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Monday, August 20, 2007 

Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes

Sermon: Proper 15 (20) Year C 2007
Church of Jesus Christ, Reconciler
August 19, 2007

Readings



Burning Down the House


How often do we pass the peace of Christ? Every week here at Reconciler...Wonderful! Let's do it right now.

The peace of the Lord be always with you.
And also with you.
Greet one another with a sign of peace.

We love to speak about how Jesus brings peace. We have images of lilies in the fields. We are not to worry for our lives. Our lives are held in the loving embrace of God. In the nativity story, Matthew's telling of Jesus' birth, angels will appear and proclaim Christ to be the Prince of Peace. Our images of Christ's peacefulness and gentleness are well-founded. We aren't making them up. So what the heck is going on in our Gospel reading this morning from Luke? What is the prophet Jeremiah trying to tell us about the nature of God's judgment?

The Hebrews have always understood the deeply rooted existence of injustice and "wickedness." In our psalm this morning even the gods are held in contempt because they too have fallen prey to the temptation of oppression and subjugation. Through the psalmist's words the Most High God judges a holy court of other gods.

"How long will you judge unjustly and show partiality to the wicked?

Give justice to the weak and the orphan; maintain the right of the lowly and the destitute.

Rescue the weak and the needy; deliver them from the hand of the wicked."

Jeremiah will say that God's word on such matters is like a fire. It will break open rock with its heat.

This morning we encounter Jesus upsetting the boat. His words are from an age old tradition in Judaism. His words are echoes of the psalmist. They are prophetic like those of Jeremiah. Jesus knows that when we are in the presence of God, the order of things, the world as we know gets turned around. The Prince of Peace is proclaiming something utterly removed from what we imagine as peacefulness. Instead of singing the Eagles' Peaceful Easy Feelin', we have a Jesus singing the Talking Heads' Burning Down the House!

Watch out
You might get what you're after
Cool babies
Strange but not a stranger
I'm an ordinary guy
Burning down the house

Hold tight wait till the party's over
Hold tight were in for nasty weather
There has got to be a way
Burning down the house

Here we are, encountering the disquieting Christ. Here we are encountering the Truth of the Gospel and how, if we are honest with ourselves, it really plays out. You see, the Good News is always good, but it will not necessarily be received peacefully. The world will push against it.

The world will deny it.
The heavens will deny it.
The world will attempt to stifle those who proclaim it.

The world will flee from it.
And when this does not work, the world will co-opt it and find a way to gain more power with the same message.


Telling the truth about God, that God loves the world, that God created it good, actually upsets the world in which we live. Sometimes telling this truth, like telling other truths, causes a lot of trouble. It will burn down the house!

Jesus knows this. Jesus knows that though his message is one of Love, that it will be felt as fire by all. You. Me. The apostles. The Pharisees. Pilate. All of us will encounter a flame. And our houses will fall.

"From now on five in one household will be divided, three against two and two against three; they will be divided: father against son and son against father, mother against daughter and daughter against mother, mother-in-law against her daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law against mother-in-law." (Luke 12:52-53)

Here Jesus seems to attack the most important social structure of the first century. Some say the family is still the most important structure, the lowest common social denominator, or the principal economic unit. And Jesus comes right at it and says that even this, even this will be found wanting in the light of the Love of God. Even this does not measure up. It is not prepared for the Love of Christ.

We cannot rest on our laurels and be satisfied with the status quo. The status quo will fly apart when we speak the truth.

The status quo is comfortable with oppression. It is comfortable with inequity. It is comfortable with violence. It has resigned itself to a world where unfairness is part of the game. It knows that power is real and that some people have none. The status quo revels in this. And we who live in the status quo know how to play the game. We know how to get ahead. We know how to get the leg up. We know how to take advantage of the systems whether they be the tax code, the legal system, or the remnants of our welfare state. We all learn, rich and poor, through cynicism and despair, how to live in the status quo.

Jesus wants to undo this. Jesus' entire ministry is about uncovering this truth about ourselves, about the world, and proclaiming an alternative.

Here's your ticket pack your bag: time for jumpin' overboard
The transportation is here
Close enough but not too far, maybe you know where you are
Fightin' fire with fire

All wet
Hey you might need a raincoat
Shakedown
Dreams walking in broad daylight
Three hun-dred six-ty five de-grees
Burning down the house

Jesus delivers this message of fire and justice on his way to Jerusalem. He knows what will befall him. He is on the way to the cross. He knows that he has to die. He knows that the powers and principalities (the church and the state) will try and put out the fire he started. He has called them out. He has shown his followers what they are really about. He is holding everyone – you, me, us, the apostles, the Pharisees, the government, the religious institutions – accountable for the world in which we find ourselves. And he knows that we cannot handle the critique.

He is a dream walking in broad daylight. We are asleep. And we do not want to awaken...even though our dreams are not sweet. So, Jesus burns down the house.

The powers think that they have put out the fire.
They crucify Jesus.

The followers of Christ will also think that the story is over. They will believe that the fire has been extinguished as well. But no. Two women will run to the tomb and there they will encounter the resurrection. The fire of the Gospel, the Love of God, cannot be extinguished, not even by death. The judgment has come to fruition and even death has no hold on the truth of God's love.

Women come, the downtrodden, the mistaken, the unloved, and they encounter the Risen Christ. And Jesus will appear to others. He will dine with them. He will ask them to continue his work. This fire will be passed on from generation to generation in the church.

Passing the peace of Christ is greeting one another in love. It is upholding one another in gentleness. But the peace of the Lord is a fire. When we pass the peace of Christ with one another, we pass a torch. We pass a flame.

God wants us to share this Love with the world. It is a love that will continue to challenge everything about our lives...the way we engage politics, the way we do business, and the way that we love our mothers, fathers, spouses, and children.

And though the world will push back...we know that there is a Resurrection. We know that though the world always seems to have a step on us, in the end is the Resurrection, God's love fulfilled, the world judged, and though it is found wanting, it is met with grace and forgiveness no less. And we will all be redeemed.

The peace of the Lord be always with you.
And also with you.
Greet one another with the sign of peace.

Amen.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007 
Sermon: Proper 6 (11) Year C 2007
June 17, 2007
Church of Jesus Christ, Reconciler
Rev. Tripp Hudgins



Grace Upon Grace: God's Own Polyphony



When in our music God is glorified,
And adoration leaves no room for pride,
It is as though the whole creation cried,
Alleluia!

I know this will come as no surprise to anyone, but I love music. I am utterly hooked on the stuff. I sing. I play instruments. I love to dance. I will listen to music for hours on end. It is an all-encompassing artistic romance for me. So, it should also come as no surprise that it was music that had a principle role in my conversion to Christianity. Faith and art are, for me, of one piece. I don't really know how to separate them out from one another. And this has colored my conversion since the very beginning.

William Byrd and Thomas Tallis, the sixteenth century composers, likely just as much to do with my conversion as anyone living with us now. Year after year in college and afterward I would have sung their music, and other music inspired by and written for the Christian faith. Chant, hymns, anthems, praise choruses. I had an opportunity to play and sing through so much music. And it all has its part in my conversion. But when all is said done, it is Byrd and Tallis…the great masters of polyphony, who shape and guide my faith with their own expressions of faithfulness.

Polyphony is a fascinating musical form. I know that some of you here likely know more about it than I do, but I hope you'll bear with me for a moment. You see, polyphony is, at its core, the expansion of and elaboration upon a simple musical theme…like a chant. The melody is altered, rearranged and even shared between a variety of vocal parts. Sopranos will sing the melody and somehow, the composer will hand it over to the altos. The altos will hand it to the tenors. Now, of course, the tenors are loathe to part with the melodic line, but will, thanks to the strength of the composer, have to relinquish it to the sopranos once again. Every now and then, a brave composer like Byrd or Tallis would grace the bass section with the melody. Sadly, this is a rare occurrence.

But in the end choral politics matter not. Counter melodies are brought into the mix. Harmonies take on lives of their own and become melodies, complimentary melodies adding to the beauty and texture of the overall piece. Tones are layered upon tones, melody upon melody. Grace upon grace.

The words of faith, scripture, prayers, ancient creeds and confessions of faith, too, are stretched, single spoken phrases stretched so far that they are almost not recognizable as language. The listener must pay attention. The singer must remain constantly aware of what it is they are singing…not just a series of vowel sounds, but actual words. The lyric, the words are as important to the composition as the notes are. The words "I believe" or "Alleluia!" are expanded and ornamented over measures and voice parts and even then the piece only hints at the depths of emotion and faith expressed in the simple phrase "I believe," "Alleuia!"

How often making music we have found
a new dimension in the world of sound,
as worship moved us to a more profound
Alleluia!

No art form exists without the artist. This is such a simple statement that it borders on the absurd. But it is important to recall in our current age when everything is labeled "product" and can be mass-produced. Music, visual art, statuary, pottery…theater and dance are no less subject to the whims of our consumer culture than a Twinkie. Consumerism dehumanizes when it is taken too far. So we must make a conscious effort to recall the human being, to bring her to the fore of our conversations about art.

It is a danger for all of us to become so caught up in the "how" and "why" of life that we forget entirely about the "who." Our selves are "the who." God is "the who." We forget people, persons, divinity and humanity. It is an easy trap to hole up in our heads and in the technicalities and forget that all art, all faith is expression of human experience – experience of the banal and the divine. The Pharisee from our Gospel passage seems to suffer from this trouble. Yes, he is kind and hospitable to Jesus. But his curiosity is a technical one.

He wants to speak to Jesus the teacher. He wants to see how he thinks, how he gets his ideas and notions. His is a charitable place, but it is a heady place. It may not be soulful, heart-felt or faithful.

We can be like the Pharisee.

We weigh and balance, measure and set goals, plan projects, create institutions, set boundaries, and organize, organize, organize. We cannot help it. These are necessary activities, we say…but they are all for naught if we do not remember ourselves and others in the process. If we dehumanize the entire endeavor, then we destroy any hope of anything good, anything godly arising from our work. We become like Simon – graceless.

"I believe" writes James Jordan of the Wesminster Choir College, "that within every artist is contained, deep with in the soul, a fundamental set of truths; without it, he or she would probably not be an artist. I do believe that persons who do not practice expression have them, too, but they continually slip away if not used. Hence, the reason why people sing and play and have a basic love of music and the arts. Innate sensibilities about fundamental profundities of life: birth, re-birth, struggle, separation, trust, compassion, hope and the contemplation of the end of one's life, death. To quote the old hymn, 'Give me some of that old time religion.'"

Jordan's words are powerful. They remind me of the purpose behind all faith, the truth behind all art, the reality of the believer, who is the faith artist. Faith is never simply a set of precepts. There are techniques, disciplines, surely, for painting, singing and, yes, even for faith. Doctrine has this place in faithfulness. And the Pharisee rightly reminds us of this. But the Pharisee takes this too far. He questions Jesus when Jesus does not shun the sinful woman. He says to himself, "If this man were a prophet, he would have known who and what kind of woman this is who is touching him – that she is a sinner."

Jesus recognizes the sin, but he forgives her. She has come before God in an act of faith. Her expression is generous, passionate, heart-felt. She recognizes Jesus for who he is. She praises God. She asks for forgiveness with her tears…and her act of hospitality. She has shown love where Simon the Pharisee could not. Her faith heals her very soul. Passion and technique go hand in hand. One thrives only when the other is present.

Thus the sinful woman joins the song. Her life has become one of the many melodies written in God's polyphony. Jesus opens all eyes to the truth of her faith and the injustice that is borne witness by Simon's. When Simon would not have let her in his house, Jesus goes so far as to proclaim redemption. She joins other women and men, other artists, in the proclamation of faith.

So has the Church, in liturgy and song,
In faith and love, through centuries of wrong,
Borne witness to the truth in every tongue,
Alleluia!

In every work of the artist, we praise the Divine Artist* . We are God's own polyphony, God's creation, a work, a craft…We are art. We are God's expression. We are God's polyphony, each life a melodic line of forgiveness offered and received – grace upon grace.

The individual human being, the sinful woman, the many women and men who followed Christ, even Simon the Pharisee, is part and parcel of a community of song. The polyphony that is community is upheld by each line, each rest, each note dissonant and resonant. Their voice, the phrase that is their life, is essential to the composition as a whole. Without them, the composition would be incomplete.

And here we find ourselves at the beginning of the work, revisiting the theme. It is here we encounter conversion, our ongoing healing and transformation in Christ. In this way we encounter each of us as an artist, a Byrd or Tallis. We become grace for one another – grace upon grace: God's own polyphony.
Thanks be to God.

*http://www.uga.edu/cc/franciscans.htm "It is Francis' love of nature, epitomized in the Canticle, which has most endeared him to modern Christians, to the neglect of other aspects of his spirituality. Yet his love of all created things was simply an extension of his deep love of the Creator. His biographer, Thomas of Celano, wrote of him not many years after his death:

'In every work of the artist he praised the Artist; whatever he found in the things made he referred to the Maker. He rejoiced in all the works of the hands of the Lord and saw behind things pleasant to behold their life-giving reason and cause. In beautiful things he saw Beauty itself; all things were to him good. 'He who made us is the best,' they cried out to him. Through his footprints impressed upon things he followed the Beloved everywhere; he made for himself from all things a ladder by which to come even to his throne.'"
Monday, June 11, 2007 
Second Sunday after Pentecost, Year C
June 10, 2007
Readings: 1 Kings 17:8-24, Psalm 146, Galatians 1:11-24
Gospel: Luke 7:11-17
The Rev. Laura Gottardi-Littell, preacher
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I have always been terrified of losing my son. Since he was a small boy. Because he was always the heart of my heart. I feared when his fevers were too high, or when he would let go of my hand in the market.

I knew early on I would die for him, if I ever had to.

So when he died, as a young man, of a bad sickness that struck many in our village of Na'in, my pain was beyond belief.

I had lost my husband several years before. Many people say that a woman without a husband is a person of little worth. After my husband died, I was very sad. But at least I still had a son. And then my boy died too.

When I lost my son, I knew I had lost my livelihood, and what was left of my status in Na'in. There would be no one to care for me in my old age. But this is not why I grieved. I mourned because I had lost the heart of my heart.

Don't get me wrong – it wasn't always easy to be the mother of a son. There was much suffering and sacrifice, as well as much happiness, in it. Some nights, when he was little, and had a bad dream or a fever, I didn't sleep at all. And then, the next morning, I would get up and cook for him and his father, and take care of my boy all day, weary to the bones. Those days were hard. As he got older, there were times I suffered with him, when someone or something had broken his heart. There were other times he would not listen to his father or me, and we feared he would get hurt doing something reckless. It was hard to understand sometimes why he did the things he did. But he grew up to be a fine and happy young man. I had many reasons to be proud of him. The joy was worth all the suffering and sacrifices.

The final days of his illness -- when I knew he might not live -- I thought I would go mad. I felt I was possessed of a demon. I begged God to let me die instead of my son. My friends and neighbors tried their best to comfort me, but they could not. Some of the people in Na'in made my pain worse, by saying I must have done something, or my son had done something, to deserve this death. They said God had turned God's back on us.

Then a man, a stranger, came to Na'in with his followers, and with a crowd. They came just as we were carrying my son out through the village gates to be buried. The strange man saw me weeping and asked one of my neighbors what had happened. One of the man's followers said to him: "Jesus, let's not stop – we have to be going." But the man called Jesus said no, they would stop. He came over to where my son lay. Then he came to where I stood and looked at me.

There was something in the face of this stranger that I'd never seen before. I am not comfortable with a strange man looking at me, and I could not meet his eyes for long. But even in a quick look, I saw that this man understood what it meant to suffer and to sacrifice. And at the same time, there was also the most amazing peace and joy about him. His eyes were so full of life. I don't know if he was a father, but I sensed he felt what I felt. He knew what it was to give life to another, and to be willing to die so that another could live.

When I looked at him I felt all that.

And he seemed to see something in me. It's hard to explain, but the way he looked at me was different from how I am usually looked at. Even when I was a young girl, I often had a feeling that when people saw me, they saw only an incomplete person. And when I married, they saw me only as a man's wife, not much more than one of his animals. When I had a son, they viewed me as someone to take care of a boy child. As if my husband and son – and nothing else – made me a person of value. And when my husband and son died – I lost my value.

But to this Jesus, I think… I was a daughter of God. Even in the lowest moment of my life.

When he saw my son lying dead, and my agony, Jesus wept. And I was amazed by that -- a stranger crying for us! He told my son to rise, and my boy got up right away, saying: "Mother, where are you?" And Jesus brought him to my arms. I was delirious with joy, it was unbelievable. I cannot tell you what I felt. Can one speak when the greatest wish of one's heart is realized? Can one speak of such a holy mystery? I only clutched my boy close, and we laughed and wept together, as if we would never let go.

The crowd was amazed and overjoyed but also afraid. Some, like me, had no words. Others began to whisper and murmur. Some shouted that this Jesus was a great man. Some said he was a prophet like Elijah, who raised another widow's son long ago. But I felt that Jesus must be greater even than Elijah. Elijah had to stretch himself out three times on that dead boy of long ago, and Jesus called out but once to my son. And there was something about this Jesus that I have never felt from any human being. If he is a prophet, I think he is the greatest one we have seen here in Judea.

Many in the crowd who saw my son rise said that God had looked favorably on his people. And I too felt that God was holding us in the palm of his hand. We gave thanks to this God who had done the impossible.

I have my son back with me now, and we are very happy. But I will never forget what it was to lose him. And I know that if another woman in my village loses a child -- and if for some reason we cannot find Jesus -- I will reach out to her with the compassion he showed me. I will tell her she is made in God's image, as the Scriptures say. That God loves her and her lost child. That I hurt for and with her. That in time the pain will become easier to bear. And I will never turn my back on her, as Jesus did not turn his back on me.

I will not say to her – as some said to me – that God is punishing her, or her child who died. What could a child do to deserve death? What could I have done, though I am far from perfect, to deserve the death of my son? This is judgment, humans judging each other, when we speak that way.

In Jesus, I heard something different. When he prayed to restore my son, he spoke to God as if God was his own parent. He prayed as if this God did not want to destroy human beings, but wills health and life for his creatures. Jesus did not judge my son or me; he helped us. He didn't turn and walk away because he was too busy, or too important. How can I, in turn, call myself a follower of Jesus if I refuse to comfort those who mourn?

Jesus has been gone from Na'in for some time now. I don't know if he will ever be back. I hear that many seek him, in Judea and beyond. But I will always remember what he did for my son and me. I will remember his kind eyes that knew the best and worst of life. I will remember the tears he cried over my son. And the way he looked at me, not through me. The dignity with which he treated me. As if he understood what it means to love greatly, and because of that love, to suffer, sacrifice, and rejoice, sometimes all at the same time. As if he knew what it was to love the way a mother or a father loves.
Monday, June 11, 2007 
As was mentioned in the last update we have now entered into the period of the church year known as ordinary time. I wish to briefly reiterate Laura's sense that this is a time for reflection and action. This is the time when the Scriptures we encounter on Sundays direct us to the life of faith. I encourage us to take this season of the church year to reflect and act on what we have encountered in our journey from Advent to Pentecost. For some it may be something new you have learned about God, or for others a new understanding of the faith, or for others maybe something about God and our faith that had been backdrop has been pulled to the foreground. What we have celebrated from Advent to Pentecost is the core of our faith, and the reason for any action we take in the world as Christians. These seasons feasts and fasts tell us who we are and how we are held in God. Take some time to rest and reflect in God, and from that find the ways God is calling you individually and us corporately to act in the world.

Announcements:
Jubilee USA's Annual 2007 Grassroots Conference... is this weekend June 15-17. Find out more about Sabbath Economics, the international debt crisis, economic justice, and globalization. Some of us from Reconciler are attending.

The Social Action Committee meeting is set for every second Tuesday of month at the 'Nidge, at 7:30 PM. But has been rescheduled for the following Tuesday June 19. Contact Jeremy John for more information.

Council meetings are every third Thursday of the Month our next Council meeting will be June 21st, at the 'Nidge, 7:30 PM.

Summer events:

Summer Neighborhood Festivals:
Reconciler has decided to have a booth at two summer festivals this year. We will need members of Reconciler to commit to help staff these booths at intervals over the weekends of the festivals. Sign up sheets for the festival held on July 14 and 15th will be coming soon.

The festivals and their dates are:
Celebrate Clark Street July 14 & 15

Glenwood Arts Festival August 25 and 26th
Our focus at the Glenwood Arts Festival will be Larry's iconography and any of our artists in the congregation who might want to display their work.

Potluck Supper and Reading of the book of James at Charity and Jeremy's house TBA. This is sponsored by the Social Action Committee.

'Nidge North (AKA Tripp and Trish's house) Potlucks and Movie nights TBA

Shared Worship with Immanuel Lutheran Church -- Sunday morning 10:30 August 5. No worship service at Reconciler that evening. Come worship with us Sunday morning, as we seek to deepen our connection to the Immanuel and St. Elias congregations, on our common "Campus of Discipleship."

In Christ,
Larry Kamphausen
Tuesday, June 05, 2007 

Category: Religion and Philosophy
Day of Pentecost
May 27, 2007
Readings: Acts 2:1-21, Psalm104: 24-34, 1 Corinthians 12:4-13, John 14:8-17
The Rev. Laura Gottardi-Littell

Fall on us afresh, Spirit, Comforter, our Advocate;
Help us receive the gift we need today.
For only you give breath to the Word,
only you bring the Word to life.
Amen.

Today we celebrate Pentecost, the gift of the Holy Spirit. In just a few short weeks, the apostles have experienced Christ's death, resurrection, ascension, and now this amazing, perplexing gift. Their emotions must have been complicated indeed.

On the one hand, the disciples may have been ready for Christ to put them in charge of his earthly mission. On the other hand…not so much. Suddenly the disciples have a boatload of responsibility. Now they ARE the church. Every-member ministry, or the priesthood of all believers, can have its daunting aspects. Thank God the disciples had the Spirit to guide and comfort them in the physical absence of Jesus.

Recently, I think I've experienced the Spirit on the move at Reconciler. I've felt a current of energy, excitement, harmony, and renewed purpose as we plan for the future as well as worship together.

Ten days ago we had the most focused, hopeful Council meeting I've attended since I've been at Reconciler. Seemed like we were all grabbing an oar and doing our part to move forward as a community of faith. Then last Wednesday we had an excellent Worship committee meeting where there was again a feeling of forward momentum. We expressed a variety of views on some fairly weighty topics. On several issues we reached a happy consensus, on another issue we agreed to simply let every voice be heard.

To speak in one's own voice, and let others speak in theirs, often requires courage, vulnerability, and humility. We need to let go of the urge to control and compete. I think this is Paul's message in 1st Corinthians 12: we are to use our gifts to confess Christ as Lord and build up community, not to show off our spiritual giftedness. Paul asks us to speak from the heart, knowing God communicates through imperfect human beings and human speech. Each of us hears God in our own language. Yet the same Spirit inspires us all, gives us breath.

In today's epistle reading, Paul writes to the church at Corinth about the great variety of spiritual gifts. He reminds the Corinthians they are all members of the body of Christ. Why does Paul write this? Is there a specific problem at Corinth he is addressing? Is there something church communities today can learn from it?

Gordon Fee, a Biblical scholar, believes the Corinthians are almost certainly abusing the gift of tongues. They may think that only people who speak in tongues are truly spiritual. As a correction, Paul emphasizes the importance of other spiritual gifts.

Paul has no problem with ecstatic speech: he himself speaks in tongues. But he does object when people talk in tongues in public worship, without interpreting. When no one understands the message, the community is not built up.

Gordon Fee thinks today's passage is part of a larger argument between Paul and the Corinthians about what it means to be spiritual. Some Corinthians may be living out an "otherworldly" spirituality, denying the physical, material side of Christianity. They may see themselves as already like the angels, and understand tongues as the language of angels."

But Paul understands spirituality differently. Life in the Spirit does not free us from our bodily existence, but liberates us to live in power and weakness on this earthly plane. Between the already here and the not yet, Paul calls us to loving, responsible relationships in community.

Paul's famous passage about love follows closely on the heels of his passage about spiritual gifts. Paul writes in 1 Cor 13: If I speak in the tongues of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal."

For Paul, love is the essential ingredient for the expression of spiritual gifts. Love aims to build up the community, tongues without translation do not.

So I think there are two essential messages in today's passage from 1st Corinthians: 1) all of us have spiritual gifts and 2) It's through Christian love, as Paul carefully defines love, that the gifts of each individual can be brought out, and a truly spiritual community can flourish.

Some time ago, I took part in a church retreat at Three Rivers monastery in Michigan. As our group attended monastic services, and talked about Benedictine spirituality and our lives, I felt a current binding us together, moving us along. It was as if we were being swept into the rhythm of the monks' prayer life. Our divisions of race, gender, status, and orientation seemed not to matter so much. When the monks chanted, it was as if their goal was to blend as thoroughly as possible. And yet the individuality of each monk is respected; they aren't clones. The Spirit allows them breathing room.

A woman dealing with some difficult emotional issues was on our retreat. She said of our time together: "This must be the way Jesus wanted it. Everyone working together, filling in gaps for each other, without even thinking about it." She experienced the presence of the Spirit in our midst.

The current we felt at the monastery is very different from the current described in Madeleine L'Engle's book, A Wrinkle in Time. This sci-fi classic, written by a devout Christian, features a planet taken over by an evil disembodied brain, called "It." The pulse of IT controls the minds and bodies of the planet's inhabitants. Each morning, all the people walk out of their houses at exactly the same moment. Children bounce their balls on the sidewalk in identical rhythm.

This is not the unity to which Paul calls the followers of Christ. Paul is not stressing unity in diversity, so much as diversity within unity. We are not to erase our individuality to form community, but love each other in our incarnational particularity.

Meg, the heroine of A Wrinkle in Time, learns that she can rescue her little brother Charles Wallace from the powerful clutches of IT, by actively loving her brother. For the one thing "IT" cannot do is love. IT is a totalitarian force requiring strict conformity, where the Holy Spirit Is a liberating presence that builds relationships founded on love and respect.

Paul calls the Corinthians, and us, to value each other's gifts. Some people's gifts are flashy, like speaking in tongues. But there are quiet gifts, just as valuable, that don't need interpreting. Paul frequently refers to his own ministry simply as diakonia, meaning "service." Author Marlene Wilson advocates a ministry of "quiet unspectacular things that matter, precisely where you are and with what you have." These include hospitality, active listening, refraining from gossip, helping with everyday things, bearing one another's burdens, and receiving each others' gifts.

This list is not so different from the list Paul sets down in 1 Corinthians 13: "Love is patient; love is kind....love does not insist on its own way." These behaviors call us to a certain simplicity in the midst of our complexity.
I think of the Shaker hymn "Simple Gifts." I think too of these words from theologian Martin Marty:

All truly deep people have at the core of their being the genius to be simple and to know how to seek simplicity...they are so uncluttered by any self-importance within and so unthreatened from without that they have what one philosopher calls a certain "availability"....Successful living is a journey towards simplicity and a triumph over confusion."

As Christians, we're called to be available and receptive in a chaotic world. Ours is not to be an otherworldly spirituality, but one grounded in the here and now. For Paul, being receptive to the Spirit is the essence of Christian life. What unites the Corinthians in all their diversity is their "common, lavish experience of the Spirit," their conversion experience.

Here in this place, I invite us to receive and revel in one another's gifts, and drink deeply of the Spirit that unites us. For it is the Spirit, God working in and through community, that allows us to move forward, reconcile, and rejoice. Let us serve simply and humbly, respect one another's differences, and speak the truth clearly in love. In so doing, may we build up the body and help others know the "common, lavish experience of the Spirit."

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Tuesday, June 05, 2007 
Reflection

Well, it's unofficially summer. Memorial Day is over, school's out or almost out. It's hot. And the cicadas are here.

It's also a new season in the church year. We're entering the Season after Pentecost, also known as "Ordinary Time." There are two periods of Ordinary time: the first begins after Epiphany and ends Ash Wednesday, and the second -- the one we're in now --begins after Pentecost and ends in Advent. These Ordinary times are separate from the "strong seasons" of Advent, Christmas, Lent, and Easter.

Ordinary in this case doesn't mean plain or common, but comes from the word ordinal, meaning "numbered." In Ordinary Time, Sundays are on a numbering system. For example, Sunday June 10th is "Proper 5" this year, and June 17th is "Proper 6." This system helps keep track of which Scriptures and prayers we read when.

There is something ordinary -- in a good way -- about these quieter parts of the church year. We've been blitzing through feast days and festivals, starting in Advent and working our way up to Easter and Pentecost. Lots of high points. They're important. But just as in our secular lives we need some "down time," we need a little ordinary time in our spiritual lives. To reflect on where we've come from and where we're going.

In this part of the world, church life often takes a breather in the summer. Sure, Sunday services continue, there's Vacation Bible School, church camp, maybe a mission trip. But the pace does usually slow. People are away on vacation, committees don't meet as often. Churches chill.

Things certainly aren't grinding to a halt here at Reconciler, but we are mellowing out a bit this summer, after doing a lot of good work together. We're going to socialize (spiritually) at each other's houses. One evening we'll read the Book of James together and share a meal. Other evenings, we'll watch some movies with theological content and discuss them over potluck. Some of us are attending the Jubilee conference. Others are being a presence at neighborhood festivals. We'll have a Sunday of shared worship with Immanuel Lutheran. We're doing stuff. But in a lower key. And that's all right.

In 1937, the World Council of Churches suggested that churches observe a period called "Kingdomtide" in what's now the Season after Pentecost, this season we call Ordinary Time. That didn't "take" with most of the Churches, except the Methodists and a few others, who began to observe Kingdomtide between August and Advent. Kingdomtide focuses on peace and justice issues, particularly assisting the poor, whereas the first part of the Season after Pentecost (May to August) focuses more on inner spirituality.

I think that's a good vision for us to uphold this summer -- and beyond -- as a Church: this twin focus on spirituality and social justice. Taking time to reflect on our actions, and act on our reflections. If we do that well, Ordinary Time can in its own quiet way be an extraordinary time.

In God's peace,
Laura+

The Reverend Laura Gottardi-Littell
for The Pastoral Team
The Church of Jesus Christ, Reconciler

Announcements

Jubilee USA's Annual 2007 Grassroots Conference... Come to Jubilee USA's annual 2007 grassroots conference June 15-17 to find out more about about Sabbath Economics, the international debt crisis, economic justice, and globalization. $35 early bird registration includes Saturday and Sunday lunch and breakfast. See Jeremy for more details.

The Worship Committee met and came to some agreements regarding which versions of the Lord's Prayer we want to use, and how to proceed with getting a processional cross and Eucharistic vessels. The Worship Committee will forward these recommendations to the Reconciler Council. We also had a helpful discussion on inclusive language.

Summer events to put on your calendar:
1) Potluck Supper and Reading of the book of James at Charity and Jeremy's house TBA. This is sponsored by the Social Action Committee.

2) 'Nidge North (AKA Tripp and Trish's house) Potlucks and Movie nights

3) Shared Worship with Immanuel Lutheran Church -- Sunday morning 10:30 August 5. No worship service at Reconciler that evening. Come worship with us Sunday morning, as we seek to deepen our connection to the Immanuel and St. Elias congregations, on our common "Campus of Discipleship."

4) Summer Neighborhood Festivals:
Reconciler has decided to have a booth at two summer festivals this year. We will need members of Reconciler to commit to help staff these booths at intervals over the weekends of the festivals. The festivals and their dates are:

Celebrate Clark Street July 14 & 15
Glenwood Arts Festival August 25 and 26th

Our focus at the Glenwood Arts Festival will be Larry's iconography and any of our artists in the congregation who might want to display their work.
TBA
Tuesday, May 22, 2007 

Category: Religion and Philosophy

Sermon: Feast of the Ascension
May 20, 2007
Community Church of Wilmette
Church of Jesus Christ, Reconciler

Then he opened their minds to understand the scriptures, and he said to them, "Thus it is written, that the Messiah is to suffer and to rise from the dead on the third day, and that repentance and forgiveness of sins is to be proclaimed in his name to all nations, beginning from Jerusalem.
(Luke 24:45-47)


Alleluia! The Lord is risen!
The Lord is risen, indeed! Alleluia!

I loved Jerry Falwell.

Yes, I admit it. I loved him. I imagine that may come as a surprise to many. He was a divisive, difficult, hyper-political, sometimes racist, vitriolic crazyman from Lynchburg, VA. And yet, I loved him.

For those of you who are unaware, Rev. Jerry Falwell died on May 15 at the age of 73. He has been a fixture on the national religious and political stages for as long as I can remember.

Now, I will also admit that my love of Jerry was not always gentle affection. No. Most of the time Falwell served that J.R. Ewing (Do you remember Dallas?) function in the Baptist peanut gallery that resides in my head. This is true. But he has been present no less, part of the "great cloud of witnesses" leading me toward salvation.

Growing up in Virginia, it was almost impossible to talk about or think about faith without Jerry's voice ringing in your head. And, eventually, it was almost impossible to talk about politic without the same thing happening. Jerry was simply present in the midst of all of it, haranguing us, his audience with word after word. It was almost impossible not to respond somehow.

So, I formed my faith life in the shadow of Jerry Falwell. I chose the reaction formation route. What Jerry did. I would do the opposite. At first it seemed like a really good idea.

But in the process there is this temptation, a strange temptation…

Leave the scriptures behind.
Leave the tradition or the culture of the church behind.
Remain mute on matters of faith.
Reject Christianity all together.

Maybe I am alone in this. Maybe I am the only one who does this when I encounter a personality as unwavering a Falwell's was. But just in case…

Do we accidentally undermine the church in the process of trying not to be like Jerry? Do we actually accomplish the opposite of our goal or presenting an alternative when we try to rescue our faith by succumbing to any one of the above temptations? Do we actually maroon our faith somewhere, or abandon it in some way?

I think so.

Instead of following this path, we need to speak out. As tiresome and implausible as it may seem to many of us, we have to speak out. I know that some of us might be tired of debating Jerry. I do. But it is essential that Christians of all stripes speak truth to the world, and not just the Jerry's. It has been so since the earliest days of the Church. It will continue to be so.

We cannot abandon the story. We cannot stop reading the scriptures and proclaiming our interpretations just because Jerry was never convinced that we were even remotely on to something.

We must seek alternative voices. We must go where people are speaking.

So, who are the alternative voices? Who else is speaking? Who can help us reclaim the church if, as I do, we believe we need to?

Was William Sloan Coffin, the esteemed preacher from Riverside in the 1960's and 1970's, your alternative voice?  Is Jim Wallis, from Sojourners and God's Politics fame? Perhaps that Emergent Church guru, Brian McLaren, has something to contribute in his "generous orthodoxy."

Perhaps I am that voice.
Perhaps you are that voice.

Perhaps it is you and I who are called to embrace the scriptures once again, to sit at the feet of Jesus and have our hearts and minds opened to the scriptures.

What would it sound like to embrace scripture? Is it something that people could listen to, something people could hear?

Have our minds been opened to hear the scriptures?

Are we willing to sit with Christ, and listen to what he says about the scriptures? Listen to the words again.

Then he opened their minds to understand the scriptures, and he said to them, "Thus it is written, that the Messiah is to suffer and to rise from the dead on the third day, and that repentance and forgiveness of sins is to be proclaimed in his name to all nations, beginning from Jerusalem.

Now, remember, the scriptures here are the Hebrew Bible, the books of Moses, the prophets, and the Psalms. Jesus was not reading from second Corinthians.

Our interpretive task today, however, is from Luke.

Do you see the parallel that Luke presents to us in this passage? Do you see how suffering goes with repentance? Do you see how resurrection is paralleled with forgiveness? Jesus' life is the ultimate model of compassion. This is what Luke wants us to know.

Repentance leads to forgiveness. Repentance teaches us compassion. Through repentance, we learn that all of us are struggling in this world. We all make mistakes, hurt people, hurt ourselves. And we must be prepared to name this kind of suffering. Then forgiveness is available to us…God's forgiveness and the forgiveness of those whom we have harmed. This is suffering and resurrection at the relational level.

The message that we are to proclaim to all the nations beginning from Jerusalem is this…Jesus is the model of all compassion. God is compassionate. Yes, there is suffering. No, faith is not easy. I do things wrong. I have to repent. But there is forgiveness. And that forgiveness is so great that it even overcomes death in the end.

We are to offer such compassion to all of the world. That is evangelism. That is mission.

In the process, we will encounter diversity. We will encounter hostility. We will encounter opposition. But there are ways to understand this as well.

Listen to these words from Becca Hartman, a senior at Northwestern University and an American Baptist. Her words are about interfaith dialogue, but they apply to our task today.

In interfaith dialogue, we do not suggest that all religions are the same; they are not. We do not ask individuals to give up or dilute their beliefs for the sake of peaceful conversation. In fact, it is in respectful listening and even vulnerable sharing with people of diverse religious traditions that we learn how to articulate and celebrate our own beautiful traditions and beliefs.

You see, what Becca says is true not just in interfaith dialogue, but in intra-faith dialogue as well. What I fear we often do as liberals or progressives, is give up the truth behind these words from Luke's Gospel. We dilute our faith hoping to not offend someone else. We dilute our faith hoping not to be mistaken for someone else.

We are to engage scripture. We are to deepen our roots in scripture and the tradition of the church, not abandon it because one individual voice seems to hold sway.

We are to proclaim and demonstrate the truth behind these words from Luke. Compassionate action and proclamation go hand in hand. We are to seek repentance and the forgiveness of those we harm. We are to interpret this passage on the public stage proclaiming it to all the nations, as well as in our personal lives. This passage is the seed of compassion. This interpretation of scripture is the seed of compassion. The story of the suffering and resurrection of the messiah is the story of compassion.

What is compassion without the self-knowledge that leads to repentance?

It is empty.

A dialogue like the one Becca describes is only possible when we have delved into our own traditions and learned to own them, warts and all, foibles, sins and their richness. We must become apologists for the faith. Jerry Falwell, in leading a conversation on the national stage compelled me to learn how to do this. Perhaps mine was to some degree a reaction formation, but he has shaped a debate for generations of Christians in America. The debate is not over. Jerry did not win it. It continues.

We are called to speak compassion. If people believe that our faith tradition is not about compassion and transformation of the individual and the community, most likely it is because no one is telling them. We are called to speak compassion.

Perhaps this is the interpretation that the world needs to hear…that we need to speak.

I share all this with you because of my own search for God and the incredible impact that Jerry Falwell had on that journey. I need a language. I need a community. And when I began my search, I was handed the rhetoric of the Moral Majority. I found its words and its actions confusing.

But, at the time at least, there were no other voices that I was aware of. No one else seemed to be speaking. So I chose to live without faith. It was much easier than any other course of action that I could devise. Perhaps I was lazy. This is certainly within the realm of possibility.

Eventually, intuitively, I turned to the church. I took classes in college. I lived with Christians. I sang hymns. I participated in the charitable life of the church. I marched on the state capital. I slowly found a voice. I learned compassion. I learned to love Jerry Falwell.

Jerry was right. Faith, though personal, is never private.

Jerry was right. Salvation can be found in the church…in the community of the faithful, the shared life of those who are the Body of Christ.

Jerry was right. We are to be passionate in the proclamation of the Gospel.

We dare not duplicate his mistakes in our attempts, however. We cannot marry the church to any one political party, to any one platform. And we must be constantly vigilant to follow the way of compassion, the way of repentance that leads to forgiveness. The more public our profession of faith becomes, the more difficult repentance becomes. Our egos get involved. We don't want the humiliation. And yet, if we are to speak and model such compassion as described by Luke's Gospel, then we have little choice.

This is our day to observe the Ascension of Christ, that strange moment in the history of the church where Jesus flies away in to the heavens. This is yet another moment in the story that shifts the definition of how God is present in the world.

At Christmas, God is born…a small child.

During Epiphany and Lent, we find God present in the life and work of Jesus.

Our understanding of incarnation is changed in the resurrection of Jesus proclaimed at Easter.

And again, our understanding is changed today. We are the Body of Christ. The Church is the incarnation of God. We are to go out into the world and be the incarnation of compassion.

It is an active faith.
It is a working faith.
It is a giving faith.
It is a speaking faith.

If we do not speak, proclaim what Jesus asked us to proclaim in Luke's Gospel, then the body is mute. Christ was a speaker. We remember his actions and his words. Many ask, "What would Jesus do?" I want to know, brothers and sisters, "What would Jesus say?"

Alleluia! The Lord is risen!
The Lord is risen, indeed. Alleluia!



Currently reading:
Girl Meets God: A Memoir
By Lauren F. Winner
Release date: 30 December, 2003
Monday, April 30, 2007 

Category: Parties and Nightlife
We are now fully in the Season of Easter: a festive and yet reflective season. The need for reflection comes when our world reminds us that we are still in between the promise of the Resurrection and its ultimate fulfillment. I choose to interpret the use of Revelations in the Revised Common Lectionary as a reminder of the end toward which we are moving. In that sense the festivity of Easter is a challenge to us to continually internalize the meaning and significance of the Resurrection. Certainly this is a great resource of hope for our lives in what is as often as not a chaotic and pain filled world. Given this reality the question continually before us is do we live as though the Resurrection is truth and that through our baptism we have been fully identified with Christ both in his death and his Resurrection. The truth and reality of the Resurrection is both promise and the reality we live in now as the Church. So we sing out Alleluia!


Announcements


Bible Study:
Continues this Wednesday at 7:30 PM in the side chapel of Immanuel Lutheran church. We are studying the Pilgrimage itinerary of Egeria a 4th century nun who visited the Holy Land and recorded the various worship practices and holy sites she found on her way. The study will focus on how the worship she describes became the source for the development of lectionaries, the church year and the celebrations of Holy Week and Easter.

There will be four sessions. First session will focus on the interaction of place, prayer, scripture text for marking foundational events and people for the Faith. The second and third sessions will focus on the Holy Week and Easter liturgies in Jerusalem, which eventually spread throughout the church. The fourth session will focus on worship at Reconciler as it relates to the forms of prayer and liturgy Egeria witnesses to in her itinerary. This final session will lead into the worship committee open forum on May 23rd.

Worship Committee:
We would like to invite all interested Reconcilers to come to a worship
committee meeting 7:30 PM Wednesday May 23 at Kaffeine in Evanston -- to discuss such hot-button liturgical items as: Which version of the Lord's prayer we want to use? What kind of processional cross do we want to purchase? And....what about inclusive language?

Summer Community Outreach:
We are planning to have a booth and be a presence at The Glenwood Arts Festival and the Edgewater neighborhood street festival this summer. Both Festivals are in August. Please consider including helping out with the booths as part of your summer plans. More information to come.

In Christ,
Larry Kamphausen
Currently listening:
Passion
By Peter Gabriel
Release date: 07 May, 2002
Monday, April 16, 2007 

Yom HaShoah


Sunday, April 15, 2007 

Authority or Authorship

(lectionary)

Alleluia! The Lord is risen!
The Lord is risen, indeed! Alleluia.

It may be hard to believe, but it is still Easter. This is the second Sunday of the Easter Season…so be ready, everyone, for who might walk through that door. You don't know when the risen Christ himself may come in.

What? Do you think that's foolish? Well, perhaps it is. But in reading today's gospel passage, it seems that one can never be too sure when Jesus is going to show up and show you his wounds and offer you peace.

Yes, peace.

When it was evening on that day, the first day of the week, and the doors of the house where the disciples had met were locked for fear of the Jews, Jesus came and stood among them and said, "Peace be with you." (John 20:19)

There they were, in fear, and a fair bit of doubt. Everything had come to a screeching halt. And there they were on the first day, a Sunday mind you, and Jesus walks in and says "Peace be with you."

Peace.

The disciples were in terror. The religious authorities hunted them. Their beloved teacher had been killed…and had somehow been taken away. Raised? Even after last week's Easter proclamation, the disciples still feared. Sure, maybe Jesus had been raised, but what of them? What of them? They still faced the Sanhedrin, the face of the religious powers. They still faced Pilate and the power of the Roman Empire. They were afraid. So they locked the doors and sat with one another.

Sometimes, in the presence of such authority as the disciples faced…be it a government, a religious body, or in our time, a corporation, it is difficult to imagine that someone or something can stand…

…stand in opposition

…or stand in truth.

It is difficult to imagine standing much anywhere with any kind of strength or hope. I imagine this is what was running through the minds of all the disciples on that morning.

What now?

Where do we stand?

How do we go on?

No wonder they doubted. No wonder they feared.

But then Jesus appears. And he offers peace. They all touch his wounds in his hands. They all touch his side…all but Thomas. I think Thomas gets a bum rap in some ways. It is not that he is an exceptional doubter. It is simply that he was not there on the first Sunday when Jesus came before the disciples.

But Jesus comes again.

A week later his disciples were again in the house, and Thomas was with them. Although the doors were shut, Jesus came and stood among them and said, "Peace be with you."

Then he said to Thomas, "Put your finger here and see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it in my side. Do not doubt but believe." (John 20:26-27)

"My Lord and my God."

There, Jesus stands. And Thomas recognizes him. Like the other disciples before him, he touches the wounds. Like the other disciples before him, his faith is restored. Ancient sources also suggest that it is safe to assume that Thomas, too, received the Holy Spirit as Christ breathed on him that day.

Thomas' faith proclamation of "My Lord and my God" was not only a response to the assurance of wounds, the proof that the disciples were telling the truth. Let's not make that mistake.

The response was also to the fact that the wounds were overcome.

Yes, overcome.

It is that Jesus, in spite of what the authorities did, stood before Thomas and offered peace. He was risen. The wounds that the world gave him did not end him.

The wounds that the empire offered, both Rome and the religious authorities, did not end him. God overcomes the empire. The marks of the cross, the marks of empire, of human authority, are overshadowed by God's mercy revealed in Christ's resurrection.

"My Lord and my God."

Christ's wounds do not end him. They do not even define him. They announce solidarity with us. Grace, love, and our very salvation, as someone once said, are authored by God. We are drawn into the story of resurrection, a story that trumps the powers of the world. It does so with shouts of mercy, and with the announcement of peace. It does so bearing the wounds of the world….your wounds…my wounds...the wounds of the oppressed and persecuted.

God's mercy endures forever, says the Psalmist.

Now, the disciples do not remain behind locked doors contemplating the story. They do not simply sit on this stuff. Nor do not stir up violent resistance. But they do stir up trouble. Peter and the apostles will stand before the religious empire of their day and say, "We must obey God rather than any human authority." (Acts 5:29) They will stand and proclaim the story, the story of a risen Lord and the peace that he offers. They will stand in the face of the empire and proclaim "mercy."

"Mercy!" is the church's response when the empire cries,

    "Fear!"

        "Scarcity! We need more!"

                                                        The church cries, "Mercy!"

The church stands as Christ in the world. The community of the faithful stands as Christ did before the disciples, before those living in fear and says, "Peace be with you." The wounds are never denied. The wounds are real. Trouble is real. Death and mayhem are real. There are horrible things in this world. Empires still exist. And they still live on fear. And the church must stand in opposition to such things.

In our day and age, we stumble across empires all the time, some are almost hidden from view…corporate empires, political empires, media empires, military empires, entertainment empires…and, yes, religious empires. In Acts, the disciples stand before the theocrats and cry "mercy" when they would rather cause people to fear.

Every institution is tempted to become an empire.

Empires want to stand in their authority. The spirit of empire wants you to believe that you need what it possesses.

But Christ, and those who profess Christ, stand in the story. We stand in the story where empires come to an end. Eventually Rome falls, brothers and sisters, but God's mercy endures forever.

We stand in the story. We stand not in authority, but in authorship, in the presence of the "author of our salvation." For the word of God, the word uttered at the beginning of creation is "Peace."

"Mercy."

We proclaim the forgiveness of sins.

We proclaim mercy and not fear.

We proclaim peace and not scarcity.

The failure to do so can be calamitous. For, as Dietrich Bonhoeffer said, "The church is only the church when it serves the other."

Sometimes, brothers and sisters, an authority can rise up, an empire can rise up, and it can decimate what lies before it. Thus the church's message must be constant. The church must always proclaim the story; it's faith in a risen savior. It must proclaim that authorship belongs to God, that human authority is fleeting. It must proclaim mercy and peace to all the world.

And when the world wounds people, when powers rise up, the church must stand as Christ did, bearing the wounds…in solidarity with all who suffer.

Alleluia! The Lord I risen!
The Lord is risen, indeed! Alleluia!

Thanks be to God.

Preached by Rev. Tripp Hudgins

Currently listening:
Al Green - Greatest Hits
By Al Green
Release date: 01 August, 1995