Where do you come from? A Sermon for Proper 14B, 2024

Where do you come from? It’s a question one hears from time to time, often especially when you’re new in a place, or just getting to know someone. If you hear someone with a strange accent, you may want to ask them that question—and if you’re just a bit brash or rude—you will go ahead and blurt it out. It happened to me from time to time when I lived in the south—and it still happens occasionally to Corrie in Madison. The question may be well-meaning, but it can also be off-putting. It can underscore difference, it can remind the recipient that they are outsiders in a place or a community, reinforce their otherness. 

Coincidentally, I was asked this very question after our early service today. We were chatting in Vilas Hall and someone dropped by to say hello and chat. She and I started talking about a venerable New England institution, and as we were talking she asked, “Where are you from?”–thinking I must have been a native of New England. I told her to hang around for our 10:00 service when I would answer that question.

We see all this playing out on the national and international stage. Questions of identity—whether that has to do with issues of gender, nationality, or ethnicity are hot topics right now. And so often it is the group with power and privilege seeking to categorize, marginalize, define others to exclude them from the larger community, to render them powerless and speechless and irrelevant.

I know exactly where I come from. A small town in northwestern Ohio, where Griesers have lived since the 1830s. My first ancestor who came to that area operated a mill in Montbeliard, Alsace before immigrating to the US. On the other side of the family, my roots go back to Lancaster County PA in the 18th century. There’s no mystery on either side of the family, no reason to take one of those DNA tests that have become so popular. When I used to return to my hometown regularly, I would often identify myself by my dad’s name, so people could place me comfortably in that community.  

In today’s gospel reading, as we continued the discussion of the meaning of the feeding of the five thousand, and now, the meaning of Jesus’ statement that we heard last week, “I am the bread of life” we are introduced to questions of identity and origin. 

It all begins with a significant shift in today’s reading. To this point, Jesus has been in conversation with “the crowd.” They had followed him across the Sea of Galilee, to listen to his teaching, and for healing. He had fed them miraculously, and they had wanted to proclaim him king. 

They had followed him again, across the sea to Capernaum, where they addressed him as “Rabbi”—“teacher”. But suddenly the term shifts and the crowd becomes “the Jews.” It’s another opportunity for us to remind ourselves of the Gospel of John’s anti-judaism and its attendant legacy in the antisemitism in Christianity and in larger Western culture. That being said, we should also note that the word translated as “Jew” here would be literally translated as “Judaean” in other words, residents of the Roman province of Judea, not necessarily a reference to the religion. Further, remember that when the Gospel of John distinguishes between Jesus and “the Jews” it is overlooking the reality that Jesus, and all of his disciples, were themselves Jews.

Still, in the literary context before us, “Jews” is an important marker of identity. Earlier the crowd had responded to Jesus “our ancestors ate the manna in the wilderness.” They are asserting their identity and their privilege. And now, they are questioning Jesus’ identity and authority. Who does this guy think he is? We know him; we know his parents. What gives him the right to say that he has come down from heaven?

There’s the question of authority and there’s the question of identity. Another way John is drawing on the traditions of the book of Exodus is in Jesus’ self-identification. Here, he says, “I am the bread of life.” It’s the first of his “I am” sayings in the gospel. He also says, “I am the good shepherd”; I am the vine, you are the branches, as well as others. 

 “I am”—it’s the response God gives Moses at the burning bush when he asks God, “Who shall I say sent me?” God answers: “I am who I am” or “I will be who I will be.” Throughout the Hebrew Bible, God will be identified as I am—usually with a description of what God has done for God’s people—“I am the God who brought you out of the land of Egypt.”

Here, however, there’s a different dynamic. The I am sayings are symbolic—I am the bread of life, I am the Good Shepherd, I am the vine… They use ordinary imagery to say something about Christ’s nature but also about the kind of relationship that is being offered. Jesus is not distant, speaking far off from a mountain, but near at hand, and emphasizing the life-giving relationship that is being offered to those who follow him.

That offer is an opportunity to adopt and live into a new identity as a follower of Jesus Christ, welcomed into a community where status and background don’t determine your place, where your previous life and choices don’t limit the possibilities of new life and new experience.

We see something of that vision in the reading from the letter to the Ephesians. The author urges their readers to give up every manner of sin, anger, evil talk, wrangling and slander—all powerful reminders in these days of the vitriolic discourse on social media and the demonization of one’s opponents. More importantly, though, is this “Live in love as Christ loved us”—it’s another version of one of my favorite offertory sentences: “Walk in love as Christ loved us, and gave himself for us, an offering and sacrifice to God.”

To bring it back to the gospel. The bread of life that Christ offers us, or as he says at the end of our passage: “Whoever eats of this bread will live forever and the bread that I will give for the life of the world is my flesh.” That bread is offered to us; that flesh is offered to us, and as we participate in eating the bread, we are entering into the life of Christ, the body of Christ. And we ourselves, being bonded to Christ, enfleshed to Christ, become the means by which others enter into that same relationship with Christ. In becoming Christ’s body, we become the bread by which others are nourished. When we walk in Christ’s love, when we receive Christ’s love, we become the means by which others receive that love as well.

Wonder Bread: A Sermon for Proper 13, Year B, 2018

Bread. Think about all the different types of bread there are—the mundane, for example, the ironically-named “wonder bread.” Or what passes for bread in our celebrations of the eucharist—little discs of hard, tasteless, baked wheat. Think of the best bread you’ve ever had—home-baked right out of the oven, or crusty French baguette, eaten with olive oil and a glass of wine. Bread comes in many shapes and sizes, made with thousands of different ingredients, deriving from vastly different cultures and culinary traditions. Life without bread is unimaginable, even for those who are gluten-intolerant, or have celiac disease. There are breads made for them as well. Like wonder bread or the hosts we use in the Eucharist, bread can be industrialized and standardized. But at its best bread reflects the baker, the ingredients, the oven, and the community in which it is baked and the community which, when bread is broken, it creates. Continue reading

Sharing the Bread of Life: A Sermon for Proper 13, Year B, 2015

This past week, I had an interesting encounter with a young homeless man. He came to the reception desk at Grace and asked to speak to me. He said he needed assistance and counseling. I brought him up to my office and began asking him questions, trying to figure out what he was looking for, what he needed. Eventually, he told me that he needed money to go somewhere. The story he gave me was rather flimsy, so I ended up not providing financial assistance.

I remembered that he also had asked for some counseling, so I tried to engage him in conversation around his life, the struggles he was having. Whatever had led him to ask for counseling, by the time he got into my office, he was not about to share anything substantive about his life. So I led him out of the building and sent him on his way. But a few minutes later he was back. This time, he wondered whether we had a computer he might use. Of course, we don’t, but I pointed out to him that public computers are available in the Central Library, and that Bethel has a computer room as well.` Continue reading