Saturday, April 30, 2016

Mission on the Margins

Bethlehem/Newfolden, MN and Nazareth/Holt, MN
May 1, 2016
Easter 6/Acts 16:9-15


In the name of Jesus.  Amen.

Many moons ago when I was a wee little lad in Sunday School I loved stories like this one in Acts 16—stories of Paul the intrepid missionary, criss-crossing the ancient world, preaching the Good News and winning persons for Christ.

Paul, seemed like a super-hero to me:  always marching from triumph to triumph, the infant church growing by leaps and bounds…

Only later, as I began to explore the Bible more slowly and closely and in greater depth—did I come to realize these stories in the Book of Acts are more complicated than that.

The Apostle Paul didn’t always get to where he thought he was going.  He was often sidetracked, bushwhacked, pushed away, thwarted.

What this morning’s reading from Acts fails to mention is that before Paul had his famous vision in the night—a vision of a man from Macedonia, pleading with Paul to “come over to Macedonia and help us”—what might be easy to miss here is that the invitation into Macedonia was preceded by two failed attempts to reach other destinations—to Asia first, but that didn’t happen….and then to Bithynia, but that was a bust, too! (Acts 16:6-8)

Paul in the power of the Holy Spirit, understood these two failed attempts as ways that God was in fact directing him elsewhere….which is a good reminder that missionaries like Paul encountered obstacles and closed doors at least as often as they were welcomed with open arms.

Nevertheless, the point is worth pondering, that missionaries like Paul had to take “No” for an answer, more often than we might guess.

Only after hearing a “No” or even a series of “No’s” did the mission proceed….and where exactly did Paul end up?

In the most unlikely of places:  down by the riverside outside Philippi, surrounded by a bunch of women.

THIS was the journey’s goal that God had in mind for Paul?  Really?   Who’d have ever imagined that Paul had to bypass Asia and skirt around Bithynia, just to get to Philippi and a gathering of women in prayer—women trying to make their way in a man’s world!

We must take the full measure of all the borders that Paul and his entourage were crossing here.   Pious Jewish men in Paul’s day often prayed a prayer of thanksgiving that went like this:  “I thank you Lord that I was not born a slave, a Gentile or a woman!”    

And here was Paul—risking life and limb on the Mediterranean Sea just so he could hobnob with a bunch of Gentiles who also happened to be women.

But this is exactly how it was meant to be.   God directs Paul and company to persons on the margins of life in that day, women who are often left out of the historical record, women eager to hear the Good News about Jesus…women who, in fact, became the foundation of the church in Philippi.

One of these women is actually named here--Lydia, who seems to have done rather well, living in a man’s world.  Lydia was an entrepreneur, a dealer in expensive textiles, high-end merchandise that favored the rich, rich color purple.   Lydia, whoever she was, was a businesswoman who headed up her own household.

And when she heard Paul speak about Jesus, she believed what she heard and was baptized, along with her whole household….and then (as Eugene Peterson puts it in his wonderful paraphrase[1] of Acts) “in a surge of hospitality” Lydia invited Paul and his fellow missionaries to stay with her for a while.

In other words:   Lydia’s house became the mission center for the Christians of Philippi who became the most beloved of all the churches Paul founded.

Who would have guessed?   That after facing obstacles and closed doors, Paul’s missionary meanderings would lead him to Lydia’s doorstep, starting a church with the women’s group first—women living very much in a man’s world?

But really—isn’t that just like God, to work in such a fashion!?

God, the God we know best in Jesus Christ, never shrinks back from obstacles.   God loves maneuvering around or walking through closed doors.  God in Christ is just no good at taking “No” for an answer.   God prefers, really prefers “the scenic route.”  

And God gets the biggest kick out of working with the most unlikely of characters.   If some group is living on the edge of human society, if some persons hang out there on the margins—God in Jesus Christ is always making a beeline for them, seeking them out, finding them, taking up residence with them, working in them/with them/through them.

We see this right in the story of Jesus.   As the gospels tell that story Jesus is always on the move, forever encountering strangers, most often heading straight towards all the wrong crowd.  It’s as if they—the pitiful sick ones, the most notorious sinners, the accursed outsiders—were the objects of Jesus’ most ardent affection.

We see this in the long, long story of the church.   Rodney Stark, a sociologist of religion, contends that one of the reasons the Christian movement grew in ancient times was that Christians didn’t hightail it and flee when plagues were killing off people in droves.   Early Christians stayed with the sick, cared for the dying, risked catching the same disease with them—and the world took notice!

We see this in the global church, especially in places like our companion synod in India.  There is a reason why so many members of the Untouchables, the Dalits—those below the lowest rung of India’s social ladder—have embraced Christ and his church.   It’s because the Dalits see in Jesus a kindred spirit, a fellow Dalit, despised by the world, good-for-nothing, edged out of society and hung on a cross.

We see this much closer to home, right here in northwestern Minnesota.  Folks in the great coastal cities who make up the bulk of the U.S. population consider us “flyover” territory—that vast midsection of our continent that busy folks are forced to fly over to get from crowded New York to sprawling Los Angeles.   

Even here on the territory of our synod, I know what folks say about your part of our territory, the area north of Highway Two.   I visit with pastors from other parts of the country and seminarians eager for their first calls, and I point out this very area on the map—and many of them look at it and say:  “You want me to go way up there?   Why, there’s nobody up there—on the maps it doesn’t even look inhabited!”…..to which I love to respond:  “Yes, indeed, there are people up north of Highway Two….fine people, good salt-of-the-earth folks you could come to love—and they could come to love you…..and guess what:   there’s another whole country called Canada just north of us!”

This missionary journey of Paul that we get a brief glimpse of here in Acts 16—this missionary vocation to which Paul was called “worked on him,” profound shaping his faith and sharpening his proclamation.   By constantly calling Paul to the edges, the very margins of society in the first century, by plopping Paul down in places like that prayer gathering of women just outside Philippi….God made Paul see that God allows no obstacles to stand in his way, that God has a thing for those living on the edges of life, those who for all the world look like losers—they, they are the special objects of God’s deepest affection.

Which is why, in one of Paul’s greatest epistles, he could write words like these:   “Consider your own call, brothers and sisters: not many of you were wise by human standards, not many were powerful, not many were of noble birth. But God chose what is foolish in the world to shame the wise; God chose what is weak in the world to shame the strong; God chose what is low and despised in the world, things that are not, to reduce to nothing things that are, so that no one might boast in the presence of God. He is the source of your life in Christ Jesus, who became for us wisdom from God, and righteousness and sanctification and redemption, in order that, as it is written, ‘Let the one who boasts, boast in the Lord.’”  (I Corinthians 1:26-31)

In the name of Jesus.

Amen.




[1] The Message, paraphrase of  Acts 16:15.

Saturday, April 16, 2016

My Sheep Hear My Voice

Trinity Lutheran Church, Detroit Lakes
April 17, 2016
Easter 4/Year C/John 10:22-30
Commissioning of Suzie Porter, Associate in Ministry

In the name of Jesus.  Amen.

No doubt about it, we’re smack dab in the middle of the most interesting, contentious presidential campaign in years.

Since 1972 when I first voted, I can’t recall a time when the major parties were as splintered as they seem to be this year!

The campaign rhetoric is hotter and heavier than ever, and some of us are sick to death of it….even though the election itself is still over six months away.

What this campaign seems to make clearer than ever is that political campaigns are always about both ideas and personalities.  

By rights, we should be focused on the ideas and issues before our nation—and some of the time that’s what the candidates are paying attention to.  

But this election of 2016 is also very much about personalities—how we feel about and react to this array of candidates who are all trying to gain our trust and garner our votes.

Issues vs. personalities:  it’s tempting to think this is something new, but it’s not.   Politicians have always had to BOTH put forth their ideas and showcase their personalities….because, come Election Day, we voters will make judgments about both of those things:  the reasons we lean toward one candidate over another, but also the relationships we hope to have with those who would lead us.

And truly, this interplay of “reasons and relationships” goes on in other parts of our lives as well, including our lives of faith.

Even here in this gospel lesson from John 10 we some of these dynamics playing out.

Jesus has been teaching and working wonders almost nonstop throughout the first ten chapters of John’s gospel, and everywhere he goes the reactions of those around him are mixed.   Some are drawn to him, others are repulsed by him, while others are still trying to make up their minds.

Such wonderment about Jesus finds voice here in “the Jews”--which in John’s Gospel usually is code language for the Jewish leaders who oppose Jesus at every turn…. 

…These Jewish leaders have had enough with hearing Jesus teach and watching him perform signs and wonders—they want answers.  They crave a conclusion:   “How long will you keep us in suspense? If you are the Messiah, tell us plainly.”

Jesus’ opponents demand facts, answers and evidence.  They want Jesus to give them reasons why they should take him seriously.

Nothing has changed.  People still want reasons for aligning themselves with Jesus.  Folks are still saying to Jesus: “give me what I’m looking for–some evidence to meet my criteria–and then I might buy into what you’re all about.”

But what Jesus does, in response to his Jewish opponents, is to give them anything but plain, black-and-white answers.   

Instead Jesus engages with them on his terms, responding with:  ‘‘I have told you, and you do not believe. You’ve got more than enough information about me.  The problem isn’t my willingness to speak plainly–it’s your unwillingness to grasp it, or (more accurately!) to be grasped by it.”

“Let my actions do the talking,” Jesus continues.  “Watch what I’m doing–read the signs.   There are persons who are catching on, being grabbed by the awareness of who I am and what I’m up to.”

“But you do not believe, “ Jesus tells his opponents--“You do not believe because you do not belong to my sheep.”

Here, Jesus’ opponents want to talk about reasons, but Jesus shifts their focus more toward relationships.   Believing, for Jesus, can only go hand in hand with belonging. 

Believing isn’t likely to happen in a safe, armchair discussion about Jesus.   But believing just might happen in a face-to-face encounter with Jesus.  Suspend your disbelief long enough to hang around Jesus—and belief might grow on you, faith might overtake you and never let you go.

But how does that actually play out?

Jesus offers a clue that is both plain-spoken and poetic.  Jesus gives his opponents a metaphor, a word-comparison, one of the most beloved in all the Bible:

My sheep hear my voice.
I know them, and they follow me.
I give them eternal life, and they will never perish.
No one will snatch them out of my hand.   

I have known two fathers in my life.   Both were southern MN farmers who kept sheep.

My own father, Lawrence, was with me for the first 21 years of my life.  He kept a small flock of sheep because they were cheap lawn mowers.

You see, our family rented farms on shares, and there was often an unoccupied farm-site that went with the deal.   So my dad would haul that little flock of sheep from farm-site to farm-site to keep the grass short and the weeds down-to-size.

These sheep knew my father and they heard his voice.   If my dad needed the sheep to come to him he’d just put two handfuls of shelled corn in the bottom of an old steel pail, shake the corn a little, simply call: “Sheep”—and they would come.   As easy as that.

For the second 21 years of my life I had my second father, my father-in-law, Kenny.

He also kept sheep, but he used a much more colorful vocabulary around them.  Kenny probably knew sheep better than Lawrence did—Kenny knew just how ornery sheep could be, so when he called them he usually tossed in a cuss-word or two, the kinds of words you don’t want me using in the pulpit.

Kenny—even though he used more colorful language than Lawrence did—Kenny still called his sheep, and they still heard his voice and responded.  The cuss-words didn’t seem to bother them.   The sheep came anyway.

Because sheep are like that.  They become so familiar with their shepherd that just one syllable from the shepherd’s lips sets their feet in motion.  Sometimes all it takes is the farmer’s hand on the latch of the barn door–sometimes you don’t even need to say anything.

My sheep hear my voice, Jesus says.   And all at once he’s speaking in a whole different realm here.  Jesus lifts up a relationship of deep familiarity, of intimacy--a relationship forged over time, a relationship that can mean life or death for members of the flock.

That’s what Jesus is after with you and me. 

That’s what Jesus wants to give us.  Not reasons that will let us make up our own minds, according to our own set of standards.  

No.  Jesus hankers, rather, for a relationship.  Jesus wants to “get” us–to gain us and keep us forever.

And Jesus will do whatever it takes to “get” us, to make such a relationship happen.

Jesus woos us, Jesus wins us for such a relationship by speaking to us lavish promises—promises that sound too good to be true.  Jesus wins us over by standing behind those promises, even if it means death for him—a death he willingly dies, so that you and I might live forever in his forgiving freedom.

My sheep hear my voice.
I know them, and they follow me.
I give them eternal life, and they will never perish.
No one will snatch them out of my hand.   

I seriously doubt that anyone ever gets argued into or convinced into the kingdom of God.

But I do believe Jesus “gets” us, that God wins and woos us, in much the same way that a shepherd finesses the flock.

Sometimes with just a little corn in the bottom of a steel pail.

With provender, in other words–provisions and promises that win us over, draw us in, keep us safe for this life and secure for the life to come.

God wins and woos us this day once again, with a splash of water, a taste of bread and wine, and with just a few words–words in which we hear the unmistakable tones of the Shepherd’s own voice.

God wins and woos us this day once again…

…and God uses us in his flock—the flock called “church”—God uses us to be his shepherd’s voice in this world of lost lambs. 

And truly isn’t that what this congregation is all about?  Isn’t that the goal of all the ministries of Trinity?  Isn’t that why we’re focusing especially today on youth and adult education ministries, as we commission Suzie Porter as an ELCA Associate in Ministry?

The only way folks can get close to Jesus is by getting close to those who already belong to Jesus.   

And there’s never an end to that good work.  Surely it’s what can keep us wandering sheep out of mischief for another week, don’t you think?


In the name of Jesus. Amen.

Thursday, April 7, 2016

Tying Up Loose Ends

Climax/Grue/Sand Hill Lutheran Churches (Climax)
April 10, 2016
Easter 3
John 21:1-19


Sometimes there are loose ends that just have to be tied up.

That’s one way of talking about what appears to be happening here in this gospel reading from John 21.

The previous chapter of John’s Gospel (the story of the risen Jesus’ appearing to his disciples and Thomas who doubted) …this chapter drew to a close in a way that sounded like a compelling conclusion to an entire book:  Now Jesus did many other signs in the presence of his disciples, which are not written in this book. But these are written so that you may come to believe that Jesus is the Messiah, the Son of God, and that through believing you may have life in his name.(John 20:30-31)  

Ta dah!  Amen!  The End!

But then John’s gospel didn’t end, after all.   After Chapter 20 seemed to polish off the whole book—another chapter appeared, the one we have before us this morning.

And what gives with that?

Well, sometimes even at the end of a story well told—there are still a few loose ends dangling that simply need to be tied up.

And in the case of this 21st chapter of St John, the loose end has a name:   Simon Peter.

John just couldn’t end his gospel with Peter, the leader of the disciples, stuck back in the courtyard of the high priest (John 18:15-18, 25-27), warming himself by a charcoal fire while Jesus was on trial for his life.  John couldn’t leave Peter there, denying he even knew Jesus…not just once, not twice, but three times.

You can’t abandon the prince of the apostles in such a dire straits!

So another chapter to this gospel had to be written….to tie up this critical loose end.

And truly--Peter looms large here in John 21.  
  •  He stands in his usual position, at the head of the list of the seven disciples by the Sea of Tiberias. 
  •  It is Peter’s bright idea to go fishing with the boys.
  •  When a mysterious stranger on the seashore shouts out some angling advice that ends up filling the boat with fish—it is to Peter that one of the disciples whispers:  “It is the Lord.”
  •  When the seven disciples try to make their way toward shore with all those fish, it is Peter who just can’t wait, Peter who pulls on his clothes and plunges into the water to swim for shore, ahead of the boat.
  •  It is Peter who—apparently singlehandedly—drags the bulging net filled with 153 fish to the feet of the stranger, so he can rustle up a “shore-lunch” breakfast for the weary fishermen.
Peter seems to be way too eager here, doesn’t he?  He comes off like an over-achieving school boy, sitting in the front row—hand always raised, fervently trying to be noticed by the teacher.  

Impetuous as always, Peter “makes a scene” here, trying to gain Jesus’ attention…

So, when breakfast is over, it is to Peter and Peter alone that the risen Jesus turns, as if this whole scene had been orchestrated purely for the purpose of getting Jesus and Peter in the same private space, facing each other for the first time since “the night in which [Jesus] was betrayed.”

Why?   What’s this whole over-eager, grand-standing effort of Peter about?   Why did he need some facetime with Jesus?

Two reasons, I think.

First, Peter had to have been filled with the deepest, darkest remorse—for how he had abandoned Jesus, in effect spitting in Jesus’ face with all the other haters and accusers.
That had to have weighed heavily on Peter.   It must have been the one thing he couldn’t stop thinking about.

And haven’t we all been there?   Haven’t we all royally messed up?   Let someone down?  Abandoned a friend in a time of deep need?   Denied being associated with someone we have known and even loved?

Peter and Jesus needed to encounter each other, first, because Peter was being crushed by a load of guilt that he could not absolve himself of. 

No—only someone else, only Jesus, could remove that crushing load from Peter’s back.

Only Jesus, crucified and risen, could tie up this loose end and allow Peter to lift up his head again.  Indeed only Jesus risen from the grace could liberate Peter to live again.

But how would this reunion go?  What would they say to one another?

If I’d been in Jesus’ shoes I know exactly how I would have handled it.

I probably would have shook my head, wagged my finger, and blurted out something like:  “Peter, you good for nothing jerk!   How could you do that?  How dare you lie three times about your relationship with me?  How could you stand there—with a straight face—and declare you had never known me?   What do you have to say for yourself, Peter?  Why should I even be talking with you now?   What future can I possibly have with a miserable turncoat like you?”

If I had been Jesus I would have asked Peter if he was sorry, I mean “really and truly sorry”…sorry from the tips of his toes to the top of his head.   I would have demanded that Peter ‘fess up, admit his guilt and ask for forgiveness.

But that is not what Jesus does here, it is not what Jesus says to Peter.

Instead of all that wallowing and groveling in the past that might have been our first inclination, Jesus insists on living in the present, with an eye toward the future.
Jesus has—really—just one question for Peter:  “Peter, do you love me?”

I doubt Peter could ever have made a confession good enough, wide enough, deep enough, sincere enough to cover his grievous sin….but to this question from Jesus, Peter had a ready answer, an answer he didn’t even have to think about:  “Yes, Lord, you know that I love you….”

A question, asked and answered, not once, not twice, but three times.  

Peter was momentarily dismayed when Jesus kept repeating the question—wondering why Jesus had to ask more than once.  But of course, Jesus had to do that.   The question and the answer had to be heard just as many times as the denials had been uttered on that dark night when Peter had denied Jesus.

Why did Jesus and Peter need to have this conversation?   Remember, I said there were two reasons….and dealing with Peter’s crushing guilt, redeeming Peter’s past, was only one of those reasons.

Jesus had more “fish to fry” here, though.   Jesus didn’t need to tie up some loose ends in Peter’s past.  He needed to bestow upon Peter a fresh future….a future that was wrapped up not just in knowing Peter still loved him, but a future that was granted each time Jesus invited Peter back into his mission with the gracious command:   
“Feed my lambs, feed my sheep”….

….a command issued, not once, not twice but three times…

….because the main thing Jesus was after here was to restore Peter to useful service and witness, to be offered in the blazing light of the Resurrection.

My friends, sometimes the absolution sounds like this:  “I now therefore declare unto you the entire forgiveness of your sins.”   What a glorious word of promise and freedom!

But sometimes the forgiveness of sins comes with other words, like:  “Do you love me?    Feed my sheep, feed my lambs.”

Surely Jesus was restoring Peter in this conversation, not just undoing Peter’s sorry past, but imparting to Peter a fresh future.

And isn’t that what we all, always need to hear for ourselves, too?
  • If there are some loose ends in your life…
  • If you have really done someone wrong….
  • If you have ever known from the tips of your toes to the top of your head that you, yes you, are “captive to sin”….
  • If you are plagued by pangs of guilt over some unbearable evil you have done or may simply have allowed to happen…
  • If you ever imagine that you can’t possibly be of any further use to God…

...There is Someone who stands before you this morning, having passed through death into the Life that never ends.   This One does not demand that you make a good enough confession so as to deserve his forgiveness.

This One does not live in the past.  He belongs to the future, and he bids you and me step forward, with the likes of Peter the denier….this One woos us forward not with words of shame but with a simple question:  “Do you love me?”

How can we answer in any other way than to reply:  “Yes Lord, you know that I love you?”

And having heard us say that, if only in the silence of our souls, how can Jesus respond in any other way than to say:  “Feed my sheep…lavish on them my word of pardon, fill them with the story of my death-defying love, embolden them to serve all graciously, feed them with the Best News Ever--intended for all ears to hear.”

In the name of Jesus.  Amen. 

Sunday, March 27, 2016

Speaking Truth in Love: Death and Resurrection

Northwestern Minnesota Synod ELCA
Bishop's Monthly Bible Study
April 2016



When death intrudes into our lives we often become tongue-tied.

Someone we loved dies, and we don’t know what to say.   We know we should say something, especially to those who mourn, but what words fail us.

Too often we murmur trite comments that reflect a sappy, “greeting card” sentimentality:
·        The Lord only takes the best.
·        God needed another angel.
·        Your loved one is still with you, looking down from above.
·        It’s just her body that died--her real self, her soul still lives.

In our tongue-tied state we rely too often on comments that sound consoling but simply are not true.  None of these four oft-repeated comments reflect the deepest witness of Holy Scripture.

Faithful speech is always both loving and true.   This month’s study suggests some alternatives to the untrue things we find ourselves saying in funeral homes and at gravesides.   We’ll also draw out some implications of all this for our corporate life in the Body of Christ.

What’s Untrue Here?

If you’ve read this far you may already be offended, because you’ve not only said one of the four comments mentioned above—but you actually believe these words.   Please take another look at each of these four statements, in the light of our biblical witness:

The Lord only takes the best.   Nowhere does the Bible speak in this fashion.   I we stop just for a moment and think deeply, this statement cannot be true.   It is not only “the best” who die.  All of us—the best and the worst--die.    Moreover, what does such a statement really tell us about the Lord?   A Lord who “only takes the best” sounds more like a sadist than a Savior.

God needed another angel.   These words tug at our hearts, especially when we say them at the death of a child.   But there isn’t even a smidgen of scriptural truth in this statement.   Nothing in the Bible even implies that you and I are angels-in-waiting.    Angels are another order of beings within God’s vast creation; we humans are not “promoted” to angelic status when we die.  You and I always have been, always are and always will be human beings.   Created in God’s image, beloved by our Maker, redeemed by Christ, we are destined for “the life everlasting” (Apostles’ Creed) as resurrected human beings.

Your loved one is looking down from above.    This statement also taps into our emotions, seeking to bridge the chasm between the living and the blessed dead.   But again, this idea of our departed loved ones “looking down” on us is not found in the pages of the Bible.   Moreover, given the reality of sin and the complexity of every human relationship, the notion of a deceased relative or friend “watching” from on high may sound anything but comforting to some mourners.

It’s just the body that died—the real self is immortal.   This comment strikes at the very heart of the biblical witness about the nature of death and the “life of the world to come” (Nicene Creed).  Such thinking is rooted more in ancient Greek philosophy than in the history of God’s saving deeds in Israel and in Christ.   The Bible knows nothing of a disembodied human life—whether in this present age or in the age to come.  (For more on that, read carefully Paul’s magnificent 15th chapter of I Corinthians.)   Truthful, loving speech asserts that God has created us and will one day resurrect us as whole beings—a unity of body, mind, and spirit.

What’s At Stake Here?

Many of the comments people make when someone dies have no biblical basis.  What’s worse is that they downplay or even ignore God’s death-defying salvation in Jesus Christ.   When we say these sorts of things we settle for less—far less!—than what God reveals to us about death, resurrection and the life of the world to come.

So what if we took another run at the whole question of truthful, loving speech in the face of death?   What truthful, loving words could we utter when someone we care about dies?  

First, don’t assume that you have to say anything—at least not right away.   Often our desire to say something when a death occurs reflects our need (the need of the speaker) than the need of the grieving one with whom we’re conversing.  It’s as if we have to fill the void of grief with noise rather than live with silence in the face of death.    Such noise can even be one of the ways we deny death or avoid pain.  

Let us pause and simply embrace those who grieve.  Let us not hesitate to allow first words simply to articulate sorrow at the loss that has happened.  “I’m so sorry…this is so sad….we share your grief.”   What a mourner needs first is to know that you are present, walking together on the journey of grief—and that you will continue to be there for them long after the funeral.   Our Lord Jesus, in his sobbing at the tomb of Lazarus (John 11:35) and in his walking with two disciples from Jerusalem to Emmaus (Luke 24:13-35) is our model here.  Notice how long Jesus the mysterious stranger simply walks with and listens to the two disciples in the Emmaus story.

Second, when we speak let us seek out words that are most congruent with what we know to be true in the life, suffering, death and resurrection of Jesus Christ.   For example:

Your loved one is in God’s strong, loving embrace.  It’s hard to top St. Paul’s simple but stirring words:    “If we live, we live to the Lord, and if we die, we die to the Lord; so then, whether we live or whether we die, we are the Lord’s.” (Romans 14:8)

Our God claimed (name)—and our God plays for keeps.  Speaking in such a fashion is possible because of our understanding of God’s claim upon us in our Baptism into Christ Jesus.  The funeral liturgy (ELW, p. 279ff)  is so helpful, especially as it reminds us that “we have been buried with [Christ] by baptism into death, so that, just as Christ was raised from the dead by the glory of the Father, so we too might walk in newness of life. For if we have been united with him in a death like his, we will certainly be united with him in a resurrection like his.”  (Romans 6:4-5)

Nothing, not even death, can separate us from God’s love.   Such words reflect one of the strongest, clearest promises in the scriptures for a time of grief:  “In all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor rulers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.” (Romans 8:37-39)

God raised up Jesus, and God will raise (name) to new life.   In the four gospel stories of Jesus’ resurrection we witness how God deals with death.   Jesus defeats death—by dying.   God defeats death—by raising up the crucified Jesus.   On the last day, God—not death—will have the final word:   “Christ has been raised from the dead, the first fruits of those who have died. For since death came through a human being, the resurrection of the dead has also come through a human being; for as all die in Adam, so all will be made alive in Christ.”  (I Corinthians 15:20-22)

Death and Resurrection in the Life of the Church

There is so much more that we could say about how to speak truthfully and lovingly in the face of the encounters with death that are part of our lives.  Let us conclude these reflections by pondering the connections between how we think and speak about the death and resurrection of individuals and how we reflect on the ongoing experience of death-and-resurrection for Christian communities.

The church of Jesus Christ, of course, will never die.   Jesus promised that “the gates of Hades will not prevail against [his church].”  (Matthew 16:18)  But this stirring promise does not mean that the church will not experience death-and-resurrection in the dynamics of how it lives and works within the vagaries of space and time.   This is particularly true with respect to patterns for how the church organizes itself to serve God’s mission in the world.

The church may not die, but certain ways of “doing church” will come and go.   We are often reluctant to recognize this, though.   We tend to associate certain forms or patterns or structures or programs of the church with the very existence of the church.

Our denial of death—our discomfort in speaking about death—carries over into how we “do church.”  In fact, our fear of the death of the “church as we have known it” is one of the things that’s killing us.  What if we regularly proclaimed that when one way of “doing church” dies, we expect the God of the God who raised Jesus to raise up fresh pathways for being church on the next leg of our journey?  

What we believe and proclaim about death can re-root our Christian communities in God’s resurrecting action.   After all, we believe in the God who promises:  “See, I am making all things new.” (Revelation 21:5)

Lawrence R. Wohlrabe serves as bishop of the
Northwestern Minnesota Synod of the
Evangelical Lutheran Church in America.

For reflection and/or discussion:
  1. What are your earliest memories of a death of someone who had been part of your life?   What feelings did you experience?  What questions did you have?   What words of hope did you hear?
  2. The study mentions four comments that persons sometimes make to those who are in grief.   What other “trite-and-untrue” things have you heard (or said) when someone dies?   What other language have you heard (or said) that witnesses faithfully to God’s truth about death and resurrection?
  3. What in the life of your present congregation reflects a fear of death (the death of some structure or program or way of organizing for mission) that prevents your congregation from being open to God’s gift of fresh pathways to “being church?”


This is the fourth in a series of monthly bishop’s Bible studies during 2016 on the theme, Truth and Love at the Crossroads.  These columns are designed to equip the disciples and leadership groups such as church councils, for faithful and fruitful ministry.   Feel free to use each column for personal reflection or group discussion, e.g. church council meeting devotions/discussion.   

Saturday, March 12, 2016

By Hook or By Crook, God Gets Through to Us

Installation of Pastor Edward Keith Lankford
March 12, 2016
Good Shepherd Lutheran Church, Henning, MN
I Samuel 3:1-10


In the name of Jesus.   Amen.

You’d think that being called by God wouldn’t be so hard.   Hearing the voice of God speak—that should be easy, shouldn’t it?     If God can’t communicate clearly—well then who can?

If you and I can’t hear God talking to us—who will we hear?

And yet, it seems, hearing God is anything but easy.    For all sorts of reasons, “picking up the phone” when God decides to call is fraught with difficulty.

Take young Samuel in our Old Testament lesson.  Samuel has at least three strikes against him when God comes a calling.

First, the timing is all wrong.    When Samuel is trying to go to sleep in the temple where he’d been serving under the elderly priest, Eli…..when Samuel was first called by God, Samuel had nothing to compare that with.   “The word of the Lord was rare in those days; visions were not widespread” (v. 1).

The timing was all wrong for Samuel to “get it.”   God came calling in the midst of a veritable drought—a long dry spell when no one was hearing God speak with any degree of frequency or familiarity.   No wonder Samuel missed his cue;   no one was expecting God to speak—folks maybe even thought that sort of business was a thing of the past, never to be repeated again.

Second, Samuel himself wasn’t exactly well-suited for hearing God.   Our text says that “Samuel did not yet know the Lord, and the word of the Lord had not yet been revealed to him.”(v. 7)  Samuel was just a boy, after all.   He brought no seasoned wisdom, no depth of spiritual experience, no training in recognizing the things of God.    The conventional wisdom of that time was that God didn’t usually bother with one so young—God did vital business with elders, those long past their salad days.

The timing was wrong….and the recipient of God’s call was most unexpected….

And then, to make matters worse, Samuel’s guide, old Eli was over the hill, way past his period of useful service to God.    Eli was on the way out—God was removing the mantle of leadership from his tired old shoulders.     Eli’s days were numbered—his sins of omission, his failure to deal with his two rascally sons, was catching up with him.

And yet this flawed vessel Eli was the only one available to coach young Samuel in the ways of God.    It had been a while, a long while, since Eli transacted business with the Almighty One…..and yet even the passage of years had not totally dimmed Eli’s recollection of what to do.

Slowly it came back to Eli what was happening here.     Gradually, it dawned on Eli what was transpiring with the nocturnal pesterings of his young apprentice.

Eli—flawed vessel that he was!—Eli was the only one who could help Samuel—help him hear the rare and precious Word of the Lord.   So Eli coached Samuel, giving him the words, the formula to utter next time he heard the voice that was disturbing his fitful slumber:     Next time you hear him calling say, “Speak, Lord, for your servant is listening.” (v. 10)

Amazing!   You’d think hearing God call you would be easy as pie—like falling off a log.   But nothing could be farther from the truth.    The timing:  all wrong.    The hearer: way too young and untested.    The guide: a has-been, a leader in the process of losing his position, “for cause” no less.

All wrong—all of it wrong—but still God’s voice gets through.

And isn’t that, dear friends, how it always turns out to be?

Hearing God call, perceiving God’s intervention, receiving God’s invitation—it’s always fraught with difficulty…..which (when you think about it) makes God’s call all the more astounding, all the more precious.

Somehow, somehow God does get through to us…..and when we think about it, when we look back over how it happened, we’re glad, really, and thankful that it was through struggle that God’s voice was finally heard.

Keith, yours is one of the most striking “call stories” I have ever encountered.   It’s nothing short of miraculous that God has gotten you to this place, this moment, this ministry here as the pastor of Good Shepherd Lutheran Church.

Talk about taking the scenic route, Keith!   From growing up as a Southern Baptist in Athens, Georgia….to losing your faith…“becoming apostate” as you bluntly put it, in your college years.

OK, I guess that sort of thing happens to lots of young adults.  But you took it to the max!  You weren’t just any old garden variety kind of unbeliever.   You didn’t just fall from faith for a brief season—you actively embraced atheism and attempted to bring others along with you, forming a student group that promoted science and skepticism as alternatives to Christianity.   You didn’t just reject Christian faith---you fought against it, even debating the merits of Christianity in public settings.  You were a fighter, a pugilist for paganism!

Wow, Keith!  We white bread upper Midwestern Lutherans hardly ever run into that sort of thing!

And as if your situation were not already perilous enough, you soon descended into a morass of drug and alcohol abuse that left you “lost and confused.”   (Didn’t we just encounter someone like that—the Prodigal Son in last Sunday’s gospel lesson?)

I think I can safely say that at one point in your life, you were about as far away from hearing God call you as you could possibly have been.   Everything was wrong:  the timing—all wrong, you—all wrong, those who were guiding you—all wrong.

But somehow, miracle of miracles, God still got through to you in the depths of apostasy and alcoholism….called you through the 12 step movement back into a spiritual life that rediscovered God….called you through your studies, called you through something as basic as translating the letter to the Romans, into a fresh encounter with Jesus Christ….

God called you to realize (as you have written) “that God allowed [you] to experience the afflictions of [your] life in order that [you might] better minister to those undergoing their own afflictions and better preach the gospel of Jesus Christ.”

The great German theologian Ernst Kaseman once said that the kingdom of God is fashioned from raw materials that are fundamentally useless.

God saw you, in your own depths, and it’s as if God said:  “Oh good!   Some wonderful crooked lumber, some flawed building material—my favorite kind!”

And so the call of God found you, Keith, revived your faith and convinced you that God had use for you—to turn you into a preacher and pastor, and to find your way from the hill country of Georgia to the lake country of northern Minnesota.

Who’d a thunk that could ever happen???

None of that came easily or automatically.    At times, everything seems to be wrong—the timing, the hearer, the guide….none of them are what we were expecting them to be.

And yet maybe, just maybe, those times—when everything seems most wrong—will be the opening, when God speaks most clearly and winsomely.  

But really now—should that surprise us?   For we follow and we belong to the God whose presence and identification with us has come through most memorably in that cry of divine absence, our Lord Jesus on the cross, crying out to the heavens:  “My God, my God where are you?  Why have you abandoned me?”

God is faithful, and God will get through to us.  Of that we can be sure!

The God who visited young Samuel in the Temple, the God who visited this world decisively in Jesus Christ, the Word made flesh, the God who called you in your baptism and who keeps calling us in all the circumstances of life…

This same God has called you here and now, to bear his Word and help others hear it.  The timing will not always be perfect.  The hearers of the Word will often be distracted.   And you, Keith, would-be guide that you now are--you may be better than old doddering Eli….but you are not perfect…

And that will be fine, because what we’re counting on is that nothing will ever stop God from doing vital business with us, cleaning the earwax out of our ears, naming and claiming us in Christ, and calling us to be and to go wherever God wants us to.

In the name of Jesus.
Amen.

Friday, February 26, 2016

Grace Period

Faith Lutheran Church, Miltona, MN
February 28, 2016/Lent 3
Luke 13:1-9


In the name of Jesus.  Amen.

How quickly everything can change.

Two weeks ago a 79-year-old man was found dead in a bed on a ranch down in Texas.   It’s the kind of thing that happens about 300,000 times every year in America:  an elderly person with cardiovascular disease dies at home or wherever he or she happens to be.

But this particular man, Antonin Scalia, wasn’t just any 79-year-old man.  He was the longest-serving justice on the U.S. Supreme Court.  When his heart stopped beating the campaign for president of the United States took a new sharp turn, just like that. 

News-hungry cable TV networks suddenly had a juicy story-line to pursue:  what would happen when the current president, a Democrat, appointed a replacement for Justice Scalia?   Would the Republican-controlled Senate confirm such an appointment before a new president takes office?

How quickly everything can change.

One line in a news story about Justice Scalia’s death caught my attention, though.   In an article exploring the question of whether an autopsy should have been performed on Mr. Scalia’s body, a physician said (and I quote):  “If you are over 60 and are found dead in bed, most medical examiners’ offices don’t do an autopsy unless there is some obvious trauma.”[1]

What grabbed me in that quote is that I am over 60.   This physician was referring to persons like me!  He was saying that what happened to Justice Scalia could happen to me.  Along with everyone else age 60 or older, I’m “in the zone,” the sudden death zone.

Life is fragile and fleeting.  We simply don’t know when death could catch up to us!

Yes, of course, that’s true….but for you and me gathered together here at Faith Lutheran this morning—February 28, 2016—that did NOT happen.   We didn’t die this past week.   We lived to see another Sunday morning, thanks be to God.

We’re still all here--still alive and kicking.

Why?  Why do you suppose that is?  Why didn’t you die this past week?
Maybe you’re just plain careful.  You always dress for the weather, you don’t smoke, you never drink and drive. 

Or maybe the reason you’re still alive is that you avoid heights, excessive speeds, hang-gliding, alligator-wrestling, the San Andreas fault and sharp objects. 
 Why are you still alive ... and here…on February 28, 2016?

Perhaps it’s due to all the ways you take good care of yourself: watching your weight, blood pressure and cholesterol…eating a high-fiber, low-fat, low-carbohydrate, low-taste diet…exercising vigorously at least three times a week.

Why aren’t you dead yet?

Is it just that “your number isn’t up?”--as if we were all standing around the J.C. Penney service counter waiting for the clerk to call out the number on that slip in our hot little hands.

I ask you: Why is your body still occupying space and time?  Why are you still alive?

Our gospel lesson from Luke 13 offers a striking response to this provocative question.    Jesus declares here that if you’re still alive it’s solely because the One who made you and to whom you’ll someday return has decided to give you some extra time to live. 

God has granted you and me a totally-undeserved reprieve—some bonus time to repent, be renewed by God’s grace and be of use to our neighbors.

This scene in Luke 13 opens with one of those “ain’t it awful” discussions we’ve all been part of—whenever we hash over the latest natural disaster or outbreak of senseless violence.

“Ain’t it awful about those poor Galilean worshipers, up in Jerusalem for the high holy days?    The gall of that murdering tyrant Pilate!--not just killing them, but mixing their blood with their sacrifices--and right in the temple, no less?”

 “And what about that shocking construction accident?  I hear that that new tower over in Siloam simply collapsed without warning, squashing those bystanders like ants.  The body count stands at eighteen right now, but they’re still sifting through the rubble.  Ain’t it awful?  What’s this world coming to?  Why do such things happen?”

On just about any weekday morning you can overhear conversations just like these in the next booth at the café where you go for coffee and conversation.

“Ain’t it awful about those six persons killed at random last weekend by that crazy shooter in Kalamazoo, Michigan?  Isn’t it shocking—those three folks gunned down at that manufacturing plant down in Kansas?  What’s this world coming to?”

Although we’d probably not say it out loud, we might even wonder why these sorts of tragedies strike those “other people.”  We might wonder (at least, to ourselves) what they might have done or said to bring down such calamity upon themselves?

According to Jesus that’s the very last question that should be on our minds!  “Do you think that (they) were worse sinners than all the others?  I tell you, No; but unless you repent you will all likewise perish.”

Tragedies that always seem to strike “somebody else” are not occasions for armchair speculation or Monday-morning quarterbacking. 

They are, rather, opportunities for us to sit up straight and take stock of our lives:  our lives that could be could be cut off just as suddenly, just as shockingly, just as tragically. 

When sudden deaths or other disasters strike, we should ask NOT “Why them?” but rather, “Why not me?”

What am I still doing here--alive and kicking?  For what reason am I still encumbering the earth?

In response to that question, Jesus spins a yarn about a fig tree in a vineyard–a fig tree that proved to be utterly unproductive--not just for one or even two years, but over a span of three consecutive growing seasons.

“Cut it down!” the hard-nosed, profit-minded owner of the vineyard commands.  “It’s just sapping up water and soil nutrients, while producing absolutely zilch.  At least we might recoup some of our losses if we turned that barren fig tree into kindling!”

“Not so fast,” his vinedresser responds.  “You’re going to think I’m crazy, but I still see some potential in that barren tree.  As ridiculous as it sounds I’d like to have one more chance to mulch, cultivate and fertilize it.  Then, 365 days from today--if my hunch is right--you’ll have figs coming out of your ears.  And if I’m wrong, you can still sharpen your axe and turn it into firewood.”

What are you still doing here?  Why are you still alive and kicking on this February 28, 2016?

From the perspective of this parable it doesn’t have nearly as much to do with your luck, your carefulness, your exercise program or your genes ... as it has to do with the mercy of the Almighty One ... who, like that patiently hopeful vinedresser in the parable, seems to think that giving you and me a little more time might do some good.

What are we still doing here?

Enjoying a reprieve, another crack at repentance, a grace period, offering us  another chance to sort out the trivial from the essential, to turn away from whatever it is that stands between us and our Maker, one more – it could even be one last – time to hear the promise of freedom, hope and a future without end in Jesus Christ.

 Why aren’t you dead yet?  Because as my late father-in-law liked to say: “The devil doesn’t want you, and the Lord doesn’t need you.”

God wants you here a little longer.  God has opened up for us all a grace period in which we might continue living our lives here on this good earth.

God would like to try his hand at cultivating, mulching and fertilizing you in order to see what new and exciting fruit you might still bear. 

God wants you to have at least one additional day to trust in him, look after your neighbor, and tend your little corner of the earth. 

God wants you to ponder the Cross and Empty Tomb of his beloved Son a little longer. 

God wants you to know one more time that you belong to him – dead or alive.

That’s why your funeral has been postponed.  That’s why I am still residing at 1228 Seventeenth Street North in Moorhead, MN.

And if by some miracle we should all survive another week and gather here seven days from now wondering:  Why aren’t we dead yet?  Why are we here?… 

...The answer will still be the same:  Because this life that we have isn’t ours to possess. It is God’s to give, each and every day.

This life that we’ve been blessed with is a grace period.    In spite of our unfruitfulness, our Creator—for the sake of our Lord Jesus Christ--God has granted us all an extension, some more time, an undeserved grace period, so that we might live out the full measure of all the days God graciously bestows upon us. 

In the name of Jesus.  Amen.