Sunday, April 24, 2016

What do you will your will to do? - a sermon for Easter 5C-2016





We get it yet again – as if we did not hear John’s words plenty during Holy Week and this Easter season.  Love, love, love. Today’s Gospel is the final verses from the story of Jesus’ washing the disciples’ feet at the Last Supper; which we read on Maundy Thurs. After the foot washing was complete, Jesus commissions the disciples to love one another – a servant kind of love.

A number of weeks ago, in a reading from John’s Gospel, we heard Jesus ask Peter, Do you love me? The word in Greek used by Jesus for “love” is agape.  Peter, do you agape me? Agape is the love word that refers to a selfless, sacrificial, and unconditional love: a divine love that comes from God – God is love – that kind of love. It is about doing not feeling – Agape is an act of the will.
Peter responded to Jesus with, Yes, Lord, you know that I love you, using the Greek word phileo, which refers more to a brotherly/friendship type of love.  Jesus again asked Peter, Do you agape me?  Peter responds, you know Lord that I phileo you.
The third time Jesus asks, Peter do you phileo me? Peter says again, you know I phileo you.
Jesus is trying to stretch Peter’s understanding of love, from that of brotherly love to agape love – a will to love. To be the leader Peter is being called to be requires to live agape love; a love the disciples don’t figure out until after Pentecost, until then love is phileo.
The disciples live in love one another, as in thinking of each other in the disciple group.
It takes the experience of Resurrection and the fifty days of that time to begin to understand, just as I have loved you, you also should love one another. This is more than foot washing; this is laying down one’s life for the world. This is the expectation of discipleship as the early church grows -by this (by agape) everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you have agape for one another.

Love is easy enough right?  I love my spouse, my mom, my kids, friends, church. I love God. I love running, my new pair of shoes, a good novel, art; a cup of warm coffee while sitting in a Muskoka chair; I love a forest trail, a white sand beach, a road to unique little places; I love NASCAR, the Ti-cats, the Steelers and the Packers.  I love lots of people, places, and things. Love is easy! Well, for the list above, love is easy --- but, the whole list is about feeling.  I feel something about each item on the list.
This is not the kind of love John continually has Jesus harping on about.
Love – agape – is the kind of love that relates to the will; a will that produces action.

At the dean’s meeting I attended last week, the worship leader created three devotions based on a traditional tattoo symbol that combines an anchor, a cross, and a heart. The symbol referred to as the “Faith-hope-love tattoo” has its origin with sailors who would have the tattoo often on their inner forearm. At work, on the high seas, in good weather and bad, the tattoo was a visible reminder (in view of the wearer while working: when weighing anchor, trimming the hold, furling the sails, or swabbing the deck); a reminder of whose hands one was in.  God’s, one’s crewmates, one’s loved ones; the people, places, and things that produce feelings of faith, hope, and love. Yet, there is more than just a feeling.
Those who have worked as a crew: on a ship, on an oil rig, in a tree planting group, hiking Mount Everest, in military operations, fighting fires – when circumstances get rough, dangerous, deadly; the tattoo is one that symbolizes agape kind of love.  The kind of love where the crew will fight for the survival of the whole team, even at their own peril.
When serving in the New Denmark parish, spring was the time of year for grass fires, turned into raging forest fire season. Many of the younger men were volunteer firefighters.  These young men for the most part were congenial with each other.  There were, however, family spats and work place disagreements, that had some of the men generally avoid and act cold towards each other.  In some cases, they (and their families), sat on opposite sides of the church from each other and didn’t do any project in the community if the other was participating. But, when the men would find themselves at a fire, or in the forest when the wind came up and changed the direction of the blaze, when surrounded by smoke and flame; and great danger; agape love ruled. Regular every day relationship did not matter.  Your feeling for a person did not matter.  The firefighters had trained to leave no one behind, to save lives, to protect fellow crew members.  Firefighters had trained  -they had practiced  - to put themselves on the line for others; not thinking of who the other might be.  The who didn’t matter.  This is agape love.
Agape love is not so easy. It is about one’s will.
We get these readings over and over from John about love because we have a hard time getting it.  Probably because we can’t just “get it,” we need to practice.
Bishop Michael in his sermon at the dean’s meeting, said that agape love takes practice – and referred to my marathon training. Kimber just doesn’t wake up on marathon day and run the race, she takes months to practice.
It takes time for our wills to be formed, reformed, formed; and it never happens overnight without practicing actions of agape love, which means selfless acts, sacrificial acts, acts preformed unconditionally- just because.

Consider the application of agape love.
What is agape love in relation to how we respect and honour Earth Day; not just on a day, but every day?
What actions do you will yourself to do for the earth? Do you sacrifice time by sorting garbage? Do you drive a smaller more fuel efficient car, or have no car at all? Do you live with the inconvenience of spending more for organic, consuming less, and living beneath your means? These are examples of agape.

What is agape in Lunenburg Co. where the people are living in the reality of an influx of hundreds of Syrian refugees; refugees who are neither white nor Christian?
What actions do you will yourself to do for Syrian, or any other, refugee?  Do you sacrifice time by sitting and listening to their stories spoken in broken English? Do you sacrifice a couple of coffees a week to have funds to give to sponsorship projects?  Do you share your living space until appropriate housing is found?  Do you learn a few lines of Arabic to welcome Moslem brothers and sisters?   These are examples of agape.

What is agape in places where First Nations communities are fighting for treaty rights, not kept by the powers that were or are; where land is to be returned, payment to be made?
What actions do you will yourself to do to make right relationships with First Nation people?  Do you sacrifice time to go to a pow-wow, to visit a band for a tour, to offer time at the Mi’kmaq Friendship center? Do you become an advocate for treaty rights?  Do you return land?  These are examples of agape.

What is agape in Châteauguay, Que. where the community has learned that the children of Karla Homolka, a convicted criminal, are in the schools with their children and living in their neighbourhood?
What actions do you will yourself to do towards a convicted criminal?  Do you sacrifice a sense of safety and welcome Karla to participate in school events or sit on the parent advisory committee?  Do you let your children be friends with her kids? Do you allow sleepovers, both ways?  These are examples of agape.

Yes, once again Jesus preaches, through the words of John’s gospel, a message we have much difficulty with.
People of Resurrection, do you agape me? And we respond, Jesus we phileo you.
Again Jesus asks, People of Resurrection, do you agape me? And we respond, Jesus we phileo you.
Jesus changes his tone, meeting us where we are: people of Resurrection, do you phileo me?
It is our turn to respond. We could say: yes we phileo you; or we can set our wills and in an action of conviction begin practicing true discipleship, responding; Jesus you know that I agape you.
And Jesus replies: as I have loved you, you also should love one another. Go feed my lambs. In agape, go be in relationship with the earth, with refugees, with First Nation’s communities, with convicted criminals and their families.
Go --- Practice and Be agape in the world!

Sunday, March 27, 2016

Part 3: The Three Days 2016 Not for Sale, the Greg Iles trilogy, and a Tree



EASTER SUNDAY
Lutherans around the world are in the middle of marking the 500th Anniversary of the Reformation.  This is a three year celebration, with Synods and congregations focusing on the theme: Liberated by God’s grace. The theme is divided into three specific convictions: Salvation is not for sale! Human beings are not for sale! Creation is not for sale!
Each sermon over the Three Days reflects on the not for sale theme, weaves in a trilogy of novels by Greg Iles, and binds the ideas together through the branches and roots of a tree.

Its that day! The day a miracle springs forth and accosts the senses:  the fragrance of lemon citronella wafts on the sunshine filled - springtime air, as pure waxy white petals appear, atop the ever green dark glossy leathery leaves of trees rising a hundred feet to reach the sun in the sky.  In the deep south on that spring day resurrection is for sure; the magnolias burst open in all the glory God could wrap into one blossom (twelve petals) intricately replicated a thousand times over on each tree. Blossoms, the size of a human hand, are in abundance. Creation dances --- life!

Following the novels, Natchez Burning and The Bone Tree, comes Unwritten Laws, the final novel of Greg Iles trilogy. It is not to be released until next year – all that has been said is that the characters have many prominent questions to resolve. The characters have been left in a mess:  relationships are broken, institutions and those who have promised to be protectors (like the police) are no protection, race wars and conspiracies of 40 years past, have opened old wounds – deep wounds that have been seeping poison for decades.  In a lost part of a Mississippi swamp, the Bone Tree continues to cough up the sins, the darkness, shameful actions, hate, even a crucifixion; leaving the participants to wallow in death, to count and bury the dead, and to grieve; really grieve all that has been lost.
The final question is: can the characters save the town of Natchez, neighbouring communities, and family relationships?  Is there a way out of grief this profound?  Will life -resurrection -spring from death?

Unwritten Laws -over night the rules changed. That’s what happened.  When the women went to the tomb and found it empty they were in an unmapped forest.  They were in an unwritten place: where was Jesus?  The fragrant spices were ready for anointing the body, the women were prepared to begin their process through grief, and now it is impossible. Where is Jesus and what is this babbled explanation from the men in white?
Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here, but has risen. Remember how he told you, while he was still in Galilee, that the Son of Man must be handed over to sinners, and be crucified, and on the third day rise again.

Unwritten Laws, what an appropriate title for Iles’ next novel.
 I imagine there will be time spent determining how to prosecute crimes committed recently and over 40 years– the KKK against black individuals and communities, those responsible for the death of JFK, the mafia’s part in all sorts of side gigs; and the culpability of individuals, as they did what they felt they had to do, to protect those whom they loved; and of course the outcome of the potential doctor-assisted-death charge that started the trilogy in the first place.  There are no laws in place to adequately face the magnitude and web of failures of people and systems as woven through the novels.

Magnolia trees are magnificent.  On a trip to Atlanta, Georgia, there were many on the walks I would take from the hotel.  I was so taken by their majesty  - and how the trees didn’t fit into my compendium and understanding of trees – so much so that on more than one occasion, I went up to a magnolia to touch it, smell it, feel it– to get a closer look; I was so in awe. The thick glossy smooth leaves reflected sunlight and they held a wonderful surprise, the underside was golden with copper coloured hair.  The last few flowers of the season were still pristine and solid with a hint of lemon. The fruit pods were like nothing I had ever experienced- the size of a mango; soft to the touch; with seeds like the innards of a pomegranate.
Still fascinated, I read that magnolias were created before bees! The tree’s flowers evolved to attract beetles as pollinators instead. Magnolias are elders within the tree world, hosting wisdom of the Word from the very beginning, “let there be and there was.”.

This morning at the tomb the Creator ventures into the unwritten ---  outside of the laws of nature and science as we’ve come to know them, or expect them to be – the Creator ventures beyond even God’s comprehension into a space of possibilities:  No laws?  All grace? Where abundant blossoms - flexibility, creativity- produce seeds of boundless hope, love, and joy.  A blank slate, a vast canvas where the lemon citronella fragrance expands, pushing out the Word, “In the beginning God re-created. The Word was with God and the Word was God.  And God saw that it was good.”

Overnight the world changed, from the cross event to a miracle: liberation.  This morning as we view the empty tomb, we are smacked in the face with a new life; abundant blossoms--- one with unwritten laws; resurrection --- and that means liberation.  It means that we have awoken in a world where Salvation is not for sale, creation is not for sale, human beings are not for sale –
-  if we choose to see this world and enter the possibility, these convictions are truth.  Or we can fall back into what was.

Magnolias of long ago, soaked in the sunshine of the Word and God-presence, and they flourished. Season by season the majestic presence they experienced was spread around the world with more than 200 species bursting God’s glory.  They were not afraid to adapt and grow – going to diverse climates and soils.  The flowers, always prized and praised, continued to tell the Creator’s story; the story of the miracle of life, of resurrection; of liberation --  in whites and pinks, yellows and purples.  Abundant blossoms followed by large velvety rose coloured fruit – fruit bearing lots of seeds; continues generation after generation.   

The women leave the empty tomb – liberated -  they run to the disciples; their story smelling of lemon citronella; in the telling the women blossom abundant life with a deep conviction that salvation is not for sale-
Resurrection- the scent carried to our time wafting on the sunshine-filled spring air…
…liberated by God’s grace;
And when this grace accosts our very depths, we become the magnolia about to burst forth the glory of God.

Thanks be to  God.
Amen.

Friday, March 25, 2016

Part 2: The Three Days 2016 --- Not for Sale, the Greg Iles trilogy, and a Tree



GOOD FRIDAY

Lutherans around the world are in the middle of marking the 500th Anniversary of the Reformation.  This is a three year celebration, with Synods and congregations focusing on the theme: Liberated by God’s grace. The theme is divided into three specific convictions: Salvation is not for sale! Human beings are not for sale! Creation is not for sale!
Each sermon over the Three Days reflects on the not for sale theme, weaves in a trilogy of novels by Greg Iles, and binds the ideas together through the branches and roots of a tree.

Below the thick 150 ft. canopy of feathery deciduous conifers, - below the Cypress- the moist humid air stands still above the greened waters of the swamp.  The ancient gentle giants - the trees, hung with pirates beard moss, silhouette in rows as ghosts floating in miles and miles of water; confined by emerging roots, in knee stubs seeking oxygen, there is no easy access and no quick way to escape.  This forest is ominous -- a place one could get turned around, lost; one tree looks like all the rest, and each with its 12 ft diameter hides what is beyond. The landscape hems in around those who dare to enter – those willing to face death; to work through grief- and it surrounds one in suffocating loneliness.

The second book in Greg Iles trilogy is titled, The Bone Tree. It continues the drama from Natchez Burning where Iles’ characters play on the civil rights stage where darkening drama includes violent race murders, conspiracy, the New Orleans Mafia, the KKK hit squad, JFK, FBI, Castro.  It involves a deeper unraveling of secrets and the body count rises as secrets can no longer be silenced through death. Time has come when this generation looks back 40 years and pushes their friends, families,  -all whom they know-  who lived through that time to come clean.  This generation wants the truth and the hope of freedom truth might bring.
People die for what they believe in.  People are willing to die to discover and tell the truth.  It is time for senseless killing to stop --- and if it is by death of a valiant few, so be it.
The secrets, as they are let loss, lead in one direction --- to the mysterious bone tree, a legendary killing site--- a hidden tree in a vast cypress tree forest – in the depths of a Mississippi swamp on the edge of a game preserve—concealing more than the remains of the long forgotten. 
In the inner folds of the trunk structure, much is hidden.  The heart of cypress trees are a place of refuge for animals who are hurt or waiting out a storm, some die, some survive; the sanctity of the quiet dry cavern is one of peace, death, and healing.  The Bone Tree, however, has lost any sense of sanctity- being used as a butchering ground and human bone depository.  The bone tree is most desecrated when history is told that a man was crucified upside hanging inside the tree, above the pile of bleached bones. Crucified by family because they thought he had turned on them; a warning that no one is saved. Crucified; crucified in the belly of a tree.
That family lost their soul.  In the darkest maelstroms of life, as described in the novel, souls are sold – by powerful men for audacious agendas, favoured jobs, and family protection- salvation seems to be up for sale.


This morning we stand in the dry cavern of the Bone Tree, looking on at a man hanging crucified. Crucified by his own people because they thought he had turned on them; a warning that no one is saved.  Crucified; crucified on the wood of a tree. 
It was a loss of soul, in the dark maelstroms of life, by powerful men with audacious agendas, favoured jobs, and a need to control the status quo by allowing one man -Jesus- to die to save what was.  In selling their souls they manipulated others to betray, to denounce, to leave, to taunt, to yell – crucify. 
There were some -although scared and confused- persevered beyond their capabilities to be present and experience the truth, no matter how dark, or dangerous the day became.  They stood watching.  They saw the Temple curtain torn in two. They experienced the darkness – the silence.
And they stayed to the very end --- because ---- because they had hope that something new was about to spring forth.  Could this death be the Word, that salvation is not for sale?

The haunting Cypress forest --- flooded, full of danger, with monster gators and poisonous snakes ……It doesn’t look like it today, but, in the swamp lies a miracle; in the rich nutrient debris, trees slowly grow that have a life expectancy of 600-1000 years. After a long wait, 200 years, the heartwood of the tree forms – a heartwood resistant to decay, prized around the world.  For today, we are left in the sanctity of the cavern -under the man crucified on the cross; the space made holy because of who he was. 
The Cypress has lost its leaves for the season  --- it is surrounded by mist and the smell of decay from the swamp, --- eerie, sighing of death … but, just under the water waits a miracle.

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