Monday, October 18, 2010

Luke 18:1-8

This is a tougher parable than many. We have some, like the parable of the Lost Coin in Luke 15:8-10, that are pretty straight forward. We know the beautiful lesson Jesus is teaching with the words of this parable. “… suppose a woman has ten silver coins and loses one. Does she not light a lamp, sweep the house and search carefully until she finds it? And when she finds it, she calls her friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost coin.’ In the same way, I tell you, there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents.” I hear this parable and get a warm feeling, knowing that God searches for me with the same tenacity that the woman in this parable shows. It is easy, and heartwarming to read this one.

The parable of the Persistent Widow, our text for today, is another story! We have this woman, a widow, who we know from texts all over the Bible is considered as the lowest rung on the social ladder. Widows have little, or no rights, and the fact that so many women married young means there was no shortage of widows in Jesus’ days. Jesus preaches taking care of the widows, largely because there isn’t any one else to, it is a society and law that makes no allowances for a woman who has lost her husband. And the second character in the parable is an unjust judge.

In my mind this judge is sitting on the big porch of his giant house, trying to enjoy the beautiful sunny weather, not concerning himself with anything or anyone, not even God. Maybe he’s got his feet up as he reclines in his deck chair, being fed grapes, enjoying the wealth and power he has acquired. And all of a sudden, he hears this annoying little “clank, clank, clank” on the gates of his estate. It starts so softly the judge barely hears it, he has to sit up and turn his head, and cup around his ears to see if he actually heard something. And it gets a little louder “clank, clank, clank”. It starts to get annoying enough that he sends a servant down to check on it. The servant comes back and reports that it’s a lowly widow, babbling about being wronged, asking for help, and “justice”. The judge perhaps just yawns and lays back down on his deck chair, figuring the woman will disappear soon enough. But after a while the clanking is still there, and this little widow has begun shouting! She’s yelling at the top her lungs, “Hey, Judge, I know you can help me, please grant me justice!”. Not unlike the cries from the back seat of a car “are we there yet? Are we there yet?”, the clanking and yelling are getting old real quick! The judge tries everything, pillows over the ears, humming, surrounding himself with great musicians, but nothing worked! This widow was persistent! Eventually he realized the only way to get rid of her was to grant her the justice she was begging for, and so he did. I kind of imagine the widow shrugging her shoulders, and saying something like, “I thought you might see it that way.” But, he didn’t do it for her at all, but for himself, so he could go on living his life without regard for people or God.

This parable is difficult because it feels a whole lot like Jesus is saying, if you’re persistent enough in prayer, God will give you what you want. There’s a part of me that wishes this were true, the part of me that wants a new car, an iPad, an opportunity to travel all around the world (first class!). There’s a little bit of all of us, I imagine that at times prays to God as though God were our personal genie.

You may have seen commercials for, or even watched the episode of Glee a couple weeks ago that made reference to a “grilled Cheezus”. It was a grilled cheese sandwich that had a burn mark that looked like Jesus. The character that made the sandwich, and discovered this sacred burn mark saved that half of the sandwich and would take it out and pray to it. Now this character prayed for things that were completely selfish, taking over the starting quarterback position and more. When he finally prayed for something that didn’t happen, or that he didn’t get, he gave up, he recognized that this grilled cheezus had no real power, but was just a way to direct his dreams. How often do we pray to our own grilled cheezus? I know I pray, at times, for things that are purely selfish, that may or may not have any real value in advancing the kingdom of God, may not have any value in praising our Lord, may have nothing to do with justice whatsoever. Am I disappointed when I don’t get those things?… sure; but I have found that even when I don’t get what I want, God is still present with me (and ultimately, isn’t that a much more comforting fact than getting something I want?).

Now, I think it might be easy to say, God doesn’t want to hear these prayers, God only deals with BIG things. I know I’ve found myself holding back in prayer when I think something is too small to bring to God. I find myself thanking God for little things sometimes, but not often asking for, or bringing things I deem small to God. I don’t want to waste God’s time! After all, it’s God, doesn’t God have more important things to worry about than that test I have coming up, that car payment that will begin soon, that little pain in my foot that makes it annoying to run? Nope! We are God’s children! Parents, I know its hard when you ask your children how their day was, and all you get in response is “fine”. It isn’t the answer your looking for because you really want to know what happened during the day, what was good, what was difficult, and how you can help. The conversation means you care. And it is that conversation that God wants with His children as well.

This parable is one about persistent prayer. The widow in the parable is praying for justice, but the point is not the justice, the point is the persistence, the acknowledgement of the power of the judge in her case, and the power of God in ours. Jesus tells us that to really worship God, we have to be willing to persistently, almost annoyingly bring things before God. It is in that action of prayer, of conversation with our Lord, our heavenly Father that we enter into a real relationship with Him.

I say this all knowing full well that it isn’t easy. I certainly struggle with bringing everything to God, the good and the bad, the exciting possibilities, and the mundane realities of everyday. At times I even have a hard time praying for myself, I pray for those around me, family, friends, campers, staff, etc. But I have a hard time bringing myself fully before God. I find comfort in the word of Jesus in the second half of verse 8, “However, when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth?” Maybe it seems strange that I find comfort in that sentence, but what I see it as, is Jesus’ acknowledgement that giving everything to God in prayer, being the persistent prayers Jesus asks us to be isn’t easy. I think it means that we certainly aren’t going to get all the answers we want to the prayers we lift up to God. I think it means there will be times that are frustrating, times that we may not feel at all like God is listening. But, in the verses before, Jesus makes it clear that that isn’t the case, that God does hear our prayers, that God does want to hear from us, about everything, all the time. It is a great example of faith, to continue to offer prayers to God in those times when we feel as though we aren’t being heard. Recently I heard faith described as not a belief in God, but the giving up of control to God. That, for me, is what persistent prayer is all about, giving over control to God. We are able to be persistent because we know and interact with God, because we have relationship with God, and because we are able to trust in God because of the sacrifice He has given for us in Jesus Christ.

We must allow ourselves to trust in God because we are God’s children. Just as our parents don’t always give us everything we want but provide us with everything we need: our Heavenly Father does what is good for us. The movie Bruce Almighty touches on this idea well. Jim Carey’s character takes over the “role of God” for a period of time, and is overwhelmed by e-mailed prayer requests. In an effort to sort it all out, and get a bunch of them off his plate, he simply replies “yes” to every request, and chaos ensues. It’s a silly movie with a good illustration that we often don’t know what’s best for us, or at times, even what we need, but we must trust that God does. And it is in that trust that we give ourselves, our everything over to God, bringing our prayers, no matter how large or small, how exciting or mundane, how rough or polished, how deep or shallow.

It reminds me of the Max Lucado story I used yesterday morning as our devotional thought. Four of the children were trying so hard to bring something beautiful, something pleasing, something profound, something thoughtful to the king. There was the one child who thought she had nothing do bring, was trying to tag along with her brothers and sisters. But it turned out that she was the only one who had time for, and welcomed the king, who made a space for a relationship with the king. All the king was looking for was interaction with his people, he just wanted to know what was going on, how people were doing.

God is the same way, God wants us to check in with Him. God wants us to be present with Him. God wants us to share every part of us with Him. Sure God knows us all, to the hairs on our head, but that doesn’t constitute a relationship. We have to be an active part of our relationship with God, and in that relationship we grow with him, we are molded and shaped as only a master potter can. It’s a wonderful thing to know that the God of the heavens wants to have a relationship with you and with me. As we close in prayer together, I’d invite us to reflect on the words of the Lord’s prayer. There are big things and little things in there, huge spiritual concepts, and the reality of a daily meal. Jesus prayed to his Father about everything, and that’s what he invites us to do with these words as well. We are God’s children, and he loves us, and wants to hear from us!

I’d like to invite us to end in prayer together, with the words Jesus taught us…

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be Your name. Your kingdom come, Your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our sins, as we forgive those who sin against us. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For Thine is the Kingdom and the power and the glory forever. Amen

Friday, October 15, 2010

This one is from Memorial Day, Work & Worship 2010...

Paul really lays it out here in this passage in his letter to the Romans. He certainly isn’t frustrated or disappointed in having to share these words. I imagine he may actually be sad to have to offer his brothers and sisters in Christ this message. Now clearly there is a great deal of hope in what he says. In fact, HOPE is the foundation of where he is hoping to take the Romans with these words. I say Paul may be sad in having to deliver these words because it sure seems to be that they are in response to some great suffering that this community has had to endure.

He doesn’t get too specific with the troubles and suffering he addresses that are producing endurance and character and hope, but we know they must be significant. A broken arm or a sprained ankle, a disappointing grade on an exam, or even relative financial woes wouldn’t elicit this kind of response from Paul. No, Paul is addressing some deep seeded sorrow felt by the Roman Christian community. I have no doubt that it saddens Paul to deliver this message because as brothers and sisters in Christ we feel one another’s pain. We suffer with one another, whether we are living next door to one another or live in thousands of miles away. At times we suffer with others even though we know nothing of the troubles, and at times we suffer with each other remembering all too well the exact emotions and pain that accompany the same kind of situation.

I know this is true not only because we read about it in the Word, but because I have lived it, especially these past few months. I imagine many of you know about my younger brother Peder, who passed away March 24th, after almost exactly a year of health issues mostly related to his liver. I know we suffer together because I watched his friends and my parents care for him. I received e-mails from so many people telling me they were praying for Peder, and for me, and for my parents. I know because it hurt to see him in pain.

And after he died, I know we suffer together because those e-mails and phone calls didn’t stop. People called and e-mailed, and wrote letters letting me, and Erikka, and my parents know they were praying for us, and they were hurting with us, and they were experiencing the pain of Peder’s death with us. Because of this support, at a time that could have been so lonely, I continually felt surrounded and uplifted. That doesn’t mean it hurt any less, or that it doesn’t hurt any more. It sure doesn’t take away the suffering, but it helps to push that suffering to a new place, towards where Paul is taking us.

Paul sure doesn’t dwell on the suffering in this passage. And why should he? What hope is there in dwelling in our suffering? But how blessed are we that know that there is hope!? Paul makes it so clear that there is hope, and it is not a hope that comes from his words or his letter, but it comes through the Holy Spirit as we are filled with God’s love. Paul focuses us on the grace we have received, and the hope that comes as a result of that grace. Paul urges us to share in the glory of God, and to acknowledge that because of the grace we are offered we have the opportunity to share it with each other in enduring suffering, in developing one another’s character, and then ultimately in finding hope in Jesus Christ, as the Spirit is poured in to our lives.

I can’t think of a place where the hope that we have is more evident than here at camp. I say that knowing full well the spiritual high so many take home after their days, weeks, or summers here. I say that as someone who has finished the past three summers in my role as Squanto director, and three summers before that on summer staffs, more hopeful about life and my own faith, and about God than most other times of the year. It is hard to leave camp not filled with hope. With a weekend, or week, or summer full of hearing and living out God’s Word, full of worshipping together with friends and family, full of the beauty of creation all around us, I would challenge camp is one of the most hopeful places in many of our lives. But then we go home, or we go back to our everyday lives, and we struggle, every one of us, to maintain that same hope we felt at the campfire, sitting around the dining room playing dominoes, playing on the beach, worshipping in the rec hall (chapel), or simply sitting and taking it in. Most of us don’t have those times as a part of each day at home. But that’s where we have to rely on the

We live lives of ups and downs, of trials and successes. We get to celebrate those successes together and mourn those trials together as believers. And we have a God that desperately desires for us to celebrate and mourn with Him as well. God weeps with us and celebrates with us.

Ours is a God that does not simply want to be acknowledged from afar, but God pours into us through the Holy Spirit. God suffered on the cross for us, so that we may have that close personal relationship with God! So that we may have that hope, the hope of sharing the glory of God. And it is in relationship with God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit that we are able to boast of an amazing peace and amazing grace. It is in this relationship that we cry out to worship our God, as in the words of Psalm 8.

What an amazing place we have here to celebrate and exclaim the mighty power of the Lord.



Sermons

I think I'm going to start posting my sermons up here... and maybe that'll influence me to write like that more often. This first one is from the Pilgrim Pines Harvest Fest back in 2009. It is in kind of an outline format, so that may not be super helpful, but the next two are a little more straightforward.



Monday, July 20, 2009

Why?

I decided to start this blog for a couple of reasons. Sometimes there are things in my head that I wish I had down on "paper" somewhere, and because I really enjoy writing, but my most recent outlet (outside of seminary papers) was discussing D3 basketball. While I loved writing about that, I am not often able to get to D3 basketball games here in Keene, New Hampshire, nor am I any kind of expert on the subject. I certainly know more about camping ministry, theology, and the Bible, so it feels like a waste to not engage in writing about these things, especially in a way that allows me to focus on topics that interest me at any given time, rather than what a professor wants me to be interested in for class.