Go Get Soaked

Mark 1:4-11

Saint Andrews Scots Memorial Church

Jerusalem

January 7,2018

 Don’t mind the mud

A certain drowning is required as Breath

From above is delivered on the wings of a dove.

The Baptizer’s bargain is this:

There’s no getting right with God.

There’s only getting soaked.

From Ken Sehested, The Baptizer’s Bargain

     It’s the first Sunday in Epiphany, the manifestation of the light.  In the Orthodox tradition this manifestation is the birth of Jesus. They are celebrating Christmas today for this reason. In our tradition we have two celebrations. One is the arrival of the Wise Ones from the East who followed a star and then took another way home to avoid the violence of Herod. And the other celebration is the baptism of Jesus on the banks of the Jordan River. In addition, Epiphany is also the anniversary of my ordination, 14 years in ministry.

     All of these events are manifestations of God’s light, God’s first gift. They are manifestations of God’s love for us as God seeks to be with us, lead us, and guide us.

            The story of John the Baptist turns up in our lectionary at least three times a year: first in Advent, as the one preparing the way; second in Epiphany, as the one Jesus will apprentice himself with; and third in Lent, as the one who prepares Jesus for his desert time.

    Wildman John, Elizabeth’s child who recognized Jesus while still in the womb lives outside the Temples of Jerusalem preaching the need for radical change as the first step in liberating oneself from the chains of oppression---personal and political. Locust eating John with honey dripping from his beard is similar to the Green man that appears as an ornament on ecclesiastical buildings as a symbol of rebirth with leaves covering his hair and spewing vegetation from his mouth. Both John and later the Green Man remind us of our primal connections to the earth lest we think sacredness is not of and part of the natural world too.

    However, John is also part of that prophetic genealogy. He belongs with the truth tellers like Isaiah and Elijah who came to challenge imperial dominant powers and principalities. He is executed by Antipas for calling people to radically change the power structures of the world not just themselves.

For this he was beheaded. We are reminded that Jesus came to John also to pick up this prophetic mantle.

   Far away from Jerusalem’s temples, John’s call for repentance takes place on the muddy shores of the Jordan River. It takes place in water because Water is the basis of life. The earth is made up of 70% water and we are made up of 60% water. A ritual immersion in water then is both an act of cleansing or purification and the conference of a new identity. John baptizes with water as a sign of regeneration and transformation.

        Hundreds gathered by the river to be recharged and renewed by this prophet crying in the wilderness, preparing the way for our Lord.  How ironic then that Jesus comes to him to prepare for his public ministry. Jesus, who has been who knows where for almost three decades, discerning and preparing, needs something to get him going.  He is ready to begin the work that awaits him but he is not quite ready. He needs something. He needs a river, a ritual. He needs to be recognized. He needs to be called by his true name:

“You are my Son, My Beloved, he hears as the sky tears open and he comes up from the waters, drenched with the Jordan; with you I am well pleased.

     My Beloved. Is there anything sweeter than this? Baptism is an act of inclusion as well as grace. We don’t earn it. We receive it. For some it means we are saved from purgatory in case of death, which is why I performed so many emergency baptisms in the hospital when I was a chaplain. For others, it is a religious rite of inclusion into the faith community, which is why the pastor often carries the baby around the sanctuary so all can offer their blessings of welcome. For others it is the renouncement of sin or the promise to not participate in acts of evil. I once heard an Episcopal priest say to a group of young people contemplating conscientious objection that he was proud to welcome them to his church because it gave him the opportunity to act on his baptism vow, to stand up for the right not to commit murder, to resist evil. His witness to his baptism vow inspired many on that cold February night not to enlist.

     I come to this year’s baptism story of Jesus with all these understandings but also with the awareness this year that this act of immersion into the waters is also a small death, a dying to who we were or what we believed so we can be reborn and become something new. So as we renew our baptism vows today I invite you to spend a few moments in prayer letting go of ideas, beliefs that no longer serve you or which hold you back from being your highest self. Let it go. I also want you to let the word, “You are my beloved daughter or son” echo in your ears and heart. I want you to pay attention to how easy or difficult it is believe you are indeed beloved by God. When you have done this I want to invite you to look around the church today and with your eyes welcome all you see as also God’s beloved ones. I invite you to bring into your circle all those who you struggle with to see their belovedness.

Lastly, I invite you to think about what kind of river you need to dive into to set your beloved self free? 

    And finally as we stand on the hinge of this New Year, I want you to remember that we manifest the light in our own lives when we accept that we are God’s beloveds. I want you also to remember that this love demands that we stand against anyone or anything that denies the belovedness of others. This was Jesus’ mission. The sky was torn apart for God’s voice to be heard. Expect the same. Go get soaked in love.

    

I'll Save You a Seat

Holy Redeemer Lutheran Church
 October 15, 2017
 Matthew 22:1-14

The nurse said he wanted to see me before he was sent home to hospice care. She said he wanted me to come and pray. When I entered the room the morning sun was bathing him and he looked radiant. Smiling, he asked me to pull up a chair like usual. He said, “ We don’t have much time before my wife gets back from the cafeteria. I want you to read Psalm 23; you know the one about the shepherd, the still waters, and the table. I sat down basking in this glow of morning light and a man coming to terms with his own mortality with such grace. After I said, “Amen”, he closed his eyes and said, “ I will save you a seat.”

A bit dumbfounded and not sure what he was referring to I cocked my head and looked at him quizzically. He continued, “ I will save you a seat at that table because I will get there before you. That’s what I wanted to tell you. I appreciate all that you have done for m my wife and me. I am going home today to die soon. “ His eyes were smiling but moist. I teared up in response. I am not only a wounded healer but also a weeper. I cry easily when someone else cries.

We sat there for a while, me holding his wrinkled hand free of the pulled tubes picturing this big table with all kinds of wonderful dishes, trying to see all the people I have known. Who was there? Who wasn’t?

I must have prayed Psalm 23 a few times a day with patients almost as much as the Lord’s Prayer but never had I took it to heart, literally, never had I imagined that I would be invited to sit at that banquet table.

I have thought about the table and feast metaphorically, an open table where everyone is invited just like Jesus’ radical hospitality on earth where all the outcasts were welcomed-- -sinners and saints alike. I have thought about how African Americans sing with such longing about the Welcome Table where they will finally gonna get a seat and how they are gonna tell God how they were treated, how “All of God’s children are gonna sit together, one of these days.”

Like Rabbi Brant Rosen from Chicago I have also thought about my life as a feast, “You set my life before me as a sumptuous banquet.”

I have not, however, been successful in thinking about why my enemies need to be invited. Am I supposed to share my feast with them?

Finally, like the African American Welcome Table where everyone is accepted, I understand the importance of inviting the poor, the disenfranchised. Black Lives Matter and so do the poor at the table of faith. Listen to these lyrics from the Salvadoran hymn, Vamos Todas Al Banquete.

God invites all the poor, 

to this common table by faith, 

where there are no greedy hoarders, 

and no one lacks anything.

God commands us to make this world, 

a table of fraternity, 

working and struggling together,

sharing all the goods and property.

I have always loved the idea of a heavenly banquette which even has good wine according to Isaiah 25:6 but I never quite imagined myself as an invited guest by a man dying of pancreatic cancer.

A few weeks later in the ICU where I was the primary chaplain I went to have a final meeting with a man who had ALS, Lou Gerik’s Disease. His muscles for speaking had deteriorated so he spoke by spelling out words on a cardboard card with a hand written alphabet.

Every time I visited he would spell out, “Can I have some orange juice, please?” He was diabetic and the nurses would not give him OJ. I think he thought I didn’t know that or was a soft touch or both.

On this, our final visit, I talked about moving to Minnesota and that this would be our last time together. I had hoped I said to follow him all the way to the end. I was sorry I couldn’t do this now. He spelled out, “I am crying.” He had lost the muscles to cry.

I told him about how some have found comfort in Psalm 23. He asked me to read the prayer. Afterwards I told him about my visit with the patient dying of cancer who invited me to the table. He spelled out on his worn card, “Can I sit on the other side?” And just as I started to tear up again he spelled out, “And can I finally I get some damn Orange Juice?” And then his eyes blinked for the first time and I laughed out loud, “Yes, you can drink as much damn orange juice as you want.” So now I had two dinner invitations and all the wine and orange juice anyone could ever want.

It is from this perspective that I come to our Gospel text this morning about how the kindom of God is like a wedding banquet. On first reading I don’t know what to make of the violence in the parable. What didn’t make sense to me was the interpretation that God was like this awful violent King or that we should all dress properly so we can be chosen. This didn’t square with my idea of who either Jesus was or what God’s essential character was. He is not a violent tyrant.

Then I discovered Nadia Boltz Weber’s sermon, The Worst Parable Ever. Nadia is a well known Lutheran pastor in the United States. She pastors a church called Saints and Sinners and has written many books based on her inclusive and often hilarious theology and sermons. Nadia’s interpretation of what happens in this parable helped me understand what Jesus was trying to say about what the kin-dom of God was like and also most importantly what it was not like.

Listen to her paraphrase or summary and tell me if this helps you:

A king throws a wedding banquet and invites the other rich, slave-owning powerful people. Seemingly unimpressed by the promised veal cutlet at the wedding feast, the elite invitees laugh at the invitation and proceed to abuse and then kill the slaves of the king. Well then the king kills them back. But he doesn't stop there, not to be outdone, he burns down the city… and it is there amidst the burning carnage of the newly destroyed city he sends more slaves to go find whoever they can to fill the seats. After all…the food is ready and he has all these fancy robes for the guests. All he cares about is having every seat filled at his big party. But who is left? He burned the city. The rich and powerful have been murdered so it's the regular folks wandering the streets looking for their dead, picking apart the charred debris of their burned city who are then told that they have no choice but to go to the party of the guy responsible. And it's already been established that he doesn't respond well if you turn him down. So the terrified masses show up and pretend that this capricious tyrant didn't just lay waste to their city. Out of fear they all dutifully put on their wedding robes given them at the door and they pretend. Slipping on a gorgeous garment was what you did for a king's wedding feast. And the guests got to keep the outfits, just a little souvenir of the king's generosity - and a reminder to keep in line. You don't get anything from the empire without it costing you a bit of your life. Well, our story ends with these well-dressed survivors looking on as the King spots the one guy at the banquet who isn't wearing a wedding robe. And when the innocent man has nothing to say for himself the king has this scapegoat hogtied and thrown into the outer darkness. Many are called but few are chosen he says.

What Nadia’s interpretation does is to invite us to think more deeply about the guy who refuses to wear the king’s wedding robe. What if the kin-dom of God is all about that guy who says no to imperial authority? What if the kin-dom of God is about a guy who gets scape- goated and hog tied because he doesn’t conform? What if the kin-dom of God is about a man who ends up wearing a loincloth on a cross?

God clothes us with Christ’s own self as we learn in Galatians 3 or in Julian of Norwich’s Book of Divine Revelations, “Our good Lord is our clothing that, for love, wraps us and winds us about, embracing us, all beclosing us, and hanging about us for tender love.”

Dear Ones, how are you stripping off the wedding robes of empire? In what outer darkness are we willing to be cast into so we can be changed?

God is not an imperial king, therefore God’s kin-dom will not look like it does here where you must be an elite to get on the A list or come and conform if you are on the B list. However, it is true if you refuse to submit to imperial authority you may indeed be cast into the darkness because of your refused to wear empire’s finest finery.

You can, however, chose to wear the sun like Mary, the queen of heaven, or you can don a long white robe with a golden sash like the Son of Man. You can put on the armor of God or simply allowed yourself to ‘beclosed’ in Jesus’s tender love.

Dear ones, this is the good and bad news. God will garb you but it will cost you. There will indeed be a heavenly banquet, a feast where everyone is invited. There will be strained wine and enough orange juice for all including your enemies.

I invite you then to allow yourself to be invited, to be open to who asks you to sit with them. I invite you to disrobe, to lose empire’s straightjacket of dos and donts and garb yourself in the One who has always loved you, accepted you just the way you are. And finally, don’t just refuse to be enemies with your enemies invite them also.

World Communion Sunday

Call to the Table

God of our grandmothers and mothers,

of Eve and Sarah, Miriam and Hanna,

Mary and Martha, Mother Mary and Mary

of Magdala, of Lois and Eunice

we come to your table today,

World Communion Sunday

in this season of repentance

   of leaves turning colors

  of pomegranates bursting with seeds

to celebrate your love poured out for us

our trust rekindled

You call us to stand

at your watchtowers

to wait for Your vision

You call us to put on our aprons

and serve You first

Lord of the open and expanding table

we come to give up

    our appetites for power

    our thirst for revenge

    our addictions to despair

    our shame about suffering

we come empty handed

hands out to receive You

Lord of the open and expanding table

we come to partake

of your body broken

your spirit living

   in this bread.

We come to drink

from the cup of blessing

your blood, your love

given for us

Lord of the Feast

we remember today

our ancestors in faith

our Jewish and Christian

grandfathers and fathers

our Jewish and Christian

grandmothers and mothers

we come to celebrate our heritage

the ties that bind us

  generation to generation

  one to each other

Lord of today and tomorrow

we live between memory and hope

for your kin-dom come

here on earth as it is in heaven

  feed us

  rekindle Your light in us

  to be your faithful servants

  your seeds of transformation

Wounds and All: Out of the Rubble Pile We Are Called

Isaiah 58: 9b-14; Luke 13:10-17

Saint Andrews Scotts Memorial Church

Jerusalem

August 21, 2016

All who reverence and honor the Beloved,

are nourished and held by Love.

For you, O Healer, invite us to

wholeness, to be

co-creators along Love’s Way

Psalm 102 translated by Nan Merrill

 I have a confession. I am the Bent Woman. Literally. In 1999 I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia and spent the year bent over in pain. When I wasn’t confined to my bed contemplating what had happened or measuring my energy in teaspoons, I was railing against God for the betrayal of my own body.

     In desperation one day I went to a psychic who told me two things. The first was that she saw me as some kind of minister or healer. I laughed. I was in exquisite pain. How could this be? Also I was not a religious person. I had issues with organized religion and liked to sit in the back so I could escape if I needed to. A minister? Really?

     Now the second thing seemed more helpful, practical. She suggested I have energy work done. She suggested I go and see a friend of hers who was a Reiki Master.

     I left thinking I wasted my money but that I would follow up on the suggestion to see the energy healer. This seemed useful. I went and immediately found relief from the pain and a warm sense of calm and tranquility. I could move again and I could think of other things other than being a sick person.

     I went back a few times and then discovered I could take a class and learn how to heal myself and others. So for about a year I attended the weekly healing circle. I came in the door bent over hardly able to look people in the eye and left walking tall and pain free. I eventually became Mary’s apprentice and within a year a Reiki Master myself. People in the church heard about my “hot hands” and asked if I would sit with them and lay my hands on them.

     Then I started to be asked to work on people who were dying or in hospice care. The church recognized I was being called by God to do healing work. I resisted. I was an intellectual----a word person. How could I do something that used no words, only touch and wasn’t I still unwell myself?

     These questions persisted right up to my visit to Andover Newton Theological School for a weekend for perspective students.  With pennies in my pocket I traveled from North Carolina to Massachusetts to check out first Harvard and then Andover Newton. One of the professors at Harvard said, “You are smart enough to get in here but I don’t think you would be happy here. You see we study people like you. We are interested in knowing about the healing process that you are doing.”

     Yes, I was doing it and I was well most of the time too. So when I went to visit Andover Newton I wrestled with God about whether this indeed was where I should be; was I really called to be a minister after all like the psychic said?  Then two things happened. First I found they had a Reiki ministry complete with a massage table in a quiet tranquil room in the Center for Faith, Health and Spirituality. I saw the table and lay down on it like I had done many times before and said to the One who had pushed me there, “Ok. You win. Take me. But you are going to have to do some things to make this happen beginning with money; I don’t have en0ugh to attend four years of school. If you want me to be your instrument of healing, you are going to have to make this happen.

     I was pretty convinced that my wager, my deal, was not going to work even though I well aware that God was capable of great things like saving the Israelites at the Red Sea. I still wasn’t convinced God needed me however until I went to the chapel on the last day and we sang the hymn, Here I am Lord, broke into tears; a combination of tears of joy and terror actually. Later that evening I found out my Aunt had died and left my siblings and me a pile of money. God had come through on his end of the bargain and now I had to come through on my mine, be Christ’s healing hands.

     So this is how I was healed and saved and how I was called into ministry. It’s an ancient story. She was healed and went out and told everyone.

     The story of The Bent Woman then is my Call story. I am not a fisherman. I didn’t drop my nets but rather got healed and rose up and became a wounded healer. I learned a thing or two however like she did looking at the ground all those years. I learned how awful it is to be dependent on others for the most basic things. I learned how to ask for help and most importantly I learned how to receive help and healing touch. I learned how to live “on a slant” so I could appreciate what it means to stand tall. I learned how to be compassionate first with my own human frail self. I learned that we are all wounded and that when you give energy to another that same energy will heal you---to give is to receive. I learned how to be a wounded healer.

     At first I understood the call to be about physical healing so I set out to be a hospital chaplain, in particular a hospice chaplain.

     So I went to Andover to follow my call to become a chaplain however I started school on September 11^th. God tricked me. My call wasn’t just to heal broken bodies but a broken world. I was called like you are to Tikum Olam, the repair and mending of the world.

    At the end of my Masters in Divinity study at a meeting with my advisor and other professors I was asked about my ministry plans. I explained I felt pulled in two directions---the pastoral and the prophetic. The my wise advisor quoted this passage from Isaiah 58 to me and said, “You are being called to walk in the gap between the two, to bring them back together. You are being called to be a repairer of the breach.”

    So as you can see I do not consider it a coincidence that these two lectionary passages have come up today for me to preach on.  They speak directly to my life story and I suspect maybe yours. The repair and mending of the world, beginning with ourselves, is everyone’s calling. How it plays out in your life is unique.

     Towards helping you think deeper about how this might be, let me offer you some questions for reflection beginning with our Gospel story. I invite you to reflect on your own bent life.

     What are the things that are bending you over? Is it grief or loss? Worry or anxiety? Doubt or fear? Loneliness or over stretched?

     The Bent woman does not ask for healing but she does step forward. I invite you to step forward today and present to God all those things that are making you live your life on a slant; all those things that are keeping you from meeting people eye to eye or rising to your full dignity.

     When were you so bent over that God had to reach out to you, lay hands on you for healing? Where were you? Who were you with? How did you celebrate the event? What promises or commitments did you make?

     Sometimes we stay in our ruts, our routines, with our known pains and struggles because to move forward might bring risks or even conflicts. Jesus had to go against the Sabbath laws to heal. What laws or constrictions are holding you down or back?

     “God’s creation healed” is what theologian Hans Kung calls God’s kin-dom.  And if this is be a reality here on earth as it is in heaven then God needs us to be co-creators. And one of the tasks of co-creation is to be repairers of the breach. We are all called to rebuild, mend, restore, and repair not just our cities but our moral infrastructures or values too. With this understanding, I invite you then to reflect on these questions:

     What are the breaches in your life that need repair? In the Message the translation reads, “You’ll use the old rubble of past lives to build anew, rebuild the foundations from out of your past.” What is in your rubble pile that you can use to repair the breaches in your personal life or community? Like the wounded healer what past hurts or pains can become tools of restoration?

     What infrastructures or morals are you working on? Where is your spiritual support coming from?

     When we are no longer bent over by the pain of our lives, we will rise. But do not forget the lessons learned from looking at that small piece of ground---the kindness of others who bent down to meet you and greet you eye to eye. Do not forget the wisdom in your wounds. Remember that He rose with wounds and all.

     When we have returned from exile, forced or self imposed, we are commanded to repair and mend the world, God’s world, to participate in the reconstruction process. Do not forget that you have the materials in the rubble of your own past. Remember that you are not the Master builder but one of the workers. Do not expect to finish or complete the work but find joy in the process and companionship along the way.

    And finally remember that God saves and heals us daily, sometimes hourly because God loves us. God wants us whole, to stand tall and live lives in harmony with all of creation. 

     This is the call, dear ones, let us go forth with humility and strength knowing this is our collective task to repair and mend the world. Amen.

Rich Towards God: Bless, Break, and Give Away

Luke 12:13-21

Holy Redeemer Lutheran Church

Jerusalem

July 31, 2016

     The Bible starts with a liturgy of abundance says theologian Walter Brueggermann. Genesis 1 is a song of praise for God’s generosity. God blesses and endows. All is good. All is good. Even in the desert God’s love comes down as manna, a gift of heaven, a miracle feeding. Everyone had enough until some started to hoard. Later in the Gospel story about loaves and fishes, Jesus too performed a miracle feeding; he blessed, broke, and gave the bread away. 5,000 were fed and 12 baskets left over. More than enough. All was good. Jesus that “brown-skinned Palestinian Jew”, as Rev. Barber referred to him the other night at the Democratic National Convention, came for the hungry, the poor, the sick, the widow, the orphan, and all unacceptable or marginalized others. He came to remind us of about our origins and original blessing of goodness and abundance. That first Eucharist of loaves and fishes is the model we are called to participate in as receivers and as givers: bless, break, and give away. This is sacramental living; for all is God’s and all is to be shared.

     Brueggermann believes that the central problem in our lives is that we are torn apart by the conflict between our attraction to God’s abundance and the power of our belief in scarcity and that this belief makes us anxious, greedy, mean, and un-neighborly. He says we spend our lives trying to sort out this ambiguity. Or we don’t.

     Many of us live into this myth of scarcity and claim it as our Gospel like that billionaire John D. Rockefeller who believed we are born to consume. “We are not enough if we don’t produce, consume, and store a surplus of money and stuff. The more you have, the better your life will be. You can’t have too much.” Sounds like our Rich Fool does it not church?

     But this is not what Jesus believes, “Take care! Be on your guard against all kinds of greed; for one’s life does not consist in the abundance of possessions.” Or as it is translated in the Message, “Life is not defined by what you have, even when you have a lot.”

     To illustrate his point to or to make sure his disciples understood he told them a story about a farmer who produced a big crop, so big he didn’t know what to do with his surplus. After talking to himself he decided that he would build a bigger barn to store his excess a harvest.

     Now I wish to pause here in the story and talk about excess and greed. And I would to illustrate this point by doing a small demonstration with my Pythagoras cup that I bought in Crete a few years ago. As you can see it looks like any other clay cup from the outside but inside it has a column that has a special function. Let me demonstrate. I am going to pour the water up to the line and then past that line.   

     When you go past the line all the water comes out. When we go past our limit of what is necessary or just we lose it all. So this farmer, so absorbed in himself, so self-satisfied with his own accomplishments he decided to go past this line, “I will build bigger barns.” Then God stepped in to remind him of that final line, death. Yes God, who rarely speaks in the Gospel stories says, “You fool! This very night your life is being demanded of you. And the things you have prepared, whose will they be? So it is with those who store up treasures for themselves but are not rich toward God” or “That’s what happens when you fill your barn with self and are not rich towards God.”

     Last year at the beginning of August a Turkish couple spent their wedding day feeding 4,000 Syrian refugees. They decided that instead of feeding their well fed family and friends they would feed the victims of the civil war next door. Is this not a modern enactment of the loaves and fishes? Is this not being rich towards God?

     Pastor Steve Craig says the Rich Fool was impoverished, not rich, on a variety of levels. The first is a poverty of gratitude to God for the success he has in his life. The second is a poverty of relationships because he doesn’t seem to have a community to discuss this important decision around what to do with his surplus. Third is a poverty of vision because he doesn’t know how to see beyond himself into the future. And lastly, he has a poverty of generosity because he doesn’t know how to share. This Rich Fool has bought into the scarcity myth. He must also be Rockefeller’s inspiration.

     Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. also preached on this parable and like Pastor Craig sees that this Rich Fool is not just greedy but also lacking in judgment. “He allowed the means by which he lived to out distance the ends for which he lived.” King believes each of us has two realms--- within and without. The within realm is our spiritual nature expressed in art, literature, religion, and morals. The without realm is our physical reality expressed by our house, our clothes, our money.  This man was “a fool because he maximized the minimum and minimized the maximum.” He became so involved with the means by which he lived he couldn’t extend himself beyond that world. He had lost touch with his within realm. I think Pastor Craig might categorize this under his poverty of vision.

     And because King believed we are tied together in a interconnected universe or garment of destiny this man is a fool because he failed to realize his dependence on others; he lost the capacity to say “we” and “our” and could only say “I” and “my.” He forgot that his wealth is the result of the commonwealth. And finally, he failed to realize his dependence on God and acted like he was the creator of his good fortune.

     I find both of these frameworks illuminating in helping us move beyond a story about the dangers of greed. But these frameworks don’t leave me with a place to go with the story because I don’t really identify with the Rich Man. I don’t see myself having enough to save or hoard and like you I try to share what I do have.

     However I do see people building bigger and bigger barns by destroying our natural living systems to get quick energy fixes instead of sharing resources or developing cleaner more green friendly systems. I see my country consumed by moneyed interests and scandals, which are corrupting our democracy. And I see there and here an escalation in the use of violence, whole barns full of new missiles, surveillance equipment, and “crowd control” weapons. And sadly I see water resources stolen and contaminated here and there, not shared. And I see barns full of new settlements and displaced families standing in rubble heaps which used to be their homes. I see religion used as a silo for those within the flock and the expulsion of others. I see barns full of materials for building walls instead of bridges. I see barns full of keys for the wealthy 1% and trunks full of keys for refugees who are still waiting to return.

     What kind of barns do you see church? And to get personal for a moment, what is in your barn that you have been saving or not sharing? Do you really believe there is and will be enough?

     How are you living rich toward God? What songs of praise do you sing and when? What threads of interdependence are part of your garment of destiny? And when you act foolishly, as we all do, how do you bring yourself back to the center so that you can find that line again or stop building more barns?

     And finally, where and with whom are you blessing and breaking bread? Who are you feeding with your one special life?

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