One of the highest privileges I’ve received is that of serving as Pastor for the community of The First U.P. Church of Crafton Heights for the past 26 years. In 2010, this group granted me a four-month Sabbatical from my ministry for a time of recharging and renewal. In 2019, they extended that offer again – so I’ve got three months to wander, wonder, and join in life in a different way. The longest single time period that I’ll be away from Crafton Heights involves a visit to Africa – a place that has long been a source of renewal and inspiration for me. You can learn more about the relationship between Pittsburgh Presbytery and our partners in Malawi and South Sudan by visitingthe Partnership Website.
Friday, July 12 brought a whole new experience to the 2019 Youth Pilgrimage to Malawi. Whereas the previous posts concerning this journey have all contained stories about the team gathered– that is, together as we participated in youth conferences, wandered and wondered over amazing terrain, and visited historic sites together– on this day the team split into five components. Groups were sent to their partner churches (or, if they don’t currently have partner churches in Malawi, they went to congregations that would host them for the weekend). Since I am one lone blogger and haven’t quite mastered the art of being in more than one place at one time (frankly, sometimes I’m pretty shaky at being in only one place at one time), this entry will focus on the three of us from Crafton Heights who were the guests at the congregation with which we’ve been partnered since 1995 – the Mbenjere CCAP in Ntaja, Machinga, Malawi. While the specifics of each location will vary, and if you know other travelers on this journey you’ll want to hear more about their particular host weekend, our experience will surely qualify as typical for the purposes of this journey.
For starters, Ntaja, and all of the other locations where we’ve been hosted, is more rural and less-developed than Blantyre and even Mulanje. While Ntaja is a primary trading center, it is also a crowded, dusty place in a corner of Malawi that is not usually on people’s itinerary.
I’ve often thought I want to write a book featuring photos of “roads” I’ve driven. Here’s a snap of downtown Ntaja at rush hour. “Rush” meaning “It’s market day and why is that crazy abusa driving his car through the ‘mall’?”
We were welcomed by the pastor and some church leaders with a fine meal at the manse; following that we were escorted to our host family’s home. In our case, the Makuluni family has been blessed with quite a large home, and so each of the three of us had our own bedroom. Menes and Edith have each travelled to Crafton Heights before, and I’ve stayed in their various homes many times. It is a wonderful place to learn about our sister congregation, Mbenjere CCAP, and we were treated royally.
Our hosts, Menes and Edith Makuluni.
Saturday morning found us up and out early, as we toured the church campus and saw not only the “old” and “new” church buildings, but also the Mbenjere CCAP Primary School (which has more than 4000 students and class sizes ranging from 100 – 200), the borehole that Crafton Heights and Bower Hill helped construct about ten years ago, and the environs. We then met with representatives of the youth department, and combined singing, bible study, games, and small group question/answer time. After lunch, the program called for us to visit a prayer house, but our vehicle broke down and I had to take it to a village mechanic and a shoemaker (trust me, that’s a whole ‘nother blog post in and of itself). The girls stayed at the church with a few elders and the youth group members for an impromptu chat that they each agreed was the highlight of their day. We enjoyed a delicious meal at the Makuluni home and retired comparatively early (but not before we taught our hosts to play “Crazy Dice!).
A tour of the Mbenjere CCAP Primary School. The school buildings are in the background, and the headmaster is the gentleman in the gray coat. We are standing in a “classroom” under the trees – a situation mandated by the intense overcrowding at the school.
Discussions with the Youth Team.
Just as we do at CHUP, the young people play games as icebreakers and conversation starters. Here is a variant on “the shoe game”.
Getting a lesson in “Bao”, a very popular game in these parts.
Sunday was a whirlwind! We arrived at church at 8:30 for the 9:00 service. In addition to everything you’d THINK you’d experience at a typical Presbyterian service of worship (a few hymns, children’s sermon, offering, sermon, announcements, etc.), our time of worship included these highlights:
A lengthy introduction of the visitors of the day, which included not only our team, but a group of Roman Catholic Nuns from a neighboring town who thought they’d pray like Presbyterians today.
The commissioning of the new headmaster of the Primary School, along with his deputies.
There were five choirs that sang.
We held a service of reconciliation, in which some members who had been put on church discipline were welcomed back to the full communicant membership.
Approximately 30 new members were confirmed, and a confirmation class was examined.
I was privileged to administer the Sacrament of Baptism to 9 adults and two infants
We dedicated a uniform to be worn by a member of the Amayi Mvano, the Women’s Guild of the congregation.
There was an exchange of gifts between the congregations.
And, in a special “bonus round” of worship after the first benediction, we had a separate service of Holy Communion.
Suffice to say, it was NOT a one hour service. We finally broke up at about 1 pm, weary but also encouraged and appreciative of what we’d experienced.
Being greeted during the “passing of the peace” at worship.
Gift-giving and receiving is an important part of the partnership experience. Here we are presenting Abusa Noah Banda with a symbol of faith.
We ate very well at our friend Fletcher Tewesa’s new home and rekindled a relationship that has been long and fruitful. Fletcher has also been a guest at Crafton Heights.
Fletcher and a part of his family at their new home in Ntaja.
A testimony to the power of physical presence and personal visits in partnership: Fletcher moved into a new house several months ago. He has exactly ONE photo already hung up in his home. That single photo is one I took when the team of 5 young people from Crafton Heights visited in 2016-2017. He was so deeply touched by that experience, and it showed on visiting his home. I was deeply moved when I saw this.
After going back to the church for a Youth Bible Study, we then were escorted to the manse for a farewell dinner.
A portion of the youth who gathered for Bible Study.
There were many contrasts in this visit – some of our time was incredibly engaging, while other aspects of it seemed to drag as we waited for the hosts to choreograph their next activities. Our friends in Ntaja are so eager to make sure that we have everything that we need that sometimes the pace of some activities (NOT WORSHIP) makes it seem like we’re going inordinately slow – but we have to realize and remember that this is a pace that is rooted in grace, welcome, and hospitality.
Sunday evening after the “farewell dinner” we spent a great deal of time laughing with our hosts, learning to makensima – a corn-based porridge that is the staple food – and learning to dress like a Malawian. It has been a rich and full time, and I know that these young women, this congregation, and the folks at Crafton Heights will have been glad that it occurred. I can only hope that the other delegations had as powerful an experience as did we!
Rayna gets put on potato peeling duty at home!
Danielle is trying HARD to get a good recipe for nsima.
The girls each learned how to wear a chitenge properly.
After we left Ntaja, we made a quick stop in the Liwonde National Park. I’m disappointed to say that we failed to find a single elephant, but we did have a great time exploring the countryside and seeing some of God’s rich creation!
Danielle looking eagerly for something wild!
A warthog crosses our path!
A pair of waterbuck size us up.
This impala is waiting patiently to be groomed by an oxpecker – these birds remove ticks and other parasites from their furry friends.
One of the highest privileges I’ve received is that of serving as Pastor for the community of The First U.P. Church of Crafton Heights for the past 26 years. In 2010, this group granted me a four-month Sabbatical from my ministry for a time of recharging and renewal. In 2019, they extended that offer again – so I’ve got three months to wander, wonder, and join in life in a different way. The longest single time period that I’ll be away from Crafton Heights involves a visit to Africa – a place that has long been a source of renewal and inspiration for me. You can learn more about the relationship between Pittsburgh Presbytery and our partners in Malawi and South Sudan by visitingthe Partnership Website.
When the topic of arranging a youth group trip to Malawi was broached in partnership discussions a couple of years ago, we asked, “Well, what would a trip like that be for? What would happen on that kind of a journey? What would we hope to happen?” As we brainstormed, a vision came into clarity fairly quickly. We would want to put young Malawians and Pittsburghers together in a place where neither was necessarily “home”, but each was equally comfortable. We wanted to create a space that was accessible to youth in both cultures and invite them to think creatively and meaningfully about their own spiritual walk, the call to work together to create a world that was more in line with the Divine Intent, and their role as citizens of the world. We wanted it to be a place that was wonder-filled, but in such a way as to be drawing us closer together, rather than “othering” someone.
July 11 was the real deal. It all happened. And it was glorious.
We have stayed for two nights at the Likhubula House, a camp/conference center owned and operated by the Synod of Blantyre. We are shoehorned into a very crowded camp with two large groups of the Church of Scotland “Boy’s Brigade” Youth Group, who are in Malawi building a school with some of their counterparts in Malawi. If that wasn’t interesting enough, we started our day by being joined by 54 CCAP students and youth workers. The 68 of us crowded into a hall that must have been designed to hold at least 70 people (i.e., we didn’t have a lot of wiggle room), and we convened our third of three Youth Conferences on the topic of “Developing Leadership Through Partnership”. We changed things up a bit this morning by beginning with singing, and then having Eddie Willson lead off the teaching with a session on dealing with anxiety and pressure. This was a good multi-faceted approach to covering the topic, and Eddie did a phenomenal job at making sure that our small group reflection times were cross-cultural and deep. After a break, Abusa Paul Mawaya of the St. Andrew’s Parish in Mulanje offered a very smart and timely powerpoint presentation on the challenges that the youth in Blantyre Synod face and then he invited our small groups to consider how such challenges related to the American Youth. The discussion was lively, personal, and honest. It was a room full of God’s children seeking to find common ground in the hopes that we would be better together than walking our own roads.
Eddie gets the conference energized…
Delaney shares with her small group.
The small group conversations were a joy to watch!
Greta and T.K. mug for the camera…
Our Malawian facilitator, Abusa Mawaya (center), with Davies Lanjesi and myself.
(most of) the assembled group!
Immediately following the conference, everyone stayed and had lunch together: rice, chicken, and bananas topped the menu and the meal was truly sacramental. Some of the small groups ate together; there were clusters of “selfies” and a lot of contact information was shared. When all had eaten enough, the grounds were filled with chatter and laughter.
And if that were not enough, three or four dozen pilgrims of all ages met at the base of the trail for a brief hike into the lower elevations of Mount Mulanje. The climb was initially pretty steep, but then after a while it leveled out as we wandered through the trees and looked out onto the valley at the base of the mountain. After an hour or so, we arrived at the lovelyNgarambe waterfall and pool. This is the point where the small river springs forth from the mountain, and so to say that the water was cold would be an understatement. It was bracingly, breathtakingly, heart-stoppingly cold.
So, of course, a few of us jumped in. I mean, when are these kids going to get the chance to do that again? We jumped, and we swam as fast as we could back onto the rocks, where we warmed up in the 70 degree air.
And we laughed. And played. And splashed. And encouraged each other to try new things, to take new paths, and to risk ourselves just a bit. And. It. Was. Wonder-filled.
The Crafton Heights Team en route to the top.
Kemp shows the crowd how to enter the pool!
Even Holiness got into the act and decided to take the plunge (that’s Danielle and Rayna coming up for air in the background)!
Coleman asked me if we could swim all the way to the waterfall. (we couldn’t – not and feel our extremities anymore!)
The setting at Likhubula House was perfect because it is very accessible to our Malawian colleagues and yet it is so amazingly African that it was captivating to the American souls as well. The mixture of mental, physical, spiritual, and intellectual stimulation was the perfect combination to allow the groups of kids to mix it up in all sorts of ways.
I cannot imagine that there is anyone, American or Malawian, who will soon forget this day or the lessons learned, questions asked, and laughter shared during it. And I can’t help but think that in these memories lies the seed of something that could be sacred and formative for life.
I have a couple of friends who, when asked “Hey, how are things?”, their standard reply is, “I’m living the dream…” Know this: on July 11, 2019, a group of folks from villages in Malawi and suburbs of Western Pennsylvania and towns in Africa and the City of Pittsburgh lived the dream. I wish you could have been here. I hope that these stories and photos will give you at least a glimpse of what it was like.
And if you know someone who was here today, then make a not to ask them about it in a couple of weeks. Not now, when it’s so fresh, but in a few weeks after we’ve had time to reflect and digest on what we’ve been. And be grateful. It’s a good life, my friends – a good life indeed. Thanks be to God!
POSTSCRIPT: We are entering the phase of our journey wherein we will split up and go to five various congregations for the next three days. Internet access is not guaranteed, and the blog reports may be sketchy. I’ll try to post from Ntaja, but I can’t be sure. If you’re a parent or friend and are looking forward to these, don’t worry. Silence is a part of every pilgrimage!
What better way to finish the day than a game of “Crazy Dice” with our friends from Balaka CCAP?
The first Sunday after Easter (April 28, 2019) provided the saints at the First United Presbyterian Church of Crafton Heights with the opportunity to consider what happened to the disciples in the weeks and months after the resurrection. We saw them as people whose minds had changed – for the better… and we wondered whether we, too, have seen signs of such change and growth in our own lives. Our texts included Luke 24:45-49 and Acts 5:27-32.
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Portrait of a Bearded Man as an Apostle (St. Peter), Pier Francesco Mola Coldrerio c. 1612-1666
Well, well, well. Get a load of this guy! Can you believe it? Who does he think he is? Did you catch what Ronald said in the reading from the Book of Acts? Evidently, the followers of Jesus have been arrested, for what is apparently not the first time. They have been hauled in front of the Council – the Sanhedrin – and the High Priest, because they keep talking about Jesus of Nazareth and preaching in his name.
And did you catch the name of the ringleader, the spokesperson, the only apostle named? Peter. Yes, that Peter. The last time we saw him in this room was just the other day, when we read from Mark 14, the night that Jesus himself was arrested. Peter was close to the Council and the High Priest on that night, too. Do you remember?
Only on that night, he tried to hide. When he couldn’t hide, he lied. When he was found out in his lie, he ran away weeping into the darkness. That’s the last we’ve heard from Peter in this room. And you will recall that it was not, by any means, Peter’s best day. And yet it was Peter. The same Peter who we heard speaking confidently and even defiantly to the religious hierarchy a moment ago.
What’s happening? What’s gotten into him?
Some of you know my friend, Sophie, in Malawi. She and her husband lived with us for several months many years ago, and she had a habit that confused me. She often began a story by saying, “the other day…” Now, I imagine that you’ve used this phrase yourself. You’ve said something like, “You’ll never believe who I saw in the market the other day!” Perhaps you’ve asked me when my last dental exam was, and I responded, “Oh, it was the other day. I’m good.” When we use those words, we understand “the other day” to mean a date in the fairly recent past.
But for Sophie, “the other day” meant simply any day that is not “today”. She would start to tell me about the other day when she was learning to drive, and it would take me a while to catch on that we were talking about an event that took place decades ago. As you know, the passage of time adds a lot to the meaning of a story.
So when I said that we saw Peter “the other day” as he was fleeing the courtyard of the High Priest’s home on the night of Jesus’ arrest… which “other day” was it? How much time has elapsed between Peter’s running away in shame and his standing before the Council in such boldness.
This is a tricky thing for those of us who want to read the Bible. I mean, we’ve just finished a study of Mark’s Gospel, which takes 240 verses to narrate the events of one week. Conversely, the book of Exodus sums up 400+ years in fewer than 8 verses. So what is the relationship between the stories we’ve heard from Mark in recent weeks and those in today’s reading from Luke and Acts?
Jesus’ ascended into heaven about six weeks after his resurrection. That’s the conversation that Carly shared with you from Luke. The events described in Acts chapter 5 could be from the same year; if not, they are from the following year. In other words, the amount of time that has elapsed between Peter’s denial and his sermon here is to be measured in weeks or months, and certainly not in decades.
St. Peter Preaching, Masolina (c. 1400)
So I’ll ask again: what gives? Who is this guy? What has gotten into Peter and the other apostles that they should be so bold and brash only weeks or months after having failed so miserably?
My hunch is that if we had the opportunity to ask the apostles themselves, they might point to Luke’s account, and say something like, “Well, things really began to change for us – to take shape – as we met with the risen Christ. Our minds were opened. We understood that he was calling us to be witnessesto his resurrection, witnesses to his presence.
In the time between the burial of Jesus and this trial in Acts, these followers of Jesus came to see themselves as witnesses. I’m here to suggest that this is a new understanding. Think back to the day of Jesus’ Triumphal Entry into Jerusalem. On that day, they saw themselves as managersor maybe cheerleaders. Jesus was coming in and was loudly proclaimed as the coming Messiah – it was unmistakable. And so it fell to the disciples to help facilitate the crowds and maybe even get themselves positioned as a kind of a “transition team” between the current religious and political establishment and that new order which Jesus would bring.
However, as the situation in Jerusalem devolved during Holy Week, things changed. Jesus was betrayed, and then arrested. If the dream of the Messianic Kingdom with Jesus as its head was going to come to pass, then those who were with him would have to take quick action. We saw that in the Garden at least some of the disciples were ready to fight for Jesus, and for this new Kingdom, and to defend him. That’s not the first time that these folks saw themselves in that way – the Gospels are full of occasions when those who were closest to Jesus sought to protect him from others whom they deemed to be unworthy: children and foreigners, mostly.
When we interpret the disciples acting as protectors or defenders, then perhaps we can construe the running away in the Garden of Gethsemane and even the denials by the High Priest’s home not as acts of cowardice but rather as strategies for buying time. After all, in this view, the arrest of Jesus is a horrible thing – but if everyone gets taken in there will be nobody to save him. If all of them run away now, the disciples could have thought, they can break him out of jail and get back to plan “A” – Jesus coming in, bringing his Kingdom, and a new world order! Here we go!
But then, of course, came the crucifixion, death, and burial of Jesus. At that point it must have seemed to the followers of Jesus (and they said as much to the “stranger” on the road to Emmaus) that they were sadly mistaken. He was evidently not the Messiah. He had evidently notcome to liberate the people of God.
And now we move ahead a few months or a year into the Book of Acts and we are re-introduced to these Christ-followers as men of purpose and vision. They’ve got multiple arrest records already for bearing witness to the presence and resurrection of Jesus.
And listen to what Peter says about his old friend and mentor, Jesus. He says that God has raised up Jesus as Israel’s “Leader”. The Greek word there is archegos, and it means one who goes before, or is an example, or a pioneer, or a predecessor. Jesus is the first of many – Jesus is the archetype of that which God intends for all humanity.
Not only is he “Leader”, but he is “Savior”. Again, the Greek helps us understand: soter is a word that refers to a title that the Greeks gave to leaders who had conferred significant benefits on their country. It was used to describe a military or political leader who had really brought about true and significant benefit or advantage for his people. It is worth noting, too, that this is the first time in the New Testament that a Jewish person uses this word to refer to Jesus. In recognizing him as archegos and soter– Leader and Savior – the disciples are acclaiming Jesus as one with supreme power and authority; one who can be relied on to get stuff done; Jesus can be trusted to do as he says he’s gonna do.
Appearance on the Mountain in Galilee, Duccio di Buoninsegna (c. 1310)
And if Jesus is in fact that kindof leader and savior, then the disciples’ understanding of themselves must also change. If that’swho Jesus is, then they don’t need to be his agents, handlers, or managers. If that’s the kind of person and presence that Jesus is, then he surely doesn’t need the kinds of protection that people like the disciples are likely to be able to provide. And so instead of being any of those things, the apostles say plainly, “we are witnesses of these things – we are here to tell you about our experiences of these things, and to invite you to consider the Holy Spirit who is also here as a witness.”
This morning I’d like to reflect on Christ-followers who see themselves as witnesses – as persons who have seen, observed, or participated in an event and then testify to what they saw, heard, and felt. I’m afraid that in the Church of Jesus Christ today, there are not enough witnesses.
I’m afraid that in the church of Jesus Christ today I know too many people who have abdicated the role of “witness” so that they could go back to being Jesus’ protectors. I know too many people who seem to believe that the God whom they say created heaven and earth and the vastness of the cosmos – that thatGod somehow needs folks like me or you to protect God’s self.
We have friends who act as if Jesus needs us to stand between him and those who would harm him – he needs us to point out and call out and tear down the people that could somehow hurt Jesus or his cause – and so these folks lash out self-righteously against Muslims or atheists or feminists or gays. Jesus needs us to have his back when it comes to outrages like the holiday cups used at Starbucks or the chicken sandwiches served by Chick Fil-A. Some people act as though the one who turned water into wine and used a few loaves and fishes to feed 5000 people has now had a change of heart and turns to his followers and says, “Whoa, whoa, whoa… be careful. Don’t be trying to feed or clothe everybody now. You’ve got to take care of yourselves. I’m not sure you can think about letting people like them get too close to your neighborhood…” As if Jesus was somehow less ableor less sufficientor less powerfulnow than he was when Luke and Acts were written.
If he is truly Leader and Savior – then he retains his power and authority, and he continues to expect that we are his witnesses, and not his handlers, agents, protection squad, or defense attorneys.
And that leads me to another question that is raised by this morning’s text. Clearly Peter and the other followers of Jesus grew in their understandings of who Jesus was and who they were called to be. Their minds were changed, and that led them to new understandings of themselves and their Lord. So I wonder, has that happened to you? Where are you growing? How long has it been since you’ve seen Jesus in a new way? Are there things about which you’ve experienced a change of mind or heart?
Careful now… In so many parts of our culture, a changed mind is seen as a sign of weakness. In discussions I’ve had recently of both a political and religious nature, I’ve heard comments like, “Her? Seriously? You know, I’ve heard that she has become really soft on ________ (fill in the blank with some doctrine, cause, or political viewpoint). I’m not sure she’s one of us anymore…” When a politician changes their mind, they are accused of waffling or flip-flopping. And if you didn’t know it, friends, that’s bad. That is very bad for your political career – and, as friends of mine discovered it can hurt your theological career as well.
When someone engages you in conversation by asking you how your mind has changed, or how you see things differently… there’s a temptation to see that as an admission of having somehow departed from orthodoxy or having left the “true faith”, whatever that is.
But listen: we are called to growth! We are built for growth! We long for and anticipate growth in our physical selves, our mental selves, and therefore why not our spiritual selves as well?
There’s not a person in this room who thinks, looks, or acts exactly the same as you did five or ten or twenty years ago. Heck, if you want a laugh, walk into my study with some of the children as they scope out your wedding and baptismal photos and say, “Hey… is that my mom and dad?”, or “Who is that guy with all the hair?” Because you’ve changed, beloved. You’re not the same.
So I’ll ask again: Where are you growing? How are you seeing Jesus these days? And how are you bearing witness to that presence in your daily life?
Today, may we join Peter and the other apostles in looking back at where we were, and who we were, on the other day– and praying for growth, wisdom, discernment, and freedom to find Christ in new places on this day. And as we find and experience the Christ, may we, too, fulfill our roles and thereby be witnesses to these things. Thanks be to God! Amen.
The people at the First U.P. Church of Crafton Heights have spent many Sundays since late 2017 immersed in an exploration of the Gospel of Mark. At the later service on Easter Sunday (April 21, 2019), we concluded that study by looking at Mark 16:9-20, a passage missing from the earliest versions of this Gospel. The first reading came from Isaiah 65:17-25,
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I hope that not all of you have been in this situation before, but I’m sure that everyone can imagine it. Let’s say that you’re driving along, minding your own business, and another car suddenly swerves into your lane, cutting you off, and you wind up hitting the telephone pole. The ambulance comes, you’re taken to the hospital where they set your broken leg, and then your family comes in to see you just as the doctor arrives to tell you how things look.
You tell your family what’s happened up to this point, but you don’t need to tell them what the doctor says, because, well, they’re here. They see and know the doctor at this point. You’ve told them what they don’t know, and that’s good enough.
Now, two weeks later you’re at your uncle’s house for a holiday party. Someone asks you about the cast on your leg, and so you start to tell the story about the other driver and the telephone pole and the ambulance. And when you’re finished, your brother-in-law – who wasn’t even there, by the way – adds details to your story: “The other car was an SUV, driven by some kid who was texting, I think. And the city has now changed the traffic pattern on that stretch of the highway, which is a good thing. That’s always been a dangerous road…”
And when that happens, you might be tempted to look at your brother-in-law and say, “Oh, for Pete’s sake, there you go again…” It’s irritating, sometimes, to have people add to or interpret your story. But as you reflect on what he’s said, you also think that maybe his comments could be helpful for those who are a little more removed from the story. They add some useful context to what happened.
Les Saintes Femmes au Tombeau, William-Adolphe Bouguereau, (1890)
So it is with Mark chapter 16. The Gospel writer pretty clearly ends his telling of the Jesus story in verse 8. In the face of the angelic announcement that Jesus has risen from the dead, the first community of Christ-followers were confused and afraid. That first Easter morning, they didn’t know whatto do, and they didn’t know whoto believe. The original ending of the Gospel shows us people running out of the cemetery, scared out of their minds.
And that ending, frankly, worked well enough for Mark’s original audience. Most of the community to whom Mark was written was living there in Rome and knew, or at least knew of, the Apostle Peter. They had access to other witnesses to those early days of the church – and they were familiar with the things that happenedafterthe crucifixion.
But before long, there began to be more and more people who didn’t know all of the same people, and who were not familiar with the events that took place on that first Easter and the days that followed.
At that point, someone else in the community plays the role of Mark’s chatty brother-in-law and picks up the pen to add a few details to the story.
What I’m saying is this: that Mark 16:9-20 is almost certainly not the work of the author of the rest of the Gospel. There are differences in style, vocabulary, and phrasing. Most of the content in these verses is, in fact, simply reflective of other material that we’ve come to know in Matthew, Luke, John, and the book of Acts. Most scholars see this part of the Gospel as an appendix that has been written by another hand, and therefore not so much a part of the second Gospel but rather a reflection on it, or an attestation of the truth to which the Gospel points. It’s as if a new generation of the church found a dog-eared copy of the Gospel and said, “Yes! This! There you go again! This is the truth!”
With that in mind, then, let me invite you to look with me at what this passage has to say. How does this next generation reflect on the Gospel that it’s received?
I’m struck by the church’s characterization of the people to whom the risen Christ appeared. There are no starry-eyed dreamers here, no wistful backward glances at the first followers of Jesus. When the author of these verses remembers those who gathered with the risen Lord, he or she does so with an acknowledgment that Jesus didn’t wait around for a perfect church to appear or be formed. Rather, this is a blunt description of the fact that the group that met with Jesus was comprised of people who struggled with their faith and who were above all else, stubborn. That is to say that while the three days in the tomb and the resurrection may have totally transformed Jesus, his followers were still the same people. This is what they had to say about themselves: we’re not sure what to think, but we can be really obnoxious.
You can’t make this stuff up…
Can you imagine a church with a motto like that today? Some years ago, my wife and I visited a little town in Texas with an unusual name. We were surprised, however, when the congregation in that place took on the town’s name and became known as “The Church of Uncertain.”
I love that sign, and I love this affirmation at the end of Mark’s Gospel: it goes to show me that Jesus is willing to work with what he had – with who I am. The Risen Lord is not hanging around beating the doubt out of his followers, waiting for them to become perfect; there’s no call for you or me to somehow get our acts together beforewe start living like Jesus asks us to. We are called to move forward with who we are and what we have, trusting that Jesus will continue to work on, in, and through us.
The early church remembers that, as recalcitrant and doubtful as they were, they were given two primary charges by the Risen Lord.
First, they are called to preach. That is, to point to God’s intentions for the world and those who live in it. Preach the Gospel to all creation! Celebrate the purposes of God as you live in the world and with others. That community, like you, would be familiar with the descriptions of God’s intentions as described in places like Isaiah 65.
Les malades attendant le passage de Jésus, James Tissot (between 1886-1894).
And secondly, in addition to preaching, or proclaiming, the reign and rule of God, this group of stubborn doubters is called to participate in those intentions by becoming agents of healing in the creation. It’s as if the Savior is saying, “Look, the longer we hang out together, the more you’re going to find that reality can, in fact, change. Be a part of that! Engage your world on God’s terms, and invite your world to be more intentionally and fully aligned with God’s design for that world.
This “appendix” to the Gospel of Mark then ends with a surprising affirmation: “the Lord worked with them and confirmed his word by the signs that accompanied it.” That’s another way of saying, “Hey! Everybody! It worked! Seriously – we did this – and we found that when we lived like Jesus told us to that some amazing things didhappen!”
Back toward the end of 2017, this congregation embarked on a study of the Gospel of Mark. When we did so, we remarked that this second Gospel begins with a different quote from the book of Isaiah. We watched a ragged prophet called John the Baptizer announce the coming of and presence of a new way of life and living, a new understanding of God’s purposes. John pointed us to Jesus of Nazareth, who called this new way of living “The Kingdom of God”, and who went on to say that this Kingdom is at hand – it is present, it is palpable today.
Calling Disciples, He Qi (contemporary)
For the past eighteen months or so we have affirmed that Mark’s Gospel is not centered on a system of belief. Nowhere in this document is a series of intellectual suppositions that we must affirm in order to gain entry into some heavenly club. There is no list of right answers on which followers of Jesus must insist before extending grace, forgiveness, and kindness. No, this little pamphlet is a call to a life of boldness centered on an acknowledgement that this reality that Jesus called the Kingdom of God is present and accessible right now to people like us. It is an encouragement for the people of God to live in a way that points to the reign and rule of God, that demonstrates God’s intentions, and fleshes out God’s hopes for creation.
To be sure, the Gospel is full of stories, including the events of Holy week, that demonstrate that this manner of life is not always easy and that there may be a cost. The original hearers of Mark’s Gospel surely knew and appreciated that.
And yet, when the dust had settled, someone picked up Mark’s pen long after he himself had died. That community recalled with joy that Christ had come, and suffered, and risen to rule the world. Those folk celebrated that this Kingdom of God, this reign and rule of the Holy that echoes the landscape painted by Isaiah and demonstrated in the life of Jesus of Nazareth is in fact ours to live.
There was a certain roller coaster ride at the Kennywood Amusement Park that began with the announcement, “Hold onto your hats, please. No repeat riders.” I’m pretty sure that the mechanized voice that issued that warning hundreds of times a day didn’t think that it was making a theological affirmation, but I’m convinced that is the essence of the Gospel as received and transmitted by Mark’s community. Brace yourselves for adventure – this is a good, good life that we’ve been given. Yes, we will encounter great pain and even death along the way – but pain and death are not the end of the story. The presence of the Risen Lord infuses our lives and all creation.
The Good News of the Gospel is that you don’t have to have it all figured out. We participate in this Gospel as we engage in grateful and hopeful lives and share that gratitude and hope with those we meet. Along the way, we are given the opportunity – or the responsibility – of looking for, asking for, or waiting for the presence of the One who preached the Kingdom’s truth and then rose from the dead to affirm it’s nearness to the heart of God. So beloved, the call of the Gospel today is this: seek that presence today, and be a sign of it in the world. He has Risen. He has risen indeed. So show someone what that looks like! Thanks be to God! Amen.
The people at the First U.P. Church of Crafton Heights have spent many Sundays since late 2017 immersed in an exploration of the Gospel of Mark. On the Fourth Sunday of Lent (March 31, 2019), we were served another “Markan Sandwich”: this one having to do with the trials of Peter (in the courtyard) and Jesus (before the high priest). Our Gospel text was Mark 14:53-72.
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The teacher was furious. He had found a note in the hallway, and on it was scrawled, “I hate this school so much. It’s filled with idiots!” They had been talking about self-esteem and pride, and the teacher didn’t know what to do. He held the note above his head and said, “Is that what you think? That this building is filled with idiots? I would like to ask everyone who thinks that they’re an idiot to please stand up right now!”
There was a tense silence, and finally little Davie stood. “Really? Davie? You think you’re an idiot?” The student replied, “Well, actually, no sir, I don’t. I just hated to see you standing there all alone, sir.”
As we continue in our study of Mark, we see here in chapter 14 a study of two men who are, fundamentally, alone. I’d like to invite you to consider what it means to be alone, and who is alone in this passage, and why.
Let me encourage you to think of this passage as another “Markan sandwich”. You’ll recall that the author of the second Gospel often begins a story, then interrupts it with another, and finally concludes the first. Most often, this is done because the two events will offer commentary on each other.
In the passage you’ve heard today, we see two very different men who are undergoing two very different types of trial. Peter is out in the crowds, seeking to navigate the court of public opinion, while Jesus is the subject of a formal, albeit illegal or irregular, arraignment. How do we hear God’s word of hope in these stories? What do they say to their original hearers, and to us?
Persecution of the First Christians, by Giuseppe Mancinelli (1813-1875)
Let’s remember when this Gospel was written – probably about thirty years or so after the incidents it describes. The first audience for this little pamphlet was a young Christian community in Rome, one that had in all likelihood been taught and nurtured by the Apostle Peter himself. This group of believers was facing a significant threat – they were being persecuted, arrested, imprisoned, and even killed by the Empire.
Often when we hear of civil or religious authorities bursting into a room and bringing panic, fear, and even death, we think of someplace far away or long ago. Not so the earliest readers of Mark’s Gospel – for them, this could have been the part of the story that seemed the most accessible. This passage could have literally been snatched from the headlines because it was so close to their own experience.
So what is happening in this text?
Well, Jesus has been dragged from that little debacle in the Garden of Gethsemane into a full-blown arraignment before the leading council of the Jewish people, called the Sanhedrin. If you’d like to check this out, you’ll discover many articles that describe the numerous ways that this trial was, itself, illegal. Jewish law forbad legal proceedings at night; there were many false witnesses; and Jesus was being coerced into testifying against himself.
Again, Mark’s first audience would know all about these instances wherein the “justice system” was used as an instrument of oppression and control, rather than a tool for liberation and vindication. Clearly, Mark intends to present Jesus as a positive role model for his friends and community who are facing such injustice, and that is amplified when Jesus finally does speak. When he is asked “Are you the Christ, the son of the Blessed One?”, he offers two little words in Greek: “Ego eimi”. Translated, of course, that means, “I am.” To most Westerners in the 21stcentury, “I am” is an innocent statement. “Who’s going to the Penguins game today? Who’s ready for ice cream?” “I am!”
Yet when you say “I am” in Hebrew, you say, “Yahweh”. That changes things significantly. And even though Jesus was speaking in Greek or Aramaic, the undertones were clear: here was Jesus, confirming to the Sanhedrin what he had forbidden the disciples to speak about earlier: he is the Messiah. In fact, he doubles down on that by not only saying “I am” but by following that up with a “Son of Man” statement – again, a strong pronouncement in the ears of his Jewish audience.
Jesus, when pressed, speaks nothing but the truth, and he suffers for it. He is condemned by unjust people after an unfair sham of a trial and then treated shamefully. He is cursed by others and led him away to a beating he did not deserve.
Peter’s Denial, by Rembrandt (1660)
Peter, on the other hand, is not compelled to be present by anything other than his own conscience. He had tried to defend Jesus in the Garden, but after dropping his sword and leaving his friends, he skulked along in the shadows behind the procession to the high priest.
His trial comes, not at the hand of any official representative of either the Temple nor from the Imperial government, but from the folks who surround him in the palace courtyard.
And whereas Jesus refused to speak, Peter can’t shut up. And note the progression of his denials: First, he feigns ignorance: “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Then, he denies any connection with the community in which he and Jesus were intimately involved: “I’m not one of them!”. And finally, he disavows any personal relationship with Jesus: “I don’t know him!” And rather than being found guilty by some outside party, as was Jesus, Peter brings down curses on himself. The last glimpse we will have in the Gospel of Mark of this beloved disciple is of him weeping at the gate, stumbling into the darkness, regretting his own failures as a disciple and friend. Now, having said that, I should also point out that it’s reasonable to expect that the first readers of Mark, the Christians in the city of Rome, would already be familiar with some other Peter stories; they would, in all probability, recognize that their own community had been shaped by his leadership. Most of them would know about his imprisonment and perhaps even his death at the hands of the Roman Empire – so even though this is the last we read about Peter in Mark, the original audience would know that it’s not the end of his story.
So that’s a little bit about how the first readers of the Gospel might have heard this story in their context. Jesus as one who is unjustly arrested, unjustly imprisoned, unjustly beaten, but who tells the truth and walks through it; Peter as one who fails miserably, who denies who he is and what he has been, yet as they know, who comes around and lives into his best self because of his community. What about us? What are the implications for this passage in our own day? What can we learn from this, and what can we do with it?
There are a lot of directions that we could go, and many possibilities for interpretation here. This morning, though, I’d like to leave most of those ideas behind and focus on the question I asked at the beginning of the message: who is standing alone, and why?
Peter’s Denial, by Michael O’Brien (contemporary; used by permission; see more like this at http://studiobrien.com)
In this text, both Jesus and Peter are fundamentally alone at a crucial moment in their lives. Peter is seeking anonymity as he hides in plain sight by the fire. Can you picture him drawing his cloak up over his head, hiding his face? As he is recognized by others in the crowd in spite of his attempts to conceal his identity, he retreats into further isolation by removing himself from the fire circle and heading into the entryway or outer court. Peter is clearly feeling unsafe and exposed in this environment.
In the same way, Jesus is surrounded by other people but more alone, perhaps, than he has been in his earthly lifetime. As he is dragged into the trial, people come one after another and seek to “other” him. He is diminished and assaulted verbally, physically, mentally, and spiritually by self-important people in the room who are doing everything they can to remind him that he is not like them and he is not welcome and not worthy; that he doesn’t belong and doesn’t know who he is.
I would like to suggest that both Peter and Jesus are in situations that are clearly removed from the Divine intent. The conditions in which they find themselves are filled with evidence of fallenness, brokenness, and the far-off-ness of the Kingdom of God which they both proclaimed not all that long ago.
For some reason, as I read and re-read this scripture throughout the week, I was reminded of a brief passage from Genesis 2. For the entire duration of the amazing creation poems that comprise most of chapters 1 and 2 of Genesis, we are only told of that which has been pronounced “good”. Earth and sky, sun and moon, water and dry land – it’s all “good”. But there near the end of the second chapter, we find that there is a “not good” that is introduced: “Then the Lord God said, ‘It is not good that the human is alone. I will make him a helper that is perfect for him.’” (Genesis 2:18) If you were to scan the various translations of that verse, you’ll see that some versions indicate that God makes a ‘helper’ for the first human, while others call that second human a ‘helpmeet’, a ‘partner’, or a ‘companion’. No matter how the word is translated, the implication is clear: according to the norms set forth at Creation, isolation, loneliness, or being “othered” is not good; this kind of alone-ness is not reflective of God’s best for God’s children.
So here is a word for this day, beloved: If the character in the story that most grabbed you was Peter – if you know how it feels to want to make yourself smaller, to hide, to cringe in the shadows or walk toward the edges of your community in fear… if you understand how it is to cower in shame, or pain, or isolation… then let me please beg you to take a step out of those shadows and let some part of yourself, your story, and your pain be known.
If you have been hiding, then let me ask you to come out a little bit. There is no need to create a full-scale PR campaign, to rush the microphone during “Joys and Concerns”, or to open up your own website – but if you have felt that kind of loneliness and isolation, then let me encourage you to take a step toward another person. Maybe it’s me; maybe it’s the person sitting next to you or the one watching your children now – but let me ask you to find someone with whom you can be true. Share a part of your story with someone else, and together with that person, walk toward community and look for some sort of healing, hope, and restoration together. It is not good for you to be alone, or isolated. Allow your community to help make things better.
And some of you looked at Jesus in his time of trial and abuse and you cringed on his behalf. Why was he so alone in this his hour of need? Did you want to scream to his friends, his brothers, his beloved followers, “Where are you now?”
If you noticed the look of isolation and maybe even abandonment in the eyes of your Lord this morning, if you were appalled at the ways in which Jesus was “othered”, then let me implore you to search for that in the faces that surround you this and every day. Someone near you is feeling abandoned or vulnerable or exposed. Someone close to you is hiding in fear, and cringing.
Perhaps a call from the Gospel for us today is to move to stand a little closer to that person. I’m not suggesting that you do this in order to rescue, or fix, or change, or heal anything about that person’s life – because it may be that the reason they’re alone is because something else in our world is so broken that they have become “othered”. Let me encourage you to become a companion, or what I might call a “non-anxious presence” in the room.
One word that has been used with some frequency in discussions like this is “ally”, and I use it guardedly today because I understand that it carries with it some baggage and connotations that may be less than helpful. That said, however, one of the best things about an ally is that neither party in such relationship is called to submit to or even become like the other. When Germany was bombing the daylights out of Britain during World War II, for instance, the US did not, as an ally, scold the British for being British. We didn’t walk into London and teach them a better way to be English, or insist that they call lorries “trucks” or chips “French fries.” We didn’t try to make them become like us – we went and we stood with them and helped them maintain their sense of self and sovereignty at a time when they were feeling very much at risk of being abandoned or even obliterated.
One writer at the University of Kansas has this to say about being an ally:
Sometimes, it’s just reaching out and caring; sometimes it means taking a stand against ethnic, sexist, or other oppressive jokes; sometimes it is thinking about a person and encouraging them to keep trying; it can mean… speaking out publicly against injustice; sometimes it means backing a person’s leadership; sometimes it entails organizing a demonstration against discrimination.
Whatever the circumstances, as community members, we probably have a greater capacity to be effective allies to each other than we realize. We have the ability to think about each other, empower each other, and act on each other’s behalf in our day-to-day lives or in emergency situations.
And like almost anything else, being an ally is a skill. Although being an ally often comes quite naturally, you can learn how to be an ally; and the more you do it the better you get at it.
So here is the call of the Gospel today, beloved: If you feel isolated, or exposed, or insignificant because of who you are, or who you have been told that you are, then let me encourage you to seek an ally here – to reach out for one who can help you feel less vulnerable. And if you know that someone else is in a space that might be unsafe for them because of their race, their religion, their sexuality, or any other part of their lives, then you can let that person know that they are not alone.
Our world and our culture tend to be divisive; we are increasingly polarized, fractured, and divided. Jesus and Peter are great examples this morning of those who were driven, for whatever reason, to a place where they were scapegoated, isolated, or abandoned. I suspect that a significant reason for the writing of this passage in the Gospel of Mark is that Peter had said on more than one occasion, “I wish I’d have been able to do more; I wish I’d have spoken up for him more, or better. I wish I could have been there for him.” Similarly, Peter’s very presence in Rome was proof positive that somehow in the days following the darkest hour of his life, someone he loved and trusted moved closer to him and whispered, “It will get better, my friend. Hold on. I am here. We will get through this.”
That is the Good News of the Gospel, my friends. That you can get through this. And someone here can be with you while you do. Thanks be to God. Amen.
he people at the First U.P. Church of Crafton Heights have spent many Sundays since late 2017 immersed in an exploration of the Gospel of Mark. On March 3, 2019, we considered the scripture that terrifies me as few others do: Jesus’ critique of the religious leaders and worship practices of his day. Our Gospel reading was Mark 12:35-44. The Old Testament reading was another frightening passage – God’s judgment on the religious leaders as found in Ezekiel 34:1-10.
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I suspect that I am not the only person in the room who is guilty of having watched a television program called “Mystery Science Theater 3000”. This show ran on Comedy Central from 1988-1999 and was revived on Netflix last year. What you need to know about that program this morning is that it featured a human and several robotic companions watching B-grade movies in an empty theater; the movie would be shown in its entirety and the characters, visible in silhouette on the bottom of the screen, would provide humorous or sarcastic commentary while the film played. Some days, it was pretty funny.
I think about Mystery Science Theater 3000 as I read today’s gospel. Jesus and his friends have gone to the Temple to offer worship to the Lord. Like everyone else there, they’ve participated in the prayers, sung along, and made some sort of an offering.
And then something happens – there’s a slight shift. In my mind, it’s like we are watching a drama unfold over Jesus’ shoulder. We are hearing his commentary on the story of worship that day – the religious figures who are leading worship as well as the poor people who take part in other ways. And just as the writers of Mystery Science Theater 3000 hoped, this program of Jesus’ commentary on worship was a smash hit. We read in verse 37 that “the large crowd listened to him with delight.” Everybody was having a good time.
Can I tell you something? Jesus’ teaching here in Mark 12 is the absolute scariest passage of the entire Bible to me. And when I read the text from Ezekiel? I get a pit in my stomach. In fact, sometimes I think that I’m asking the Lay Readers to share the scripture because I want them to have a meaningful part in the morning worship. Today, it’s because I’d rather have Rayna and Jon reading that than me. I mean, did you hear what was going on there?
Here’s Jesus, delighting the crowd with his observations about pompous, self-righteous religious authorities who walk around in long robes (…maybe like this alb I’ve got on this morning?). The Greek word that is used there is stola– as in “stole” (…maybe like this stole I’m wearing now?). And these people of whom Jesus is so critical demand respect. Maybe you know that most of the time when I introduce myself, I’m “Dave”, or maybe “Pastor Dave”. But on days when I’m cranky, or when I want the people at the hospital or the prison to take me seriously, I introduce myself as “The ReverendDavid B. Carver…” Jesus talks about those pretentious leaders as people who long to have the best seats in the front of the worship space (…maybe you’ve noticed that there are only 3 upholstered arm chairs in the room, and you-know-who is seated in one of them every week…). Incidentally, you might not know that Rayna’s dad is the craftsman who upholstered these chairs a few years ago…
But do you see why this passage frightens me? Jesus is talking about people like me! What if he’s even talking about me?!? To the cheers of the crowd he is taking these self-righteous, arrogant, religious hypocrites down a peg or two.
What makes me any different?
I’ve seen it – far too often. I’m sure you have too. One of the scenes that sticks in my mind happened some years ago in a place far away. I was a guest in the home of a pastor, and the pastor’s wife warned me about another pastor in the area. “Stay away from that one,” she warned. “He eats the money that people bring to the Lord.”
Her husband attempted to quiet her, but she waved her hand and continued. “Listen, a long time ago in another place that man was the treasurer for his Presbytery. Somehow, he stole a receipt book then, and he carries it with him now. When elders from the churches bring in their offerings, he writes them receipts from his own book, rather than the official book, and he takes the money from the poor home and he eats it. It is a terrible thing for a person to call himself a ‘man of God’ and then do something like that.”
You’ve seen it, and I hope you’ve been troubled by it – those who would hold themselves up as authorities or somehow important or especially blessed by God who wind up deceiving themselves or their audience.
But that’s the problem, isn’t it? We as humans find it so easy to get puffed up, we find ourselves so desperate to impress either ourselves or each other that we become blind to the purpose, glory, and hope of the Kingdom that is proclaimed throughout Mark’s Gospel.
The Good News of the Gospel, my friends, is that we are not presented with a problem and then left hanging. Just after Jesus states the lamentable nature of the human condition to preen and strut and fill ourselves with pride, he offers a set of practices that will help us to deal with that problem.
While some of these very important and impressive men are parading up to the front of the temple and putting on a show as they drop in the money for a new roof on the temple, or maybe a scholarship in grandpa’s name or a sizable donation to the organ fund, Jesus isn’t even looking. After all, whatever they give is inconsequential – it’s their extra money, and they know where to get more if they need it.
Instead of focusing on the doctors of the Law and their flowing robes, Jesus invites us to notice a small, impoverished woman making her way up the side aisle. She’s coming while all the attention is on the goings-on in another part of the building, and she’s putting some coins in the offering plate.
When she thinks that no one is looking, she drops everything she has into the basket. Her offering consists of two coins that are called leptons– which means literally “a thin one”. It was the smallest coin known to that culture, and it would buy about one slice of bread. Clearly, Jesus is not impressed with the size of her gift – but he makes special note of the substance and the manner of that gift. He says that “she put in everything that she had”. Jesus points out that this woman is modeling a set of behaviors that are demonstrably different from those that he’s critiqued in the previous verses. Rather than trusting in herself, her own giftedness, her own respectability, she is trusting God with her very self as she gives all that she is to God.
So why does Mark write this down? More than that, why does Mark choose to use this as the last of the public teachings of Jesus? Let’s remember that the original audience for Mark was a small community of Christians in Rome who lived under constant threat of persecution from both the civil and religious authorities. People were literally dying because they professed to be followers of Jesus; the self-important leaders in flowing robes and fancy stoles and rich togas were enjoying the good life, and those people who carried the name of Jesus were being put to death. And Mark, writing to encourage this community, keeps this important teaching here because he wants to remind people that it’s better to be nameless, poor, vulnerable and trusting in Godthan it is to be renowned, revered, and favored in the world’s eyes.
Mark’s first audience needed to hear this because each of them wasthe widow; they werethe ones who were reduced to nothing but poverty, trust, and hope. They needed to hear the blessing of the Christ.
But why has it survived? Why read this today, on Preschool Sunday of all days?
Because I am not the only one who longs for respect and affirmation. I may be the only person wearing a white dress and a stole this morning, but each and every one of us in the room this morning knows something about how it feels to simply lovewalking around claiming that there is something external that defines us, that makes us important, that gives us status or prestige or respectability.
Maybe it’s our nationality. “Hey,” we say. “I’m from _______. That makes me special.” Or we point to our race, or we crow about how we pay taxes and those other losers do not; maybe we’re proud to be homeowners and not renters, or we’ve impressed ourselves that our sexuality is somehow more pure than those other people. I remember this feeling of superiority very vividly as a teenager. A number of the people with whom I was connected had gotten themselves arrested for one thing or another, and one of the mothers looked at me and said, “Well, David – why are you looking so smug? Do you think you are better than these boys that you’re sitting with?” And – I said it. I’m not proud of it, but I shot back, right before she slapped me, “Well, actually, if we’re looking at things from a purely legal standpoint…”
If you’re going to be honest with yourself and with me, you’ve got to know how that feels – to look at someone else and say, “Look, I know that I may not be perfect, but I’m surely better than that slob over there…”
The Widow’s Offering, Jesus MAFA Project
Mark’s first audience and the people gathered today are called to the same practices – to engage in disciplines that will lead us to lives that are characterized by humility, generosity, faith, and gratitude.
What do thoselives look like? In her stunning volume entitled, Help, Thanks, Wow: The Essential Prayers, Anne Lamott tells the story of Father Gregory Boyle, the founder of a group called Homeboy Industries, a ministry that helps former gang members re-enter society. He reminds us that
…gratitude is not about waving your arms in praise on Christian TV shows. That’s what we think God would want because we would love to have a few hundred people applauding us, waving their arms like palm fronds. Instead, God’s idea of a good time is to see us picking up litter. God must love to see us serving food at the soup kitchen at [a local] Church, or hear us calling our meth-head cousin just to check in because no one else in the family speaks to him. He can be long-winded and a handful, but we used to put each other’s peas in the glasses of root beer at holiday dinners, so we have history together. With two other cousins, we took naps together in one big bed, so we pick up the two-hundred-pound phone and dial his number, and say, ‘How are you?’
I really believe God’s idea of a good time is also to see us sharing what we have worked so hard to have, or to see us [chatting up] the old guy in line at the health food store, telling him our grandfather had a hat just like his, even though it is a lie.
When you have been able to cry out “Thank You” upon finding your lost child at the mall or getting off booze it can naturally make you willing to want to take time with the homeless…
Closer to home, you can see this in lots of places here in Crafton Heights. Did you see someone bringing a child to worship or after school? How about the person who called the church to make sure that we knew about her sick neighbor? You can walk into a room and hear people with quiet voices who speak last. You know someone who has spent time sitting with an old, sick man who doesn’t speak our language, and the two of them were laughing at jokes that only one of them could fully understand. There are those in our midst who have dedicated themselves to making room in this congregation and their lives for those who feel excluded or unsafe everywhere else in their world…
We are here and in all of those places, dear friends, not because the seats are all comfortable and the hymns are our favorites and the babies are all cute – we are here and in each of these places because this is where God is, and this is the world to which Christ is sending us. These are the places where we learn humility, generosity, faith, and gratitude. Is it hard? Sometimes. But it’s good.
Samuel Shoemaker was a religious leader in a difficult place in New York City. He was asked why he continued to pour his love out on those who were past the edges of society, even when it was taking a toll on his own health and well-being. He replied, “I would love to run away from it all, but a strange man on the cross won’t let me.”
Beloved, I started this message inviting you to recall a television program wherein we are sitting in the back of an auditorium, belittling a story that plays out on the screen. In our world, however, we are like the poor widow who lives for an audience of One. We seek to be humble, generous, faithful, and thankful because that is who God has made us to be. We are called to live and share and model this behavior in front of God and therefore, with and for each other. Thanks be to God for the ability to share in this life together. Amen.
The people at the First U.P. Church of Crafton Heights have spent many Sundays since late 2017 immersed in an exploration of the Gospel of Mark. On February 24, 2019, we encountered something we have not seen before and will not see again in the Gospel of Mark: a “teacher of the Law” who is commended by Jesus. Our Gospel reading was Mark 12:28-34. The first reading (for both us and Jesus’ hearers) was a passage known very well to those who participated in and overheard the discussion between Jesus and the man: Deuteronomy 6:1-9
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Like many of you, my computer knows that I can be a little slow. My trusty laptop is willing to help speed things along for me. As I was preparing for this message, I typed into my search bar, “what is the most important rule in” and before I could say “my faith” or “Christianity” or even “religion”, I was offered a whole host of suggestions…
It’s not really fair for you to answerafter you’ve already heard the Gospel, but if someone would have asked you an hour ago, “what is the heart of the message of scripture? What is the Bible about?”, how might you have answered?
I thought recently about a neighbor that Sharon and I had when we lived on South Graham Street many years ago. There was an elderly woman who lived nearby who had become, for some reason, quite embittered with the world. She knew that I was some sort of a professional Christian, however, and so one day as I washed my car she accosted me. “Listen,” she said, “I see you spending all your time over there at the church, and I wonder if you really know what’s going on. Tell me this, young man: what is the core message of the New Testament? What is it that we ought to take away from that document?”
I was a little taken aback by her frankness, and I felt put on the spot. I hemmed and hawed a little bit about loving each other and loving God, and she interrupted me by saying, “No, no, no… Here’s the message of the New Testament: if you spend your whole life loving other people, if you forgive people when they hurt you and trust people with what’s important to you, and if you try to help other people with no expectation of what you might get in return, then don’t be surprised when they crucify you.”
I think she is wrong, but the older I get, the more I can understand her. What is the core of the Gospel, do you think?
The Pharisees Question Jesus, James Tissot (between 1886-1894)
Jesus has been spending all day dealing with one religious expert after another. If you’ve been here this month, you know what I mean: we’ve had scribes, Pharisees, Herodians, Sadducees, and more, all having come to Jesus to test him in one way or another. And, as you may recall, he replied to each challenge with distinction and wisdom.
He did so well, in fact, that near the end of this conversation, an apparently un-aligned teacher of the Law approached him, not with malicious intent, but with respect and curiosity. He noticed that Jesus had answered well, and so he came to Jesus with a question that was not uncommon at the time. When he asked, “Of all the commandments, which is the most important?”, he was echoing a conversation attributed to the legendary Rabbi Hillel a generation earlier. A man asked the Rabbi, “Teach me the entire Torah while I stand on one foot.” The old man replied, “What is hateful to you, do not do to others. All else is commentary. Go and learn.”
So this man is an earnest inquirer, and he asks Jesus a genuine question. Jesus does not exactly push the bounds of accepted teaching when he starts by quoting Deuteronomy. “Hear, O Israel: the Lord is one…” Any Jew would have recognized this immediately – it was the call to worship at the temple every morning and every evening. If there was one verse that had been etched into the consciousness of the children of God, this was it…
“What is the most important commandment?” “Love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, mind, and strength…” You can almost feel the tension in the crowd melt away. His followers and friends might have thought he was going to say something unusual (he had a real knack for that); his critics and opponents might have hoped for a hint of impropriety, but there was nothing… It was the “safe” answer. I mean, who’s going to argue with that one, right? There are affirmative nods all around, and then Jesus draws another breath and says, “And the second is this…”
“Wait, what? Come on, Jesus, there is no ‘second’. There is only the Shema, there is only the Oneness of God.”
And in that moment, there was probably a little panic in the eyes of his closest friends. You know that feeling of apprehension – when someone opens their mouth and you’re not at all sure what’s coming next… Maybe you’re the parent of a toddler who has declared, “Do you want to know what else mommy said?” Maybe you’ve run into someone you don’t know very well, or you haven’t seen in a while, and that person says, “Well, I just had surgery, and I was really surprised by how long the scar was… do you want to take a look at this—” and you scream “Noooooooo!”
“The second is like it…”
What is Jesus going to say? I mean, there is only one… Come on Jesus, don’t mess with us here…
“You shall love your neighbor as yourself.”
Seriously, Jesus? That’swhat you’re going to go with? A passage from Leviticus 19?
Look, if you’re at my house, and you say, “Dave, I need the best rolling pin you’ve got”, I’m gonna reach into the drawer and give you a great one. No problem. Because I have one really good rolling pin. But if you say “I’d like a second…”, well, we’re gonna have some issues. Because there isn’t a second one. I mean, I’ll root around in the drawer, and I might bring something out, but it would probably surprise you…
Look, the “greatest commandment” we all know. Hear it all the time. Sing it, in fact. But when Jesus starts rooting through the scripture bin looking for the second one, it’s a little surprising. He grabs hold of Leviticus 19:18 and holds it up: “Love your neighbor as yourself.”
Listen, folks, that’s a fine scripture, but it’s not exactly a pronounced emphasis in Leviticus. I mean, the very next verse says, “Do not plant your fields with two kinds of seed, and do not wear clothing woven from two kinds of material.”
Let that sink in for a moment. How different, how much less complicated would the world be today if Jesus had only said, “Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and soul, and mind and strength; and, oh, yes, don’t wear that cotton/polyester blend. That has gotto go… Seriously.”
That’s it? Love God? Wear wool? All right! We can do that!
But he said it. He chose, of all the things he could have chosen, to hold up Leviticus 19:18. Why would he do that?
Because he could see that the religious leaders of his own day assumed that it was possible, acceptable, and maybe even desirable, to love God withoutloving one’s neighbor. As if we could divorce the two of those things somehow!
One of the great tragedies of religion is that professed followers of Jesus have not realized that these two commandments are inseparable. We cannot say that we love God, and then love only the people who believe the same things as we do. We cannot say that we love God, and then love only the people who have the same skin tone, or language, or orientation, or income level as we do.
Our primary response to the creation of the world and our place in it is to love God with everything that we have and are. One of the ways that we demonstrate the sincerity of our love for God is by our willingness to show our neighbor the same respect and tenderness that we show ourselves.
In commenting on this passage, Dr. Ernest Thompson writes,
“Love to God finds its only adequate fulfillment in love to one’s neighbor. Nonetheless this is the second command and not the first. Love to one’s neighbor must be rooted in love of God, if it is to be wise (not mere sentimentality), if it is to endure (even when we meet persistent unfriendliness, or sheer unloveliness), and if it is to be universal (excluding no race, no class, and no individual.”
Golden Rule (detail), Norman Rockwell (1961).
It seems to me that there might be no challenge more difficult for the church of Jesus Christ in the United States of America in 2019 than to love everyone without exception. Not “agree” with your neighbor. Not “tolerate” or “put up with” your neighbor. Love them. Love each of them. You, the brown-skinned person wearing a hoodie. You, the old white guy in a MAGA hat. Her, the lady smoking with her kids at the bus stop. Him, the grumpy police officer, and her the screeching seven year old. Those two over there, who you’re not even sure what to call because they don’t like any of the pronouns currently used by the English language. The fundamentalist Christian, Muslim, Jew… The one who denies his creator, and the one who praises God every day. The veteran who is wearing her uniform proudly, and the one next to her who kneels during the anthem.
Love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, mind, and strength and love your neighbor as yourself. When Matthew is telling this story in his Gospel, he notes that Jesus concludes by adding, “On these two commandments hang all the Law and the prophets.”
Listen, this scripture was chosen for this day a long time before I knew we’d be baptizing little Arya Jane this morning. But isn’t this the goal? To raise a generation who live this way? That’s what it says in Deuteronomy, right? Tell this to your children. Remind them. Do something to remember it! When Jesus and his friends were little boys they were given little boxes to put on their foreheads and wrists. When Joe was younger he received a confirmation class cross. Our lives are filled with symbols of that which we love and which we want to be.
May we be love. May we desire to be love.
At the end of their conversation, Jesus commends the scribe. Mark notes that “Jesus saw that the scribe had answered wisely…” Do you know that this man is the only teacher of the law in the Gospel of Mark to be recognized and commended publicly in this fashion? I think that matters…
And then, Jesus concludes the interaction by saying, “You are not far from the Kingdom of God.”
Jesus didn’t say, “Welcome home, friend.” He didn’t say, “Now go away, son, you bother me.” He didn’t even say, “Follow me.”
We are left wondering: what happened to this guy? I’ll tell you this – this isn’t the first cliffhanger in the Gospel of Mark, and it’s not the last, and it’s certainly not the biggest.
But this man had a choice: would he walk in the way of love, welcome, service, and humility? Or would he stay where he was? He clearly had to decide.
And so do we. Thanks be to God, we can decide today. Let us follow in the way of the Christ and in the way of the Kingdom. One of the most influential Christian minds in the last century was a writer named G. K. Chesterton. He once said, “Let your religion be less of a theory and more of a love affair.” May be engage our faith, those around us, and indeed ourselves not only with a doctrine that is respectable, but with the holy, burning love of Jesus Christ. Thanks be to God! Amen.
The Gospel According to Mark and Its Meaning for Today(John Knox Press, 1968), p. 198-199.