Deceiving Ourselves

Luke 13:10-17

Jesus heals a woman on the Sabbath. By Matthias Gerung c. 1530 Public domain

Having been a homeowner, father, and husband, living in a dorm during a semester of seminary away from my family, wasn't the most pleasant experience. 

It was formative, however. 

It is where I met one of my dearest friends. 

Away from my family, we supported one another during a time when we didn’t know many of our classmates. It was his first semester and I had just transferred from Union. 

Adapting to the surrounding culture was difficult for me and one day a classmate offended me so greatly, that I returned to the dorm room, completely enraged. 

As I paced my floor in the tiny dorm room, frustrated and overwhelmed by anger, my friend came knocking on my door. 

He asked if I was okay and when I explained how offended and angered I was, he asked if I had prayed for this particular classmate. 

Shocked at his suggestion, especially given the explanation of the exchange, I simply asked, 

“DO WHAT!?”

“It’s up to you” he replied “but I’ve always found it is healing for me when I pray for those I feel the greatest contempt for.”

There is a reason he is such a good friend to this very day. 

I took his advice, and it actually helped. 

He came back to see how I was a few hours later and I told him how much it had helped. 

It was amazing how my prayer for someone I resented so much, helped me to feel invested in that person, despite the certainty that this same person would chastise and antagonize myself and other classmates many more times to come. 

I shared all of this with my friend and a few days later, I came knocking on his door. 

That day, I found him pacing his room, throwing things, red faced and enraged, while sharing a few choice words. 

When I sat down to talk with him, I found that he had been angered by the very same individual who had angered me a few days prior. 

As my friend took a breath between his rants and descriptions of the same classmate I myself had previously confronted, I seized the opportunity to ask him, with a smile on my face, 

“Did ya pray for him?!”

The response to my advice was a far cry from “thank you” in case you were wondering. 

~

Today’s Gospel tells us the story of a woman who has been disabled by sin, bound to it in fact, for 18 years.

Regardless of her bondage, she enters the synagogue seeking a place to pray, a place to worship. 

She never asks Jesus to heal her. 

She just comes to the synagogue to worship, to be in communion with the Divine.

She doesn’t seem to have come seeking Jesus and she doesn’t seem to know that it is through him that she will be healed.  

She comes to the synagogue, however, to be changed -healed- through worship, through prayer,  because the function of prayer is not to influence an immutable God, but it is to change the nature of the one who is praying to God.

She comes to the synagogue seeking the same thing we should all be seeking when we come to God on the Sabbath, in prayer, and especially in worship. 

God’s redemptive change in us, all of us, no matter who we are, no matter what role we play. 

It is why I, myself, turn to face that altar during the order of confession, because I too am seeking God’s redemptive change in my own sinful self during the order of confession and forgiveness. 

SACRAMENTUM POENITENTIA
By Francesco Novelli - Amad. Gabrieli c. 1800 Public Domain

And although she may not know the change that is about to take place through Jesus, she comes longing for that change. 

Because she knows she should be condemned by her sin, even if we are not told just what sin it may be. 

Her symptoms are irrelevant, but the disease is clear, when Jesus proclaims that she has been bound by the adversary; sin. 

Yes, she is bound, enslaved, tethered to this disease of sin and could justifiably be condemned by it, just as we all could be. 

BUT… She knows it and she does not deny it.

Sisters and brothers, if the Church is called to be a hospital for sinners, who can we expect to come to such a hospital?

Because it is only the one who knows that they are sick who seeks the healing care that is needed. 

The first step in being healed is to know that we are all diseased by sin, afflicted by it, bound to it. 

~

No one likes getting sick, when we initially begin to feel the symptoms of our own ailments, we try to deny what those symptoms are pointing to. 

I am not certain that there is ever a time when this is a greater reality than with children. 

A few years back, my daughter kept rubbing her ear, crying, complaining, and acting agitated. 

I was home, spending a few weeks experiencing the single parent life my wife had been living just prior to taking a trip to Israel. 

Something seemed obviously wrong and my first assumption was an ear infection, but she wasn’t talking yet so I couldn’t ask. 

I called my wife to let her know I was taking my daughter to the doctor, only to be informed that I had NO idea what I was talking about. 

While we were on the phone arguing about my limited medical expertise, my daughter became sick to her stomach. 

Both of us being in such a rational state of mind, I delivered the mature response my wife anticipated upon hearing the commotion through the phone. 

“I told ya SO!” 

I hung up and immediately took my daughter to our pediatrician. 

Whenever I took the kids in to see him, we would always wind up talking about music and Torah. 

Maybe that is why I liked visiting the doctor. 

But on this day, obviously frustrated and angry that my wife belittled my vast medical knowledge and parenting skills, he gave me some sound advice. 

Upon discovering my child’s burst eardrum which is what caused her vast symptoms he advised; 

“Look man, give your wife a break! I’m a doctor. I studied medicine for EIGHT years. 

I’m a partner in a private medical practice. I’ve received awards for pediatrics. 

But when it comes to my kids, my wife still believes that Google will provide the best medical advice she can find, because I’m her husband and all wives KNOW, we are idiots!

I mean, do you really want them to believe we are smart? Consider the expectations that would carry!”

He was right, but I’ve also found that the more we deny the symptoms of our own disease, the tighter the grasp of the illness that takes hold, until eventually it cripples us. 

The Sick Child By Edvard Munch c. 1907 Public Domain

~

The greatest denial of our own symptoms and sickness is to project it onto others.

Sometimes by just proclaiming that another is sicker than we are, believing that if someone else is suffering symptoms greater than our own, we are given the chance to deny our own sin. 

Sisters and brothers, this is nothing more than cheap law. 

God’s law is given to us as a gift, just as God’s grace is a gift, freely given. 

It is meant to be used as a scalpel, a medical tool to cut the infection of sin out of our lives with God’s grace freely given to be the balm that heals those wounds. 

But when we use the law to condemn other’s bondage to sin, the law becomes nothing more than an accusatory broadsword, striking others down maliciously while masking our own sin, denying the reality of our own symptoms. 

It turns the gift of God’s law into a cheaply bought form of illusory self denial.

Perhaps herein lies the cardinal sin associated with the human institution of the church; self righteousness. 

But it is by that truth that we are all equally condemned, not you, not me, but WE, we all. 

This is the reality that the leader of the synagogue clearly denies when he abuses the law by not recognizing that if he too has come to the synagogue to truly commune with the one true God, 

he too has come to seek the redemptive change that this woman undeniably receives.

But it is not the change one can receive if they do not first acknowledge that it is needed in the first place. 

The leader of the synagogue does not directly confront Jesus because he knows that is a fight he isn't going to win.

So he picks on the one whose sin has already been exposed, the one who is most vulnerable to being accused, because it is her sin, fully exposed that has brought her to the synagogue in the first place. 

But Jesus’ response is about as straight forward as it can come. 

He calls it like he sees it, not only comparing their own care for animals to the lack of care they show for this daughter of Abraham -abusing the sabbath as a day off rather than the most important work day of the week-but Jesus is comparing the close attention to the care of animals to their own lack of attention to unbinding their own ties to their own sin. 

It is in that moment that the leaders are not necessarily put to shame, but they are given the opportunity to recognize their own shame. 

The leader is not condemned by the words of Jesus, but he is now freed by Jesus, because he recognizes the shame of his own hypocrisy.

The hypocrisy of denying his own sin. 

And in that recognition he is freed to be healed himself knowing that he himself -although not physically buckled over by the symptoms of his own sin yet- suffers the same disease and is invited to come to the table and be healed by the same hand. 

~

Last week, while attending Churchwide Assembly,  we stayed in a hotel, on the edge of the French Quarter in New Orleans.

While I attended numerous seminars, speeches, and networking opportunities, I couldn’t resist my walks into the French quarter daily, especially Bourbon Street. 

It was probably the most enlightening experience of the entire week.

I’ve been many places in my life; 

But out of all those places, I’ve never seen a place where such an air of permissiveness prevailed. 

It was any wonder why many delegates, Deacons, and Pastors locked themselves in their rooms at night. 

I won’t describe the sights, or even the sounds -although the blues band I heard three nights in a row was amazing- but as I walked among masses of people engaging in behaviors that certainly wouldn’t spruce up a job resume, 

I had to ask the question, what makes me different?

Intersection of Bourbon and Orleans in the French Quarter of New Orleans

As I crossed the intersection of Orleans and Bourbon Street, asking myself this very question one night, I was almost drawn to tears. 

Standing in the middle of this intersection, immersed in the filth and dabauchery of a nighttime Bourbon Street party, I looked straight down Orleans Street where I saw the shadow of Christ -with his hands raised high above us all- a mere block away being reflected on the outer wall of St Louis Cathedral. 

It was in that moment that I realized, in the midst of all the sights and sounds of Bourbon Street there is NOTHING that separates me from the behaviors and actions I was surrounded by. 

But in taking off that Mardi Gras mask that denies just how susceptible I am to sin, maybe I can reach out in faith, vulnerable and exposed, just like the woman in our gospel lesson today, and accept those gracious hands that are reaching out to me. 

Maybe we all can. 

Amen.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock

Van Gogh, Waiting Room 1882 (Public Domain)

Luke 12:32-40

The late Irish comedian, Dave Allen once said that the most important thing we as parents do, is teach our children about time. 

He explained how he had broached the subject with his own child, informing him, “I’m going to teach you to read the clock.”

To which his child asked, “Why?”

“Because it is important”, explained Allen, “that you know the time.”

To which his child again asked, “Why?”

“Because how would you know when to get up and go to school?”

“Mummy would make me,” came the obvious answer.

“Well, what if mummy wasn’t there!?” retorted Allen.

“You’d make me,” came the second obvious response.

“What if we both weren’t there!?” impatiently questioned Allen.

“Well, then I wouldn’t go to school,” replied his son simply.

~

There are many issues at the center of the Gospel for today; 

The Kingdom of Heaven,

Watchful vigilance,

Responsible anticipation,

But central to all these issues is an underlying concept: time. 

In a world where time is considered such a high commodity, I wonder how far removed we are from the parables that we hear today. 

Especially when we throw around catchy phrases like; 

"Live like there is no tomorrow."

"Live each day like it is your last."

"Live as if you’ll only live once."

"Live like you are dying."

All these quotes imply that there is no future, no promise, no hope. 

And this notion of limited time is a prevalent attitude for obvious reasons. 

Any understanding of heaven, or this kingdom that Jesus speaks of in today’s Gospel,  is an abstract idea to us.

It is an idea that we blindly subscribe to with little thought or rational consideration. 

So, then just WHAT exactly IS assured when Jesus speaks of this kingdom?

What exactly are we buying into when we consider the future prospects of this heavenly kingdom?

Or maybe we should think about it this way?

Given that it is vacation season and we live in a beach community, just WHAT amenities are being offered in this kingdom?

Jesus seems to recommend giving alms and resigning ourselves from our need for possessions, almost as an entrance fee, but when he talks of treasures that no thief will approach or moth can destroy?

It seems obvious we aren’t talking about a modern sense of paper or coin currency.

Any tangible goods seem out of the question as well.

So, when the disciples, the religious leaders, and Jesus’ followers ask questions about this kingdom, we shouldn’t find it as any surprise that we keep asking the same questions about this kingdom and prodding for further details to this very day. 

Today, I can only stand before you and tell you with the utmost certainty that I can only name one objective or definitive amenity, commodity, or treasure in the kingdom of heaven - 

Infinite time. Eternity. 

Isn’t that the only consistent description of the kingdom that we can name beyond a doubt?

A place that goes beyond the limitations of a beginning or an end.

A place where we are not only rejoined with the priesthood of all believers, but a place where we ourselves are not subjected to any ending, instead being assured an eternity, eternal life.

Petrov-Vodkin, Anxiety 1926 (Public Domain)

~

When the1993 film, Groundhog Day was released, it had a fairly decent reception in the box office. 

But the movie Groundhog Day has become a bit of a cult classic over the years, perhaps because it speaks to something we hear in our text for today. 

The film portrays Phil Connors, a Pittsburgh weather reporter, who is sent to Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania to cover the annual festivities that surround the groundhog on February 2nd. 

Phil, played by Bill Murray, is disgusted with the assignment, and he finds himself trapped in Punxsutawney following a snowstorm. 

Not only trapped in the town, but trapped reliving the same day, over and over, in a time loop. 

Initially, Phil makes poor use of the situation, knowing he will suffer no consequences for stealing, taking advantage of the residents of the town, or just living in a generally debaucherous fashion. 

But Phil comes to find himself becoming depressed as his alarm clock wakes him from sleep day after day to the tune of Sonny and Cher’s I Got You Babe.

Increasingly hopeless, Phil unsuccessfully attempts to break the time loop, by kidnapping the groundhog and even ending his own life. 

By the end of the film, Phil has given up trying to break the time loop, and he has accepted the fact that he will remain reliving his groundhog day for an eternity. 

In that moment, Phil realizes the infinite significance of each moment of his day. 

He comes to find that he can impact every life in that town. 

Not because of his gifts or his actions, but because he fully realizes his gift of that one day. 

And it is in the treasure of the life he lives in that one day, Phil finds the value of his eternal life. 

~

The gift of the time we have in this life deteriorates into the past in just one fleeting moment.

And when we realize this, we hold tight to what is now: our possessions, our relations, our mortality, our time. 

If we cannot value the treasure of every moment of this life, then how will we truly treasure the eternity of the kingdom?

We are not called to live life like there is no tomorrow, we are called to live life the way we want to live eternally. 

We are not called to live each day like it is our last, we are called to live life like it is our everyday.

We are not called to live as if we’ll only live once, but as if in that one moment we live eternally. 

We are not called to live like we are dying, we are called to live life like we are on the verge of living a life like no other, an eternal life.

Because sisters and brothers, THAT is the promise. 

But when we live our lives, seeking insurance for the life we have, we become invested in ourselves. 

The value of our lives becomes reflected in the possessions we accrue, numbers in bank accounts become symbolic of our personal worth, and that is not who we were intended to be. 

The parables shared today describe lives that are not lived for the purpose of insuring the lives or the time that we HAVE,  but they describe lives that are fully lived because of trust in the assurance of an eternal kingdom. 

And if we believe in that promise that is assured, why would we not be excitedly anticipating that reality rather than anxiously holding onto our fleeting moments?

Boudin, Fisherwives Waiting For The Boats To Return 1875 (Public Domain)

~

I can’t claim that this is an easy message to hear, because it is not an easy message to proclaim. 

We all live in a state of anxiety and unease, given our own uncertain outcomes as well as the uncertainty that surrounds others we know and we love. 

This week my family and I had the opportunity to meet up with the widow and gold star wife of one of the Marines I once served with while she was here in Virginia visiting on vacation. 

Her husband looked out for so many young Marines, including myself, and was considered a role model to everyone who knew him, especially those who served with him. 

The day he died, time stopped for many of us, including his wife. 

Years later, she remarried and today she has two beautiful children. 

This past week, when we got together, our children played and we talked. 

But on our drive home, I wrestled with the fact that the man who had been central in our relationship had not come up once. 

We talked about our kids, the other Marines and Corpsman we stay in touch with, work, and all the common everyday conversations that we once avoided. 

But for a few years it seemed like I avoided talking about anything but him whenever I saw her. 

As if I was trying to insure her that his memory was still with us. 

As if I was trying to insure that he would not be forgotten, or his sacrifice taken for granted.

But now, he hardly comes up, and I know he is still very present in our thoughts whenever we meet. 

I couldn't figure it out. Were we all of a sudden scared to talk about him?

Had his memory become taboo?

As we pulled back into town, I frantically searched for a picture of his tombstone realizing;

THAT was where I would find the answer. 

You see, Joe’s favorite song was the 80’s hit, Final Countdown by the Swedish rock band Europe. 

The same one you hear at sporting events and on the Geico commercial. 

People used to tease him about it and how bad the song was, but when his wife commissioned his tombstone, under the Eagle Globe and Anchor, his name, dates, details, and the cross of Christ,

Right at the base of the tombstone the words are etched into his grave:

“See you at the final countdown.”

In that moment, I think I figured it out. 

She doesn’t need insurance, because she fully believes in the assurance, 

And in that faith she has in that promise, she continues to live, knowing she will one day be with, not only the family she presently has, but with Joe in a state of eternal perfection and love, together. 

~

Sisters and brothers, we have been entrusted with the treasure of our limited time, here and now. 

And in the absence of the master who has entrusted us with that gift, we can hoard that time anxiously uncertain. 

Or like that amazing woman I still know and love so dearly  

-because of not only her character, but her faith-

we can be freed to live lives knowing time as not the commodity we hoard, 

but the never-ending treasure we have been assured upon the master’s return. 

It is in that moment we can fully embrace the infinite significance of every moment certain that joy and nothing less will find us

And we will find ourselves not only being blessed but being a blessing to others.

And light, love’s own crucified risen light, will find each and every one of us

All the way to that home in the eternal kingdom. 

Amen

Correggio, The Vision of St. John On Patmos
1520-1523 (Public Domain)

Sources

Brisson, Carson. Summer Intensive Hebrew Class. Union Presbyterian Seminary, July 12, 2012.

davidwrightatloppers. “Dave Allen - ‘teaching your kid time’ - ’93 - Stereo HQ.” YouTube. October 5, 2009. Posted August 5, 2016. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0QVPUIRGthI.

Europe. “The Final Countdown.” on The Final Countdown. n.p.: Epic Records, 1986, CD.

Kierkegaard, Soren and Howard Vincent Hong. Kierkegaard’s Writings, XII: Concluding Unscientific Postscript to Philosophical Fragments, Volume I. Edited by Edna H. Hong. United States: Princeton University Press, 2009.

Ramis, Harold and Danny Rubin. Groundhog Day. Directed by Harold Ramis. USA: Columbia Pictures, 1993. Film.

Knock, knock?

Luke 11:1-13

Fernand Khnopff
I Lock My Door Upon Myself  1891 (Public Domain)

I usually keep my phone on vibrate for the sake of those around me. 

My ringtone is a persistent open G tuned guitar rift that fades in and out monotonously, 

Fading in louder and out softly before sharply and clearly drilling back in like a power tool. 

It is the guitar solo intro performed by Keith Richards, the lead guitar for the Rolling Stones, in their song: “Can’t you hear me knocking?”

It’s on a loop so that the lyrics don’t cut in to what I consider to be one of the best uses of a guitar intro in any song. 

The lyrics to the song, though, are confusing. Mick Jagger doesn’t even know what the original lyrics were. 

But the theme of the song is as persistent as the opening guitar rift, “Can’t you hear me knocking?”

I love the opening, because it creatively simulates the rapping of knuckles on a door, using only a guitar.

Knocks on a door, which of course go unanswered as Mick, Keith, and the rest of the Stones incessantly express their desire to enter into whatever structure inspired this peculiar but delightful rock ballad. 

As I prepared for the sermon this Sunday, I kept thinking of this song. 

“Can’t you hear me knocking?”

Isn’t that part of what we feel when we hear our Gospel for today?

Isn’t that how we feel in response to our unanswered prayers?

Perhaps that is what leads the disciples to their request in today’s gospel for Jesus to teach them to pray a prayer that will associate them with Jesus’ ministry. 

A prayer that will be the signature prayer of Jesus Christ and his followers. 

The prayer that is offered in response to their request is one of the most consistent statements of resignation, trust, and confidence in the will of God that one could offer up. 

But this prayer goes even further. It is a prayer that invites God to take control of EVERYTHING we know, everything we see, everything that we desire to be in control of. 

Relinquishing control of our lives, our world, our desires, our vision for how we think things should be,  how we think they could be. And lets be honest here, you don’t have to be a social scientist to recognize that OUR vision of how things should be or could be isn’t working out all that well. 

Whether you’ve been watching the Republican National convention, certain that your one true hope could be found on a stage in an arena in Cleveland, or whether you’re anticipating catching a glimpse of your one true hope taking the stage at a convention center in Philadelphia this week at the Democratic National convention.

Some have found hope in movements that have  sprouted up across the country demanding their understanding of justice, while other movements demand a new sense of security and safety, defined by their own human definitions of what that would look like. 

Hopefully the persistent quest many are finding themselves on, for fictional Pokemon animals through their phones, is more of a distraction than a sense of hope. 

Regardless of where or what we put our hope in, there is no hope for our own human vision. 

Our plans for the kingdom that WE envision is flawed, but in this prayer Jesus presents a clear vision.

It is a prayer for not OUR will but THY will.

Not OUR kingdom but THY kingdom. 

Relinquishing control and turning our trust to THE One.

But that sounds a lot easier than it really is, doesn’t it?

When things rapidly fall out of our control, out of our hands, relinquishing control of our vision and our plan for the sake of a kingdom and a hope that we are only told to trust will be there because of a mere promise.

William-Adolphe Bouguereau
Soul Carried to Heaven 
1878 (Public Domain)

~

A hospital chaplain once sat beside a father in an emergency room after he had been informed that his daughter could not be resuscitated after severe burns which had been sustained in a house fire. 

The chaplain attempted to comfort the father by asking him to describe his daughter.

The father proceeded to tell the chaplain how much she loved to sing, and as he described her voice and passion for singing he began to calm down and even found himself smiling, until the chaplain took his hand and told him, “Well, I guess God needed another angel in the choir.”

At that point the father tore his hand out from between the chaplain’s palms and exclaimed, “If he needed her voice so badly, why did he have to burn her!” and he stormed away. 

~

The chaplain made a tragic mistake in his encounter. 

He described a god who closed a door, 

a god who closed the door on a father’s joy,

a god who closed the door on a little girl’s life.

Not the God that Jesus describes in the parable that follows his prayer in today's gospel. 

The God who opens the door to us all through Jesus Christ, no matter what doors have been closed. 

The God whose doorstep that little girl will step onto as she raps her knuckles on the door that we all hope to be welcomed into. 

~

The parable that follows the prayer today depicts three individuals:

The guest,who has traveled far, comes to the door weary and worn.

The host, who is ill prepared to provide for the guest, but is still the means by which grace will be received.

And the neighbor, who is the source of the sustenance that will be provided. 

The parable reflects on customs that remain common in the Middle East today. 

It is a custom that is as practical as it is cultural, because the welcoming of a guest was the manner in which people were able to survive long treks across the desert. 

To this day when you enter into a Middle Eastern home as a guest, every courtesy is extended to provide care, comfort, and what the host hopes will be interpreted as luxurious accommodations.

If the guest’s stay is not experienced in this way, it is seen as a dishonor to not only the host but the entire community. 

The neighbor in the parable is not only an unusual cultural portrayal of a neighbor for Jesus’ audience, but offers a contrast to the God who extends every courtesy to those who enter into God’s kingdom. 

It is meant to give us assurance, that we will not only have access to this kingdom, but it reflects on a prayer that implies a longing to enter into that kingdom, even inviting that kingdom, God’s kingdom 

RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW.

This is a door that God consistently opens, no matter what doors we may close. 

Doors we consistently lock and bar closed. 

Not a god that closes the door on our health, our relationships, and our lives

But the God that opens doors and extends every courtesy into God’s will, God’s Kingdom,

whether that be a door we enter into here on earth or in heaven. 

Paolo Veronese
Illusory Door 1560-1561 (Public Domain)

God’s kingdom, unlike our own homes, is not one that is built to benefit the One who holds the lease on that home.  It is meant to benefit the guests that come to reside there. 

So, when the chaplain implied that there was a god that needed the door of that little girl’s life to close for the sake of god’s own need, the chaplain invoked a self serving god that closes doors for a purpose that doesn’t really serve God’s people at all. 

Sisters and Brothers, I don’t know that god, I don’t worship that god, and I don’t want to. 

I don’t think the father in that waiting room did either. 

~

There is another song by the Rolling Stones that involves an intriguing legend. 

The Stones played a concert in Excelsior, Minnesota in 1964, and according to legend, during the concert, Mick Jagger and the Stones were booed off the stage. 

Disheartened by the poor reception from American fans, Jagger left his hotel that night and headed down to the local corner drugstore in a state of depression. 

It was there that he met Jimmy Hutmaker, a local celebrity who walked the streets of Excelsior wearing peculiar hats, chewing on cigars, and greeting everyone he met. 

Locals considered him to be a the honorary local “roving ambassador” in the town. 

Back in those days, most drugstores used soda fountains that flavored cola with fruit flavored syrups. 

Mr. Jimmy Hutmaker found out that the fountain was out of cherry syrup.

So after he reported the problem to the man at the counter in the drugstore and paid for his plain cola, he turned to face Mick Jagger while announcing simply,

“Oh, well…. you can’t always get what you want.”

Five years later, The Rolling Stones released their two time platinum1969 album Let It Bleed, which included one of their best known songs You Can’t Always Get What You Want. 

The song tells a tale about closed doors,  including the reunion of a long lost love who is marrying another man,  a protester demanding change but only receiving abuse and frustration for his efforts, and then there is of course the ill-man at the drugstore who decided to have a cherry soda; Mr. Jimmy,  who also seems to have resigned himself to his own closed door, his elusive mortality. 

It is an interesting story told through song. 

But each stanza tells another story of closing doors until the last stanza, just prior to the final refrain; 

“I saw her today at the reception, In her glass was a bleeding man”

Sisters and brothers, in a few moments Pastor Stephen will lift up a cup and share the words our Lord shared on that night in which he was betrayed, and from that glass we will all drink of that bleeding man. 

The bleeding man who is our host, who feeds us by the means given by God. 

The bleeding man who is the means by which all closed doors are reopened in ways that go beyond our plans and our visions.

Sisters and brothers, we are welcomed into that door and we are seated at that table, 

despite whether we knock or not, 

because He already kicked in that door for us….

Amen

William Holman Hunt The Light of the World 1851-1865 (Public Domain)

Sources

The Rolling Stones. “Can’t you hear me knocking.” on Sticky Fingers. n.p.: Rolling Stones Records, April 23, 1971.

The Rolling Stones. “You can’t always get what you want.” on Let It Bleed. n.p.: London Records, December 5, 1969.

“James Lee ‘Mr. Jimmy’ Hutmaker (1932 - 2007) - Find A Grave Memorial.” Accessed July 23, 2016. http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=27097598.

A Confession of Possession

Luke 8:26-39

Exorcism of St Benedict by Spinello Aretino, 1387 {PD} 

The story we encounter today in Luke’s Gospel conjures up images of 1973’s popular horror film The Exorcist for most.

It is a reality that many pastors try to avoid but it is a plain and simple fact, we might as well name it rather than avoid it I’d say. 

Perhaps it is the vivid descriptions of the man’s symptoms, which seem fairly graphic in both Mark and Luke’s tellings. 

Or maybe, it is just our typical response to such stories, an attempt to identify something evil, demonic even, that exists beyond the realm of our own being.

An attempt to remain autonomous from anything we would consider unclean, flawed, or evil. 

But if we are to truly hear the Word today, we have to confront the reality of possession in a context that places us squarely in those tombs of the Gerasenes before Jesus. 

For most of us, it seems that our surroundings and even my attire may be the cause of the barrier in our own minds that we cannot cross with this story. 

Perhaps if I stood before you with a football jersey on my back, with televisions lining the walls, awaiting our order of chicken wings before the big game. 

In that context what does possession mean?

When it comes to possession in a football game I am, sadly, all too familiar with the term. 

As a fan of the WV Mountaineers, I have heard Coach Dana Holgorsen cite this as a key to winning games at nearly every halftime interview. 

Seems its why my Mountaineers can't hold onto a lead following halftime anymore these days. 

They can’t maintain “possession” of the ball, and possession is everything. 

This image, which was originally posted to Flickr.com, was uploaded to
Commons using Flickr upload bot on 05:42, 10 December 2010 (UTC) by Ytoyoda

Very different image than the one that is conjured up in Luke’s Gospel but that may be a better approach to the story for us here today. 

Possession is not about ghosts, goblins, ghouls, or demons. 

It is about control and what we allow to control our lives. 

Today’s Gospel is not clear as to what things have taken over control of the Gerasene man’s life. 

But what is clear is that these things are not of God, in fact they alienate us from God. 

And whatever alienates us from God also estranges us from God’s will for us. 

Severing our ties to not only God but one another. 

It is therefore no surprise to find this resident of the Gerasenes living in the tombs, on the edge of his own community. 

Living on the fray of a Gentile community, a community whose standards of morality and cleanliness are not nearly as stringent as that of the Jewish community that Jesus is part of. 

So when Jesus walks into, not only a community that is considered unclean, but a place for the dead, which is also considered unclean, 

seeking out a man that has been cast out of that unclean community, 

That should tell us a little something about how far this man from Nazareth will go. 

And the most heart wrenching part of the story is when Jesus asks for the man’s name; Legion.

Not as much of a name as a declaration of control. 

Standing before you today, I am sure we could all name those things that have taken possession of our lives. 

Substance abuse, 

financial difficulties, 

estranged relationships with family, spouses, children, or friends

anger

infidelity

despair

or even those things that we quite innocently allow to estrange us from God and one another

Work, sports, or any priorities that cause our alienation. 

But the man from the Gerasenes is occupied by many of these things, and more. 

Because the name Legion is not as much a name but a show of force. 

A Roman legion was made up of 6,826 men.


So, by confessing the name Legion he is confessing to being occupied by 6,826 "things" that take precedent over his relationship with his family, perhaps his wife, his children, his community, his friends, and yes; God. 

Can we honestly even imagine nearly 7,000 things that take over our lives?

Things that separate us from God and from one another. 

Think about it, this guy didn’t even have the internet yet!

If we are truly honest with ourselves, I’m not sure we couldn’t all be considered Virginia Beach Demoniacs. 

I can’t deny it myself. 

Unpacking my office, keeping caught up on the latest tv shows, trying to manage the sale and purchase of houses as my family and I transition to Virginia Beach, trying to familiarize myself with all the new restaurants in the area.

All this and I have yet to even go to the beach!

But have I really been as supportive of my wife, as she packs boxes and balances the kids, as I should be?

Have I really taken the time to return calls from family and friends, congratulating me and supporting me during my ordination?

Have I really devoted the time I should to God through personal devotions and prayer?

Sisters and Brothers, I would be lying if I told you that I have not handed over control of my life to those things that I allow to stand between those I love AND my relationship to God. 

I continuously allow those things that are not of God to possess my life daily, to take possession of me. 

Imagine if I prayed or read scripture as often as I checked Facebook, twitter, youtube, or the scores of a game. 

It is hard to deny it; we are ALL possessed. 

But the hope in this story is that Jesus THE Christ comes to us despite the walls of isolation we build around ourselves, no matter how unclean, no matter how filthy and dark those tombs may be. 

But relinquishing that control of our lives, that possession, it is more than just stripping away those things that separate us from God and one another. 

It is finding some THING to replace those other things. 

When the man from the Gerasenes claims the title Legion, it is a warning to Jesus. 

Marco Dente engraving 1515-1527 {PD}

It is a warning that Jesus as one man, cannot replace all those things that separate this man from community and God. 

~

One of the shows I have enjoyed watching over the past few years is HBO’s series; The Leftovers. 

On this program a psychiatrist, Laurie Garvey, once found herself estranged from her family and friends after joining a cult known as “the guilty remnant". 

Finally leaving the cult, she makes it her mission to liberate others from the cult that she was once part of. 

Through group therapy and private sessions, she slowly liberates many of the guilty remnant’s members. 

In one episode, one of the patients who Laurie has emancipated from the guilty remnant takes her own life shortly after returning to her family. 

When Laurie discovers the death of her patient she despairs and takes personal responsibility. 

But her son, Tom, who assists her in her practice consoles her claiming 

“What she did, it wasn’t our fault, we tried”

To which she questions “Why are we losing?”

“Because they’re giving them something” he responds

“I mean, we can strip it away but once it’s gone we have nothing to put back in it’s place”

To which she proclaims “Then let’s give them some thing!”

~

Sisters and brothers, that is the nature of our afflictions, our possessions. 

The man from the Geresanes is possessed by a Legion of afflictions that possess his life. 

Not just one lustful desire, deceitful transgression, or immoral misdeed that has overpowered his own will and control of his life, but a legion of them. 

And if stripped away, what could ever possibly replace the gap in his life waiting to be refilled with other far greater wickedness. 

Certainly not a man!?

But what about THE Christ?

It is Jesus the Christ that fills that void, that redirects the man into a new state of being and new life, liberated and yes, most certainly justified by grace through faith in Jesus the Christ. 

So it is any wonder that this man begs to remain with Jesus. 

Can we blame him?

It is so easy to feel inspired, fulfilled, and forgiven as we sit here before the cross. 

Assured of our absolution as we begin worship

Renewed and strengthened by the meal we will soon receive, when we return to the pews with the pungent aftertaste of the wine on our breath. 

And inspired to serve following the incredible sermon from our new pastor… maybe?

But certainly inspired when we are charged at the dismissal to go in peace and proclaim the good news following the benediction. 

But how far out of the parking lot can we take it?

I don’t know about you, but sometimes, I just want to stay here. 

While worship is something we do in our daily living it is something that is far easier to do in this place surrounded by these like-minded people. 

And certainly it is easier to feel Christ’s presence in this place than in our travels through that tunnel I have grown to know so well already. 

It’s not just you, we ALL feel that way and so did the man from the Gerasenes. 

~

Last weekend, as many of you know, I was ordained in Roanoke. 

It didn’t hit me until 24 hours before the ordination but when it did, my mind was going a mile a minute. 

Over the past four years and even longer, I have taken on pastoral roles. 

But this was different. 

About 4 hours out, I became terrified. 

Not because of the crowd of people from across the synod gathered to worship at St Andrews in Roanoke. 

Not because I have failed in my studies.

And certainly not because of the ominous presence of Bishop Mauney. 

He is certainly anything but ominous. 

It was because for the first time since July 9th, 2001, I felt that I had come into waters that were far too deep for me to wade. 

On that date in 2001, in the middle of the night, I wasn’t sure if I could accomplish the task at hand. 

I wasn’t sure if I was worthy of the title I was seeking. 

At Parris Island Marine Corps Recruit depot, as those yellow footprints lay before me and the Drill Instructor screamed instructions to stand before him on those yellow footprints, I was intimidated by the task at hand. 

Yellow footprints at MCRD Parris Island
(Public domain)

Uncertain of my worthiness. 

Last weekend, I felt very much the same. 

In the side room, where we don our albs and stoles, I was asked the same question time and again by friends, family, and pastors as I swallowed the lump in my throat; 

“Are you ready?”

All I could muster in reply was simply “No, I don’t think any of us are”

Like the man from the Gerasene I knew and and still know, I am unworthy of sharing the good news we receive in Jesus Christ. 

But as Pastor Stephen carried out the prayer kneeler before the altar during the hymn of the day, 

Looking up to me as if to say “You better get your knees on those yellow footprints!”

I knew that regardless of how worthy I was, this was the mission I was being called to.

Following worship, I felt confident and hopeful. 

We went back to the hotel for some sleep before rolled out of bed to see off my Uncle, bright and early, who had surprised me with his attendance at the ordination. 

As we sat in the lobby of the hotel, sipping on coffee before his departure, I saw breaking news flash across the television behind his head. 

And it was in that moment that I realized that this mission we are all called to, would have been far easier if I could have just remained in that beautiful church at St Andrews in Roanoke. 

But we aren’t just called to share that good news in just the beautiful sanctuaries we worship.

~ 

I pray to God that someone was sharing that good news, that promise, that hope, that cross, with those who were taking their final breaths at a nightclub in Orlando on Sunday morning. 

Amen

St Francis Kneeling before Christ on the Cross 

by Stefano di Giovanni 1437-44 {PD-1923}

Sources

Blatty, William Peter. The Exorcist. Directed by William Friedkin. USA: Warner Bros, 1973. Film.

Perotta, Tom, Damon Linelof, and Patrick Somerville. The Leftovers; Season 2 Episode 3 “Off Ramp.” Directed by Carl Franklin. n.p., 2015. HBO.