Spitting Venom, Ancient Farmers, and Netflix

The following is based on Matthew 25:31-46, called the parable of the last judgement, but commonly known as the parable of the sheep and the goats.


Weeks ago I saw that I was supposed to preach on the “Parable of the Last Judgement.”

And I thought, “Great. I love preaching about judgment.” (I hope you picked up the sarcasm).

And then, when I actually read the text, I realized that the parable of the last judgement was the parable of the sheep and the goats.  And I thought, “Alright!  I love this parable!  I can talk about serving people, and how actions speak louder than words.”  You know, preach the gospel, and if necessary, use words.

This, after all, is one of the things that we who identify as Mennonites love.  It’s about faith in action.  Doing is what we do.

We even have that famous poem by Menno Simons hanging downstairs by our church kitchen.

True evangelical faith cannot lie dormant.

It clothes the naked.

It feeds the hungry.

It comforts the sorrowful.

It shelters the destitute.

It aids and consoles the sad.

It binds up what is wounded.

It becomes all things to all people.

Doing is what we do!  We makes blankets and collect rice and go to Pauingassi and sponsor refugees and rebuild houses with MDS and respond to natural disasters around the world.  We volunteer and donate money to all sorts of causes and drink fair trade coffee, purchased at Ten Thousand Villages.

Doing is what we do.

And then, when I realized that I had to preach a sermon about doing to a bunch of people who are already doing a bunch of things, I had a moment of terror.

What am I going to say that people don’t already know?  Should I be telling people that they should serve more?  That they’re not doing enough?

And then I thought about how I would react to Mel telling me that I need to do more in my life.  I would either spit venom back in his face, or I would crawl into the fetal position and cry, and say, “I’m trying my best.  My life is full.  Please don’t heap shame and guilt on to me.”

Margot Starbuck wrote a book about loving your neighbour called Small Things with Great Love, and in it she tells a story of going for a walk with a young mother.  When the young mother found out that book was meant to be a practical guide to help people love their neighbour, she seethed with anger and animosity.

“I’ll tell you what I don’t want to hear.  I don’t want to hear that my children should help me bake cookies to pass out to homeless people.    The cookies wouldn’t even get baked.  I don’t want someone telling me to take my kids to serve at a homeless shelter, because they don’t even know the difference between a homeless shelter and a shopping mall.”

And then, with tears in her eyes, she said, “I can barely get to the grocery store.”

How many of us feel that our lives are busy?  That our lives are already full?   Between work and church and volunteering and our kids and our grandkids and our parents and our grandparents, that we’re already doing all we can to stay afloat?

I was thinking, “How in the world am I going to talk about this parable without inducing hatred and animosity, or crushing guilt?”

And then, last week, I went to Laguna Beach.  R Squared

I had saved up my Professional Development money and spent a week sitting at the feet of Richard Rohr and Rob Bell, soaking up their wisdom.  Plus, I also went surfing.

And they told me a story that put this parable into perspective.

I want you to imagine ancient farmers from thousands of years ago.  Very quickly, these farmers would have realized that in order to live, they need this crop to grow.  And in order for the crop to grow, they need just the right about of sunshine and water.  Too much sun, and it’s scorched.  Too little sun, and they’re stunted.  Too much water, and they’re flooded.  Too little water, and they dry up and wither.

So, the farmer’s very existence depends entirely on forces that he or she cannot control.

Except, there is one way you can try to control the sun and the rain.  You can make offerings to the gods in hope that they will bestow the right amount of sun and rain on your crop.  So you take a little bit of your crop, and offer it as a sacrifice so the gods so you will make them happy and they will bestow their goodness of you.

But here’s the thing about offering sacrifices to the gods.

What do you do if you have a bad crop?  You probably didn’t offer enough sacrifice, so you offer more next time.

What do you do if you have a good crop?  Whoa.  My offering worked!  I should offer more next time to get more return!

No matter what the result of your crop is, in order to get the Gods on your side, you end up offering more, and more, and more.

(Thanks to Rob Bell for the farming analogy).

Based on the sacrificial system, you never know if you’ve offered enough.  It leads to deep anxiety within us. We never know our status with the gods.  Have we done enough?  Should we be doing more?  How do I get the gods on my side?

And eventually, you can’t offer more of your crop, because you need to eat, so you start offering other things.  Like animals.  And when you need your animals to survive, you start offering other things that are more and more valuable.  And eventually, what’s the most valuable thing you can offer?

Your children.  Your first born.

This is why the Old Testament is full of commands, telling the Israelites “Don’t be like them, because they sacrifice their children to their gods.”  The Old Testament is actually a radical, progressive step forward in human history.  And really, how often do we get to call the Old Testament progressive?

In today’s world, where most of us aren’t farmers, what’s our most valuable commodity?  Well, besides our children, our two most valuable commodities are our money and our time.   That’s why we say things like, “That was a waste of my time. That was a waste of my money.”  Time and money are the things we place a remarkably high value on.

And when we come to church, what are the two things that we’re hammered on the most to give?

Our time and our money.

You have to give more time.  You have to give more money.  You have to watch less Netflix and buy less latte’s, because that’s time and money you can give to God and the church.

Why?  So that God will be happy with us.  So that God will bestow God’s goodwill upon us.  So that God will send the sun and rain so that we will live.

Have you ever heard these before?

You are poor because you don’t give enough money to church.  You have cancer because you don’t have enough faith.  You are suffering because of un-confessed sin in your life.  If you only had more faith, you’d be healed.  Your parent didn’t have enough faith, and that is why they died early.  If only you hadn’t sinned so much, God wouldn’t be punishing you now. This suffering you have is God’s way of reminding you to be a better person.  If you give money to  church, God will bless you with more.

Ohhh… We’ve heard these before, haven’t we?  But there’s the thing:

God doesn’t love us because we are good.  God loves us because God is good. – Richard Rohr

Telling people that poverty and suffering and death are the result of not offering enough time and money – These are some of the ugliest manifestations of Christianity.  It’s toxic.  And yet we hear it over and over again.

But we continue to hear – Give more and give more and give more, until finally, we either lash out, get into the fetal position and cry, or simply walk away from it all.

Now, some of us here care deeply about our church’s budget, and others of us here care deeply about people using their gifts to serve a broken world, and I want to ensure you, I do as well.

But moving forward, I want to offer some definitions of spirituality that I found helpful.

Spirituality is not what you do.  Spirituality is about being aware to what’s already in front of you.  Spirituality is about waking up, about paying attention.  Spirituality is about being fully present and alive to what’s been in front of us the whole time.  Spirituality is trying to teach us about the depth of every moment, every conversation, and every relationship. – Rob Bell

There’s a story in Exodus about Moses stumbling across a bush that was burning, and he was told to remove his sandals because the land he was standing on was holy ground.

The ancient rabbis had a tradition of saying that the bush didn’t start burning and then stop burning, but rather that the bush was burning the whole time, and Moses finally noticed it.  The ground didn’t suddenly become holy.  Rather, the ground has always been holy, and Moses finally noticed it.

Spirituality is one’s awareness that everything is a gift, and that how we respond to that gift matters.  – Rob Bell

Everything is a gift, and when we realize that, everything changes.

When we realize that every drop of water we have is a gift, we can’t help but to share that.

When we realize that every morsel of food is a gift, we can’t help but to share that.

When we realize that every roof over our head is a gift, we can’t help but to share that.

When we realize that our families, our churches, and our communities are all gifts, we can’t help but share that.

And, when we look to the parable of the last judgement, the story of the sheep and goats, do you see the question that both the sheep AND the goats ask?

Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty, or a stranger needing clothes or sick or in prison?

When did we see you?

This is where seeing is different than believing.  Sure, we can believe whatever doctrines we want.  We can arrange the intellectual and theological furniture in our minds however we choose.  But do we see?  Do we see the divine mystery in all of creation, but especially in the sick, the downtrodden, the outcast, the ones for whom life is hard?  Are our eyes open?

When our eyes are open, when we’re truly present to the moment, we begin to see the divine in everybody, and especially in the least of these.

When we truly see the divine in everyone, we will treat them as such.

My hope for us this week isn’t that we’ll try harder, or give more, or do more.  My hope for us this week is that we will pray one prayer throughout our days.  “Lord, open my eyes.”  When we wake up, when we go to sleep, when we’re driving, when we’re at work and when we’re getting the mail with our children. “Lord, open my eyes.”

Grace and Peace to you.

Amen.

Free Tuition, Racist Landscaping Bosses, and VLTs

Based on the Parable of the Workers in the Vineyard – Matthew 20:1-16


About a decade ago, there was an article in the newspaper about First Nations students from reserves attending university.  The gist of the article was that some reserves were having a hard time paying the cost of their students to attend university.

While I forget the specifics of the article, I don’t forget the specifics of the conversation I had about the article.  One person’s response was, “Good.  I’m glad they’re not getting free tuition anymore.”

I looked at them and asked “Why?”

“Because my kids don’t get free tuition, so why should theirs?”

Now, quick aside – Not every First Nation student gets their post-secondary tuition covered.  Some do, and some don’t.   There is federal money available, but not every student is funded because demand outstrips supply.  And if you don’t have a treaty number, you’re out of luck too.

But back to the conversation – “If my kids don’t get free tuition, nobody should get free tuition.  It’s not fair.”

What’s not fair about this?  It’s part of the treaties signed years ago.  It’s part of the deal.  Indigenous people gave settlers access to this land in exchange for some things, and one of them was education.   So if you look around at all the farms and houses and businesses and churches that we’ve built here, we have to remember that the land wasn’t empty before we got here.  Paying tuition is part of the deal, and, I don’t think that we got the raw end of the deal either.

I asked one more question – “If your kids got free tuition, would that make it better?”

The response was an unequivocal “Yes.”

Ahhh… Now I see.  You’ve been working in the vineyard since sunrise.

Many of us just really hate the idea of someone else getting something that we’re not.  We especially hate the idea when we believe that we’ve worked harder than the other person, and they get the same reward.

I remember working for a landscaping company one summer while I was in university.  As the summer went on I discovered how evil the company was, specifically because they charged more money to clients who weren’t white (Welcome to the world of white privilege).  I quit the day my foreman came to work drunk and still spent the morning driving the bobcat, dropping twenty yards of river stone in my wheelbarrow.  But, that aside, I remember how one day I was ticked at my boss.  I said to myself, “This is dumb.  I’m spending all day hauling rocks around for ten bucks an hour, and my boss drives around in his air conditioned truck all day talking on his cell and getting paid triple what I am.  I’m doing all the work here, and he’s getting rich of my labour.  I deserve more.”

I was certain that I had been working in the vineyard since sunrise… I thought I knew so much when I was 20 years old.

If we work hard, we just want it to be fair, don’t we?   We just want what we think we’ve earned.  We don’t want to wish ill-will on others, do we?

Sometimes, I’m not so sure.

Last January, I preach a delightful sermon series on hell.  If you want to read, just Google “3 weeks in hell with Kyle”, and you’ll find them on my blog.

And in preparation for my sermons, I read a lot of books on hell.  And I had a lot of conversations about hell too.

One of them sticks out.  I was talking to someone who had been a Christian their entire life and was deeply involved in their church for as long as they could remember.

I told them that I was preparing a sermon series on hell, and one of the questions I was exploring was if it exists or not, and if it did, what it was like.

And the response was, “Well, of course there’s a hell.  There has to be.”

Now, I had committed to preaching three sermons, and if the first sermon started with, “There has to be a hell”, I don’t know what I would have preached about for two more Sundays, so I probed a little bit further.

“I’m curious.  Tell me why you think there has to be a hell.”

“Well, because the Bible says so. And people who don’t believe in Jesus go there.”

Once again, this would have been a pretty short sermon series, so I asked another question.

“Why is this so important to you?  If you’re going to heaven, and you’ll be completely content there, why does it matter who God lets in and God doesn’t?”

“Well, you’re right.  It doesn’t matter who God lets in and who God doesn’t.  But the Bible still talks about hell being real.”

Ohhhhh… Now I see.  You’ve been working in the vineyard since sunrise.  You have sacrificed for the kingdom.  You’ve sacrificed for the church.  You woke up early every Sunday.  You wore a tie every Sunday.  You gave a lot of money.  You sat on a lot of committees, spending hours taking minutes.  You gave your life to the cause.  And if your reward is the same as someone who made far less sacrifices, your reward seems a little less like a reward, doesn’t it.

And if you get the same as someone whom you think is less deserving, is that fair?

This parable about workers in the vineyard is probably one of the harder parables of Jesus, isn’t it?  It messes with our sense of justice and fairness.  That the first shall be last and the last shall be first doesn’t quite sit right with most of us.

I asked one of you this week about how this parable made you feel, and you offered perhaps one of the greatest pieces of insight into understanding this.   You said, “Well, I guess how I feel all depends on who I think I am.  If I’m the first guy, then of course I’d grumble.  But if I’m the last guy, the guy who got paid a day’s wage for one hours work, then I think this story is awesome.”

If we view ourselves as the person having their tuition paid for, if we see ourselves as the racist boss getting to drive around in the nice air conditioned truck all summer, if we see ourselves as the person getting to heaven with, as some people call it, a deathbed conversion, then that changes our perspective, doesn’t it?

If we see ourselves as the last workers, we then become the glad recipients of God’s grace, knowing full well that we don’t deserve it.  Because really, if I kept score, I know there’s be some of you far less deserving than me, and some of you far more deserving than me.  It’s a good thing we’re not keeping score so you don’t have to try to figure out that one.

So maybe, then, this parable is less about who’s who in the story, and who gets what, and what those rewards are.  Maybe it’s not about how faithful one has been, or when someone made a decision in their lives, or what that decision was.  Maybe this parable it’s not about who comes to church the most or who gives the most money or who’s the most holy.

Maybe, this parable is about our reaction to the process of God’s grace.

The vineyard owner himself says, “Don’t I have the right to do what I want with my own money? Or are you envious because I am generous?”

The process is God giving the gift of grace to many people who are undeserving.  The process is God not treating us how we deserve.  The process is God constantly welcoming everyone back with open arms.  How are we going to respond to that gift?

Well, it seems to me that we can either be bitter and envious, that we can complain loudly, that we can think we deserve more, or that we can even end up sending some people to hell.

Or, we can open ourselves to the places where grace reigns, where we receive God’s love as a gift, where we consider it pure joy to love God and love our neighbours with all of our hearts and souls and mind and strength.

That is the challenge, isn’t it?  To stop calculating who’s more holy, who sins less, who’s the better person, who actually read the book of Matthew this month, who’s the most loving, who prays the most.  To stop calculating is the answer, because calculating leads us look at others with envy and jealousy, and then we get ticked that they get God’s gifts too, and then God moves from being a kind and generous God to a God that we think is unfair and possibly malicious.

When we stop keeping score, we can start to live our lives in gratitude.  When we see everything as a gift, every day becomes like Christmas morning.  We get excited about what God is doing in our lives, in our church, and in our world.

Here at Grace, Ashley and I get excited that our kids get to have a dozen or more grandparents at church.  Some of you get excited to have dozens of grand children.  We get excited to meet new people on Sundays, to be part of a church that works towards kids being hunger free in school, about a church that’s in a partnership with a First Nations community, to serve and eat waffles that ends up supporting prison visitation programs, to come to a place on Sunday where we can sit in silence or sing songs or share food with both friends and strangers, or come to a place where we get to give coins to children and it sounds like we won big at a VLT.  Isn’t it amazing that we get to belong to an organization that exists for the benefit of others?  These are all great things, but only if we look at them all as gifts.

As soon as we start to think that we earn any of this, that we deserve these things and others don’t, then we start to look at everyone with envy, and then we’re in trouble.

Last week I wrote in the bulletin a question for you to ponder: “Is God fair?”  Well, maybe a better question is:  “How do we relate to God’s grace?”

How do we relate to God’s grace?

This lent, may we continue to be reminded that everything before us is a gift.  May we remember that God is turning things upside down and inside out, that God is messing with our sense of justice and fairness, that the first will be last and the last will be first, and the fact that God is doing this is okay.  May we respond with open arms to the gift of God’s love and grace, both for us and for others.

Amen.

Fat Tuesday, Ash Wednesday, and Lent

Yesterday at youth, we celebrated Fat Tuesday by eating a lot of pancakes and bacon.  The history behind Fat Tuesday is that it’s the day before Ash Wednesday (the start of Lent), and people used up all their “rich and fatty” ingredients in their house so that they could start fasting for Lent.

I sometimes compare giving up something for Lent like an easy New Year’s Resolution – There aren’t really any consequences for breaking the resolution, and it’s only for 40 days (as opposed to an indefinite New Year’s Resolution).

But other times, I realize that Lent is actually a big deal.

“We too easily forget our Maker and Redeemer; replacing God with things and ambition. Lent is the season that does something about this situation. It calls us back to God, back to the basics, back to the spiritual realities of life. It calls us to put to death the sin and the indifference we have in our hearts toward God and our fellow persons. And it beckons us to enter once again into the joy of the Lord–the joy of a new life born out of a death to the old life. That is what Ash Wednesday is all about–the fundamental change of life required of those who would die with Jesus and be raised to a new life in him.” – Robert Webber

Thinking about Ash Wednesday and Lent this way certainly makes it seem a bit more important than resolving to lose five pounds after the holidays.

Shane Claiborne puts it nicely:

“In a world filled with clutter, noise, and hustle, Lent is a good excuse to step back and rethink how we think and live. In a world of instant gratification, it’s a chance to practice delayed gratification – to fast – so that we can truly appreciate the blessings we have.  In a world where virtual friends are replacing real ones, it is an invitation to turn off TV and computer screens so we can spend time with real people again.  It’s an opportunity to give up something that is sucking the life out of us so that we can be filled with God, with life, with love again.” – Shane Claiborne

What’s sucking the life out of you?

For myself, I am starting to notice that the two easiest things that come to mind are my irregular prayer patterns, and me wasting time on my *$#&#%*# phone.  Not praying leaves me un-centred, more prone to being a jerk, quick to criticize and roll my eyes, and less likely to see the world through the eyes of Jesus.  And my phone allows me to not be present to the people and the work around me.

(On a side note, these seem to be the same things that I give up and take on multiple times a year, year after year.  I think I’m going to have to reflect on that for the next 40 days….)

So, it’s Au Revoir to social media on my phone, and it’s Adios to my phone being in my pocket while at home.  (Try to be gracious to me, as sometimes I’ll need my phone and social media for work.)

And it’s Bonjour to waking up early for centering prayer, and it’s Hola to Common Prayer:  Liturgy for Ordinary Racials.  This year, I’ll even try throwing some evening prayers in there as well. (Try to be gracious to me, as I hate mornings, and I have small children).

And this Lent, may we all be filled with God, with love, and with life again.

Harry Potter, Evander Kane’s Tracksuit, & Oprah

Based on Matthew 16:21-17:8


This week, as I was pondering this text, I asked one of you a question.  “When you think of the Transfiguration, what do you think of?”

The quick response was, “Harry Potter.”

Right. Because, Professor Minvera McGonnagall is one of the teachers at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and she teaches her Minerva-McGonagall-Wallpaper-hogwarts-professors-32795911-500-375students the transfiguration spell, where you can turn one thing into another thing, such as a bird into a cup.

That’s awesome.  So I asked, “But what do you think of about the transfiguration of Jesus?  Where he’s on the mountain and his face is shining and he’s hanging out with Moses and Elijah?”

“Oh.  Right.  That story.  Not much.”

I love it.

Let’s start talking about the Transfiguration by talking about our cultures preoccupation with success.

We love to win.  And we hate to lose.

CFL Free Agency was this week, and the Bombers were declared the winners on Day 1 because they signed a bunch of good players.  And some of us celebrated that.

And, also this week, the Winnipeg Jets traded Evander Kane to the Buffalo Sabres.kane

Productivity across the province came to a grinding halt as we all talked and analyzed whether or not the Jets were better than before, who were the winners and losers of the trade, and wondered whether the tracksuit was thrown into the shower, cold tub, or hot tub.

But at the very least, Dustin Byfuglien is back on defence!  That’s a good recipe for success!

Magazine covers gives us tips and steps to success.  Ash and I are planning on a summer holiday, and so we spend time on Trip Advisor to find the best places to stay.  It’s RRSP season, so we’re all looking over our financial statements to make sure that we’re making the best decisions for our retirements.

We love reading stories about winners, about people who beat the odds and came out on top.  Like children’s books about pigs that don’t get turned into delicious bacon, like a hobbit travelling to a volcano to destroy a magical ring, like a teenage wizard who is able to defeat Lord Voldemort, and whether or not he uses the transfiguration spell.

We love our success stories.  Partly because they are inspiring.  Partly because we want to make good, and not bad, choices.  But also, partly because deep within us, we don’t want to be failures.

In this way, we’re kind of like the disciple Peter.

Before we read this morning’s text, the previous 8 chapters are basically Jesus being a rock star.  A  humble rock star, but one none the less.  He’s walking on water.  He’s calming storms.  He’s feeding thousands of people.  He’s healing people left, right and center.  It’s miracle after miracle after miracle.

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He’s kind of like Oprah giving things way.  You get a miracle, you get a miracle, everyone gets a miracle!   And then all of us are sitting in our living rooms, crying because all of Oprah’s guests are going home with George Foreman Grills and her favourite shampoo.

At this point in the story, Jesus is definitely winning.

But then, Jesus drops a bomb on Peter.  Jesus tells Peter that he, Jesus is going to suffer, and die, and rise again.

Now, we have the advantage of looking at this conversation post-resurrection, so we kind of know how the story ends, but Peter… He didn’t.  All he heard was that his hero, his Rabbi, the guy he gave up every to follow, his model of success and winning, was going to fail and lose.

Yes, Jesus talked about rising again.  But only after suffering and dying.  Jesus first had to lose.

But Peter doesn’t know much about this whole rising again business.  He just sees Jesus’ suffering and death as defeat and failure.

This is why he tell Jesus “Never, Lord!  This shall never happen to you!”  Matthew 16:22.

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He’s kind of like Gandalf from Lord of the Rings.  Here’s Jesus, there’s suffering and death, and then Peter says, “You shall not pass!”

And then what Jesus says next is the TSN turning point, the crux, of it all.

Jesus tells Peter than he’s only thinking about human concerns, and not God’s concerns, and that being a disciple means taking up your cross, and that in order to save your life, you must lose it.

The way of Jesus is suffering love.   Even love for enemies who are going to kill you.  Yes, there is resurrection.  But the resurrection only has power because of the suffering love of Jesus that leads to death.

And we really have a hard time with suffering love.

I am continually reminded of a story about Mother Theresa I heard about her and her work in Calcutta.  After years of working there, her feet were quite deformed.  One of other nuns there explained why.  She said, “Our charity receives hundreds of used pairs of shoes for the people staying with us who have leprosy.  Whenever a box of shoes comes in, Mother Theresa digs through the box and takes out the worst pair of shoes for herself.  That way she knows that all of her friends at the mission have better footwear than her.”

The way of Jesus, is suffering love… Deformed feet doesn’t feel like winning, does it?

I went to a preaching seminar years ago, and the guy said:  “For the love of all that is good in the world, you need to give your congregation more tangible, realistic examples of faith than Mother Theresa.”

So I’ll try.  Every year, at the end of November, we go to Ashley’s parents place near the Whiteshell to get a Christmas tree.  We bundle up the kids, bring a sleigh, and have a grand old time.  Except this year,  it was -30 degrees with a bitter north wind, and we decided that this was not going to be a family affair, but rather one where a few of us jumped out the truck with a chainsaw and cut down a tree out the ditch as fast as possible.

Also, this year my brother had asked us to get him one too, so we cut down two trees as fast as possible and went back to the hot tub to warm up.  (Evander Kane’s tracksuit wasn’t there).

My brother came to Steinbach one day and picked a tree, while we decorated the other one.

A few weeks later, one of my friends saw our Christmas tree, and started laughing.  It was spindly, with big empty spaces and droopy branches.  They even compared our tree to a Charlie Brown Christmas tree.

My response?  “Well, if Mother Theresa can have deformed feet, I can have a spindly Christmas tree.  Because the way of Jesus is suffering love.”

Tough life, isn’t it?

Obviously, that’s a ridiculous example, but I get that same feeling at all sorts of things.  When I get my income tax refund, is my first instinct to see who I can share it with?  When I catch a bunch of fish, is my first instinct to see who I can share it with?  When I bundle up to go snow blow my driveway, is my first instinct to start at my neighbours?  When I see someone sitting by themselves, is my first instinct to leave my comfort zone and talk to them?  When I look to retirement, is the first thing I see myself doing is volunteering or making blankets or cooking with MDS?

As pathetic as it was, it took a lot for me to let go of that Christmas tree.  We love to have success, we love winning, we love having the best…

The way of Jesus is suffering love.  The resurrection only has power because of the cross.

Which brings us to the transfiguration of Jesus, not Professor McGonnagall.

Jesus is on a mountain, his face shone like the sun, his clothes became as white as light, and he’s hanging out with Moses and Elijah.

And a voice comes down from heaven:  “This is my son, whom I love;  with him, I am well pleased.  Listen to him!” 

There are many ways of looking at the Transfiguration.  One of those ways is simply confirming that there’s something special and unique about Jesus, that he actually is God’s son, and isn’t just a raging lunatic.  I mean, Jesus just told his disciples that the way of God is the cross, the way of God is suffering, the way of God giving up your life AND your Christmas tree.

The transfiguration confirms this is God’s son, rooted in his identity as God’s beloved.  And that we should listen to him.  That there’s something going on here that we need to be paying attention to.  Something that doesn’t come all that natural to most of us, since we don’t really like losing and suffering and having ugly Christmas trees.

After this voice booms from the sky, the disciples were on the ground terrified.  And then Jesus came and touched them, and said

“Get up.  Don’t be afraid.”  And then they went back down the mountain, back to the nitty gritty of life.

Don’t be afraid.

Don’t be afraid.

The way of Jesus is the cross.  Don’t be afraid.  It’s going to be okay… It ends with resurrection.  I know that the way of the cross, of suffering, doesn’t make sense, especially in a culture of success and power and winning, but that’s okay.   Even when you’re carrying your cross, you’re loved.  Even when the world is heaping scorn and hate on you, you’re loved.  Even when you feel as God has forsaken you, you’re loved.   Don’t be afraid… I’m going to be with you.

And it’s here, when we’re powerless yet still seeking to love others, that we end up being truly powerful, because love wins.

A story about Pope Francis, and then something a little more tangible for the rest of us who aren’t pope material.

I think that one of the reasons why pretty much everyone loves Pope Francis is because he gets this.  He understands that the way of Jesus is suffering love.  This is why he sleeps in the guest house, doesn’t wear fancy clothes, and sneaks out at night to serve homeless people.

But one of my favourite Pope Francis stories is that recently, he appointed some new cardinals, which are the leaders who will elect the next pope.  Many of the cardinals didn’t come from the places that had the most money or prestige, but rather from the far corners of the Earth who were immersed in the suffering love that Jesus called them.  None of them had any clear doctrinal reputations on hot button issues.  Rather, he tended to call people who were working with refugees, working in slums, and those who were elected by their peers for their work, not their status or education.   One of the Cardinals thought it was a joke that he was being picked as a Cardinal, because he was so immersed in his work with “the least of these” that that kind of power and success wasn’t even on his radar.

But it’s in giving away power, in taking up a cross to follow Jesus, that we find true power and discipleship and love.

“The cross wasn’t so we can walk in the power of the resurrection.  The resurrection was so we could walk in the power of the cross.”  – Greg Boyd

And now, for those of us who aren’t working with refugees or in Calcutta, here are some wise words from Henri Nouwen.

“Every time we forgive our neighbor, every time we make a child smile, every time we show compassion to a suffering person, every time we arrange a bouquet of flowers, offer care to tame or wild animals, prevent pollution, create beauty in our homes and gardens, and work for peace and justice among peoples and nations we are making [God’s] vision come true.

We must remind one another constantly of the vision. Whenever it comes alive in us we will find new energy to live it out, right where we are. Instead of making us escape real life, this beautiful vision gets us involved.”

The transfiguration:  It could be about Professor McGonnagall’s spell from Harry Potter.  Or, it could be about us listening to Jesus, the son of God, and that if we want to be a disciple of Jesus, we must take up our cross and follow him.

Treasures in Our Pews

We had child dedication this Sunday at Grace Mennonite.  I preached a 5 minute sermon, asking the question “Will Our Children Have Faith?”  


Don’t store up treasures on earth, but rather, store up treasures in heaven.  For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

The point of life is not only about how much we own, or how nice our stuff is, or our retirement plans.  I think most of us here know this.  Yes, we seek to work hard and make good financial decisions, but we all know that we’re not going to be buried with wads of cash in our caskets.  We’re not Egyptian Pharaohs.

Jesus reminds us that instead of focusing only our own stuff on earth, we should be storing up treasures in heaven instead, for that is where our hearts will be.

Jesus isn’t very specific on what exactly those treasures in heaven are.  Is it how we pray?  How we forgive? How we work towards peace?  How we practice hospitality and generosity?  How we love God and love our neighbour and love our enemy?  Yes.  These are most likely part of what Jesus means by “treasures in heaven.”

But I’m going to take a bit of a leap here and say that part of us storing up treasures in heaven is asking ourselves questions, like, “Will our kids have faith?”  “What kind of faith will they have?” “How can we nurture their faith?”  “How do we make sure that our kids will know that life is about more than getting money or stuff?”

This morning, my sermon is going to be one of my most practical sermons ever.  I usually like to explore the stories in the Bible and try to find ourselves in those stories, I like to ask questions, be a bit more conversationalist… But today, I’m going to take a risk and be remarkably direct.

To the parents of these children, to all the parents here today.

Some remarkably smart people out of Fuller Youth Institute have set out to figure out what the most important factors are in parents passing on their faith to their children.  While it’s not a direct formula, and there are obviously no guarantees, researchers have found some key indicators that help determine what kind of faith our kids will have.

The number one indicator for whether or not our kids will have faith is:  The faith of their parents.   One of the best indicators of a strong and vibrant faith in children is a strong and vibrant faith in their parents.  Every time we invest in our own faith, we are investing in the faith of our children.

This is both good news and terrible news.

Good news, because it’s there for the taking, it’s attainable, we can do something about it, we’re already doing it, we’re important, God gave us these children for a reason!

Bad news, because it’s a huge responsibility, we often feel inadequate, we fail, we have a hard time praying, sometimes we don’t want to come to church, and how are we supposed to pass on our faith if we’re constantly working it out ourselves?  And who the heck really reads Ezekiel anyways?

No matter how adequate or inadequate we feel, our own approach to faith is important.  That means that every Sunday where we work our tails off to get everyone to church, every time we pray, every time we volunteer (or at least thing about it), every time we sit in the pews and hope that our kids aren’t too loud, every time we seek or offer forgiveness, every time we practice generosity, every time we try to love our neighbours, every time we seek peace… It’s all an important piece of the puzzle.

The other good news about passing faith on to our children is that it’s not only how strong and vibrant our own faith is.  It’s also about the quality of our relationships with our kids.  The better our relationship with our children, the better chance that our faith rubs off on them.  So that means that every time we read our kids stories, every time we sit down and have supper as a family (even if there’s a bowl of spaghetti on someone’s head), every time we go tobogganing on an icy Abe’s Hill, every time we go on vacation, every time we go skating and bike riding and canoeing, every hockey and soccer game that we watch… All of these matter.  They’re really important.  Every time we invest in our relationships with our children, we’re investing in their faith. 

So that’s not too overwhelming, is it?  Invest in our own faith, invest in our relationships, and we’re well on our way to figuring out what kind of faith our kids will have.

But, child dedication isn’t only about the children and their parents.  It’s also about the church.

How can the rest of us ensure that our children have faith?  It’s not a great children’s program, it’s not a hot shot pastor, it’s not how new our songs are.  One of the best indicators of how churches can support kids having faith is quite simply how much they embrace and support them.  The same researchers have come up with the magic ratio of 5:1.  If 5 adults invest significant time and energy into 1 kid, that will mean the world to them and their faith development.

This too, is equal parts encouraging and equal parts terrifying.

It’s encouraging because we can do it!  We can learn names, we can share candy and cookies, we can give high fives, we can pray for kids, we can write them cards, we can go for ice cream, we can support them financially, we can look at parents who show up not having slept a wink the night before and give them a hug… All really tangible things.  There are 8 kids being dedicated, so that means 40 adults!  There are easily 40 adults here this morning.  I feel like I’m preaching to the choir because we’re already here, dedicating our kids!

But it’s also terrifying, because it’s a great responsibility.  It means that we have to show up at places where the kids are, it means sharing our worship time and space with kids who are chucking cheerios around, it means leaving our comfort zone and learning names and stories, it means having to bake cookies, it means taking time out of our busy lives and investing it in young people, it means that sometimes we show up on Sundays not for ourselves, but because our presence matters in the life of a young person.  And if you add up all the kids here at Grace, we need 200 adults, and that’s all of us.  Everyone here has a role to play.

5 adults to 1 kid is the magic number.  Equal parts encouraging and terrifying.

So there we go.  Invest in our own faith, invest in our relationships with kids, and we’re on the right track.

Show up.  Sit together in a pew.  Learn names.  Give high fives.  Pray.  Go tobogganing.  Eat together.  Share money and candy.  Smile together.

It sounds awfully mundane, doesn’t it?  It’s pretty down to earth, not very snazzy or flashy, pretty long-term… But in doing so, I truly believe that we are storing up treasures in heaven.

Amen.

On Racism, Privilege, and My Slight Preference for White People

Last summer, police found the body of a 15 year old First Nations girl in the the Red River. Tina Fontaine was murdered, wrapped in a plastic bag, and dumped in the river.

Last week, someone mailed a card to her family with the following words: “You guys are nothing but a bunch of drunken Indians.” It went on to say that Tina was “following in her father’s footsteps, drinking beer, passing out in back allies.”

Who the hell (and I chose that word intentionally) does that? Seriously?!?

This, right after Macleans Magazine called Winnipeg the most racist city in Canada, and another report said that Manitoba is the worst place to live in Canada if you’re First Nations.

It’s time to talk about racism, my friends.

I’ll wager that 99% of us reading this aren’t overtly racist. We’re not sending racist hate mail, we’re not using racial slurs, and we’re genuinely nice people just doing our best in the world. So if we’re not racist, what’s the problem then?

Let’s start with a story.

When I was growing up in a predominantly white town, one of my good friends was black. As 13 year olds, the staff at the local dollar store would follow us around to make sure we weren’t helping ourselves to the five finger discount. Every time we split up, guess which one of us the staff member followed? Welcome to the world of white privilege.

There are fancier definitions out there for white privilege, but I simply think of it as white people living in a world of unintended benefit. Most often, we’re unaware of these benefits, and how the system is working in our favour.

This hit home for me when I was doing my MCC orientation 10 years ago. They introduced me to the concept of white privilege through an episode of 20/20. The show featured two men with equal education, job experience, and life skills. The only difference between them was their skin colour; one of them was white and one of them was black. The show sent them to do mundane tasks such as buying a car, buying insurance, and renting an apartment. You can probably guess what happened. The black guy was quoted a higher price for the car. The black guy was quoted a higher price for the insurance. The black guy was told there was no vacancy at the apartment block, and the white guy was offered a lease on the apartment just 5 minutes later. Without fail, the white guys life was better, easier, and cheaper than the black guys, and if it wasn’t for the TV cameras, the white guy wouldn’t have even known about it.

The stats and stories on this kind of thing is remarkable. People with ‘black’ sounding names have a lower chance of being hired. Black people in Ferguson are stopped at a higher rate than white people, even though white people have a higher rate of being caught for illegal activity (or, as John Oliver said, “Of course white people are doing illegal things. They know they won’t get pulled over!). It goes on and on, and most of us are completely unaware.

There’s one more thing about white privilege that’s worth mentioning. While most of us are unaware of the benefits we receive, many of us are unintentionally favouring white people as well.

Let me explain.  Several years ago, Harvard university created an online test. It showed us several words underneath a face. We were supposed to click the positive or negative word as soon as possible, while the skin colour of the person changed each round. The program was measuring if there was a difference in how quick we found the positive or negative word depending on the face we were seeing.  (Click here to take the test!)

I took the test. My result? I have a slight preference for white people.

I, who would never send racist hate mail, who lived as a <1% minority in Zimbabwe, who has friends of all skin colours, who has a First Nations teenager living in my basement finishing high school… I have a subconscious preference for white people.

Now if you extrapolate that to the millions of kind, well meaning people in Canada who aren’t overtly racist, the result is a society that unconsciously favours white people. Plus, when you throw in some good old historic racism, we have quite the racist system on our hands here.

If we’re all a part of this system, and many of us are benefiting from it and most of us don’t even know it, how do we even begin to address this whole racism thing?

First of all, check out Michael Champagne’s thoughts on turning racism into resolve. He’s a First Nations leader from the North End in Winnipeg who’s working at anti-violence and community development. The first step to addressing racism is listening to the voices that are already addressing it.

Secondly, here are a few handles that I have found helpful over the years, courtesy of Richard Rohr and his Franciscan tradition.

1) Seek to understand before being understood. Always.

2) Name your own privilege. It’ll be okay. Really. As a straight, rich, white, educated, married male with 2 kids, I’m pretty much at the top of the privilege pyramid. And I can name that. If a woman names it, we label her a raging feminist. If someone who is poorer names it, we call them either jealous or lazy or a communist. If someone who identifies as LGBT names it, we accuse them of pushing their gay agenda.  If someone from a different skin colour names it, we accuse them of being anti-white and that they should just get over it already and that we’re not all racist. But, as someone who is receiving all the positives of a system built BY people like me FOR people like me, I have to start by naming it for what it is. And in this particular case, racism. Naming racism is the first step to addressing it.

3) “We don’t think our way into a new way of living. Rather, we live our way into a new way of thinking.” “We have to leave our worlds where we have everything under control, where everybody likes us, and head into a world where we are poor and powerless. And there we’ll be converted despite ourselves.” (All from Rohr’s book Simplicity).  We can’t think our way out of this one.  We have to live our way out of this one.

Checking our agendas at the door and giving up power and control is quite the antithesis to an agenda driven system built on power and control. But it’s only there, in that place where we feel powerless, can we begin to address the racism that we’re all a part of.

Grace and Peace.

Jacuzzis, Selfies, and Government Action Plan Signs

A sermon based on the temptations of Jesus – Matthew 4:1-11


Forty days and forty nights of being out in the wilderness.  That’s like leaving now and coming back at the end of February.   Good thing Jesus wasn’t in Canada doing this in winter, because he might have gotten kind of cold.

Before we dive into the text, I’m going to go on two separate tangents.

Number 1 – I could have taken many angles when preaching this text, but I simply don’t have time.  I could have talked about the nature of the devil here, the tempter, and how exactly the devil took Jesus to the highest point of the temple if he was in the wilderness.  But I don’t think that’s the primary purpose of the text, so I’m just going to read it at face value.

Number 2 – Both the devil and Jesus are quoting Scripture at each other.  This points out to me that simply quoting scripture doesn’t make one right.  So if anybody thinks that they can end an argument with the words “Well, the Bible clearly says…” you can tell them that they are being just like the devil.  That’ll win you some friends at family gatherings.

Back on topic.  Jesus.  Jesus has just been baptized, and we have learned his identity has God’s beloved son, in whom God is well pleased.  And then Jesus is immediately led to the wilderness where he is tempted.

He is tempted three times, but they’re all rooted in one bigger question:

“What kind of Messiah are you going to be?”

(Much of the following is from The Upside Down Kingdom by Donald Kraybill.)

Bread

Let’s talk about bread first.

“You’re hungry Jesus.  Turn these stones into bread.”

Jesus answers, “People don’t live on bread alone, but on the word of God.”

This temptation isn’t about Jesus’ own hunger, because Jesus responds to the devil in the plural with the word “people”.  This temptation is about the people.  And often, the quickest way to the heart of the masses is through their bellies.  In a world with a ruthless superpower, huge economic class differences and crushing poverty, free food would surely bring the crowds to the cause of Jesus.

But the crowds coming to Jesus to be fed isn’t the cause of Jesus.  The cause of Jesus is announcing the kingdom of God, the rule of God in our hearts and in our world.  Feeding the hungry is part of it, an important part of it, but not the only part of it.

Feeding the masses and calling it a day means Jesus isn’t challenging the greedy.  Giving people bread isn’t asking questions as to why people need bread in the first place.  Jesus didn’t want to turn rocks into bread and then relax in his Jacuzzi.

Jesus is saying no to simply feeding people and letting the rest of the world go by.

By saying no, Jesus is pointing to his own life as a new foundation to live.  And his words about wealth , about economic justice, about poverty, aren’t very comforting to some of us.

“Blessed are you who are poor.  Woe to you who are rich.  Blessed are you who hunger now.  Woe to you who are well fed now, for you will go hungry. ” Luke 6:20-21, 24-25.

Also worth noting here is that Jesus faced this temptation while he was hungry and sleeping outside.  Jesus was a poor carpenter.  Jesus was homeless.  Jesus didn’t go on winter vacations.  His life was not only one of solidarity with the poor, but of being poor.

This temptation is a question of bread.  But it’s also a question of poverty, economic justice, and how we live our lives.

The Temple

Let’s talk about the temple at the temple.

“Throw yourself off from the very top!  The angels will save you, and everyone will see you.”

Jesus responds that he’s not going to put God to the test.

I think the real temptation here is for Jesus to be the religious super hero.  He’d be an instant rock star, flying from the temple, with everyone trying to take a selfie of them with Jesus.  Beatle mania, Trudeau mania, Justin Bieber mania… that kind of thing.

The fact that it was the highest point of the temple is important here.  The temple was THE center of Jewish life in ways that we don’t really understand.  When we think of temple, we envision a big church.   A better comparison would be a big shopping mall covered in gold and silver.  There were 18,000 priests and lay leaders who worked at the temple, there were hundreds of animal sacrifices and other rituals occurring daily, and during festivals it would be the destination of almost 200,00 people.  This place was big and important.  Being hailed a hero at the temple meant that he would immediately be at the top of religious pecking order.  Jesus would be able to write a book and get millions for the movie rights.

And he says no.  That’s not how I’m going to role.  Why?

2 reasons.

  • The temple was where they interpreted and made Jewish law.  While their intent was good, by the time Jesus came around, it was kind of legalistic.    Some of the rules were missing the original intent.  By Jesus not becoming the rock star of the temple, he wasn’t giving validation to the existing structure.  Rather, he was proclaiming that “something greater than the temple is here,” (Matthew 12:6) – Him.
  • The 18,000 priests and lay leaders had a hierarchy to them, with only certain people being able to do certain roles, and certain parts of the temple only being accessible to certain kinds of people. By Jesus not being the top of this, he didn’t give validation to the existing classes of people.  Rather, he ended up rejecting most of them, and declared new heroes of the faith – The throwaways of institutionalized religion.  The sinners, the tax collectors, the prostitutes, the outsiders, the least of these… These are the new center pieces of the faith (Kraybill 72).

Jesus’ approach to religions wasn’t about maintaining order and rituals and hierarchy, but rather the lost, compassion for the poor, and love for all.

Mountain

Let’s talk about the mountain.

“Look at all the kingdoms of the world.  I can give it all to you.”

“Away from me Satan!  Worship the Lord your God and serve him only.”

On one hand, this temptation is clearly about us choosing to worship God and not idols, so we should stay away from those pesky golden calves and statues of God.

But on the other hand, this is about much, much, more than golden calves.  This is about power, and politics, and our approach to it.

Quite frankly, the devil was offering Jesus the chance to be Prime Minister, President, the king, the big cheese of the world.  He could be the benevolent ruler who brings peace and security to all through good government.  He could make lots of action plans to create jobs, grow the economy, protect our wealth, protect our freedoms, and stop enemies from harming us.

And he said… “No.”

Why would he do that?  Think of all the good he could have done!  Think of all the signs he could have put up by all the infrastructure projects.  Good jobs.  Good economy.  Good action plan.  Brought to you by Jesus, King of Kings.  Vote for Jesus!

Why would he say no?

Who’s offering him the Kingdoms?  The devil.  They’re his to give?  Luke’s version of this temptation uses even stronger language.

And the devil said to Jesus, “I will give you all their authority and splendor; it has been given to me, and I can give it to anyone I want to. If you worship me, it will all be yours.”  Luke 4:6-7

Just these verses deserve a sermon on its own, as does the mountain temptation, as we try to figure out how the devil got control of the kingdoms.  Who’s really in charge of our governments?  Who gives governments their power – God or Satan?  Was the devil lying?  When we vote in modern day democracies, are we participating in a system that the devil is running anyways?  And what about when politicians give thanks to God? Should they really be thanking the devil instead?   So many questions…

I’ll try to keep it simple.  I think the temptation on the mountain is the very real temptation that we can advance the Kingdom of God through political power, be it monarchies, democracies, or any other form of government.   Jesus says “no” to that, because there are insurmountable differences between the Kingdom of God and the Kingdom of this world.

(The following comes from Greg Boyd’s 5 differences between the Kingdom of God and the Kingdom of the World)

One Kingdom trusts in the sword.  The other trusts in the power of the cross.

One Kingdom is self-serving and seeks to control behaviour.    The other is self-sacrificing, and seeks to transform lives from the inside out.

One Kingdom is tribal, always is always defending one one’s own people group.  The other is universal, for it is centered on simply loving as God loves.

One Kingdom is tit-for-tat, and eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, and thus fights earthly battles.  Just listen to what our elected leaders say in the face of violence or terrorist attacks.  The other seeks to love their enemies and bless those who persecute it.

But the temptation is real, isn’t it?  “Think of all the good you can do.”   Even when we meet with our MP about murdered and missing indigenous women, and want them to do something, I remember that Jesus rejected the political power because there’s most likely a demonic element to it.

And I’m intentional about using the word “demonic”, because according to Matthew and Luke, the devil is somehow involved.  And also, when you consider history and reflect on the Indian Act, or Japanese Internment Camps, or Nutritional Experiment on First Nation children in Residential Schools, or Chinese immigration head taxes, or women not being allowed to vote, or billions of dollars to buy new military weapons while underfunding the mental health of military veterans, or refusing to sign arms  deals that keep weapons out of countries that violate human rights, or that our former Mennonite MP in Provencher gave the authority to use information acquired via torture, or that First Nation women have a murder rate 4 times higher than the rest of the population, to the simply dreadful and boorish behaviour of elected officials during Question Period, the word “demonic” seems to work quite well.  And that’s just Canada.  And we’ve been a democracy (albeit, sometimes incomplete) since the beginning.  We consider ourselves the good guys.

And Jesus said, “No.” My kingdom is not of this world.

Conclusion

I know I’m not being very fair this morning.  Jesus had 40 days to wrestle with these questions.  I had 2 weeks to prepare this.  I’ve given you 20 minutes this morning.

What kind of Messiah was Jesus going to be?  This was the big question of the temptations.  How was Jesus going to interact with the temptations of wealth, with religion, and with power.

I think it’s also a question that we can ask ourselves.

What kind of Jesus followers are we going to be?  How are we going to interact with temptations of wealth and religion and power? 

I’m going to end here this morning with 3 temptation questions for you to ponder.

Bread – How do Jesus’ harsh words about wealth make you feel?

Temple – Does our church building and budget reflect that we are for the lost, the poor, and love for all?

Mountain – Can governments love their enemies?  Does it matter?

These are hard questions, aren’t they?  I think that’s why they’re called temptations, and I think that’s why the devil asking them.

My hope and my prayer is that as followers of Jesus, we continually wrestle with our relationship to wealth, religion, and power.

Meeting with our MP about Murdered and Missing Indigenous Women

Our church is in a partnership with the church and community of Pauingassi First Nation.  We’ve tried to frame the partnership as seeking to build each other up, where we both bring gifts to the table to share.

Historically, relations between Indigenous and Settler communities have usually featured one side on the “giving end”, and one side on the “receiving end” (I’ll let you take a guess as to who’s who), with one side knowing what’s best for the other.  Given the vast cultural, language, and historical differences between our two communities, working towards an equal partnership is obviously a big challenge, but one that we intentionally are aware of and work at.

But this isn’t a post about our partnership with Pauingassi.  Rather, it’s a post about murdered and missing indigenous women.  What’s the connection?

Two fold.

  • As part of our partnership with Pauingassi, we now know many more indigenous people.  On one hand, this sounds as ridiculous as someone claiming that they know black people, or gay people, or people who don’t go to church.  But on the other hand, given that our church is located in Steinbach (which doesn’t have a high population of people who aren’t white), starting to know names and faces and stories of our indigenous neighours is a really important step.  As these friendships have grown, we’ve seen how violence against indigenous women negatively affects families and communities, and it brings us to tears.
  • Pauingassi is a fly-in reserve, so the cost to get there makes travel quite prohibitive. So from the beginning of our partnership we’ve known that many of us from Grace wouldn’t get the chance to go to Pauingassi, so working towards right relations with our neighbours will have to occur on multiple fronts.  We heard from a Metis woman that one of the ways we can do this is to be “Settler faces behind First Nations voices.”  So rather than us be the primary faces and voices of advocacy, our job is to walk with and support the indigenous voices that are already speaking.

Every October 4th, there are vigils across Canada to remember the murdered and missing indigenous Women.  They’re organized by a variety of groups, but the main one is the Native Women’s Association of Canada.  This year, a group of us from Grace Mennonite attended.  At the end of the vigil, they handed out postcards to everyone, asking us to send them to someone who can make a difference.  The postcards simply asked the receiver to do their part to ensure the safety of indigenous women.   I told one of the organizers that I am from a church, and that I would like a stack of postcards.  She looked at me a bit strangely as she handed over the postcards, but I reassured that we would do our part.

We brought the postcards to church and asked people to take one and sign it.  We ran out of postcards.

We thought about sending them to Stephen Harper, but we figured that he probably receives truckloads of mail a day that he never reads.  So, we followed our great democratic institution of elected representatives and handed the postcards to our local Member of Parliament, Ted Falk.  We also requested to meet with him so that we could be informed as to what the government IS doing about the high rate of murdered and missing indigenous women in Canada.

Stephen Harper himself said that the issue of murdered and missing Indigenous women isn’t high on his radar, plus we don’t have a large population of First Nations in our riding, so we weren’t really expecting our Conservative MP to agree to this meeting.

But much to our surprise, he said yes!  It was during working hours, so only five of us from Grace could make it, but the five of us did our best to represent our church, which we hope is doing its best to get behind the indigenous voices calling for a safer country.

The meeting itself was kind and cordial.  Ted more or less stuck to his talking points.  We asked questions.  He did his best to answer.  We talked about whether or not the funding was new money or old money, how it was distributed, the RCMP report, education on reserves, how one protects the wealth of a citizen when they don’t have wealth in the first place, a national enquiry, and few others things.  He answered what he could, and when he didn’t have an answer, he admitted that he didn’t know.

At one point, Ted commented that it seemed like First Nations didn’t like being told what to do, so it was hard to reach consensus with the federal government on action plans.  We agreed, but also pointed out nobody really likes being told what to do.  We also pointed out that many First Nations have a large level of mistrust in the federal government (ie.  residential schools, land claims, nutrition experiments on First Nation children, voting rights, the Indian Act, Kapyong Barracks, etc).   And then we wondered how we can work towards restoring that relationship.

(On a related note, for more information on walking in solidarity with host peoples, check out Mennonite Church Canada’s brochure:  Paths for Peacemaking with Host Peoples.  It’s great.)

We understand that this issue is large and hard to grasp, and that a small little church group spending thirty minutes with their MP probably isn’t going to have a drastic change on national policy (or on racism, sexism, and misogyny in general).  But we do feel that this meeting was part of our work towards ensuring the safety of indigenous women, of getting behind the First Nations voices that ARE speaking up, and also working towards right relationships between settler and indigenous peoples in Canada.

For more information on murdered and missing indigenous women in Canada, check out the information at the Native Women’s Association of Canada, Kairos Canada or Amnesty International.

Jesus and ISIS

Assyria, a big, bad, evil empire that was known for, amongst other things, skinning people alive, is on the doorstep of the Southern kingdom Judah, and Assyria sends a spokesperson to give them a warning.

He says the following:  Don’t let your king Hezekiah deceive you.  He won’t be able to save you.  Nor will your God.  Listen to the King of Assyria.  He will give you peace.  Or you will die.  Do you see all these lands before you?  We destroyed them all.  Their kings didn’t save them.  Their God’s didn’t save them.  They’re all now either our captives, or they’re dead. The choice is yours.  Get in line, or die.  (Isaiah 36:1-3, 13-20; 37:1-7).

This sounds an awful lot like another army that we know of, doesn’t it?

A group that has its eyes set on world domination.  A group that has used their own religion as motivation to expand their kingdom through violence, to recruit through propaganda, and to intimidate through gruesome, public executions, primarily beheadings, but also crucifixions.   A group that specifically targets Christians in their area.  The name of the group we are talking about is named… Rome.”  – Bruxy Cavey

“This was the state of affairs when the New Testament was written.  Rome set about to conquer the world, were terribly violent, people had to pronounce Cesar as Lord and Saviour, and they accepted no compromise.”  – Bruxy Cavey

There’s a Latin phrase for this:  It’s called Pax Romana, which means Roman Peace, or as I like to call it:  The choice is yours.  Convert, or die.

This is the world that Jesus was born into.  A world with real enemies, not just our neighbours whose dogs bark at all hours of the night, or people who vote differently than me.  Real enemies who might just hang you up on a cross to make a point.  The early church even recorded stories of Christians being use as torches for dinner parties for Roman emperors.

It’s in this context that Jesus taught us and shows us how to live.  So when Jesus says things like, “Love your enemy”, and “do to others as you would have them do to you”, he kind of knows what he’s talking about.

The first century world under Rome would be a similar context to what the world would be like if ISIS invaded the world, and won, and we were all living under their caliphate.  And it was in this context that the early church grew, expanded and shared a radical message of love.  – Bruxy Cavey

A question that has been batted around here, and in many other places, is this:  “What should we do about ISIS?  How do we respond to ISIS?  Should we be bombing ISIS?”

How we answer this question leads us to a fork in the road.  I’m going to go down one path, and then I’ll come back to the fork and go down the other, and then I’ll try to wrap it up.

“What should we do about ISIS?”  Well, let’s pull a Jesus and answer the question with another question. Who’s the “we” here?  Last time I checked, most of us here don’t have planes and bombs in our sheds, put away for the winter, so maybe let’s start off by talking about what you and I can do.  This is a church, where we as Christians ask the question:  “How can we follow Jesus?”

So, down this first path, lets’ say that it isn’t our job to get the government to act like Jesus, but that it’s our job to get the church to act like Jesus.  “That alone will keep us busy the rest of our lives.” – Bruxy Cavey

In the face of an oppressive, violent regime, what does Jesus tell his followers to do?

27 “But to you who are listening I say: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, 28 bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you…  31 Do to others as you would have them do to you. – Luke 6:27-31

There are no qualifications on these instructions.  It’s not, “Love your enemies, unless they’re coming to kill you. Then you can kill them.”  It’s not, “Do to others as you have them do to you, unless they’re doing really bad things.  Then what I just said doesn’t matter.”  This seems to be quite the unequivocal statement.

And even on the cross, after hours of suffering, what does Jesus say about his killers?

“Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing?” Luke 23:34

Or, as Miroslav Volf puts it nicely, “If you take the ‘love your enemy’ out of Christianity, you’ve ‘un-Christianed’ the Christian faith.”

And, to quote a bumper sticker that I find is a good reminder:  When Jesus said, “Love your enemies,” I think he probably meant don’t kill them.

Seems kind of ridiculous, doesn’t it?  Yeah.  But if it was common sense, then Jesus wouldn’t have had to say it, because everyone would have already known it (thanks Andrew Unger).

Loving your enemies probably sounded ridiculous to the disciples of Jesus as well.  But one of the best parts about who the disciples were is that Matthew was a tax collector for the Romans, and Peter was a zealot who was trying to violently overthrow the Romans.  These guys hated each other, they were from opposite sides, one was funding the Romans and the other thought the only good Roman was a dead Roman, and then Jesus goes tells them to do good to each other (He’s such a sneaky guy, that Jesus).

But since this is about you and I this morning, people trying to follow Jesus in our world, how do we love the soldier ISIS?  On a side note, do you see how we’ve even changed the question?  We went from “Should we bomb ISIS?  to “How do we love the soldiers of ISIS?”  I know this is a provocative question,but I don’t see how, if we confess Jesus as Lord and Saviour, we can NOT ask the question about how we love the soldiers of ISIS.

Well, the answer has a simple starting point.  We love them like we try to love everybody else.  Which, when they’re across the world, is quite difficult.  So, right now, my love for my enemies means that I pray for them.  That God can bless them.  And forgive them.  And help them to make better decisions.   And I pray for their families too.

Because, ultimately, I believe that we are all beloved children of God, and that we are all image bearers of God, and that our lives are worth more than the worst of our sins (this is also why I am against capital punishment, but I digress…).

Now, praying for my enemies isn’t easy.  I don’t exactly wake up in the morning excited to pray for ISIS.  I do it through clenched teeth sometimes.  Or at the very least I say, “God, this is hard.  Help me to pray for people whom I am trying not to hate.”

But there are a couple of other things that we, you and I, here this morning can do.  We can love our Islamic neighbours, which is quite funny, here in Steinbach, because we don’t necessarily have a lot of Islamic neighbours.  But, there are a few stories worth mentioning.

When I was in youth, 16 years ago, Phil took us all on a Islam Learning Tour.  We learned about Islam, and then went for a field trip to a mosque.  It was a wonderful event on building bridges, and I’ve led at least 3 more church groups to a mosque in the city to learn and understand this religion of over 1.5 billion people.  They’ve all been great experiences, and the Imams were more than happy to host to us.

But do you know what Phil did after 9/11?  He sent our new friends at the mosque a card in the mail, saying how that no matter what happens over the next little while, we are praying for them and that we still consider them our friends.

Churches in Chicago did similar things after 9/11.  They set up night-watch crews around local mosques to prevent them from vandalism.

And then this happened in Cold Lake Alberta right after the shooting at Parliament Hill.

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And then this happened.  Isn’t it wonderful?

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But there’s more that you and I can do this morning. We can support the peace building work of organizations like Christian Peace Maker Teams, which seek to bring together people and develop peace building skills.  It takes a lot of money, and a lot of time, but it seeks to empower people to solve conflicts non-violently before they get out of hand, or give people the healing and resources to rebuild their communities after trauma has occurred.  (Visit Christian Peacemaker Teams for more information.  They’re awesome because of who they believe Jesus is.)

We can also support the work of organizations that help resettle refugees.  Right now, there are more refugees on the planet than we’ve ever seen before.  This is not out of the realm of possibilities for us here.

And we keep praying.  Even when it’s hard.    And when we can’t pray any more, we ask God for help.

Because Jesus tells his followers to love their enemies, even if they’re doing horrible acts of violence.

Now let’s back up and go to the fork in the road. We asked the question:  “How do we respond to ISIS?”  We went down the path of “We” being the church.

What about the “We” as kind, compassionate, well-meaning, tax-paying, voting Canadians who care about suffering in the world?

Is it our job to encourage the government to act like Jesus?

Well, I don’t have a good answer.  But I have some wonderings and thoughts that will hopefully be helpful.

There are Christians in Canada who want a caliphate as well.  Actually, many of us do.  Some of us want the government to make laws that follow traditional Christian understandings about abortion, same-sex marriage, and whether or not we can pray in schools, because we think those are important.  Others of us don’t really care what the government does with those things.  But still others of us want the government to work to reduce the number of murdered and missing indigenous women, we want the government to create tax policies that are beneficial to low-income families, and we want the government to spend a bit less money on fighter jets and bombing people and more money on health care, because we believe that Jesus tells us to care about the those who need it the most.  And others of us don’t what the government does about those things.

I think when we seek to engage the government, we’re all trying to shape how the country will be run.  But here’s the thing.  There is ZERO support for this in our New Testament.  Jesus was offered all the kingdoms of this world by Satan, and he declined that kind of power.  Nowhere does it say that the church should tell Rome how to do its business.  Paul wasn’t writing letters on change.org to Rome asking them to be less violent.   The early church wasn’t knocking on doors to get their political party in power.  Nothing in our New Testament is written assuming that Christians will have any power, other than love.

But as someone who is fiercely political, and believes that government can make a positive difference in the lives of its people, I don’t know what to do with this yet.  Maybe a good place to start would be trying to engage government to work for the common good of everyone.

The common good of everyone.  Sounds nice.  But even that’s loaded.  Who is everyone?  And whose defines what’s good?

Well, we may think that a good starting point should be us doing something about ISIS because of all the innocent people they’ve killed.

You’re right.  They have killed a lot of people.  It’s remarkably hard to pin down a number, but the best estimates I could find on the internet were between ten and thirty thousand people.

Which is horrible.

But how many of us know that since 1998, 5 million people have died in a conflict in the Congo, and in ways just as or far more gruesome, than ISIS is doing?  Someone who I consider quite well read told me:  Wow.  Because of ISIS, I now know of the war in the Congo!  5 million people, and our government in Canada has generally done … nothing.   (Read this by Neil Macdonald from CBC.  Seriously, do.)

And so, when I read politicians speak about Canada bombing ISIS, and how we have to go to war to stop this evil, and how God calls us to use violence to defend the cause of the weak and the needy, and God bless Canada, and how Canada is a good guy going out to stop the bad guys, I ask:  What about the Congo?  Because we’ve done pretty much nothing (Let alone all the other conflicts in the world…).

But then I’m a jerk for asking a question that challenges the accepted narrative.  Plus, there’s less oil in the Congo.

One might say, “But there are still these atrocities going on in Iraq!  If we can’t stop every conflict, maybe we can stop this one!”

But… Can we really stop violence with violence?

My friend from Christian Peacemaker Teams, who spends 6 months of the year in Iraqi Kurdistan, told me two weeks ago:  “I truly believe that bombs create more terrorists.”

“Of course, we will object that we have higher standards–that we would never resort to beheading. But a child is just as dead if she’s the collateral damage of a drone strike as she would be if she were executed in front of a camera.  Their violence is an echo of our own.” – Jonathon Wilson-Hartgrove

Well now that’s depressing, isn’t it?

So is the fact that this conflict is rooted in hundreds of years of history that most of us don’t know, that some of the weapons ISIS is using are American, that ISIS is a direct result of Western intervention, that almost all of the war lobbyists are funded by the military industrial complex, that some of Canada’s allies when we were bombing Libya didn’t hand in their weapons when the fighting was over and are now using those weapons in ISIS against civilians, plus a city in Libya, and country that Canada helped “liberate” from Gaddafi , has now declared itself for ISIS, plus the fact that 3000 of the soldiers in ISIS have come from Tunisia, and most of us couldn’t even find Tunisia out on a map, and at this point, I truly, truly, am starting to question whether violence can actually solve violence.  Especially when it’s well meaning elected politicians from North America making those decisions. (Read this article by Nahlah Ayed from the CBC)  (Plus, I know that I have read all these somewhere but can’t find the sources right now.  If I’m wrong, please let me know and I’ll fix the information).

Can violence truly stop violence?  Or does it just create more?

Often, the burden of proof is on the pacifist, saying:  Well, your little pie-in-the-sky hippy idea of love and peace doesn’t work in the real world.

Here’s a short video to show you a short video that actually leads me to believe that the burden of proof isn’t on the pacifist, but rather on those that see violence as a legitimate means to an end.

(Seriously.  Watch the video.   It’s less than 100 seconds).

Well that’s depressing, isn’t it?  But trust me guys.  This time it’ll work.  Really?  Fool me once, shame on me.  Fool me twice, shame on you.  What about the 4th time?  We don’t even have a saying for the 4th time.

I mean, surely if you gave some really smart Iraqi pacifists 25 years, access to trillions of dollars, all the capacities and infrastructure of Western armies, the green light to sacrifice thousands of soldiers lives and hundreds of thousands of civilians lives, they could probably come up with something that would look better than the mess we have today in Iraq, couldn’t they?  Would it be any worse?

But no government will ever give them the chance, will they?  Because giving someone that much access to human and capital resources is insane.  Which kind of proves my point that the burden of proof shouldn’t be on the pacifists, but rather those that choose violence as a means to an end, and that war is a monstrous failure of imagination.  – Adrienne Rich

So what are we to do about ISIS?

I talked about you and I, the church, and the Jesus way of love.  And I talked about you and I, as compassionate tax-paying Canadians who vote, and challenged the idea that violence can really stop violence.

So where does that leave us?

Last week, Mel reminded us that we, as humans, are the same before we are different.  And part of the reason why we have all the evil and violence and hatred in our world is because we forget that we are the same before we are different. We see others, and we start pointing fingers, we get angry, we get frustrated, we accuse, we blame, we separate the world into us and them, and we react to the world around us out of fear.

Something the monk Thomas Merton wrote years ago has stuck with me:

 “Instead of hating the people you think are war-makers, hate the appetites and disorder in your own soul, which are the causes of war. If you love peace, then hate injustice, hate tyranny, hate greed – but hate these things in yourself, not in another.”

If you try to pray for ISIS, pay attention to that hesitancy inside of you.  Isn’t it remarkable that we’re averse to simply praying for somebody?

This starting point to loving anybody else – our family, people we go to church with, our neighbours, our enemies, those who choose violence and hatred – The starting point has to always be ourselves.  Otherwise, I really believe that we risk becoming what we hate.

And when we ask God for healing for our own hatred and cruelty – I think we’re on the right path to the Mountain of God that Isaiah speaks of.

In the face of the mighty Assyrian army, Isaiah looks with anticipation to a time where we will learn to walk in the ways of the Lord, where we will beat our swords into ploughshares, and we will not train for war anymore.

Amen.

I got a lot of this (even word for word) from Bruxy Cavey at the Meeting House.  You can listen to his sermon here.

And if you want some more thought provoking reads on Jesus and ISIS and non-violence, click here and here and here and here and here.

Doilies, First Dates, and the Big Bad Wolf

The following is a short sermon based on Joshua 24:1-15


“As for me and my household, we will serve the Lord.”

This is a bit of a rally call, isn’t it?  It gets people excited.  It reinforces loyalty.  We declare allegiances.

And then we end up putting this Bible verse on doilies and cross stitches and bumper stickers and status updates.

This phenomenon of the rally call isn’t unique to faith only, though.  We have rally calls for all sorts of things.

As for me and my household, we will cheer for the Blue Bombers.

As for me and my household, we will drive Hondas.

As for me and my household, we will drink fair trade coffee from Ten Thousand Villages.

Basically, I just described my life there in a series of rally calls.  I drive a Honda, drink fair trade coffee from Ten Thousand Villages, and cheer for the Blue Bombers.

Rally calls are meant to be short, catchy, and build up support.  They’re really not supposed to lead us to asking questions.

Like the question “Why?”

Why do I cheer for the Bombers? Especially when they haven’t won the Grey Cup for 25 years?  They’re our local team, it’s fun to go to games and boo the refs, plus both my Dad and Grandpa are faithful Bomber fans, so I am contributing to the Penner legacy of True Blue.

Why do I only drive Hondas?  Well, in my experience, they drive well, and don’t break down.  Although sometimes I do miss my 1994 Ford Tempo.

Why do I drink fair trade coffee?  Well, I don’t mind paying a bit more at the till to ensure that farmers are paid a fair wage and can better provide opportunities for their families.

Those reasons don’t make very good slogans or catch phrases or rally cries, do they?

But I’m okay with that, because talking about my first car, and farmers providing for their families, and my dad and my grandpa going to Bomber games with me… it all  brings a bit of a tear to my eye.

It’s those stories, the important ones that have shaped my life and explain why I do what I do… Those are the important stories.  Sure, we have rally calls. But what’s underneath them is what’s important.

It’s the same with the rally call we read in Joshua 24.  “As for me and my household will serve the Lord.”  Sure, we put that verse on doilies and on the backs of T-Shirts, but it’s the “Why?” behind the statement that’s the important one.

Why do you and your household serve the Lord?

Well, that’s a really good question, isn’t it?  Why? Why do you serve the Lord?  Why are you here, sitting on uncomfortable pews?  Why are you here singing songs that were written hundreds of years ago?  Why do you give money to church?  Why do you serve the Lord?

Let’s go back to the text and ask the same question.  Why does Joshua declare that he is going to serve the Lord?

Because he remembered.  He remembered God.  He remembered all that God has done for his people.

Joshua remembered that it was God who took Abraham from his land and promised him that he’d make him a people, and that he’d bless them so they could bless the world.

Joshua remembered how God had led his people out of slavery in Egypt, and how they had crossed the Red Sea.

Joshua remembered how God led them through the wilderness, and brought them to a new land to live.

Joshua remembered all these life changing encounters with God over the centuries.

He remembered them so well, that when he was giving this speech, he gathered all the leaders at Shechem, which is a place that probably means nothing to most of us.   But every time the Bible names a place that’s hard to say, it’s probably named for a reason, and if we go back a few Sundays, we find that we mentioned the place of Shechem here before.

It was the place where God showed Abraham the land his descendants were going to get, the land where God was going to bless them so they could be a blessing to the world.  Shechem, to Joshua is like that ice cream place where had your first date with your partner.  Shechem is like that movie you watched where you first held hands.  Shechem is like the first house you bought.  Shechem, is like seeing your picture on the wall at the curling club for being Men’s League Champs.  It’s this place that oozes memories.  It’s screaming out “Remember what happened here!”

And isn’t that what we do every Thanksgiving?  We take a moment and reflect on all the things to be thankful for?  When all my siblings and cousins are gathered around the table, I always make sure that we go around the table and make everyone say what they’re thankful for. IMG_4500

My sister in law did this a craft with my 2 year old nephew this week, and they wrote down the things they’re thankful for.  He said family, friends, snakes, Opa, and the Big Bad Wolf, and he only needed some prompting from his mother for the family and friends part.

We pause, we reflect, and we remember.  And when we do this, it changes how we see the world moving forward.  It roots us in something deeper and something more important than just the necessary day to day activities we do to live.  When we pause, reflect, and remember, it changes how we see the world.

This is what Joshua was doing.  He was remembering the stories of God’s faithfulness.  And when he remembered, when he looked back, he came up with this nugget:

“As for me and my household, we will serve the Lord.”

Why do you serve the Lord?

My hope, and my prayer, is that somewhere, somehow, in your life, you have encountered God.   That somewhere in your journey, you have experienced the depth of God’s love.  A moment of awe.  An experience of unbelievable grace.  A flicker of peace.  That you have felt God’s love deep in the marrow of your bones.

We’re here, because somewhere, somehow, sometime, God encountered us.  And in that encounter, we found life. Life to the fullest.  Life at its best.   Life as it could be.

One of my favourite authors, Mark Yaconelli, says that “We, in the church, are connoisseurs of life.  You know what it means it be alive.  That’s why there’s humour here. That’s why playfulness here.  That’s why there’s praise and stories and music and prayer here.  All the capacities of the human being are invited into this place, because that’s who we are…. We’re living human beings who carry the image of God. And that’s the gift that we bring to the world.”

We have this encounter with God, this experience with God’s love… it’s this that propels us into the future, full of life.  We live our lives out of gratitude to God.

This is our remembering.  This is our story.  This is our rally call.  Me and my household, we’re going to the serve the Lord, because we’ve experienced God’s love.  We should put this on a doily or cross stitch or bumper sticker.

I’m going to end my part this morning, before we sing, by getting us to simply sit in silence for about 60 seconds.  And as we sit, I’d encourage you to ask yourself the question:

Why do you serve the Lord?

And if you come across a story, just smile and enjoy it.

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