Friday, July 25, 2014

The Redemption of Thistles



Pent 6A-2014

The kingdom of heaven may be compared to someone who sowed good seed in his field; but while everybody was asleep, an enemy came and sowed weeds among the wheat.

There are various translations for this passage, perhaps you remember the King James Version where the weeds are rendered as tares; my favourite refers to the weeds as thistles. Thus the title for the sermon: redemption of the thistles.

This passage can so easily be a black and white reading, where the passage is understand as the good and the bad, the churched and the un-churched, the righteous and the unrighteous, the godly and the ungodly, us and them ... where God is supreme judge, and people either go to heaven or go to hell... simple math. But I’m not so sure that the parable is that simple.

When I hear the passage my mind goes searching for an applicable story from living in farm country. Picture fields the size of Point Pleasant Park, row upon row of potato plants: dark green course leaves, about knee height, no movement when the wind blows.  The good seed coming from last year’s potatoes, cut in to three pieces, ideal so each piece usually has an eye, from which, when planted in good soil the eyes sprout, grow and make more potatoes. When growing seed potatoes there are few weeds that grow amongst the plants, but those that do, it really doesn’t matter because at harvesting time the fields are sprayed with top killer and all the weeds and all the potato plants die.  All that is left are the potatoes underground to be harvested via a vacuum machine.  In the years when grain is planted as a crop rotation, the combine goes through the field and the blade cuts everything spitting the wheat heads into the truck and the stock and anything else goes out the back and is left in the field to be tilled under as fertilizer for ground.  That which is tilled under becomes of value to produce good soil for the future.
The real problem with growing seed potatoes is that potato plants themselves can become the weed, the thistle.  Hundreds of acres of seed potato fields are walked every season, two or three times, by roguers.  Roguers are hired hands who look for abnormal plants – either due to disease, or they are another variety of potato, or are just simply different – and those plants are disposed of.

What are weeds? Plants we do not want growing in a particular place.  Weeds are a judgement call. In the seed potato field the plants removed are often fine potatoes, but they corrupt the purity of a particular kind of seed. Other weeds too -- dandelions, camomile, chickory, golden rod, thistle, et cetera – weeds, but also grown for medicine, for tea or coffee substitutes, hardy stock for rope making, fire starting. Who said the weeds had no use; no gift to offer?

Unlike the seed potato farmer who ruthlessly rogues the fields to eradicate that which is different, the farmer in Jesus’ parable of the field allows for both the wheat and the thistle to grow side by side.  The same attention is given to both: the same good soil, the same amount of water, the same amount of sunlight – there is no preferential treatment for the wheat, both wheat and thistle are loved equally.

Is there a possibility that Jesus is flipping human logic on its ear? Redefining our sense of judgement, the other, the things we quickly wish to throw away? Could Jesus’ explanation of kingdom be pushing the disciples buttons to contemplate notions of fair, faithful, whose included? The planter and creator is so generous in this story. The wheat and the thistle grow together.  Could it be for the welfare of both?  Perhaps God waits for the harvest, still waiting into our day, waiting for the wheat to rub off on the thistle, for the thistle to challenge the wheat to grow deeper roots, for both to learn the necessity of sharing the soil, the sunlight, and the rain.
What I sense in this kingdom story is a gratefulness, a gratitude that grows from the heart of the farmer.
I am grateful that I have come to know a God that is not a God of black and white, rather wrinkled in grey because grey allows God to look beyond the designation of wheat or thistle and offer unconditional love regardless.

And I live out of gratitude because I am not so sure that the interpretation of this text is for us to judge ourselves against others; that the wheat and thistle are just to be interpreted as two separate plants.  I live out of the understanding and experience of God’s unconditional love and abundant grace. And I am so thankful so very thankful because I am both; wheat and thistle. I hear the phrase attributed to Martin Luther, simul justus et peccator, a person is simultaneously saint and sinner. Wheat and thistle?
Notice what Luther mentions first -  the saint part, for by baptism into Christ’s death we have been redeemed
The wheat is planted first, and through the wheat there might just be redemption for the thistle.

Giovanni Antonio Boltraffio in 1495 painted his work The Virgin and the Child. In it the Virgin Mary wears an Italian looking silk brocade gown decorated with the pattern of the thistle, at the time the thistle commonly symbolized the redemption of humankind through Jesus’ passion.

Interestingly there is a whole theology construct of redemption described through the biblical use of thorns and thistles.  Thorn and thistles first appear in Genesis 3; this is after Adam and Eve are kicked out of the garden of Eden.  The story goes that God curses the ground; thorns and thistles begin to take over the fields. The connection to the consequences of original sin, the thistle, was used in art over and over again through the centuries to symbolize earthly sorrow and sin.
Yet God takes that which is sinful and broken -thorns and thistles- and incorporates their very nature into the story and beauty of redemption:
The next time thorns are referred to is in Moses encounter of the burning bush. Some translations of scripture interpret that the bush was a thorn bush, Jesus even referring to it as such.  Catholic tradition holds that the bush was a bramble bush.  And from the thorns – God speaks and the people through Moses are brought from slavery into freedom.
As the Israelites settle in the Promised Land the Temple is built.  It is built out of Acacia wood, a small tree whose branches are covered in long thorns.  Thorns are redeemed as the building material for God’s house of worship.  It is said that the Acacia wood was covered in gold.
And then the highlight of redemption of the curse is the crown of thorns placed on Jesus’ head in his suffering on the cross; the curse is reversed.
 Thorns and thorn branches signify grief, tribulation, and sin. According to Thomas Aquinas, thorn bushes suggest the minor sins, and growing briars, or brambles, the greater ones.  The crown of thorns, when shown in connection with Saints, is a symbol of their Martyrdom.

I am wheat and thistle; this community has wheat and thistles; the city has wheat and it has thistles; God’s kingdom has wheat and thistles --- and I’m not sure how in the end it will all be figured out --- how the farmer will decide to harvest or when; but I am a plant ... I am to be about growing and bearing fruit, side by side with whatever kind of plant is growing beside me.

The thistle is Scotland’s national flower.  A commentary suggested it is so because of the thistle has these attributes:
  • It has The delicately beautiful flower heads,
  • It has viciously sharp thorns,
  • It has a stubborn and tenacious grip on the land,
  •  It has a defiant ability to flourish in spite of efforts to remove it
Last week and in coming weeks we hear Jesus making comparisons, drawing pictures of what the kingdom of heaven is like, and what the kingdom of heaven is about.  Perhaps it is being wheat that picks up the attributes of the thistle: delicately beautiful (think lives of goodness, love, joy, forgiveness), yet with sharp thorns that protect against those who would want to take gratefulness, faith, and hope from us; stubborn and tenacious to hold our ground, God’s ground against injustice, intolerance, poverty; and a defiant ability to flourish in spite of efforts to get rid of us – the church – God’s voice calling to live a different way, to understand an abundant kindom, to love and love and love some more...and never give up growing beautiful hope, by sharing our good soil, the sun, the rain, the air; signs of God’s redemption and unconditional love, indiscriminately applied to all.  

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Today I feel a need to add positive energy to the world.  After more than a week of being home from vacation and resuming regular operating procedures ----- reading the daily newspaper, connecting on Twitter, hearing the news on the radio, and pariticipating in not-so-hopeful meetings ----- I wish to remind readers that Jesus said, "Peace be with you."  Know that today, someone (ME), is thinking about you.  You are valuable and loved!

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Back and REFRESHED

This is the continued part of Tim's journey.  Please see the post below for the beginning of the journey.

Week 3 results from Focus T25. This really works!!


This is my husband. I am very proud of him.  This Youtube video leads to others of his journey.  Tim just posted another and it went to a different channel it is a great statement.  Please share this with others and view the post above this and pass it along too.


Sunday, June 15, 2014

God was in the Thunder!

"And it was evening and it was morning the fourth day..."
INSERT LOUD ROLLING THUNDER

and then insert a hushed moment followed by a few giggles

This was the thin space that graced the congregation this morning.  The lector was recounting the Spirit moving over the waters, creation coming into existence, and that god saw that it was good. The story rolled off her tongue in a lulling cadence; the thunder was perfectly placed!
It could not have been planned better if we were able to cause thunder. 

Today was a dark day with heavy rain.  Many arriving in the door looking like they had just come out of the shower.  Congregants settled in for a good story from scripture and the sermon story --- a reading of  The Black and White Rainbow, by John Trent.  It was a day where darkness was visited with THUNDER followed by the re-colouring of the rainbow by gifts as described in the children's book.  The story leads to an understanding, where, when one lives out of the heart of the Creator, one's heart colours the world with forgiveness, love, and grace.

Friday, May 23, 2014

Grace Through the Senses

http://interfaithradio.org/Story_Details/Touching_the_Divine_with_Hands_on_Faith_

NOTE: When click on the link you may have to put "touching the Divine with Hands on Faith" into the sites search engine.
I love how the interview finishes.  Imagine that the world might be brought to peace, understanding, dare I say into the kingdom of God, if through our senses children learn each others Sacred sensory experiences.  Lots to think about...

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Reflection on Spring

This past weekend I ran the Blue Nose Marathon.  Almost each step of the 42k route was greeted with a smile and a sense of thanks/wonder for being able to go the distance.  It was a spring day: starting off sunny with a breeze, the temperature rose until it was almost too hot, and then a bank of fog with a stiff headwind rolled in off the ocean.  It was next to frigid when crossing the finish line 3:59:03 later in time.
Back to work on Tuesday meant socializing with a group of seniors over a meal and card games.  It was nice, but, the complaints about the weather.  It struck me that much of the conversation was a sense that there is a movement from winter to summer with no experience of spring.  Spring has disappeared.
Has it?  It is calling for rain for the next week.  That sounds like spring.  All kinds of weather happened during the marathon.  That sounds like spring. Not to mention the trees are slowly leafing, the birds are building nests, and the flowers are growing and opening in the order the Creator intended.
For some reason spring has been envisioned as a season of warmth, nice weather in comparison to that of winter, almost reflective of summer.  The season is being rushed as a consumer society wants and expects to get what it wants...warm sunny days on the patio.

Grace is in each day where the weather does everything.
Grace is in the craziness of trying to decide how many layers to wear and seeing if the right ones were chosen (a game of sorts).
Grace is the healing and growing potential in each drop of rain.
Grace is in the waking up of creation after a long winters nap.
Grace is greeting the weather --- each day --- with a smile and a sense of thanks/wonder for being able to experience it.

Monday, May 12, 2014

Engaging the senses to occasion thin space and transformation :: Acadia Masters' Theses

Engaging the senses to occasion thin space and transformation :: Acadia Masters' Theses



Hi everyone.  I have not blogged for awhile, the reason is the link provided.  I have just completed a doctoral theses and been conferred the degree with all its rights and privileges.  Enjoy.

Monday, April 28, 2014

Easter 2A "Peace Be With You and Carry On"



I am sure that many of you have seen either on a t-shirt, poster, or in on-line advertising, a crown in the upper middle line  with three lines of words following - spoofs on the phrase “Keep calm and carry on.”
The slogan comes from propaganda posters designed by the British government in 1939. The poster was designed a few months before WWII with the crown to symbolize that of King George VI.  The slogan was to be used to boost the morale of British subjects in the aftermath of possible and widely predicted air raids on their major cities.  The plan was to issue the posters upon invasion; it didn’t happen and the posters were distributed in a very limited fashion, with no public display.  In 2000 they appeared on the Antiques Road  Show, and now the phrase or spoofs thereof are readily available.  “Keep calm and carry on.”

Curious isn’t it?  That a poster designed for a different time and era has widespread meaning today; it has captured the imagination of current culture.  Could it be that wars and rumours of war, the rise of terrorist talk, news cast fear mongering, violence going viral, that people are seeking a balance, something to hold on to, a light that speaks to the darkness?  And that a simple phrase; repeated in hundreds of ways – keep calm and ---followed by some kind of action; that this simple phrase strikes a nerve.

The phrase is really not all that different from what we hear in the gospel today – a phrase from almost 2000 years ago:
Pax vobiscum. Peace be with you --- and carry on.
This is important.  It is recorded as Jesus having said “peace be with you” thrice -- in very close proximity; amidst the chaos of challenging experiences (a person rising from the dead after all), with crowds of people in Jerusalem at angst with the authorities, where zealots and Messiahs are appearing on every street corner, where hopes are dashed and replaced with peculiar mysteries; where tensions are high and people are deciding what to do next.  The words from the teacher are: “peace be with you.”

The Gospel attributed to John, written at the end of the First Century, after the Temple in Jerusalem had been destroyed by the Romans, a time that was full of wrestlesness, wars, persecution, poverty; John ends his telling of the Gospel with these words, highlighting there importance.  This story is the ending of the original Gospel of John, the next chapter was a later add on. 
The words “peace be with you” are for that time, for this time, for the times to come.
 Peace be with you and carry on.

But carry on how? Carry on to what...
The other piece of importance to John’s closing words are the words that are centred between the conveying of peace.  Note the verse, “Receive the Holy Spirit. If you forgive the sins of any, they are forgiven them; if you retain the sins of any, they are retained.”
Filled with the peace of Jesus, the Spirit starts a causation to action, the community was to be lodged in an ethos of forgiveness – brought about by Jesus’ peace.  The disciples and followers were to become corporate remitters of sin.
The very breath of Jesus, Jesus’ peace, changed people in inexplicable ways.  Later on the inexplicable is described as belief and faith --- who understands these words or feelings; but peace...  peace we can wrap our heads around, even if we haven’t totally experienced perfect peace.  We do know, and most of us can verbalize, what peace is not.

At the recent passing of Alistair MacLeod I took to reading quotes that he had written.  The following describes for me what Jesus’ “peace be with you” means.  They were words to help the disciples, to compel the followers to carry on ... to get on with living. Alistair wrote:
And then there came into my heart a very great love for my father and I thought it was very much braver to spend a life doing what you really do not want rather than selfishly following forever your own dreams and inclinations. (REPEAT)

Following the resurrection an array of stories are told of the encounters people have as they come to faith. All different, with people responding in a myriad of ways: dis-belief, doubt, knowing, immediate acceptance, those that required thinking time.  Faith happened in its own way, at its own time, a gift from God --- the peace was to be the ‘carry on’ while the Good News sunk in, while people began to understand, while people entered the mystery and Easter joy.  Jesus was wise. There was a realization that faith and belief, takes a lifetime and more; however, there is peace for the journey, peace to carry on so that one might share the story and peace with others, despite apparent faith, belief, or lack thereof.

John believed that when one had an encounter with THE Christ --- the one born for God so loved the world --- the one who in the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and was God --- when encountering THIS Christ, a person would fundamentally change by being in the Presence; close enough for Jesus’ breath to breathe peace on the body and into the heart.  Through the encounter people were made whole, forgiven, loved; given grace upon grace. This means that the disciples, the followers gathered in the dwelling when Jesus appears behind closed doors cannot stay behind those doors.  They need to carry on – to get moving!

Alistair talked about a very great love coming into the heart for the father --- interpreted to the Easter story, a very great love for God  --- and it made the one who experienced the love, to be so overwhelmed that the lover changed how he lived.  The lover of the father turned to a life that turned him from selfish ways, dreams, and inclinations.  The change was to a life with an ethos of forgiveness, a life to which human beings would rather not want. It is a life that is counter cultural, seen as foolish to some, can lead to hurt and heartache for the lover; it is brave to be on the path to believe, to faith, to doubt; embraced in the breath of peace.

I had a crazy thought Thursday afternoon, perhaps brought on by an excessive amount of running ...
I thought of people in the parish and others whom I know who are in a place where they need to hear, “peace be with you and (in many more cases the push) carry on.”
I thought of myself at times when it was all I could do to hold on and what it would have meant if someone called me that day –someone known or unknown to say – “Peace be with you and carry on.”
Now the crazy thought I had ... what if each of us here today spent half an hour this afternoon , random calling phone numbers and simply saying, “Hello, Peace be with you and carry on.”
Would THE Christ be breathed into the lives of others?  Would a journey of faith, doubt, and belief blossom; wrapped in God’s peace?
A crazier thought, what if we random called ... or better yet, choose specific people in our lives with whom we need to share Christ’s peace (in an act of forgiveness); what if we called and simply said, “Hello, Peace be with, you are forgiven.”
If the 60 of us or so gathered here did this radical, counter cultural action, can you envision the city’s heart –that it would start to melt and be imbued with a peace that surpasses all understanding.
Crazy, perhaps. Doable for sure.  Are you willing to set yourself aside, to do what you do not want, out of love for the father?  
Peace be with you and carry on/Peace be with you and forgive./Keep calm and forgive. /Pax vobiscum.

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

A pledge

Canadian Health Coalition (Medicare.ca)

Dear Friends,

I encourage you to click on the link above.  I do not always take the time to sign pledges; however, I have heard enough postive stories of pledges that have made a difference that I should more often.  Today I did.  I invite you to a simple action that stands with the direction of the National Church to which I belong (ELCIC) --- A church that is In mission for others; a church striving to create a system wherein all are adequately housed; a church not afraid to be bold; a church that will make a stand.

Peace to you.

The Kindom of Heaven Is Like: A Parable for Today

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