Archive for May, 2012

May 13, 2012

Befriend Jesus

When In Doubt: Befriend Jesus

John 15:9-17

Have you ever thought of yourself as a friend of God?

And what an unusual piece of scripture we have before us this morning. If you are like me, you think of friend as a more casual word, not a word meant for the one called the King of Kings and Lord of Lords that we know as Jesus

In our gospel lesson for the day, we are told this earth shattering, game changing fact– for those of us who are on the journey of getting to know Jesus– we are called Jesus’ friend.

Look with me at verse 15: “I do not call you servants any longer, because the servant does not know what the master is doing; but I have called you friends, because I have made known to you everything that I have heard from my Father.”

As we consider today the idea of being in friendship with Jesus, such could have a multitude of different meanings based on your life experiences– what having friends in your life has meant to you.

For some of us, our friends become like our family, those in whom we claim among our dearest of the dear. For others of us, having and maintaining friendships has become one of the most frustrating types of relationships in our lives because they haven’t come easy to us. For, as fast as some of us seem to make friends, we lose them.

For it is true that friends can be some of life’s greatest blessings or some of life’s greatest headaches, right?

A friend to you might be someone who we know and love and share some of life’s best and worst times alongside, but sometimes friends are those people who abandon us when hard times come. Sometimes when supposed friends smell trouble in the waters that surround our life they jump out faster than we have time to blink.

A friend might be someone who we trust with everything, share our secrets and our deepest thoughts,  but sometimes such friends are those who break our hearts worst than known enemies. Sometimes friends are those who share what we never wanted any other ears to hear– stabbing our hearts deeper than we ever could have imagined.

A friend to you might be someone in whom you can call to visit if you need to borrow something or who can tag along with you to an activity you both enjoy, but sometimes friends are people who are people who don’t really know us at all. We may spent time we them, but never do our conversations flow into the deep waters of what makes life, life (drama of course). We can be easily surrounded by “friends” and feel like we have no friends at all.

So when Jesus, in his final discourse to the disciples in John’s gospel calls us friends, we might find ourselves confused, unimpressed or altogether unsure of what being identified as Jesus’ friend might mean for us.

Friendship– how we identify who is our friend, how we relate to our friends, and ultimately what it means to have friends in our lives has been something that philosophers and theologians have been writing about for centuries. In the 5th century B.C.E. philosopher Pythagorus famously said, “Friends have all things in common.” Aristotle is remembered for saying, “Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies.”  Great theologian Thomas Aquians said, “There is nothing on this earth to be more prized than friendship.”

Because even though we all struggle with the question of who are our friends and what it means to give and receive love from them — at the end of the day, we all, in one way or another want to know that somebody is our friend. Helen Keller once said: “Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light.” And, I 100% agree.

I recently attending a conference where a well known pastor was quizzed by eager clergy about her experiences in the church. One of the first questions asked of the speaker was, “What did you say in your first conversation to the church leadership when you began at the church?” We all sat on the edge of our seats, expecting her to say something about growth strategy, finance or something that could be transcribed into a leadership book. But, no, the pastor speaker conveyed, “I asked each member of the church leadership team if they would be my friend. I had just moved to the area,” she went on, “And I really hoped that someone would want to hang out with me. I was really afraid that I wouldn’t have any friends.”

And, like this pastor, we’ll do almost anything to understand it, create more networks for them to flourish within, and attend to throughout our lives– even if it means joining a social network for friends like Facebook or Twitter, even if we don’t like the computer. We’ll make an exception with social sites  to keep up with and reconnect with our friends over the chasm of time and distance.

And, I believe that Jesus gets this about our humanity.  As we talked about last Sunday, from even the moment of creation when light came from darkness, we came about relationally. Like our Triune Creator, Jesus knows, we too are made for relationships. And,  Jesus walked in our human skin too, didn’t he?

And, Jesus calls all of us FRIENDS.

Earlier in John 15, the gospel writer gave us one of the greatest metaphors in all of the stories of Jesus. We are told by the Lord that “I am the vine and you are the branches.”  In such a descriptor of a plant– something we all can all understand, we are told of how we are not just lowly human beings like puppets being manipulated by a divine on a string. No, we are told that we are part of the main event, with our proper place of course: we are the branches and Jesus is the vine but a part of the stalk of the plant nonetheless. We  our were made to be interconnected with the work of our vine– Jesus.

Jesus says, “I do not call you servants any longer . . . I have called you friends. For a servant does not know their master’s business” but in friendship, we are given a relational way to live among God. Not as lower class citizens.  But, as partners. . . . as we abide in God, we know and can do what it is God is already doing. As friends, we are included in the community of God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit.

But what does this mean? If we befriend Jesus, what might our lives begin to look like?

Look with me at verse 13: “Greater love have no man than this, than a man lay down his life for his friends.”

Such is a verse I was asked to memorize in Sunday School as a child, and because I’ve had the words stuck in my head this long, I’ve often pondered what they mean.  And usually I’ve been confused. I mean when in an average day are any of us asked to give our lives for our friends– in a literal way?. To be a friend means I have to be ready to give my life for another person? Heavy stuff, right?

Professor Dave Lose from Luther Seminary puts it like this:

Love does indeed call at times for sacrifice, but sacrificing for another and being less of a person isn’t the same thing. At its best, sacrificial love invites us to live more fully into the kind of person we are called to be.

 I think that’s what Jesus means when he says “This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. No one has greater love than this, to lay down one’s life for one’s friends” (15:12-13).

Jesus isn’t less of who he is called to be by laying down his life, but more.

Lose goes on to write: I know this is complicated, and again open to abuse — not all sacrifices are holy — but when I look at some of the loving sacrifices people have made for me (my parents, my wife) or that I have made for others, we were never disgraced or devalued by making those sacrifices but actually lived more fully into who we were called to be.[i]

And this is what it all boils down to. When we befriend Jesus and walk in the way of loving others, as he taught us to love, we will be asked to sacrifice. But sacrifice of our lives not to become less, but to become more.

This is what friendship is ultimately all about.

When I think about all the examples of strong mothers, sisters, and aunts that we celebrate on a day like this, I can’t help but think that the strong women many of us will choose to revere, are those who have become less as they’ve given to others, not more.

Several years ago I was introduced to a woman, Mrs. Sims, through visits in her home who attended a church I was serving. I was eager to visit her on the first time I drove up to her house because of all of the wonderful things I ‘d heard about her from other members of the congregation.

“Mrs. Sims,” others all told me, “is one of the most godly women in our church. There seems like there is nothing she won’t do. She teaches the children. She maintains our church kitchen. And did you know that she and her husband adopted 5 special needs children from foster care system? She’s so amazing.” With such flattering praise before I even met her, my hopes were high. I couldn’t wait to learn from her! BUT I was soon deflated when I knocked on her door for our first meeting.

Mrs. Sims’ hair looked like she had not experienced a proper shower in days. Food from her children’s lunchtime was all over the floor and on the walls. As much as I tried to ask her questions, she looked so exhausted that she barely could keep her head up. As I looked into her eyes, it seemed that any sort of light from soul-fulfilling work was not there. She later told me she felt like a do-gooding robot and that she just couldn’t ever say no out of guilt.

I left her home on this occasion and several others quite concerned not only about the mental and emotional well-being of Mrs. Sims, but on the state of the church that would exalt the “godly” service of a woman like this who clearly was of course helping people, but helping them at the cost of her own soul.

When you and I are on a path of following Jesus– who has called us friends– we are asked to live a different way than  most of have come to understand friendship in our past experiences.

Being friends with Jesus is not about a one-sided relationship– the kind where one person does all the talking, all the giving, all the serving and the other does nothing in return.

Being friends with Jesus is not about having the life sucked out of us– the kind of friendship where we leave the presence of a friend and feel so exhausted that we wish we’d never spent time with them before.

Being friends with Jesus is not about constantly talking to know what our friend is thinking or going years on end without saying a word– because real friends simply can’t reside in one another’s lives like this. Real friends don’t have to talk all the time to close nor can they go years without speaking and still have a strong connection either.

Rather, being friends with Jesus, as John 15 teaches us, is about abiding. Verse 9 lays it clearly out for us, “As the Father has loved me, so I have loved you; abide in my love.”

Our series this resurrection season has begun each week with the statement . . . when in doubt. And as we end today this series, I can’t think of any better way than to go back to this aspect of our lives which we all can understand: friendship.

When we find ourselves lost on this resurrection path from time to time and doubts will floods our gaze, but  we always have an invitation back to the center: Jesus calls us friend. And we are asked to befriend Jesus back.

It’s a relationship that is never static but always changing, always inviting, always calling, always asking us to come and grow as branches on that great vine.  It’s a relationship we’ve all been chosen for and asked to participate in not as servants, but as beloved.

Because I believe that as we come to friend Jesus, and take in the love that He has for us, we are able to love one another in the ways in which he loves too. Ultimately, it’s the love of Jesus that brings us all together in a place like this.

AMEN.


May 13, 2012

When We Meet the Divide

The past couple weeks have been a great time of cultural conflict across our country, in particular in relation to the issue of homosexuality, the church, and marriage.

Friends in the United Methodist Church have struggled with this issues at General Conference with all kinds of scenes being created in session meetings. The state of North Carolina has wrestled with this over his vote about Amendment One. And, all of us in one way or another have responded to President Obama’s declaration that the believes marriage should be between not just a man and a woman. Some have been happy with our President and others have not.

If your social media sites are anything like the ones that I am connected to, we’ve been bombarded with pro and con statements about these events. In response, hateful comments have been hurled. Madness. It has been madness!

Personally, when I expressed joy alongside my gay and lesbian friends about the President’s endorsement of their marriages on my Facebook page this week, I even got a “I know you weren’t raised like this” comment about my views by a family member. Not very nice.

I see so many of my pastoral colleagues being afraid to say anything at all out of fear of what their congregations might do to them. Jobs or appointments might be at sake depending on what you say.

In all of this, it is so easy for the debate to become personal real fast. Feelings can be hurt real quick. Most of us have strong opinions one way or another and it is hard to comprehend how someone on the other “side” could see things as they do.

Lord, have mercy on us all!

Is our church in all branches going to explode soon? Is this the state of cultural and religious affairs we’ve come to in this country? It seems so.

Doing some sermon prep this week, I found this commentary the John 15 lectionary reading for this Sunday by  Dr. David Lose out of Luther Seminary. I couldn’t help but think about all the debate this week as I read it. When we are faced with a theological divide on a topic like homosexuality, for example, what do with do? Lose has this to say:

So when faced with a challenge, dilemma, problem, or divisive moral issue, 1) search the Scriptures, looking not just for commandments but for how you honestly think Jesus would have responded, 2) trust your own experience and ask how you would want to be treated in similar circumstances, and 3) talk it over in your community, especially involving the folks the question-at-hand most directly affects.

I really appreciated this level-headed approach because I have to think so many of our strong opinions on those who are gay have more to do with tradition, culture from which we come than it does “what the Bible says.” Yes, there are those passages of scriptures that say, homosexual relations are wrong, but then there are also lots of passages that say that women should cover their heads in church and not wear jewelry (and I don’t know a lot of people who follow the Bible this literally). And, often we are quick to say, “Being gay is a sin” without actually knowing such a person and/or if we do, never asking a gay person how our interpretations of scripture make them feel, how they have been hurt by the church or by their families, etc. We are quick to elevate being gay (if we think being gay is a sin) to the level in which it is greater than ALL other sins. I just don’t think such is really fair.

I know my heart breaks for my friends, colleagues and family members who are a part of the gay and lesbian community who love Jesus every bit as much as I do and are living in monogamous, committed relationships or are single and celibate and so many parts of our society continue to be so cruel to them.

I know my heart breaks for my friends and neighbors in other churches who have made Christianity into something that fits into a one-size fits all box and have no room in their souls for the Spirit to come and bring new understandings.

I know my heart breaks for our churches that are growing more divided by the day as more and more schisms keep occurring and occurring again. (How many times can the Christian church split? It seems we are on a course to find out!)

Because such conversation (as we’ve experienced its intensity this week) is not going away, what will we do when divide comes to us?

For me, I couldn’t be silent. But, now that I have said my part, I must move on and keep finding ways to love. What about you?

Will you find a way to love the “other side?” Will you use words of hate? Will you defriend everyone you know on Facebook who doesn’t believe as you do? How will you live in community?

We’ve got to figure out a better way to live together, all of us. This is what I know.

May 7, 2012

Why Do People Leave Church?

One of the greatest surprises I have encountered in my almost 4 years of ministry as a lead pastor relates to the practice of leaving church. Growing up in the South, there would be times when people left the church to begin to attend other churches. In the DC area it seems especially in my setting, such is not the case. When people leave the church, they seem to leave the church for no church.

It makes me sad every time it happens especially because the reasons given for such a departure usually aren’t things that can be “fixed.” These aren’t people storming off mad because of some controversal vote at a business meeting. They aren’t citing me as a horrible pastor. These aren’t people fleeing because they found some other community that meets their needs in a deeper way. They leave simply because they want to leave. And these are some of the reasons they give:

1. I am too spiritual for the church.

2. I  don’t need a community to live out my faith.

3. I’d rather pray at home and do yoga.

4. I am too busy for church. I travel so much for work and fun. Considering all the time I’m gone it just doesn’t seem worth it to come during the couple of times a year that I don’t have anything better to do.

5. I don’t like ____ person. I can’t come to the same worship space as them. I’ve been hurt. I will not come back. Reconciliation . . . that is out of the question.

6. My life is just too hard right now. I can’t be a part of a community. I need space. Lots of space.

7. This ____ project at church didn’t turn out like I hoped it would. Since I didn’t get my way, I can’t come back. It’s too embarrassing.

And the list could go on.

At this juncture, the direction of this blog post could go several ways. I could pout. I could suggest a superiority of those church going Christians who keep on keeping on even when unfavorable things happen. I could strive to make comments about the state of American religion and the dying mainline church. I could propose some grand idea about how to reform the church so that such “I quit the church” declarations decrease.

But, I won’t do any of these things because I’m just not sure any of them are right or helpful.

The most helpful thing I know to say is to simply talk about my experience honestly. It is always good to start with a clear sense of where you are if you ever want to move to any other place.

People are leaving church for no church. But I don’t think this makes the church any less important in society (for example, I do weddings and funerals all the time for those who are without a church who want to celebrate major life events in a holy space with a minister). Nor, do I think that folks are searching spiritually any less. They are just finding what they want outside our walls. They find God in nature. They find God in community seminars. They find God in their relationships. Which begs us to ask ourselves the larger question: what are our walls for?

May 5, 2012

The Journey

Saturday morning in deacon’s meeting, we shared a moment of lectio divina with the Mary Oliver poem, “The Journey.” I was shocked that this poem was a new find for most in the room– for it has been one of my favorites for a while now. It’s a poem that has always spoken to me about the need to stay true to myself and to listen to my own intuition.

And, of course I begin thinking about the ministerial life.  . . .

Especially in a people centered profession where everyone seems to have an opinion about something around the church, it is easy for ministry types to be swept away quicker than we know it. For example, often people want to tell me what to wear, how to speak, what to say, what not to say, and how to lead. It is not that wise advice from time to time isn’t and can’t be helpful. But the temptation is to be consumed in what others think and to make decisions based on these judgments, not what is best for the group as a whole that I’ve been asked to lead. It is easy to live our lives as pastors in such a way that all we are doing is pleasing everyone and have no idea what makes us happy anymore or doing a good job of serving anyone either.

For me, this poem claims the fact that there are times when as a leader you simply know what to do and you must do it no matter what. One of the most powerful tools God has given all of us, I believe is our own voice. I see so many around me struggling to recognize their own voice and to see its power, but it is there nonetheless. We all have a voice. And I believe we rob the world of some its greatest gifts when we live out our journey led by the voices of others, not our own. Creativity has a voice and must be heard, otherwise it dies. What’s your journey in recognizing your own? How have you come to understand like Oliver talks about that the only life you can ultimately save is your own?

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice –
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do –
determined to save
the only life you could save.

 
May 3, 2012

A Tired Pastor

You are out of words.

People seek from you what you don’t have anymore.

You plan retreat and they come and find you.

Pray for me, pastor.

Visit me, pastor.

Solve my problems, pastor.

What do you do?

With compassion, you keep going.

You get out of bed.

You bathe.

You get dressed.

You show up.

You keep trying.

“The peace of Christ be with you.”

You search the far corners of your heart, hoping there is some gem there.

You hope your morsels are enough to feed the five thousand sitting at your doorstep.

And, you plan vacation again.

You count the days.

You look for light.

You run toward it.

And you hope when all is said and done that there will be a good story to tell.

A really good one.

A story of unbelievable grace.

A story that feeds the five thousand with your morsels that have become loaves of bread.

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