Inspiring Winds

Pentecost is here again.  It doesn’t seem so long ago that we celebrated it.  Last year I remember that we had so many folks here from Fort MacMurray that we decided to not use flame and fire for our service.  We did some serious rethinking and scrambling to come up with wind images, and the folks who had fled the fire were most appreciative.

But this year, I don’t know what to do.  Wednesday the wind was spectacular and fierce.  On this block, trees were blown over, rain barrels knocked over and the screen door to the church office was pulled right off its hinges.  The only thing that kept it from heading to the river was the chain and metal piston that attached it at the top of the door jam.  I looked outside my window and it was like a grey fog there was so much dust and dirt blowing down the street.  I honestly wondered if it was a tornado, and if I would be heading to Kansas on a rocking chair!

Wind is dangerous, and unpredictable.  It is noisy and flighty.  No wonder the people in Acts came running to see what was happening.  Luke, the writer, combined the two most dangerous and unpredictable forces of nature, fire and wind, to describe the workings of the Spirit amid that confused gathering of disciples.

It was also transformative.  The disciples were meeting yet again behind closed and locked doors, afraid of going outside their safe place.  Going out into the dangerous world of deceitful politicians, violent foreigners, and religious spokesmen who were more interested in power than in justice.  And yet despite all that, they burst out into the open with joy and enthusiasm, full of the Spirit and unwilling, no, unable to keep their story a secret any longer.  That the one they had followed as a friend turned out to be so much more than they had first thought, and his teachings so different than the other rabbis, that they could not explain it in any other way than that he was the true Emperor.

Augustus Christos? No way! From that moment on, Jesus Christos was their ruler, their guide, and the one they pledged allegiance to, making them traitors to the very empire they lived in.  Even torture and death would not, did not stop them.  They forgot that they were ignorant peasants, they forgot that they were poverty-stricken, they forgot that they had no education or fancy clothes or rich bank accounts or clever leadership training in public speaking.

They were inspired to go and make a difference in the world. A world that doesn’t look too much different than today.  Or does it?  We now understand the importance of human rights, something that was unheard of in Roman Society.  We have a dislike of slavery, something seen as commonplace back then.  We have public schooling, we have much better healthcare and a democratic system that the Romans would have envied.

But we too live in unsettling times where we don’t trust politicians, authority figures and those we think we should depend on to guide us through the challenges we face.  With attacks in London, confusing definitions of freedom of speech, elected officials getting into physical altercations with reporters, and the fearmongering that is being spread, when we are hearing about bullying and discrimination in the RCMP and bank tellers being pressured to sell, sell, sell, it’s hard to know who to trust or how to care about what happens to our neighbors.

We need a support person, a cheer leader to get, as my teenagers used to say, ‘our mojo going’.  We do that by remembering that, in the words of 1 Corinthians, we are many parts of the one body, we are all given different gifts through the Spirit.  Our gifts won’t make a difference if we use them as individuals for our own benefit, but as part of a community, watch out world!

We are all part of a community for an important reason.  We share our gifts together and we become more than the sum of our parts.  Peter didn’t start the church by himself. 

Jesus gathered a community and trained them to work together.  Paul, as soon as he came into a new town, made friends of folks before he taught them what he knew.  We gather in community because we are stronger that way.  We get inspiration from one another and from gathering together.

Inspiration.  What is the root of that word?  ‘Spiri’ – the latin root for breath or wind.  In spire means breath in that keeps us going.  Spiri, the root of the word Spirit.  For those of you who speak ancient Greek or Hebrew, the same word for Spirit also meant breath.  Breathe on me breath of God.  But where do we turn for that inspiration?

I met someone very inspiring to me at Olds, a neighbor from Lister hall at University.  I hadn’t seen her in over 35 years, and I was astonished that she was United Church.  I asked her when she became United, and she said she grew up in the church.  How come I didn’t know that, I asked her.  Because you were a very cynical, angry atheist!  She was more surprised than I was to see me there.  And her example of courage and kindness that inspired me when I was young was the Spirit blowing me back into church community. 

The Spirit moves to inspire us in unexpected ways.  All that wind on Wednesday didn’t touch my empty plastic flowerpots sitting in the front yard.  It is a mystery I can’t comprehend.  The Spirit blows fiercely and with fire and energy when we least expect it, but also gently and lovingly at other times.  The Spirit is not a tame lion, and will inspire us not to play it safe but to convert and support wild-eyed bitter atheists like myself in ways we can’t imagine.  The Spirit is not done with you yet, or us yet, or even the world yet.  God so loved the world, and God is not stopping.  Thanks be to God!

Eager to do Good?

Are we eager to do good?  What a question! And even though it is a short question, it is complicated.  How do we know what good even is?  As history shows, there are lots of times when decent Christian folks thought that they were doing good, but in the end, it was not the case.  The residential school system comes immediately to mind.

The simple answer to that is what we do should follow Jesus’ commandments to love God and love Neighbor and love self.  Loving our neighbors without judging them could have reduced and prevented some of Christianity’s greatest sources of embarrassment and shame, like the crusades or witch hunts.

I wonder, though, if we have let those historic failures become a reason to avoid doing good.  We don’t want to make such a colossal blunder again, so we don’t do anything.  We become suspicious of eagerness, and we worry about what the neighbors think.  We fear slander, lies, gossip, maligning our characters, being labeled a religious fanatic by family and friends if we do.  Yet we are not to fear that.  “Do not fear what the world fears, and do not be intimidated.”

We are called to be Easter people, people who have heard the good news that there is nothing the world can throw at us that will stop the message of God’s love.  We are called to be eager, to share our hope when we are asked, with gentleness and respect.  We are called to be lights of the world, to speak out against the evils that we see, and be eager to do something about it.

I remember being on a Habitat for Humanity build one year with my church.  It wasn’t a fund raiser, it was a team project to help out families who struggled to find affordable homes.  We had one fellow who also was on the build because he was court ordered to do community service.  As we cheerfully worked away with hammers and saws and many jokes and laughs, he grumbled and swore. 

When he grumpily asked how much time we had to serve, we told him we were volunteers.  Why the * would we do that, he asked.  Because that’s what Christians do.  He thought we were crazy, but that was his problem not ours.

Generosity, love, kindness, gentleness, these are what we are called to be as Easter people.  But we’re not called to be nice.  We are called to make bold statements, to be a shining light in this troubled world.  If we are just nice, then we aren’t really Christians.  No, because we are to be prepared to suffer for doing good.  We are to be brave and strong for what is right.

But that brings us back to what is good?  It needs, first of all, a lot of prayer to make sure that what we think is good is indeed a loving thing and not just an ego trip.  And second, it needs to ask the question, ‘will people be angry if we do this?’

When the United Church protested Japanese Internment camps, people got angry at them.  When the United Church decided to ordain women, people left the church.  When the United Church married divorced people, they were scorned as not Christian enough.  When the United Church said it was okay to ordain the GLTBQ community as long as they had gone through the same process as everyone else, they were heaped with ridicule, hate and anger.  When they apologized for their involvement in residential schools and for the Port Alberni abuses, there was scorn from Canadians about that too. What will cause scorn and anger today?

One way is by lighting a candle.  We light our Christ Candle this Easter season not because it’s a nice thing to do, like putting birthday candles on a cake, but because it is to remind us of who we are and whose we are.  It is a powerful act of protest against the anger and hatred and greed in the world.

There is a Methodist church in South Africa who started buying candles made in a poor neighborhood during Apartheid. Each Sunday they would light their candle and name the folks who had gone missing, who had been beaten up, or who had been arrested.  Even teenagers were being scooped up and locked up.  The church sold the candles to other congregations to help this little neighborhood, and it spread like wildfire.  We heard about it even in Canada, as we also have Methodist roots.  The candles were being sold around the world. 

The South African government did not like this.  They did not like the prayer, and they passed a law making it illegal to light these candles in church.  Can you imagine, police would charge into Sunday Worship to stop it?  They smashed doors and broke windows.  The congregations suffered.  They suffered, people, but their eagerness to do good did not stop them!  It still does not stop them.  Even today they gather to pray and to testify that government corruption is not what God intends for this world.

What would we be eager to do good for?  Who is it that needs our gentle loving support?  Who would we light this candle for even though it might mean scorn and scandal?  Homeless people in Athabasca who sleep in the Gazebo or in the pottery studio across the street?  Families torn apart by the Fentanyl crisis?  People who have lost family members to random acts of destruction by disturbed people using cars or guns in public spaces?  People who struggle with mental illness and are afraid to admit that they need help?

Are we brave enough to light this candle? 

Let us pray:  Oh God, you sent your son Jesus to be the light of the world.  The world was afraid and reacted with violence and scorn to silence his light.  But You would not let that be the end of his story.  The world did not understand your light-bringer, but they also did not destroy him.  Help us to have the courage to be eager to do good in wise and loving ways. Amen.

Easter Earthquakes anyone?

How many of you have experienced an earthquake?  I was surprised to learn that in some places where earthquakes happen frequently, people put rubber bands on their cupboard doors to keep the dishes from falling out and smashing.  I am very grateful to live in Alberta which rarely experiences an earthquake.

I’ll never forget one earthquake, the main earthquake that shook up my life.  One night when I was ten, a few weeks before Christmas, my parents woke me and my brother and told us that my baby sister had died in their arms.  My strong, wise, invincible parents couldn’t stop crying and the world was suddenly filled with danger, injustice and cruelty.

Earthquakes are like that.  They turn our worlds upside down.  A doctor sends you for more tests, a police officer knocks on the door, the phone rings in the middle of the night.

Earthquakes leave us paralyzed with fear, unable to move.  They destroy our innocence, our assumptions and beliefs about the world we live in.

The cross is an earthquake, an ugly tool of shame and cruelty.  In the Roman Empire, it was used never used on citizens and the wealthy, only on slaves and traitors.  It could take days to die.  In some cultures, if you could survive for three days, you would be granted your freedom.  When the Roman army destroyed Jerusalem some forty years after Jesus’ death, they recorded crucifying hundreds of Jewish rebels as a warning to others – conform, obey or else!  this practise continues today – it’s cheap, easy and a public way to send a message of fear to the people that are targeted for intimidation.

We turn the cross into a piece of pretty jewelry, trying to sentimentalize it.  We pretty it up, cover it up, tattoo it, ignore it, and even say that it does not deserve a place in our churches. It’s old-fashioned and barbaric.  We know at some level, it is a symbol that we should be squeamish about.  It is an earthquake that changes the way we look at life.  It is stark and bare and rough.

It sits on the earth and reaches for the sky, a reminder of our human yearning for better things.  It is a symbol of justice run amok and state control that needs to be constantly checked.  It inspires the social justice movement to speak truth to power.  So, for some, the cross is a visual reminder to keep political. 

For others, the cross has wide arms that reach out to embrace the world.  Jesus died for me, a sinner, and I am unworthy.  Jesus suffered so that I will not, Jesus was punished so I will be pardoned.  And so, the arms of the cross embrace me.

For others, the cross is two pieces of wood with nails in it.  It is something they can see and touch, but that is all it is.  There is no magic to it.  It is a symbol of religion gone mad – what kind of loving father God would torture his son to death? God is an abusive, insensitive parent not worth believing in.

For some it is the ultimate exploitation of an innocent victim, the innocent lamb.  I have difficulty with that one.  Jesus deliberately went out of his way to insult and challenge the religious leaders of the day.  He knocked over the tables in the temple, he took a bullwhip to temple workers, he ridiculed the Pharisees and scribes for their beliefs, he showed them up in public, and he rode a donkey into town as a piece of political satire that would be worthy of Rick Mercer or Stephen Colbert.  Hardly lamblike behavior.  He provoked the authorities and they responded.  His own disciples, according to all the gospels, were worried and asked him to either tone it down, not talk about dying in Jerusalem, or even avoid the town altogether.  Jesus saw the cross as a challenge that he would not avoid.

Paul said it best, the cross is foolish to the logical philosophers and a stumbling block to religious hierarchies.

Unless it is intended to be an earthquake that turns everything upside down, that says, ‘stop looking for easy answers.’  not either or, but both and.  That says, look at the intersections, not the extremes.

Is it about the individual? Yes. Is it about the political? Yes.  Is it about personal salvation? Yes. Is it about challenging societal norms? You betcha.  Does it encourage us to think? Definitely. Is it wanting us to empathize? Of course! Is it wanting to give us easy answers? No, because there is no end in our understanding of this day.

The empty cross points to a new way of looking at ourselves and our neighbors.  It is a new way of looking at Jesus and even at God.  It invites us to look both outward at our world and inward at our souls.  It transforms the way we look at Jesus. 

If this big old, ugly, bloodthirsty, cruel, embarrassing cross couldn’t stop Jesus, if it couldn’t shut up the Marys, if it renergized Peter the liar, the disciples who abandoned Jesus, the Pharisees like Nicodemus who loved him, the persecutors like Paul, the countless martyrs and saints who took the cross and Jesus seriously, and encouraged modern saints like Martin Luther King and Canadians like Douglas John Hall or Paul Walfell or Stan McKay or Lois Wilson to act boldly, why should it stop us? 

Why should it not inspire us to remember the earthquake message, ‘Don’t be afraid’.  Let this cross be an earthquake moment that transforms us into bold witnesses like Peter and Paul.  Let us proclaim Jesus risen, triumphant and glorified beyond fear and oppression.  Let us be filled with courage and hope, for this is what the Cross stands for, the mystery at the heart of our gospels and our traditions.  Halleluiah!

Dissecting cats

(John 9:1-41)

What do we do with the Gospel of John? It’s a challenging book with many bold stories that sound more like fairy tales than history.  There are times when Jesus seems completely unbelievable to modern minds.

Some preacher remarked recently that scripture is supposed to be uncomfortable, complicated and even frustrating.  We’re supposed to wrestle with it and ponder it in our hearts.  Each time we read or hear scriptures, we are bringing our new experiences and understanding to it.  Yes it’s confusing but when we wrestle with its message, we hear what God is saying to us today.

One of my profs had a favorite analogy that is very helpful.  He said that we can learn about the bible like we learn about cats.

How do you learn what a cat is? You dissect it of course.  You find out what muscles are attached to which bones, where the internal organs are and make sure to measure everything.  Once you have described and drawn everything down, you will know what a cat is.  And that’s exactly how bible study was taught for many years. 

My prof continued to say that while dissecting a cat is one way to get to know what it is, we really don’t know it.  We have only gotten to know a dead cat.  If we really want to know what a cat is, we should take a few kittens home, play with them, feed them and find out where they like to be scratched.  Discover what its like to have a purring cat on our laps.  Discover that no two cats look or act the same.  That’s how we’ll learn what a cat is.

Having said that, when our cats are sick, we want to find someone who has dissected a cat to help us figure out what is wrong.  Preferably one who knows what it’s like to have a purring cat on their lap so they have an understanding that our cat is not to be dissected but to be healed.

The bible has some similarities to a cat.  I have studied how to dissect it.  There was a lot going on in John’s world when he wrote his gospel.  He recorded Jesus not as a new Moses for Jews or an amazing Greek Hero for the Gentiles.  He saw Jesus as an intrinsic part of God, the great “I am”.  “I am” first came from Moses talking to a burning bush about the Hebrew people living like slaves in Egypt.  “Who shall I say sent me, oh fiery bush?” he asks and the voice replies, “Say ‘I AM’ has sent you.”  I am is often translated as Yahweh or Jehovah. 

So John is full of Jesus saying 'I am'.  I am the vine, I am living waters, I am the bread of life.  John loved his metaphors and examples.  Jesus is the light of the world, he wrote, and here’s an example.  Once he healed a blind man this way...

So we have dissected the cat a little but we want to make sure it stays alive.  We want it to sit on our lap and purr.  So we ask ourselves what part is annoying?  Who do we relate to the most?  Are we like the blind man, minding our own business, complacent and accepting of our life limitations?

Are we like the Pharisees, wanting to dissect and dismiss the evidence of their own eyes?  Do we want to dismiss Jesus as he disrupts assumptions, disregards rules and runs roughshod over our understanding of who God is?  Do we forcibly reject anyone or anything we don’t understand?

Are we the townsfolk and parents, confused and bewildered at the dramatic changes they’ve seen in this man they know so well?  Wanting a simple explanation that will take away their fear that the world might be more complicated that they thought?  That they were wrong in thinking that the blind man and his parents were sinners who were being punished for doing something God didn’t like?

And what does this story tell us about God?  God brings healing not to someone who deserved it or even asked for it.  The blind man did not repent or even accept Jesus as his personal lord and savior into his heart!  He didn’t ask to see!  He got healed not because he was holy or prayed hard, but to show the world how much God loves the world.

God loves the whole world, even you and me when we’re the blindest, most knit-picky, most rule-bound folks.  God loves us even when we are so blinded by our lives, our childhood, our anger, our fears, our pain our culture that we cannot see past the end of our noses.  God loves us so much that God brought us all together this morning.  God reminds us that we are already healed.  We are not alone, we live in God’s World!

Gotta Get them All

Christmas eve 2016 sermon

Interesting how stories and rumors evolve.  Our scripture today is a familiar one, but did you notice, there are no tales of how the sheep and the cows were there.  We assume they were, but that part of the story has been added on over the years.  No talking either, sorry Kermit, but it’s a lovely idea and it points to God’s Dream.

I had a dream this summer.  I wanted to lure in teenagers and young adults to church so that they would find it meaningful to be here on Christmas eve.  I asked one young adult how to make this happen and he said, “make the church a Pokestop!”

For those of you who know what a pokestop is, you know that’s easier said than done. For those of you who don’t know, it’s a place where you can find a wild pokemon and catch it.  What’s a pokemon? It’s a little creature that has been around for 20 years now, a pocket monster, and very cute but fierce when in a fight.

Well, it’s not as old as Star Wars, and certainly not as old as Kermit, but it has a universal appeal.  Who wouldn’t want a cute little creature that is small enough to fit in the palm of your hand, smart enough to not need paper training, and loyal to a fault.  Whether it is the famous Pikachu, Far-Fetched or Mr. Mime, they attracted 231 million people in the month of June alone.  What church wouldn’t like that popularity?

Now I could have spent money and bought a lure for Christmas eve, but that seems rather manipulative and sneaky.  And while all of creation is welcome in God’s dream and so that means all creatures are welcome in God’s church, I wouldn’t want Team Rocket to come blasting in here to battle us all.  Fights are the opposite of God’s dream for the world.

But surprisingly enough, when I thought about it, we already are like the game.  The church is what would be a Pokémon centre, a healing place to recharge.  We are also a Pokémon gym, where people can come to train and strengthen their Pokémon and help them level up. 

But wait a minute, we have no pocket monsters here, right? Are you sure?  Remember that they can be found anywhere, they are loyal protectors, and that they need to be trained and given experience in order to grow and mature.  They are quite small, and are always with you wherever you go.  The more you use them, the better they become at strengthening you and protecting you from the trials and worries of life.

Right now, they are desperately needed.  Our year of 2016 has been a rollercoaster for many of our families and friends.  We could use a little more protection, a little more connection, a team to help us work through the challenges we face.  It seems like that peace on earth, that big dream of God’s, is even rarer than ever.  What could help us get through our days?

They are something rather old-fashioned, that’s been around for a long time, that has been a part of many legends and stories, and has been the inspiration of quests and adventures.  One CBC guest said this week that they are desperately needed to help our world survive.  And they’ve been on the endangered species list for a long time.  Disregarded, disrespected, laughed at, sneered at and generally ignored.  But our best stories have been inspired by them. 

Whether it’s Star Wars or the Star of Bethlehem, they have been at the core of the best of humanity and when people are at their worst, they are conspicuously absent.

They are simply put, values.  Good old fashioned values.  There’s lots of them, you probably know some already.  We light candles in advent to four of them: Hope,  Peace, Joy, and Love.  What about Respect? Kindness? Honesty? Compassion?  Some of them have old-fashioned names like Temperance which could help prevent fentanyl deaths, or charity which would help the food banks.  Some of them were used by the ancient knights, like courage or respect for people who are weak or poor or vulnerable.  Our bible is like a pokedex with many examples, and they are all gifts: wisdom, knowledge, faith, leadership and more.

Values are tiny, and hard to see.  They need to be nurtured and trained to get stronger.  They need to be tested with others.   They need encouragement and support.  And they can grow mightily. 

We need them more than ever.  What would the American Election have been like if everyone had used truth?  Look at the difference compassion and hospitality made to the folks fleeing the forest fires last summer?  If God’s dream is to be realised, where greed and anger and resentment and pride will be defeated, it will be because we remembered to reclaim the gifts we have been given, our own collection of loyal defenders and protectors and guides who help us do right.  It will be because we have respected those guides, trained them, healed them, nurtured them and found places to help them get stronger.  It will be because we have learned how to use them to make this world closer to God’s dream of peace on earth, good will to all.  And that is something all of us can rejoice in!

Lock her up!

Scripture: Luke 1:46-55

I can just imagine that being the reaction by certain individuals if they had a modern Mary, mother of Jesus, speaking this outrageous song, known as the Magnificate, in public.  They would want to shut her down and tell her to be quiet.  They would tell her to stop being political, or stop being a man-hating feminist.  They would buy the cutesy Christmas cards of Mary looking at an adoring baby and bypass Mary the soap-box preacher dressed in rags.

Mary is a powerful dynamic speaker in a time when women didn’t count much.  The fact that someone took the time to record her name and her words is amazing! Even today when girls aren’t seen as worth educating in some cultures, often one girl will make her voice heard despite those handicaps.  It’s something teen age girls often do.

I first learned about teen age girls as prophets when I read of Hermione Granger and her passion for house elves.  Elves, in the Harry Potter world, are treated like possessions and slaves, and are disrespected by the wizarding world.  They are invisible, and not worthy of fair treatment by their masters.  Hermione is outraged by this and tries to empower them, not understanding their culture or their point of view.  But she has a passion to see justice done, and will do whatever she can.

J. K. Rowling, the author of the Harry Potter books, once said that teen-age girls are full of passion and want to make a difference in their worlds.  They become crusaders for justice and equality.  Some of the first Methodist women preachers in Canada go back to the 1800’s, and in 1819, their average age was 19!  So we have young ladies like Malala Yousafse, who was only 17 when she won the Nobel peace Prize.  She was inspired by Emma Watson, who struggled with being treated with disrespect because she was female, and who decided she would be a feminist when she was 14. 

Emma Watson cared about world issues because of the character she was playing in movies, the character of Hermione Granger, again, beautifully written by J. K. Rowling.  Rowling’s writing is full of deep conversations of what makes life worth while, and there are many times when she does not shy away from gritty descriptions of life.  Rowling lived in poverty, and was a single mom.  There were some days where she struggled with depression and suicide, but all this became part of what makes her stories resonate with youth and young adults.  They inspire joy that even young people can make a difference in addressing big issues.

We so often mix up joy with happiness, and I think that we need to rethink what we are looking for this Advent.  Are we looking for joy, which is lasting, or happiness, which can be fleeting?  Mary’s song is full of joy, but her life, if the Gospels can be trusted, was not a happy thing.  Fleeing violence on one hand (Matthew’s story of the trip to Egypt), and social judgement on the other (Luke’s tale of visiting her aunt in another region of the country, away from gossiping eyes), she lived a hard life as a young poverty stricken mother.  With prophesies from temple officials that her baby would die in a way that would pierce her heart, she did not expect happiness in life.  She did experience joy.  Joy rooted in Justice.

Our society is becoming increasingly a place where justice and equality is publicly supported but privately trashed.  We fail to think about the difference between a lasting joy rooted in values and principles compared to happiness which is often rooted in things or places or people.  The great wine, the excellent tv, the newest kitchen counters and cupboards, and so on.  That kind of happiness doesn’t stand up to the grittiness of life.

It’s called sentimentality.  The idea that we can get our ‘fix’ from short-term easy solutions for happiness.  We want cheap and easy answers that we don’t want to have to think through.  It’s much easier to yell, “Lock her Up” and go along with the crowd than think about the intention behind such a statement.  Should women be locked up just because they want to have a political career?  Should feminists like Emma Watson have to listen to threats, insults and disgusting comments?  Should men feel the pressure to keep being tough at all costs for fear that someone would take away their “man card” whatever that is?  The truth is that we live in gritty times and there are no easy answers to what we face.  If we want an easy life, we won’t have a joyful life.  If we want a just life, lived to high values, it won’t be easy. 

Life is not easy.  We are wounded, blind, foolish, ill, weak in the knees, unsure of our way, and wondering if we will ever reach the end of our journey.  We long thirstily for good news, for hope to sustain us on our long trek to a place where we will feel at peace.  Isaiah and Mary have joy because they said yes to the invitation to participate in God’s vision of justice. Both call us again and again to reject the simple solutions for a grittier just relationship with the world.  It begins with you and me remembering to be open to God’s action.  We wait for Justice and equality, for fairness, for healing, and for hope, we wait for God to prepare a highway through the desert of our lives.  Waiting is not simple, it isn’t happy, and it is not what we want to do.  But in this season of Advent, we are called to wait and be open to God’s transforming actions in this hurting world.  May it bring joy us all.

Snakes Alive!

We long for heroes, don’t we? A just king, a root from Jesse’s family tree (Jesse, by the way, was the father of King David and King Solomon), a prophet, a messiah.  And when I think of heroes and the other thing we heard several times in our scriptures, snakes, I think of Raiders of the Lost Ark.  Indiana Jones, the rough and ready explorer, archaeologist and mild-mannered professor could figure his way out of many dilemmas with an improvisational flair that could only work in a comic book or a cliff hanger movie.  As intrepid or resourceful as he was, he still had a weak spot and that was snakes. “Why does it have to be snakes” he moaned as he looked into the Well of Souls and saw 7000 snakes waiting at the bottom for him.

Of course, snakes are not something that people all feel the same way about.  Some people don’t like mice, or bats, and I try very hard not to over-react when I see a spider, but snakes are a common creature that many fear.  Up north here, garter snakes are not a big worry, but in the Middle East, they are often poisonous.

Isaiah’s picture of God’s recreated Eden has children playing with snakes, even babies, is completely unrealistic.  I can’t help but remember the two young boys in New Brunswick three years ago that were killed by a python.  Snakes are not like kittens, and this image of nature so at peace is an incredible picture.  It’s such a peaceful world that our most basic instincts are changed from competitive and survival to co-existance.

Then there’s the snakes of John the Baptist, the Pharisees and Sadducees.   They were coming to see what all the fuss was about, and why he was baptising out in the wilderness, a ritual that belonged in the Temple not out in the bush. 

Why was this John, who frankly needed a better wardrobe and a good nutritional plan if he was going to make it as a preacher, becoming so popular, and was he a threat to their society?

The Sadducees were the Temple leaders, descendants of Zadoc the priest around at the time of King Solomon, and they oversaw all the worship that happened in the Temple.  They were the elites of the day, they had job security and a good pension plan.  The Pharisees were also religious leaders with more ‘middle class’ roots.  They had differing ideas from the Sadducees and both parties probably acted rather like the Conservatives and Liberals, each group having their devoted followers and debating in the temple.  Neither would have appreciated being called a snake.

What an insult that was.  Right up there with calling someone a pig.  Maybe worse.  Snakes were unclean animals, and seen in scripture as the cause of humanity losing our place in the Garden of Eden. But despite that verbal attack, John didn’t bar them completely from being baptised if they wanted, but he did let them know there would be an accounting.  That is something I struggle with.  I want that new garden of Eden.  I don’t want to change my ways though.  I want it to be given to me  at no cost to myself, and certainly no judgement. 

I don’t want to have to face my deepest fears and let go of my need for revenge.  We often think that Peace is built when that other person says they are sorry, or when they agree with us.  But peace is built when justice, impartial justice says that we all have something we need to let go of, we all need God’s help to turn us from snakes and lions and wolves and hypocrites into people who can live with peace with our neighbors, family and friends.

Indie can’t reach his goal, the Ark of the Covenant, unless he goes through his snake pit to find it.  We can’t reach our goals unless we are prepared to face our own demons either.

Indie did it by remembering his true mission, his passion for sharing the past with people.  “It belongs in a museum”, he angrily retorts to the thieves, and so down he goes into the pit of snakes.

John the Baptist knows his goal is to prepare his people for justice, and so he calls out the big shots of his day to repent, to let go of what keeps them from the true goals of the Kingdom of Heaven, to make sure their faith is more than the fancy clothes they wear or the complicated rituals they enact or even the political debates they have.  So John has the courage to dress them down in public despite the fact that they can pass judgement on him and have him executed.

What is our goal?  Our congregation says that we are an inclusive Christian community enabling spiritual growth through meaningful outreach and dynamic worship.

An inclusive faith community, we continue to discover and learn how to walk in the footsteps of the living Christ, to love and serve others.  We try to do this by accepting and celebrating God's unconditional love, welcoming the stranger, recognizing Christ in all life and seeking spiritual wholeness.

So this advent time, let us all continue to walk in the footsteps of John and Isaiah, learning to face our snakes and open ourselves up to God’s transformative, redeeming power.  May it be so for us all.