Nagging

Good morning, I am so honored to be here!  Of course, it’s been quite a few years, so I will introduce myself anew to you! I am Mrs. Nellie Letitia McClung, but you can call me Nellie. I see that some of you have my books, and I will be quite willing to autograph them after the service.

The last time I was here was back in 1917.  I said at the time that “the conference made a wise choice of a minister when they sent Rev. H. Bosomworth to take charge of Athabasca, for he has the sane optimism which is so badly needed in a town which has been through the hard experiences of this one. He knows how to face difficulties and he has a saving sense of humour which will see him through many trying situations He carries on a splendid work with the boys club, which meets every Wednesday evening in the basement and makes good use of the well-equipped gymnasium. Mr. Bosomworth can do many things. He can put up hay, cut his own wood, plant his own garden, mend the lights when they go out of order, or do a carpenters job if necessary. But he is, above all things, a preacher, a philosopher, and a lover of humanity. (Source: Athabasca Archives, -Nellie McClung, speaking on the qualities of Rev. Η. Bosomworth of the Methodist church following her lecture there in 1917)

What a delightful scripture you have chosen for this morning’s homily!  Some of you will remember that my four friends and I were often accused of nagging like the widow to the unjust judge when it came to getting the vote for all women.  My dear friends Emily Murphy, Henrietta Muir Edwards, Louise McKinney, and Irene Parlby nagged politicians into giving us what was our natural dues, the right to be considered persons, to be senators or even judges like my dear friend Emily, God rest her soul.  There are times when we women, and men too, have nagged and cajoled and written and protested.  We did this because “in Canada we are developing a pattern of life, and I know something about one block of that pattern.  I know it for I helped to make it, and I can say that without any pretense of modesty, or danger of arrogance, for I know that we who make the patterns are not important but the pattern is.” [1]  But although we now have the vote as God intended us to, we come to another grave challenge, my brothers and sisters in Christ.  You may think of the crushing despair farmers in your area are struggling with after so many years of poor crops and dust bowl conditions.  Or you may be worrrying about the rise of fascism and the rumors circulating that our new premier, William Aberhart, is entertaining Nazis in order to learn how to make Alberta prosperous again.  These are indeed worrying.  Bible Bill might promise to take over the banks, and make Alberta only money, and promise everyone $25 a month to stimulate the economy, but his own constituency is gathering signatures to recall him, including farmers and oil workers and I don’t think he will last much longer in politics.  I digress.

No, I am here to remind you that we need to work hard on one outstanding problem that exists right in the midst of this new United Church of Canada we all worked so hard to create 10 years ago.  No, I am not referring to poor Mrs. Dorothea Palmer being arrested last month for distributing birth control pamphlets to people in the poorer districts of Ottawa.  I am going to help with that, as you can well imagine.  Again, I digress.

Sadly, we need to continue to nag our own church leaders about clergy!  Our clergy have been poorly paid because of the dire circumstances, and there were more churches closed than opened since the stock market crash of 1929.  If it were not for the generous maritime churches  and their shipments of food and clothing, I dare say some of you would be showing up in rags or staying home for having nothing to wear or eat.  Someone quipped recently, “the bootleggers have gone, the movies have gone, credit is gone, social life is gone, but thank God the Church remains.”[2] This shows that while we are too poor to entertain ourselves as we did in the 1920’s, we have kept the important priorities.  Our survival as a national church despite all odds proves that Union is a calling from God himself!  And while there is still much to do to help the young people who are not able to find work and the farmers unable to sell their crops, there is also the need to think about leadership in our Church.

We have a shortage of young men who can afford to go to theology school because of this great depression.  And if rumors are to be believed, they may once again be needed in Europe to stem the tides of growing communism and fascism.  Now that women have joined men in becoming doctors and lawyers and politicians, and proven skilled in doing so, it is time for us to ordain women, the likes of my dear friend and confidant, Miss Lydia Gruchy.  Thank you all for your hard work in passing last year’s remit on ordaining women with 79 presbyteries in favor, 26 against, and nine abstaining.[3]

It is time, ladies and gentlemen, to raise our voices again.  Our General Council is meeting next year, and there are no more excuses to bar women from the pulpit.  One man said women are too fragile for the horse and buggy trips around the countryside, but dear Miss Gruchy has been doing that since union, and is none the worse for wear.  One preacher said that “women would have to be very attractive before they could qualify”.  To which I respond, It’s a good thing looks were not a qualification for men in the past.  If you don’t believe me look around you at the picked delegates [we are sending to General Council]. I’ll grant you they are all intelligent men, excellent men, but you would never mistake it for a beauty show!” [4]

Saskatchewan Conference is convinced that Miss Gruchy, modest as she is, is worthy of being ordained.  She has been preaching quite admirably for several years.  It is time for our leaders to recognize that women are equal to men in all aspects, including the God given right to proclaim the Gospel.

So, my dear friends, be like the nagging widow with the corrupt judge.  But I would be sadly remiss if I did not remind you that this is not only about bold justice, it is also about faith.  Miss Gruchy has been serving God and the church modestly and quietly working in the vineyard of the Lord for 13 years with deep spirituality and shows through her life that prayers, offered humbly and sincerely, are answered in God’s good time.  Let us pray and nag even God himself for justice and equality across this great land of ours.

[1] Patricia Wotton, “With Love, Lydia”  2012, Pg 120

[2] Don Schweitzer The United Church a History, 2012 P 47

[3] Wotton, p 139

[4] Wotton p 132

Prove it!

How many of us want a sign so that we know our faith is right?  It’s tempting to join the crowd asking for a big spectacle.  We want the Andrew Lloyd Webber musical experience with smoke bombs, strobe lights, falling chandeliers, amazing opera singers and a happy ending.  We want to experience thrills and chills and the greatest show on earth! Give us that old Razzle Dazzle.

That’s what happened in today’s reading from John.  The crowd had just experienced the feeding of the five thousand, where Jesus turned a few loaves and fish into enough to feed the whole crowd.  He took a day off and the crowd searched for him until they found him, not to say thank you but to demand more bread, more fish, more healings, more miracles.  “Gimmee what I want, what I really really want”.

Their hands were out, and they were demanding, not asking.  They were not happy that Jesus disappeared on them in the first place, and now they were going to keep him busy doing what they had decided he should do.  Jesus had left because he knew that they wanted to make him the king and he didn’t want that.  It’s like that scene in the Andrew Lloyd Weber musical, Jesus Christ Superstar, when Herod demands that Jesus prove his identity:

So you are the Christ, You're the great Jesus Christ
Prove to me that you're divine - Change my water into wine
That's all you need do, then I'll know it's all true
C'mon King of the Jews!

Facing the crowds again, instead of tap-dancing to their tune, Jesus decided to address them directly.  And instead of fixing their physical needs, he talked instead about their spiritual needs.  He wasn’t there just to be their grocery store and hospital.  He was there to feed their souls, as well as their bodies.

There’s a real tension here between physical and spiritual needs of the people.  This still happens today.  Folks are struggling, they are working hard on minimum wage and don’t know what they will do to pay the bills and feed the kids.  Jesus wanted to provide a spiritual solution that moved from enabling to empowering.

“I am the Bread of Life”, he said, and for people focused on the concrete needs of life, this must have seemed like nonsense.  Poetry, fancy philosophy, obscure theological game playing, call it what you will, the metaphor of Jesus as food must have been sorely confusing to them, just like it’s confusing to us.  The reality is that survival can be hard, and we need all the help we can get.  Jesse Zink, in the book we are reading called Faithful, Creative, Hopeful, talks about the growing gap between the richest people on the planet and those who are working for them.  The wealthiest people own such huge yachts that they can land helicopters on the deck beside the swimming pool, while many people must work two or even three jobs to keep a roof over their heads.  The economic system that has built this inequality is called Neoliberalism, which is the idea that the state should stay out of the market and individuals can do what they like to make money.  The problem is that not all humans are alike, and what some people like to do to earn money is treat others like slaves.  When government decides that the free market is best, and privatizing schools and healthcare is the only way to operate, it avoids taking care of those who can’t afford the dentist or the doctor or the mental health professional.

Jesus challenges Neoliberalism.  By calling himself the Bread of Life, he used a metaphor to describe how his teaching and example would inspire more than day to day survival.  It’s more than risk management, too; risk management invites us to imagine the worst and plan how to deal with it.  And more than risk management is sustainability, where we trust we have enough to get us through. Jesus calls us to more than sustainability, Jesus calls us to abundance through deep spirituality. Deep Spirituality is one of the three cornerstones of the United Church’s Strategic Plan, along with Bold Discipleship and Daring Justice. The United Church defines it as intentionally drawing closer to God. We do that together in worship as a congregation. But how do we do it the rest of the week? Prayer is one way. Prayer is opening our lives to God. It can be with words or through music or art. For some people, it is solitude in nature. For others, it is quieting and settling themselves with tools like meditation or mandalas, writing in a journal, reading a daily devotional or a bible passage, or practicing gratitude.  It is focusing on thanksgiving, or as Paul wrote, “think deeply about things that are true and noble, upright and pure, full of beauty and worthy of respect.”  This is one of many spiritual practices.

The United Church says that Deep Spirituality is “an experience of intimacy with God, and it is the starting point for each of us. It is grounded in worship and prayer, study and scripture. Deep spirituality is the joy of those who know they are loved and held by God and who long to run into God’s embrace. Deep spirituality is the cornerstone of our identity, not just as a church but also as individuals.”

Deep spirituality, feasting on the Bread of Life, calls us beyond survival, beyond stability, beyond risk management, beyond resilience to deep, lasting flourishing.  This is something the Herods of the world, and the crowd demanding quick fixes, do not understand, but it is deeply transforming. It breaks the monstrous hold of neoliberalism’s focus on individual survival. It invites us into deep relationship to God, ourselves, our congregation and our neighbors, a relationship based on love and compassion that brings us life abundant.  God, help us to practice deep spirituality with Jesus, our bread of life.  Amen.

Tiny Faith

Who doesn’t want more faith?  Especially in these difficult times?  I’m with the disciples; I want more!  Measure out a cup or two of faith, please, so I can throw around mulberry trees like they were baseballs!  Sounds like the kind of magical powers that we only see in novels and movies.  Who wouldn’t want that?  And many people are looking for the kind of faith that makes magical things happen.

So how is faith different than magical thinking?  Are prayers different than hocus pocus or getting your tea leaves read. Pray that the airplane ride will go smoothly, that your sports team will win, the list is endless.  And while we are to turn every concern over to God, that’s not what Jesus was thinking when he challenged his disciples.

It's not the amount of faith we have.  It’s not the amount of logical, rational thought we bring to our relationship with God.  Even the saints of old had their doubts, their dark nights of the soul.  It’s not the power of our emotions either.  When people measure their faith solely by the strength of their feelings, that can be where faith gets mixed up with certainty.  Think of how some people have gotten emotionally committed to a cause to the point that they believe all kinds of dangerous things.

Jesse Zink wrote in our study book Faithful, Creative, Hopeful that faith is quote: “A kind of groundedness in our tradition. Faithful means that we need to be able to draw from the wealth of resources provided by our Christian Forebears… we need to be grounded in Christian practices of prayer, service, and worship.” (page xv, 2024).  Sounds like Paul’s letter to Timothy, reminding him of his mother’s and grandmother’s faith.

Jesus saw faith as something that helped us to trust God.  And just like his metaphor, that when we have a boss, we don’t expect to order the boss around, we serve the boss by doing the job that’s expected of us, so too, faith gets us doing one of the core components of the Christian life.  Service.  Service to God because we choose to trust God.  Not lip service, not logical brain gymnastics or emotional responses, but a gift that helps us to act in alliance to what God is calling us to.  Faith is one of the gifts of the spirit, like love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, gentleness and self-control.

A story that recently hit the news was the anniversary of a gift of faith that led to action which seemed insignificant at the time.  41 years ago, some young people working in a grocery store in Ireland, making minimum wage, were told by their union to boycott selling products from South Africa.  There were 11 of them, some as young as 17, some were 21.  One girl, Mary, checked the produce aisle and discovered that the store was selling grapefruit from South Africa.  She was at the cash register when a customer tried to buy two grapefruits.  She refused.  The store manager told her to leave.  She and her 10 friends left the store and started a picket line.  The Union paid them £21 a week, and that was not enough to pay the rent.  They didn’t know what apartheid was, they didn’t know anyone of African descent, but they trusted they were being asked to do this for a good reason.  For a year they picketed but it didn’t have any effect.  Then a man came and joined them, the first person of color any of them had ever seen.  His name was Nimrod Sejake and he had been imprisoned in South Africa then went into exile until he ended up in Ireland.  He joined the picket line and helped encourage the young people.  Then Archbishop Desmond Tutu was traveling to receive the Nobel Peace Prize but detoured to meet the young activists.  More and more people stopped buying grapefruits and other products.  They were invited to visit Tutu in South Africa, but the government deported them; that caused a backlash so big that the Irish Government banned all goods from South Africa!  That meant that after three years, the strike was finally over.  Then Nelson Mandala was freed, Apartheid ended and the 11 strikers were invited to meet Mandela.  How did Mandela find out about them?  Turns out Sejake had shared a jail cell with him!  Mandela told the young people that their faithful commitment to show up day after day had encouraged him to have faith while he was in jail.  Their refusal to sell grapefruits because of their faithful commitment made a corrupt and undemocratic government fall.

We are not living in a country where half of the adult population can’t vote because of their skin color.  We’re not needing to boycott our workplaces because of grapefruits.  But we are living in a country that eradicated measles 27 years ago.  And we’re living in a province where a baby died this week because its mom was not vaccinated, and six other babies also in Alberta got measles before they were born.  We’re living in a province where people think that vaccines cause autism.  We are living in the only province to expect people to pay for their covid booster shots, and we are living in and working with people that are putting their faith in conspiracy theories, homophobia and racism.

What does faith the size of a mustard seed look like today?  Or maybe faith the size of a grapefruit?  Maybe it’s as simple as rolling up your sleeve for a vaccination or telling young people your measles story.  Maybe it’s boycotting goods from Israel and calling for a cease fire in Gaza.  Maybe it’s praying for a neighbor struggling with addiction or family violence or bullying.  Wherever God calls us to serve our neighbors, through prayer or action, that’s faith.  And it doesn’t take much for our faith to change the world.  May we work for peace and justice that all may one day know God’s abiding love for each and everyone of us. Amen