Monday, September 15, 2014

To Let Go or Not To Let Go - Romans 14



To let go or not to let go – that is the question
Whether ‘tis nobler to judge or forgive;
To bite one’s tongue, take a stand; to be pointedly right, to respectfully hold a plethora of truth...
                 
Visiting Germany, years ago, I was shocked into a new understanding of what reformation within the church really meant. Walking into St.Lorenz Kirche, a Lutheran Church in Nuremburg, I was not prepared for the sanctuary decor.  Above the altar hangs a larger than life artistic rosary wreath. Created in metal, ten large roses, with miniatures in between, form a round frame around the golden image of St. Anne holding the Virgin Mary as a child.  Both are crowned and sit enthroned in heaven.  Not the typical art found in a reformed church.
In the 1500’s all the churches in Germany were Roman Catholic, as was the rest of the Holy Roman Empire. As Princes supported the Reformers and adhered to new understandings of God, the Church, faith, scripture, and so on, churches within their jurisdictions simply became the Evangelical Church – now called Lutheran.  The buildings didn’t change right away or at all, the service sounded pretty close to the same, some started to use vernacular language and hymns.  Luther wrote catechisms for the people to teach their children and a larger  catechism to teach Roman priests new understandings as they were now no longer Roman priests but over night became Evangelical pastors.  Imagine the turmoil and chaos; the debates; what was right and what was wrong... what to let go, or not to let go – that was the question.

Go back a century and a bit more and you have Paul in Rome facing a group of faithful people dedicated to God and living according to God’s will ... but, it was not one unified group.  It was observant Jews confronted with a group of Jews claiming the Messiah had come.  It was non-Jews, God-fearers, who converted to Judaism to enter into a life of following Christ.  It was gentiles following Christ without picking up the entirety of Jewish law.  It was a debate of what was right and what was wrong; it was a constant crisis and conversation of what to let go, or not to let go – that was the question.

Move forward to the past couple of weeks. I journeyed to my mom’s house for my dad’s funeral and to help go through dad’s things.  My brother also traveled to Elliot Lake.  Now my brother and I have not lived under one roof for a very long time; and when we did I was a little older, a little taller, and a whole lot more bossy.  I like to think that I usually got my way.  As adults the dynamic changed.  We are both fairly opinionated people, with definitely different orders of operations, lifestyles, and fundamental ethos.  Our time together was one of living with the action of:  to let go, or not to let go; to bite one’s tongue, or take a stand; to be pointedly right; or respectfully hold a plethora of truth.
Despite what we judged some of the other’s decisions to be, there was no fighting and no hard feelings.  The reason - outside of loving each other- was that we were bound together with a common purpose behind our decisions and thoughts and actions.  Our common bond, the fundamental principle was that we were there to help/support/encourage our mom.  In the end nothing else mattered.

James Dunn, an academic who has spent his life working with Paul and particularly the book of Romans, comments that in the early church there was only one fundamental principle, and that the principle had the power to hold the community in Rome and around the world in unity.  The early Christian fundamental operating principle was Christ and the Christ event (life, death, and life). 
The problems experienced in the growing community, as outlined by Paul, were created by adding more fundamental principles to the only principle required.  It was the adding of fundamentals that led to conservative factions, fractions, and frictions.  So today’s reading goes on about those judged to be weak, those judged for what they eat or don’t eat... where Paul’s argument is going is that in Christ and the Christ event alone, there is unity.
Dunn goes on to argue that by holding to the one fundamental principle of Christ, it allows for a vast diversity within the community of faithful – and this leads to a clearer and fuller expression of God because God cannot be expressed in God’s entirety by any one group of people.  Paul’s argument in the beginning of chapter 14 of Romans, challenges the traditionalists by suggesting that their definition of Christianity is too small; the last half of the chapter points the same finger at the liberal contingent in the community. Paul’s overarching concern is that the church should be able to sustain a diversity of opinion and lifestyle and that this is an integral part of common life.

In Paul’s experience at Rome, the community struggled in its ability: To let go or not to let go –
Whether ‘tis nobler to judge or forgive; to bite one’s tongue, take a stand; to be pointedly right, or respectfully hold a plethora of truth.  The case was the same during the Reformation and counter-reformations to follow.  The case is the same in the church today and in our personal everyday lives. God’s people in all walks and dimensions of our lives should be able to sustain a diversity of opinion and lifestyle for this is an integral part of common life.

I’ve had some time to begin reflecting on my relationship with my dad.  It was a really good relationship.  As I grew up though, I was glad that I was pastoring churches farther than a few hours drive away.  It meant that I felt a freedom to say and be an expression of faith different from that of my father.  We held diverse opinions on many subjects particularly those that I consider fall into the realms of social ethics and Post-Modern philosophy, rather than into the domain of categorizing sin and corruption of the Word.  What it meant inside our relationship as father and daughter was a certain amount of respect.  I knew what my dad thought, and I suspect that he had an idea of my thought; we both knew that we held to one underlying principle Christ and the Christ event.  So I choose for the goodness of relationship –and I am sure he did as well -  to let go, to bite-my-tongue, to live with a plethora of truth.  Arguing would not have changed either of our thoughts or beliefs; and could have destroyed our relationship.

The examples I’ve shared can be transposed on the church today.
Many of us have either been a part of or heard stories of churches that implode or explode  --- imploding by adding extra fundamental principles; exploding by letting go and not letting go or people pointedly “being right.” The Romans text speaks to faithful communities throughout time to remind us and refocus our core principal. Paul writes of ways for the community to get back in shape – meaning in relationship with each other.
I like what Gaugler a New Testament scholar says reflecting on Paul’s argument in Romans, he says “correct faith immediately becomes wrong when it violates love.”  Can that not hold true to all our words and actions in any relationship – whether at church, work, or with family?
James Dunn also holds to a similar thought for the church of all times and in all places commenting that: In order for me be to be right, it does not necessitate that you are wrong.  General respect is being willing to stand up for the others and even uphold their belief (not necessarily do it or believe it), but hold that their view is valid and as acceptable to God as my own. 

Finally this morning I wonder if Paul’s idea of holding to one fundamental principle – Christ – with all else being a greater expression of God, if this thought relates to Jesus’ understanding of forgiveness.  Could our mutual acceptance (rather than judgement) of the others’ belief and practice be a form of forgiveness?

Ancient ideology held that the number seven was one of fullness and perfection – for it is a combination of the number three, representing divinity; and the number 4 recalling the corners of the earth (remember that the earth was considered flat).  For Jesus to combine seven and seven he illustrates a grand scheme of multiplying the number of total perfection; a grand scheme of the vast realm and grace of God.
For the community of Paul’s day, the people living in the time of the Reformation, for my relationship with my brother, my father, and for the church today --- unity is found in being bound by one principle --- and continually struggling for total perfection in relationship; a continued struggle from Jesus’ time through to today and into tomorrow.
To let go or not to let go – that is the question.  Take comfort that neither is to be judged right or wrong, rather, live into perfection, into forgiveness; into the main event -Christ; for whether you choose to let go or not let go, if done in honour of the Lord and in giving thanks to God, it is acceptable.
Eugene Petersen sums up this section of Romans this way:
What’s important in all this is that if you keep a holy day, keep it for God’s sake; if you eat meat, eat it to the glory of God and thank God for prime rib; if you’re a vegetarian, eat vegetables to the glory of God and thank God for broccoli.  None of us are permitted to insist on our own way in these matters.  It’s God we are answerable to --- all the way from life to death and everything in between --- not each other.  That’s why Jesus lived and died and then lived again: so that he could be our Master across the entire range of life and death, and free us from the petty tyrannies of each other.   ...so tend to your knitting. You’ve got your hands full just taking care of your own life before God.+

Monday, August 25, 2014

being honest

Yesterday's sermon was an honest conversation between a husband and a wife.  The basis of the conversation began in the words of Romans were Paul writes that one should not be conformed to the world.  He continues by talking about gifts.

The conversation by the husband and wife was a real life couple.  The husband was continually unhappy at work and it was starting to affect life at home. It was not a life giving job - it was good pay, it had status, and it allowed for the couple to live a certain lifestyle.  With the kids mostly gone from home it was time for re-evaluation.  The husband wanted to quit but didn't know how to approach the wife.

The wife could see that her husband's job was that, a job, not a vocation - life giving work that comes from the gifts and passions of an individual. One day she said, "YOu need to quit your job."  What a relief!

It did take honesty, a confronting of fear, a willingness to live with less --- in return contentment, following ones' passions, and living into being (not living according to the world's idea of success).  The real joy comes from seeing the couple, each day, growing in being Good News and God's light in the world.  Joy comes from passion and living abundantly!

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

New Word

Today I learned a new word:

PETRICHOR (n)  - the smell of earth after rain

Isn't that beautiful!?  Who knew that such a mystical and renewing smell had its own word?! Awesome!

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.

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