Thursday, February 23, 2017

In a World Full of Refugees: Who is s Stranger, a Foreigner, an Alien?



You shall also love the stranger, for you were strangers in the land of Egypt. Deut. 10: 19

Around 1850, unknown to each other, two families left Germany and found themselves in Canada, one in the Kitchener-Waterloo area, the other near Walkerton. For eight generations the family provided a living for their families: as yeoman, farmers, landowners, teachers, nurses.  German was spoken, the faith was Lutheran, and German traditions were incorporated into Canadian life. I am the eighth generation of these two families; not that you would know by my last name as it changed from “Mueller” when I was married.
I am a Canadian. I belong!
I practice Christianity as a Lutheran. I belong!
I belong until asked, “How does someone with a name like McNabb, end up Lutheran?”
I belong until my grown-up journey is interrupted... 
I grew up around Georgian Bay with beautiful big water, jack pines, limestone and granite.
My job took me to Northern NB where the land was unfamiliar: big water was a river, there was little corn with few cows in the fields, rock striation was vertical, there were no cedar trees. I was exiled from familiar scenery like that represented in the Northern paintings of Tom Tompson and the Group of Seven. I was aghast on one occasion to hear directed at me, “Well you’re just an Upper Canadian.” I belonged to the community in which I lived, but, a part of me felt like the stranger, a foreigner, an alien.
My job brought me to Halifax, NS.
Nova Scotia felt like coming home. It looked a bit like Northern ON with rocks and trees, and water so big you can’t see across it. The peninsula of the city is like an old European city. The city has a spirit, one that holds in tension the colliding of old and new, a warmness where visitors are treated as guests, where organic fair trade coffee and locally crafted beer is found on every other corner.  I was shocked the first time I heard the quip “CFA,” that means a person who “comes from away.”  Twelve years later, I am, and will remain a CFA.
 I belong here.  My spirit is akin to this place.  I belong to the community in which I live, but, a part of me feels like a stranger, a foreigner, an alien.
And I guess a piece of me, my heart (is grounded) in the Algonquin forest, not in Alex Colville paintings, or the great depictions of ships at sea that flood the NS Art Gallery.
The smell of the sea does not smell like the Great Lakes.
The sea air is not home, as much as my spirit is akin with the spirit of Halifax, I remain a
CFA:  a stranger, a foreigner, an alien.

God,
I belong
I feel that I should
Eight generations of living in this land
Designated as Canadian
White, privileged
And yet,
Although a Maritimer --- an Upper Canadian, a CFA---
I belong and yet, a stranger, a foreigner, an alien
In my homeland.
Perhaps we all belong and are all strangers at the same time.
Embracing this may I enfold every other as sister, as brother, for we all journey on foreign land.
Amen.


an additional prayer:

God of Land and Sky and Sea,
As you journeyed in the creation of all things,
You filled the world with Mystery and wonder.
There is a piece of you in all.
The variety is overwhelming; astounding.
May the pieces of land and sky and sea,
that we experience, awe us such that we approach all journey 
and everyone's story with a new understanding ---
an inkling of respect.
May our journey be one diverse abundant trail where 
Mystery binds our hearts as one.
Amen.       

Sunday, February 12, 2017

Keepers of the Springs - Improving Relationships (Epiphany 6A)





American preacher, Peter Marshal, had a published sermon entitled, Keepers of the Spring. Although the sermon’s point in the end, is to speak about the disparity of society as the fault of women not living into their roll as mother; the sermon begins with a story that I wish to re-tell as we contemplate wisdom as a theme in this morning’s scripture.

Once upon a time, there was a town at the foot of a mountain range.  High up in the hills, a strange and quiet forest dweller took it upon himself to be the Keeper of the Springs. He patrolled the hills and wherever he found a spring, he cleaned its brown pool of silt and fallen leaves, of mud and mould and took away from the spring all foreign matter, so that the water which bubbled up through the sand ran down clean and cold and pure.  The water leaped sparkling over rocks and dropped joyously in crystal cascades until, swollen by other streams, it became a river of life to the busy town: where it whirled millwheels, refreshed gardens, fed fountains, was swimming ground for swans, and children played on the bank.
But the City Council was a group of hard-headed, hard boiled business people.  They scanned the civic budget and found in it the salary of the Keeper of the Springs. Said the Keeper of the Purse: “Why should we pay this romance ranger? We never see him; he is not necessary to our town’s work like. If we build a reservoir just above the town, we can dispense with his services and save his salary.”  So, the City Council voted to dispense with the unnecessary cost of a Keeper of the Springs, and to build a cement reservoir.  The Keeper of the Springs no longer visited the brown pools but watched from the heights while they built the reservoir.
When it was finished, it soon filled up with water, to be sure, but the water did not seem to be the same.  It did not seem to be as clean, and a green scum soon befouled its stagnant surface.  There were constant troubles with the delicate machinery of the mills, for it was often clogged with slime, and the swans found another home about the town. At last, an epidemic raged, and the clammy, yellow fingers of sickness reached into every home in every street and lane.
The City Council met again.  Sorrowfully, it faced the city’s plight, and frankly it acknowledged the mistake of the dismissal of the Keeper of the Springs.  They sought out the hermit hut high in the hills, and begged him to return to his former joyous labour. Gladly he agreed, and began once more to make his rounds.
It was not long until pure water came lilting down under tunnels of ferns and mosses and to sparkle in the cleansed reservoir.  Millwheels turned again as of old.  Stenches disappeared.  Sickness waned and convalescent children playing in the sun laughed again because the swans had come back.

Marshall farther along preaches:
There never has been a time when there was a greater need for Keepers of the Springs, or when there were more polluted springs to be cleansed.
And likewise stresses:
If Keepers of the Springs desert their posts or are unfaithful to their responsibilities, the future outlook of this country is black indeed.  This generation needs Keepers of the Springs who will be courageous enough to cleanse the springs that have been polluted.

This morning consider yourself a Keeper of the Springs. This is in keeping with the exhortation of Moses from Deuteronomy, from St. Paul advising the Corinthians, and Jesus extrapolating on the law with the crowds. Each – Moses, Paul, and Jesus- are inviting and insisting that people live to a higher moral, ethical, and spiritual standard; concentrating on the importance of right relationships – for in this there is life and health for the whole community.  It takes Keepers of the Springs to ensure health, life, and shalom.

Deuteronomy is a book of three sermons.  The first revisits the past from slavery in Egypt through to the present time where the people are standing in the land of Moab ready to enter into the Promised Land, after spending 40 years in the desert.  The second sermon reiterates the importance of relationship with God and the keeping of the law. It comments on the beauty and true living that can come from living for the common good.  The third sermon stresses that when the people will inevitably screw up, by not following the law, following their own desires, or forgetting God, all can be restored with repentance.
Moses’ sermon is quite blunt:
See, I have set before you today life and prosperity, death and adversity. 16 If you obey the commandments of the Lord your God that I am commanding you today, by loving the Lord your God, walking in his ways, and observing his commandments, decrees, and ordinances, then you shall live and become numerous, and the Lord your God will bless you in the land that you are entering to possess. But if your heart turns away and you do not hear, but are led astray to bow down to other gods and serve them, I declare to you today that you shall perish; you shall not live long in the land that you are crossing the Jordan to enter and possess.
The people of Israel are being called to live according to a set of rules: moral, ethical, spiritual. They are being set aside as Keepers of the Springs. The Springs are springs of life, health, and wholeness. The Springs begin in having relationship within the depths of God. For those who have never noticed, there is something special about the ordering of the Ten Commandments.  The first three are about relationship with God, the 7 remaining are about relationship with other people; the ability of the last seven are contingent on the first three; for ones’ experience of God allows one to entertain other human relationship. Without an outside source of compassion and grace, it would be impossible to get beyond the importance of self to venture into the face and heart of another.
In the scripture from Matthew, Jesus is specifically speaking to the Law of Moses as in Deuteronomy. This sermon is a continued recounting of Jesus’ sermon on the mount.    Jesus is commending the law to his listeners; shockingly, he upholds the law and insists on a deeper following of the law. Jesus exhorts his followers to embrace standards of righteousness that exceed the legal requirement and traditional expectations. (Sundays and Seasons 2017 -Augsburg) Jesus is teaching the crowd how to be Keepers of the Springs.

To be Keepers of the Springs:
We recognize that the Springs are the life and grace that flow from the Creator, from God.  The water is pure, lifegiving, and a never ending free gift to all.  These waters were in the beginning with God, always have been, always will be.  They are the source of life.
We recognize that the Springs, mostly because of human beings, get full of dirt and debris.  This would be the mess we see around us; all the mess coming down to sin ---broken relationships which is most seen in self-centred pursuits; in politics, on City Councils, in churches, board meetings, in the school yard.  The debris can include: injustice, poverty, power. Dirt is made of broken families, forgotten members of society, inequality. Wisdom – the Spirit of God – places in us the understanding that dirt and debris can be removed; continually checked and cleaned.
We recognize that in many places the Keepers of the Springs are no longer paid or seen as important.  Cement reservoirs have been made and life gets muddier, morals turn green, ethics become slimy, spiritual health gets bogged down; compassion is washed away. And with this society becomes an entity all about its own survival, consumption, and expansion, no matter the cost --- people do not matter.  In this world, one keeps laws or creates new ones to be self-serving, not for the wholeness of life.
To be a Keeper of the Springs, Jesus’ words and Paul’s words hit hard.
Paul speaks that the wisdom held by the Keeper of the Springs, is a different kind of wisdom than that of the rulers of the age, who do not understand God’s wisdom --- the wisdom of relationship, with God first and then other human beings.
So what does it mean to exceed legal requirements and traditional expectations?
Fearlessly persist in taking down walls, build bridges, offer kindness, question intolerance, fight repulsion, stand to protect and give voice to neighbours.
Personal development gurus and church growth hot-shots suggest that each person or company or church succeeds when it proceeds from an articulated operation or mission statement.  They say that every action or decision made, should first go through the filter of that statement. 
This is how to go about being a Keeper of the Springs.  Each decision and action you take, send it through the law… a relationship filter.  Will this decision or action make relationships better?  If not, then don’t do it. See what happens over the period of a week if most of what you are about is all about relationship with God or others. I suspect the waters of life will be fresher, purer, and more lifegiving; not only for you, but those who live down stream.
As Keepers of the Springs be persistent to your posts and faithful to your responsibilities, the future outlook of the world is dependent upon it.  This generation needs Keepers of the Springs who will be courageous enough to cleanse the springs that have been polluted, and to tirelessly repair relationship for the wellbeing of the whole people of God.

 I call heaven and earth to witness against you today that I have set before you life and death, blessings and curses. Choose life so that you and your descendants may live, loving the Lord your God, obeying God, and holding fast to God; for that means life to you and length of days, so that you may live in the land that the Lord swore to give to your ancestors, to Abraham, to Isaac, and to Jacob. To Sarah, Rebekah, Leah, and Rachel.

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