Thursday, March 7, 2013

The Misappropriation of Legalism

I get into some pretty lively arguments with my pastor friends and colleagues at times.

Which should not be surprising.  After all, I'm a stubborn, sarcastic whippersnapper, and pastors as an occupation tend to be inflicted with terrifically disproportionate amounts of self-righteousness and arrogance.  I mean, have you ever noticed that the version of God we preach always tends to be some idealized, perfected version of our own belief system and worldview?

After all...as Annie Lamott wrote, if we thought our opinions were wrong, we'd get different opinions.

But I'll be honest--I have been struggling with this one lately--the nature of God's grace.

Now, I'm what I consider to be pretty orthodox for Protestant pastors--I do believe in the sola gratia ("by grace alone") concept, which is to say that our salvation is made possible only because God is grace-filled and merciful: there is nothing we can do to merit that sort of grace and mercy.

But I also think that God does take account of our deeds--our "works" to use the theological term--when weighing our souls at whatever wacky-ass End Times brouhaha that He has got in store for us.

In other words--I don't think we are saved by faith alone (sola fide).  Faith in God isn't enough.  If anything, I think if God could only wrench one or the other from our selfish little hearts, I truly wonder if He would rather us do good things because faith by itself doesn't do a whole lot of good for your neighbor...after all, as James writes, "If a brother or sister is naked and lacks daily food, and one of you says to them, "Go in peace; keep warm and eat your fill," and yet you do not supply their bodily needs, what is the good of that?" (2:16, NRSV)

Put differently--I'm honestly convinced that God is not so self-absorbed that He would want our praise of Him to come at the expense of our doing ill to one another.

Yet that is exactly what I often see happening in ministry, all in the name of some mystical magical, fantastical, fictional deity of infinite grace.

If God's grace and your faith are enough to save you, then why do so many of my colleagues care if you are in a gay or lesbian relationship?

If God's grace and your faith are enough to save you, then why do we care about what music you listen to, or what movies you watch?

If God's grace and your faith are enough to save you, then why should we care if you are a Republican, a Democrat, or neither of the above?  Yet still we do.

If God's grace and your faith are enough to save you, then why do we condemn fundamentalist Islamic communities for their suppression of women and children, yet many of our churches refuse to ordain or give a vote to women?  More to the point, we condemn legalism when it isn't OUR version of legalism.  Because our legalism is somehow justified.

If God's grace and your faith are enough to save you...well, you get the idea by now.

I'm baffled by how we can say that no amount of deeds or works can help you in the eyes of God, and then turn around and demand that you, our congregants, live a certain way in accordance with certain rules.

We can have one or the other.  I'm honestly not sure how we can have both.  And to pre-empt the response of "if you aren't doing works, it wasn't really faith to begin with:" that's basically conceding my point.  After all, as James writes, faith without works is dead (2:17, 26).

If we demand works, deeds, or adherence to certain rules from our followers, then I think we have abandoned the precept that we are saved by faith alone.

And I'm not saying that's a bad thing at all--just that we should call a spade a spade and label it for what it is: a community holding one another in accountability before God.

Yours in Christ,
Eric

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Imago Dei

Yesterday was a very emotional day for me, revolving around a singular concern.

One of my buddies from collegiate debate publicly came out as bisexual, and almost at the same time, a Disciples colleague and friend of mine wrote an incredibly poignant and moving testimony on her blog about how she became an advocate of same-sex equality (seriously, her story should be required reading for anyone wrestling with how they feel about GLBTQ equality, and I praise her for the courage to share it).

And all of this is in the midst of me explaining this to my (extremely understanding!) regional minister as our denomination goes through some of these same pains.

Of course, all of this had to get kicked off with Frank Bruni at the New York Times writing a very emotional column about the support (and lack thereof) of families, friends, and churches as well for gays and lesbians.

So, holy cow.

I am extremely proud of both my buddy for the courage to publicly own his identity, and and of our wide circle of mutual friends for their reaction.  As of this writing, over 275 people have 'liked' his announcement that he came out, where he simply began with:

The days of hating myself for who I am are behind me.

Hating myself is behind me.

Self-hatred is behind me.

It reminded me of what Jesus says to Peter when Peter protests Jesus' prophecy that He will be tried and executed: "Get behind me, Satan!"

Satan works in many ways in our world, but self-hatred has to be one of his and most terrible and powerful agents of evil.  Because of self-hatred, people are driven to harm, mutilate, neglect, and even actively kill themselves.  And a disproportionate share of people who have done so--especially young people--have been GLBTQ.

And we enable that evil--we spread that evil, in fact--every time we do not meet someone's courage in coming out with our love and our support.

I don't care what you think about same-sex marriage.  I really don't.  This goes beyond the political question to basic caritas, to basic love.

For Paul writes that faith, hope, and love abide.  But the greatest of these is love.

And whatever you may think about someone's right to marry, or to obtain civil union status, or anything of that sort, we are holding peoples' lives in our hands when they come out to us because those people are asking us to love them as they are.

What a wonderful privilege.

What a colossal responsibility.

And what a crucial obligation of ours to squander neither the privilege or the responsibility.

As a Christian pastor, one who believes in Scripture and what it teaches as the inspired Word of God, I simply say this to my gay and lesbian friends, neighbors, and brothers and sisters in Christ:

Be as you are.  Be as you were made--fearfully and wonderfully so by God Almighty.

Be as the imago dei--the image of God--that you are, and know that God will love you.

Yours in Christ, from someone in the church who believes in you,
Eric

Sunday, March 3, 2013

This Week's Sermon: "The Sacred Man"

Luke 15:11-19


11 Jesus said, “A certain man had two sons. 12 The younger son said to his father, ‘Father, give me my share of the inheritance.’ Then the father divided his estate between them. 13 Soon afterward, the younger son gathered everything together and took a trip to a land far away. There, he wasted his wealth through extravagant living. 14 “When he had used up his resources, a severe food shortage arose in that country and he began to be in need. 15 He hired himself out to one of the citizens of that country, who sent him into his fields to feed pigs. 16 He longed to eat his fill from what the pigs ate, but no one gave him anything.17 When he came to his senses, he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired hands have more than enough food, but I’m starving to death! 18 I will get up and go to my father, and say to him, “Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. 19  I no longer deserve to be called your son. Take me on as one of your hired hands.” ’ (CEB)

“Loss, Mercy, and Redemption: The Luke 15 Parables,” Week Three

A couple of years ago, my childhood pastor, Holly McKissick, told me the story of a war journalist who did a tour of work in Afghanistan during our current war there, and how this journalist was staying with her husband in the home of a native Afghani farmer.  This farmer could see how tense, how on edge this couple was to be doing their work in the middle of a years-old war zone, so after dinner, he spoke to them and offered to have one of his sons stand guard outside their room while they slept.  This son could not have been more than 12 or 13, but took to the job with such enthusiasm that the couple felt they couldn’t refuse without causing offense.  And so she agreed to be “protected” by this underaged guard who, if the world were truly just, would be spending his time with toys and books rather than with weapons of war.

Late that night, this journalist hears a noise, she wakes up, and goes to crack open the door, and she sees this little boy, leaned up against a giant rifle, fast asleep.  She turns back, returns to her room, and falls back asleep.  And in the morning, the boy offers them breakfast and excitedly asks her something—she turns to her translator, and the translator simply says, “He wants to know if you think he was a good bodyguard.”

And what goes unspoken in this story from our vantage point—as Westerners with different expectations of law and order and of what it means to crash on your buddy’s couch for the weekend—is that where there is not a reliable and dependable local civil police force, you must rely  on your own family to protect you.  This boy was treating this foreign woman and her husband like family.  And it is something that the boy who turns into the prodigal son can only dream of in a similar far away land of ill fortune and unimaginable loneliness.

With Lent as a new season in the church’s worship calendar, you may notice a few things different—we hang purple, we draw the curtains on our baptistry’s portrait of Jesus, and, naturally, we begin another sermon series.  This sermon series takes us through the 40 days of Lent to Holy Week—the week of Palm Sunday, Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, and Easter Sunday that is the most important time in the Christian calendar (yes, I dare say, more important than Christmas!).  And Lent traditionally is meant to be a time of reflection and repentance as we do some even more intensive-than-usual soul-searching in preparation for what will eventually be the empty tomb.  And so we’ll be using this year’s Lenten season to walk verse-by-verse through the three parables that make up the fifteenth chapter of Luke’s Gospel: the parable of the lost sheep, the parable of the lost coin, and the parable of the prodigal son.  These stories all have a common theme of being “lost and found,” so to speak, but there is a much larger dimension at work here—Jesus is telling these parables to the scribes and Pharisees—as Luke writes, “Now all the tax collectors and sinners were coming near to listen to Him.  And the Pharisees and the scribes were grumbling and saying, “This fellow welcomes sinners and eats with them.””  And what Jesus is responding with, in so many words is, “Yes, because it isn’t just about you!”

This is one of the most famous, well-loved, well-known, well-everythinged parables that Jesus ever tells, and yet you’ll only find it here, in Luke 15!  It’s one of those things that I have no idea why the other Gospel writers didn’t include, like John’s account of the raising of Lazarus.

Because the parable of the prodigal son does, I think, speak to the worst in each of us, that which we are perhaps not willing to admit we ever possess, but which, for some of us, we likely act on at one time or another—and that is, quite simply, taking those whom we love for granted, to the point of no longer seeing any need for them in our lives.

It is what this son does by asking his father for his inheritance.  In doing this, he is saying that his father has no worth to him aside from his inheritance and that he would, in fact, rather have the inheritance than have his father.  He is, in a sentence, saying he’d prefer if his father were dead.

And here’s our first hint of grace—the father, instead of taking this for the horrific insult that it is and throwing his son out, actually accedes to his son’s wish, gives him his inheritance, and sends him on his way.  You have to think it was one of the hardest things this father has ever had to do.

Because of this, we should not be so surprised when we are told that we should think of this father as God Himself.  But who we should think of as the prodigal may surprise us a bit.

In ancient Roman law—bear in mind that Israel is occupied by Rome during the time of Jesus—there was a concept called the homo sacer.  Literally, it translates in English to “the sacred man,” but there really was nothing we would think of as very sacred about it.  The homo sacer is an outlaw, a person set apart from their community who lives outside the protection of the law—they can be killed, and their killer can never be charged with murder.

The ancient Greek language has a term for this kind of a life—they called it “the bare life,” and when you think about it, the name fits.  Stripped of everything  you might have once had, built up only to be brought down to nothing, it is a life bare of any other preconceptions, any other protections, any other sense of hope.  And that is the life of the prodigal son where we leave him.

Consider this—we probably think this son could not return home because it was a financial impossibility.  But it was almost as surely a societal impossibility as well.  How could he expect to be welcomed back home after insulting his father—the source of his livelihood and protection—the way that he did at the outset of the story?  Even if the son had not squandered his inheritance, he still likely would have never thought he could see home again.

 And that’s the sort of vulnerability and loneliness that Jesus is talking about to the Pharisees on behalf of the tax collectors and the other sinners.  These are people who are living a bare life, stripped and devoid of any other means of enjoyment precisely because they’re known as sinners.  And—hold onto your hats here—I would venture a guess to say that part of the reason Jesus is championing them so in this chapter is because more than anybody else could, He gets it.

We know that Jesus, as the divine Word, the Logos in John 1, is God made flesh, God who became human and lived with us.  And Paul writes in Philippians 2—he cites a poem, in fact—that Jesus, though being made of the same stuff as God, empties himself of this divine substance and takes the form of a human, the form of a slave, even, Paul says, so that His mission and ministry might be fulfilled.  And Jesus fulfills this mission and ministry without the protection of Roman law, either—indeed, the law instead acts to execute Jesus in order to end that ministry.

What if Jesus was the original “sacred man?”  What if Jesus was the original prodigal?

Would that change how we treat the vulnerable people in our lives?

Return to the little boy bodyguard and his story.  How did he treat the prodigal in his life, the sacred person who came to his homeland where there was no such protection of the law?

Would we be so willing to offer that to the prodigal, to the set apart people in our lives today?

More to the point, would we be so willing as to offer that to Jesus if He showed up tomorrow?  After all...as it is written in Hebrews, there are those who, by welcoming complete strangers, have unknowingly welcomed in angels.

Put a different way, when Jesus says, “Whatever you do to the least of these, you do to me,” this is what he’s talking about.  This prodigal son has become the least and the lost, and Jesus is saying, even in all His righteousness and glory and divinity, “I still identify with the prodigal.”

If you have been following along in this series, you’ll know that I’m pretty big on discerning which character represents whom in this trilogy of parables, and on face, yes, the prodigal represents our real-life prodigals—the sinners and the outcasts.  But the prodigal also represents Jesus.  Consider this: Jesus, in Paul’s words, takes the form of a slave, and He went to the ritually unclean—to the sick and the leprous, to the women and the blind, even to the dead to raise them.  And the son is eventually hired out to feed the ritually unclean: a herd of pigs!

And both will eventually seek a way out from their lots in life by returning to their father—the prodigal, as we know, is actually able to do so, but at Gethsemane, when Jesus speaks to God and begs Him to take the cup of poison away, Jesus instead surrenders to the machinations of the world that necessitate His death by crucifixion.

But look at how this part of the story ends—the prodigal does not think he can return to his father as his father—he thinks he can only return to his father as a prospective employee, so disgraced does he believe he has become.

How many such prodigals do you know who ask if God could ever, ever love them?  Have you ever felt that way yourself?

If your answer to either question is “yes,” then God has good news for you.

You will be welcomed home.

Thanks be to God.  Amen.

Rev. Eric Atcheson
Longview, Washington
March 3, 2013

Thursday, February 28, 2013

Letters from the Soul: This Month's Newsletter Column

(plus what's coming up on the blog in terms of sermons!)


“The Young Rebirth”

Dear Church,

I’ll end the suspense now—yes, I will be making cracks about how convenient it is this year that Easter falls on March 31 rather than on April 1—April Fool’s Day.  I mean, can you imagine how that would go today?

“We will now stand and sing our traditional Easter-day hymn, “Christ the Lord is Risen Today”…psyche!  Just kidding, April Fool’s!  He’s not back yet!”  At which point I’m imagining a giant shepherd’s crook appears and yanks the offending pastor offstage.

It’s the ultimate April Fool’s joke on the world, though—this world with all its evils and injustices that put Jesus Christ through two sham trials and promptly executed Him.  It’s God’s way of saying that we cannot, and will not, have the last word when it comes to eternal life.

In other words, it’s why we have the Resurrection.

And I have been so, so heartened at the resurrection I have been seeing here at FCC.  And not just in the by-the-book measures like giving and worship attendance, but by the enthusiasm with which all of you have dove into each new project designed to add life to our church, including this most recent project: restarting a youth group!

That’s right—beginning at noon on Saturday, March 30, and continuing on Saturdays thereafter, we will be hosting an hour-long youth (that is, teenagers) gathering in the two game rooms upstairs in the main building.  I want to thank all of you who have helped revamp those rooms and have stepped up to act as adult sponsors for our new youth group!

This is a major step in the continued rebirth of our vaunted, valuable church community, and I am excited to have it take hold.  Any and all teenagers are warmly invited: Saturdays at noon!

Yours in Christ,
Pastor Eric

Also pasted below are the sermons for March for you to  follow along with, which includes the remaining sermons of our current "Loss, Mercy, and Redemption" sermon series + Palm Sunday and Easter!  Looking forward to it all! -E.A.

March 3: “The Sacred Man,” Luke 15:11-19
March 10: “…And Was Moved,” Luke 15:20-24
March 17: “Two Sons,” Luke 15:25-32
March 24 (Palm Sunday): “Stones of Silence, Stones of Speech,” Luke 19:29-40
March 31 (Easter Sunday): “Idle Tales of Immortality,” Luke 24:1-12

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Two Ways of Having a "Canon Within a Canon"

My Tuesday morning Bible Study (where I'm about to go hang out in a little bit, actually) uses a commentary series as a foundation for our discussion and curriculum (as opposed to the Wednesday night Bible Study, where I pretty much concoct something myself).  The commentaries themselves aren't bad.  Now, they do tend to skew more conservative in theology than I'd prefer, and they make some assumptions about historicity that I'd just as soon wish they didn't, but by and large, the commentaries do their job of providing some context and offering a springboard for dialogue.

Except when they don't.

We're working through the Gospel of John in the Tuesday class, and it's really quite good.  John is probably the Gospel I have the deepest knowledge base on (thanks to one of the best classes I ever took in seminary), and I have had a lot of fun and joy in sharing some of that perspective here.

But for the sake of intellectual diversity (and also because I can sometimes be a deranged crank of a minister when I've had too much or too little coffee), I have to admit I've been questioning the commentaries we use, because they skip entire chapters of the Gospel of John (5 and 7), and gloss over chunks of some other chapters.

Now, for all I know, things like that were editorial changes for space or expediency (after all, this a commentary designed to be read in one quarter of the year, that is, in only 13 weeks...and John is 21 chapters long), but nevertheless, it is the most recent demonstration of that little annoying, omnipresent thing that I keep encountering in my ministry, and that I have written about here:

We all have a canon within a canon.

Typically, I've seen that canon within a canon in two ways: one is that we simply like some books of the Bible more than others.  I definitely fall into that camp.  I tend to gravitate towards the Gospels (seems like an obvious thing to say, but you'd be surprised how rarely some pastors preach from them), and I tend to prefer the letters of John and James over the letters of Paul.  I tend to love the Old Testament story books (Genesis, 1 and 2 Samuel, 1 and 2 Kings, etc), but I scratch my head at a lot of the Old Testament law books (Leviticus, Deuteronomy, parts of Exodus).  And as for the prophets...well, that's a Biblical knuckleball if ever there was one.

The other way I see the "canon within a canon" mentality is the way of these sorts of commentaries: emphasizing certain parts of a book or passage over other parts of that same book or passage.  It's things like skipping over passages of books you're commenting on.  It's things like proof texting--taking one verse out of context to make it mean something artificially.

And if I'm honest, it's the second kind I'm realizing that I'm having a harder time understanding in my ministry, because it frustrates me much more.  I'm not sure why.  But it somehow feels hypocritical, like our way of saying, "Yep, this book is the inerrant word of God.  But these parts are all more inerrant than the rest of it."  I see pastors who claim to "offer the whole counsel of God" do anything but that. They offer the counsel of God that they agree with.

And that gets under my skin, perhaps because I tend to be more frequently guilty of that first kind of a "canon within a canon" mentality, and this is my own hypocrisy showing through.

But it's a weakness which my vocation must address, if we are to reclaim the moral authority that has slowly been slipping away from us as my generation comes to see us more and more as Jesus saw the Pharisees: hypocrites who strained out a gnat and swallowed a camel.

Do you agree?  Disagree?  Why or why not?

Off to Bible Study!

Yours in Christ,
Eric

Sunday, February 24, 2013

This Week's Sermon: "Kjeragbolten"

Luke 15:8-10

8 “Or what woman, if she owns ten silver coins and loses one of them, won’t light a lamp and sweep the house, searching her home carefully until she finds it? 9 When she finds it, she calls together her friends and neighbors, saying, ‘Celebrate with me because I’ve found my lost coin.’ 10 In the same way, I tell you, joy breaks out in the presence of God’s angels over one sinner who changes both heart and life.” (CEB)



“Loss, Mercy, and Redemption: The Luke 15 Parables:” Week Two

It sounds crazy.  Like something that could only be cooked up in today’s era of internet sensations and Youtube.  And it kind of is.  But it’s also fantastic: one man and his camera traveling around the entire world just so that he could dance with all kinds of people in all kinds of places.  And for perhaps his greatest exploit on this worldwide project of choreography, I could do no better than to set the scene for this story by quoting the man himself, Matt Harding:

At some point during the last ice age, the Kjeragbolten rock became wedged between the two faces of a chasm some one thousand meters above the water in the fjords of Norway.  There is nothing man-made holding it in place.  It just got stuck.  Several millennia later, I was emailed a photo of the place.  I knew I had to dance there…

There is no net under the Kjeragbolten.  There is a considerable amount of wind channeled into the chasm.  And it was snowing, so the Kjeragbolten’s curved surface was wet and slippery.  I’d been traveling for six months by that point.  I was only a few days from flying home.  The project had taken on great meaning to me.  I believed the universe, or some unspecified entity sitting at its controls, wanted the video to happen, and was keeping an eye on me at least until I got the job done.

I believed the universe wanted me out there on that rock…Dancing on the Kjeragbolten is the most dangerous thing I’ve ever done…But if I hadn’t done it, it wouldn’t be the same video, and I wouldn’t quite be the same person.

And so say we all.  After the most harrowing thing we have experienced, we would not, we could not, possibly be the same person afterwards.  There are moments that are truly life-altering precisely because that livelihood hangs in the balance, like a rock with nothing underneath it.

With Lent as a new season in the church’s worship calendar, you may notice a few things different—we hang purple, we draw the curtains on our baptistry’s portrait of Jesus, and, naturally, we begin another sermon series.  This sermon series takes us through the 40 days of Lent to Holy Week—the week of Palm Sunday, Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, and Easter Sunday that is the most important time in the Christian calendar (yes, I dare say, more important than Christmas!).  And Lent traditionally is meant to be a time of reflection and repentance as we do some even more intensive-than-usual soul-searching in preparation for what will eventually be the empty tomb.  And so we’ll be using this year’s Lenten season to walk verse-by-verse through the three parables that make up the fifteenth chapter of Luke’s Gospel: the parable of the lost sheep, the parable of the lost coin, and the parable of the prodigal son.  These stories all have a common theme of being “lost and found,” so to speak, but there is a much larger dimension at work here—Jesus is telling these parables to the scribes and Pharisees—as Luke writes, “Now all the tax collectors and sinners were coming near to listen to Him.  And the Pharisees and the scribes were grumbling and saying, “This fellow welcomes sinners and eats with them.””  And what Jesus is responding with, in so many words is, “Yes, because it isn’t just about you!”

Luke’s account began last week with the parable of the lost sheep—out of a herd of one hundred sheep, one is unaccounted for, and so the shepherd leaves the ninety-nine to search for the one, finds it, and celebrates with his neighbors and friends that he has found his lost sheep.

In Luke’s Gospel, Jesus then transitions immediately from that parable into this one, the parable of the woman who has lost a coin, and there are several things which stand out.  First and foremost is that, just as there was a character who very clearly represented Jesus in the first parable (the shepherd), so too is there such a character in this second parable: the woman.

That likely does not shock us today.  But it should.  Women, as many of you know, were treated during Biblical times—and according to Biblical law—as chattel, little more than property.  Under Levitical law, a daughter can be sold into either slavery or marriage.  They were not seen as useful beyond the obvious ability of childbirth, which is what makes stories like that of Ruth, or Esther, or Israel’s female judge Deborah, all the more remarkable—they are swimming upstream mightily in waters whose currents are very much pulling the opposite direction.

And Jesus—and therefore, by extension, God—is comparing Himself to a woman in this text!  Which by itself is not so unprecedented in Luke’s Gospel—in a story also accounted for by Matthew, Jesus in Luke 13 compares Himself to a mother hen looking after her chicks by gathering them under her wings.

But that’s a little bit different.  Jesus is making a metaphor using animal behavior we all are familiar with—it would be like anyone today describing cunning like a fox, or courage like a lion.  It’s a type of colloquialism, a universal expression that everybody knows.

Here, Jesus is out-and-out saying: those people who got the seriously short end of the stick in our laws?  You know, the other gender who makes up half our population?  Yeah, I’m like them, too.

If this were not, on face, humbling enough, the reason Jesus gives for comparing Himself to a woman is even more remarkable: this is a woman who is almost certainly of very modest means.  She has ten denarii, ten silver coins.  In Israel under Roman occupation, a single silver coin represented one day’s wage for an unskilled laborer.  It was the de facto minimum wage of the time.  And this woman has only ten of these coins—she has only ten days’ worth of minimal wages.  So losing just one of them is a big deal.

Jesus isn’t just identifying Himself with a woman.  He’s identifying Himself with a poor woman.  And there are, in my mind, two reasons for this.  One is to demonstrate His solidarity with, and love for, the most marginalized, outcast, and mistreated among us.  The other is to demonstrate that He still has a long way to go to fulfill His mission and ministry of saving us.

In case it isn’t obvious by this point, if Jesus is the woman, we are the coins themselves.  And, like I said, the woman only has ten of them.  Compare that to the shepherd with a flock of one hundred sheep, all of which were worth far more than a single day’s minimum wage.  This is a dramatic shift from the first parable to the second—Jesus is saying that His own resources of people to call and redeem are limited.  He is not yet rich in followers, in people who believe.

Jesus is saying, in effect, that sometimes, it is a rarity to have, as He puts it, one sinner who truly repents.  Which of course makes it all the more reason to celebrate, all the more reason for the angels of heaven to rejoice—we tend to celebrate that which is rare, not that which is common.

But it shows that this mission of calling and saving and redeeming us, as fragile and tenuous as that mission might be, defines Jesus.  Just as the ten coins represent the woman’s livelihood, our living for Jesus defines Jesus’ own livelihood, at least until He returns again.  Jesus lives today in bodily form only because His message and love live in us.  As Saint Teresa of Avila so poignantly put it: “Christ has not hands but yours.  Christ has no feet but yours.”  Brothers and sisters, until Christ comes again, we represent His livelihood, modest though it may be, here in this world.

Which is, in the end, what this parable is about.  It’s about us, broken and limited and sinful us, living on the edges of our own finances much like the woman in this parable, sometimes making it one day at a time, one paycheck at a time, until something happens.  Until we find that lost coin.  Until we find something we had previously lost, and our lives are the better for it.

Because just as the coins would have value to us, so too does this mean that we…again, broken and limited and sinful us…have value to Jesus and to God.  Just as we would recognize a sheep as having obvious value to a shepherd, so too are we meant to recognize that a coin with monetary worth would have obvious value to a person of poverty.  And in both stories, the message Jesus is sending is the same.

We are worth something to God.  God values us.

And it is even more remarkable in this story—because materially, a single silver coin does not carry much worth.  It represents the minimum wage.  But to this woman, it carries value worthy of celebration and rejoicing.  And so too is it for us.  We may think that because of how messed up and screwed up we are that we are worth only the bare minimum to an all-present, all-knowing God.  And on the outside, we would be forgiven for believing this.

But we have worth to God surpassing yours or mine understanding.

Because if we didn’t, there would be no need to redeem us in the first place.  There would be no need for Jesus to define His mission in those terms of loss, mercy, and redemption.  And it would make Him look like a fool for dying for us on the Cross.

No, the only way…the ONLY way…this works is if we believe that we are worth something to God  And as we extend that belief to ourselves, Jesus calls us to extend it to all people, including the people living on the edge, with no net to catch them if they fall.  People who are just like us.

Thanks be to God.  Amen.

Rev. Eric Atcheson
Longview, Washington
February 24, 2013

Saturday, February 23, 2013

The Cloistered Church

I apologize for taking so long to write again since Tuesday--I usually will post something on Thursdays, but I devoted much of Thursday to a regional clergy meeting where, um,  I might have, to put it charitably, staged a nutty.

We were discussing, with one of our leaders from denominational HQ, the upcoming General Assembly and the anticipated vote on open ordination for GLBTQ clergy (you can read my take on it here).  I was the only "young" (as in, under the age of forty) person in the room and was growing increasingly frustrated with how discussions about particular groups and demographics within our denomination were taking on broader and broader strokes before I finally spoke up and just...ranted, really, for a couple of minutes about how this is partly why people my age think Christians are irrelevant: because we sequester ourselves off in a room--our own private little bubble--and paint people we do not know in such broad strokes as to effectively deny the nuance and uniqueness of their voice.

It was the spiritual equivalent of this.

It was not my finest hour.

But I stand by every word I said as well.  I mean it.

I belong to a predominately Cauasian, predominately heterosexual denomination, and whenever we get together to talk about experiences of race and sexual identity that are not our own, we risk becoming a bit more cloistered.

Just as I wrote recently about how Pope Benedict XVI, during his papacy, seemed only to see the Vatican world as opposed to the entire world, so too can we fall into the trap of seeing only the Disciples world and, more particularly, only the Caucasian Disciples world, or only the heterosexual Disciples world, as opposed to the entire world (and the entire Disciples world).

If I never got out of my office, honestly, my daily routine would not bring me into contact with many people not already a part of the church.  I am called as a Christian to be the salt of the earth and the light of the world (Matt. 5), but I'm often sequestered from that earth, from that world that I am supposed to be ministering to.

And when we indulge in that too much, we run the risk of honestly, truly sounding out-of-touch to people who don't quite fit into our demographic (which I didn't at this meeting because of my age and, perhaps, my background).

Which in turn goes back to the point of my outburst--it's why I feel many young people want nothing to do with us.  We, the church, are seen as out of touch by the people we should be reaching out to.  Not to sound overly angsty here, but we aren't understood by people who think they do understand us, or can, without the messy and spiritually enriching work of bringing us in fully as brothers and sisters in Christendom.

Most of the time, I love my job with a ferocity that surprises even me sometimes.  I cannot imagine doing anything else right now other than parish ministry with a side of blogging.

But like any job, it has its good days and its bad days.  So far, the good far outnumber the bad.

But I worry that my job, and the jobs of many of my dear friends and colleagues, might turn worse if we do not continue to re-examine our own habits the preconceptions that can result.  Otherwise, doing ministry will become even tougher when it wasn't always easy to begin with.  It will become even harder than before.

And I worry that, sadly, that this time, it will be entirely a result of our own doing.

Yours in Christ,
Eric