"On Citizenship and Ambassadors" (sermon)

Two Rivers Pastoral Charge
Sunday March 30 – 4^th Week in Lent
Scripture Readings:  2 Corinthians 5:16-21


Since the middle of January, international diplomacy has been a hot-button issue.  It has led the newscasts, it has been all over social media, it has shaped our shopping habits, it has led to some funny and thought-provoking comedy across the whole comedy spectrum, from political cartoons to stand-up to memes.

We’ve also had some conversations about the international diplomatic situation at our Wednesday morning bible study, as we’ve been reading the provoking words of Jesus from the Sermon on the Mount.  That is a sermon for another Sunday, but what would Jesus, who once said “if anyone strikes you on the right cheek, turn the other also, and if anyone wants to sue you and take your shirt, give your coat as well, and if anyone forces you to go one mile, go also the second mile. Give to the one who asks of you, and do not refuse anyone who wants to borrow from you” – what would this Jesus have to say about the current trade war?

Nationalism and national identity was a thing too, back in the days of Jesus and the Apostle Paul, only then it was talked about in terms of Empire rather than countries.  Don’t worry – I’m not going to stand here and lecture on the rise and fall of the Roman Empire – that would put even the history buffs to sleep.  But the basic strategy of the Roman Empire was to expand their territory, and with each tribe or city that they took over, rather than enslaving the people who lived there, they offered them Roman Citizenship. It’s quite a canny strategy if you think about it, because if you’re “one of us” then you aren’t going to be fighting against us.  And citizenship was passed from parent to child, regardless of where you lived.

It wasn’t completely egalitarian.  Slaves were still slaves and therefore ineligible for citizenship.  Women were able to be citizens, but their citizenship came with different rights than them men – for example, they weren’t allowed to vote or hold public office.  And citizenship came not only with rights but also with responsibilities, and if you didn’t uphold your responsibilities, you could lose your citizenship, even if you still lived in the land under Roman control.

So, turning to the Apostle Paul, the author of 2 Corinthians, a letter he wrote to the very early church in the city of Corinth.  Paul, originally named Saul, was not only a devout Palestinian Jew, a religious leader of his time and place from the Pharisee denomination, but he was also a Roman Citizen.  There’s a story from towards the end of the book of Acts where Paul is arrested, and when he mentions that he is a citizen, his captors panic, as they realize that he is entitled to certain treatment as a citizen.

But two weeks ago, when we read part of Paul’s letter to the Philippians, he made reference to citizenship when he wrote that our citizenship is in heaven.  Even though Roman citizenship was the most valued status in the world he was living in, he wrote that we have an even more precious and valuable status, as citizens in God’s kingdom.  That supersedes any earthly loyalties.

And then today, in another letter from Paul, this time to the Corinthians, he takes it one step further.  We aren’t just citizens of God’s kingdom, but we are ambassadors of God’s kingdom.  We represent God’s presence as we move about in the world.  It’s almost like we are the literal body of Christ, or something!

Just for fun, this week I looked up the job description of an ambassador.  If the government of Canada were to appoint you to be the ambassador to, let’s say, The Republic of Lobestan, you would be responsible for maintaining diplomatic relationships between Canada and the Republic of Lobestan, you would lead political and economic negotiations between the two countries, you would promote cooperation between our two countries, you would safeguard and protect Canada’s interests, and you would ensure the safety of any Canadians living in the Republic of Lobestan.  Google also told me that strong communication, negotiation, and interpersonal skills are essential to the job!

So if we were to take that metaphor of an ambassador to our own calling to be ambassadors of Christ in the world, I think that there is a lot of truth to the job description here.  We are to promote God’s interests here in the world where we are living.  I guess that means that we are to live all of those things that Jesus taught us about – the easier things like feeding hungry people, and the harder things like turning the other cheek, or forgiving people who have done us wrong.  We are to live these values that are often very different to the things that the world values, and if someone happens to ask us why we do these things, well, as ambassadors we then have an opportunity to tell them about the kingdom that we represent – God’s kingdom.

I’m especially curious about the whole “engaging in economic negotiations” that are part of an ambassador’s job description.  Most of you have probably heard me say this before, but no human-developed economic system is perfect, and all human-developed economic systems are vulnerable to the imperfections of humans.  And God’s economy?  It is very different than any human economy because it is an economy based on grace and abundance.  Just last week, we heard Isaiah proclaim, “Hear, everyone who thirst, come to the waters; and you that have no money, come, buy, and eat! Come, buy wine and milk without money and without price!”  So we, as ambassadors of God’s kingdom, living in the world today, might struggle because we know that the economic system we are working in – for us, that tends to be capitalism – is imperfect in so many ways, and we know that God has a better way of doing things.  So, as ambassadors, we are called to engage in and promote our home economy.  Which, in practice, means things like giving away free pie on PIE Day, or putting food in Ida’s cupboard to be available for anyone who needs it to take.  We are promoting God’s way of doing things.

And ambassadors are to protect the security of citizens of their home country in the country they are appointed to.  And this, to me, gets at the heart of Jesus’s commandment to love our neighbours.  Not just the neighbours we like.  Not just the neighbours who look like us and speak like us and pray like us.  All of our neighbours.  And because I take a very broad interpretation of who is a citizen of God’s kingdom – after all, all humans were created in God’s image – then we are called to protect anyone who is threatened or oppressed or in danger or vulnerable.

With that little throw-away phrase, “ambassadors for Christ,” Paul has placed an enormous weight on our shoulders.  But this weight is the weight of discipleship.  We do this because when we choose to follow the way of Jesus, this is the path we are choosing to follow.

But it is also a path of great joy.  No, we don’t get to live in the fancy mansions that most political ambassadors get to live in, and attend glitzy parties in the countries where we’re stationed.  But instead, we get to know that we are part of a new creation.  In our baptism, we were baptized into Christ’s resurrection, and we get to be trailblazers, bringing this new life to the world. It is exciting!  We get to serve alongside each other, bringing a message of love and hope to the world.

And when the weight of global politics tries to pull us down, when we are surrounded by trade wars and tariffs and elbows up and rumblings of takeovers – when all of this tries to pull us down, we can remember that our ultimate citizenship, our ultimate allegiance doesn’t lie in any of these messes that humans make.  Our ultimate citizenship is with God, and God’s kingdom – that kingdom that we pray for every day, “thy kingdom come on earth, as it is in heaven” – this kingdom where our citizenship lies is a place of joy and grace and reconciliation and healing and the overwhelming, unconditional, limitless love of a God whose very nature is love.

And may we always remember, and keep this vision in our hearts as we move about the world.  Amen.

 

 

One of those political cartoons

By Michael de Adder

"Called to be God's Gardeners" (sermon)

Two Rivers Pastoral Charge
March 23, 2025, Third Sunday in Lent
Scripture Readings:  Isaiah 55:1-9 and Luke 13:1-9


So – the parable of the fig tree.  Every three years, this story pops up again during the season of Lent, and every three years, I have to wrestle with what Jesus was trying to teach the crowd when he told this story.

On the surface, it sounds like a harsh story.  I confess that I love trees, and it hurts my heart to see a tree cut down, even when I know that the tree is diseased or a danger.  So it makes me sad to think of an otherwise healthy fig tree being cut down simply because it wasn’t producing any figs.  What about the shade that it might offer to a weary traveler?  What about the birds who might make a nest in its branches?  What about the beauty that the fig tree added to the landscape?  Like I said, it hurts my heart to think of that innocent tree being cut down because of one specific thing that it isn’t doing.

But when I think about it, there are so many people in the world who are suffering, who seem to be punished, for something that they have no control over.

I think of people living on small low-lying islands in the Pacific Ocean who are watching rising sea levels eat away at their land, year after year after year. Are they being punished for the simple fact of being born on the land on which they were born?

I think of families living in Zambia where prolonged droughts due to climate change are limiting their ability grow enough food to feed their families for the year.  Are they being punished for being tied to the land where they live, due to global economic forces?

There are so many examples I could think of from this year alone, on our own continent.  Public Service employees in the US being fired without cause simply because they accepted a career in public service.  Transgender folx being denied their full humanity as well as access to life-saving medication, simply because they were born in a body that didn’t match who they know that they are.  Ordinary people in both Canada and the US facing escalating costs of living because our leaders are engaging in a dispute over a literal line in the sand.

I actually think that the pattern of the fig tree is one that we see repeated over and over and over again in the world, where people (as well as non-human parts of creation) seem to be punished for something that they didn’t choose.

Swinging back to the story we heard from the Gospel of Luke, if we look at the lead-in to the parable, Jesus is reflecting on a couple of these arbitrary tragedies in his world.  Some ordinary people were in the temple offering their worship to God, when soldiers came in and slaughtered them, so that their blood was mixed with the blood of the sacrifice.  Killed for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.  And the story of a tower that collapsed, killing 18 people – again, the only thing that they did wrong was to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and they lost their lives over it.

Arbitrary suffering is not something that is new in the world.

So is there any good news in the parable that Jesus tells, this story of the fig tree?

I think that there is.  The good news that I see in this parable is the fact that the tree is not cut down right away.  Instead, the gardener is given a chance to nurture the tree – to weed the ground around it, to fertilize it, to give it every possible chance to flourish and produce fruit.

If we read the parable and see God as the landowner in the story, then it paints a picture of a harsh and judgemental God – cut down that tree and burn the wood because it isn’t producing any fruit.  But it puts a very different spin on the story if we see God as the gardener.  The gardener sees the tree, and sees its potential, and mourns the fact that it hasn’t been able to live into its potential, and longs for an opportunity to tend and nourish that tree.  It’s a bit like Jesus, over in John’s gospel, saying, “I have come that they may have life, and have it abundantly.”

So if there is a glimmer of good news in the parable, does that mean that there is good news for us too?  I wouldn’t be standing up here if I didn’t believe that there is always some good news.

If you relate to the fig tree right now, then the good news is there on the surface.  God weeps at oppression and at suffering, and God is longing for you to flourish.  God is extending to you that invitation from Isaiah (the invitation that the choir sang just a few minutes ago):  “Hear, everyone who thirsts, come to the waters; and you that have no money, come, buy, and eat! Come, buy wine and milk without money and without price!”

And for those of us who aren’t acutely suffering right now, I still think that there is good news in this passage, and this is how I see this parable connecting with our Call to the church of Daring Justice.

If we have God, in Jesus, as the gardener, pleading with the forces who want to destroy the tree to give it another chance, and then taking the time to nurture the tree; then we, as the Body of Christ, are called to do the same.  We are called to notice the places in the world that aren’t flourishing, and then we are called to do whatever is in our power to support and enable them to flourish.

Because all of God’s children are precious, and God wants everyone to flourish.  It doesn’t matter where someone was born, or under what circumstance, or into what body, God wants everybody to flourish, and God calls the church, like the gardener in today’s parable, to be agents of this flourishing.

I might even push this one step further, and say that God longs for all of creation to flourish – from humans to fig trees to rivers to trees to squirrels to moose to turkeys.  When we think about flourishing, what daring steps can we take so that not only humans but all of creation can flourish and be the thing that God created them to be?

Is it hard?  Yes.  Is it risky?  Yes.  The call to the church isn’t to do only the easy parts of justice, it is a call to daring justice.  We are called to dare to stand up against the things that we know are wrong.  We are called to speak truth to power.  Even when the primary narrative of the world is “me first,” we are called to remember that we are to love our neighbours as we love ourselves.

And so my hope, as I wrestle with this parable this year, is that you can see yourself in both the fig tree and the gardener.  When you are suffering, know that God is with you, longing for you to flourish.  And also that you are a gardener in God’s garden, called to bring flourishing to creation – both the human and non-human parts of creations.  And know that when you are a gardener in God’s garden, you are the body of Christ, and the Holy Spirit is with you and within you.

And may it be so.  Amen.

 

 

“Fig Tree in Assos”

by Kadir COSKUN on flickr

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"From the Mountain to the Valley" (sermon)

Two Rivers Pastoral Charge
Sunday March 16, 2025
Scripture Readings:  Philippians 3:17-4:1 and Luke 9:28-36


I have to begin by saying that hearing the story of the Transfiguration of Jesus has me feeling a bit discombobulated today.  We normally would have read this story on the last Sunday before Lent.  It marks a turning point in the story of Jesus’s life – when he comes down from the mountain, his path turns towards Jerusalem, and once in Jerusalem, the events of the last week of his life unfold.  So it makes sense to read this story just before the beginning of Lent, which is our metaphorical journey to Jerusalem and to the cross.

But this year, our fabulous women of the Westfield UCW led worship on the last Sunday before Lent (along with UCW chapters across the country), and so we didn’t get to read this story then.  But good news for me, because I love the story of the Transfiguration, this story is listed as an alternative reading on the second Sunday in Lent, which is today.  So I don’t have to wait until next year to read it!

I want to invite you to imagine yourself into this story.  The mountain in this story isn’t a tall, pointy, snow-capped mountain like the one on the bulletin cover. Jesus, Peter, James, and John wouldn’t have needed ropes and carabiners and technical expertise to climb to the top.  It would have been a fairly accessible climb, up a winding path, far enough away that you could experience true alone-ness up there, but not so far that you faced any dangers.

And so I invite you to imagine a hill like this that you know – maybe one you have climbed before, or one that you have wanted to climb.  I invite you to invite a couple of your close friends to come on the hike with you, people you know, people you trust, people you love, people you consider to be spiritual companions.  You don’t want a whole big crowd with you – just a couple of close friends to share the experience with.

And imagine that Jesus is with you too.  The Jesus of all of the stories – you have seen him calm the seas and walk on water, you have witnessed him heal people with a touch of his hand, and feed a crowd of thousands with just a few loaves of bread and a couple of fish.  The Jesus of all of the teachings that you do your best to follow – teaching you about how to love your neighbour, teaching you about how to love God with your whole being, teaching you about how God’s plan for the world is still unfolding – it hasn’t reached its completeness yet, but it will some day.

Which of the teachings of Jesus speaks most tenderly to your heart?  Which of the miracles makes your heart overflow with joy and wonder?  Is there something that you wish that you could see Jesus do?

As you prepare to set out on your hike with your friends and with Jesus, it’s OK if you can’t see his face clearly.  But even if he stays on the shadowy side of the trail, even if he keeps his back turned to you, you know that he is with you.

As you begin the climb, at first it is easy.  There are so many sights to see!  With each curve on the path, there is something new to look at, a new perspective on the view from the hill.  What are you hearing as you climb?  Are there any birds singing?  Is the wind whistling or laughing in the trees?  Are there any animals, big or small, on the trail with you?  Are there any smells reaching your nose?  If you are climbing in the spring, are there any wildflowers along the way?  If it is summer, is the smell of hot dust reaching your nostrils?  If it is fall, maybe the smell of leaves starting to rot into the soil is filling the air?  If it is winter, maybe a hint of woodsmoke, or the musty smell of melting snow is accompanying you?

Is Jesus sharing any stories with you as you climb?  Is he re-telling one of your favourite parables?  Is he recalling one of the miracles he performed, putting his spin or interpretation on to it?  Is he teaching you about what the kingdom of the one whom he calls Father will be like?

At first the climb was easy, but the longer you climb the more of a drudge it becomes.  It is becoming harder and harder to keep putting one foot in front of the other, one foot in front of the other, one foot in front of the other.

But at last, the path starts to level off, and you have come to the top of the mountain.  You can see all of the land unfolding around you on every side.  How do you feel in this moment?  Has the weariness of the climb fallen away from you, or are you ready to drop to the ground and never get up again?  Do you feel exhilarated with a sense of accomplishment, or is there a twinge of disappointment that this is all there is?

As you stand around, looking at each other, all of a sudden, we come to the moment of transfiguration.  Jesus – the one who trudged up the mountain beside you, the one who shared stories with you as you climbed – Jesus is now radiating an unearthly bright light.  If you couldn’t see him before because he was keeping his face in the shadows, now you can’t see him because it is too bright to look directly at him.

But as you look around, with the hilltop bathed in this bright light, you notice two other people have joined you.  And you don’t know how you know, but somehow you know that they are Moses and Elijah, two of the great prophets of your ancestors.

How do you feel in this moment?  Is it excitement or fear or awe or peace or what, flowing through your veins in this moment?

Remember that you have a couple of your friends with you.  Which one of you is the Peter of your group, needing to fill the holy moment with words?  Is it you, or is it one of your friends?  “Oh, but it’s good to be here! Let’s build tents so that we can stay here and preserve this moment!”

And then a cloud descends on the mountaintop, but the brightness is still there, illuminating the fog, so it feels as though you are bathed in the light.  And you hear a voice coming from… somewhere… “This is my son, my chosen one, my beloved one. Listen to him.”

And while these words are still echoing across the hillside, the fog lifts and the brightness fades, and it is an ordinary day on the top of that hill you have climbed.

And in silence, you, your friends, and Jesus, pick up your bags, and start putting one foot in front of the other again, as you make your way down the mountain, and back here to this space.

I don’t know if you have ever had a mountaintop experience (which may or may not have taken place on a literal mountaintop) like the one in today’s story.  I have a couple of stories, but they will keep for another day.  The spiritual mountaintop is a good place to visit – as Peter said, “Lord, it is good for us to be here!” – but I don’t think that it is a place where we could stay.  Even Jesus left the mountainside and the very next story is a story of healing.  The work of the church, the work of the Body of Christ, tends to take place in the valley rather than on the mountaintop.

But there is a song by the Gaither’s – maybe some of you know it – called “God on the Mountain.”  The chorus begins, “For the God on the mountain, is still God in the valley.”  Even when we leave the mountaintop behind, God goes with us still.  Mountaintop experiences can give you a boost or an injection of faith, but never ever doubt that God is with you, even when you are trudging through the valleys of life.

As Paul wrote to the Philippians, “our citizenship is in heaven.”  Even when we get bogged down in concerns of this earth – and you know as well as I do, just how many cares and worries there are in the world these days; I don’t need to list them out for you – even when we get bogged down in the cares and concerns of the world, we can remember the mountaintop, and remember that our citizenship ultimately lies with God.

We aren’t free to ignore the cares and concerns of the world – like I said earlier, the work of the Body of Christ takes place in this world, as we spread the love and the healing and the hope and the joy of Christ.  But we don’t need to let the cares of the world pull us into despair, because we know that God is with us, and we know that God’s kingdom will be the true end of the story.

This week’s Call to the church is “Deep Spirituality” and to me, that is what this is all about.  Knowing that God is with us, drawing our strength from God’s presence, and nurturing our spirits, whether we are on the mountain or in the valley, so that we can keep putting one foot in front of the other, not as a slog, but as a dance of joy!

And may it be so.  Amen.

 

“Cathedral of Christ the Light”

Image used with permission

"If you are a Child of God..." (sermon)

Two Rivers Pastoral Charge
Sunday March 9, 2025 – First Sunday in Lent
Scripture:  Luke 4:1-13


Welcome to Lent!  We have embarked on a 40-day journey that is going to end at the foot of the cross on Good Friday.  As we travel, we will be lighting our Lenten candles to illuminate our path, and our map for the journey is going to be the calls of the United Church of Canada – we believe that we are called to Deep Spirituality, Bold Discipleship, and Daring Justice.  And today, on our first Sunday of Lent, we pass the signpost of Bold Discipleship.

In the bible, we read about Jesus’s disciples – his followers – the people who made up his inner circle.  They were usually the first ones to hear his teachings. They had front-row seats to witness his miracles.  They were the ones to whom Jesus said, “Take up your cross and follow me.”  And they did follow Jesus, all the way to the cross.

But Jesus’s disciples didn’t just live 2000 years ago.  After Jesus died, resurrected, and ascended in to heaven, the disciples continued.  The church of every time and every place has been made up of disciples of Jesus.  People who listen to Jesus’s teachings. People who have witnessed the miracles that love can work over and over and over again.  People who follow the way of Jesus, even when it is risky, carrying their crosses, that symbol of danger and death and destruction.

And I think that is maybe where the boldness comes from in our discipleship.  We aren’t disciples of an easy way, of a safe way, of a way without risks.

It is such a strange thing to be a disciple.  We are choosing a way that runs contrary to so much of what the world teaches.  In many ways, it would be so much easier to just abandon this way and go the way of the world, moving through life without kicking up a fuss, without the commandment to love God with our whole hearts and to love our neighbours as ourselves.  And yet you and I – we have chosen to be here.  We have chosen this way of discipleship.  It is 2025, and I doubt if any of us are here because society tells us that we have to be in church on a Sunday morning, the way it might have happened back in the 1950s or 1960s – instead each one of us has chosen to be here this morning.  We have chosen this path of discipleship.

Jesus, too, was tempted to stray from the path he was on.  There, in the desert, he was offered all authority, all power, all glory, if only he would turn his face away from God to worship another.  We may not have the devil, Satan, the Tempter standing in front of us, but isn’t this the same thing?  Turn away from the way of worshipping God, and then we will be free to give our ultimate devotion, our ultimate worship to making money, to pursuing fame, to focus on our appearance, our gym bod, our lifestyle.

And yet.  And yet every day we wake up, and once again we choose to put following the Way of Jesus first.  Even when this way is hard, we still choose to follow.  And it is hard.  Just two weeks ago, I was talking about how we aren’t just to love our friends, we are to love our enemies too, and pray for those who hate and mistreat us.  It is incredibly hard to turn the other cheek, to give of ourselves in a way that leaves us with less than we might want, to forgive and let go of the wrongs that have been done to us.  It is a hard way that we choose, and an often uncomfortable way.  And yet you and I – we have chosen to be here – again and again we choose this way of discipleship.

Jesus, too, didn’t follow an easy way.  For forty days in the desert, he had nothing to eat or drink, and the tempter said to him, “Go on – turn those stones into loaves of bed. You know you can do it.”  And yet Jesus doesn’t succumb to the temptation to take the easy way out.  He remembers that there is something more important than comfort.  He remembers that we don’t live by bread alone, but by God’s word and by God’s presence.  We may not be fasting in the desert like Jesus was, but still we are surrounded by things that want to draw our attention away from God.  We are surrounded by social media, we are surrounded by the 24-hour news cycle, we are surrounded by the entertainment industry and are bombarded with advertising every time we turn around.

And yet.  And yet every day we wake up, and once again we choose to put following the Way of Jesus first.  Even when we are tempted to despair, we still chose to follow.  Even when we want God to prove their presence to us and are confronted with silence, still we choose to pick up our cross and follow Jesus.

Jesus, who himself was also tempted to test God’s presence, knows that it isn’t easy.  It would be so comforting if God could just send an angel to catch us when we feel like we are falling, a literal angel to carry us through the tough times that we face.  And yet even when Jesus chose not to test God’s presence, Jesus knew that God was with him.  And we too, can trust that God is with us, surrounding us with their presence even when our senses can’t perceive it.

I think that maybe one of the toughest temptations that Jesus faced there in the desert wilderness was the temptation to doubt his identity.  If you are the Son of God, turn this stone into bread.  If you are the Son of God, throw yourself down from this high tower.  I sometimes think that the biggest miracle of this story is that Jesus remains confident in his identity as the Son of God.  He didn’t require external validation – he just knew.

And maybe that is the grounding of our own discipleship.  We are grounded in our identity as beloved children of God, and this grounding allows us to choose, again and again, the difficult path that Jesus lays out before us.  And because we are grounded in our identity as beloved children of God, then we really can’t choose any other way.  And just as the Holy Spirit led Jesus into the wilderness and accompanied him through all of his temptations, the Holy Spirit is with us too, on our discipleship journey, giving us strength and giving us courage and reminding us whenever we need reminding that we are precious and beloved children of God.

Yes, discipleship can be scary, but when we are grounded in God then it is the only way we can follow.  Like those first disciples, we too can listen to the teachings of Jesus – all of that teaching about loving God and loving your neighbour, all of your neighbours.  Like those first disciples, we too can be part of the miracles that love can work in the world.  And like those first disciples, we too can take up our cross to follow Jesus, knowing that the Holy Spirit is in front of us, guiding us, beside us, accompanying us, and within us, transforming us, every step of the way.

Thanks be to God!  Amen.

 

 

If you are a child of God…

“Christ in the Wilderness”

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"The Ghost in the Laundry Room" (definitely not a sermon!)

There is a newly formed Grand Bay Writer’s Group, and one of the things that we do when we gather is pick a writing prompt, then each of us creates something as we sit there that we then share with each other. This week’s prompt was an interesting one:  "A negative energy has attached itself to your laundry room. It’s so bad that you stop going in there for a while, but you know this can only be temporary. So you come up with a plan to find out more about the presence and try to get rid of it. What happens next?" This is what I wrote in 20 minutes this evening, still rough and un-edited.


Each time I pass the door, my heart seems to skip a beat. My stomach drops. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

I haven’t dared to open the door since the day before That Day. The silver handle on the gleaming white door seems to taunt me when I think about it. Her words, “See you this evening!” echo in my brain. I don’t know what lurks in the darkness behind that closed door.

My laundry is starting to pile up though. I’ve thought about looking for a laundromat – those still exist, don’t they? I’ve never had to know where to look for one before now.

Her hamper is there, behind the door. I don’t know what is in it. The clothes she wore for her workout the night before? Her favourite dress that she wore on date night? That night feels like yesterday, but also a million years ago. Does the smell of her perfume haunt the air behind that closed door?

“See you this evening!” she called out as she tossed her hamper in the laundry room on her way out to the garage. “Don’t forget, our reservation is at 7.”

I know that I can’t avoid it forever, but the finality of opening that last closed door feels like beyond what I am able to do. All I can do these days is put one foot in front of the other. Get up. Check which shirt is least smelly. Make coffee. Stare out the window.

Sirens scare me now. They remind me of the car that pulled into the driveway That Day, of the ringing doorbell followed by a loud knock, of the words, “We’re sorry to tell you, but…”

I’ve never been one to be scared. I was always the strong one. But my strength seems to have died when she did. When. She. Died. That feels so final.

I look at the door again. Is today going to be the day? Is today going to be the day I open that last door? Today is going to be the day.

I reach my hand out. A spark of static jumps to my hand as it makes contact with the handle. It feels like ice in my hand. I press down and push the door open.

Her smell envelopes me. A hint of the perfume she wore on date night. The smell of her shampoo from that morning. That unique smell that was her, pungent on her gym clothes.

I close my eyes and pretend, just for a moment, that she is about to walk in the door one more time.

I notice her purse lying on the floor – not the one she always took to work with her, but the special-occasion purse. She must have forgotten it that morning. She was probably going to call me mid-afternoon, in a panic, and ask me to bring it to the restaurant when we met. It wouldn’t have been the first time.

Without thinking, I reach over. I pick it up. I reach in to see what might have been forgotten.

I pull out a small square box. I open it. A diamond solitaire lies inside.

"Love Your Enemies?" (sermon)

Two Rivers Pastoral Charge
Sunday February 23, 2025 (7^th Sunday After Epiphany)
Scripture Reading:  Luke 6:27-38


OK – so I have to confess that this is maybe one of my least favourite teachings of Jesus.  I don’t like it, because it’s HARD.  I can get behind most of what Jesus teaches about love – love one another, as I have loved you; love God with all your heart, soul, mind, and strength; love your neighbour as yourself.  This is all good, because, after all, what the world needs now is love sweet love.

But in this passage, Jesus pushes me to expand my understanding of who should be included in that circle of love.  Jesus tells me that I am to love not just my friends and the people I like, but I am to love my enemies too.  Jesus tells me that I am to do good to people who hate me.  Jesus tells me that I am to bless people – not only the people who will bless me in return, but I am to bless the people who will return curses for my blessings.  Jesus tells me that I am to pray for people who mistreat me.

The last time we had this reading assigned to us by the lectionary was 3 years ago, February 2022, right in the middle of the Trucker’s Protest in Ottawa, and I said then that this was a hard reading.  With everything going on in the world, I have to say that it is maybe an even harder reading now than it was then.

The thing is, I don’t really want to love my enemies; I don’t want to love the people who hate me; I don’t want to love the people who curse me; I don’t want to love the people who mistreat me, or who mistreat vulnerable people.  I don’t want to do it.

In fact, if I’m being honest, there are people in the world that I kind of wish would just sort of disappear.  I don’t necessarily want harm to come to them, I just think that the world would be a better place if they weren’t in it.  I think of the people who, just a couple of weeks ago, hung swastika flags from overpass bridges in Cincinnati.  I think of the people who are making decisions to drop bombs on hospitals and on playgrounds.  I think of the people who are removing the right to exist from transgender folx south of the border.  I think of politicians who cut foreign aid funding, meaning that vulnerable people are literally going to die.

Jesus tells me that I am to love my enemies, but I’m finding it very hard to love people who are causing such great harm.

But then I remind myself who is speaking here.  Jesus didn’t live in a time and a place where vulnerable and marginalized people where cherished and protected by the government.  In fact, Jesus lived in a time and place that bears a striking number of resemblances to our time and place.  Jesus lived in a backwater nation under the control of the Roman Empire; and not only that, but he was from the region of Galilee which was the back of beyond even within his own country.  All of the power was concentrated in a small number of wealthy people.  Nations were taken over by force.  Taxes were paid to support the military structure that was the Roman Empire, and if you weren’t able to pay, you would be out on the street or imprisoned.  Those of you who are history buffs might be familiar with the concept of “Pax Romana” or the Roman Peace – this was not what we think of as peace which is a space where everyone can flourish; rather this was a peace that was the absence of war, enforced by the threat of military might.  Put one toe out of line, and you’re likely to end up on a cross as an example to others.

This was the context that Jesus was speaking to.  And he wasn’t speaking to the emperor, or to the tech billionaires of his time and place.  He was speaking to a crowd of farmers and fishermen – people who were trying to produce enough food to feed their families for the year, and to pay the taxes and rent that were demanded of them.  He was speaking to people who were one bad harvest away from destitution.  He was speaking to people who would have turned down a side alley in order to avoid encountering a Roman military officer.

I can imagine that Jesus’s teaching wasn’t received any better by his original audience than it is by us.  “What do you mean, we are to love the tax collector who extorts more than needed?  What do you mean, we are to pray for the health and safety of the emperor in Rome?  What do you mean, we are to bless the Roman soldiers who are dragging someone off to be crucified, for the simple crime of questioning if we might be better off without Rome?”

What do you mean, we are to love a government who is sending refugees back to places where they will be killed?  What do you mean, we are to bless the people in the Department of Government Efficiency who are firing tens of thousands of people without cause?  What do you mean, we are to pray for a tech billionaire who is accumulating obscene wealth by eliminating the social security net?  What do you mean, we are to pray for an Emperor-President who wants to expand the empire by military might?  (I’m trying really hard to avoid naming names.  But I’m sure that you would be able to add to this list, on a global scale, on a local scale, or on a personal scale.)

And yet Jesus says that we are to love our enemies.  Jesus says that we are to do good to people who hate us.  Jesus says that we are to bless people who curse us.  Jesus says that we are to pray for people who mistreat us.

And it. Is. Hard.

But then I remind myself who is speaking.  Jesus himself is going to be executed by Empire – nailed to a cross and left there to suffer until his breath is literally squeezed out of him.  And yet, with his dying breath, he forgives and prays for the people who are executing him.  In just a couple of months from now, on Good Friday, Jesus is going to model this radical and difficult teaching he is giving us today.  “Father, forgive them, for they don’t know what they’re doing.”

Jesus never said that it was going to be easy, but he is consistent in his message that we are to love radically.  We are to love expansively.  We are to love generously.  We are to love, even when the love isn’t reciprocated.

And not only do I have to remember who was speaking, the people he was speaking to, and the context he was speaking in; but I also have to remember that there is a very good chance that there is someone out there who considers me to be their enemy.  There is a very good chance that I am the person that someone wishes would just disappear from the earth.

Robb McCoy, one of the hosts of my favourite preaching podcast, Pulpit Fiction, re-worded this passage in a way that really hits home.  His version goes:  “Jesus said, it is easy to love the people you like. It is much harder to love the jerks, but I’m telling you to love the jerks. Because there was a time you were a jerk and someone loved you.”  And I think that this is the heart of the Golden Rule found in this passage from Luke:  “Treat people in the same way that you want them to treat you.”  When I mess up, I want people to be able to forgive me; therefore I need to be willing to forgive and love and bless and pray for others when they mess up in big or small ways.

It is hard.  Jesus knew that it was hard.  Jesus himself experienced how hard this is.  But part of the good news is that we don’t have to do it on our own.  We all have the Holy Spirit working within us, empowering us to do the hard things we are called to do.  God calls us to walk this difficult way of unconditional love, and it is God working in us who equips and enables us to walk this difficult way of unconditional love.

And above all, we keep on loving.  We love radically.  We love expansively.  We love generously.  We love, even when the love isn’t reciprocated.  We love, and in doing so, we refuse to let ourselves be dragged into cycles of violence and hatred and revenge.

And may the God whose very essence is love, surround you and allow you so to do.  Amen.

“Hands, All Together”
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"Light a Fire, Gather, and Sing" (sermon)

Two Rivers Pastoral Charge
Sunday February 2, 2025 – Candlemas
Scripture:  Luke 2:22-40


Back on December 21, on the longest night of the year, a group of determined souls braved the darkness of the night, braved the frigid temperatures and howling winds, braved the tail end of the Nor’easter that had blown through that day, and gathered in the parking lot at Long Reach United Church and circled around a bonfire and sang.

Into the shadows of the longest night, we sang about the birth of the Light of the World.  We sang songs about a baby who was born into a time and place of Empire and oppression, yet who would teach a way of unconditional love.  We sang songs about this baby’s mother; who, herself, sang about the powerful being brought down from their thrones, the hungry being filled with good things, and tech billionaires, I mean, the rich being sent away empty handed.  We sang songs about the baby’s father who, fearing for the life of his family, took them and fled for refuge to a foreign land.

Into the shadows of the longest night, we sang about the birth of the Light of the World.  We sang our songs, trusting that the night isn’t going to last for ever and the daylight will return.  We sang our songs, trusting that the cold and snow of winter will eventually give way to the warmth and life of spring.  We sang our songs of hope, trusting that the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness can never overwhelm it.

As I mentioned earlier, today, the beginning of February, is a pivot-time in the seasonal calendar.  We are half-way between that Winter Solstice, and the Spring Equinox when the hours of daylight will equal the hours of night.  This is the time of year when the lengthening of days begins to accelerate, and we will start to notice, almost day-by-day, the increasing light.  We have come through the darkest season that began at the beginning of November, and carried through the Solstice, until now, when we on the other side.  Our ancient Celtic ancestors celebrated Imbolc at this time of year – the returning of the light and the promise of spring.

And in the church calendar, we also celebrate at this time.  As well as Groundhog Day and Imbolc, today also holds three different church festivals.  It is the Feast of the Presentation of the Lord, when we remember that Jesus was presented at the temple, as his parent’s first-born son.  We remember that his arrival was celebrated by the prophet Anna and by the prophet Simeon.  Today is also the Feast of the Purification of the Virgin.  According to the Jewish Law, 40 days after giving birth, Mary had to undergo purification rituals in order to become ritually pure again – and today is 40 days after Christmas.  And finally, the church also celebrates Candlemas on this day – a day when families would bring their candles to the church to be blessed – the Light of the World blessing the light of the home, in a season when the light is returning to the world.

And when you look at the words that Simeon spoke when he held the infant Jesus, one of the names that he gives to Jesus is “a light for revelation.”  Jesus, the Light of the World, has the power to reveal what was previously hidden.  Jesus is the light by which we can see everything clearly.

If you are anything like me, you are probably sick of hearing about and thinking about and talking about politics; yet if you are like me, that is likely the thing that is top-of-mind for most of us in this present moment.  There is the anxiety and uncertainty over yesterday’s tariff announcement and what that will mean not only for the Canadian economy, but also for our personal cost of living.  There is the grief over all of the stories we are hearing.  There is fear that such regressive politics could make their way north of the border.  To me, sometimes it feels as though we are currently living through that winter solstice, that longest night when it feels as though the light will never return.

But if this is a longest-night moment, then our response should be the same as it was back in December when we braved the cold and snow and wind and darkness, and gathered to kindle a fire against the night and sing.  For the light of that fire proclaimed that the darkness can never win – it only takes a single match to shatter the darkness of the night, and just think of the power if every single follower of the Light of the World carried just a single match of hope.

So we light our fire against the night, and we gather together.  As our United Church of Canada Creed says, “We are not alone.”  We know that we are never alone – not only is God with us, but we are together, as a community, building this fire against the night.

So we light our fire against the night, and we gather together, and we sing.  We sing our songs of resistance.  We sing our songs of hope.  We sing our songs of peace.  We sing our songs of justice.  And as we sing our songs, we invite the world to join in.

And as we light our fire, as we gather together, as we sing, we trust that the Light of the World who was born into the time of the longest night will be a light of revelation for the world.  We trust that the light of Christ will help us to see places of goodness and beauty and love in the world, and once we see these places, we celebrate them.  We trust that the light of Christ will expose the places of oppression and corruption so that the world can see them clearly, and in doing so, end them.

And because we trust in the light of Christ, the Light of the World, the light of revelation, we trust that, even in the longest night, the darkness can never win.

And may the Holy Spirit work in all of us, so that we can be people who sing God’s hope with everything that we say and with everything that we do.  May the Holy Spirit work in all of us, so that we can be people who gather together and uphold one another, even on the longest, coldest night.  And may the Holy Spirit work in all of us, so that we can be people who always kindle fires of hope against the night.  Amen.

 

 

Lighting a Fire Against the Night

Photo Credit:  K. Jones