Texts:
Jesus said to his disciples, “Life is full of pitfalls and it’s very easy to trip up. But we can do without people who deliberately put obstacles in the way. Anyone who makes it hard for those taking their first steps toward God should go for a swim with a brick tied around their neck to experience what they’re doing to others. Make sure your behavior is helpful at all times. If one of my followers does something wrong, have a word with them. If they’re sorry you must not hold it against them. If they have persistent habits which they deeply regret, you must forgive them over and over again.”
The apostles said to the Lord, “Increase our faith!” The Lord said, “A bit of trust, is all you need, the sort of trust a gardener has. If you have a small seed, you can make it grow into a large plant. Or you can transplant a tree from a garden to a new spot bny the sea and it will grow.”
“Who among you would say to your slave who has just come in from plowing or herding, ‘Come here at once and take your place at the table’? Would you not rather say to him, ‘Prepare supper for me, put on your apron and serve me while I eat and drink; later you may eat and drink’? Do you thank the slave for doing what was commanded? So you also, when you have done a good job of your work, say, ‘We are mere slaves; we have done only what was expected of us’” — Luke 17: 5-10
Faith is decision for God, meeting, encounter, risk, venture. It is this or it is not at all. As Ebeling puts it, the question is rather whether we grasp the one thing necessary. The Christian proclamation, when it really knows what it is about, is not like a shop offering all kinds of goods for sale, according to need and taste. But it proclaims the one thing that is absolutely necessary. The one who is absolutely necessary is God. And that is why—not despite this or in addition to it—faith alone is what is absolutely necessary. On this view, then, faith is like a pearl of great price. And if one sold all one had and bought it, one would have all one needs—so long as one did not think one could either save it or keep it for oneself. – Philip Devenish, review of Nature of Faith by G. Ebeling
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There’s a one-liner, which upon reflection on this morning’s passage from Luke, compels me to share:
“Jack is a person who lives for his friends. You can tell his friends because they all have hunted looks on their faces.”
You’ve met people like this before — for certain. Someone who is always doing favors for others and “helping” them out — but always with a price tag attached.
We chuckle at that one liner because we know that receiving help is tricky. Offering that help is even trickier. Our egos wriggle their ways into the helping relationship and make us as helpers feel angry when our help is not returned with thanks and praise.
To receive help is also difficult. How many times has someone tried to offer you a helping hand or wanted to offer you a gift of money in a pinch, to which you have replied: “Oh, I can manage”– or “I will pay you back.”
There’s something about the human situation that has to have a quid pro quo.
Here’s a current issue: US Immigration.
The newly passed DREAM Act, as you know makes it possible for children of immigrants to become citizens. In a fairly friendly news article in the Washington Post about the DREAM Act, the author noted that in the end, “We educated them, and its the least they can do to give back, right?” Of course this is not a far position from the de facto immigration policy that basically says we’ll make it very hard for you to come to the US if you’re not rich — and then, whether you come with or without documentation, we’ll expect you to gratefully take the jobs that we will not work.
Here’s another contemporary issue, a little closer to home:
It’s been a long time now since I’ve been a church shopper, but I still remember the feeling and try to remember it anytime someone walks through our doors “Church Shopping.” One comes to worship and to seek community — not to be used. Again, because the ego issue gets so easily intwined it easy to feel not just discouraged when our welcome is met with refusal, but to feel put out. You know, we’ve done all of this for you, how dare you move on. . . .
II. Slavery tale as solution to quid pro quo trap
I’m not much of a psychologist. Jesus was not one either. But both psychologist and Jesus are similar in at least this respect — they aim to free the human spirit from the bondage of the human situation — or, as our scripture reading put it today — the pitfalls of life.
Certainly one of the great pitfalls of life is the trap of the quid pro quo. The reason it is a trap is because when we’re caught in it we miss what really matters in the when two people are engaged in a relationship of offering help and receiving it. We look beyond the other in our expectation of this for that.
The last paragraph of our reading today is explicitly about this problem. Unfortunately this paragraph, is tough sledding. We don’t hold up slave/master relationships as at all worthy of a metaphor, let alone of emulating.
Nevertheless, I think we re-experience that sense of liberation when we serve without expecting of thanks or gratitude, when we read this otherwise distasteful passage. As with all biblical interpretive work, it is not so much the exact text that matters, but the decision for life the question poses. When we serve, whether we serve the poor and marginalized, or the well off, how do we do it?
If we do it out of some expectation of gratitude or repayment, we’ll always be looking over our shoulders; always occupied with calculating whether others are behaving as we think appropriate. With all of that looking over our shoulders and all of that mental, emotional, and spiritual effort occupied in the calculus of deserving, we’re all too likely not to look in the eyes of the real human being standing right before us. We’re all too likely to miss the opportunity to see God in that moment.
Please do not get me wrong. Neither Jesus nor I advocate slavery. In his culture it was commonplace and as he was not of the upperclass, he understood their position, horrible for what it was but nevertheless amazing for their continued ability to decide, in each moment to be free — free of the longing for praise or gratitude and free of the trap of criticism.
III.
We often use the word faith as if we mean by it the exercise of talking ourselves into intellectual assent to something, such that the apostles’ exclamation “increase our faith” is our way of persuading ourselves that we have adopted an idea we think is ridiculous. That’s not faith; it’s self-deception, and usually a pretty unsuccessful kind of self-deception that results in our feeling a little guilty and hypocritical, as we know that we don’t actually believe what we say.
Let me be clear — I am not suggesting that faith and intellectual assent should be disconnected. Faith is, as Phil Devenish so nicely puts it, is an event, not a possession, a verb not a noun. As a verb faith implies activity. That activity is the decision, in the moment, about how to live. If we separate intellectual assent from the activity of faith then faith could mean deciding in each moment on a mere whimsy. It could mean the basis of one’s decision could be the false idea that it is better to step on other’s heads in the reach for success. Faith is the decision in each moment to live free from the pitfalls of life and so to see in each moment the sparkling grace of God; to live contentedly and so to live free.
Beating yourself up because you can’t move a mulberry bush into the sea is not faith. It is in fact destructive to it. Such worries are the result of the kind of Christian faith that has taken root in the West which says that there are certain things that have to be believed in order to be saved.
The English verb ‘faith’ as we have it in the New Testament can also be translated as “to trust.” The translators of our text this morning capitalize on this old meaning and make it clear. The activity that is required if we are to avoid the pitfalls of life is trusting in each new moment to bring fresh possibilities. Each moment can be like the decision to move from the dry ground of the garden to the fresh, fertile ground by the sea.
III.
What all of this means is that God is that reality upon which these kinds of good, life-affirming, hopeful, courageous decisions about life are made. The fact of the matter, of course, is that because we’re talking about God, the list of adjectives I just offered could be extended. God is the one necessary reality, the reality than which to go farther is pointless because that just is God.
I received a letter last week. An anonymous letter from a teenager who is faced with a difficult situation and seeks our prayers. This person begins, “To whom this may concern. It is Monday, June 25, 2012. I am sixteen years old and I thought I might tell you a little about myself. My name is not important, but my story is.”
My name is not important — but my story is. Well, of course this person’s name is important — but he or she is correct — it is the experience of seeking help, of hoping to find victory in the difficult now that compelled this person to write.
“Last year, my cousin had been in a terrible accident. He had made many wrong choices and ended up in a hospital in Hartford, Connecticut. My cousin is 22 years old, and I look at him like the big brother I never had. Though he lost his memory and all the skills of being independent, my family still loves him.”
This person wrote this letter and included with it a prayer he or she had written, trusting that love would indeed provide the strength and courage her whole family relies on. There was no asking for a miracle — no moving mountains — just a trusting opening up. A realization that even in anonymity the moment was filled with God.
This person concludes her prayer as I would conclude — thank you for giving me the strength to carry on through life with such grace. I love you. Amen.
Let us let go of that desructive desire for “increased faith” and share in this moment, and the next, and the next, this grace. It is the one absolutely necessary thing — indeed, the pearl of great price. Amen.
Category: Sermon
Heaven and Hell
Some Sadducees, who say there is no resurrection, came to him and asked him a question, saying, “Teacher, Moses wrote for us that ‘if a man’s brother dies, leaving a wife but no child, the man shall marry the widow and raise up children for his brother.’ There were seven brothers; the first married and, when he died, left no children; and the second married her and died, leaving no children; and the third likewise; none of the seven left children. Last of all the woman herself died. In the resurrection whose wife will she be? For the seven had married her.”
Jesus said to them, “Is not this the reason you are wrong, that you know neither the scriptures nor the power of God? For when they rise from the dead, they neither marry nor are given in marriage, but are like angels in heaven. And as for the dead being raised, have you not read in the book of Moses, in the story about the bush, how God said to him, ‘I am the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob’? He is God not of the dead, but of the living; you are quite wrong.”
Our second reading today is from a classic, written by Howard Thurman — one of the great civil rights leaders of the last century, a good friend of Martin Luther King Jr.’s father and a profound influence on King the civil rights leader.
Our readings begins announcing a solution to a problem that he earlier identifies: the people of Israel lived under an occupation by a large imperial army. With such a huge difference in power between the Jews and the Romans — getting rid of the occupier through nonviolent resistance was not going to work, and violent resistance would only be crushed. The solution grew on the recognition that anyone who permits another to determine the quality of his or her inner life gives into the hands of the oppressor the keys to life. This paragraph lays bare the way this solution later became a religion — or really two religions.
The solution which Jesus found for himself and for Israel, as they faced the hostility of the Greco-Roman world, becomes the word and the work of redemption for all the cast-down people in every generation and in every age. I mean this quite literally. I do not ignore the theological and metaphysical interpretation of the Christian doctrine of salvation. But the underprivileged everywhere have long since abandoned any hope that this type of salvation deals with the crucial issues by which their days are turned into despair without consolation. The basic fact is that Christianity as it was born in the mind of this Jewish teacher and thinker appears as a technique of survival for the oppressed. That it became through the intervening years, a religion of the powerful and dominant, used sometimes as an instrument of oppression, must not tempt us into believing that it was thus in the mind and life of Jesus. . . Wherever his spirit appears, the oppressed gather fresh courage; for he announced the good news that fear, hypocrisy, and hatred, the three hounds of hell that track the trail of the disinherited, need have no dominion over them. – Howard Thurman, Jesus and the Disinherited
I want to thank Steve and John for providing the music this morning. It was Steve’s interest in playing some old folk tunes about heaven and two recent funerals that spurred me to offer some reflections on the subject. And I thank him for that. Just like we should avoid relegating conversations about money to stewardship Sunday, so I think we should not relegate conversations about heaven to funerals. In both cases, we end up with a distorted view. Money becomes a source of anxiety and contention if it we fail to see it as in important a part of our spiritual lives and heaven becomes a fairy-tale with no hook in our everyday lives if we only speak of it at funerals.
In other words, I want to ask how the idea of heaven might be important to our every day lives. If it’s to be more than a fairytale, what is it?
II.
Heaven is clearly a Christian idea. Heaven is not an exclusively Christian idea –it’s found in other religions ancient and modern — but definitely a part of mainstream American Christian belief. A recent poll suggests that 60 percent of Americans believe in heaven as blessed afterlife.
Let’s back up though, first and try to take our bearings from Jesus. A quick word search in any of the various online search engines will reveal something quite curious. The vast majority of the 141 hits for the word heaven cannot be construed as having anything to do with an afterlife at all. A few speak of rewards in heaven, with no clear sense given of what or where or when, and a few, like our reading this morning, use the word heaven to point out that it is not what we think. Like our reading this morning, many of the references to heaven speak of it as a possible present reality.
There are no “father’s celestial shores” up in the sky in the Gospels. They are present in our folk music, to be sure and in our popular cultural language, but not in the first stories about Jesus.
So, why, if it’s not part of Jesus’ program, has it become part of the larger Christian program?
Here’s one idea. It’s due to a failure of imagination from our pulpits. Let me explain what I mean:
Back in the 1940’s a German theologian, named Rudolf Bultmann wrote a short little essay called New Testament and Mythology, in which he called on the Christian world to be imaginative. This short 20 page essay caused more than 20 years of furor. And yet his proposal, seems quite modest and obvious.
It was this:
After studying libraries worth of the histories of ancient cultures and reading their stories of creation and the origin of religion, Bultmann had to face the fact that ancient cultures — and I’m talking from the early middle ages back — were all similar in that, despite being scientific they shared a love for explaining how we got here, and our place in the vast (or not so vast) cosmos. He begins the essay by describing this ancient world view. It is straightforward and quite helpful.
“The cosmology of the New Testament is essentially mythical in character. The world is viewed as a three-storied structure, with the earth in its centre, the heaven above, and the underworld beneath. Heaven is the abode of God and of celestial beings — the angels. The underworld is hell, a place of torment. Even the earth is more than the scene of natural everyday events, of the trivial round and common task. It is the scene of the supernatural activity of God and his angels on the one hand, and of Satan and his daemons on the other. These supernatural forces intervene in the course of nature and in all that men think and will and do. Miracles are by no means rare. Man is not in control of his own life. . . “.etc, etc.
Bultmann concludes by stating his thesis, that since all of this is the language of mythology, themes of which can be easily traced back to other cultures, we who want to take the Gospel of Jesus seriously must undertake to “demythologize.” that is to understand the point of the use of the myth.
Afraid perhaps of change, this basic proposal was met with stiff resistance and no small amount of fear. As if to study it and learn from it and embark on the imaginative path it prescribes would be to forswear one’s faith, or to throw the baby out with the bathwater.
As a result we have today, what the popular biblical scholar, Marcus Borg calls, a heaven-and-hell Christianity, a framework, which anyone who grew up in the west understands. The answer to the question, “What is Christianity about?” could be given in a single sentence, and even though you might not espouse it, you know it: “We have been bad and deserve to be punished, even to the extent of eternal torment in hell. But God sent Jesus to die for us, so that if we believe in him, we can be saved and go to heaven.”
There are of course variations on that framework — but they’re essentially the same: “This world is a trail of tears and heaven is a reward for suffering through it,” is another way of saying, with a different nuance, that we’ve been bad and need to be saved.
I think that we would like to break from this — we sense that there is something more, something that affects us know and gives us courage in the struggle for justice, that Jesus offers a profound freedom of the present that has nothing to do with this heaven-and-hell Christianity. As Thurman so beautifully put it, “Wherever his spirit appears, the oppressed gather fresh courage; for he announced the good news that fear, hypocrisy, and hatred, the three hounds of hell that track the trail of the disinherited, need have no dominion over them.”
III.
I just finished suggesting that I think we’d all like a break from this heaven-hell Christianity — no matter what you think about the afterlife.
In the spirit of encouraging thought and dissent, and in the spirit of openness, I will tell you what I think about it — because it’s easy to do. I am agnostic about it. I simply do not know.
Back in March 2010 I was, as you know, suddenly taken sick and spent several days in the intensive care unit before I was given only a few more hours of life if the final intervention did not do as they hoped it would. Now, perhaps a few hours from death does not count as a Near Death Experience. It was as close, however, as I wish to be until it actually happens. I did not experience a near death experience. I find the information on near-death experiences fascinating and frustrating, at the same time. Some is so clearly carved out of an ancient cosmology that it just has to be made up. Some is clearly different. The fact of the matter is that I still do not know. My only experience with squirrels, growing up, was with a puny black variety. I did not conclude from that that all squirrels are black. My one experience with Near Death does not permit me to conclude that the near death experience with lights and voices and the works is a fiction. I do not know.
If there is a blessed afterlife — it is impossible for me to say. Perhaps some have received information that I have not, but historically such revelation is no more accurate or helpful than the various predictions we’ve been hearing lately about the end of the world.
IV.
So, if the solution Jesus discovered is not about afterlife — what is it about?
I chose to read Howard Thurman today because he is clear — there is no consolation in the theological and metaphysical interpretation of the Christian doctrine of salvation for those who daily hope for release from sham and drudgery, pain and oppression. The history of this path can be traced back to what I said about the heaven hell framework — all of that calls for “belief” in Jesus as, fill in the blank — son of God, Christ, Resurrected one, Redeemer. But for the underprivileged who have found hope in the Way of Jesus, they have experienced something different from doctrines — they have experienced love — love that cannot be squelched by fear or power, love that cannot be taken away with a whipping, love that holds a family together even when the forces of economics tear it apart. The Christian faith is a technique of survival based on an experience of love.
What about for us who do not face daily threats to our bodies or to our families? What about for us who are not the disinherited, but the powerful and the dominant?
Two small suggestions for us to ponder as we take leave from this place of worship.
First, we must be absolutely aware that we who are powerful have a long history of using religion as an instrument of oppression — as Thurman suggests.
Perhaps we can avoid this trap by retreating from the word “religion.” Despite it’s perfect credentials, the word has been co-opted by some who use it to make the world according to their image of it. Instead let us embrace the spirit of the way of Jesus who never seemed to use that word either and did perfectly well. Instead let us talk about justice and about love, about the spirit and about
Secondly, let us demythologize the word “heaven” so that when we hear it we don’t think about who’s in and who’s out of this place of glory, like the Sadducees, but instead hear Jesus saying — this salvation thing is a living thing — it’s about being in relation, and so about being gracious and compassionate, as well as being tough minded in the pursuit of justice and liberty for all.
To the question, what is salvation, John Wesley answers that it is not what is frequently understood by that word: the going to heaven, eternal happiness. It is not the soul’s going to paradise. It is not a blessing which lies on the other side of death; . . . It is not something at a distance. It is a present thing.”
I’ve suggested what I don’t know. Here’s what I think I do know. In the face of the three hounds of hell, Fear, Hate and Deception — real, and present troubles — Jesus offers the rewards of heaven — the real gift of love in the present moment — love that lifts up and gives courage where there was once timidity, a love that returns hate, not with hatred but with life, a love that faces deception with sincerity.
Amen.
June 3, Melody Frank
Melody’s sermon is recorded here.
Paving the Road
Texts: Psalm 91 and Micah 6:6-8
I have another scripture story up my sleeve this morning, and I want to start with it:
One day, a man was walking down the road from Jerusalem to Jericho. He had traveled the road before, but the journey on this particular day was one he would never forget. He had been in a hurry and not made proper preparations. Around midday, he came upon a group of men traveling in the opposite direction, and just as he passed them, they ambushed him from behind. The next few moments were a blur. When he awoke on the roadside, he felt searing pain throughout entire body, and he realized they had taken everything—even his clothes, his food, and his water. Physically and emotionally, he could not bring himself to move.
For most of us Christians, this is a happy story with a happy ending and when we think of loving one’s neighbor we think about the story in an this innocuous way.
If Jesus wanted to teach love of neighbour in distress, it would have sufficed to use the standard folkloric threesome and talk of one person, a second person, and a third person [to make his point]. If he wanted to do this and add in a jibe against the clerical circles of Jerusalem, it would have been quite enough to have mentioned priest, Lévite, and let the third person be a Jewish lay-person. Most importantly, if he wanted to inculcate love of one’s enemies, it would have been radical enough to have a Jewish person stop and assist a wounded Samaritan.
But the story Jesus told was purposefully counter-intuitive. I think Jesus had another point in mind. Crossan, in fact, argues that he did:
[W]hen the story is read as one told by the Jewish Jesus to a Jewish audience, . . . this original historical context demands that the ‘Samaritan be intended and heard as the socio-religious outcast which he was… The whole thrust of the story demands that one say what cannot be said, what is a contradiction in terms: Good + Samaritan… [In this way], a world is being challenged and we are faced with polar reversal… [The hearers’ world is being] turned upside down and radically questioned in its presuppositions. (Crossan, 1977).
I went to the installation of a colleague yesterday at the old meeting house in east Montpelier. Installations are always joyful occasions. Indeed this one was. Lots of fun. Everyone excited about a new venture, new ideas, new energy.
The preacher on this occasion, tried to remind the gathered faithful, that faith in God also entailed engagement with a power that can only be described as dangerous. This is not the God of the letter of the Hebrews, “the same yesterday, today and forever,” but a God distinctly interested in transformation, in change, so that what was once broken, might be made whole, that what lives by violence might discover the life of creative cooperation.
Installations are great occasions to get fired up again about God’s power (albeit dangerous power) to lift us up on eagles’ wings, great occasions to say to one another this gospel we’re called to engage, to talk together about its meaning and then to live calls us in new directions for new ages. A new pastor is clearly a new age.
But it need not be a n
ew pastor — in fact is not a new pastor – that makes us to say with the Psalmist, “I have no fear of the prowlers.” “I will not fear those who shoot arrows at me,” For it is not the pastor, it is the presentness of God — that is not just the presence of God, but the very nature of God that cannot turn from us in our need — that makes it all work.
I fly down to Tampa, Florida, today to work with four Episcopal congregations that want to think boldly and collaboratively about where God is leading them.
No more “business as usual,” said one pastor. Not because they are dying — for, in fact, they are holding their own — but because God needs more from them, and so do the communities they serve.
We will be working together for several months. Not a quick in-and-out workshop, but a sustained and, they hope, transformative look ahead.
I applaud their willingness to look outward and forward. As I wrote in this morning’s On a Journey meditation, “We settled Christians spend way too much time looking inward, tending to our internal affairs, asking each other what we want, performing for each other, sharing good times.”
God wants more from us and has more to give us. The crux is looking outward to discern and going outward to serve.
What will come of this time together? I have no idea. Neither do they. That is the mystery and grace of pioneering. But I think we can be sure the way forward will be different, risky, exciting, rewarding, difficult, and life-changing.
Please pray for this hardy band of pioneers.
And this hardy band of pioneers — out to repave the road. Amen.
May 6 — Two ecological careers
I met Jessica Edgerly a few months ago after receiving a phone call from her inquiring if we could host a presentation on a new business idea which might be kind of up our alley. Her company is trying to get solar panels on the roof of every house in Vermont. (Actually, I’m not sure their goal is 100% saturation, but why not?) Jessica’s job is now essentially PR.
As we talked, however, we realized that our careers are essentially similar. We both went to school intending to become environmental biologists and both soon discovered a calling to exercise our ecological commitments in ways quite different than wither of us first imagined.
I’ll leave Jessica to say what she may about her call; for me, it had to do with God.
Let me clarify that. I did not hear a voice saying, “pastor, not scientist!” (unless you consider my grade in chemistry a voice from God! which . . .)
I did nurse a strong feeling that Joseph Sittler was right, that God is the fountain of all livingness. Contrary to much of what I heard people suggest about Christianity my rather nascent understanding of God could never be threatened by the science I loved to study, nor by the stars I loved to watch nor by the amazingly beautiful code of DNA I was learning to read. The tug I felt to explore this fountain of all livingness was in no way contrary to the tug I felt to be an ecologist.
In fact — it seemed to me then, as it is clear to me now, that both endeavors — the endeavor to talk about God as the source of all that is good and the endeavor to explain the world around us in the pursuit of the common good, both needed to pass philosophical muster. One career was not pursued at the expense of the other.
It seemed to me then, and is clear to me now, that much of what happened in both realms, the scientific and the religious, threatened our potential to have a full relationship with this fountain of all livingness. AND that both realms could — both realms could be ecological in the sense of understanding and being sensitive to the various ways in which we as organisms interact with our environment.
My call was propelled by this hope that both realms could be ecological.
1) I grew up on a farm where I watched farmers destroy the land by monocrop plantings and repeated applications of chemicals that left the soil almost lifeless.
As a farm kid, I still remember what it was like to pull weeds in rows of beans 1 mile long. Anything that could relieve that back-breaking tedium so that the necessary production of food could go on, is welcome. Don’t get me wrong. The scientific research that has led to chemical and mechanical weeders of greater effectiveness is welcome.
But were we oblivious to the ecological imbalance we farmers often caused? To me, it seemed the answer was yes. There had to be better ways of doing this — hence my original desire to be an environmental biologist.
2) I grew up in a UCC congregation much like this one. And most of the time, it seemed obvious to me, that if we were to trust God and offer our loyalty to this God who alone is worthy of our trust, that this meant we could not ignore at the same time willfully ignore the issue of relationship. And yet . . .
My Christian experience was also full of contradictions — I was encouraged to have this relationship with God — but God and Jesus were both imminently non-relatable. Jesus was everywhere and nowhere. Fully man fully divine. God was permanent, absolute, unchanging, remote. It began to strike me that my troubles with the Christian realm were generally not questioned by anyone, and left us, as a result, unsure of our scientific responsibilities.
B. Conclusion
I had a conversation with someone this past week about how a parent might address the desire of his child to learn about the stories in the bible. It seems like a simple question with a easy answer. But one thing we definitely want to avoid when teaching a story like the one found in Genesis 1 is the idea that the story stands alone or that it does not have embedded within its grammar and language and structure clues that put the story into a larger context. I, for one, when I hear this story, still think of a sandbox with the Creator God masterfully building the world below, because I was not disabused of that idea early on.
We read from Robert Alter’s translation of the Creation story this morning because he translates it as poetry. It is impossible to read Alter’s translation literally.
Pablo Neruda wrote in his memoirs about his life as a poet that for him “poetry is a deep inner calling in humans; from it came liturgy, the psalms, and also the content of religions.” As poetry, we might hear it and think about it differently — that is, as relational, calling its to a common cause, to community, to an ecology. As an originative story, it suggests that our thinking about the great questions of existence should be from the perspective of relativity and not pure unchanging being, as we have done since Plato.
Here’s where I want to end. I want to remind us that we each face a call to be ecological, and that this call is not some oppressive call to put on hair shirts, disdaining the luxuries and comforts of the modern world. To be an minister of Christ means that we find our living as part of the great fountain of livingness so that in all that we say and think and do, in all our commercial dealings and in all our leisure, we honor the great commandment to love God and related to it, to love your neighbor as yourself.