Chris Yaw

A ruckus of babbling Jews on festival day in Jerusalem 2,000 years ago-
Was it a caucus in the United Nations Building?
Or at least Last Call at the bar in the basement of said building?
After all ‘They’re drunk, they’re drunk!’ was the very first accusation.
How else could the people we know and love, from the lakes and swamps of Michigan spout off the praises of God in the languages of Nigeria, Liberia, France, Ukraine, Germany, Armenia, Jamaica, Greece, Spain and even the British Empire-

It’s a sign!
It’s a wonder!
It’s a miracle!

That was the final conclusion, and conclusive proof that God would never be content in far away places. But God, a novena after ascending into heaven, had to come down to be close to the ones God so loves; to do the work of repairing the world that God so desperately wants done.

Pentecost tells us that God has come to town.
Love has come to town.
Love that wants to get closer to you-
And Love that you and I want to get closer to as well.

Love that doesn’t just fill heaven and earth, or upper rooms at religious festivals, but love that fills you and me as well. For the infilling of the Holy Spirit does more than simply make us warm and fuzzy. The knowledge of God’s presence with us makes Christians confident, dynamic, assertive and charismatic, even Episcopalians, no less, aka the bland leading the bland.

Thanks to the Holy Spirit you and I receive the Spirit’s presence in a number of different ways. We receive just the right words of wisdom to offer to the distressed that we never thought we had. We gain strength to go through adverse times, and patience through the most trying of challenges. The Holy Spirit is that presence of God that dwells with us and gives us things we commonly call intuition, inner fortitude, and especially inspiration.

And, perhaps most importantly, the Holy Spirit constantly reminds us that we do not go through life alone. Rather, we go with God, who has promised to never leave us. How is the Holy Spirit manifest in your life? How might we make more room for the Spirit to move in and through us today and in the week ahead?

My church is in the midst of a three week sermon series called 'Anchor.'
We are looking at ways we Christians respond to difficult financial struggles.
We remind ourselves that that anchoring our lives in Christ frees us from many of the financial worries that are plaguing the world - not because we don't have these worries, but because we believe in Jesus who asks us to hand them over to him. We do this by taking a hard look at what our money means to us, and breaking it down, as Mark Allan Powell does in his excellent book 'Giving to God,' into three areas. We remind ourselves that we use our possessions as; an act of worship, an expression of our faith, and as a spiritual discipline.

Last week we recounted primitive Old Testament worship, vestiges of which we still hold to today, that depicted the acts of the faithful who brought to the Lord from the 'first fruits' of their labors. The devoted then, as now, had a solid grasp on God's love and faithfulness toward them that had allowed them to prosper, to a degree, and accumulate crops, livestock, and other things. Thus, as an act of pure worship, these thankful souls literally brought crops and animals and other products unto the altar on a regular basis for no other reason than to simply say 'thanks.' They realized, as we do today, that 'all things come of thee O Lord, and of thine own have we given thee.'

This week we look at how we free ourselves from financial worry when we use our possessions as expressions of our faith. One of the earliest words we learn as children is 'mine.' We use it with our toys our clothes, everything. And like most every other aspect of childhood, growing up means we leave this kind of thinking behind. It takes us many years to figure out that nothing, in fact, is 'mine.' We are all stewards of what has been given to us. Like someone once remarked to me in the restroom of a bar as he described the essential nature of beer: we just rent it.
Understanding ourselves, then, not as owners, but as renters, gives way to new understandings of how we approach possessions and charity, freeing us up to let the Landlord do the bulk of the worrying.

Next week we will look at our possessions as tools to bring us into deeper relationship with Christ. I believe money can bring us happiness -when we give it away -by helping us anchor our lives even more securely in the heart of Jesus. Charitable giving is one of Christianity's longest-standing Spiritual Disciplines. Behavioral psychologists have shown that people who successfully delay gratification as children grow up to be more successful in life than those who are less disciplined. We know that our discipline in eating or in physical exercise can yield terrific results, helping us become the kind of people we want to be. How much more, then, do exercises in almsgiving and charity make us more of the devoted followers of Christ we long to be?

'Cast all your cares upon me,' says our Lord, 'and I will take them.'
How we yearn to do and believe this! May our interest in using this
economic crisis as an opportunity to grow closer to Jesus yield great
dividends.

Recommended Reading:
Giving to God - Mark Allan Powell
A Simpler Way - Margaret Wheatly
Transforming Scripture - Frank Wade

“Washington’s Birthday is for the ‘Father of our Country’; Memorial Day honors our ‘Heroic Fathers;’ Fourth of July is for our ‘Patriot Fathers;’ Labor Day is for Laboring Fathers; Thanksgiving Day remembers our ‘Pilgrim Fathers’; and even New Year’s Day looks to Old Father Time.” Where, on our patriarchal calendar, wondered devout Protestant Anna Jarvis, is there room for dear old Mom?

Her tireless labors are well-documented, and birthed for us, less than 100 years ago the holiday we celebrate this Sunday – Mother’s Day.

Founded in a church, nurtured in the marketplace, and now, continuing to morph in our post-modern and post-Christian society; Mother’s Day is open to all sorts of interpretations.

Its most enduring, however, is the thanks each one of us has for the lives we have been given and our mutual conviction that we did not get here all by ourselves. Sure, some of our mothers did better jobs than others. Most probably they did the best they could, whether they gave us blissful childhoods or fell well short of what we might think is minimally acceptable motherhood. And this momentary tip of the hat we now give is emblematic of a larger issue.

For just as there is a unique, life-giving bond between every mother and child, there is a unique, life-giving bond between every human and God.
Our mother’s role serves to remind us not only of our sheer and utter dependence on that one-time, and for many of us, continuing bond, but of all the responsibilities that arise from that relationship-
-and, in the context of our faith, to re-examine the bonds that exist between each one of us and our creator.

So just as we honor our mothers, we ask ourselves how we are called to honor our God. What maternal responsibilities do we have?
What divine responsibilities do we have?
Let’s remember Mom with all the honor that’s due.
Let’s remember God with all the honor that’s due.

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For a great history of Mother’s Day:
Consumer Rites- Leigh Eric Schmidt

If concern about Swine Flu has you stocking up on hand sanitizers and questioning why any 21st century congregation would commend a common cup at Communion, you’re not alone. Recently Catholics and Methodists in southern Texas called for a halt to use of a shared chalice until more is known about the deadly virus.

However using a shared cup for Communion wine, as most Episcopal congregations do, is not as hazardous as one might expect. Episcopalians use a rather strong wine, often port, which has a much higher alcohol content than table wine. In 2000 a Canadian cardiologist named David Gould studied the issue and concluded that this high alcohol content means, “For the average communicant it would seem that the risk from drinking from the common cup is probably less than the risk of air-borne infection from using a common building.”

That said, the unknowns associated with this outbreak certainly merit reasonable cautions, and whatever your congregation’s response, it is important to keep in mind the Eucharistic theology shared by most Episcopalians. We believe in the real presence of Christ in the bread and in the wine. This means embracing the new math of God’s Grace; if you consume just the consecrated bread (often the practice of alcoholics) or just the consecrated wine (as do many with gluten allergies) you are still getting all of Jesus.

Can this be an opportunity to ponder anew what the Eucharist really means to us?

It’s one of the distinctive traits of many animals, specifically sheep, whose top-heavy coats and lack of any real defensive qualities (strong jaws, sharp claws, speed…) seem to make everyday life one big worry, observable by even the most casual observer. And truth be told, sheep aren’t the only animals whose trepidation and anxiety over food, shelter and safety tend to dominate their countenance. “We, like sheep…” goes the Handel oratorio, reminding us, as Isaiah, its inspiration more fully describes, that the jitters are an integral part of the human condition.

When we break down the things that trouble us most we may find, as the main character in Andy Andrews ‘The Noticer” puts it; “Forty percent of the things you worry about will never occur… Thirty percent of the things you worry about are things that have already happened… Twelve percent of all worries have to do with needless imaginings about health… Ten percent would be petty little nothing worries about what other people think… So if the math is right that leaves eight percent… eight percent for legitimate concerns… these legitimate concerns that can actually be dealt with. Most people spend so much time fearing the things that are never going to happen or can’t be controlled that they have no energy to deal with the few things they can actually handle.”

The constant presence of the jitters may be one reason why the first and most popular characterization of Jesus was that of a shepherd, as the earliest catacomb art suggests (see above, 250CE, Rome). And while Jesus’ image has gone through a gauntlet of interpretations through two millennia (The Rabbi- 1st Century, King of Kings-4th Century, The Liberator-20th Century, etc. [see Jaroslav Pelikan ‘Jesus Through the Centuries]), the pervasive representation of Christ as one who tends, cares, and knows us as a shepherd knows his flock, continues to comfort, bring relief and inspire the sheep.

This image of the shepherd (John 10:11-18, this Sunday's Gospel reading) suggests that Jesus is fully invested in us. He does not care for us casually or lightly, but deeply and intimately. His love for us is not something based on personal gain - which is why it is so hard for us to understand. God loves us because God IS love. God does not expect to get anything out of us - rather he seems to exist to do nothing other than to love us.

The question for us is, and always will be, how do we respond?
In fact, the most important question that hits us as each morning as we get up out of bed is this: how will I respond to God’s love today?

How will you?

Tired of the crowded church parking lot?
Build your own.
Read how this couple did it.
(Thanks to Maggi for the link)

First they hear it from their friends.
Next they hear it from The Source.
Finally they hear it from their most sacred text.
And they still don’t believe it.

“Jesus has risen!” say their best buds (from next Sunday’s Gospel Luke 34:26-48).
“Look at my hands, my feet, see that it is myself,” says the Christ.
Examine the Scriptures, is the final instruction.
And finally they do get it.
But only after Jesus spent a whole lot of time and effort trying to convince his closest friends that he was who he said he was.

Then, as is now, Jesus continues to spend a whole lot of time and effort trying to convince his closest friends that he is who he says he is.

We just don’t seem to be able to wrap our heads around the truths that Jesus continues to communicate to us regarding who we are and who he is.
Sure, we buy into the elemental convictions that define Christians, but what about the more difficult truths?

Do we have any idea how much God loves us?
Psalm 18 says, the Lord “…delights in me.”
Do we have any idea how forgiven we are?
Luke 24 says declaring repentance and forgiveness was the disciples’ first job.
Do we have any idea how everything that has, is, and will ever happen to us is not only known but served amidst the clamoring of the house band’s ever-new rendition of ‘All Right Now’? Here's a cool rendition from the archives...

This last one seems to be the most challenging.
We are constantly worried.
Anxiety levels have never been higher.
Since stress is the number one cause of cancer, this is literally killing us.

So, while keeping in mind that faith is not just a noun, but a verb, here are a few tips that may help us believe more fully in the promises of the resurrected Christ:

Cultivating a Spirit of Hope in Tough Economic Times

1. Clear out the media clutter. Turn off the TV. Don’t read every newspaper. Cut off the radio. We are inundated with far more influences than we need pay attention to. Get in the habit of filtering and editing the media clutter. Why not give silence a try on the ride home?
2. Connect with God. Are we reading inspirational books? Are we cultivating our prayer time? When was the last time we went on a retreat? We were created to connect with God. We are sure God is talking, but how well are we listening?
3. Tend to our bodies. Exercise regularly, get plenty of sleep and eat right. It’s hard to be hopeful when we’re tired, ill or just plain out of shape. These are some of the most important things we can do to keep our spirits up. We always feel proud of ourselves when we’ve taken care of our bodies, and are often rewarded with more energy and sharper focus.
4. Go to church. The Good Book reminds us that good company inspires good morals. If we want to do the next right thing, let’s hang around people who share the same goals. Going to church connects us with a caring community of people who love us for who we are not what we do. We need to be constantly reminded that there is purpose to our lives and that nothing happens by accident.

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www.brianmcclaren.com
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Eastertide, and especially this Sunday’s gospel about Jesus’ encounter with the infamous ‘doubting’ Thomas (wouldn’t a better adjective be ‘believing’ Thomas?), brings up very personal questions regarding our understandings of faith.

John Westerhoff III describes our faith journeys in a way I’ve found helpful. Using four stages, through which we constantly move in and out as we grow older, see if you can see where you’ve been, where you are, and where you’d like to go:

1. Experienced faith – this is the faith of a child imitating prayers, like the ‘Our Father.’ There is very little or no understanding of what’s going on.
2. Affilliative faith – this is the faith of an older child or teen who, plays along with the crowd because, ‘that’s just what we do,’ like youth group affiliation, even church membership. It is still centered on imitation although there may be a little understanding of what’s happening.
3. Searching faith – this usually hits in late adolescence or early adulthood when the question is sincerely asked, ‘What do I believe?’
4. Owned faith – early or late adulthood, if at all. This is where Thomas ended up when he declared, ‘my Lord and my God.’ It is an adult articulation of one’s beliefs about human existence in relation to God and Creation.

If you see a little bit of yourself in each stage, relax, that’s normal. We all divide our faith between the four. However we are wise to recognize the progressive nature of these stages. We are to move toward an ‘owned faith’ where our journeys become more and more centered on plumbing the depths of what calling Jesus ‘Lord’ is really all about.

Eastertide asks us to ponder the breadth of Thomas’ confession and its ramifications. How much of our faith do we ‘own?’ Are we content simply affiliating, going along for the ride and avoiding the difficult questions of commitment, personal sacrifice and ownership? How does calling Jesus ‘Lord’ affect various aspects of our lives, for example; our personal finances, neighborhood and community involvement, job (vocation) and family relationships?

Resources
‘Will Our Children Have Faith? – John Westerhoff III
‘Stages of Faith’ – James Fowler

Candles don’t work real well during the day.
Matches used to light candles don’t get used too much during the day.
Lighting a candle in broad daylight is rather a waste.
It always helps to turn off a light… or two… or three… or more
Light can only do its job if it’s got a little bit of darkness to play around with-
-if it can swim steadily in a pond of no other illumination.

Holy Week, Palm Sunday (this Sunday)…
… are times of darkness.
Intentional darkness…
…when you and I deliberately face the darkness so that we can see the light.

We never have to go far to find the darkness.
It comes from every direction-
-and we avoid its stare as a matter of course.
Which is why the Church has Holy Week.
We face the darkness so that we might see the light.
We deal best with the darkness, not by avoiding it, or pretending it’s not there but by facing it squarely.

It is the darkness of our own hypocrisy.
‘Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna to the Son of David’ we cry, moments before this:
‘What do you wish me to do with the man you call the King of the Jews?" Pilate asked.
"Crucify him!" we shout back.

I am constantly amazed at my own ability to change allegiances at the drop of a hat.
I am astounded at my own sinful proclivity to say one thing and do exactly the opposite.
I am amazed at my own ability to promote and inhabit the darkness.

Yet Holy Week is not ultimately about darkness-
-it is about the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel.
Holy Week ends in unimaginable light.
Holy Week ends in a hope and happiness that is better than we could ever dream.

Holy Week is about finding the light-
Rediscovering it anew, turning to it and turning everything over to it.
What can I do to get there?
Why not walk through Holy Week at your local church?
There are few better avenues to draw nigh unto God.

A race.
30 years ago.
Everyone’s forgotten.
I never will.

Lacing up soft leather cross-country cleats, I eyed the damp fall course, oak leaves angling to conceal the three mile ribbon of chalk dust that would decide who goes to the State meet and who stays home.

A gifted runner, why break a sweat, I thought, as I fantasized how the bright red stripe on my letter sweater would look, in the same way a bride imagines that moment when the music goes to Mendelssohn and a church full of elegant necks strain and crane to catch a glimpse of her.

Off went the gun.
A puff of smoke, the pound of the herd, the rainbow streak of 1980’s mesh jerseys from every high school in the county, vying for the top 15 spots, All-Region status, and another wood and gold trophy destined to find homes fronting bedroom bookcases, like household idols.
Rarely is such value ascribed to such cheap plastic.

I took the lead.
Then slipped back.
Why bother, I thought, when Top-15 was my only goal that day.
My laxity increased.
It would become my second biggest problem.
My biggest would be arithmetic.
I had counted 14th when I crossed the finish line.
The judges had counted differently.
This I learned as I eyed the numbered, wooden place card now clutched and about to snap in my anxious and sweaty hand.
It read 16th.

Few things are this infuriating.
A goal, well in view, yet slips away.
Had I given more, had I focused more, had I allowed myself to give any less than my all, I would not be here.
A lesson from a race.
A lesson for life:
Can I ever really be content when I give anything less than my all?

“Come to the light, so that it may be clearly seen that their deeds have been done in God,” reads John 3:21.
It is an invitation not to come part way or halfway, but to come, with all that we are, all the energy we can muster, avoiding the darkness, coming to the light.

Nicodemus is you and me.
He recognizes Jesus with clarity and caution.
He comes at night, away from the crowds and conclusions that a midday visit would surely draw.
Nicodemus, you and me… followers of Jesus whose reputations are in jeopardy every time we draw closer to the light.

Why follow more closely, we wonder.
Can’t I stay a safe distance, can’t I put some of my energies elsewhere?
Must I really die?
I have goals: to find purpose, to find meaning, and to give back.
I have found that goal in Jesus.
I know who I am, I know who I can be, and I know how to love, in Jesus.
I know I am my best self, in Christ.
But can’t I get there by giving a bit less than my all?
Can I hold back anything?
Must I surrender everything?

Can I really be my happiest by giving less than 100%?

That’s an easy one.
Just ask any runner who’s every finished 16th.

Recommended Books:
The Last Week –Marcus Borg & Dominic Crossan
Reading the Bible Again for the First Time – Marcus Borg
The Promise of Paradox – Parker Palmer

Ever prayed with a person or a group of people whose most commonly used petitionary word is 'wejus' - as in 'Lord wejus want to come before you... wejus want to thank you... wejus... wejus... wejus...?'

When I was a younger Christian I prayed like this, but over the years it has become somewhat annoying. I mean, I don't talk to anyone else like this, much less someone I am interested in impressing. What if I were called to lead a group of pastors to the Oval Office to petition for, say, better health care for the poor, a decrease in military spending or a more equitable tax scheme, would the president take me very seriously if my petitions were as heavily peppered with, 'wejus....'?

The fundamental problem I have with 'wejus' praying is its flawed soteriology - what it says about the saving work of Christ. A major theme of 1979 Book of Common Prayer worship, expressed plainly in Eucharistic Rite II, Prayer B tells us we are, 'worthy to stand before you' - suggesting our relationship with God is as one who joyfully receives a gracious gift given in spite of our shortcomings. No, we do not deserve to belong to Christ, we have sinned grievously and repetitively. However, we are saved, forgiven, and able to, 'approach the throne boldly' (Hebrews 4:16) if we believe what we say we believe. Thus, we really ought to act like this, especially in public petition. 'Wejus' praying seems to suggest a profoundly unbiblical understanding of this salvation. While I admire, and perhaps need to model, the humility attempted in this style of petition, I wonder if it is misplaced and needs to be thought through by the petitioner.

What's more, 'wejus' praying sounds disingenuous, as if our petitions are to be answered because we have taken on some sort of faux-humble vocabulary, when we know that our petitions are not met because of what we've done, or even who we are, but because of who God is.

So if you are a 'wejus' person, I am not trying to make you angry - and I apologize if I have offended you - however I am asking you to think through how you approach the Almighty in public prayer. When God gave us this amazing gift of Jesus it was not to turn us into endless penitents, but victorious saints whose words of public petition ought to create an atmosphere of gracious invitation and boundless possibility, which seems to be much more in keeping with the personality of the God of the Bible. It makes me think that more people who pray in public might want to think this through.

What makes us think that following Jesus simply requires a minor adjustment to our ordinary lives?

In a world that equates claiming Jesus alongside our preference for choosing one style of sneaker over another, one brand of peanut butter compared to a second, and the blue packet, not the pink one, thank you, as sweeteners in our coffee, this passage stands out like a muumuu in a nudist colony.

GK Chesterton famously said Christianity has not been tried and found wanting, but rather, found difficult and not tried. These harsh words of discipleship become the first ones Jesus says to his friends following the revelation that he is the Christ and that he is headed to Jerusalem. These are the first things Jesus tells you and me when we decide, at our baptism, confirmation, re-affirmation or whenever we decided to get serious about Jesus, that the road ahead is not distinguished by luxury and leisure (which is why bishops used to slap confirmands on the cheek following their commitments).

This, of course is not the Jesus talk that makes friends and influences people. It is revolutionary talk that gets him killed. It is talk that misguided church folk sanitize, disinfect and sweep out of our churches as best we can, for were we to take them seriously we would not only risk being treated as pariahs by friends and relatives, but we would pass up those temporary and fleeting possessions, experiences and self images that we have somehow convinced ourselves are so important to living the Good Life.

There is simply no way to get around the harshness of these words.

And there is no way getting around the truth of these words.

For Jesus didn’t give them to us to afflict us or to torture us but to tell us that this is what the world is really like.

When we tell our children not to lie it’s not so much because we want them to live up to some ethical standard, or to keep them from embarrassing us in front of the neighbors, but we teach them not to lie because they can’t. To live a life based on lies is not life at all. Sooner or later you’re caught, and any short-term gain you’ve made is quickly erased and there is more pain and hardship to bear than if the road of truth had been taken.

M. Scott Peck famously started off one of his books with the words, ‘Life is difficult.’ And he did so in the same way Jesus does here – he simply wants to tell us the truth. It’s not that there is no luxury or ease, it’s just nobody’s life is like that all the time. Why is suicide the 11th ranked killer in the affluent United States and nearly undetectable in impoverished Haiti? Life is difficult by definition. That’s the way the world is made, and if we really want to live the best life there is, it is through the Jesus way. Many of us will attest to the fact that any other route takes us through even bumpier roads and even deeper heartaches.

So as difficult as these words appear, they are like filthy oysters that hide the pearl of great price. For inside we find the life we’re looking for, and life more abundantly.

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