Life in the Midst of Chaos: Underdogs, Roller Derby, and Noah’s Ark

This morning’s sermon from First Presbyterian, Boonville.

The text is the story of Noah’s Ark, found in Genesis 6-9.

Has anyone here ever been to a roller derby bout?  It’s quite an experience.  Two teams on roller skates chase each other around an elliptical track.  Unlike most American sports, there’s no ball or puck involved.  Certain players, called ‘Jammers’, score points by passing other players without getting knocked down.  It’s a high-energy, full-contact sport with its own quirky sense of humor that makes for really fun viewing.  Explaining all the rules would take more time than I have for this sermon.  If you ever want to check it out for yourself, there’s a local organization that supports multiple teams from our area.  My wife and I are particularly fond of rooting for the Rome Wreckers and the Utica Clubbers whenever we get the chance.

We became roller derby fans a few years ago after seeing a movie called Whip It starring Ellen Page and Drew Barrymore.  Whip It is the story of a young girl named Bliss Cavendar who is somewhat lacking in the self-esteem department.  That changes once she discovers roller derby and joins her local team (which is somewhat lacking in the winning department).  Going by the nickname “Babe Ruthless”, Bliss finds out that she’s actually pretty good on roller skates.  I could keep going, but I don’t want to spoil the movie for those who might see it.  It’s worth a rental and it gives you a fun introduction to roller derby.

Whip It is a classic underdog story.  It’s all about finding confidence, embracing who you are, and following your dreams until they get you somewhere.  Who doesn’t love rooting for the underdog?  We do it in Star Wars and Harry Potter.  We do it in history class every time we read about the American Revolution.  We even do it in the Bible.

This morning, we read from the story of Noah’s Ark in Genesis, which is one of the most well-known (and strange) underdog stories in the entire Bible.  This story can be found in the sacred texts of Judaism, Christianity, and Islam.  Our Muslim neighbors regard Noah as one of their great prophets along with Muhammad, Adam, Moses, and Jesus.

Even people who haven’t been to church, synagogue, or mosque are somewhat familiar with the story.  God tells Noah to build an ark (a fancy word that really just means “box”) because a flood is coming that will engulf the whole earth.  Noah builds, the flood comes, lives are saved, the ark lands, and a rainbow appears.  That’s the story in brief.

Before I get into looking at Noah himself, there are a few things I should clear up about this story.  First of all, a lot of people have trouble believing in a God who would commit such large-scale genocide against so many people, plants, and animals.  Why should anyone worship that kind of deity?  If any human president did that, they would be tried for “crimes against humanity”!  Well, it might help you to know in this case that the almighty Yahweh would probably be acquitted based on the evidence at hand.  There is no scientific evidence that a great flood has covered the entire world in the last five thousand years.  Like our earlier stories from the Garden of Eden, it seems that the story of Noah’s Ark contains little (if any) historical fact.  So we can all rest easy.  The God we worship never actually killed the majority of the human race in a great flood.  We can let God off the hook for that one and focus instead on what’s happening in the story itself.  There is truth to be found here, even in the absence of scientific and historical fact.

 

It’s no accident that a flood is what overtakes human civilization in this story.  Do you remember way back in Genesis 1, which we read several weeks ago?  That story opened with the image of a dark and stormy ocean.  To the ancient Hebrews, the sea was a symbol of chaos.  To them it represented all the random and dangerous parts of the world that worked against God’s will in the world.  It’s the raw material of creation that God shapes into various useful environments and creatures.  So it’s highly symbolic that, when the hearts of humanity become filled with violence and evil, the sea (a symbol for chaos) overtakes the cultivated and “civilized” land.  The flood represented more than just a natural disaster; it was the undoing of creation itself.

That being said, let’s look at Noah himself.  He’s a guy with a pretty weird dream.  He’s building a boat in the middle of the desert.  He says that rain is coming but there isn’t a cloud in the sky.  Jewish and Muslim embellishments on this story spend a lot more time describing the kind of ridicule that Noah experienced because of his faith in God (and the ark project).  But Noah the underdog holds fast onto his dream and keeps building.  Unlike Noah’s neighbors, we (the readers) know why he’s acting so strange.  He’s building the ark because he’s heard God’s voice.  Noah is dreaming God’s dream.

We don’t know exactly how Noah heard God’s voice.  Maybe it came through a literal dream or vision.  Maybe it came down like a voice over a loudspeaker through a part in the clouds.  Maybe he just had a kind of “holy hunch” about what was about to happen.  The text doesn’t tell us exactly how he heard it.  All we really know is that Noah listened and acted.

Personally, I like to imagine the last option being the way that Noah heard God’s voice.  I like to imagine that he looked around at his society and saw the forces of chaos and violence threatening to overwhelm his fellow human beings.  Disturbed by what he sees, Noah acts on a hunch and works quickly to preserve life as best as he can, in spite of the abuse heaped upon him by his neighbors.

The amazing thing is that, not only does God inspire the dream, but God also provides for the completion of Noah’s dream.  In spite of all odds being stacked against him, Noah’s little lifeboat project survives a watery Armageddon and lands safely to begin a new world.

This seems to bear a lot of similarities to the ways in which people tend to hear “God’s voice” in our own society.  Brave people of faith step out, based on a “holy hunch”, often against impossible odds, and make a real difference in their world.  Knowingly or unknowingly, these prophets are the ones who are dreaming God’s dream.

Martin Luther King, Jr. caught onto this when he dreamed out loud “that one day my children will live in a world where they will be judged, not by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.”  People told him the end of segregation was impossible in the south, but forty years later, God is still seeing that dream through.

During the Great Depression in New York City, a man named Peter Maurin and a woman named Dorothy Day were greatly disturbed by the poverty they saw in the city around them.  Dorothy and Peter were especially troubled that most of the people on the unemployment line believed that the church had no good news for the poor.  As a result, Dorothy and Peter started publishing a newspaper called The Catholic Worker that aimed to teach people about the social teachings of Christianity.  In addition to publishing the paper, Dorothy opened up her own apartment to homeless people and fed hundreds of people every day from a soup and bread line.  Peter Maurin commented on their little project, “We are bring forth a new world from the ashes of the old.”

Isn’t that exactly what Noah was doing?  “Bringing forth a new world from the ashes of the old.”  Preserving life in the midst of rising chaos.  Peter and Dorothy were also dreaming God’s dream.  As the economy collapsed around them, they reached out with a creative vision for preserving life in the midst of chaos.  They built an “ark” in their own way.  Even though both of them are long gone, their newspaper is still being published today.  Poor people in New York City can still get soup and bread every day from their “house of hospitality”.  Similar houses, inspired by Peter and Dorothy’s example, have since opened up in big cities all over the world.

When you look around at our society today, where do you see the forces of violence and chaos wreaking havoc?  What injustice and inequality threatens the essence of life?  Do you have a “holy hunch” about some way to respond to this injustice?

We live in an age when media pundits of all ideological stripes shout their opinions louder and louder over each other.  Eventually, their angry words become part of the larger and louder chaotic chorus around them.  They all have something to say about what other people should be doing, but so few of them get up and do something themselves.  So, my question to you is: what do you sense God calling YOU to do?  What evidence of violence or chaos do you see?  What kind of wild idea or hunch do you have for somehow preserving life in the midst of that chaos?

Answer this question, and you’ll be dreaming God’s dream too.  Your holy hunch might sound like just another crazy underdog idea.  People might ridicule you for it, but if you make a leap of faith, I think you’ll find God working miracles to see this dream through to its fulfillment.

God loves a good underdog story.  Incidentally, so do I.  I’d love to hear your wild and crazy ideas about doing real ministry in our little church.  We might not be the biggest, richest, or most powerful act in town, but if we step out in faith while dreaming God’s dreams, I believe that we, like Noah, can expect to see some miraculous things happening that we never would have thought possible.

So, I leave you with these words from the classic rock band Aerosmith: “Dream on!”

CSI: Mesopotamia

This morning’s sermon from First Presbyterian, Boonville.

The text is Genesis 4:1-16.

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Imagine with me, if you will, that you’ve got three kids.  (Maybe you really do have three kids, but if not, then just imagine with me.)  Two of your three hypothetical kids are doing just fine: they get good grades, make lots of friends, and generally enjoy life.  But then there’s your third.  This one comes home with cuts and bruises on a regular basis.  Nobody ever comes over to play with this kid.  Then you get a phone call from the teacher, letting you know that your child’s grades are slipping so badly that she might not be able to advance next year with the rest of the class.

What do you think a good parent should do in a situation like this?  What would you do?  Let’s look at some options.

First of all, you could cut your losses.  This kid had just as much opportunity to succeed as the other two.  If she can’t compete on a level playing field, it’s no one’s fault but her own.  You could take the time, energy, and resources that you would otherwise spend on that child and use them instead to improve the lives of the other two, who seem to be doing a better job of managing their own affairs.  Besides, raising kids is labor-intensive!  When you look at the situation statistically, two out of three ain’t bad!  So that’s one option.

The next option is to look at the playing field itself.  You can carefully divvy up your parenting effort between the three kids.  Make sure that each one has an equal share of your time and energy.  Why not create a schedule?  How about a menu of parental services offered?  This way, you can be sure that everything gets done in a way that is totally fair.  Everybody gets something from you.  We’ll call it “Equal-Opportunity Parenting”.  That’s another option.

There is a third option, but it’s completely ridiculous and totally unfair.  You could meet your kid with a hug at the door as she gets off the school bus.  You could bandage cuts and nurse bruises while you ask what happened at school.  You could give hugs while you get tears and snot all over your good work clothes.  You could take time out of your busy day for conferences with teachers and guidance counselors.  You could make phone calls to other parents.  You could help with homework, even if it means missing NCIS.  Like I said, this option is totally ridiculous.

Who in their right mind would sign up for something like that?  Who?  Wait, you would?  Seriously?

But what if it’s a waste of time?  It doesn’t make sense to waste that effort on someone who’s not going to be a neurosurgeon or movie star!

“It doesn’t matter when it’s your kid,” you say?  Well then, that certainly says something about you all as parents!  You would go out on a limb for this kid, just because she is your own.  While you love all your children, you would give this one special attention simply because she needs it more at the moment.  Her potential productivity does matter to you, does it?  She’s precious to you, just for being alive!

Well, did you know that God loves God’s kids in the same way?  God loves us all, but some of us need God more than others.  God has a special place in God’s heart for those who are poor, oppressed, or discriminated against in this world.  God cares most about those who matter least.

We can see this truth depicted beautifully (but also brutally) in today’s scripture reading from Genesis 4.

It’s the famous story of Cain and Abel.  We learn a lot about these two brothers by looking carefully at the first few verses of the text.  Cain is the firstborn son of Adam and Eve.  A lot of celebration surrounds the story of his birth.  Eve announces to the world, “I’ve gotten a man, with Yahweh’s help!”  She doesn’t even call him a “baby”, he’s her “man”.  Likewise, the name “Cain” comes from the Hebrew word for “gotten”.  Her statement about Yahweh helping comes almost as an afterthought.  In addition to being the firstborn, we also learn that Cain was a farmer, which was considered to be a more “civilized” and “powerful” profession in the ancient world.

Abel, on the other hand, doesn’t receive much attention at all.  He’s just “another baby”.  In the original text, Abel is referred to as “Cain’s brother” before we even learn his name!  The name “Abel” means “vapor” or “breath”.  It signifies something that is fleeting or meaningless.  We get the idea early on that Abel doesn’t seem to matter much as a person.  He’s kind of an underdog who probably grew up in the shadow of his big brother, Cain.  As an adult, we learn that he became a shepherd.  As wanderers, shepherds were treated like despised, working-class people in ancient Middle Eastern cultures.  They were considered to be “backward rednecks” who wandered from place to place with the sheep.  They depended on the kindness of farmers (like Cain) for the sustenance of their flocks.  Most of the time, people spread all kinds of nasty rumors about nomadic shepherds.

Cain was the star of this family while Abel was little more than an afterthought.  Cain got all the attention.  Cain won his parents’ favor.  Cain did well for himself, while Abel seemed to struggle in his brother’s shadow.

All of a sudden, it seems significant that Yahweh deliberately chose to favor Abel’s offering over Cain’s.  Many theologians have offered potential explanations of why it is that the God Yahweh showed such favoritism.  Some say that Abel’s offering was better of quality, being from the “choice cuts of meat”.  Others suggest that Cain was somehow morally inferior to Abel.  Personally, I like the idea that God was showing affirmation to Abel the underdog.

Reading the story this way helps to shed some light on Cain himself.  If he’s used to being the top dog, then it makes sense that he would be upset about having to take second place to such a “loser” as Abel.  It would have felt insulting to him, as God’s amazing grace often does to those who seem to “have their act together”.

Even so, Yahweh does not abandon Cain in this critical moment.  We can see God acting as Cain’s pastoral counselor, warning him about the impending danger of uncontrolled rage and telling him, in effect, “Cain, you’re better than that.”

Unfortunately, we know how the story goes.  Cain doesn’t listen.  We get to see this “favorite son” at his worst.  Even after the ghastly deed is done, Cain’s lingering bitterness shows through in his sarcasm: “How should I know [where my brother is]?  Am I his babysitter?”

Cain has been thoroughly (and permanently) knocked off his pedestal as the family hero.  How the mighty have fallen!  He loses his status as a “civilized farmer” and is forced to become a “homeless wanderer on Earth” (much like his brother Abel once was).  He settles in the land of Nod, which means “wandering” in Hebrew.  Eugene Peterson calls it “No-Man’s-Land”.  Through his murderous actions, Cain has become what he once despised.

But, even in “No-Man’s-Land”, Yahweh is not absent.  In fact, Cain’s newfound status as an exiled and struggling underdog puts him in an ideal position for a divine encounter.  In Cain’s moment of deepest helplessness and hopelessness, God intervenes with a word of grace.  It is here that Yahweh imposes the famous “Mark of Cain”.

We often associate Cain’s mark as a sign of shame or punishment, much like Nathaniel Hawthorne’s famous “Scarlet Letter”.  However, if we look at what’s actually happening in this story, God puts the mark on Cain “to protect him”.  It’s an act of loving care and grace!

For the first time in his life, Cain is in the uncomfortable position of having to rely on someone other than himself.  God graciously steps in to fill that void.  Cain has now become the troubled child and God will continue to reach out in tender compassion, even for this murderer.

God cares most about those who matter least.

That’s what this passage is all about.  It doesn’t matter that Cain shows promise and Abel doesn’t.  It doesn’t matter that Abel deserves it and Cain doesn’t.  God is Love and Love loves because that’s just who God is.  It has nothing to do with the worthiness of the object.

The same is true for each one of you in relation to God.  You are loved no matter who you are or what you’ve done.  You can’t earn God’s love.  You can’t stop it.  You can’t sin it away.  It just is.

Maybe, like Abel, you’ve been an underdog all your life.  Maybe, like Cain, your own bad decisions have earned you a place in “No-Man’s-Land”.  Either way, God is with you.  God loves you.  Nothing can change that.  Ever.

My Most Embarrassing Moment… Ever

This week’s sermon from First Presbyterian, Boonville.

The text is Genesis 3.

If you have ten minutes, I highly recommend listening rather than reading, since the story is much funnier when heard.

Click here to listen to the sermon recording.

As I was preparing this week’s sermon, I called my mother in North Carolina to see if she could help me.

“Mom,” I said, “I’m looking for a story about my teenage years for this week’s sermon.  I’m looking for some amusing incident when I made a bad decision and had to face the consequences.”

Well, let me tell you something: I learned a valuable lesson from this exercise.  I learned that parents have a supernatural ability to reach into the deep, dark shadows of the past and pull out your single most embarrassing moment.  Furthermore, I learned that if you ask them to exercise this ability, they will.

Let’s just say that, in the future, I’m going to think twice before I ask for my mother’s input on a sermon!

However, I can’t complain too much because I got exactly what I asked for: a somewhat amusing story about a time when I made a bad decision.  Over the phone, my mother laughed as hard as I’ve heard her laugh in a long time.  So, without further ado, I give you my most embarrassing moment:

I almost got arrested once.  It happened late one night in the years after I had finished high school.  I met some pals at “an establishment of merriment” and got caught up on our high school days.  After they left, I went to go settle my tab and discovered that I was a little short on cash.

My next move was to find an ATM inside a nearby mall.  The door was locked.  What next?  Well, there was this outdoor fountain beside the mall entrance.  You know, the kind of fountain that people toss their spare change into for good luck.  I was only a little short on my bill.  I could probably get what I needed from there.  So I rolled up my sleeves and you can guess what I tried next.

Thanks to the magic of closed-circuit surveillance television, Mall Security was on me in a flash.  They escorted me into their office, let me off easy, and banished me from the mall for a year.  I wish I could say that I learned some kind of redemptive and philosophical lesson from this encounter.  I can’t say that.  But I can tell you I learned that the money in those fountains goes to local charities and is taken quite seriously by Mall Security!

It was a growing-up moment and a stupid decision on my part.  Like I said, there’s not really any redeeming quality to this story.  It simply stands out as moment in my life when I was not at my best.

So it is with this morning’s story from Genesis 3.  There’s no moral to this story.  There’s no last-minute rescue or redemption.

Over the millennia, theologians of all stripes have tried to impose additional layers of meaning onto this text.  In the Christian tradition, many have read this story as an historical account of how “original sin” came into the world.  The talking serpent is understood to be Satan himself, tempting humanity to sin.  Paying special attention to Eve’s role in these events and the curse imposed upon her by God in the end, many have also used this story to justify the subjugation and mistreatment of women in the western world.

However, the text does not lend itself so easily to such black and white interpretation.  The serpent is never explicitly named as “Satan” in this passage.  Likewise, there is no mention of “original sin” whatsoever.

This story is often referred to as the story of “the Fall”, but I don’t see it as such.  For me, this is not a story about humankind “falling down”.  Instead, I see it as a story about humankind “growing up”.

In my understanding, humanity was not created perfect, but innocent.  The human race was in its infancy in the Garden of Eden.  Everything was provided for them as a free gift from God.  This is not at all unlike what human beings do with their own children.  They are born into our lives and we provide for them in any way that we can.  Parents feed, clothe, shelter, and love their kids.  It’s the natural thing to do.

However, there comes a time when kids grow up.  They start taking for themselves the things that we used to give them.  It starts in the terrible twos and continues through the teenage years.  As they grow older, they take on more and more knowledge.  With that knowledge comes increased responsibility.  It can be a very difficult process.  But eventually, most teenagers break through into adult life and (hopefully) a more mature relationship with their parents.

This is exactly what happened with Adam and Eve in this story.  They begin as children.  They were placed in a lovely garden where everything was given to them.  Then, they begin to exercise their free will.  They tested the boundaries set for them.  They took upon themselves the “knowledge of good and evil” and become responsible for it.  They had to leave their happy home.  That which was previously given to them had to be worked for.  This is the way of the world.  It’s the way life goes.

It’s the same journey that all of us must undertake at some point.

It begins with a decision that cannot be undone.  We must face reality and go out into the world.  The end results are mixed.  Sometimes we learn from their mistakes and sometimes we don’t.  Sometimes we use our power responsibly and sometimes we don’t.

I don’t believe this particular story is historical at all.  To quote the author Rob Bell, I see this as a story that “happens”, not one that “happened”.  It’s a very human story that expresses truth but not fact.  There is no airtight theological system at work here, nor is there a redemptive resolution at the end.  Adam and Eve walk off into an uncertain future that will be of their own making.  What it becomes is up to them.

However, I do see a glimmer of hope:

God is present.  At no point in this difficult “growing up” process does God ever reject Adam and Eve as children.  They must be made to face reality, but they will not do so alone.  God provides them with new clothes on their way out the door and, as we know from the rest of the book of Genesis, God never gives up on them or their family.

God keeps on showing up unexpectedly in the darkest of situations.  God is constantly working to guide, provide, and console.  I used to tell folks in my street ministry, “I like the book of Genesis.  It’s one of the few books I can read and find people more dysfunctional than I am.  And God never gives up on them!”  God doesn’t give up on Adam and Eve either.

Don’t parents do this with their grown-up kids as well?  They never give up.  They never stop hoping.  They never stop loving.  In the best of circumstances, a new relationship begins to develop.  This relationship is more mature and more mutual than the one-sided provider role that falls to the parents of little kids.

I believe this is God’s hope for us.  As we learn to use our power, God’s hope is that we will someday return home as adult believers who have become mature in our faith.  We can explore new and undreamed of territory that was completely foreign to us before.  We come back to God with a gift to offer and not just a need to fill.  This kind of relationship is more mutual and fulfilling for parties on both sides.  Having known the fruit of labor and redemption, we appreciate what we have so much more.

That is the kind of relationship that God wants with each one of us.  Are we prepared to accept that offer?

You Are Accepted

This is my favorite passage from theologian Paul Tillich.  It is taken from a sermon in his book The Shaking of the Foundations.

This is one of those precious few texts I repeatedly return to when I need to remind myself of what it means to be a “Christian”.

Do we know what it means to be struck by grace? It does not mean that we suddenly believe that God exists, or that Jesus is the Saviour, or that the Bible contains the truth. To believe that something is, is almost contrary to the meaning of grace. Furthermore, grace does not mean simply that we are making progress in our moral self-control, in our fight against special faults, and in our relationships to men and to society. Moral progress may be a fruit of grace; but it is not grace itself, and it can even prevent us from receiving grace. For there is too often a graceless acceptance of Christian doctrines and a graceless battle against the structures of evil in our personalities. Such a graceless relation to God may lead us by necessity either to arrogance or to despair. It would be better to refuse God and the Christ and the Bible than to accept them without grace. For if we accept without grace, we do so in the state of separation, and can only succeed in deepening the separation. We cannot transform our lives, unless we allow them to be transformed by that stroke of grace. It happens; or it does not happen. And certainly it does not happen if we try to force it upon ourselves, just as it shall not happen so long as we think, in our self-complacency, that we have no need of it. Grace strikes us when we are in great pain and restlessness. It strikes us when we walk through the dark valley of a meaningless and empty life. It strikes us when we feel that our separation is deeper than usual, because we have violated another life, a life which we loved, or from which we were estranged. It strikes us when our disgust for our own being, our indifference, our weakness, our hostility, and our lack of direction and composure have become intolerable to us. It strikes us when, year after year, the longed-for perfection of life does not appear, when the old compulsions reign within us as they have for decades, when despair destroys all joy and courage. Sometimes at that moment a wave of light breaks into our darkness, and it is as though a voice were saying:You are accepted. You are accepted, accepted by that which is greater than you, and the name of which you do not know. Do not ask for the name now; perhaps you will find it later. Do not try to do anything now; perhaps later you will do much. Do not seek for anything; do not perform anything; do not intend anything. Simply accept the fact that you are accepted!” If that happens to us, we experience grace. After such an experience we may not be better than before, and we may not believe more than before. But everything is transformed. In that moment, grace conquers sin, and reconciliation bridges the gulf of estrangement. And nothing is demanded of this experience, no religious or moral or intellectual presupposition, nothing but acceptance.

Farting My Way Toward Hope

I was having a conversation with someone after worship last night.  This friend is a longtime worker for peace and justice in this country.  We were celebrating the passage of marriage equality in New York state and simultaneously mourning our governor’s immediate turnaround to lift the ban on hydrofracking.

I’m enough of a Calvinist that I believe there will always be something wrong with this world.  We’ll never get it totally right.  There will always be one more reason to march on the capitol, call your senator, write an editorial, or practice civil disobedience.  That’s what “total depravity” means to me.

On the other hand, I also believe that victory is inevitable for the cause of goodness and right.

Why do I believe this?

  • Not because I “have faith in people”.  I don’t.  Trying to make a left-hand turn without a stoplight onto Black River Boulevard during rush hour will destroy that for anyone.
  • Not because I trust the spineless Democrats or the heartless Republicans.  I don’t.
  • Not because I “believe in America”.  I don’t.  It’s a country like any other.  There are some wonderful things about it and some horrible things.  If you want to know what happens when people uncritically “believe in their country”, just look at the Third Reich.

I believe the final victory of goodness and right is inevitable because I believe in God.  With my Christian coreligionists (among others), I accept the biblical tenet that “God is love” (that’s 1 John 4:16, in case anybody wants to look it up).  This means that love is the “Ground of all Being”, to borrow a phrase from Paul Tillich.  Love sits at the center of the universe.  Love is the source of the Big Bang and all subsequent nebulae, quasars, galaxies, and planets.  The “invisible hand” of the cosmic economy is love (apologies to Adam Smith).

If this is true, then all that is not love is destined to dissipate into nothingness.  This goes for all ego-centricity, injustice, exploitation, prejudice, and death-dealing.  The Jewish prophet Isaiah sang his Dylanesque folk song: “They will not hurt or destroy on all my holy mountain; for the whole earth will be full of the knowledge of Yahweh (lit. “The One Who Is”) as the waters cover the sea.”

I shared this idea with my friend, who continues to struggle with this faith.  She lamented the fact that, for the moment, evil seems so present and powerful.  How do we know it won’t win or last forever?  In a flash of T.M.I. insight, I thought of a helpful (if gross) analogy:

Have you ever been in a closed room when somebody ripped a really really smelly fart?  It’s over-powering.  You can’t even think straight.  You feel like you’re going to die.  But what happens when you crack a window or step outside?  The smell goes away.  In the context of the larger scheme of things, the fart has less substance and less reality than the world around it.  So it is with the evil we see in this world.  If love exists at the center of the universe, then all that is not love is destined to disperse into nothingness once somebody opens a window.

We can even get biblical with this.  Here’s a line from Psalm 68.  When I read this, I interpret “enemies” and “wicked” to mean “evil itself” rather than individual human beings.  As it says in the New Testament, the struggle of faith is not against “enemies of blood and flesh” but against “spiritual forces of evil”.  Disclaimer aside, read on:

“O God, arise, and let your enemies be scattered; let those who hate you flee before you.  Let them vanish like smoke when the wind drives it away; as wax melts at the fire, so let the wicked perish at the presence of God.  But let the righteous be glad and rejoice before God; let them also be merry and joyful.”

How You Say It

Greetings all!

This has been an amazing few months in my life.  In May, the Presbyterian Church (USA) amended their constitution to allow for the ordination of LGBT deacons, elders, and pastors.  Then, last week, New York became the sixth US state to legalize same-sex marriage.  My wife and I participated in demonstrations both inside and outside our state capitol building.

I also had the opportunity to speak on the local news about the upcoming vote in the senate.

Here is the link to that conversation.

On the Sunday after the vote passed, the same news station surprised us by showing up with cameras in hand at our morning worship service.

Click here to watch the video of the segment they did on our church.

The responses have been myriad and diverse.  Here are some words I would use to describe the responses:

Thankful
Condescending
Cruel
Honest
Self-righteous
Pedantic
Supportive
Confused
Curious
Reaching out
Loving
Combative
Arrogant
Hard-hearted
Compassionate
Hateful
Ignorant

Look carefully at this list.  It would be a mistake to assume that all the “positive” adjectives refer to those who agree with me and all the “negative” adjectives apply to those who think differently.  As a matter of fact, the list is mixed for a reason.  I could use several of these words to describe people on both sides of “this issue” (although I am loathe to call it that).

What speaks the most about us in times like these is how we respond, and not just the content of our response.  I have felt such compassionate support from those who passionately disagree with me.  I have also cringed at the hard-hearted self-righteousness of those who hold views similar to my own.

I will continue to hold onto the views I express in these articles because I believe them to be good and true.  I honestly believe that I am following (however imperfectly) the lead of the Holy Spirit and the message of the Bible as I take the course I have chosen.  I know that not all of you will agree with me.  I won’t ask you to change your mind unless you want to.  I will not enter into a Bible-quoting argument with you unless you truly want to understand how someone can read the Bible differently than you do.

I encourage you all, wherever you stand, to look at the character of your response to others.  Is it in keeping with the Spirit of Christ?  In your words and deeds, are you loving your neighbor as yourself?

What you say does not say so much as how you say it.

A God Worth Believing In

This week’s sermon from First Presbyterian, Boonville.

The text is Genesis 22:1-14.

Rev. John Buehrens, former president of the Unitarian Universalist Association, has an interesting response to folks who tell him, “I don’t believe in God.”

“Tell me about the God you don’t believe in,” he says, “Chances are that I don’t believe in ‘Him’ either.”

I’ve got to say that I love Buehrens’ response for the way it insightfully cuts through the veil of cultural assumptions and seeks to help both speaker and listener come to a deeper understanding of the words they use.

There are several good reasons for not believing in God.  Many of these reasons depend on which conception of “God” is being rejected.  In our society, there are several popular conceptions of God that manage to float around in our collective unconscious mind.

First, some have the idea of God as an old man with a long, white beard who lives in the sky.  Cartoonist Gary Larson often depicted God like this in his famous comic strip, The Far Side.  This God is the product of medieval superstition, not the ancient wisdom given through the scriptures and traditions of the church.  This is a God made in our own image: complete with physical form, location, and gender.  I am inclined to agree with my atheist friends that such a deity is not worth believing in.

Next, some think of God as a distant judge who stands aside like the referee at a ball game, just waiting for someone to break a rule.  Whenever that happens, this God makes sure to write it down for all eternity.  This God is kind of like Santa Claus, who is “making a list and checking it twice” with the assumption that someday, God is “coming to town” in order to dole out rewards and punishments.  This God is more interested in following the rules than growing in relationship.  I don’t blame my atheist friends.  I wouldn’t want to believe in that kind of God either!  As a matter of fact, I don’t.

Next, some have the idea of God an almighty being who controls everything that happens in the universe.  This God causes earthquakes and hurricanes as well as cancer and car accidents.  All tragedy can be attributed to “God’s will” according to this understanding.  Furthermore, this God predestines certain people for eternal salvation and others for eternal damnation.  Human beings have no free will, but are mere pawns in this God’s cosmic chess game.  I can understand why someone would not want to believe in this kind of God.

Next, some think of God as a kind of tribal deity or mascot, who is associated only with certain people in a certain place and time.  This God loves some people more than others, depending on some predetermined characteristic.  They say that God only loves Americans, or straight people, or Christians.  Anyone who doesn’t fit into the right category is excluded from God’s favor.  This kind of God is also not worth believing in.

These concepts of “old man in the sky”, “distant judge”, “almighty chess player”, and “tribal totem” arise from our culture’s assumptions about what God is like.  When people think of “God”, they are usually thinking of something (or someone) similar to one or more of these categories.

In the ancient Middle East, people had their own socially accepted ideas about what God must be like.  Most folks in those days believed that gods lived in stone or wooden sculptures.  The early Jews and Christians had no such idols, so they were referred to as “atheists” by the culture of their day.  People in that culture also believed that their gods needed to be fed by humans in order to thrive and survive.  Offerings and sacrifices were made so that the gods could “eat”.  No one in that society would have thought it strange that a deity would ask for some kind of sacrifice from people.  Occasionally, these gods would demand a human sacrifice in order to guarantee peace and prosperity during the coming year.  This was an accepted practice.

So, it would have come as no big surprise in their society that God would ask Abraham to sacrifice his firstborn son.  It fit with their cultural conception of spirituality.  It’s the kind of thing any god would have done in the ancient Middle East.  So, that’s why Abraham hardly batted an eye when God told him to go sacrifice his son Isaac on a mountain.  “It’s just what gods do!”

When we read this story in the modern world, we’re horrified by it.  We can’t imagine the God we worship asking someone to kill their own child as a test of faith.  We take people who do that sort of thing and lock them up in jail.  Jews and Christians alike have tried to understand this passage by interpreting it allegorically or symbolically.  Jews call this passage the “Akedah” and see it as a story about themselves as Isaac on the altar with his survival and God’s promise hanging in the balance.  A lot of Jewish theology written since the Holocaust has paid special attention to the Akedah as a lens for understanding what happened to the Jews in Nazi Germany.  The Jewish people were brought to the brink of destruction, but were spared at the last minute.  Many Christians, for their part, interpret this text as an allegorical symbol for what happened to Christ: the beloved son ascended a hill carrying wood on his back, and faced a sacrificial death.  Philosophers like Soren Kierkegaard have analyzed this passage as a metaphor for individual choice and personal faith.  The list goes on…

What all of these renderings have in common is that they are trying to either sidestep or understand the sheer horror of a God who would call someone to kill his or her own child.  But we miss something as we project our modern values on this ancient text.  In that culture, a deity calling for human sacrifice was considered normal.  In fact, it was so normal that Abraham hardly thinks twice when his God seems to be asking for it.

If there’s anything strange and shocking about this text from an ancient standpoint, it’s the fact that Abraham’s God stops the sacrifice at the last possible second.  This must have been mind-boggling to Abraham!  His whole idea of who God is and how the world works must have been turned upside down in that moment!

By stopping the human sacrifice, God was challenging popular cultural notions about religion.  God was changing the way religion worked in that society.  God was saying to Abraham, in effect, “I’m not like that.  I’m different.”

God isn’t like that.  God is different.

I wonder what this idea would look like if we applied it to some of our own cultural conceptions about God?

Remember the conception of God as the “old man in the sky”?  We already identified this kind of God as “not worth believing in”.  How might God say, “I’m not like that” about the “old man in the sky”?  Let’s look at the first part: Is God really male?  Well, did you know that there are several places in the Bible where God is actually described as a mother?  Sure enough in Deuteronomy 32, Job 38, Isaiah 46, and Jeremiah 31, God is a woman giving birth.  Likewise, the name “El Shaddai”, usually rendered as “God Almighty” by English translators, probably comes from the word that is used to describe nursing mothers.  What about the second part?  Does God really live “up there” in the sky?  Well, our annual Christmas celebrations would seem to deliver a resounding “No” to that question.  At Christmas time, we Christians celebrate our belief that God “took on flesh and dwelt among us”, as it says in John 1.  Later on Jesus said repeatedly that if we want to look for God, we should look among the people in this world who suffer most.  “Whatever you have done for the least of these who are members of my family,” Jesus said in Matthew 25, “you have done for me.”  If you want to go looking for God, don’t look on some cloud floating up in the sky.  Look around you, down here on earth!  That’s where God is!  God lives in the people around us who need help the most.  So, when it comes to our culture’s idea of God as “old man in the sky”, I think we can safely say that God isn’t like that.  God is complex, diverse, and intimately present in our lives.  That’s what God is like.

How about the idea of God as the “distant judge” who is “making a list and checking it twice” in order to find out who is “naughty or nice”?  We’ve already said that it’s not worth believing in a God who is more interested in rules than relationships.  Is our God really that kind of “distant judge”?  Well, let’s look at the kinds of things that Jesus said and did.  He went out of his way to welcome outcast sinners who had been kicked out of their synagogues for failing to live up to “old fashioned family values”.  Jesus went so far as to break time-honored religious laws in order to express God’s radical welcome to those who were least deserving of it.  Again and again, Jesus showed us that forgiveness, rather than judgment, is the way that God operates in this world.  When it comes to harsh judgment, Jesus tells us, “God isn’t like that.”  God is more interested in loving sinners than upholding the self-righteousness of judgmental hypocrites.  That’s what God is like.

What about God as the “almighty chess player” who causes everything that happens in the world, including tragedy and disaster?  This one is a bit trickier (especially for us Presbyterians, who have historically emphasized God’s sovereignty).  Philosophers have been wrestling with this question for centuries.  There’s no way we can sum up their arguments in a single paragraph.  But we can point to passages in the Bible that refer to God’s character.  I’m thinking of passages like Jeremiah 29:11: “I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, plans for your welfare and not for harm, to give you a future with hope.”  In James 1:17, we learn that “Every generous act of giving, with every perfect gift, is from above, coming down from the Father of lights”.  When it comes to predestined salvation and damnation, we read in 2 Peter 3:9 that God is patient with us, “not wanting any to perish”.  As we piece together these snippets, we begin to get the idea that “God isn’t like that” when it comes to the “almighty chess player”.  God is a generous giver who works for the good of everyone.  There are no dispensable or “extra” people in God’s eyes.  That’s what God is like.

What about the conception of God as “mascot” or “tribal totem”?  Does God belong to only one group of people?  Passages like Psalm 87 describes the community of God’s people as an extremely diverse group, made up of all the nations of the world, even those who were regarded as Israel’s enemies at that time.  The Jewish prophet Isaiah spends a lot of time describing this reality in detail.  We see it spelled out in Isaiah 2, 55, and 60.  Jesus and the early Christians began to fulfill Isaiah’s vision as they opened the doors of the church to include Greeks, Romans, Africans, and Samaritans as well as Jews.  God does not belong to one group of people as their mascot.  God isn’t like that.  God loves all people and wants to gather us together into one human family.  Jesus himself said it best in John 12:32, “I, when I am lifted up from the earth, will draw all people to myself.”  Notice that he said “all people”, not just “some”.  Not just Americans, straight people, or Christians, but “all”.  That’s what God is like.

There are some ideas about God that just aren’t worth believing in.  Abraham learned that in his experience on Mount Moriah.  I think we can have a similar experience when we compare our cultural notions about “who God is” with what we actually read about in the Bible.  With Abraham, I think we will discover a God who is bigger, better, more loving, and more amazing than we can possibly imagine!

“And God saw that it was good.”

Image of the Carina Nebula taken by the Hubble Space Telescope

Trinity Sunday sermon from First Presbyterian, Boonville.

The text is Genesis 1:1-2:4a.

We read this morning from the story of creation in the book of Genesis.  This is one of the most familiar (and controversial) texts in the entire Bible.  It’s often used as a wedge and a weapon by those who would try to set up science and faith as mutually exclusive categories of knowledge.

Some say that this is a literal and historical account of what actually happened during the first week of existence for the universe (which they take to have happened about six thousand years ago).  These folks often have witty bumper stickers that say things like, “The Bible says it, I believe it, and that settles it” or “The Big Bang Theory: God spoke and BANG, it happened”.

On the other hand, there are those who say that this story is nothing more than an ancient legend made up by people who didn’t have the benefit of modern science at their disposal.  These days, they say, this story is useful only as a cultural artifact.  It should be studied in the same way that Greek mythology is studied: without regard for its truth or relevance to contemporary life.

So then, are these our only two options for understanding this text?  Do we reject, on the one hand, the findings of the scientific community as the deceptions of Satan or the product of secular humanist conspiracy?  Or, on the other hand, do we throw out the Bible as an ancient relic, abandoning it to be used and abused by ignorant bigots, like those who once believed that the earth is flat?

Or is there a third option?  Is there some way for us to lower our mental buckets into this well and bring up gallons of living water?  Can this text serve as a source of divine truth for us, even if we don’t accept it as literally and historically factual?  I think there is.

Let’s start by looking at the text itself.  You’ll notice that there is a lot of repetition going on.  “And God said, ‘Let there be… and God saw that it was good… and there was evening and there was morning, the [#] day.”  This happens over and over again, so much that you start to expect it.  There is a kind of natural rhythm to this passage.  Tell me, where else do you find rhythm and repetition in language?  In poetry!  This text reads like a poem.

What’s even more interesting is how the ideas and images in this poem develop as we read on.  Let’s look at the first six days of creation and the creatures that emerge on each day.  To make it easier to understand, we’re going to divide the days into two groups that stand side by side: days 1-3 and days 4-6.

On the first day, God creates light and darkness itself.  Parallel this with the fourth day, when God creates the sun, moon, and stars (i.e. those objects (beings) that dwell in the light and darkness of day and night).  On the second day, God separates the sky and the water.  Then look at the fifth day, when God creates birds and fish (i.e. the life-forms that live in the sky and water).  On the third day, God calls forth the land and vegetation from the sea.  Match this up with the sixth day, when God makes land animals and humans, whose job it is to care for the rest of creation.

On days 1-3, God creates a particular environment and then fills each environment with inhabitants on days 4-6, leaving human beings in charge of the whole thing.  Then, on the seventh day, God takes a break.  For this reason, the text tells us, every seventh day is set apart as sacred.  On this day, people are called to rest from their work and reflect on the goodness of God’s creation.

“Okay Barrett,” you might say, “it’s a nice poem, but what does it mean?  Why are these words and ideas laid out in the way they are?”  In order to answer that question, it would make sense to look at who wrote this poem, where and when it was written, and why they wrote it.

The problem is that we don’t exactly know the who, where, when, and why of this poem’s author.  Unlike modern writers, authors in the ancient world didn’t exactly sign and date their material.  And, as any teacher will tell you, it’s almost impossible to figure out who wrote a nameless and dateless paper, even when you know it was written in the last week!  Imagine trying to do it with a paper that’s several thousand years old!  Forget about it!

Biblical scholars have spent years trying to solve this mystery.  Their best guess is that this poem was probably written by a Jewish person sometime during the sixth century B.C.  Jews at that time were living in exile, working as slaves in the country of Babylon.  The Babylonians had conquered the holy land and dragged many of the people off to work for them elsewhere.  Removing people from their land was a common strategy used by the Babylonians to break people’s spirits and keep them submissive.  The Jews living and working in Babylon huddled together in sorrow for their lost home.  All around them, their Babylonian bosses made them feel like they were less than human.  They treated God’s people like machines or property.  They made fun of Jewish culture and religion.

“You God is so weak,” they said, “our god, Marduk, was able to beat yours in battle.  That’s why you’re our slaves now.  Why don’t you give up worshiping your pitiful little God and worship ours instead?”

Well, the Jews didn’t listen to that talk.  They got together and, once a week, these Jewish slaves went on strike.  They refused to work.  They huddled together to sing, pray, and tell stories.  They celebrated their faith and culture.  This is the Sabbath day.

On the Sabbath the Jews said to the Babylonians, “You might be in charge (for now) but you don’t own us.  We belong to our God, who made heaven and earth.”  That’s where scholars think this poem came from.  The sun, moon, and animals were all different gods to the Babylonians.  They worshiped them and made all kinds of sacrifices, but the Jews said, “Those aren’t gods!  The sun and moon are just lights in the sky.  The animals were made by our God and given to us to care for.”  Rather than bowing down, the Jewish people stood up to preserve their dignity and celebrate their faith that, one day, their one true God would free them from slavery and bring them home again, just like God once did with Moses in Egypt.  In the meantime, the Jews kept going on strike once a week.  They kept meeting together to worship.  “We’re not your property,” they said, “We’re God’s people.”

So this poem becomes a celebration of faith, hope, and human dignity in the face of chaos, destruction, and oppression.  The poem opens with the image of a dark and stormy ocean.  Nothing but a “formless void”, but God is there.  God is speaking.  And God is making something good out of this mess!

In the same way, you and I live in a dark and chaotic world.  The society around us laughs at our faith.  It would be so easy to become frightened or cynical.  Maybe we’re not exactly slaves, like the Jews were under the Babylonians, but we often get treated like we’re less than human.  Government bureaucracy treats us like cattle, shuffling us around and identifying us by our Social Security Number.  Corporate advertising calls us “consumers” and tells us that our only value as human beings comes from how much money we have to spend.

“It’s a dog-eat-dog world,” they say, “you’ve got to take whatever you can get or somebody else will!”

Can we, as people of faith, find the courage to stand up and say no to that?

Like the ancient Jews, you and I already gather here once a week to sing, pray, and tell stories like this one.  When you come here, you’re reminding yourself that you are more than just a consumer or constituent.  You are a child of God.  You have inherent dignity as a human being.  You matter.

That’s a message that the world around you will try to drown out, if it can.  It will try to swallow up your soul in that ocean of darkness and chaos.

The power of faith is the power to resist that fear and cynicism.  It’s the power of hope.  It’s the power of human dignity.  It’s the power to celebrate the goodness of creation.  It’s the power to say that our God is more real than the false gods of consumerism and ideology.  The power of faith is the power to say, “God is making something good out of this mess!”

Do you believe that?  Can you see in your life what the ancient Jews saw in this passage?  The truth in this text has little to do with how the universe began, whether it was thousands or billions of years ago.  It has everything to do with how you look at the universe today.  Are you a faith-full or a faith-less person?  My prayer is that God would open your heart in the midst of this life’s “formless void”, so full of darkness and chaos, and that you would somehow sense the mystery of God’s presence saying to you, “Let there be light.”

My (re)Ordination

My leap over Hadrian’s Wall is now complete!  I am a minister of the Word and Sacrament in the Presbyterian Church (USA).

Click here to read the bulletin from the service.

Posted below is the sermon, which was written and delivered by my dear friend (and fellow Trekkie), the Reverend Naomi Kelly.  Naomi serves as pastor of Forest Presbyterian Church in Lyons Falls, NY.  This sermon is reprinted with her permission.

Her text is the Beatitudes, Matthew 5:1-12.

I’m sure that you’ve watched many Star Trek episodes, and I’m sure you’re familiar with the Episode from Star Trek: The Next Generation where Captain Picard becomes a little boy, there is some kind ionic cloud and passes over the shuttle craft and he, Guinan and Ensign Ro are genetically altered to the time just before puberty, they are pre-teens is you will. Captain Picard is very happy that he has hair, and when the antidote seems impossible and the he will be young and grow up again, and be given another chance to go through life, he begins to imagine what he can become, he was already a Star Ship Captain, maybe this time he will be an archaeologist, another one of his passions. But soon the ship is in danger and young or not he must act, he must do something to save his ship. It was very difficult for him not being able to command his ship the way he used to.  He  still has all his skills, only in a younger body. And he finds that when he changes his perspective and begins to see with the eyes of  a child he is able to do great things, he is able to use his childishness to save the ship. His perspective is changed as he figures out what he needs to do in order to succeed at his calling. When Jean Luc was able to humble himself, to become vulnerable,  to allow the child that he’d become to direct  his actions, he was able to do great things. Star Trek always has the ability to give us new and fresh perspectives on our culture by taking us outside ourselves just enough so that we can see where we fall short, where we need work, what we can do better.

Jesus does that too, (you see Star Trek always copies Jesus) Jesus gives us new perspectives on life, like His Sermon on the Mount. The Beatitudes give us one such twist. Seasons of the Spirit, a commentary on “Year A January 30, 2011 says:  “In these saying, Jesus turns human notions of happiness upside down. What kind of living brings God’s blessing? Jesus teaches that the blessed ones are those who are humble of heart, who are gentle, who show mercy, who hunger and thirst for God’s ways. Those who mourn will be comforted; those who make peace will be called God’s children. Those who are persecuted in the cause of justice will find themselves part of God’s transforming reality.”

The Beatitudes give us a beautiful vision of what the world can be like. It is a vision that allows us to see the world from a different perspective.  Like Paul says in the letter to the Philippians we need to be humble as Jesus was humble, to be more Christ like- that gentle merciful nature that is part of us, that we hide away, because we think it makes us vulnerable is what Jesus reminds us to show to the world. The kind of power that we’re used to, is not God’s idea of power.

These stories are revealing of the church in a way, they remind us that at one time the church took itself too seriously, that we began to want more power and influence in the world, and now all the mainline denominations are struggling, perhaps we lost the vision of Jesus’ teachings, perhaps the world doesn’t need what we have to offer anymore.  I don’t know about you, but I often think I know better than God, I have all the answers, this kind of attitude leaves us inflexible, and not humble at all.

It is time for new a perspective again, it is time to reform and always be reforming, it is time to read the words that we have had handed down to us with new eyes, in a new light, and see where we need to change our perspective. The Spirit of Christ enables us to do that, gives us the insight and vision to change. Just as the young Jean Luc was able to change his perspective and use the skills of a pre-teen to save his ship, we are able to open to new ways of being church to make a difference in our world. And we can say, Blessed are the weak because when we are weak then God is strong and can influence and change our lives and our behavior.  Blessed are the flexible for they will survive the changes that come along.

Blessed are the young at heart for they will able to transform the church to serve the world and each other.