Monday, March 25, 2013

Trusting

My Palm Sunday sermon this year focuses on Jesus' courage as he rode into Jerusalem in defiance of both the Romans and the Temple authorities. I consider his statement from the cross, "Father, into your hands I commit my spirit" as representative of his entire life. If you choose to read it, perhaps it will remind you of a time in your life when you committed your own life into God's hands.

In my opinion, one of the bravest phrases in the English language is “…and let the chips fall where they may.” Believe it or not, that phrase has nothing to do with dropping potato chip crumbs into the sofa cushions. It actually originated in the world of logging. When you chop down a tree using an axe, pieces of wood – the chips – scatter every time you hit the tree. But while you are cutting, you don't really care where those chips land. Your job is to stay focused on the task at hand — chopping down the tree. The phrase has come to mean accepting the consequences of taking an action that other people aren’t going to like very much. People say “…and let the chips fall where they may” when they’re going to confront the boss, or write a stinging letter to the local newspaper about city council, or join a group that’s protesting the inflated profits of Wall Street banks. Whatever it is that they plan to do, someone is going to take offense at them; and they know it all too well.

No one in the Bible ever used the phrase “…and let the chips fall where they may.” It’s a fairly modern thing to say. But the spirit of that phrase is there, over and over again. When Queen Esther resolved to plead for the lives of her people, she said, “I will go to the king, though it is against the law; and if I die, I die.” Let the chips fall where they may. When Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego were threatened with being thrown into a fiery furnace unless they worshipped a golden idol, they replied, “…we will not serve your gods and we will not worship the golden statue that you have set up.” Let the chips fall where they may. And when Gabriel came to the Virgin Mary and told her that she was to be the mother of the messiah, although it involved an out-of-wedlock pregnancy and scandal for her family, what did she say? “Let it be with me according to your word.” Let the chips fall where they may!

Jesus word from the cross, “Father, into your hands I commend my spirit,” is representative of his life that was lived by a man who had the very same philosophy of life. If he had known the phrase, “Let the chips fall where they may,” I’m convinced that he would have used it. Jesus knew that he would face opposition as he taught the people, reinterpreting the Law of Moses. He went nose to nose with the religious authorities again and again. He challenged their wealth and political power, and condemned the religious traditions that oppressed the very people they were supposed to care for. He called them a den of snakes, coiled and ready to bite anyone who stood in their way. He compared them to painted tombs – beautiful on the outside, but full of rot on the inside. He even accused them of locking people out of heaven with all their rules and regulations. As Jesus confronted the religious authorities with their behavior, chopping down the tree of religious corruption, he let the chips fall where they may. The only way he could have done that is by giving his life into God’s hands. He trusted that God would be present with him no matter what happened.

I wonder if he said, “Father, into your hands I commend my spirit” on that first Palm Sunday morning. Surely he committed his life to God on that day, knowing that by the end of the week, the chips would fall in a very difficult place for him, indeed. Jesus’ ride into Jerusalem on that day was nothing less than a radical political statement. It was a breathtaking action that both offended the Jewish religious leaders and alarmed the Roman authorities. That first Palm Sunday took place at the beginning of Passover week, the most politically loaded time in the entire Jewish calendar. Passover celebrates the miraculous deliverance of the ancient Israelites from their Egyptian oppressors. Jewish tradition claimed that when the Messiah appeared – the one who would free them from their Roman oppressors – he would ride into Jerusalem by the east gate to the city, by the gate called Beautiful. Every Jew who knew the scriptures knew what to expect. The prophet Zechariah had written that the Messiah would arrive in Jerusalem “humble and riding on a colt, the foal of a donkey.” By riding into the city where and when and how he did, Jesus was claiming to be nothing less than the Messiah, the rightful king of the Jews. The only trouble was that the Roman emperor Caesar was the political king of the Jews; and he wasn’t about to allow any peasant from Galilee with a rag-tag bunch of followers to threaten his power. The Temple authorities knew what would happen when the Roman authorities got wind of Jesus’ action. He and all his followers – and quite possibly all the Jewish religious authorities – would be arrested and executed. And so, some of the Pharisees in the crowd told Jesus to keep his disciples quiet.  “Teacher, order your disciples to stop,” they said. But Jesus answered, “If these were silent, the stones would shout out.” His attitude is clear. “I have done what I have done. Let the chips fall where they may. Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.”

Now, you might be thinking that it is quite a relief that we aren’t in Jesus’ position here today. We don’t live under an oppressive Roman government . We practice our religion without any threat of arrest. We enjoy freedom of speech, and we can practice any religion that we like, as long as we don’t break any law while we’re doing it. We don’t have to worry about being persecuted for taking a stand. Do we? Unfortunately, if we are serious about following Jesus Christ, then sometimes we do. In every time and in every place, from Jesus’ time to ours, Christians have felt called to take unpopular stands, and to let the chips fall where they may.

All the way back in the time of the early Church, Peter was dragged before the Jewish high council and was told to quit preaching about Jesus. Peter said that he wasn’t about to stop preaching about Jesus; because he had to obey God rather than men. Father, into your hands I commit my spirit. In the year 1517, Martin Luther nailed 95 statements to the door of the church at Wittenberg, Germany – protests against Roman Catholic practices of his day. He was hauled into court, and was ordered to deny his beliefs and swear obedience to the Church, he famously replied, “Here I stand. I can do no other.” He might have added, “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.” In our own time, Martin Luther King, Jr. endured all kinds of abuse as a result of his stand on civil rights. It is said that one evening, he sat alone in his kitchen after his family had gone to bed for the night. He considered the abuse that both he and his family had suffered – fire-bombs, bullets through his windows, and death threats. Was it worth it? Should he give up his quest for civil rights for all Americans, both white and black? His decision wasn’t easy; but once he made it, he never backed down. He was chopping down the tree of discrimination, and he wasn’t about to stop! The chips would fall where they may. Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.

During the rise of the Third Reich prior to World War II, the German theologian Dietrich Bonhoeffer wrote, “Who stands firm? Only the one… whose life [is] nothing but an answer to God’s question and call.” In every time and place, God calls faithful Christians to make a choice between what is right and what is easy. It may concern something very small – a family member, for example, who insists on telling offensive ethnic jokes. Or it might concern something much bigger – the threat of arrest for offering aid and sanctuary to illegal immigrants. Whatever it is – whatever the issue, whatever the circumstances – Jesus calls us to stand firm on behalf of the Gospel, and to let the chips fall where they may.

On this Palm Sunday, Father, into your hands we commit our spirits.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Looking Towards Paradise

Today was the third Sunday in Lent; and my sermon considers Jesus' third word from the cross: "Today you will be with me in paradise." Is that kind of promise just pie in the sky bye and bye; or is it something far more profound? If you choose to read my sermon, I hope it helps you to think about that question.

This morning, we consider the third word of Jesus from the cross: “Today you will be with me in paradise.” Like last week’s word (“Father, forgive them; they don’t know what they’re doing.”), this statement seems to be one that only God can make. How could a human Jesus state with such confidence that something good is awaiting him as he is hanging on the cross, racked by pain and taunted by those who executed him? Isn’t God the only one who can say something like that with such certainty? Actually, this statement of Jesus is a word of hope; and hope is a gift of God to all Christians.

Hope wasn’t a very common thing in Jesus’ time. The Roman Empire was in charge of things; and the Roman Empire didn’t really care much for the welfare of the common people. The people in power were only concerned with staying in power; and the people who resisted the government were crushed like bugs. Floggings, crucifixions, beheading… they were all common sights in Jesus’ day. No one had much hope that anything would ever get better. It’s not that different from today, is it? Oh, we may not see executions in the public square; but many people have precious little hope these days, either. Wherever we turn, the future is pictured as nothing but doom and gloom. The budget sequesters that have now gone into effect are predicted to turn our economy back on itself, and plunge millions of people into unemployment. Global warming is wreaking havoc with the climate worldwide, and may very well lead to the extinction of many types of animals. And if we manage to avert global warming, we still have the problem of overpopulation. All kinds of dire consequences are predicted from that – wars, famines, diseases, and death. Yes, many people look for those four horsemen of the apocalypse to ride out any day now! How we need the hope that Jesus offered when he said, “Today you will be with me in paradise.” Jesus uttered that courageous statement in the midst of a situation that should have led him to despair. But his words reflect a certainty that hate and oppression and suffering and even death don’t have the last word. God’s love has the last word. The end is not disaster, but renewal.

Now, there’s plenty of wishful thinking around today that masquerades as hope. We hear it all the time. “I hope that the weather will be nice tomorrow.” “I hope that I lose some weight so I can fit into this dress again.” “I hope that I win the lottery.” Those statements may use the word “hope,” but when we take their masks off, they aren’t really about hope at all. They’re just wishes that we make in the middle of bad situations. Hope is something very different. Hope isn’t a wish; it’s a certainty that God’s love, wisdom, and power will transform any situation into something good, even if we don’t see any evidence of it right now! Hope doesn’t deny that things are bad; but hope believes that the good will arrive someday. In the middle of the night, hope bravely declares, “This will not last forever. Even though I may never see the light, I believe that in the end, the darkness will be conquered.”

One of my favorite descriptions of hope is this poem that was written by the great American poet Emily Dickinson:

Hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
and sings the tune without the words,
and never stops at all.

Hope is like the little birds that come to my feeder in all kinds of weather. Sun, rain, or snow, little feathered bits of hope arrive every day to gobble up sunflower seeds or peanuts and to peck at cakes of suet. I am always amazed that, even in the most dreadful weather, they sing their songs. Oh, on some days those songs are very quiet. They don’t sing very much when the weather is bad. But they do sing; just as we have hope in both good times and in bad.

Hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
and sings the tune without the words,
and never stops at all.

 Just like the presence of God, hope stays with us no matter what the circumstances of our lives may be. And did you notice that the hope Jesus offered from the cross wasn’t just his own personal hope? No, his statement took the thief right along with him. Jesus could have declared, “I’m not worried! I know that I’m going to heaven when all this is over!” Instead, though, he included someone else. “Today you will be with me in paradise.” Christian hope reaches beyond itself to include all the folks around it who have no hope of their own! In a world that is often hopeless, we Christians can offer hope to others.

Now, sometimes, when we offer our hope to others, they ask, “How can you possibly have hope? Look around! Do you see any evidence at all that things are going to get better?” And in many cases, if we’re honest with ourselves, the answer to that question is “no.” Many situations in our world are very dark with no light to be seen anywhere, not even at the end of the tunnel. But that’s why hope is hope. Hope is the result of a faith that declares that God can and will redeem any situation, no matter how bad things may be. And there’s no way to prove that. No scientist can find God’s love in a test tube or in a Petri dish or under a microscope. We need faith to believe it. But if we do believe it, then we need not lose hope, not in any situation that we may encounter.

People who have hope are like the little boy who always found an opportunity for good, no matter what happened to him. When the weather was rainy, he reminded his family that the rain helps the flowers to grow. When he got a low grade on a test, he declared that his mistakes helped him know what to study so that he could improve. When a fellow classmate was rude to him, he said that the experience helped him to learn patience. His neighbor was not nearly as cheerful. He was a grumpy man who was annoyed by the child’s unfailing optimism. “That kid needs to grow up,” he declared one day. “I’ll show him that not everything in life is rosy.” So he ordered a huge pile of horse manure one day, and he had it dumped right in the middle of a vacant lot where the boy often played with his friends. When the child came home from school that day, his neighbor called to him. “Hey, I’ve got a present for you!” Leading him to the vacant lot, he showed him the enormous manure pile and said, “Here – this is all for you!” Without hesitation, the boy ran to the pile of manure and began to dig into it gleefully. The neighbor was astonished. “What in the world are you doing?” he demanded. The boy looked up with a huge smile, and answered, “Well, with a pile of manure this big, I know there must be a pony in here somewhere!”

Hope expects to find a pony some day. Hope believes that the sun will rise no matter how dark the night has been. Hope refuses to surrender to despair. Hope believes that God will redeem everything in his own time; if not in this life, then in the next. And when we hope, we are like Jesus in the certainty that God is sovereign.

“Today, you will be with me in paradise.” It’s the hope that Jesus offered to the thief on the cross.
“Today, you will be with me in paradise.” It’s the hope that we can offer to a world that has fallen into despair.
“Today, you will be with me in paradise.” It’s the hope that God offers to us, too, because of a cross and an empty tomb.