When dreams are in ruins

Doomsday.  It’s like a car crash on the Anthony Henday freeway.  We slow down to watch the disaster or because the emergency response vehicles are flashing their lights, and it’s hard not to rubberneck as we crawl by.  Or it’s like hearing about a tornado and power outage in Vancouver.  I immediately texted my son only to find out he had not even known that the power was out for some of his coworkers.  Or like the time we were on our honeymoon in Queensland in 1987 and heard that Mill Woods, where our brothers lived and our wedding presents awaited our return, had been destroyed by a tornado!  Time stands still for a moment, disbelief is expressed, adrenalin kicks in and we do what we can to connect with our family and friends.  Our home in Mill Woods didn’t even lose a leaf off a tree that day.  But the anxiety that we endured while we scrambled to find out what had happened took a while to wear off, and we were lucky compared to some folks in the trailer park.

Now we are in times that have left many feeling anxious and isolated.  It feels like we are all holding our breaths waiting for things to go back to the way they were.  Yet so much has happened and is still happening that it is hard to picture what back to normal, or forward to new normal, will look like.

Mark was writing his gospel at a similar time of great change.  He remembered the ‘good old days’ when Jesus was teaching the disciples, inspiring, empowering and engaging them.  The times Jesus comforted them, the times Jesus provoked them.  When we hear Mark’s story, there is a lot of Jesus provoking and challenging everyone he met.  The scribes and Pharisees, the temple officials, the keepers of the status quo.  And he provoked his disciples too, much to their discomfort.  Imagine standing in a beautiful, awe-inspiring building that was the centre of the faith, and Jesus saying, eh, it’s not so great.  And Jesus was right to warn them not to worship the building.  Only 30 or so years later, it was destroyed so badly by the besieging Roman army that it would never be rebuilt and the western wall is all that’s left of what was once a glorious symbol of Herod’s ambitions.

The trauma of having the temple, with the holy of holies destroyed alongside much of the city, was devastating for the faithful.  They struggled to understand why God had allowed it to be destroyed.  Leading up to this, charismatic leaders were recruiting people to wage war on the Romans.  They had some success and wiped out 6000 Roman Centurions in one ambush.  But as the Romans started taking the insurrection more seriously, pushing the various groups into Jerusalem, the leaders started fighting amongst each other in a bloody civil war.  Jerusalem was destroyed, with a death toll of over a million, according to the Roman Historian Josephus.  So Jesus warning his people of the different leaders who would be vying for their loyalty was making an important point.  Jumping on a bandwagon because it’s led by a charismatic speaker is not what God is calling us to do.  It can lead to death and destruction.  The world is full of earthquakes and wars and famine, but we are not to be dismayed.  We are to stay focused on our purpose.

I am proud of this congregation.  We have been very steady in our focus.  When DJs urged us to protest public health legislation, we did not jump on that bandwagon.  When friends and family started sharing conspiracy theories or recommended veterinarian medication for Covid, we resisted.  When people thought it was okay to make racist comments in public and talk about making Alberta great again, we challenged those attitudes.  We wore orange feathers and orange t-shirts, we wrote letters to the editors, we started petitions to save parks, and other initiatives.  We started saying a land acknowledgement long before it was popular to do so.  I was surprised and impressed that the Remembrance Day ceremony this week started with a land acknowledgement.

Here are two stories from this week of how we  make a difference when we stick to our vision of God’s Community.  One was a family of four who came because the Friendship Centre thought we might have some winter coats to give them.  There was an eight-year-old, a mum, an auntie and a kookum, and they told me that Covid had been a real struggle for them.  They saw our basket of socks and their eyes opened wide and they were so happy to know that they could take some home.  They also took some of the food and clothes from our donation baskets.  Next time they come they will take our Jiggs Dinner that we froze for families in need.  There were other people who were treated to new socks and food this week.  People struggling with mental health or with developmental challenges.  But I will not forget the look on the RCMP officer’s face who came to collect socks for the Detachment.  I told him we had a lot, but I don’t think he believed me; he told me he’d take as many as we could spare.  Boy, was he surprised with the basket filled to overflowing!  He said that socks would go out in the squad cars so that if they had to deal with someone who was in the bush, they would have warm dry feet because of us.  And he wanted me to thank you for your generosity.

We may help prevent frostbite, gangrene, or even death amongst people who have lost hope that they deserve to be treated with care and respect.  Paul wrote, “provoke one another to love and good deeds”, and we have done just that.  Having a vision that stays the course, inspires generosity, empowers our community and engages the ones who are seen as least among us, is what we as Christians are called to do.  When we keep that vision in mind, walls are broken down, chains are thrown aside, and we all live in Christ’s vision of freedom and liberty for all.