationship. We love to do the opposite. Oh, we love to do that. We love to take what is personal to us and put it out there as a generic label of other things and other people so we could say neighbor yes/no and judge others or even ourselves by external actions and appearances…never pausing to consider what it means to our soul and spirit when someone unexpected is a neighbor to us.

Now, in technical terms, if you go to seminary, you learn that this is where you cross from preaching to meddling. Preaching to meddling. Meddling is about getting into my soul and spirit instead of Preaching about morality for other people, how they should act, so I can judge them. The question isn’t find generic neighbor and put a sticker on them. It is about who do you accept as your neighbor. Not the other’s behavior but your own bias. YIKES Meddling alert!

You see, us Christians especially, us wonderful, fairly well off, First World Christians, we love to take these Bible stories of personal transformation and spiritual challenge and make it into some kind of morality play. We do it all the time. We say this is the way you should act. Here’s the rules for nice people in nice places. This is what we do best. We want to make, measure and mark Good Samaritans.

That’s not what Jesus wants for us. Jesus is telling us about everyman and everywoman in the ditch. And that’s where we need to be, in a ditch. Stay in the ditch where Jesus puts us. Can you imagine? You’re having a bad day. You are going from Jerusalem to Jericho, not an easy trip, lot of low hills, lot of desert, not a good time, not a good trip. And it is the way to say, if you want to say “bad neighborhood,” you wouldn’t say “infested.” You wouldn’t say “Baltimore.” You wouldn’t say that. You would say as bad as “Jericho Road”. When folks heard on the road to Jericho, people were bracing themselves – that is a tough road. And ditch man gets robbed, beaten up and left for dead. And people walk by, and they go, yeah, that’s how it happens. I could get in trouble for helping the foreigners, they’re bad hombres, should have come in the country the right way. I wouldn’t do that, he’s on his own. You know it’s a bad part of the country, it happens, should have stay in their own country.

Just when the audience knows this is the low point, Jesus kicks it up a notch, “And then the Samaritan comes.” And everybody gasps, “Of all the things, I thought we were at the worst part of the story passed us. But now that Samaritan comes.” The Samaritan was a half-breed. He was a half-breed traitor. He was a half-breed traitorous blasphemer. Wrong Race, Wrong Religion, Wrong Region. He didn’t do anything right. A collaborator with the enemy, probably a drug mule. They were they did worship all wrong, knelt when they should stand. Horrible sub-humans! You did not set foot in Samaria. You went around Samaria. If you touched Samarian sand, you made sure to take it off your feet because it was the original “S”-hole country.

So get in the ditch. Imagine you’re in the ditch. You’ve been beaten up. You’re dying. You’re robbed. You’re naked. And your worst enemy comes down the road. What do you do? Maybe you crawl a little bit further down in the ditch, saying, “Oh, I don’t want THAT GUY to see me like this. He’s probably going to kick me again.” How can your day get worse than to have all this happen to you, and then be dependent, not on the help of strangers, that might be okay, but on the help of your worst enemy? The person you don’t want to be around, that doesn’t want to be around you. You totally agree on that, and that’s all you agree on. Your worst enemy. I don’t know, for some of you, maybe they’re wearing a MAGA hat. Some of you, maybe they have an Antifa shirt on, huh? Maybe they don’t speak English…maybe it is your EX! Whatever riles you up, that’s what they are.

And they’re coming down the road, and you’re lying in the ditch. I can almost imagine the Good Samaritan coming over to help. The guy dying, he goes, “No, no, get away. I’m okay. I’m all right. I’ll be fine. It’s just a flesh wound.” Who comes to help changes how much I help I’ll accept. The one you hated helps you. That is a bigger soul struggle than a sermon on the five steps to being a good neighbor. Can you let someone that you hate help you? Can you see the hated other, the thing, the enemy, the traitor, the one we don’t need, the one that should go back where they came from. If you can talk, worship, clothe, salute right like us: Go back to your own place, help them not me. What are you doing here in decent people land? That one. Someone you need for your very life. Someone you need the help of right now. Can you be in that ditch of decision?

You see, Jesus wants us in the ditch so that we are faced with that question. Soon as you jump out that ditch and start walking along, whether you’re the priest or the Levite, the religious person or the Good Samaritan, soon as you get out of the ditch, you’re out of the story that Jesus wants you in. Jesus wants you in that ditch. Jesus wants you in that ditch and seeing your hated enemy coming by. And he wants you right there. And he wants you to answer the question, who do I allow to be neighbor? Who do I recognize as my neighbor?

Well, he didn’t used to be my neighbor, but I might reconsider now. It’s not just giving a dollar on the street to the guy who needs the help. It’s not giving a gold coin in the Salvation Army kettle at Christmastime. It’s not even going up and down mountain roads and picking up tourists that just can’t believe that the road is closed, like my daughter, God bless her. She was the one got picked up, not the truck. You see the other, the foreign one, the hated one is necessary for your survival. Not tolerated. Not put up with. Not diversity. But someone I need for my very survival.

Now, I don’t want to tell you you shouldn’t help the poor. Or that you shouldn’t be a neighbor. Spoiler alert, yeah, you should. But we’re bigger. We’re better. We’re further than that. I mean, that’s Mr. Rogers, a Presbyterian minister, by the way. But I expect more of you, just like Jesus does. He expects you to be in the ditch and to consider who your neighbor is from the ditch, not the safety and superiority of the road. Who do I discount? Overlook? Discard? See as worthless? See as a drag on society? See as a pain in my side? See as someone I don’t need, someone I’d be better off without? Who can I see from the ditch that is necessary for my life to continue?

Two out of five Fortune 500 companies, 45 percent of Fortune 500 companies were founded either by immigrants or children of immigrants. If we had banned them, if we went to zero immigration level, as some would like, we would still be an okay country, I suppose. But 45 percent of our Fortune 500 companies would not be there. Almost half would be gone. 3.2 million immigrants run their own business here and employ vastly disproportionate amounts of people. We would be okay…but not great. Are they the enemy? Are they the foreigner? Are they an invader? Should they go back where they came from? Or do we need them to get us out of the ditch? Jesus wants to know.

Now, Jesus leaves us with a question. I ain’t going to tell you about how to be a good neighbor or look over there a neighbor acting person. He asked me the question of the ditch to me inside of me. Who is a neighbor to the guy in the ditch? And you can just hear the teeth clenched response. “I suppose it was the Samaritan.” He got it. No more questions wanting to justify himself as neighbor labeling pro. Can you hear his muttering? “Jesus, I’m never going to ask him another question. I could have quit when I was ahead, he said I had eternal life! But no, I just had to go on to justify myself.

I don’t know who makes you clench your teeth when if you have to admit you are related to them and NEED THEM TO LIVE. That’s your neighbor, thank you Jesus.

So I got installed in the first church I served for a time in a small, small town. Well, I guess compared to Truckee it wasn’t small. It was an average size town. It had one, one, count them, one hotel. One. The Rosedale. One hotel. That was it. You either stayed there, or you just kept driving. There was no bed and breakfast. There was no Airbnb. There was nothing like that. It was Rosedale or on the road you go for at least another hour.

Well, a couple came up from – God bless them, Alice and Tom Derson, they drove hundreds of miles to come to my installation – from my home church where I grew up. They didn’t tell me they were coming. They just wanted to surprise me. They came and stayed at the Rosedale Motel. Just as they were checking into the only itty-bitty hotel in this itty-bitty town, far away from where they live, comes roaring up two dozen motorcycles. It was thunder on the plain. This amazingly clean-cut motorcycle gang gets off their bikes, come swarming in the hotel, and buys up every room there. And they all had guns. Every. One. Of. them. This was before open carry was a fashion statement.

Well Alice came to my installation with barely opened eyes. She did not get one wink of sleep because she was surrounded by armed motorcycle gang. Trapped. There was nowhere to go. She was frightened for their lives. Any minute they were going to start carousing and break down their door. What could she do far from home and unarmed? She stayed up all night, and her husband with her.

They checked out the next morning, bleary-eyed. Nothing had happened. The bikers were gone. She looks at the clerk and asks, “What was that motorcycle gang that was here last night?” And the hotel clerk says, “Who, them? Those were the Association of Motorcycle Police. They were on their way to the conference in South Bend.”

Telling me this, Alice looked me in the eye and testified, “Last night I was the safest I have ever been in my entire life, and I spent my whole night in terror and fear.” That’s some ditch talking there.

The people that you hate, don’t want you in the ditch, the people that don’t belong here, the people that you KNOW are against you, guess what, you need to see them as neighbor, your eternal sould needs to see them as neighbor. Not just they’re allowed to be here, if they behave and are grateful. It isn’t about how good you are at labeling them, You need them to live. We need them to live. Don’t stay hidden in your hotel room in terror. Helps all around, you’re the safest you’ve ever been.

Amen.

Rosedale Motel, Rochester, Indiana

Enclosure

Sunday
May052019

Cathedrals and Measles

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Leting Go of Sin and Personal Proof

Cathedrals and Measles
a sermon by Rev. J. Christy Ramsey
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Audio from Spanish Springs Presbyterian Church, on May 5, 2019
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John 20-19-31

 

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Here’s something you didn’t know.  Thomas is the patron saint of Internet trolls.  It’s true.  It’s true.  I just elected him today.  He is the first Internet troll.  Does anybody know what a troll is?  That’s the one that comes from the outside and throws hand grenades into conversations.  “Oh, I don’t believe it. “ BOOM! “It never happened.” BLAM!  “Prove it to me.” POW!

You see, I hate to go against Jesus, but I think I’m just going against the gospel writer, John.  This story is not about doubt.  For me, anyway, this is not doubt.  Because doubt and faith are friends.  Doubt and faith, they go out for and dance.  You’ve been to that dance.  You know the dance?  “Well, I don’t know, but…” Doubt:I don’t know and Faith:But I’ll try it anyway.  That is doubt and faith, dancing.


That’s not what we have here.  If we had actual  sincere doubt here, Thomas would be respectful.  Thomas would be asking questions.  He would say, “Are you sure?  How did you know it was Jesus?  What was he wearing?  Did he have a nametag?”  He might have done that.  That is doubt.  “You sure it wasn’t a celebrity impersonator?”  I don’t know, maybe they had them back then.  You know, doubtful questions.  “Are you sure?  How do you know?”  You know, that kind of stuff.  That is doubt.  “I know, but maybe.”  No, no, no, no.  Not our friend Thomas.  Thomas wanted proof.  He was a proofer.  He was a proofer.  There just wasn’t any Internet around to get his conspiracy theories off the ground.  “I want proof.”


The proof was all about him: me, mine.  Nothing about the room full of eyewitnesses. Now, remember we’re talking about the Gospel John.  Don’t be throwing in those other Gospels.  That’s synoptic.  They’ve just got one eye they all see through.  Don’t be looking at them.  Look at John.  John’s got another eye.  In John, those disciples weren’t just the top 12.  “Well, there’s only 11, Christy, because, you know, Judas went on to….” Yeah, no, not – that’s the other one gospels.


For John, the disciples was a group of people – men, women, just a crowd, the gang, the posse.  Those people.  You’ve got the disciples of Jesus testifying.  Who here is going to say, “Oh they’re not very trustworthy.  I don’t believe them.”  But Thomas does!  Eyewitnesses that are his friends, his colleagues.  The people he has lived and travelled with for years.  His workmates.  They’re saying, “Thomas, we were here.  This happened.”  And Thomas says, “No, it didn’t.  I know better.  It didn’t happen until it is proven to me.”  


Global warming?  It’s snowing outside.  It’s snowing where I live so you know nothing.  Right?  Internet troll, all the way.  Proof.  Unless I see it.  Unless I thrust my hand in the – anybody else get grossed out by that every year?  Eww, Thomas.  Proofer.  Me.  Mine.  It’s got to be right here with me.  I’ve got the thing.  Nobody else matters.  There is no other proof except my proof, my thing, what I believe, what I see.  All you other guys, you don’t know what you’re talking about.  Imagine saying that to the disciples of Jesus.  No wonder he’s the patron saint of Internet trolls.  Man earned it.


We do Proofing. A woman says she’s abused.  And men usually say about the abuser, “Well he’s always been good to me.  I never saw it.  I can’t believe it.  I am the proof it didn’t happen to you.”  There’s Thomas all among us.  It’s not the doubt that’s a problem in our society today, it’s the proofers.  The proofers like Thomas.  Proofers are everywhere.

Hasn’t always been that way.  Every hear of the Notre Dame Cathedral, been in the news, with the big fire?  182 years to build.  182 years to build.  We get upset when the road is closed for a weekend.  “What are they doing?  I have places to be.”  182 years.  It took so long to build that, that we don’t know who started it.  Of the original team, the first architect, the historians say, “We’re not really sure who started it.  We do know the second generation that worked on it.”

There were generations that were building it.  And, you know, I’m sure there were people that just went for the paycheck; you know?  That just went for the bucket of meal or whatever they got back then.  And, you know, and they just cut the wood or they laid the stone or they quarried the stone or whatever they’re going to do.  And that was just it, and they went home.  They didn’t care.  But you know, there were at least some people that were building a cathedral they would never see.  They were building a church, a place for God, that they would never walk in, that they would never see, that no one could ever prove to them that would actually exist.  They gave their lives for something they would never see.

That’s the opposite of proofer.  That’s some faith there.  That’s some faith.  They might have had some doubts.  They should.  There was a lot of politics stirring up the pot and boiling over at times during a 182-year project.  But you know what?  They showed up for work anyway, doing that dance of faith and doubt.  Because faith and doubt say, I know, but okay.  I know it’s hard to believe, but okay.  Where proofers, proofers will say, “But I know.”  Instead faith saying “I don’t know but,”. Proofers say “But I know, and nobody can tell me different.  Let me explain to you why your eyewitness experience is wrong.  Because I know.  I’m the proofer.” Faith Says: “It isn’t all and only about me…there is more to the world than my in my world view. Others have truth.”

So what am I going to do if you’re not into cathedral building?  I’m not going to talk you into that.  That’s probably okay.  Let’s talk measles.  Measles.  Now, you may think measles are an inconvenient rash.  Just a little thing, a couple days away from school or work, a childhood disease, an annoyance, a bump in the road.  But I want to tell you, as recently as 1980, 2.6 million people died every year from measles.  2.6 million people died.  And that’s not counting the people that were blind or people that lost some portion of their sight every year from measles.  That is like, now, Nevada in 2010 was about 2.6 million people.  So that’s like Nevada disappearing every year, everyone in Nevada.  It’s not just some little inconvenient rash.  Deadly, deadly killer.

But there were some people that saw beyond that, and saw that if they gave their lifetimes, if they gave decades to vaccination, to education, to preparing the world, they can wipe out that wiping-out disease, the death and blindness in the world.  And over decades they worked at it, and they tried, and they worked, and they trekked, and they vaccinated, and they educated, and they funded.  In 2000, measles was declared gone in the United States of America.  But it’s back.  It’s back.  Because people didn’t see it.  They didn’t have proof.  “Sure, everybody else says this, but I know better.”

It’s not just cathedrals that take decades to build.  It’s society.  It’s health.  It’s prosperity.  It can’t be done in a tweet.  And it can’t be done if we don’t trust one another; if we decide that what we know and what we experience is the only measure, and we throw away everything else.  What are we building that we hope 200 years from now will benefit society?  What are we building that 200 years from now will glorify God?  That’s a tough question.

See, John’s a tough gospel.  He’s not like those other guys, the three that see through single-eye peephole, Sunday school story kind of people.  He’s kind of deep.  I told you one thing about John that you need to know from the Scripture.  One thing that he doesn’t do the 12.  He doesn’t have the 12 disciples.  He has disciples.  He has a group.  He has a posse.  He has a crowd.  Another thing about John, he doesn’t do the seven – not the 12, not the seven.  What seven?  The seven deadly sins.  Not in John.  For John, sin is not about morality.  Sin is not something you do.  Sin is theological, not behavioral.  Sin is not seeing God in Jesus Christ.  That’s sin.  And everything else is postscript.  If you cannot see God’s work in Jesus Christ, you’re in sin.  And if you can, you’re not in sin.

Now, now we can understand that crazy bit.  Remember the crazy bit we skipped over because we were all about Thomas and doubting and stuff like that?  If you forgive the sins of any, they are forgiven.  Okay, we’re cool on that one.  But if you retain the sin of any, they are retained.  What the heck is that?  Is there some kind of spiritual bank somewhere where you deposit sin and withdraw grace?  Are there some ledgers somewhere where people keep track, who is the CEO?  What’s the stock offering?  When’s the IPO?  When’s this crazy financial spreadsheet of sins coming and going and people saying yes and no on this.

But if you think, if you know, that Jesus is talking to a community and not to a person – not to a bishop, not to a Pope, not to a church official, but to the actual community here – and if you know that sin is not behavioral, but theological for John, I don’t think he would be so happy with the Westminster Shorter Catechism.  Say it with me.  What is sin?  Any want of conformity unto or transgression of the law of God.  Yes, I got a scholarship for memorizing the Westminster Shorter Catechism.  Thank you very much.  Hallelujah, praise the Lord.  We’ll have a reading later.

But if you think the law of God is what expresses God’s purpose – and in the Westminster Shorter Catechism God’s purpose is expressed in the 10 Commandments.  But if you think that the law of God is what expresses God’s purpose, because it should, then the pinnacle of that, what expresses God’s purpose for humanity is not the law, but Jesus Christ.  So any want of transgression unto or conformity unto God revealed in Jesus Christ would be for John, I argue, is what sin is.

And now it makes sense.  Community.  If you can fix, forgive; if you as a community can fix your blindness and cannot do the sin, which means you can see God in Jesus Christ; if you can live and believe and know that as a community, then guess what?  God is there with you.  If you deny God is there with you, if you deny God is with you, if you say that you need proof, then God is not with you. That makes a lot more sense than a spiritual bank accounting and ledgers of sins coming and going.

And you’re saying to me, probably, “Christy, I’m glad it’s been four years since you’ve been here.  We’ve already had a sermon and a half.”  Do you got any proof on this?  Hah.  See?  Proof.  I don’t know about proof, but I’ve got some faith for you.  Did you read that little part, there’s two times Jesus comes to the room.  Two times.  And I think it’s important what they say about each time.  The first time he comes to the room, what do they say about the room and the conditions of the room?  The doors were locked.  And?  For fear of the Jews.

Now, that’s just plain racism there because Jews didn’t kill Jesus.  The Empire killed Jesus.  Don’t let anybody tell you different.  Those were Romans.  That was Empire.  That was power.  We’re not fear of the Jews, we’re fear of Empire because that’s what killed Jesus.  Doors were locked for fear of the Jews.  And you know what?  I don’t know, but I think Thomas was the scariest.  I think Thomas was down in his basement, trying to get that WiFi signal working, even though he was 2,000 years too soon, trying to get on his conspiracy websites and proofers chats downstairs in the basement.  Again, patron saint of the trolls.  He was all alone, as trolls live.

The second time was the door locked?  No, the door was shut.  It was not locked.  It was shut.  Was there any fear?  Maybe.  But it didn’t get into the gospel.  The door was shut.  Not locked, not fearful.  I’m telling you right there because I want to believe – and I don’t have proof, but I believe – that they were beginning to forgive the sins, like Jesus gave them permission to do.  They were beginning to see that God was in Jesus Christ.  They were beginning to be that community that Jesus Christ called them to be.  They were beginning to be what Jesus told them to be.  Don’t stay in sin.  Don’t refuse to see God working in Jesus Christ.  Do not refuse to see that God is with us.  Don’t lock out the world.
And you know what?  Don’t lock out those annoying people like Thomas, who’s telling you what you saw, what you witness, what you experience isn’t true.  Even him, let him in because, if you keep him out, he’s going to stay out.  If you retain the sin of any, the sin will be retained. But if you forgive and restore and fix, God will be with you.  And sure enough, he showed up.

Don’t wait for proof in the basement of your house trolling on the Internet.  Don’t look for proof.  Look for God with us.  God in Jesus Christ.  Fix it where you don’t see it, and do not retain the sin of not seeing God at work in the world.  Do not retain the sin of not seeing God at work in other people.  Yes, even Internet trolls.  Even people we don’t think should be with us.  Don’t say, “But I know.”  But be honest and say, “I don’t know, but I believe.”  I believe the church.  I believe the disciples.  I believe the Bible.  I believe the community.  I believe the woman, then who said Jesus is risen and now who say they’ve been crucified. I believe those who went before me in the faith and those that will follow after me, decades and hundreds of years in the future.  And I will be building that cathedral, that society.  I will be part of that.

Dr. Elton Trueblood, a Quaker, said a man has made at least a start on discovering the meaning of human life when he plants shade trees under which he knows full well he would never sit.  Don’t wait for proof.  Build up God’s kingdom and faith. Plant that tree, build that cathedral, believe that woman.  Amen.

Sunday
Nov182018

Pastor Parker Likes Christy's Sermons

I brought the receipts! Here is Pastor Parker at my in-laws Church of the Red Rocks in Sedona.

 

 

 

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