Why Wait?

Below is a sermon I preached at the beginning of Advent 2013.  A reminder to each of us the importance of slowing down in the Advent season and considering the gift of Christ and why he was sent for us in the first place. 

Isaiah 2:1-5
Matthew 24: 36-44

 

Why Wait?

I'm beginning think that culturally the word "wait" is the ugliest 4-letter word there is in our language!  We hate waiting, don't we?  I know I do!  Why can't the fast food drive through be faster?  Why can't my latte be brewed more quickly?  Why aren't there more check-out lanes open at Kroger? Waiting rooms are horrible black holes that can suck you in for hours at a time!   Why not deck the halls and sing Christmas carols beginning November 1st?  Why shouldn't we have stores open on Thanksgiving day to get door buster sales?  I'll be the first to admit I got really itchy to put up the Christmas tree this year, I started it last weekend when I knew I would be home and have the time to do it.  But, I think we are missing something if we constantly give in to instant gratification.  We lose that warm feeling of anticipation bubbling just below the surface when we fail to wait.  Sometimes, things lose their luster when we can purchase or participate immediately.  I think about the anticipation of going to a Hanson show or driving down to Montreat for a conference.  Would it be awesome if I could go to Hanson shows all the time, walk right into the venue and get a front row spot, sometimes I think yes! But, the anticipation that builds while counting down the days and waiting in a long line with friends is half of the fun!  Do I sometimes wish that Montreat was an hour drive away and I could venture there anytime I wanted, of course!  But, if it was so commonplace to me, perhaps it would lose some of its shine.  It is all the more special because I have to wait for it.  Driving through the gates always feels like Christmas morning to me. 

God teaches us a lot about patience and the gift of waiting in the Scriptures.  I just don't believe that the mass exodus of the Israelites from Egypt would have been as meaningful if they had reached the promised land in a month.  I am sure that the promise of a land flowing with milk and honey meant a lot more to the people who had been munching on manna and sand for 40 years.  And we learn a lot about the struggles that come when one doesn't wait for God to fulfill God's promises from people like Sarah and Abraham.  The drama with Hagar and Ishmael could have been avoided if they had just waited.  Thus, the most beloved story in Scripture, the birth of the Messiah, is also a lesson in waiting.  The season of advent is structured for us to experience the growing anticipation of the birth of a child.  The narrative builds up to Jesus' birth, the promises of the Old Testament about a Savior are reiterated to remind us of the many generations that had to wait for the One to come.  And it reminds us as well of what exactly his mission was, that is to sacrifice himself so that we might live.  So that we might experience renewal and rebirth thanks to the resurrection.  It reminds us that he has walked among us once and he has promised to do so again...but we have to wait. 

Waiting can also mean engaging in preparation for that which is to come.  Can you imagine if children were given a license as soon as they could see over the stirring wheel and reach the pedals?  Well, I still might not be driving!  No, we can't fathom this because they have to wait, they need time to mature, to prepare.  Can you imagine planting seeds in your garden and having them not only sprout but be ready for harvest the next day?  No, because you have to prepare the soil for plants to flourish and you have to prepare your store houses and your kitchens for the harvest.  It is the same with Advent and Christmas.  In advent we are called to prepare ourselves for the joy that is to come.  Because we know that along with the celebration of the birth of the Messiah also comes a narrative of hardship, opposition, and pain before the resurrection.  Advent is the time to slow down, to step out of the chaos that swirls around us and prepare our hearts, to make a place for the one who was born to save us. 

Rev. Kathryn Huey points out that as we read the narrative from Isaiah today, it isn't hard to imagine how they must have felt throughout years of destruction, war, famine, and exile.  The world hasn't changed so much.  We still face the effects of natural disasters, disease, warfare and endless camps of refugees the planet over.  "More than 500 years before the time of Jesus, they listened to Isaiah's dream, this vision of the future, and then they looked at their once-beautiful city, Jerusalem, burned and battered by powers that must have appeared unstoppable. Still, they held on to their trust in the promises of One more powerful than any empire and any destructive force. This week's passage is Isaiah's recitation of God's promise of a future very different from what was visible just then."[1]  And so they had to wait. 

 Huey elaborates, "We hear this text not only in a time of conflict and war but in a new season at the beginning of a new church year: Advent, the time of waiting, and so much more. Walter Brueggemann writes: 'Advent is an abrupt disruption in our 'ordinary time'…an utterly new year, new time, new life." While the world around us wraps up another year hoping for increased consumer spending and waiting for final reports on this year's profits, the church has already stepped into a new time, to begin a season of hoping and waiting for something of much greater significance than profits or spending: "Advent invites us to awaken from our domesticated expectations,'   Brueggemann writes, 'to consider our life in light of new gifts that God is about to give' (Texts for Preaching Year A). At the beginning of a new church year, we dare to hope for something much better than the news may report. We begin a new time remembering who is really in charge of everything, and setting our hearts on being part of this One's plan. As beautiful as these verses are, they paint a very clear picture: God is the One who brings this dream to reality, but there's work for us to do, too, in re-shaping the instruments of war, violence, and destruction into instruments of peace and provision for all. So, there are words of comfort and promise about what God is going to do, but between the lines, there's a call as well for us to participate in bringing the dream to reality."[2]

We cannot ignore God's acts of salvation throughout history.  While it is valuable to look back and remember the scene of a savior born in a stable, we cannot overlook all of the other ways in which God has been at work, and continues to be at work in our lives.  Advent is a time to prepare ourselves for the work that God is still doing, work that God needs our hands, feet, and voices to achieve.  And perhaps also, it is a time to come to grips with the fact that we cannot know everything that the Lord has in store.  Isn't that what this passage is saying in Matthew, keep watch, for you never know when the time will come or what it will look like when it does? 

“Advent is such a beautiful season: it remembers and re-tells the story of people who, like us, were waiting for the promises of God to be fulfilled, and striving to live faithfully as they waited. We note that an important practice of faithfulness, of course, is repentance, turning away from the paths that have taken us away from God, turning off the things that have drowned out God's voice in our hearts and minds, turning toward new ways of living that offer hope not just to us but to those we encounter, in our personal lives, and in the whole world that God loves."[3]

This is why we wait.  We steep ourselves in anticipation of what is to come to us through God's grace.  We trust in his promises for us because we can see his faithfulness throughout history.  And as we wait, we work, preparing our hearts as best we can because we never know what holy moment may be waiting for us around the bend.  Amen. 

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[1] Rev. Kathryn Huey, www.ucc.org internet accessed 11/26/13

[2] ibid

[3] ibid

Loren Greets Her Dear Neighbor: Read Acrostic

Lord, creator of all things great and small, light of the world, GOd of all that is and will be,
On bended knee I pray to you, have mercy on my soul and the souls of my neighbors.
Remind us of your ever present grace in our lives, your guidance and mercy that directs our will in holy ways,
Enlighten our minds and fill our hearts with love for you and one another.  Although we are weak help us strive to strengthen our bonds to you;
Never allowing us to fall from the sight of your magnificent glory.

God, I beg for your hand to guide my pen, that my words will further glorify you;
Reminding myself and those around me that you are the one triune God.
Eternal Father and Mother of us all, the master whom we shall serve from
Everlasting to everlasting; until your son comes again to lift us up to your kingdom.
To you I commend my spirit and beg you would touch the souls of my brothers and sisters, that we may all be one body in Christ.
Sustain us oh Lord with the manna of good faith, that we may be nourished by your love and grace, remembering the sacrifice made for us.

Help me Lord, for I am but a feeble lamb
Easily I can stray from your flock
Reconcile me to the good shepherd; that I might bring others into the fold.

Do not give up on me, this I beg. I wish only to be brought more closely to you and in that to enrich the lives of my fellow human.  All of which are your people, your children.
Envelop me in the curve of your smile, that I might rest my weary soul in the warmth of your breath.
All I am, I offer to you gracious Redeemer, for I can give only of myself, to you and to others, to fully live the life for which I was made.
Render me utterly useless without your wisdom, without which I can do nothing for good or ill.

New and revived let me come to you heavenly Lord.
Enlightened by the spirit which you have breathed into me, allow me to reveal you to others.
Inviting believers to the table to share in the good news of the new covenant you have given to us.
Grace and peace are your precious gifts to us, let them be illuminated and shared with one another.
Honor to you, God, who has been at work in our lives since before we were born,
Blessed be my work, to that I might be a blessing to others, glorifying you.
Of your grace, Giver of all that is good, let us all be mindful, of you and of one another as we strive to come closer to you, living a Christ-like life.
Rescuer, let us not forget our shortcomings, but may we know to bow humbly before you in all that we do, in preparation for the life that is to come.

Risen Christ, let your model be our guide as we greet one another in fellowship, may your peace be within us all.
Everything we do in action and word, may we submit ourselves to you, knowing that in sin we were committed to death, but in you a new life has come for us, sweet forgiveness.
Almighty God, I beseech you, give us gracious fortitude and humble intelligence, that we may live only to fight the good fight that is to manifest itself in faith and love. 
Deserving of your mercy we are not, blessed are we who serve you and continue to bear your light into the world, spreading the gospel to neighbor and friend.

Theological Claim: We are to love our neighbor as ourselves.  In doing so, we should be compelled to know God and to help our neighbor attain to God out of love for them, through prayers, words, and deeds.

Prayer of the People

Lord empower us
to be your humble disciples
filled with both wisdom and justice,
affection and reason.

Out of our affection
let our senses be our guide
so that we might recognize our fear,
grieve over that which we cannot fully grasp--
the multitude of your magnificent grace.

Let us realize the hope that radiates
from the knowledge of your mercy,
brought to us through a life in Christ,
a life of love in which we confess that
You alone own our lives!
God grant us peace and tranquility,
that which comes with abstinence
from the foils of this world,
giving us the patience to endure evil
until we are joined with you fully
in your heavenly kingdom.

Creator of all that is
let our wisdom be peppered
with the spices of imagination,
that we may be able to recognize
the inevitability of future evils in this world
believing in faith
that a future of good will also abound.

God of glory,
help us be dreamers with prudence
to contemplate all that surrounds us;
fully aware of ourselves, and our neighbor.
Grant us a recognition of our weaknesses
and give us the tools necessary to fight against our vices,
dwelling in the fortitude of your love,
knowing joy in the reward that is our salvation,
through your son, Christ Jesus.

A Man Up A Tree

You might be asking yourself right about now, what’s that man doing up in that tree?  I’m Zacchaeus. Zac --if you’re my friend.  I don’t have many friends.  Maybe you’ve heard of me.  If you have, it’s probably from someone talking about what a bad person I am; how as a tax collector for the Roman Government I’ve turned my back on my Jewish brothers and sisters in order to line my pockets with other people’s money.  But, maybe, if I’m lucky, you’ve heard of me and my encounter with Jesus.  The day that changed my life forever.  Most people around here are still skeptical of my confession and conversion.  Well, I’m still a little skeptical myself.  That’s why I’m sitting up here in this sycamore tree again.  Just trying to see if I can hold on to that holy moment where the Son of God stopped here and saw me, spoke to me.  Invited me into a relationship with him.   I’m willing to make changes in my life. It’s been a few months now and I’m trying.  

I can’t really say what motivated me to leave my work and try to see Jesus that day.  Except that, well, I hate to be left out of anything and everyone in town was lining the street and chattering excitedly about this guy named Jesus.  Apparently he’d been traveling from town to town, stopping and healing people along the way.  I heard that he’d even been having meals with outcasts.  So, I guess, I just wanted to see what he looked like.  I heard he had an entourage traveling along with him.  I figured they must all be big, burly guys, tough fellows who sort of protected him.  Or maybe he paid them to travel with him.  I just figured he was a magician with a few tricks up his sleeve maybe.  I had to admire a man like that.  I mean there were lots of people around claiming to be the Messiah.  I had to admire his spunk for keeping it up for so long…. I, too, have preyed upon the good will of the public to gain power and prestige.  I figured this Jesus wasn’t any different.  Maybe there would even be something in it for me, if I saw some really crazy behavior I could tell the Roman officials about it.  Maybe they’d pay me for information.  

There was no way the people lining the streets were going to let me stand in front of them so that I could get a good look at Jesus.  They all hated me, and not without good reason.  I represented Rome to them. I was the guy who took their money, gouged them for funds.  It wasn’t always that way.  But I needed money to take care of myself and being a tax collector for a time seemed to be a pretty good way to get it.  Over time, I saw other tax collectors skimming a little more money from the top, and then a little more.  I won’t lie to you, the power went to my head.  And the wealth I gained from my behavior….well I was just too blinded by the coins to see how low I had really fallen.  So, anyway, I shimmed up this tree so that I could get a good view of the whole scene.  I wasn’t really that much higher up than other people.  Just enough that Jesus could walk beneath this branch and look up at me.  I really hoped he wouldn’t even see me or acknowledge me.  If he was a trickster like I assumed he was, I didn’t want to make myself look any worse to my neighbors.  But, on the off chance that he really was the Savior, I couldn’t risk the shame I was sure to feel if he noticed me. 

Have you ever tried to make yourself so small you’d disappear?  Have you ever just closed your eyes and willed yourself to become invisible?  That’s what I was doing when Jesus abruptly stopped beneath this branch and calmly looked up at me.  Our eyes locked for a moment and not a word was spoken between us.  As the crowds began nudging each other and whispering harshly against me I thought surely this would be the end of me.  I could tell immediately that this man was no magician.  There was not a devious bone in his body.  His intense calm caught me off guard.  It was all true, I knew it in an instant-- this man was the Messiah.  And he was staring at me! “Zacchaeus,” he said a steady voice, he knew my name!  “Zacchaeus,” he said, “Come on down from there, I’m going to come to your house for supper this day.” 

Had I heard right?  Jesus was inviting himself to my home for dinner?  Folks, he may not have been swindler as I had first presumed but he had every bit of self-assurance I expected him to have.  You see, in our tradition, you do not invite yourself into someone else’s home, but you wait to be invited.  And if you break bread together, it means that you have accepted one another.  You are kindred.  You are friends.  The Messiah wanted to eat with me!  All the people within hearing began to protest. They called out to Jesus, bringing to bear all of my sins, hurling insults at me.  All of which, I now see, I deserved.  I clamored down the tree and once again, to my amazement, my confession simply poured out of me.  It was as if I was overcome with such emotion that I could not contain myself, my absolute soul needed to be laid bare before this man.  “Lord, look, please!”  I threw myself at his feet.  “Here and now I will give half of everything I own to the poor.  If any of these people I have cheated, out of anything, I will give them back four times the amount I stole.”  I meant this, oh yes I did, because I wanted so much…. I needed so much, for this man to help restore me to the person I once was.  I wanted to feel the love and respect of Jesus. 

Do you know what he did?  Jesus placed his hand on my shoulder, even as I was shaking like a leaf, tears streaming down my face.  Right there in front of everyone, all of the people I had wronged these last few years, Jesus showed me grace and mercy.  He reminded the people, and me, most importantly, that I am a son of Abraham too.  No matter how lost I had become.  Jesus lifted me to my feet and said, Salvation has come to this house, because I have come to seek and to save the lost.”

 I was forgiven. My life could begin anew.  Jesus came into my home and we broke bread together before he and his disciples went on their way.  He told me he was headed to Jerusalem.  I have to wonder why he would go there, when it seems such a dangerous place for him to be.  The day of Passover is only a few days away.  I will celebrate this Passover in a way that I have not for many years, trusting in God’s love for me. And I will bring food and goods to other people in this community who are suffering, so that they can celebrate too.  And each time I break bread, I will remember eating with Jesus.  And when I am tempted to go back to the life I once led, I will return to this old tree.  And I will pray that God would give me the strength to follow in his ways, to live by the lessons Jesus shared with me. I will confess my sinfulness and be washed anew in his grace. 

You know what? I bet you could too.  I bet you could also find yourself made new in the grace of Jesus Christ.  No one is perfect.  We are all broken.  We all have sins we’d rather not confess.  But, if we can find a way to purge ourselves of what is dark within us….if we can then strive to live a life filled with compassion and love in response to God’s mercy…well then we are doing the best that we can do. And one of the best gifts about being a follower of Jesus is that you do not have to do any of it alone.  It is not easy-- going back to what is comfortable, or profitable, or relying only on ourselves is often the simpler path we think we can take.  But, I am here to tell you, what is right is not always what is easy. Jesus came to seek out and to save the lost.  That is you.  That is me.  He is extending his hand.  All we must do is accept it.  Amen. 

Faith's Window

Four panels, double glass
cracked corners, fractured light.


Frost kissed, golden tint
winter scheme; silver stream--
trickling laugh with the dawn.

Yellow spring dream
green tendrils; wild garden
tastes of rain on the tongue.

Summer's half moon smile
dirt road through high grass
cicadas song carried on the wind.

Autumn harvest, even fall
orange glow sleeps through dark wood and birch
smell of thunder. shiver. thirst.

Traditions

October 18, 2016 was Tinker Day.  Tinker Day is a Hollins University Tradition spanning more than 100 years!  Each October, Hollins University students are surprised to be woken up by Seniors banging pots and pans through the hallways, ushering in a grand day of festivities.  A breakfast of Krispy Kreme donuts proceeds a special decree on Front Quad in which the University President (at present Nancy Gray) officially cancels classes for the day. All of the students get dressed in the wackiest costumes possible and they then hike to the top of Tinker Mountain where classes sing songs, perform skits, and stuff themselves with fried chicken and Tinker cake (chocolate).  For four years it is the most anticipated day of the academic year.  You know it is coming in October but you have no idea when and the first month of school is spent speculating; comparing the dates of sporting events, knowing it won't be on a Friday, and keeping an eye out for any suspicious Krispy Kreme deliveries on campus.  By the power of social media, now more than ever, Hollins Graduates are encouraged to continue to celebrate Tinker Day.  Many alumnae chapters hold their own Tinker Day events.  Lots of Hollins women reminisce by posting photos from bygone days (see below).  If we're lucky, we get to have Krispy Kreme donuts and stay in our PJs, or plan to at least wear something "funky" to work that day.  Some graduates even celebrate a special Tinker Day with their families and have dinners of fried chicken and chocolate cake in their homes. 

Very First Tinker Day with all the residents of Randolph 2

Senior Year Tinker Day, 2006

 



What is it about this tradition that makes it so special?  Ironically, even though we mention it so frequently, it isn't about the donuts or the wacky costumes.  It's about celebrating community.  It is about joining other people in a shared experience that creates space for fellowship and provides a branch on which to hang memories and meaning. 

So, that got me thinking about the faith traditions that we celebrate.  What are some things that we do as Christians that we consider to be 'traditions'?  What are the things by which we make meaning in our faith journeys?  What are things that we do by motor memory, time and time again? 

Most importantly, we do the things that Jesus taught us.  We do the things that Jesus did.  We pray the Lord's Prayer, we experience baptism and make commitments to one another as the water is poured.  We also celebrate the Lord's Supper.  We partake in the bread and cup as Jesus invited us to do in remembrance of him. 

 As Christians, we all celebrate these traditions, these sacraments, a little bit differently.  For example,  in the Lord's Prayer, some denominations use the language of trespasses, some use the language of debts, and the ecumenical version as seen here, says sins.  When we communicate the importance of baptism, some denominations favor adult baptisms, some believe in infant baptisms.  In the Presbyterian Church, we do not find age to be an issue, a person can be baptized at any age.  But, we believe that a person only needs to be baptized once in their lives as a sign and seal of God's great love for them.  Communion can be served with wafers and tiny cups on trays.  Communion can be served by intinction, where the bread is dipped in the cup.  You can drink grape juice or wine at the Lord's Supper.  You can celebrate it once a month or every Sunday in worship.  These are traditions that are held in common among Christians.  These are the foundations of our worship life together.  Isn't that amazing to consider? 

If you attend Covenant you may have noticed that we've changed a little bit of worship, especially how we begin our services.  We have (for the time being) tinkered with a beloved tradition known at Covenant as "the entry of the word" as the choir processes into the sanctuary along with the pulpit Bible. We changed this entry to occur during the first hymn and we bring something else along with it.  We bring the Bible as well as the elements of our two sacraments.  We bring in water for the baptismal font and bread and cup for the Communion table.  Word and Sacrament are equally important in our reformed tradition and so we wanted to highlight that each Sunday.

 I wonder if we can bring the same joy and energy to the traditions of our faith as we do to our family traditions or our college traditions.  I love looking back at Tinker Day.... but how often do I really reflect on my baptism for instance (even though I am reminded to do so at every baptism).  Maybe you have a football game day tradition or a college homecoming that you never miss.  Maybe Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas bring about family traditions that have passed through generations. My best friend got married a few weeks ago and her mother brought a ring for her to wear that had belonged to the bride's great grandmother (if I recall correctly).  She wore earrings that her father had given to her mother. This is the same friend who let me wear her grandmother's pearls on my own wedding day, my something borrowed.  How beautiful.  How sacred. 

I wonder if we can come to the Lord's Table each month with the same awe as we do these other things.  Because all traditions find community at the heart of them.  I think we would do well to approach these traditions; The Lord's Prayer, Baptism, and The Lord's Supper, with new eyes.  Instead of going through the motions like we normally do: let us be charged to hear the words that are being read and spoken aloud.  Let us reflect on what we mean when we speak, "Give us this day our daily bread."  Let us think about the cleansing waters of baptism and feel the ways in which gathering around the table for Jesus' feast can be a moment of renewal and healing.  After all, traditions become familiar, that is why we like them.  But each occasion is nuanced.  Each occasion is a new thing, even as we participate in words and actions that are centuries old.  And, if we do it right, can continue long after we are gone. 

October: Pastor Appreciation Month

All week long I had been pondering writing something about Pastor Appreciation Month.  Alas, my dear friend and colleague, The Rev. Charles Jeremy Cannada, beat me to it.  He posted eloquently and from the heart about what pastor appreciation means to us as clergy.  And I would add to that our Chaplains, Christian Educators, and Youth Directors.  It can be a lonely vocation...even when you are often in the midst of many wonderful individuals.  Often times, as clergy, we turn to one another because only we can truly see each other in both our triumphs and our trials.  At any rate, I leave this here for you, posted with Rev. Cannada's permission.  Happy Pastor Appreciation Month to you good sir, I see you, too. --Rev. Lo

This evening, I chatted with a colleague who told me of fatigue, of frustration, and of the deep place that only other vocational pastors can know. Those words reminded me of me.
I don't say this much for various reasons, but I will say this, now. I make no apologies if it is selfish of me, but I will apologize that it has taken me so long to say this: if you're one of my church-attending friends, please express joy and thanks to your pastor. Yes, homemade cookies and a gift ...card to Starbucks are nice, but so is the occasional (and often) simple reminder that you see *us*. That's more valuable to us. That's something most of my friends are too humble ever to say.

We're trying so hard to represent faith and love: something that is big and great. And it's usually with joy that we carry this task with an awe and privilege: we get to be a part of so many lives and communities in ways that are unique, vulnerable, and intimate. But it can also be a burden, because many times our personhood is lost.

While many members express doubt and confusion, we have those moments also. While some members wonder why there are so few people do the work of church, we lament because it means more we must pour in more of our personal or familial time in order for church to happen. While some members share their opinions and thoughts, we sit quietly because we are taught to listen—even as we may feel attacked for doing our job as well as the resources will allow us.
Behind the pulpit... behind the polities... behind the pastorates... there is always a person.

See *us*. Please. See that we are tired. See that we have struggles. See that we give up a lot without saying much about our sacrifices. See that sometimes we need someone just to sit with us in silence rather than asking us to explain the mystery. See that often the best thing you can give us is a firm push to get away from the study, from the congregation, and from the community and to take the time for ourselves that we preach for you to take. See that sometimes we also need to be like Jesus when he climbed mountains or walked on water to get away from the crowds.

These are hard words. But they are good words. Please receive them with my respect. The best gift anyone can give their pastor is the love enough to see our person, because we're striving to lead communities to be better people, too. And that's hard work. It's a hard calling. But it is beautiful.
To my colleague and friend: I see you.