One Story; Many Ways

Luke 15:1-3; 11-32, 2 Corinthians 5:16-21

There he is, that elder son, standing in the field, clinging to his hard-working righteousness and unable to make himself join the festive dinner with his father and his lost brother. 
Every time we get to that scene at the end of Jesus’ parable, it feels just like where we started this story, with Jesus’ philosophical and political opponents griping and muttering about all the sinners coming to be welcomed to dinner by Jesus.

 

And since the parable doesn’t resolve – since the elder brother neither goes in to the party or actually walks away, we are left in that same tension, deprived of a “right” answer to whether it is holy to party with sinners.

That lingering, unfinished end of the story must have driven the Pharisees nuts.

It certainly itches at me every time I read it; every time this story comes up in our calendar at church.

 

And that unfinished ending, repeated, makes me wonder if this parable isn’t some kind of biblical form of the classic movie “Groundhog Day”, where we must cycle through the same story over and over and over, trying out all the different ways to live it, until we find the one where all the relationships come into balance – healed, healthy, mutual, and holy.

 

Because every perspective you can take in this parable has lessons and healings for our spiritual development, our relationship with God, and through God with one another.

(That’s true of many of Jesus’ parables, really. There’s never “one right way” to read them, or learn from them. Always many ways.)

 

There’s the perspective of the younger son, the one with the big conversion moment. The son who snatches at everything he believes to be his, blows through it, and discovers not only that he is hungry, and alone, and wishes he weren’t, but that there is still someone he can trust, even after he’s wrecked himself.

 

His repentance – his great turning of heart and life – starts with the remembrance of the generous support his father’s workers receive; with the recognition that here is the fundamental source of trust and goodness in his life.

You and I, too, in order to repent – to turn our hearts and selves to God, as we talked about last week – need to be able to notice and rely on God’s goodness. 
To know that in God we do trust. 
Even when we are at our own very worst.

 

Then this lost-and-found son has to learn to accept love and joy and welcome as an unearned gift. To let go of the inheritance he thought was his, and accept that his welcome – even his identity and role in the family, whether hired hand or son – isn’t something he earns or owns, but something he must accept from the overwhelming force of unconditional love.

 

I won’t ask you to raise your hands, but I wonder if some, or many, of us here find it challenging to trust in God, or in someone else, when we are at our very worst? 
I wonder if any, or many, of us find it uncomfortable to let go of what we earn, or own, or deserve on our own merits, in order to accept welcome as an un-earned gift.

 

Then there’s the father. 

Obsessively watching the road home, ready to throw away all his dignity, all his injuries, and embrace his lost son. 
If we can put ourselves in his place, we might be able to feel that deep hope and longing for one we have lost. And learn that it is worth it – always worth it in the life of God – to hope and hope that someone who has hurt us, or who has gone astray, will repent. Will return seeking to heal past injuries and begin anew, and give us the opportunity to feel the peace of forgiveness and joy of reunion.

 

(Now it might be worth noting that in the terms of the parable, the lost-and-found child may be restored to the belovedness of a son, but not to an expectation of further inheritance. This forgiveness isn’t an invitation to repeat the original offenses, but a chance to start anew where the possibility of the same offense is removed.)

 

I wonder if any of us long for the chance to forgive, to start again, to welcome back someone who has left us?
I wonder if any of us would be relieved to know that God thinks there is no shame in watching and wishing for the return of love that once was lost.

 

But that’s not all of the father’s story.

Because then he hears how his older son feels insulted, offended, by the welcome of the “sinner”. And may have discovered that he has something to repent of himself. 

Had he taken the faithfulness of the older son for granted? Had he not made sure his close, reliable, child heard and knew the trust the father had in him? The joy and love that underlaid the everyday?

 

I know I’ve had to learn that lesson myself sometimes. 
I don’t know if any or many of you also need nudges to remind us not to take faithfulness for granted – whether it’s the faithfulness of a family member, a friend, or God’s own self.

 

Finally, there’s the older son, standing in the driveway, unable to either go in to the sinner’s party, or stay outside alone and righteous.

I wonder if perhaps he missed, in his life, the same thing I usually miss in reading this story.

That right when the uppity younger son demands early access to his inheritance, the father divides his property [his life in the original Greek] between his sons, implying that the older son, too, has alreadyreceived his inheritance. 

It’s easy to miss in the story, with the father still acting as the head of household and ordering the servants about, but what if it’s literally true already that “all that is mine is yours”? 
That the older son already has all the young goats he could have wanted to celebrate with; has already been given his father’s “life”, his father’s everything?

 

This is the big spiritual challenge of Christianity.

How do we – you, and I, and that mythical elder son – how do we respond to the truth that Jesus has already given us God’s life, God’s everything?

 

It’s the question Paul’s wrestling with for his friends in Corinth, today. Who are we, when we are already a new creation? No longer our old selves waiting to be noticed, cared for, recognized.

Paul answers that by announcing that we are agents of Christ, agents of reconciliation, of healing the brokenness in anyone’s relationship with God, with one another.

 

How many of us – I will ask for show of hands this time – how many of us go through the world – through the office and the chores and the daily news and the desire for a nice dinner out for once – how many of us go through our dailyness fully aware that you are agents of reconciliation? 
That you are, for God’s intents and purposes, Jesus’ presence in the world right now?

 

Or how many of us, I wonder, could be that elder brother, not quite aware that we have already been given all we could ask for, and more? 

How many of us, I wonder, is God inviting today to practice seeing the world through the eyes of God’s own favored child, already gifted with everything God has?

 

How many of us might even be standing – metaphorically – on the step of our own house, God’s house, still trying to realize what it means that we have already, always been beloved, favored, gifted with God’s life, and empowered with the love to welcome, and celebrate, and rejoice in, every loss being healed, every sheep being found, every sibling restored and loved?

 

It's too many lessons to learn in one day.

Too many ways and places to stretch our hearts, and be filled with healing and blessing and love, to fit into one telling of the story.

 

So maybe this story, this parable of Jesus, is a good one to wake up to, over and over. To live through for ourselves: one way, and then another, and then another – until our whole hearts and souls and selves are filled up and flowing over with trust, and rejoicing, and with the unearned and undeservable gift of God’s love.

And the urge to share it, and share it, and share it, this day, and all the days to come.

 

Urgent Fruit

Luke 13:1-9 (Exodus 3:1-15)

I tell you, unless you repent, you will all perish just like those Galileans slaughtered with their sacrificial animals. Like the eighteen people under that collapsed tower at Siloam.

 

Unless you repent, you will all die.

 

Feel uncomfortable yet?

I do.

 

I hear this type of rhetoric from TV preachers after hurricanes, fires, other fatal catastrophes – “you’ll all die like this if you don’t repent/make America a Christian nation, etc.”  Sometimes explicit, sometimes just implied.

 

But today we are hearing it from Jesus.

Jesus. The one who literally came to save us from disaster and evil.

 

From Jesus, while he is telling a crowd in Jerusalem that the TV Evangelist and Pontificating Politician trope of “disaster is God’s punishment for sinners” is wrong. Telling the crowd that their local equivalent to “fires in LA are proof of God’s judgement on sinful sexuality or immoral diversity and equity” is plain nonsense.

God doesn’t drop walls on people because they are worse humans than others.

God doesn’t send fire or tsunami or indiscriminate slaughter by Roman-collaborating law-enforcement to punish people for being bad.

(He told us that two thousand years ago and we still haven’t all managed to internalize it.)

 

Because Jesus is very clear that disaster is not God’s punishment for sin.

But, he tells us, if you do not repent, you will die like them.

 

That seems a little… self-contradictory, maybe?

 

But it’s not.

Because Jesus is telling us that God doesn’t punish that way.
AND that it’s vital and urgent to be right with God, whether we happen to die in our beds at a great old age, or suddenly in a meteor strike.

That if we don’t repent, we – like the local disaster victims cited in today’s conversation – will die without having found the center and purpose of our lives.

 

Because when Jesus talks about repentance, he’s not talking about making a list of our faults and misdeeds and promising not to do the Bad Things again.

When Jesus says “repent”, it means turning your whole heart, your primary attention, toward God’s presence and work in this world. Turning your whole being to the love of God calling us to be transformed by God, to love like God.

 

Of course, that’s easier said than done for many of us.

Jesus knows that.

It can be quite difficult, often, to understand what God is actually up to in the world. And I think it’s a pretty safe guess that was as much of a challenge in Jerusalem twenty centuries ago as it is in the US right now.

Or in Gaza, or Congo, or a lot of other places in the world today.

Turning our whole selves to God, getting fully aligned with God’s love and action in the world, would be a lot easier if God would make it obvious how the day-to-day obstacles and frustrations of our lives have anything to do with God’s love for all people.

Turning our whole hearts to God’s will would be a lot simpler if Jesus clearly explained how international chaos or a mounting pile of national lawsuits, or anything else on the internet or evening news is supposed to help carry humanity to eternal life.

 

But we probably won’t get the clear memo explaining all that this week. Or even in our lifetimes.

And still, urgently, that turning toward God is what we need. That shifting of our attention toward unconditional love, toward the possibility of transformation, toward awe at the holy presence choosing to be with us, is what Jesus urgently warns us toward, demands of us – in the face of frustrations and chaos.

 

Because we need it, to truly live.

Sometimes we need it merely to survive.

And we absolutely need it to “bear fruit”.

 

To become people whose own actions and choices and words nourish others, and ourselves, with God’s love. Like Moses, in our story today, turning from “Why me?” to the deep awareness of God’s promise to be with us, and becoming a beacon of liberation for God’s people.

We need that turn toward God to become people who shape the world around us – a little at a time – to be more like God’s kingdom: generous, and brave, and hope-filled. Growing and life-giving for us, and for others.

 

We need that shifting of our hearts toward the active love of God in order to “bear fruit” of words and actions and choices that may even truly save someone else’s life, or soul and heart. Or save our own.

 

Our world needs that fruit from us now.

It always has.

 

And we ourselves need to experience that fruit of peace and generosity and profound hope and insistent love growing in and through us. Because the fruit we bear for God and others nourishes our own souls first.

And it’s who and what we were created to be and do.

 

But Jesus knows we don’t pull off that essential, urgent transformation all by ourselves.

You heard the story he told us, of the gardener who wants to help that fruitless fig tree become fruitful. Who knows that a fruitless tree can’t be sustained, but says, “let me do everything possible to help this tree grow and bear. Let this round of the seasons be an opportunity, even if it’s all over this time next year.”

 

There’s still time to repent.

Still time to bear fruit.

Still time to be helped, guided, and nurtured so that we can.

 

And equally, urgently, THIS is the time.

This place, this season, this moment as Jesus talks to us, is the time to urgently reorient ourselves to God, away from the demands and noise of cultural expectations, of daily business, of “success” and “failure” and “how it is.”

Before the tree is cut down, this, urgently, is the time to bear fruit – to confidently seek God’s love amid the noise, and let God’s love grow through us into generosity, and courage, and nourishment, and practical, everyday care for one another: helping hands, encouraging words, demands for justice, food for this day, pain relief, inspiration, joy.

 

And the good news is that there is someone to help us - someone who is working to loosen the tight-packed soil of anxiety, strain, and self-interest around our hearts. Working to fertilize our souls with awareness of the strengthening, life-giving presence of God.

 

And when we respond, when we start to open ourselves, draw from God’s earth and God’s people the nourishment we need to bear fruit, every degree we turn toward God, the easier it gets (a tiny bit at a time) to see God’s love at work.
Every step you or I take closer to diving entirely into the flow of love and transformation God pours out into the world, the clearer it is to see God’s work bringing love here, everywhere – right in the middle of all those daily frustrations and obstacles, right in the path of the chaos or intractable challenges swirling around the globe.

And the more we may become the gardeners who help others bear fruit. 

 

So we cannot wait – truly – we cannot wait to begin.

Love Your Enemies

Luke 6:27-38

A lot of what Jesus has to say in this morning’s gospel story sounds like familiar moral teaching to many of us who’ve spent much time in church. (Raise your hand if you’ve heard “Do unto others as you would have them do to you” before.) But other bits may be startling, when we take them literally.

 

All the moral teaching about generosity – giving more than others ask or demand (or sue you for), being merciful, not judging or condemning, lend and do good without expecting any return – are rooted by Jesus in the idea that we must love our enemies, do good to those who hate us, bless and pray for people who revile, curse, or insult us.

 

Wait, what!?

 

Anyone hearing Jesus the first time, or listening to Jesus now, might naturally ask: “How can it possibly be a good idea to love the people who are doing horrible things to everyone – or even just to us?

(Isn’t the right thing to object? To protest, to try to stop the horrible things?
Of course it is.)

For that matter, isn’t it genuinely dangerous to cooperate with abuse, to offer yourself to others’ violence, to give generously to thieves – whether government or corporate or malicious lawsuit thieves, or pickpockets and car window smashers?

(Of course it is. What a terrible idea.)

 

And Jesus was saying these things directly and first to a bunch of people who were living under occupation, with an autocratic local ruler, and were, in many cases, subsistence farmers and fishers and tradespeople.

Sounds dangerous. And odd that Jesus is talking to the disempowered about how to act from a position of power. Talking to the “have nots” about how to act from having abundance.

 

Because he’s not talking about how to collaborate with oppression.

He’s talking about how to act when we already live, here and now, in the kingdom of God.

How to act in the midst of the often screwed up, mean and broken world we occupy, when you are already living in the fullness of God’s love and strength and power, filled up and running over the containers of our lives. With peace like a river, joy like a fountain, and love like an ocean in our souls.

 

Because that’s how Jesus himself lives, and how Jesus tries to teach us to live.

 

If you live like that, it’s not so dangerous to be generous to thieves and haters and internet trolls and imperious Roman soldiers. Because no matter what you give away to them, you yourself will never run out of love and strength and trust and goodness. And that is an act of resistance against violence and hatred and evil.

When you live filled up with the unlimited peace, joy, resilience, and love God places within you, cannot be drained or conquered; you cannot lose, because God’s love can never run out.

 

It’s still scary.

Your cheek is still going to get hurt when you turn it to a Roman soldier or riot cop.

You’re still going to be chilly when you give away not just your outerwear, but your shirt.

You’re still going to be missing the material goods or wealth or time that you gave away to someone who hadn’t earned it and won’t pay it back.

It’s still going to be a big emotional effort to love those enemies.

 

Which love – by the way – does not mean you have to agree with, or cooperate with those enemies.

Loving your enemy, Jesus’ way, means not concession or collaboration, but empathy.

Many of us here may have known a toddler terrorist at some point in our lives, and have already practiced this. Because when that self-centered and reckless child of God is noisily and violently upset that grapes are juicy today (like they are every day), or that their shoes are too yellow for the occasion, or that the world is just wrong, we know how to say in our hearts “Same, friend. Same. I feel you.” AND make clear that we are still not going to throw the grapes at other people, or kick every shelf in Target.

 

Loving your enemies does not mean condoning their actions, or giving up resistance to evil. It means looking at the “enemy” across from you and remembering that this person, too, was created by God, is a beloved child of God, and God yearns for them (and us) to turn from enmity and evil, and be filled with the peace and joy and love of God running through their souls.

AND loving your enemy prompts you to object to the evil-doing, protest the horrors, urge the end of violence, protect others from abuse.

Because love wants what is best for the other.

And God’s love, joy, and peace will – given the chance – push evil and the desire for enemies and conquest out of anyone’s heart and soul.

 

And none of this – none of that enemy-love, that generosity to the undeserving, that willingness to meet violence with peace, to bless the haters – is something Jesus is telling us to do from our own strength and resources.

None of it is what God expects us to do to earn God’s love.

All of it is what we do when we are tapped in to the love and joy and peace of God welling up within us. When we are rooted in God’s strength, not depending on our own limited endurance.

 

And for those of us who don’t always feel the peace, joy, and love of God welling up within us, and giving us power to transform hate to love, I promise you, Jesus is not telling us to seek out abuse from a position of weakness or give what we do not actually have.

But he’s still speaking to you, to us, all the same.

And I believe he’s telling us to do what we can do, if we can’t do it all like him.

 

To pay attention so you notice the day when you do have the peace or the strength you need to make a generous gesture to the world’s most annoying co-worker, if you don’t have enough peace and strength to love your mortal enemy.

To notice when you have the compassion or the joy that makes it more natural, just for today, to give to the undeserving, to settle an argument without winning it, to demand justice for others again, even though the first seventeen attempts fell on deaf ears, or got you in trouble.

 

And to pay attention so we notice the others around us who bubble up with peace, or joy, or love. Because those examples, those fountains of grace, can deepen our experience of the love of God that will make us more like Jesus. More capable of that transforming generosity.

 

I know I can always find those examples in the Trinity Preschool.

Any time I might need it, our children and teachers will remind me that the answer to almost any need is to be a good listener – and then I quiet myself for a moment, and notice God whispering unconditional love into my ears and heart. 

Any time I need it, I can find joy in the play and friendships and new discoveries our children are sharing – and that helps unclog the fountain of God’s joy that wants to bubble in my soul.

And when I really need a reminder that love can never be defeated, one child will quietly mention in chapel that God never leaves us. And my heart stops for a second, and starts beating again with all the rhythm of God’s love.

 

Those reminders are all around us, even if you don’t get to spend time in our Preschool like I do.

I find examples day-to-day in surprising places on the internet, and among my family and friends, when I am paying attention. I know that seeing peace resist violence on the Edmund Pettus Bridge in Selma, love overwhelm hate in front of the US Supreme Court, or good done without expectation of return on a playground in elementary school, has transformed lives and re-directed the course of society.

I know there are thousands more little words and actions that, if we watch and listen, can free God’s power and love, God’s joy and peace, to spill through you and me, so that like Jesus, we can do the impossible.

Love our enemies – just a bit or with all our hearts.

Give beyond anyone’s expectations, turn violence into peace, turn the world merciful and good – for a moment, with one action – or with all of our lives.