Monday, January 18, 2016

Jesus the Alchemist


When I was a small kid, I loved going to weddings. For me they were exciting and glamorous affairs. I reveled in seeing brides in their white gowns and the glowing candelabras. And there was music--the solos and of course, the wedding marches.

When I was six, I was ring bearer in my aunt’s wedding. I was proud as a peacock as I marched down the aisle carrying my silk cushion and its two rings. Weddings were magical affairs to my young imagination.

So I find it striking that Jesus’ first miracle in the Gospel of John takes place at a wedding. Scholars speculate that the wedding couple may have been related to Jesus’ family.

His mother, Mary, for example, is more pre-occupied with the wedding arrangements than we would expect a normal guest to be. The bride or the bridegroom may have been a niece or a nephew.

Jewish weddings in Jesus’ time were drawn-out happenings. First there was the festive procession as the bridegroom brought his bride from her father’s house to his. Then the young married couple would open their new home to family and neighbors for a marriage banquet that might go as long as a week. You wanted to have plenty of food and drink on hand.

The wedding couple in this story is caught in an embarrassing situation.  Sometime during those seven days of feasting, the supply of wine ran out. By ancient standards of hospitality, that would be a humiliation to the brand new family.

Maybe that’s why Mary steps in. She wants to spare her relatives the shame that will befall their reputation. So she goes to her son, apparently hoping he will come to the couple’s rescue.

Jesus comes across as somewhat put out. He says his hour has not yet come. Yet he does intervene. He tells the servants to fill the stone jars reserved for foot and hand washing with water. This was water set aside for the humblest of uses.

Then he tells them to draw some of it and carry it to the maitre d’ of the feast. Behold, the water has turned into wine, wine of superior quality.

We see in this story that Jesus was no puritan or ascetic. He enjoyed a good dinner and a good drink. In fact, in one of the other gospels, his critics charge that he is a glutton and a drunkard.  Presumably that’s because of how often Jesus sat at dinner with people, and all too often with the wrong people in society’s eyes.

When I was in college, I had a good friend who grew up in a Baptist church, just as I did. He told me that his pastor once preached on this text. Beating his hand on the pulpit, the preacher said that when the text says Jesus turned the water into wine, we should understand it was not real wine. Just grape juice.  So much for a literal reading of the Bible.

It is important to remember that Jesus was one who enjoyed a glass of good wine. And so can we as Christians.

Life in God’s kingdom is never described in the Bible as one of gloom and deprivation. Instead it is described in the image of a joyful feast.

I reaffirm that image every time I celebrate the Lord’s Supper. When I open up the service of the sacrament, I like to do so with the words, “Friends, this is the joyful feast of God.” For it is.

I don’t want to discount the danger of alcoholism. Asceticism and denial have their place in the Christian life, especially when we have made the gifts of God into addictions.

The gift becomes a prison. The only way to break out of that prison may be a time, even sometimes a lifetime, of abstention.

But when we practice abstention, let us be careful not to defame God’s good gifts. Because of our addictions, we may have to abstain from eating, drinking alcohol, or even compulsive playing of video games or shopping. But when we do, it is not because the activity itself is evil, but because we are letting it control our life.

John, the gospel writer, says this miracle is a sign. It reveals something about Jesus’ glory. This comment signals to us that John wants us to see in this story more than an extraordinary miracle. It reveals something about the very essence of Jesus’ mission.

When you read the commentaries, as I did when I was preparing this sermon, you find this story contains layers upon layers of symbolism. I won’t tire you with unpacking them all. They are there nonetheless.

What captures my attention, however, is the essence of the miracle. It transforms something as base and common as water into the delicacy of superior wine.

This brings to mind the ancient quest of alchemy, that dream of ancient scientists to find a chemical agent to transform lead into gold.

In a sense Jesus comes across in this story as the one truly successful alchemist. Instead of turning lead into gold, he turns water into wine—something equally difficult to do.

And this is a revelation of what Jesus’ whole life, death, and resurrection are about.

We can say, for example, that his mission is to turn base, sinful humanity into glorious children of God.

His mission is to turn our mortal life in the flesh into eternal life.

His mission is to turn the tragic and painful happenings of our lives into happenings that deepen rather than destroy our lives, that lead us into deeper wisdom and compassion, that usher us into a richer experience of the presence of God in our lives.

In a sense, Christ’s mission is to turn the grains of tragic sand in our lives into glistening pearls, to turn the dreary routines of our daily lives into glorious opportunities to be with God.

My favorite example of that is a man named Nicholas Hermann. He was a humble soldier and footman in 17th century France.  Later he entered a monastery where he was given the name Lawrence, and assigned duties as a cook in the monastery kitchen.

It is easy to think that kitchen duties have nothing to do with the religious life. But Brother Lawrence, as we know him today, did not agree. He decided to make the daily routines of his kitchen an opportunity to engage in a constant conversation with God.

As he would go about this work, he would periodically utter short prayers to God. Nothing elaborate, just short little sentence prayers that lifted whatever he was doing into God’s presence.

He did this for years on end. The result was something like alchemy in his own life. He developed a deep sense of God’s constant presence with him in everything he did.

He also developed a spiritual maturity that made him sought out as a spiritual counselor. His simple advice to others was collected and published in a short book, called The Practice of the Presence of God. It has been a classic on the spiritual life ever since.

What I always like about his experience is something he says in that book. “I decided to sacrifice my life with all its pleasures to God,” he says. “But He greatly disappointed me in this idea, for I have met nothing but satisfaction in giving over my life to Him.”

The base water of his daily existence had been turned into the delicate wine of close intimacy with God.

It is easy to see the spiritual alchemy of Christ at work in the lives of extraordinary Christians, like Brother Lawrence, who so exemplify the peace and compassion of Christ.

It is harder to see this spiritual alchemy at work when we turn our sight to our own lives. When we look at ourselves honestly, we recognize we are very much mixed bags of faithfulness and faithlessness. It gets even harder when we turn our attention to our church communities.

How many of churches today resemble the church the apostle Paul was addressing in our epistle reading this morning. The church in Corinth was tearing itself apart through dissension and internal rivalries.

Different theological and social factions were competing with each other. Each faction claimed its own special gifts and skills from God. Each seemed to think these gifts were given to enhance their own personal stature and prestige.

Emphatically not, says Paul. You have your gifts for the purpose of building up the whole community of faith. Paul wants them to turn the base competition of their rivalries into the gold of cooperation and community unity.

One important stage in that transformation is coming to realize that unity does not mean uniformity. That has been a great delusion in both Christian and secular history—this belief that a community can only be unified when everyone believes, worships, and acts the same. But such uniformity is not life-enhancing. It leads instead to a bland and lifeless dullness.

What Paul offers up is an alternative vision. One in which unity has a place for a rich diversity of social statuses, theological viewpoints, and ethnic identities. What holds these diversities together is a shared commitment to Jesus Christ as Lord.

This unity Paul espouses also requires each one of us to give second priority to our individual self-interest and give first priority to the community’s interest. In another place in the gospels, Jesus calls that denying ourselves, taking up our cross and following him.

In today’s gospel when Mary asks Jesus to do something about the depleted wine, he says, “Woman, my hour has not yet come.” A strange and puzzling response.

In the gospel of John, the hour of Jesus always means one thing: the hour of his crucifixion. The transforming power of Jesus is not fully released until he undergoes his death in obedience to God’s call.

Maybe the power of Jesus to transform our own lives cannot be fully released until we too have experienced the depths of despair and of frustration and of death. It is a basic principle of Alcoholics Anonymous that no one can really begin the road to sobriety until they have hit bottom.

I think this is also a repeated experience in our spiritual journey towards wholeness. In the times of despair and frustration, times of soul-shaking tragedy when we hit bottom as well, we realize we cannot go on as we have been. God is going to need to lead us through our desert into a new experience of his life-giving presence. And God can and does.

That is one of the messages of good news that John wants us to hear in the story of the miracle at Cana. When I read it with its promise of transformation, of turning water into wine, I find myself saying, “O God, let it be true!” That prayer reflects something of the faithlessness that still resides in my heart.

Then in the story, I hear Mary tell the servants to do whatever her son tells them to do. Maybe this is the key to how this amazing transforming power of Jesus enters our lives. We must develop the spiritual sensitivity to listen for what Jesus is telling us to do and then do it.

Turning water into wine. That is what Jesus came to do. Will we work with him in his mission or work against him? That is the question I leave with you today.  Thanks be to God. Amen.

preached January 17, 2016, by the Rev. Gordon Lindsey

Monday, January 11, 2016

The Gentle Power of God


As you noticed from the litany we recited at the start of our service this morning, today we are celebrating the baptism of Jesus by John the Baptist.
Image by Davezelenka

Each of the four gospels tells a version of this story, although each tends to emphasize a different feature of the event. What we heard read this morning is Luke’s version. Luke is unique in his telling in two ways.

First, Luke implies that Jesus was baptized as part of a larger crowd that came to hear John preach. We can think of John as a kind of Jewish revival preacher. He preaches judgment and repentance to God’s people.

When I read Luke’s story, I get the sense that Jesus may have come to the Jordan River to hear John preach just as some of us might attend a revival meeting to hear an especially gifted evangelist speak. Jesus may have come not anticipating anything special happening to him. But it does. As he is baptized, the Holy Spirit falls upon him, empowering him to begin the ministry that God had planned for him from the day of his birth.

When we read the story of Jesus’ baptism, the question almost immediately arises: Why was Jesus baptized at all? John’s baptism is a baptism of repentance. Why was Jesus baptized if we believe he was sinless?

Well, coming with the crowds to be baptized may have been a deliberate decision by Jesus to identify himself with sinners. We sometimes talk about Jesus becoming sin for our sakes so that we can be set free from sin. He does that supremely by his death, but he may have begun that process by coming with the crowds to be baptized by John.

All this is speculation on my part, but we do have to deal with the fact that Luke emphasizes Jesus’ oneness with the crowd that John baptizes.

The second unique feature of Luke’s telling is that he tells us that the Holy Spirit descends upon Jesus while Jesus is praying after his baptism. No other gospel writer includes that detail. The link between the Holy Spirit and prayer is a special emphasis in Luke’s writings, both in his gospel and the Book of Acts. We heard that emphasis in the Acts reading this morning. There Luke tells us that the Holy Spirit descends upon the new Samaritan Christians when the apostles Peter and John pray over them.

Luke also tells us the story of Pentecost, when the Holy Spirit descends upon the infant church for the first time. That event happens, Luke tells us, after Jesus ascends into heaven. The original disciples spent the intervening time in constant prayer.

If we read further in Luke’s writings, we find he seems to regard the Holy Spirit as the supreme gift God gives to his people. But that can puzzle us. What, after all, does the New Testament mean when it talks about the Holy Spirit?

One thing the New Testament writers mean by that term is the power of God, the personal power of God at work in all creation and at work within us.

When we talk about God as all powerful, I think we tend to think of God exercising his power like a bull dozer. He moves mountains by plowing into them with incredible force, almost violent force, and then moving tons of earth from here to there.

There are indeed times when God does seem to act with such mighty force. He does so when he frees the Israelites from Egyptian bondage. And he does so when he raises Jesus from the dead.

And he has done so in some peoples’ individual lives, as when God seems to dramatically cure a cancer patient of her disease. Or when God seems to work a transformation in a person’s life that changes that life almost overnight.

I learned of such a dramatic transformation when I happened to read the story of the conversion of Bill Wilson, the co-founder of Alcoholics Anonymous.

Bill W., as he is known to anyone who participates in AA, was a prisoner of drink. It was shattering his personal life as well as his relationships with his family. Finally, when it appeared he could fall no farther, he entered a hospital that treated alcohol addiction in 1933.

There a former drinking buddy visited him and shared how he had found sobriety through a moral renewal movement. Bill W. was a thorough rationalist and rejected his friend’s suggestions as irrational. But later a severe depression descended upon him. In his desperation, he cried out, “If there be a God, let him show himself.” Suddenly, he said, the room was blazing for him with a bright light. And he felt an ecstasy like none he had ever experienced. Then he was seized by the thought, “You are a free man.”

Wilson’s encounter with God’s mighty power was the turning point of his life. He was sure he would never drink again, and he never did.[1]

In Bill W’s case, God moved like the spiritual bulldozer I mentioned earlier. God’s power was dramatic and strong and immediate.

But we do a disservice if we present the idea that God always exercises his power in such dramatic expressions. We overlook the many other ways God exercises his power in gentle, unassuming ways. And that is part of what is important to hear as we listen to the story of Jesus’ baptism.

The Holy Spirit, God’s power, descends upon Jesus in the gentle form of a dove. We think of the dove as a symbol of peace. And it is this peaceful way of thinking of God’s power that our gospel story sets before us this day.

This should remind us that the most frequent images the New Testament writers use to talk about God’s power are not images of explosive energy, like the energy unleashed by a volcanic eruption. Rather the images we encounter most often are images of a more gentle force, like breath and wind.
The Holy Spirit is also closely linked to water. Jesus, for example, talks about the Spirit as the spring of living water that springs up in the believer’s heart.

Water is one of the most powerful natural forces in the world. And yet it seems so soft and giving, as when we plunge a hand into a flowing stream or we dive into a swimming pool. Water does not resist our touch like concrete. Instead it gives way and receives us in.

Or if you pour water onto a rocky field with no grass, it does not penetrate the dirt but flows off without apparently making any impact. But keep up that flow over a course of thousands of years and what do you get? The Grand Canyon. In this respect, water can literally move mountains. The gentle impact of repeated rainfall can erode the heftiest mountains of rock and carry their soil into the sea.

We have a good example right here in our neighborhood. Scientists say the Blue Ridge Mountains were once as high and rugged as the Rockies. But repeated rain and snowfalls have eroded them down into something much gentler.

It is this gentle exercise of God’s power that I would like us to focus on this morning as we read the gospel story of the Spirit descending upon Jesus at his baptism. For example, when we baptize an infant, we may be inclined to think: What impact does such a baptism have on an infant? He or she will probably never remember it directly.

Well, for one thing, it brings that infant into the circle of this church, this community where the Spirit is at work among us. As the child grows up in this circle of faith, we can never know how much God will use the faith and service and teaching of each one of you to spiritually shape and mature this new child of God.

When we think about this exercise of the gentle power of God, what does it do for us? Many things, but it particularly empowers us to do the work of Christian service and compassion in the world.
It is important to notice that Jesus does no work of ministry until after his baptism. We have no stories of Jesus casting out demons or healing the sick before his baptism. Instead all of those miracles come afterwards.

Could Jesus have done any of those miracles before he was filled with the Holy Spirit at his baptism? We don’t know for sure. But I suspect he could not have. He, like us, had to wait for that special time when God called him to begin his ministry and then gave him the power to do it.

And so it is, I believe, with the ministries of the church today. Sometimes we ask, “Why does the ministry of our church seem to have so little impact in the community where we live, despite our many active efforts?” Could it be that we are trying to accomplish God’s work solely by our own determination and will power? I compare that to a motorboat, which we drive full speed ahead, trying to overpower all the circumstances of life.

But that is not how ministry works when it is done in the Holy Spirit. Instead it is more like sailing a sailboat. We remain alert to the winds of the Spirit in our lives and world, shifting our sailing as the winds shift.

In such ministry, we are never completely in control. Rather we seek out the Spirit’s leading so we can move with where the gentle power is moving.[2]

Maybe that is why Luke links the work of ministry so closely to prayer. Prayer can support the work of ministry in a number of ways. Let me just suggest two that we can easily overlook.

Everyone who works with the needy in a community, whether in a church, a social service agency or a medical setting, encounters the constant danger of emotional and physical burnout. If we try to solve everyone’s problems, we will find that we dig a deep hole for ourselves and fall into it.

We need ways to replenish our energies by taking breaks from the service we do. And in Christian service, one of the breaks we need to take is setting aside regular times for prayer. It is through prayer that we replenish the spiritual energies that can empower us for the works of care and compassion we do for others.

Prayer can also help us develop a greater sensitivity to the real needs in our community. For example, I have a great respect for the work of food banks and other services that distribute food supplies to the needy. And in no way do I want to devalue that service. But how many of us can look behind the distribution service to see an even deeper need. That is, how can we help address the situations that cause that hunger?

How can we, for example, help unemployed people find jobs to support themselves and their families? How may we help them develop the job skills they may not have? Maybe that means volunteering in literacy programs to help people learn to read.

Or maybe it means helping young mothers and fathers learn to cook so they can serve their families more nutritious meals than a McDonald’s Big Mac and fries. I was once talking with a worker in one of the food banks. He mentioned that many of the fresh vegetables that the service distributed to the hungry got thrown away because people did not know how to cook them. Many young adults, it seems, have grown up today without learning how to cook.

The question here is: How can we help people learn to fish in addition to providing them with fish? I am suggesting that we make some of our prayers the request that the Holy Spirit will open our eyes to deeper needs we easily overlook.

A second thing I want to say about the Holy Spirit is that the Holy Spirit is God’s power of transformation in our lives. He is the one who takes the base metal of our lives and turns it into gold.

That is something I think John the Baptist was trying to get at in our gospel reading this morning when he talks about the one coming after him who will baptize with the Holy Spirit and fire. He links that with separating the wheat from the chaff in our lives.

The apostle Paul will talk about the ways that the Holy Spirit will bring such wonderful gifts into our lives like love, joy, peace, patience, generosity, gentleness, and self-control.[3]

The Spirit brings those gifts often through experiences of changing our attitudes and mindsets. How much more peace there would be in the world today if more of us really put into practice Jesus’ counsel to love our enemies and pray for those who persecute us.

It is not easy to put such counsel into practice. And that’s one reason why Luke encourages us to pray for the Holy Spirit. As we open our lives to the Spirit, we open our lives to the Spirit’s transforming power.

The God we worship as Christians is fundamentally a God, I believe, of gentle power. And as we open our lives to the Holy Spirit, we are inviting that gentle power to work in us. Thanks be to God. Amen.

preached January 10, 2016, by The Rev. Gordon Lindsey 



[1] The story of Bill Wilson is one included in a collection of conversion stories recently published: John M. Mulder, editor, Finding God: A Treasury of Conversion Stories. Grand Rapids, Michigan: Willam B. Eerdmans Publishing Company, 2012. Pages 215-221.
[2] I have adopted the metaphors of the motorboat and the sailing boat from Father Carl J. Arico, “Spiritual Companioning,” published in Contemplative Outreach News, Vol. 29, No. 1, December 2012. Page 4.
[3] This list of the fruits of the Spirit comes from Galatians 5:22-23.

Sunday, January 3, 2016

Temple

New Testament: Luke 2:41-52


Someone once told me, “If you want to know who you are, watch your feet. Because where your feet take you, that is who you are.”[1] When Jesus was a child, I took him to the Temple. But all his life long, his feet kept bringing him back there, even after I begged him not to return, even after it was clear what would happen if he went back.

We named him “Jesus” on the eighth day, just as the angel had said. My parents had raised me to strictly obey the Law given to us by the Lord, and Joseph’s faith was strong, too, so our son was circumcised on the eighth day, as the Law of Moses proscribes.[2] We could do that at home, in Bethlehem, in our synagogue. But on the fortieth day after I had given birth, we had to go to the Temple in Jerusalem so the priest could declare me “clean” once again.[3] We were supposed to bring a lamb for a burnt offering and a turtle-dove for a sin offering, but Joseph and I were so poor – we had nothing! – and our home priest gave us a note saying that the Temple should accept two turtle-doves from us instead.

The journey from Bethlehem to Jerusalem was about five miles as the crow flies, but with a newborn baby in tow, it took us the better part of a day to get there. We were already exhausted by the time we arrived at the Temple gates, and then we had to push our way through the crowds just to get close to the tent of meeting. We were completely out of patience, when all of a sudden, out of nowhere, an elderly man ran up to us – he practically pushed Joseph out of the way! – and asked if he could hold the baby.

What is his name?” the man asked.

“What’s yours?” I asked in return. Maybe more than a little impatience had worked its way into my tone. It had been a long day, and Jesus was a newborn. Do I need to say more?

“I’m Simeon,” he said simply. The look in his eyes was one of kindness and I didn’t have the energy to put up a fuss, so I handed my son over to him. As soon as Simeon took him from me, Jesus’ eyes opened wide. They stared at one another – this old man looking deep into the eyes of my tiny son. For at least three minutes there was sheer silence – the sounds of the Temple faded into the distance – it was like some kind of secret message was passing between them.

Simeon’s voice cracked with emotion as he cried out, “Master! Now you are dismissing your servant in peace, according to your word; for my eyes have seen your salvation, which you have prepared in the presence of all people, a light for revelation to the Gentiles and for glory to your people Israel!”


Joseph and I were astonished, but the man wasn’t done with us. Turning his gaze toward us, he blessed us – I don’t exactly remember the words he used, because after the blessing he handed Jesus back to Joseph, took me by the shoulder and said: “This child is destined for the falling and the rising of many in Israel, and to be a sign that will be opposed – so that the inner thoughts of many will be revealed – and a sword will pierce your own soul too.”

He stepped back and smiled at me. It was a kind of joyfully pained smile, if that makes any sense. I wanted to ask him so much. How did he know about my son’s destiny? Had he met the angel as well? How did he find us, among all these people? But before I could say a word, I heard Joseph calling my name. I turned and saw an old woman, jumping up and down and shouting.

“Listen to me! All of you!” she called out. “This is the promised one! The anointed one! The one who will bring redemption to our city!” She was grabbing people by their sleeves and begging them to come see our son. “He’s beautiful! Beautiful!” she cried. “Praise the Lord!”

I was touched, but I also knew that we still had to make our sacrifice and be on our way. I nudged Joseph (he obviously didn’t know what to do about this woman) and we started moving toward the tent of meeting. The woman – I later found out her name was Anna, and that she was a prophet – motioned for us to be on our way, even as she continued talking.[4]

As we walked away I heard her say: “Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord! Peace in heaven and glory in the highest heaven!”

After we made our sacrifice, it was time to return home. Not to Bethlehem, where we’d been staying since Jesus was born, but home-home: Nazareth. That year, it took us a whole week to get back. And my mind was running the whole time. Angels and prophets had made pronouncements about my son – and he was just a tiny baby. Even then, it felt like the weight of the world was on his shoulders, even if I didn’t fully understand what that meant.

From then on, we made the journey every year to celebrate the festival of Passover. We always took Jesus – and later, his brothers and sisters – with us. They weren’t required to go – I wasn’t even required to go[5] – but we felt it was important that they see the holy city and we wanted them to experience that ancient story of God’s provision and care for our people.

It was twelve years later. We were about a day into our return journey when Joseph and I began to ask our friends and relatives where Jesus was. The more people we asked, the clearer it became that he wasn’t with us. We were terrified, and immediately backtracked, frantically searching for our son. It took us three days to find him, and there he was, in the Temple. He had, apparently, been talking the priests’ ears off all this time.

On the journey back, with Jesus constantly in our sight, Joseph and I talked about what the people in the Temple had said to us.

“There was this one priest,” Joseph said excitedly, “He couldn’t believe how much Jesus knew about the scriptures! ‘Your boy’s got a voracious appetite for the Word!’ he said, and he said we must be teaching him diligently.”

I smiled, but only half-heartedly. “What is it, Mary?” Joseph asked.

I hesitated at first, but he kept prodding me. “Well,” I said. “The priest who spoke to me wasn’t so complimentary. He said Jesus was asking what he called ‘pointless’ questions. Asking why it was unlawful to heal someone on the Sabbath, or why we are supposed to despise the Samaritans, or why it mattered if a person ate at the same table as a tax collector or sinner. Joseph, he even started asking about why it was necessary to bring sacrifices to receive forgiveness!”

“Well that he got that from you,” Joseph said with a smile. “Remember how you griped about those turtle-doves?” And I knew it was true. I had always felt that God’s forgiveness shouldn’t come at a price.

“I know that,” I said, “but he can’t go around saying these things to the priests! This one said to me, very directly, ‘You’re lucky he’s only twelve. If he’s not careful next year, when he’s an adult, he’ll face an adult’s consequences.’”

Joseph got angry at that, and I didn’t blame him. It upset me, too. Enough so that I stayed home the following year and refused to allow Jesus to go to the Temple. I was trying to protect him – to keep him from getting into trouble. And I succeeded, for a few years. But boys grow up. They listen less and less to their mothers. It took more than twenty years, but Jesus’ feet led him back to Jerusalem – and back to that Temple.

When I learned from one of his followers that he planned to return to Jerusalem, I knew I had to go with him. I only wished Joseph was alive to make the journey with me. I couldn’t believe my ears as we walked into that city – that ancient, bustling city – and my son’s followers began shouting those words I’d heard thirtysome years before: “Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord! Peace in heaven and glory in the highest heaven!”[6] I wanted him to correct them, to explain that he was no king. At the very least, I wanted him to give it some time before he went to the Temple.

“Please,” I begged him. “What will the priests think? What will they do? Think of what will happen if you go there now.”

“Mother,” he said, not unkindly, “Think of what will happen if I stay away. This is my calling, my mission. To bring good news to the poor, to proclaim release to the captives, to bring a message of sight to the blind and freedom to the oppressed. To proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor! That message should be heard in the Temple. That message is what the Temple stands for! They’ve just forgotten.”

I looked at him and said, as firmly as I could: “They will kill you, Jesus.”

My son put his hand on my cheek and looked deep into my eyes. He gave me a look that was the mirror image of Simeon’s all those years ago: a mixture of joy and pain.

When he arrived at the Temple, he made a scene. He couldn’t help himself, it seemed. He started driving out the merchants saying, “You are doing all these rituals and they don’t make a single bit of difference in your lives!”[7] From then on, he was a marked man, and I finally knew what Simeon meant when he said, “A sword will pierce your soul, too.”

“If you want to know who you are, watch your feet. Because where your feet take you, that is who you are.”

My son’s feet took him back to Jerusalem, back to the Temple, back into harm’s way. Before that, they took him to the poorest people in Judea – to those who were hungry and weeping and persecuted[8]; they took him to the beds of sick and dying children[9], to colonies for lepers[10], to those haunted by all kinds of demons[11]; his feet took him to the homes of sinners and tax collectors[12] and religious leaders[13]; his own feet even took him to that awful cross.[14]

And now I am trying, along with his followers, to travel that same path.[15]

I am his mother. I gave birth to him. I planted kisses on those feet when they were so small that both could fit in the palm of my hand. I taught him to walk with those feet. And now he is teaching me to walk with mine.

Amen.

Preached January 3, 2016, by Rev. Joshua T. Andrzejewski




[1] Frederick Buechner, The Alphabet of Grace. HarperCollins, 1970. (25)
[2] Barbara Brown Taylor, Feasting on the Word: Year C, Vol. 1. “The Importance of the Temple in Jesus’ Life.” Westminster John Knox Press, 2009. (167)
[5] Paul J. Achtemeier, Feasting on the Word: Year C, Vol. 1. Westminster John Knox Press, 2009. (167)
[7] Amy-Jill Levine, “Luke” in The Jewish Annotated New Testament. Oxford University Press, 2011. (141)
[15] Acts 1:14