stories that define us:
Sermon for The Fifth Sunday After Pentecost
Proper 9, Year C
Daniel P. Richards
the stories we tell define us as human beings
as communities as nations
what stories do we tell when we want to introduce ourselves
on a first date?
on our daughter¹s first date?
to explain why we go to war?
to explain why we go hunting?
i am convinced that we should tell this story more often
the sending of the seventy
we could all use the self-making of this story
no purse
no bag
no extra sandals
eat what is set before you
i’ve been around phoenix
you don’t greet anyone on the road
what strikes me is that this story is about trust
and how to be a disciple is to live in the world with open hands
i need this story
i overpack for everything
can you really live on the kindness of others?
this is not just a should do could do maybe think about question
this is a question that should lie at the heart of what we mean
when we toss around the word faith
this is also a story about equanimity
if they receive you into a town say
“the kingdom has come near to you”
and if they reject you so that even the dust of the town is odious
wipe it off
but still say
“the kingdom of god has come near to you”
this is about living in the eternal life
participating in the life of god
jesus tells the disciples that they have been given the power of creation
itself
even “evil things” will be subject to you
will work with you
the reign of god
when we live the open handed life
the life of the wise
open to blessing and giving
living lightly in the world
trusting in the goodness of others
while remaining shrewd
we find that the creation meets us
that the reign is there
or here rather in our midst
“i have seen satan fall from the sky like lightning”
the power of creation
and yet we feel like we have only two options
hate evil and do nothing or launch ourselves against the wheel of violence
with violence
an example:
i am convinced that the life of competition
and the values of greed are killing us
that we don¹t tell this story because it goads us too much
and i tell you that i think suv¹s are the prime example
so i have a choice
i can attack them with violence
which some have done
i could keep eggs in my car for “spottings”
and so take revenge for the increased pollution and risk of death
that we all face and call it justice
but when i act in violence i keep the wheels of violence
(and retribution and oppression and anger and hatred and fear and ignorance)
spinning
i could set out to conquer them through the media
which is owned by people who rely on them for existence
i could give up and shake my fist at them when i get a chance
but i don’t
instead i talk to people about christ-based ethics and values
meaning wise and real decision making
about how we are to be a people of just enough
and trust in god for daily bread and for protection
and a people who love others as well as ourselves
who love jesus and the world-family as much my own relatives
my own children even
we underthrow
we subvert
with all the power of creation
with all the power the creator has
it does no good to continue the violence and hatred
that has gotten us here
paul is right in galations when he writes
you will reap what you sow
one of the most haunting lines of history is from malcolm x
after the death of the kennedy he said
“i am an old farm boy and on the farm we knew
that the chickens we sent out in the morning
returned to roost at night
it wasn’t somebody else¹s chickens
it was our own chickens
you ask me if i am sad
i tell you that we have sent out chickens of violence and oppression
into the world
and now they have come home to roost
chickens coming home to roost has never made me sad”
do not sow to the flesh paul wrote
but sow to the spirit of god
how do we do that ?
in kindness gentleness self-control
when someone has trangressed lead them back in gentleness
bear one another¹s burdens
judge your own work and not your neighbors
work for the good of all
my religiosity is nothing
but this new creation is everything!
paul says
this new creation
the reign of god among us
elsewhere
in the synoptic gospels jesus quotes isaiah
today this scripture he says has been fulfilled
the spirit of god is upon me
to proclaim release to the captive
redemption to the poor/oppressed
give sight to the blind
and to proclaim the year of the lord’s favor
but he leaves out one of isaiah’s phrases
“and to proclaim the day of the lord’s vengeance”
it isn’t there
it isn¹t jesus’s job nor ours
just because we’ve been adding it all these years
to explain god’snotfixingit or stoppingus
doesn’t mean it’s of god
so i vomit up the poison of my days
and eat the fresh fruit of a new land
flowing with milk and honey
where there is enough for all
somehow beyond my struggling to fixit
or hoard my undue share
and we sit by the river jordan
watching the snake crawl to the water and drink
and maybe even he is part of the peace that comes
when the defending and destroying has stopped
even our worst selves are welcomed
and transformed
i told the boy who had lost two fathers
that pain is like a two rocks in our chest
that we carry around
and that our job is not to get rid of them
but to know that they are there
and part of us
and to recognize them as our own
then i told him to sit with his father’s memory
(thankfully they are good)
and to simply be with him and love him
and to take his pain into his love
and there it will be transformed
from a rock that is ugly and destructive
to a statue of remembering
and honoring
a marker of remembrance
that his pain is a marker of his love
and that is okay
and to love others as well
taking them in and transforming them
to a new family
and he is ten and he laughed
and said that’s what grandma does
(he is older than he should be
but blessed
and already part of the revolution)
i welcome you to any table i sit at
or stand at as my own sister my own brother
welcome to the revolution
oh you are so much a part of it
the other thing i want to tell you
is what i told a good friend who is begining
his own spiritual life after great healing
after great abuse and death
that eventually our job as christ in the world
is to be able to take unto ourselves
the whole world
to take all into our love
as surely as we are part of it all
o conscious dirt! or spiritual mud!
even bin laden even bush even ourselves
even earthworms and sharks and sparrows
even someday the raven
rumi said
there are a thousand ways to bow and kiss the ground!
may the rain in you be a baptism
and the spirit breathe through the tree of life
which grows at your feet
a word about violence
the scriptures – even ours
the recorded human experiences of god
the bible is holy in its humanity
the stories of faith that we stand in and study
but they are told from our side
and we are human
even moses bathsheba david mary paul
and we are hurting and angry and broken
even as we are holy and tender and compassionate
even as we are conscious we are dirt
and we are learning
so we justify our killing with god
and in anger we cry out for vengeance
for our pains
it is not enough to hope to attain to the bible
to reach the holiness of our ancestors in the story
seek not the masters
seek what the masters sought
so said hi my first teacher
don’t simply seek to find jesus
seek the world that jesus sought
don’t think that because isaiah made it
into the spiritual top 40
he wrote the perfect song for your life
we begin in the story already going on
but it is still going on we are living it
today this scripture is fulfilled in your hearing
and amended
always we begin again
god is god of the present
of the living as jesus said
not of the dead
we aim our arrow at heaven
but i think it’s meant for us
here and now
i am always struggling with my vocation
loathe the traps of teaching the tradition
getting beyond the bible as textbook
or worse science book
or perfect
i hate perfect
there is a great example that i never get to use in church
women in la a few years ago were getting plastic surgery
to correct their ummmm . . . junk – too big too small too whatever
and the writer a beautifulstrong woman herself
admitted to being taken in by the selfdoubt about perfection
until she saw the before and after photos
and the women themselves
before they were different
individual unique and interesting
after they were same
bland boring perfect
give me a creek over a canal
a human being struggling with god
pissed and compassionate and imperfect
and loving and forgetful a lover of dubious taste
smelling of the body and the good earth
over the religious man dressed up and clean
and virtuous and smiling without laughter
give me a priest with tears broken on love
a thousand times before the correct one
don’t struggle too much
with being at the margins
only be ready for the moment
when the weaver needs your bending
even to the center of the mandala
that the present becomes
gratitude
i think you cultivate gratitude like a child
like adam in the garden
by naming
i think poetry becomes my practice of gratitude
because i name my world through it
and the thousand moves of it
so i want to read you a poem
my credo is this little poem by e.e. cummings
that i want to end with
may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old
may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it’s sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there’s never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile