A Lutheran Says What?

Sermons and random thoughts on God, the world and the intersection of the two

Don’t Get Distracted (And Don’t Cut Off Any Body Parts Either!) Mark 9: 38-50 Pentecost 18B Sept. 27th, 2015 September 28, 2015

In seminary I took a class in Chicago for two weeks where we studied different urban ministry settings-mostly in impoverished and struggling communities. We went to St. Sabina where Fr. Pfleger had focused on the church building up the community to provide social services and combat racism. We went to Trinity UCC with Rev. Dr. Otis Moss III (formerly the congregation Jeremiah Wright served) where the focus was on building up people to be faithful followers of Jesus no matter what their struggles might be. We visited a small Lutheran congregation that ran an assisted living facility for elderly who were low income. We visited soup kitchens, programs to move people off the streets to self sufficiency and several other kinds of ministries. But the one that hit this (at the time) fledging soon to be pastor was a UCC congregation in the Latino part of Chicago.
This congregation ran a soup kitchen that fed lunch to 150 people from the streets every single day. They partnered with a nearby Catholic school for the youth to help serve; they coordinated massive food donations each week; they offered counseling for those in need, not to mention prayer and love. They were not a large congregation, maybe an average worship attendance of 100 or so and certainly not a wealthy congregation by any means. But they were focused on living out the gospel by whatever means necessary. What was more striking to all of us in the class was that this congregation had not had a pastor for two years. None, not even an interim. They had some supply pastors float in and out but no consistent pastoral presence. They deeply desired that presence, they wanted a pastor but it’s difficult to get one to come for what they were paying in that part of Chicago.
A parishioner named Rosaria had decided that the soup kitchen would be her ministry and while she had another full time job, she managed to put together a team of people both within and without of the congregation to work with her. She greeted us at the door and proudly told us all about that ministry and congregation. We sat and listened to how each member of this congregation played a role, how they had put aside the anxiety and fear of no pastor in place and just got on with the ministry that God had called them too, and they did it well. They were the busiest people I have ever seen and yet the calmest people I have ever seen. When something didn’t go exactly how they had planned, they readjusted and just kept moving around, over or through the obstacle not worrying about who is getting credit, or who is in charge. I marveled at the calm, as my personal M.O. is to worry about all of the things that could go wrong. I actually found myself concerned for them! But they ignored all of the possible distractions and were simply focused on God’s children who needed food for the day and a word of God’s love, mercy and grace.
“Be at peace with one another.” We tend to think that peace looks like serenity, rest, status quo, an easy life, or no hardships in our path to whatever we think we need to do to be at peace, happy or content. But peace is not any of these things. Peace in this text comes from the Hebrew word “Shalom” which means wholeness. Wholeness. Peace in God’s kingdom is about all people being whole: being wholly loved, wholly included, and wholly equal. I can almost see Jesus rolling his eyes when the disciples come to tattle tale that someone else is doing what they perceived to be solely their work. “Jesus this person is casting out demons! That’s what we do! We should stop him!” I mean heaven forbid that all of the demons get cast out and then everyone is healthy! Then we won’t be special! The disciples, and us, like to over think situations and make them more complex and more fearful than they really are.
Jesus then goes on to talk about whoever is not against us is for us, don’t put up obstacles, and then some gruesome words about cutting off body parts that keep you from fully participating in God’s work of peace in the world. Now we know that we can’t take such language literally, Jesus does not want us to cut off body parts or put a millstone around our necks but does want to get our attention and to think deeply about what distracts us from God’s peace, God’s wholeness and being part of God’ work that reveals God’s love in the world. What obstacles do we put up to keep out some of God’s children who make us uncomfortable? We love distractions from our real work at hand and we spend much more time creating them than actually just getting to the task of God’s work given to us. We worry about what other people are thinking or doing, we worry about what other people say about us, we worry that some people may not believe the same way, or will get mad, or not like us, or something may not work as well as we want. We worry, and in our anxiety and fear we create obstacles, we look for pitfalls and failings. What we don’t do is look to Christ who works in our midst, in our mess and promises to be forever present.
Hell is separation from God (it is not a place and no one is being sent there!) and we create our own hell. We create ways to exclude hope, joy and love so that we can say “I told you so” when things don’t quite work out how we envisioned. God desires for everyone to be close to God and wrapped in God’s love with no separation-hell is not God’s judgment or punishment; it’s how we punish ourselves. * But God never leaves us and never wants us separated from God or God’s loving community, yet we look for ways to resist God’s desire, thinking it’s safer to go it alone than to participate in the reckless abundance, generosity and love of Christ. Christ opened the way for all –removed every single obstacle that the world could provide-even death-in order for all creation to be in God’s peace, God’s Shalom and God’s love now and forever.
What distractions need to be navigated in your life, here at LOTH or in the community? How are we caught up in our own worry and anxiety and miss what God is doing right here, right now in our midst? We have the Prayer and Care ministry that offers mercy, hope and community right when people need it the most. We have all of our education opportunities that dive us all at any age deep into God’s word of love for us all. We have Habitat for Humanity and Prayer Shawl ministries. We have our buildings that offer safe places for our brothers and sisters in Christ to meet. God is at work here-no matter what obstacles we perceive!
Jesus removes all obstacles and simply calls us to do the same. The UCC Church in Chicago learned that Christian community isn’t about a pastor, a church building, a budget or anyone of the things with which they could have distracted themselves. Christian community is recognizing that Jesus has already removed all distractions, has already given us all that we need for the journey and has gathered us all into one body for the sake of loving God and our neighbor. “Be at peace with one another, for God is with you.”
*My own personal view point on Hell is that it is not a place where those who are “bad, evil or don’t make the cut get in.” God’s salvation is for all and all are in! All means all! That person right now you’re saying to yourself ‘not them’…yes them too! This is good news as nothing separates us from the love of Christ, not even our own attempts at self-sufficiency! If your head is hurting-good! God’s love and mercy are that mysterious and that overwhelming!

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“Nice sermon pastor.” Really? November 26, 2013

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I am always amazed and surprised when someone says to me that they actually listened and got something out of my sermon. I usually figure that they are just being kind or are mistaken. Yesterday was my turn to preach in the rotation that my senior pastor and I set up. I have a love/hate relationship with preaching. I love it in that I am nerdy and love to read, think and explore a text. I love to delve into what people much smarter than I have thought about the text, the intricate meaning of words in Greek or Hebrew, the cultural milieu in which the scripture was written and read how the texts have been applied to people’s daily lives. I love this part and usually I am very adept at stretching this research piece further than I should or have time for.
But then the deadline draws near (read here Friday) and I realize that I need to actually say something about this biblical scripture. Preferably something coherent and meaningful. This is when I hate preaching. All of my self doubt and academic anxiety rises to the surface. What if I have nothing meaningful to say? What if I say something wrong or worse damaging to someone? Yes, I have many friends who say things to me like “The Holy Spirit will guide your words and that won’t happen.” These people clearly underestimate my ability to thwart the Holy Spirit.
I preach about every three weeks and so this anxiety bubbles up with some regularity. I had hoped that as I preach more, it would go away. But in the four years I have been preaching, that has not happened. I am positive each time I preach that I am about to lose all credibility, reveal for all to see how crazy I am and how little I actually know about anything. Each time I stand up to preach, I get nervous like when I was five and played my first piano recital.
And that drives me crazy. I can intellectually tell myself that it will be fine and it is silly to be nervous. I am 41 years old with a masters degree for crying out loud. It’s not that different from the teaching that I do ALL the time and with little to no anxiety. And yet, this Sunday I stood up to preach and thought my shaking hands would drop my iPad.
I greatly admire people who can do this every single Sunday and say that they love it. I want to love it and as I said, I do love aspects of it. But the few times when I have had to preach several weeks in a row, I was completely wrung out after about three weeks. For some reason preaching is an emotionally exhausting endeavor that leaves me drained for the rest of the day.
I love hearing about other preachers processes for writing a sermon and I have gleaned some helpful advice. I know one pastor who does some reading, takes a nap and then writes her sermon. Some people always write it on Saturday and don’t worry about it. (That does not work for me for obvious reasons.)
Yet, I have to admit that there is something about knowing that someone actually listened or thought about what I said that is bolstering. It doesn’t lessen my anxiety for the next time I preach but it gives me something to hold onto for a few days anyway. What do I hope for when I preach? What do I think people will do after a “really great sermon” (whatever that might be)? What do I think is really going to happen if I don’t get it right? Now this is where I think the Holy Spirit comes in. I pray that if I do say something stupid that the Holy Spirit would give wisdom to all with the misfortune to be in earshot to know that I am full of BS.
I am grateful for the supportive community that I serve and that I do get feedback. I appreciate both the positive and the critical comments. The critical comments are often the most useful honestly and against conventional wisdom, criticism doesn’t seem to add to my overall anxiety but actually can give me a direction of what NOT to do. Maybe someday it will be less stressful for me but all I know is that I have to do this again in three weeks. I should start worrying now.