Navel Gazing

Navel Gazing  |  Matthew 16:21-28

We in the west have become a society of navel gazers. We gaze at our devices, our televisions, our phones. The world is something that happens on a tiny screen in our hands. We respond to small images of tragedy with tweets, and we post edgy comments on Facebook. If we are particularly moved, we send money, usually online.

We do not touch one another. We do not see one another.

Matthew tells us that Peter didn’t see the plan. He didn’t see how what Jesus was telling them could possibly be good. How could yielding ever be the best response? How could it be that God should choose to suffer? What could possibly be gained?

Society needed a good straightening out. People needed to see that God was more powerful than their oppressors. To Peter’s dismay, Jesus did not promise them any of that, at least not right away.Clouds 6x4

On the other hand, Jesus mysteriously claimed that some who saw him that day would live to see the Son of Man coming in his kingdom. It must have sounded encouraging, but what did he mean?

The answer may be in the next verses—the utterly odd mountaintop story of Jesus being transformed. That must have been something to see. What is more, the resurrection itself was the headline kingdom of God event.

Nevertheless, Jesus wasn’t talking about the future. He was talking about the present, how we live our lives now.

The idea that we might lose something by holding onto it too tightly is old, but some old ideas are true. If our lives are only about ourselves, then we have lost them. If our wisdom is so small that it extends only to gaining wealth, then we are poor indeed.

We are in this world, just as Jesus was in this world, and Peter, and those other dimwitted followers. We remember them as extraordinary people, but they don’t appear that way in the gospel stories. How we live our lives depends on how we set our minds. If we think on ordinary things, we live ordinary lives. If we focus on the extraordinary, then our lives will also be extraordinary.

The truth is that life is always extraordinary. We just need to look up and pay attention.

Beautiful Weeds

Beautiful Weeds  |  Matthew 13:24-43

The story is supposed to be about the end of the world, or at least that is the way the church generally teaches it. In most pulpits, this Jesus story becomes more fire and brimstone, more warning of the judgment to come.

I think we’ve missed the point.

Beautiful weedsThis story is about God responding to people. Jesus told the crowd a story that started where they were—expecting judgment and condemnation from God—and taught them about patience and grace. Jesus even began by saying that this story was about the kingdom of God. He didn’t say it was about the judgment of God.

In other words, this is more about how it is than about how it will be.

In this kingdom, God is not in a hurry to snatch up the weeds. Growing the wheat is more important. At any rate, it seems it may take an angel to tell the difference—the disciples don’t get to do any sorting, and the wheat never has a say in the matter.

Maybe the weeds look like wheat. Maybe some of the wheat looks like weeds.

Maybe some of the wheat only thinks it is wheat, because it is surrounded by wheat. The good news is that it works the other way as well. Maybe some of the weeds only think they are weeds—we might turn out to be wheat after all.

Jesus is talking about mysterious things. Between the story of the wheat and the explanation, Jesus talks about tiny seeds growing into large trees and unseen leaven causing bread to rise. This kingdom, this God, is about the mysterious processes of creation and growth, not condemnation and destruction.

Interestingly, the lectionary pairs this passage with Genesis 28:10-19, the story of Jacob’s ladder, which gives us this verse:

Know that I am with you and will keep you wherever you go, and will bring you back to this land; for I will not leave you until have done what I have promised you. (Genesis 28:15, New Revised Standard Version)

That’s not the promise of a vengeful, judgmental God, a God whom we have made in our own image. That’s the promise of a patient God, a faithful God, taking all the time it takes to grow us into God’s own image of us.

Some Doubt

Trinity Sunday  |  Matthew 28:16-20

And having seen they worshiped him; but some doubted.

Mal lying down 027Eleven people went up a mountain in Galilee to meet Jesus. This was after he had died, of course, and after the resurrection. It does not say that some worshiped Jesus and some doubted. It says that they worshiped, and some doubted.

To make it plainer, some of the ones worshiping were also the ones doubting. That may be one of the most reassuring ideas in all of scripture.

The word that we are hearing is ἐδίστασαν, from διστάζω, not a particularly helpful fact if we do not know the Greek of the first century. It is a word that means something like “to stand in two places.” That is a more elegant expression of doubt, and one way that we can try to understand what happened—they worshiped while they doubted, trying to stand in two places at once.

It is understandable, their being of two minds about Jesus. After all, they watched the man die, and now here he was standing in front of them. It is hard to deal with that sort of dissonance when the universe dishes it up.

Most Christians today took an easier path. We began with the idea of an already resurrected Jesus. That way the death of Jesus becomes just part of the story, the background to this already living person. Doubt or wonder, or both, creep in when we try to put together the details of the resurrection story. Then we find that we, like those followers on the mountain, have one foot in faith and one in mystery.

The resurrection is simple compared to the Trinity. This man Jesus died, and then he was alive again. Fine, we might say. At least it is a story that moves in a straight line, life to death to life again, and who doesn’t want to hope for life on the other side of death? This was the God-man, you say? At once God and human? Fine, we can accept that too.

God is one God and three persons at the same time, you say? There is God who is entirely Other, and there is an aspect of God who becomes this Jesus person, and there is the aspect of God who is in all places and times at once? This is where most of us have to get off the train. We cannot imagine it.

On the other hand, I am a father, and I am a son, and I am myself. It is true that at some moments I appear to be more one than the others, but I am always all three. A star is comprised of the material within it, an impressive fusion reaction, and the energy that flows out from it as light. My dog has many aspects. He is guardian and watcher, hater of crows, lover of ice cream, bane of cats, fearless behind me, white fur blurring in chase or restful in sleep, his own person, my companion. He is all of those things, yet he remains dog, and I love him for all of his aspects.

The idea of the Triune God comes from scripture, but we have added a great deal over the centuries by way of explanation and illustration. For that matter, we’ve added a great deal of explanation and illustration to everything having to do with God. From the three rings of a pretzel to a bookshelf straining under the theology of Karl Barth, we keep trying to explain it. Here is how God created the universe, we say, never mind that the scriptural point was simply that God did rather than how God did. It is a God-thing. This is how the whole crucifixion thing works, we say—here’s what was paid, or ransomed, or fulfilled. Never mind that Jesus simply said to love one another as he loved us and left off the explanations.

Forget about explanations for a moment. If they mean so much, God would likely have provided a clearer manual for us to read, something with summaries and a nice index. Forget about the rules, who is right and who is wrong, especially who is wrong. Instead of explanations, we have stories, from creation to Jesus on a mountain. That might be a clue as to what is important, what matters.

The stories say that God is not like us, but that we are a little like God. The stories say that God has walked among humans. The stories say that God is love and light and that God loves each of us, though we don’t find any compelling reason for God to do so—quite the opposite. And the stories say that God is everywhere.

All of that leaves us with faith pushing against doubt, reason pulling against acceptance. It is like walking: we only manage to stand because of the tension in our muscles and bones. If you think too much about walking, you won’t be able to do it.

If God is everywhere, let’s expect God everywhere: in the rain, in strangers, in dogs and in starlight. Everything we find reveals part of God, and every revelation of God is all of God. We can worship while we doubt, and it is fine to doubt while we worship. It is part of our story of God, and God loves us for it.

Faith Takes Practice

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Ascension  |  Luke 24:44-53

Clouds Process 012In John Irving’s A Prayer for Owen Meany, the title character says, “Faith takes practice.” At that moment, Owen is talking about a man of his extremely small stature making a slam dunk on the basketball court. He is also talking about a view of life.

On Sunday the Christian world celebrates the Ascension of the Lord. Well, those Christians who pay attention to the liturgical calendar will. Most Baptists, for example, will not even know why they are hearing the passages from Luke and Acts describing Jesus being taken up into heaven on a cloud.

It may be just as well. The story is good and meaningful, but have you ever stopped to listen to church folk talking about it?

To a first century audience it was wonderful imagery, powerful and full of hope. We get the symbolism of it today, but there are some problems if we are going to offer the gospel to a modern world.

Here’s one: do we really think that heaven is in the sky? Do we really mean to say that heaven is “up there” just beyond the clouds, somewhere that jet airplanes and satellites and NASA scientists seem not to find? Do we really mean to say that Jesus rode a cloud into the sky?

Maybe not, but go take a seat in almost any church this Sunday where people are talking about this passage, and listen for a while. Odds are good you’ll walk out thinking Christians believe heaven is ‘up’ and that Jesus rode a cloud into the sky.

Consider another example. Most of the people in that first century audience had vague ideas about the shape of the earth. Some of them knew that the world was a sphere, but others still held onto the comforting notion that it was flat. All of them could hear the creation stories of Genesis and understand them. They understood that these are God-stories. Science deals with things that are true, God-stories deal with truth about God.

There is a difference.

I could count the paper money in my wallet and tell you how much I have. (It would not take long.) What I told you would be true, but it would not be truth, the kind that lasts and that has meaning for our lives. The dollar amount I count would be a fact; that these paper dollars have any actual trade value in the marketplace is more of a matter of faith.

Did Jesus ride up into the sky in a cloud? Maybe. I don’t know. That is what the story says, but it could be simply trying to convey the truth that Jesus went away, in a way that made it a God-thing. Mysterious. Hard to grasp. Passing all around us. Like a cloud.

In the end, it doesn’t matter how Jesus left. It doesn’t even matter where he went. The gospel message is that, in some God-way, God is always present in the world. Up or down, in or out, seen or unseen.

Maybe heaven is a time instead of a place—heaven is when we get there. And it won’t matter where ‘there’ is. What will matter is what we have become.

Faith is participating in that journey to somewhere. Practice is how we get there. If faith is a bicycle made by God, the pedals are called practice.

What We Do Not See

Sixth Sunday of Easter  |  John 14:15-21

Growing up in the countryside of eastern North Carolina, it is important to learn certain skills. When I was a boy, my father called me over to a pile of pine straw and fallen leaves and asked me what I saw. I knew there was a trick to it, because all I saw was leaves and pine straw.

Wild orchid 021“Step closer,” he said, and I did. I still saw nothing but pine straw.

“Step a little closer, and kneel down,” he said. Pine straw and leaves. Nothing else.

“Now lean forward, and stay there until you see something,” my father said. I did. I looked at the pile of pine straw and wondered what was there that I was not seeing.

That’s when I saw it.

Right in front of me, coiled, unmoving, perfectly blending with the pine straw and the leaves, staring back at me, was a snake, a copperhead. As you might imagine, it formed a powerful childhood memory.

More importantly, having seen that snake for myself that day, I can Green Snakesee them now, even when they are camouflaged in the straw, without having anyone point them out. My mind found the pattern of the snake, and that the pattern was burned into my memory.

As I said, being able to recognize poisonous snakes is a valuable thing when you live near the rivers and swamps of eastern North Carolina, and my father was an excellent teacher. A little scary, perhaps, but good. (Imagine what my childhood would have been like in Australia.)

In this part of the world, the snakes are always there. You may not see them, but they are there, and they can certainly find you.

I am not saying that God is like a snake. It is just that sometimes we notice only the things that we expect to see: sunlight, television shows, the faults of other people, the faults in ourselves. Sometimes we do not see the things that we are not expecting, even when they are right in front of us: a flower on a cactus, the love of a friend, the kindness of a coworker, our own abilities and gifts.

The gospel of John portrays Jesus saying that the world does not receive the Spirit of God because the world does not see God, does not even expect to see God. Those who know God do see the Spirit of God around them, within them, because they are watching. They know for whom they are looking. Having looked for God, they also receive the presence of God.

Maybe that is what the beatitudes mean—blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God. Maybe a pure heart is simply an expectant one. We see only when we are looking. And we see only what we expect to see.

Faith is sometimes simply a matter of seeing things that we did not expect and of expecting the things that we do not see. It is that simple.

Lean in. Keep looking until you can see it.