Sunday, August 18, 2013

Dangerous

Luke 12:49-56 (Hebrews 11:29-12:2; Isaiah 5:1-7)


Did you notice all those eruptions of violence and judgment, division and fire in the various scripture we heard this morning?

It’s gory stuff; heavy stuff.
And it’s the middle of August, when those of us who aren’t on vacation probably want to be. 
If you’d asked me, I would have picked a different gospel for today.  Maybe “consider the lilies” or maybe one of those parables with a feast in it…

But the angry or dangerous elements show up in everything we read today, because there’s destruction, wrath, and judgment seeded all through the Bible,  “Old” Testament and “New.” 
So perhaps, even in August, the church -- and beyond the church, the whole family of God – is not meant to be a comfortable place.

Which is, of course, exactly what Jesus is talking about.
Not about whether we like the music, have cushions for the pew, or other physical comforts in worship, but about how seriously following Jesus is going to get us into dangerous, stressful, painful situations,              
not maybe, but definitely.

I’ve come to set fire to the earth, Jesus says.
Don’t think I have come to bring peace; no, I bring division! The kind of division that happens when you bring an ax or a sword down on something. Families will be divided.  Unpredictably.  Unevenly. Don’t you people understand what’s coming????

It’s so clear to Jesus, and he seems frustrated that we don’t always see it, too.
His first disciples, the crowds who followed him for healing and miracles and rousing preaching, all of them expected him to fix the system.
All of them expected the Messiah they had waited for to get rid of the foreign invaders, and bring back the golden age.  To bring security and assurance in daily life and in our relationship with God.

That last isn’t much different from what a lot of people are looking for in the church today.  Including me, often.  And maybe many of you.

It’s probably perfectly normal to want assurance, comfort, and stability in our relationship with God, not to mention our daily lives,
and if we Christians advertised ourselves as firestarters, disrupters of the peace, and guaranteed to spilt up your family, would you have joined? Or stuck with it?

Maybe.
Maybe.
Because even if we are comfortable in church today, we have to take seriously the disruptive, dangerous power of Jesus, and of the gospel, and the kingdom of God.

You can’t – really cannot – overthrow injustice and establish righteousness in a few tidy steps with no one getting hurt. 
Just look at Egypt.  And most of their neighbors.  Look at Iraq.

You can’t feed the poor and heal the sick without pissing off a LOT of people and groups with deep, entrenched, real power.  Look at the fights over “Obamacare” and the gutting of real help for hungry Americans in this summer’s “Farm Bill.

You can’t love your neighbor as yourself without tripping over a lot of fears and prejudice.  Look what happens when people start identifying with Trayvon Martin or George Zimmerman.
Look what happens when gay and lesbian people want to be married, and serve openly in the military, and bisexual and transgendered people want equal protection under the law.  That’s hardly been a love fest in this country, no matter what it looks like on Pride weekend.

All those things divide families, often violently.
They disrupt peace and security, sow stress and distress, and spark fires that are metaphorical and real.
And they’re all the gospel.

The gospel is dangerous.
Jesus is, too.
And it’s not a bad thing if we leave church today alert, and wary, and looking over our shoulders, instead of comfortable and secure.


Because justice, healing, equity, and love are incredibly disruptive, but we need them.
We need them, the world needs them, more than security, or power, or wealth.
And God needs this. God needs you and me to want God’s kingdom enough that we can see the disruption and distress coming, and leap forward to welcome that kingdom anyway.

This week I heard the story of Viola Liuzzo on the radio.  She was a white woman active in the NAACP in Detroit when she heard about the voting rights march from Selma to Montgomery, Alabama.  She told her husband, “This is everybody’s fight,” kissed her children, and drove south.

At the end of the march, she was driving others back to their Alabama homes, when a car full of Klu Klux Klan members tried to force her off the road, then shot her in the head.
She was the only white female protester killed in the civil rights movement.
And that was only the beginning of the division.

Her family were hounded in their neighborhood, for being “nigger-lovers.”  One daughter had to change schools, and the family needed armed guards for years.
Vicious rumors about Viola spread, locally and nationally – an attempt to divert attention from the FBI informant with the Klan members who shot her.
Her husband turned to alcohol; the children moved away, at least one with post-traumatic stress disorder.

Justice and equity are dangerous.
Healing, hope, and fierce love for our neighbors are some of the most disruptive forces on earth.
Because they scare people who are used to our broken world, and power doesn’t like change.

That’s what Jesus said to his followers so many years ago, and to us today.
The gospel is dangerous.
And we need to embrace that.

Two years ago, Viola Liuzzo’s daughter Sally moved back to Detroit, to the place where she lost her mother, and was driven out of school, because, she said, “There’s a lot of work to be done in Detroit, still.”

She wants to help the world remember her mother the way she does, loving and loved, determined and purposeful,making a real difference, marching toward the dangers of justice, equity, love, and healing, because those gifts, those gospel gifts, matter more than all the disruption they cause.

Sally Liuzzo-Prado remembers a conversation with Martin Luther King III, son of a much more famous civil rights martyr, at the dedication of the Civil Rights Memorial in Montgomery.
She told the reporter:  "He pulled me aside, said, 'I wanted you to know something: 30 years ago, my dad couldn't be in this ballroom. And today you and I are here together, and it's because of your mother.'”
She’s never forgotten that.

And we can’t forget, no matter how comfortable we feel in church or in life, that our faith is about fire, disruption, stress, and division;
justice, equity, healing and love.

Dangerous, every one of them. And they belong together.

This is the gospel of the Lord.
Thanks be to God.


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