Sunday, January 22, 2017

Following Grace

Luke 5:1-11
“Following Grace”
22 January 2017 St. Andrew’s Military Chapel Singapore

            Have you ever had a really bad day at work where you had second thoughts about the wisdom of staying in the job? A day in which it wasn’t your co-workers causing the second guessing, but one where you just couldn’t do anything right? Or perhaps you may have a hobby in which you know you’ll never be remembered for having mastered. And yes, I am talking about my singing and dancing skills.

            Those days or ventures that frustrate us the gates are wide-open for grace to come rolling through. Grace of an understanding congregation suffering through a tone-deaf chaplain when he has to lead music. Or the entire Sembawang community deciding silence is golden when they see the same chaplain trying to dance at Navy Ball with limited, if any, success.

            It’s a weird thing, this whole grace of God. More often than not, it’s when we get a feeling or indication that something may have gone off the rails that we notice grace around us. When we start to doubt ourselves Christ, through some divine intervention of events or the appearance or word from a fellow sojourner of life, provides a spark of something greater, something beyond.

            Granted, sometimes when that blip of hope arrives it can be almost imperceptible as during a hearing test. You are sitting in a small, mostly soundproof box with cheap, uncomfortable headphones, and a push button. It’s fine when the noise is loud or on a frequency that we hear every day. It’s when the machine tests the limits of our hearing that we start to question if we’ve heard a set of three tones or not. We may start pushing the button just to make sure we acknowledge the noise, real or imagined.

When it comes to grace, we need to strive to accept it, no matter how faint the noise. If and when that small spark of hope arrives, we have to make sure we don’t ignore quiet nudge of grace. If grace isn’t there and we are pushing the acceptance button just to make sure, we aren’t doing anything wrong. It’s better to assume grace is there for the taking than to think grace is a finite resource that needs to be given or received sparingly.

Luckily for the frustrated fishermen in our passage today, grace came in a big way. In fact, there was so much grace that they couldn’t receive it all. These three fishermen were wearily cleaning their nets from a long night of backbreaking work with nothing to bring home except for some blisters on their hands, completely soaked clothes, disappointment, worry about how to feed their families, frayed nerves, and probably some strained friendships.  

I wouldn’t be surprised if the actual scene had the three fishermen, who happened to be good friends, not getting along particularly well this bleak morning. Between long bouts of silence during the clean-up there are moments of yelling, blame, and accusations about who did what to prevent the catch. Probably a bit of self-anger at their poor choice of fishing grounds or a net thrown too far or not far enough, just missing the school that would have let them at least break even for the night and get some food to eat. There may have even been an upset boat owner on the shore glaring at these three men the entire time adding to the stress and frustration of the morning.

Then a rabbi walks up and asks to use the boat as an escape from the crowds that are following him. What a way to add insult to injury from the previous night. The Jesus guy everyone is talking about and following all over the place asks to use their boat because it’s the one boat that doesn’t have a catch to clean and sell. They’ve got nothing better to do so why not let him use the boat. Maybe he’ll offer something in way of a charter fee, but from the looks of him that doesn’t seem likely.

Simon agrees to go back out on the water that has caused him so much pain this day. That couldn’t have been an easy decision. He probably felt a bit humiliated at having to resort to ferrying a wandering rabbi away from the throng of people that followed him everywhere.

When they had gone slightly offshore, Jesus began to preach to the crowd, and Simon listened. I mean what else did he have to do at that moment? Though he can’t remember the exact words Jesus spoke that day, it was a decisive moment in Simon’s life. And ours. On that day, based on a short message from a wandering rabbi, Simon made a decision to follow this man regardless of the cost. Sure, Simon would later have doubts and questions, we all do when we follow Christ. It is on this day when he demonstrated trust and faith in Christ, that Simon began down a road that would lead to a name change and appointment as the rock of a movement built on the foundation of the words he heard Christ speak that morning.

Christ didn’t make it easy for Simon to follow him. After teaching the crowd, Jesus tells them to go to some deeper water to catch some fish. Simon balks at that, probably a bit offended that some carpenter turned rabbi is telling him how to fish. He wearily tells Jesus, “We spent all night right where you are pointing and came home with empty nets. Plus, it’s the middle of the morning, not the best time to haul in a catch.”

I doubt Simon was as angry as we would get when someone outside our career field tries to tell us how best to do our jobs. He’s probably just tired and resigned to the fact that today will be a miserable one all around. Especially as he will have to stay late at work pleasing a VIP.

Then the craziest thing happens. The catch is so large that the nets begin to break. So, they wave to their partners in the nearest boat to share in the bountiful catch. Before they knew it, both boats are so heavy with fish they begin to sink. What was the worst day of fishing just turned into a huge financial windfall for Simon and his partners. Life took a wonderful turn. In that moment he knew Jesus was something special, but he had his doubts.

This story begs so many questions? Would you leave everything you’ve ever known to follow a call on your life? How would things change if you just landed the biggest professional or personal achievement in recent memory? How loud or obvious a call does each of us need to recognize it? What do we do if we feel unworthy about the call on our lives?

If you wrestle with any of these questions, you are in good company. Many of our Biblical heroes asked these same questions. Listen to anyone’s testimony and you’ll hear different shades of this story within theirs.

None of us are worthy of grace, that’s what makes grace so special. It’s hard to accept grace. We see Simon struggle when he tells Jesus to get away from Simon’s sin. Like us, Simon has a notion that Christ wants only the perfect in his Kingdom. Nothing could be farther from the truth. Christ wants sinners, those who will accept and understand the grace. Those who need grace are thankful and spread that grace throughout the world. We need only to look at Paul’s life to understand the infectious nature of grace.


We aren’t called to spread the Gospel and be Christ’s ambassadors here on earth because we will be good at the task. We are called so Jesus can work though us. When we feel we aren’t worthy to walk alongside Christ, that may be the very moment Christ is beginning to use us in ways beyond our comprehension and imagination. Jesus has a way of turning things upside down. If he can turn a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day into something extraordinary, just imagine what he can do through you if you only let him.  

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Deadly Preaching

Luke 4:14-30
“Deadly Preaching”
15 January 2017 St. Andrew’s Military Chapel Singapore

            On the evening of April 4th, 1968 a 39 year-old man was assassinated while standing on the balcony just outside his room at the Lorraine Motel in Memphis, Tennessee. The echoes of that gunshot rings loudly in America’s soul.

            Because he was a preacher’s kid, Martin Luther King Jr. regularly attended, sometimes reluctantly. Like most of us he had a time of questioning his faith and beliefs. Eventually his faith found a second wind. A strong wind it was as he decided, just prior to his senior year at Morehouse College, to enter full time ministry. For him, the church offered the best way to satisfy his inner hunger to serve humanity with sermons that would be a force for ideas including societal change.

            In 1954, at the young age of 24, King was called as the pastor of Dexter Avenue Baptist Church in Montgomery, Alabama. God called the right man to the right place at the right time.

            In March of 1955, 15 year-old Claudette Colvin refused to relinquish her bus seat to a white man, breaking the law at the time. On Thursday, December 1st 1955, four days after attending a meeting at Dexter Avenue Baptist discussing the murder of Emmett Till, Rosa Parks also refused to give up her seat to a white person.

            King and others sprung into action and three days later at black churches around the city announced a boycott of the Montgomery buses starting the next day until treatment of blacks improved and the seating dividing line was fixed rather than something the driver could change as he saw fit. The boycott lasted 385 days. This thrust King into the role as a leader in the fight for civil rights in America. With that role came backlash, to include a bombing of his home less than two months later.

            Despite the looming threat of death, multiple arrests and countless nights in jail, extended time away from his family, and the doubt we would all experience in a similar situation, King never backed down from his new calling as prophet to America on the sin of racism.

            Meanwhile, a young man attending college in Nashville was invited to attend workshops on non-violent resistance in the basement of Clark Memorial United Methodist Church. Those classes made such an impression that John Lewis never struck back against his oppressors and still practices the techniques he learned those many decades ago.

            After these seminars, Lewis helped to organize the sit in campaign in Nashville where blacks would go into segregated restaurants and peacefully order a meal. They never received their orders, instead they were typically delivered a beating or the cold snap of handcuffs as they were carried away by the police.

            In 1960, Lewis was invited to be one of the initial Freedom Riders where 7 whites and 6 blacks committed to riding from Washington, DC to New Orleans together, fully integrated. Needless to say, it was not the safest travel option for such a group. Their journey began on May 4th, 1961. After making it through Virginia and North Carolina with relative ease, the stop in Rock Hill, South Carolina marked the first physical attack but was just a prelude to future stops.

            On May 14th, Mothers Day, the bus was attacked by a mob who set the bus ablaze and held the doors shut to burn the riders alive. They failed in that attempt so they began to beat the riders as they escaped the bus, a lone highway patrolman’s warning shots preventing the beating from turning deadly. The Kennedy administration took notice.

            None of this deterred John Lewis. Two years later, in 1963, he was the youngest of the civil rights leaders organizing the march on Washington, DC where MLK delivered his now famous “I Have a Dream” speech. Then, in 1965 John Lewis stood his ground on the Edmund Pettus Bridge in Selma, Alabama in what is now known as “Bloody Sunday.” He and other marchers stopped to pray in the face of police officers. For his stand that day, he was awarded a fractured skull at the hands of the Alabama State Police. You can still see the scars on his face today.

            A young man received a call and commission from God to go and preach God’s word to the world regardless of the cost. He was a devout believer, attending synagogue regularly even being invited to read Scripture and deliver a message. One Sunday he read a passage from Isaiah about how God’s Spirit had come upon Isaiah to bring good news to the down and out of the world to bring good news to the poor, release to the captives, and freedom for the oppressed.

            This young man wasn’t from a famous family, his parents had no wealth, he wasn’t a trained teacher of the law or Scripture. So, the congregation was amazed at the teaching and grace that poured from his mouth. It was a nice surprise to hear an uneducated carpenter from a one camel town speak with such presence and eloquence. When those we deem unworthy speak truth to power, it makes quite an impression.

            Then, this young upstart preacher states the good news he just proclaimed wasn’t exclusively for them, it was for everyone. Even those deemed unworthy of friendship, compassion, respect, and love. Even more, he was telling them that he is being sent from their congregation to the very people they despised. Without condemnation, he was expanding the target population of their faith to everyone.

            And. They. Didn’t. Like. It. At. All.

            They congregation quickly turned on this preacher and attempted to lynch him. Jesus didn’t condemn his congregation. The congregation rejected Jesus because he preached inclusion.

            The Gospel has a way of unsettling people’s plans and ideas. For those in power, the idea of sharing power is hard to take. Sometimes so much so that people will maim and kill to maintain their grip on power. Many times it isn’t so much the people resisting the power shift as much as the structural inertia of oppression driving the status quo.

            The church is called to bring good news to the poor, proclaim release to the captives, help the blind see, and free the world from oppression. Regardless the beliefs of those to whom we are called to serve. When I say the church, that means every person in here today, reading this sermon on the internet or listening to the online podcast. We don’t get to say, that’s not my job.

            Just as the Body of Christ is made up of different parts, our individual part in living out God’s plan will differ. We all receive different gifts to bring Christ’s message to the world. We owe it to each other to not only help each other discern our part in this call, but to support each other in serving Christ as he has called us.

            As we go forth striving to be such a church, let the words of John Legend and Common serve as a reminder of our call to respond to Isaiah and Christ’s words:

Hands to the Heavens, no man, no weapon
Formed against, yes glory is destined
Every day women and men become legends
Sins that go against our skin become blessings
The movement is a rhythm to us
Freedom is like religion to us
Justice is juxtaposition in us
Justice for all just ain't specific enough
One son died, his spirit is revisitin' us
Truant livin' livin' in us, resistance is us

Selma's now for every man, woman and child
Even Jesus got his crown in front of a crowd
They marched with the torch, we gon' run with it now
Never look back, we done gone hundreds of miles
From dark roads he rose, to become a hero
Facin' the league of justice, his power was the people
Enemy is lethal, a king became regal
Saw the face of Jim Crow under a bald eagle
The biggest weapon is to stay peaceful
We sing, our music is the cuts that we bleed through
Somewhere in the dream we had an epiphany
Now we right the wrongs in history
No one can win the war individually
It takes the wisdom of the elders and young people's energy
Welcome to the story we call victory
Comin' of the Lord, my eyes have seen the glory


Monday, January 2, 2017

Seeing God

Luke 2:21-38
“Seeing God”
01 January 2017 St. Andrew’s Military Chapel Singapore

            I just spent the past week in Bali with my fiance's family. It was a wonderful week getting to know my future in laws. In particular, I got to know the most amazing 14 month old on the planet. This isn’t just a proud uncle to be talking, I’m just reporting my conclusion based on the reactions of everyone who met him this week.

            Everywhere we went, everyone wanted to stop and talk to him, tickle him, make faces at him, wave to him. We’d go out to a restaurant and the staff would ask if they could carry him for a bit and the next thing we knew Marlon was getting a personal tour of the restaurant and being introduced to every customer as if he was the owner. It felt as if I was traveling in Bali with a well-known celebrity. It helped that he acknowledged every attempt to get his attention with a wave, or what people most wanted to see, a million watt smile.

Has anyone else gone out of their way to be silly in the hopes of getting a child to smile? What in the world drives such behavior with children? Well, like any good preacher, I have a theory: Deep down when we make a child smile we know we are seeing a glimpse of God. 

We spend a month each year contemplating the meaning of Christ’s birth. Two thousand years ago people spent their entire lives looking forward to the coming of one person. People of great learning poured over scripture looking for clues that would describe the individual to come and save not just a nation, but the world. Today we heard the story of Simeon and Anna, two people waiting for the Messiah. We are not told Simeon’s age, but we can infer he had spent a long time waiting to see the Messiah. Anna was 84 years old, and if she got married around 20 (which would be a late age for marriage) then her husband would have passed when she was 27 leaving her praying and fasting in the temple for the past 57 years. I have trouble comprehending the magnitude of this kind of devotion.

When I read scripture I always attempt to put myself into the story to make it come alive. However for this story, I can’t really put myself in anyone’s shoes. I don’t remember my infancy so I can’t see the story from Jesus’ perspective. Not having spent decades in the same parish I have trouble seeing the story from the perspective of Simeon or Anna. I don’t have children, so I can’t really relate to Joseph or Mary as parents in this story. For me to make the story come alive, I think about performing a baptism.

Imagine an infant baptism in this chapel. The parents hand me their precious child so I can put the water on the child’s head but I stop. I look at that child and say out loud “my life is now complete.” Everything I’ve ever studied and lived for is in that child. I am holding the meaning of my life in my hands. When this happens a wizened elder of the church praises the child and goes outside to evangelize and tell everyone the world’s redemption is at hand.

I have to smile because I can just imagine the looks on people’s faces, including my own, if that occurred right here. That is why I love this story. In my mind it challenges and forces us to ask some questions.  Would I recognize God in my own hands? Since my answer is most likely no, why not? If I saw God in everyone, how would my behavior change?

John Calvin wrote,[1] “Wherever you cast your eyes, there is no spot in the universe wherein you cannot discern at least some spark of [God’s] glory.” He wanted us to see God all around us, in every part of creation. Looking at creation should inspire wonder and awe towards God.

Occasionally I will stop and look at a sunset or look up at the stars in awe. Sometimes I will make funny faces at an infant to elicit a bright smile or an infectious laugh.  But, I don’t do that near as often as I should. Simeon and Anna convict me of my inability to see God all around me. If I can’t see God in all of creation, I am not sure I would even recognize God face to face. In fact, maybe we see God face to face everyday, but just don’t realize what is right before our eyes. 

We live in a fast moving world. We spend Advent shopping. Traveling. Dealing with traffic. Worrying about the bills. Trying to finish projects so we can have a vacation. Bickering with family and many other things that prevent us from stopping, if only for a moment, to take in creation. To take in God. We are not alone in this busyness, everyone struggles to slow down. We don’t want to be left in last place in the rat race. Children don’t worry about any of this until we teach them to live busy lives. Maybe that is why Jesus said that we needed to be like children to enter the kingdom. Children look at everything in wonder and slowly take it all in. They get it. 

Have you ever walked past a busker? If you are like me you hear the music but don’t take the time to really listen. In January of 2007 the Washington Post did a little experiment. They placed a man wearing a T-shirt and a ball cap beside a trashcan in a DC subway station and let him play his violin for 43 minutes during rush hour while recording the entire performance. While he played, about 1100 people passed him. Of those 1100, 7 stopped to listen for some amount of time and 27 put money into his violin case for a whopping 32 dollars and 17 cents. Forty dollars an hour isn’t that bad, but he is no ordinary street performer.  (Play Video)

Suddenly, a three year old hears a beautiful melody echoing off the station walls and stops, forcing his mother to listen with him. Mom has other ideas and keeps going to her next scheduled event. He resists, so she moves to block his line of sight to keep them on schedule. Oddly, it wasn’t just one three year old trying to pull others out of the rat race to hear something beautiful. Every single child that walked by noticed the music and attempted to bask in the musical beauty while every one of their parents scooted the children away.

What did those who stopped notice that others missed? They heard violin prodigy Joshua Bell playing beautiful masterpieces on a 3.5 million dollar Stradivari violin. Sometimes beauty is all around us and we fail to stop and breathe it in. Children feel and want to bask in beauty. This could be the reason that only children can enter Narnia. Perhaps that is why we stop to play with children. Deep down we are trying to understand how to enjoy God through them.

            Why do Simeon and Anna see God in Jesus when many of the people around them could not even after Jesus was performing miracles? They dedicated their lives to seeking God’s presence. Not just reading scripture for the answers. They read the scriptures to show them what to look for but spent time in prayer to learn how to see God.  They made a commitment of their lives to look for God in everyone. Had they not been looking for God in everyone they would have missed God in the infant before them.  These two saints looked at the world both with the wisdom of adults and the eyes of expectant and awe struck children.

            In this way we are all like Simeon and Anna. We have Scriptures describing what to look for. We need to commit to truly reading Scripture as a way to find God in the world.  But we can’t focus on just Scripture and ignore the world around us. It is a two way street: Scripture informs our lives and our lives help interpret Scripture.

So what would the world look like if, like children, we saw God all around us? If we saw God in all of the land would we take better care of our resources? Would we work to manage them instead of deplete what we have been given? Stewardship would take on a new meaning.

What about our relationships with each other? What would the world look like if we treated each other as one would treat God? Would you treat the driver who cut you off any differently? What about the rude customer service agent? How about the homeless guy on the street asking you to spare a dime? The pregnant teenager? The alcoholic? 

On Christmas we celebrate the miracle of God becoming human. Because we believe in the incarnation, is it that much of a stretch to believe that Immanuel is with all of us and everyone should receive the same love and respect as we give God? Looking at people this way also deepens the meaning of Matthew 25:40; what you do to the least of these you do also to God. The name Immanuel means God is with everyone.

Now I don’t want to discuss a theory without providing an example of what this may look like. A few years ago, I was flying to Los Angeles for ordination interviews. Of my four flights, one was cancelled, one was stuck at the gate for two hours because the luggage got stuck in the snow and one had a 90-minute delay in the terminal. On Friday morning, I arrived at the airport, found out my flight was cancelled, and had to wait in line for over an hour to talk with a ticket agent. People were stressed and one of the customer service agents was not helping matters. As my frustration level rose, the theme of this sermon kept rattling in my head.

With great difficulty, I fought the urge to get worked up like everyone else. I struck up conversations with those around me and when I finally got to the counter I didn’t ask about my flight, I asked how the agent was doing and joked about how this was his worst nightmare. I did my best to treat him as if I were talking to God. I am not trying to brag on my behavior because, believe me, I have had less stellar moments in my life. Was this small and insignificant? Yes, but it is a small stepping-stone to seeing God in everyone all the time.

Why do we play with infants and try to get them to smile in lines? Perhaps we are working on seeing God in everyone. I know that for the most part, it is easier with children because they usually don’t reject smiles and attention. If we can work on seeing God in one group of humans, then maybe it will be easier to learn how to see God in everyone else. So find a group of people in whom you see God every single time you encounter them. It can be children at the supermarket line, your family, the homeless, your small group at church, or the maniac drivers in rush hour. Well, maybe not the crazy drivers just yet. 

Work to love a small slice of people knowing God is with them and then you can extend that love farther and farther into other groups of people building meaningful relationships centered on God. Imagine if all Christians were to go out and see God in everyone we encounter.  Everyone would see God in Christians and would come to God in the church. This is vital in improving relationships with all kinds of people. But if I am wrong, at least we are having fun getting  children to laugh and smile whenever we meet them.




[1] Calvin, Institutes Book 1, Chapter 5.