Wanna save your life? Lose it! A sermon for Proper 19, Year B

September 16, 2012

  Last week I mentioned the importance of geography in Mark’s gospel. We saw Jesus travel to Tyre, west of his customary stomping grounds in the Galilee. After his visit to Tyre, he traveled in a roundabout fashion, via Sidon, to the Decapolis (the ten cities) which lay east of the sea of Galilee. Again, it was Gentile territory. In today’s gospel, he is on the road again. Now he has moved north of Galilee to the region of Caesarea Philippi. It too was gentile territory, but more importantly perhaps, its name proclaims its significance. Continue reading

Table Crumbs: A Sermon for Proper 18, Year B

September 9, 2012

I’m going to read part of today’s Gospel again. I want you to listen carefully and reflect on the following two questions:

  1. What does this story tell us about Jesus?
  2. How is the woman a model of discipleship?

Then, I want you to turn to your neighbor and talk for a few minutes about what you’ve heard and how you might respond to these questions.

Jesus set out and went away to the region of Tyre. He entered a house and did not want anyone to know he was there. Yet he could not escape notice, but a woman whose little daughter had an unclean spirit immediately heard about him, and she came and bowed down at his feet. Now the woman was a Gentile, of Syrophoenician origin. She begged him to cast the demon out of her daughter. He said to her, “Let the children be fed first, for it is not fair to take the children’s food and throw it to the dogs.” But she answered him, “Sir, even the dogs under the table eat the children’s crumbs.” Then he said to her, “For saying that, you may go– the demon has left your daughter.” So she went home, found the child lying on the bed, and the demon gone.

Jesus has travelled way outside his comfort zone. He’s in Tyre, on the Mediterranean coast, for some reason. Mark doesn’t exactly tell us what he’s doing there, but the first verse of our reading suggests that he might have come here to get a break, to take a little vacation. It’s clear from what follows that he is not on a mission trip. He has no plans to minister in the place he now finds himself. We’ve seen already in Mark times when Jesus has sought to escape the crowds, when he wanted to go away by himself and pray or simply rest.

It never works. It never lasts. And even here, when he has traveled a long distance to escape the pressures of the world, entered a house to be alone and rest, the world breaks in the door, the world of pain and hurt. Jesus can’t escape or avoid it. But he tries.

A woman, a Syro-Phoenician woman, breaks in on his solitude and rest. She needs help. Her little daughter has been possessed by a demon. She’s tried everything, and now she’s learned about this miracle worker who has come from a distance, and desperate, she pushes in the house and asks his help. Again, this isn’t so different from earlier occasions in Mark—the woman with the hemorrhage of blood who grasped at Jesus’ garment; the synagogue leader who pleaded with Jesus on behalf of his dying daughter. What’s different this time is Jesus’ response.

insider/outsider: Jesus is the outsider here, the woman may be the insider—she’s at home in this town, as a “Syro-Phoenician” she belongs ethnically while Jesus doesn’t. So, to understand the depth of the offensive statement Jesus makes, imagine making an ethnic slur while visiting Mexico, or China, or Italy.

And put yourself in the place of the woman. She’s desperate, has come to Jesus for help, and is called a dog. What would you do if that happened to you? Would you back away, try to escape without further notice, give up? Would you get into a shouting match, return a slur with a slur of your own? Or would you, like this woman, keep pushing Jesus to help?

She does the latter, and in the end, she gets what she came for.

For those of us who are long time members of Grace, we need to think about what this episode tells us about ourselves. How do we perceive and understand our mission and ministry? How do we go about welcoming the stranger and newcomer. Oh, I know, we all say we are friendly and eager to embrace visitors. But are we really? To welcome the stranger, to practice hospitality, does not mean simply inviting people to come in, to encourage them to join. We need to welcome them completely, to embrace their experiences and perspectives. We need to welcome the change they bring. We need to hear from them where our blind spots are, where we fall short of proclaiming the gospel faithfully and where we fall short of embracing and living God’s reign as Jesus’ disciples.

If you’re a visitor or newcomer, ask yourself how your presence here will change us. We often assume that churches, really, any organization that we join requires us to adapt and change to fit the norms of that group. And so it does. But it works the other way as well. Just as the Syro-Phoenician woman demanded that Jesus rethink his assumptions, rethink the very nature of his mission and ministry, so too does your coming among us challenge us to change and adapt. Whether you are here for one Sunday or thirty years, how can you open us to new horizons and new possibilities?

There’s something else of considerable importance in this text. The exchange between Jesus and the woman is a form of word play. He calls her a dog. She accepts his term but points out that even dogs eat table scraps; they share in the banquet, if only the leftovers. Her words convert Jesus. He changes his mind and tells her, “For saying that you may go, the demon has left your daughter.” In fact, the Greek word used is logos. Jesus is praising her logic, her reasoning.

And that too should surprise us, because elsewhere in Mark Jesus responds to the pleas of those who would be healed, “Go, your faith has made you well.” Now I don’t want to overstate what’s happening here but I do think it’s important that the woman’s daughter is healed because of her persistence and tenacity. Her desperation has brought her to this point. Faith is not always, and certainly not in Mark, faith is not a confession or proposition. Faith is not assent to a doctrine. Faith is following Jesus in the midst of a difficult path, in the face of persecution and trouble. Faith is persistence and tenacity, clinging to Jesus, coming to him for healing, when there seems to be no other possible solution. Faith is demanding that Jesus do what he promises us to do, to bring about God’s reign in the midst of a world that doesn’t know him.

To care for orphans and widows in their distress: A sermon for Proper 17, Year B

September 1, 2012

When Episcopalians gather to worship on Sundays, we expect the familiar. We repeat our liturgy week after week, with relatively little variation. We sing from the same hymnal, and usually hymns that we have sung often before. We sit in the same pews, we greet the same people. Continue reading

You have the words of eternal life: A Sermon for Proper 16, Year B

August 26, 2012

It’s August, the general election is still more than two months away. Of course, in Wisconsin, it seems like we’ve been in election mode for the last two years. We’ve been inundated by ads. Those of you with landlines have had to deal with pollsters. The news is full of partisan rancor. Most of us long ago made up our minds and most of us can’t quite understand how anyone could disagree with the perfectly rational choices we’ve made, politically or otherwise. Continue reading

Eating Flesh and Drinking Blood–the Mission of the Church: A Sermon for Proper 15, Year B

August 19, 2012

As most of you know, Grace Church has embarked on a master planning process. I hope you will stay after services today to learn more about that process and begin imagining what our congregation might look like in five years. As I have said before in several contexts, this process encourages us to ask the questions: Who is God calling us to be as a congregation in the coming years? What is our mission in our particular context of Madison’s Capitol Square? Continue reading

Abundant Bread–A Sermon for Proper 12, Year B

July 29, 2012

The feeding of the five thousand. It is one of the very few miracle stories that appears in all four gospels. As is almost always the case with John, the way the story is told here helps us understand better and more deeply that gospel writer’s unique perspective on Jesus and what he wants us, his readers to understand and experience. Continue reading

A Homily for the Feast of St. James the Apostle

Something I wrote six years ago, while serving at St. James, Greenville:

For us, celebrating the feast day of St. James is an occasion for a party, a festive celebration, a good time. But the fact that we are named St. James Episcopal Church, that St. James the Apostle is our patron saint, probably doesn’t mean a great deal to us. I doubt many of us pray to James for guidance or help in times of trouble; so far as I know, no one has named their son James, or daughter Jamie, because of the connection with St. James—although I will tell you, the name Jacob is the Greek name for James. In fact, our only connection with St. James may be that it provided a group from St. James with an excuse to take a trip to Spain a year ago June.

That’s not the way it worked with saints in the past. Christians perceived a direct relationship between themselves and their patron saint. Their patron saint was their go-to guy, the person in heaven who would listen more attentively to their prayers, and intervene more readily on their behalf with the almighty. In order to make sure that would happen, people cultivated the relationship with the saint on earth, offering special devotions, painting images or designing chapels in churches, perhaps keeping a logo, like a scallop shell, near by to remind oneself constantly of the saint’s presence and concern.

Because the saints were often regarded as benefactors, as patrons, even as friends or family members, pious Christians tended to develop elaborate legends about the saints’ lives. These were collected, told, and handed down over the years. In the case of biblical saints, like figures from the New Testament, the apostles or other people mentioned, often the barest mention of a name was enough material from which to weave a rich tapestry of story.

In the case of James, we have more biblical evidence than for many of the other apostles or early followers of Jesus. He was the brother of John; sons of Zebedee. They were fishermen, but perhaps a little wealthier than the norm, for there is mention that their father had servants. James and John were brash, impetuous, among the inner circle of Jesus’ disciples. After the crucifixion and resurrection, they became leaders of the early Christian community. James was the second martyr mentioned in the book of Acts. His death took place fairly early, perhaps around 42 ad.

That outline provided the basis for other legends. One of the most prominent was that James traveled to Spain and preached the gospel there before returning to Jerusalem and facing martyrdom. Later, the legend arose that his body was miraculously transported by angels to Campostela, where it became the focus of the most important pilgrimage in the Middle Ages. There is a dark side to St. James. When the Christian kingdoms of northern Spain began their reconquest of the peninsula, St. James was their battle cry. There were media reports that when Spanish troops were sent to Iraq, they sewed St. James’ crosses on their uniforms.

Pious legend aside, in today’s gospel we are reminded of both sides of James, his brashness which led Jesus to call him and his brother John “sons of thunder.” But here Jesus turns aside the very human, and very political request of the two brothers, and predicts their martyrdom. Today’s gospel already reveals Matthew putting spin on the story of James. Matthew says it was his mother, Salome, who asked Jesus to put them at his left and right hand, when he came into his glory. In Mark, the earliest gospel, James and John make the request themselves.

Either way, it provides an occasion for Jesus to teach them, and us about discipleship, about what it means to follow Jesus: “Whoever wishes to become great among you must be your servant, and whoever wishes to be first among you must be slave of all.” It is a lesson Jesus taught his disciples dramatically at the last supper, when he washed the feet of his disciples. It is a lesson James no doubt learned in the years leading up to his martyrdom. It is also a lesson we need to learn.

Heroism in our society is a much overblown idea. We live surrounded by superheros; now Hollywood is even giving us movies about superhero girlfriends. They can leap tall buildings at a single bounce, and you don’t want to get in a lover’s quarrel with them. In a way, the saints are Christian superheros, certainly that’s often been the way they’ve been understood and relied on in the Christian tradition—got a problem? Call on a saint!

But today’s gospel tells us that the saints are not superheros; what sets them apart is not their miraculous power. Rather, what makes them saints is their faith, and their discipleship, their service to others. To see the saints, to see St. James, as a model of how we might live in the world, serving and loving Christ, and our neighbors, is what devotion to the saints is all about.

Exciting Times: A sermon for Proper 10, Year B

July 15, 2012

We are at an exciting time in the life of our church. It’s not just that today we are again celebrating a baptism—which we are doing. Baptisms are always wonderful joy-filled occasions when we share in the happiness of the one being baptized and her family. They are also a time when we remember other baptisms, those of our children or loved ones, for some of us, we can even remember our own baptism. They are also occasions when we recall, and reaffirm the vows we made in our baptism, when we reaffirm the baptismal covenant, which is something of a job description for Christians. Continue reading

Power Made Perfect in Weakness: A Sermon for Proper 9, Year B

July 8, 2012

 The Gospel of Mark is downright strange. I don’t know how anyone could read, or listen to it being read, and not have some of those moments where you just stop and say, “What? Did I hear that right?” There was one of those moments in last week’s gospel, when a woman was healed simply by touching Jesus’ garment, and Jesus felt the power going out from him. There are several such moments in today’s gospel. First, there’s the changing response of Jesus’ hometown to his visit to them. They were astounded at his teaching then they took offense. After all, they knew who he was. They knew his mother; they knew his brothers and sisters. They knew he was a carpenter (Though no mention of his father). Continue reading