“Trust Fall” Psalm 62:5-12 (August 3, 2014)

Once upon a time, in jolly old EnglandUnknown
there was a gameshow called, I’m not even joking, Golden Balls. There were several rounds between multiple players.
Each round added money to the pot and eliminated
opponents until it got down to the final two going
for all the prize money.

The very last round is called “split or steal”.
It’s based on an old psychological experiment,
designed to see whether people would trust each other
to work for the common good,
or whether people would look out first and only for themselves – if, instead of sharing, they would adopt an
“If I can’t have it, no one can” attitude
even knowing their greed might mean no one
gets anything in the end.

In the game, the contestants each have two
golden balls in front of them.
One has the word “split” written in it and the other “steal”.
Each contestant will choose to split or steal the prize.
Once they choose the ball
the contestants reveal to everyone their choice simultaneously.
If both choose to split, then the prize money is split between them.
If one chooses split and the other steal,
then the one who chose steal gets the entire prize.
If both contestants chose steal – if both tried to take everything –
then no one wins anything.

The tricky part is before they choose
they are given the chance to talk to each other openly.
Remember these are complete strangers.
Each contestant tries to convince the other to choose split
because – they promise – that is what they are going to do.
This happens in every episode.
Both parties emphatically beg each other to choose split
so that they both win. On occasion it happens.
Both are trustworthy and honest and walk away
with half the prize money.
But it wouldn’t be an entertaining show
if that was how it always happened.
Let me show you a clip from one episode where
100,000 pounds or about 170,000 dollars was on the line.

The second clip I want to show from the game has
received some internet buzz.
There is about $22,000.00 on the line and
one of the contestants employs a strategy
that has never been done on this show before.
You can tell by the reaction of his opponent
just how odd this strategy is.

When we chose to trust someone we are always taking a risk.
We can laugh and cheer at games like Golden Balls
because all that is really on the line is prize money.
At worst you walk out with what you had walking in
and perhaps a little embarrassment.
But what if there was more at stake?
When we see someone taking advantage of trust,
it can cause us to harden ourselves against trusting others. Strangers, friends, church members… it doesn’t matter;
every time we experience a break in trust,
it gets a little bit harder to trust again.

How many times are we out driving to go to the store
or to work and we see a stranger on the side of the road
with a cardboard sign asking for money?
How many times do we feel compelled to stop and
give them something?
I can tell you, for me, it’s very tough to convince myself
that that person is being truthful about their situation.
The trouble is most of the time we fail to realize
that we are basing our judgments on our own past experience
not this individuals current situation.

Trust is tricky when it comes to strangers.
We do well to be careful… but we also do well to, when in doubt,
err on the side of generosity and good faith… because:
Times are tough and people are in need.
Jesus wasn’t joking when he said
“The poor you will have with you always.”
We cannot ignore the possibility that the person seeking
our help is truly in need.
I don’t know about you but I can live with being fooled;
I couldn’t stand being cruel.

Sometimes it is even difficult to trust the people that we know –
sometimes it’s actually even more difficult, isn’t it?
We develop specific comfort levels with the type of personal
knowledge that we are willing to share with one another.
I will share only this much about my life and no more
because it is too painful,
or too embarrassing,
or people would think less of me if they knew this.
To a very select few your life may indeed be an open book,
while to others there are entire sections of your life
that you deem off limits,
because you don’t feel you can trust them with
that kind of personal knowledge.

The church is a good example of this as well.
We are good about sharing surface things or good things,
but when it comes to admitting that there
are messy areas of our lives that we need prayer for
or accountability for, we shut people out.
We all want to pray for and support each other
but we are certainly wary about airing our own
dirty laundry or accepting help even when
it’s help we genuinely need.
We don’t want people to look too closely
and realize that our lives are just as messy as the next person.

We come into church thinking that we need to look
like we have it all together or people might think
we aren’t good enough to be here.
We fail to trust each other with our burdens,
because we think those burdens are unique and ours to bear alone.

This kind of thinking, however,
does not even come into play when we are talking
about trusting God which is what the psalmist
is writing about in our scripture today.

When we speak of trust – in people or in God –
we are really talking about faith.
Not faith as in a list of specific beliefs
to which we give some form of intellectual assent,
but rather faith as that in which we place our fullest confidence.

When we place our confidence or trust in people,
or money, or stature, or power, we are eventually, assuredly,
going to be disappointed.

When we place our confidence in God, however,
we are never disappointed.
In fact we find that God is with us in the good times and bad.
God walks with us through the valley of the shadow,
and draws us toward realizing our full potential in Christ.

Our confidence, our faith in God means
we can trust that in our darkest hours
or in our moments of profoundest joy, we are never alone.
We are forever connected to the only one worthy
of our absolute trust and confidence,
the only one who will never let us go or let us down.

We do not have to strategize and plan
to find a way to get God to be on our side.
We do not have to play split or steal with God,
to hide our true motive, to hold ourselves back,
or to try to “get” God before God “gets” us.
Because we know that God has proven who God is
and what God is willing to sacrifice to be with us.
God chooses us. God places confidence in us.
Even though God knows that we are going
to choose to “steal” on occasion, God chooses us,
and God forgives us, and God loves us all the same.

We all have plenty of reasons to mistrust strangers.
We have all been betrayed by friends.
Even the church, for all its good intentions,
has let us down at times and sometimes in really big ways. But we must remember that none of those are God.
None of those are the Creator who chose
to come down and dwell with us and die for us;
proving God’s love for us.

Our trust in God is never misplaced.
No matter how vulnerable we may feel,
no matter what we are facing,
no matter how much pressure we feel to keep
putting on a happy face – we can be real with God.
God is big enough for our questions;
God is big enough to handle our failures and our doubts;
God is big enough to take even our anger, our grief,
and our heartache – to let us be ourselves,
our real selves, exactly who we are,
with all our fears and all our scars,
with all our hopes and wildest dreams
God loves us, just as we are, so whoever, wherever we are,
we can trust ourselves fully to God.

Trust is still a struggle,
especially when we have been hurt before.
Forgiveness is never easy, but you find,
when you do forgive, it’s not about excusing the other person
it’s about setting yourself free,
giving yourself permission to let go of the hurt they caused. And on behalf of the churches who’ve hurt you,
on behalf of the pastors and church people
and neighbors and friends
who’ve meant the very best and yet
betrayed your trust in painful ways, let me say:
I’m sorry. We’re sorry. We are only human, too, and sometimes –
sometimes we get it wrong.
But please, don’t let our failures in God’s name
keep you from trusting the God who loves you,
always, who forgives us and welcomes us
and loves each one of us – failures and hurts and all.
And so this week, may you find your heart softening
to the plight of strangers as you begin to forgive
the broken trusts of your past,

may you find your openness to friends increasing
as you trust in God as the champion and protector of your heart,

and may you find your faith in God growing
as you step out in faith as children of God,
confident in God’s love. Amen? Amen.


“Old is The New New” II Corinthians 4:8-9;16-18 (July 27, 2014)

It is no secret that the Church in North America BACK TO BASICS
has been in decline for several decades.
This steady drop in church attendance and affiliation
is not unique to United Methodists
but has been experienced by most mainline denominations
in the U.S.

The experience is so widespread
that entire industries have sprung up
around the idea of church growth.
There are seminars and work shops
and small group curriculums
any and all gimmicks you can think of
designed to help you increase attendance and membership
in our local congregations.

About 20 years ago the mega church movement began.
Churches like Willow Creek, Mars Hill, and Saddleback
developed the concert model of worship.
People came in droves because Sunday morning
was like going to a rock concert and the messages from the pastors were “seeker sensitive” never getting too heavy
or asking too much of those in attendance.

This model of worship, as I said, brought in thousands of people
but at its core had a glaring problem
that the leadership in those churches
have only recently began to recognize.

You see amidst the awesome music
and the catchy t-shirts and messages
that left hearers feeling warm and fuzzy on the inside
those churches forgot that
we were not called to go into all the world
and make church attenders.
It isn’t enough to make Christian consumers or fans of Jesus.
We are called to go and make disciples.
To bring people the message of God’s love
and to teach them to walk with Christ.

Mega churches are not alone in forgetting their calling though.
Even we United Methodists have had our bouts of trial and error.
A few years back every where you went in Methodist circles
we had pamphlets and commercials about
how we need to “ReThink Church”
and the “10,000 doors” campaign.

Anybody remember those?
The whole idea was that every point of contact we have
– every one of us, every day – is a potential “door” to the church,
an opportunity to connect people to Christ.
A lot of flyers were printed up and some thinking
and rethinking got done but most of those 10,000 doors
have never been knocked on.

And I want to be clear.
I am not trying to say that all of these things are bad
or not worth trying. The Church saw a problem
and reacted to it and tried new things
and that is not necessarily a bad thing.
So long as those new things never obscure the old thing.
The old thing being our calling to make disciples,
to love God, and to love others.

Our selection of verses from 2nd Corinthians this morning
speaks of how the church is afflicted but not crushed,
persecuted but not forsaken, struck down but not destroyed.
It goes on to tell us that all of that hardship and affliction is nothing
compared to the eternal glory that we share in Christ.

Right in the middle though, sandwiched in there in verse 16

is where I would like us to focus.
Because its too easy to get bogged down
on the negative afflicting and crushing of verses 8 and 9
and to be honest that just gets depressing.
And likewise if we focus too much on the future glory
of verses 17 and 18 well, as an old friend once told me
you “Don’t [want to] become so heavenly minded
that you’re no earthly good.”

Because the vast majority of our lives
are lived in the in between:
struggling with the despair, trying to hold on to hope
and it’s a hard place to be.

So right there in verse 16 we read
“So we do not lose heart. Even though our outer nature
is wasting away, our inner nature is being renewed day by day.”

When life is hard… We do not lose heart.
When we are struggling… We do not lose heart.
When even the church seems to be falling apart around us…
We do not lose heart.
We do not lose heart, because even then
when it seems like death and decay and despair have gotten
the upper hand we remember that ours is a God of resurrections,
a God who restores our souls and renews us, day by day.

Friends I truly hope that I am not the first person to tell you this
but if I am this may come as a shock to you.
There is no great praise band, or catchy slogan,
or sign, or dynamic pastor, or amount of cleaning
and updating of the church that is going
to cause people from the community to flock through these doors.

There is no gimmick.
I don’t have any magic wand or magnet to draw people here.
But do not lose heart.
There is more at work than meets the eye.
Though out outer nature is wasting away,
our inner nature is being renewed day by day.

No gimmicks. Just the gospel.
God still changes lives. That’s where our hope is found.

I have had the opportunity to share my story with a few of you
but most could probably guess that I have struggled
with my weight for most of my adult life.
I tried all the miracle weight loss drugs and the fad diets.
For a time I even considered one of the weight loss surgeries.
Then it happened. I finally discovered the secret.
The magic bullet for losing weight.

I lost over 120 pounds in the course of two years.
You want to know what it was that finally helped me
to lose all that weight? A healthy diet and regular exercise.
I know! It can’t be true right? That’s just an old wives tale.
The experts have been trying to sell us that one for years
but I stand here to tell you that diet and exercise
are the key to weight loss. It wasn’t easy.
It was a lot of hard work and sweaty days at the gym.
But it worked.

So what happened? I know right.

I think back on it every day and wish for those good old days
when I only had to go to the big and tall shop to buy hats.
So what happened? In short, I lost heart.
My son was diagnosed with leukemia.
He was afflicted, and I was crushed.
I felt abandoned. When he passed away I was nearly destroyed.
I lost control and I lost heart.
Its probably better to say my heart was ripped out, not merely lost.

This happens in the church too.
Events and circumstances beyond our control
cause us to lose heart. We forget to renew ourselves.
We opt to dream of the good old days
when the pews were full but we forget what it was that got us there.

You see the discipline of exercise and healthy eating
that I had learned and thrived on in the early days
were exactly what I needed to get me through the hard days.
But I forgot that. I let myself go. I made excuses.

We all do it. We make excuses.
The church is no different because the church is us.
We forget to reach out because we are too busy licking our wounds
and expecting the world to come to us.
We cling to the idea that its not our fault because
“The neighborhood has changed.
The world’s not like it was in the good old days.
I’m too old to make a difference.
I am too young for people to take seriously.
But this is the way we have always done it. It’s too hard to change.”

Folks the answer to the question of church growth
is not about the latest gimmick or guru.
There is no magic pill or 30 minute outreach video
with special guest star Tony Robbins.
Church growth happens in much the same way it always has.
We love God and we love our neighbors.
It’s as easy – and as hard as that.

Now how we love our neighbors can take many different forms.
It can be through Vacation Bible School, bible studies,
small group meetings, and Sunday morning worship.
But it is just as likely, if not more so,
in this day and age for it to take place at backyard barbecues,
birthday parties, and simple invitations of friendship
to those around us.
But none of that will matter if we do not take advantage
of the renewal offered to us by God.

I lost heart when Carl passed away
and it has taken me most of the past 9 months
to pick my heart back up and stop losing it.
That’s not to say that I pick it up everyday.
I have to make a choice to get up and trust
that a healthy diet and exercise are going
to work to help me lose weight again.
Somedays, to be honest, I don’t make the right choice.
But I can tell you that the days that I make the right choice
are starting to overshadow the days
that I make the wrong one.

I am making the choice to be renewed day by day and we,
as a church, need to make the same choice.

John Wesley, you might have heard of him,
one of the founding fathers of Methodism,
believed that the Christian life was summed up
in the idea that we are to love God and love others.
He took those two areas of love and broke them down
further into Acts of Piety and Acts of Mercy.
This is for Christians the common-sense, hard-work,
life-changing equivalent of exercising and eating right.

Acts of Piety are the things we do to care
of our own relationship with God.
Things like prayer, communion, reading the scriptures,
and discussing the things of God together.
The Acts of Mercy are the things we do to love and care for others
and help them to discover a relationship with God.
Things like visiting the sick, giving to the poor,
and volunteering to help the less fortunate.
Together, Wesley called these things the Means of Grace.
Or the different avenues by which we can experience God’s grace.

When we feel as though we are losing heart
the thing that we need most is grace
and it is through these channels of piety and mercy
that we find a most ample supply.

So that means as we move ahead and seek to love God
and to love our neighbors we must reconnect
to the grace God supplies.
We need to take a little more time to read our bibles
and discuss our faith journey with each other.
We need to connect with God’s people more than we have been.

Because before we can hope to give God’s love and grace to others
we must remember to partake of it ourselves.
We must allow God to renew us as we look into his word together,
as we pray together, as we grow together in God’s love.
Then we can fling open the doors
and find those in need of Christ’s love.
We can give it to them freely from our abundance
because we will once again be connected to the source
from which all love, grace, and mercy abounds.
Amen? Amen.

“The [fear and] Wonder Years” Psalm 139:13-16 (July 20, 2014)

For the past couple of years Michaela has been going tumblr_m46szsKwZ01qbatwqo1_1280
to some excellent pre-kindergarden classes and has had a blast.
This year she will be starting Kindergarden and
she could not be more excited.
The only concern she has is that she doesn’t know anyone yet but
with the rate at which Michaela makes friends that concern will end
about 2 minutes after she walks in the door.

Michaela is excited.
Michaela’s daddy on the other hand is a little scared;
and not for the reasons you would think.
I am not scared because her going to school means
she is growing up so fast.
That happens, I have made my peace with it.

What scares me is that sooner or later
the voices of her peers are going to start to say things.
Things that they cannot take back.
Things that my little girl, and make no mistake
she will always be my little girl,
they will say things that she will carry with her for the rest of
her life.

She has spent the first four years of her life under our care.
She constantly hears from us about how smart she is,
how creative she is, how strong, how beautiful.
She hears that she is loved and worthy of love.
She hears that she is special, one of a kind, a beloved child of God.

But soon the voices of Bri, Grandma Cathy, and I will
not mean as much to her as the voices of her friends and peers. She will start to hear that she isn’t special, or beautiful, or smart,
or loved.
And what terrifies me is that I know she will
start to believe those voices.

I know this will happen because it happens to us all
in some way shape or form.

During our lives we hear all kinds of voices speaking all kinds of words
towards us. Sometimes the words are words of life.
Words that lift our spirits and help push us towards the 
 realization of our potential as human beings and as followers
of Christ.

And then there are the voices that speak words of death.
The words that crush our spirits and tear at the core of our being. Words that leave destruction in their wake.
Words that are difficult to recover from.

Because eventually, if you hear them enough,
the voice that shouts words of death the loudest
becomes your own.
You buy into the lies that people have told you about yourself and
you see them as true.

That is what I fear for Michaela.

That negativity will take root, and those insults will become part of
what she sees when she looks in the mirror.

A little over 16 years ago I graduated from Marinette High School in
Marinette, Wisconsin
Now you need to understand that Marinette is about
as far away from the big city as you can get.
We are talking small-town…
Small enough that I can remember when we got our first McDonald’s,
and our first Walmart,
small enough that cow-tipping was a viable option for Saturday
night hi jinks.
My Grandpa Carl was the head custodian of my high school
until the mid 90’s and two of my Aunts still teach there today.
We all found out the day after graduation that one of our classmates,
who missed graduating because he failed a couple classes,
had decided to load up his hunting rifles,
and come to graduation and start shooting faculty members and
students and then take his own life.
Thankfully someone heard about his plan and he was arrested a few
blocks away from the school.

Now fast forward to 2010,
at that same school in the same small town,
where both of my Aunts are still teaching, a student,
distraught about his girlfriend breaking up with him,
pulled out a gun in one of his afternoon classes and
held the entire class hostage for several hours.
Eventually he released the students and teacher unharmed but
when the police entered to arrest him he used the gun
to take his own life.

You have to wonder what it was that these two young men saw in
the mirror when they woke up in the morning.
What lies they had been told that they believed about
themselves and what life had in store for them.

It can happen to any one, any age, any where.
The darkness gets so big that we can’t imagine anything bigger,
anything else.
Those young men became so caught up in the drama and pain of the
moment, that they believed pain and heartache were the natural
state of things.
Any good that had happened in their lives was forgotten.
Any hope for the future being brighter was over shadowed by
the belief that the words of death spoken to them by others
and by themselves were true.
They could no longer see the fundamental truth of our creation:
that is that each life has purpose and potential.

Kathy chose Psalm 139 as one of her favorites because for her it
was a reminder of that truth.
That regardless of the circumstances of our birth or
what situations find ourselves in.
Regardless of the negative words and feelings we convince ourselves
of there is a greater truth.

This Psalm does not simply speak of God as our creator.
That while in the process of creating the universe God plopped
us into place.
No this scripture speaks of God creating us with the same intimacy
as a mother who knits booties in anticipation of new life.
The same intimacy as a sculptor who creates by shaping
clay with their bear hands.
We are being told that God knows us on a level that
we cannot even fathom.
God knows us down to the smallest molecule.
And I think this is both fearful and wonderful.

Fearful, because the god of the universe knows all about me –
at my very best, and at my very worst.
Wonderful, because the god of the universe,
who knows all about me who helped to knit me together,
hasn’t given up on me, but loves me still.

We are fearfully and wonderfully made.
Think on that for just a moment.
Push aside every negative thought you have about your life,
your body, your intellect and think
“I am fearfully and wonderfully made”.

You were created with purpose, with love,
and with infinite potential stored within every atom of your being.
And not just your being, but the being of every person.
And this is a hard lesson to learn.
Because just like I fear that someone will speak words of death to
Michaela that she will someday believe
I fear that she will speak similar words of death to someone else. It’s easy to do… Sometimes we don’t even realize or pay attention to
the impact our words and our love can have on another person’s
Even I fear that I will speak words of death to someone else.
That I will be an instrument of lies that robs people from realizing
their purpose in Christ.

We see this idea played out time and time again in the
New Testament.
Jesus steps into the lives of the last, the least, and the lost
and performs miracles with his words and presence.

Do you remember the story of Zacchaeus?

Zacchaeus was the chief tax collector in Jericho
who could not see over the crowds when Jesus was walking
through town and so he climbed up into a tree just so
he could catch a glimpse of Jesus.
When Jesus saw Zacchaeus he called to him by name and told him,
in front of everybody, to come down from the tree
because they were going to have dinner
together at Zacchaeus’ place.

This was all kinds of unheard of for religious leaders in Jesus day.
Zacchaeus was a Jew but also a tax collector for
the Roman Empire.
In that day tax collectors were notorious for overcharging
the people so they could line their own pockets and
Zacchaeus was apparently well known for his well lined pockets. For Jesus to acknowledge him, let alone have dinner with him,
was not something a respected Rabbi would ever do.

Yet he does it.
And people grumbled about how Jesus was
hanging out with sinners.

Do you remember what happens next?
What Jesus does?
Jesus cast the tax collecting demon out of Zacchaeus right?
NO! Of course not.
Jesus just went to Zacchaeus’s house and Zacchaeus
declared, unbidden, that he was going to give half of his
possessions to the poor and repay those he defrauded four
times what he owed them.

Until Jesus called up to Zacchaeus
the tax collectors narrative was stuck.
Nobody saw him as anything except a traitor who consorted
with the enemy and stole from his own people.

Jesus saw him for who he was.
A beloved child of God.
Known by God as he was knit together in his mother’s womb,
fearfully and wonderfully made.

We read a lot of miracles in the bible and we think that
there are magic words or huge amounts of faith required to
make a difference in lives.
But here, Jesus demonstrates that acknowledging someone
in a positive way
and that is what it did by announcing he was going to Zacchaeus’
changed, fundamentally, who Zacchaeus thought he was.

It was not walking on water,
or changing water to wine.
This was deeper.
This was the divine power to change the course of a human life on
A power that we all possess.

Our words and actions speak volumes to those around us.
They can create and build up or tear down and destroy.

We all possess a deep need to open our ears to the
words of life found in the scriptures and
found in those around us.
And we all need to ask ourselves,
before we open our mouths or move our feet,
are these words or actions going to bring life or death
to those who hear them;
and if death, then we need to be still and we need to be silent.

We are fearfully and wonderfully made.
Like our creator we hold in our words the power of life and death,
the power to build up and to tear down.
The power to make a difference in the world,
the power to change the world,
even if it is one life at a time. Amen? Amen.

“Won’t You Be My Neighbor?” Matthew 22:34-40 (July 14, 2014)

From the beginning of time humanity has been trying to figure out

Who is my neighbor?
Who is my neighbor?

what it is that God wants. What is the exact right combination of
words and actions to curry God’s favor.

In the earliest expressions of faith human beings prayed
to many different gods.
If someone was preparing to go on a hunt they prayed
to the god of the hunt or to the spirit of the animal seeking success.

As we began to work the land and make our first fledgling steps into
becoming an agricultural society human beings
prayed to the sun god and the rain god.
If the rain didn’t come it was assumed that you
had angered the rain god and so more extreme rituals were used.

There were household gods to protect our dwelling places
and there were gods that governed the seasons and the weather.

These beliefs were passed on through stories
from generation to generation.
They were used to explain why things happened the way they did
and where we came from.

As patterns emerged and were perceived
and as people began to claim certain gods and rituals
as the personal protectors of their clans and tribes
those rituals spread and the perceived domain of the
gods grew larger.

When the clans and tribes went to war against each other
they sought the blessing of their gods to bring them victory
and of course victory proved which deity was the stronger and
which rituals were required.

God’s changed by region or season.
Using one ritual to please the sun god may anger the earth god and
and bring a curse upon the land.
So the pantheon of deities and rituals became vast and confusing.

Eventually groups of people began to think that perhaps there was
one God that is ruler over all other gods and if that is the case
then perhaps people need only to gain the one God’s favor and
all the rest would fall into line under the one Gods authority.

The ancient Hebrews were such a people.
In the beginning their system of beliefs about the one God were
passed on through stories.
The rituals and prayers of the Hebrews also varied by region.
They worshiped in fields and on mountain tops. In places where the one God had shown favor, or power, they would build altars and offer prayers and sacrifices.

Between the tribes of the ancient Hebrews there was
disagreement over some of the types of sacrifices made.
For instance in one region it was normal to worship by making
raisin cakes. The cakes were eaten and offered to the one God.
In another region the ancient Hebrew clans warred with clans
who worshiped one of the lesser gods. In their worship of that
lesser god they too used raisin cakes.
So the Hebrews at war with the raisin cake eaters of the lesser god
got angry when they saw their fellow Hebrews worshiping
the one God with raisin cakes. It was a mess!

As time progressed their stories got written down.
The Hebrew tribes became a Hebrew nation with a King
and a Capitol.
That Capitol became the center of commerce and of worship for
the nation and making your own altars in the wilderness
was outlawed.
Instead you had to come to the temple in Jerusalem to worship.

The codified law taken from their ancient stories of their
experience with the one God took the form of 613 commandments. By the time of Jesus however the religious elite had
created a legal buffer zone around those commandments with
even more commandments so that you would have to break
several lesser commandments before
you could even get close to breaking a real commandment.
It was an even bigger mess.
Finding peace with and pleasing God had become
a back breaking burden

Then Jesus comes on the scene and starts cleaning house.
The passage we read this morning is part of a larger
section in Matthew that we call the Temple Discourse.
This is really just a fancy phrase for saying Jesus talked a lot
in the temple.
Matthew chapter 21 begins with the triumphal entry of Jesus
into Jerusalem followed by a spirited wiping of the
money changers in the temple.
In verse 23 Jesus enters the temple to teach and here
we get some of the great teachings and parables in Matthew. Interspersed among those teachings are questions from the pharisees
who were hoping Jesus would say something they could use
against him.

They ask him about the tax code of the Roman Empire as applied to
the Mosaic Law.
They ask him about marriage in the after life.
And they ask him what the greatest of the 613 commandments is.

In Jesus two pronged answer to the pharisees he gives us the answer to the question that humanity has been seeking
for thousands of years.
How can we please God?
The answer is love.
Its funny how many times the answer in life is always love.
Love God with all your heart, mind, soul, and strength
and love our neighbors as ourselves.

Millennia of trial and error and bloodshed and tears and
all God wants is our love.

But that is easier said than done.

If I told my family every day that I love them.
If I stood out on the front porch every evening and
shouted at the top of my lungs that I love my family.
If I wore a t-shirt every day that said “I love my Family”
If I tattooed “I love my family” across my forehead
but then, when I went back into the house I ignored them,
or abused them.
They would not believe what I was saying or shouting.
The rest of the neighborhood may think
“wow, that guy really loves his family”
but that would not be the reality.

My family knows that I love them not because of the words I speak
but because of my actions towards them.
Michaela knows I love her because I take the time to do battle
with the monsters under her bed and in her closet.
She knows I love her because I will set down the book
I am reading or pause the show I am watching so that she can tell
me about her day or show me that she can sing my favorite song for the thousandth time.

My mom knows I love her because I take the time to listen to her and
ask her about her day.

Bri knows that I love her because I try take the time to be
interested in her and what she is doing and ask her opinion
and listen to her answer.
And lets face it one of the big expressions of my love for her is that
every once in a while I actually replace the toilet paper roll when it is

It is the same way with God.
We can shout, and sing, and have all the Christian bumper stickers
we want but those words mean nothing
if action does not back them up.

Acts of love toward God take on a different form.
The way that God receives our love and our service is
different than what we might think.

I remember once,
after moving on from one church as their youth pastor,
I received a heart breaking letter from a couple of my former
The new youth pastor had a different way of doing things and
had removed game time from the schedule and made
youth group all about bible study and prayer.
The students got together and politely asked the new youth pastor to
consider bringing back some of the games because they enjoyed
that part of youth so much.
The new youth pastor got angry, and told the youth
“I am here to serve God, not you.”
My heart breaks for those students still today.
And it breaks for that youth pastor because
that youth pastor has it backwards.

Jesus tells us that we need to love God and to love others.
To serve God and to serve others.
How we go about that makes all the difference.

The very last story of Jesus’ temple talks is
about the end of time when all of humanity is judged.
They are separated into the sheep and the goats.
The sheep get to go to heaven
while the goats get to go to, well, lets just say NOT HEAVEN.

The sheep are told they get to go to heaven
because when they saw Jesus hungry, or thirsty, or sick, or in prison
they took care of him.
The goats get to go elsewhere because
when they saw Jesus hungry, or thirsty, or sick, or in prison
they did not take care of him.
Both groups ask “When was that Lord?
When did you see you like that because we don’t recall it?”
Jesus tells them that whenever you took care of
one of the least of these you did it to me.
And likewise when ever you neglected to care for
one of these you neglected me.

Do you see it?
We love God and we serve God by
loving and serving our neighbor.
And our neighbor is anyone that we meet.
Things like skin color, sexual orientation, or economic status
do not even come into the equation here.
Anyone we meet is our neighbor and an opportunity to fulfill both the
greatest and second greatest commandments.
And if we love God, like we say we do,
with our bumper stickers and Facebook posts
and t-shirts then we really need to make sure
that we are showing God our love by truly loving our neighbors.

Friends, in these few lines from the gospel of Matthew
we have our answer to that age old question of what God
is seeking from us. It is a relationship of mutual love.
God’s love for us is evident all around us if we take the time to look.
God’s love for us is proven in God’s sending of Jesus.
Let us prove our love to God by loving our neighbors.
By finding ways to pour grace and joy into their lives.
That is how we fulfill the great commandment.
That my friends is how we love God. Amen? Amen.

“The [not so] Simple Gospel” Luke 4:16-30 (July 6, 2014)

Good Morning!

Getting a new pastor is a lot like getting a new puppy.
Getting a new pastor is a lot like getting a new puppy.

Now before we get all caught up in a sermon
I want to share with you some wisdom from one of my fellow pastors.
He says that, from the church’s perspective, getting a new pastor
is a lot like getting a new puppy.

That puppy looks awfully sweet and cute,
and he’s full of energy and enthusiasm,
just so very happy to be a part of the family,
to be invited into your house,
ready to love and be loved in return.

And those first days are exciting –
as that puppy brings a whole new rhythm
and a whole new energy into your life.
But then, of course, sooner or later,
that puppy does what puppies do…
and the puppy makes a mess
where you don’t want the puppy to make a mess….
and he doesn’t do it to be mean or mischievous –
that’s just what puppies do.

And that is when you have to figure out, real fast,
what it is that matters most.

I am so excited to be here.
I am overjoyed to be a part of your church family, to be invited in,
and to get the chance to see what God has in store for us.

But friends, sooner or later, I am going to make a mess where you
don’t want me to make a mess.
And I’m sorry. In advance, let me tell you: I’m sorry.
I’m new here. I’m still figuring out how everything goes.

But I also want to remind you that –
with puppies and babies and pastors and churches alike –
sometimes the biggest messes turn into the best stories,
turn into the best opportunities for us to figure out what really
matters most.

And I’ll give you a hint: it’s not our pride.
It’s not our convenience or comfort.
It’s not our carpets.

It’s our calling: to love God with all our heart, soul, mind, and strength, and to love our neighbors as we love ourselves.

If we love first and last;
if we love with a love that is patient and gracious,
a love that hopes all things and believes all things
and endure all things;
if we hold onto the promise that nothing in life, nothing in death,
nothing in all creation is able to separate us from the love of God,
the very source of all our love – – then everything else will come
together, by the grace of God, in the end.

For those of you that may not have guessed yet I am Pastor Mike.
Officially I have been a pastor for precisely
5 days 10 hours and ?? minutes.
Unofficially the calling of pastor has been on my life
for nearly 18 years.

You have already met my daughter Michaela.
Give her just a little time to warm up to you and she will talk
your ears off.
My beautiful wife of 8 years is not with us this morning.
To be honest if you see her here on a Sunday morning
it would be best if you call someone at Ypsi First
and let them know that their pastor has wandered over here.
They will be most grateful.

When you do see her later today you will no doubt notice
that she is more than a little pregnant with our second little girl.

Some of you who have heard a bit of our family’s story will know
that this baby is a special blessing for us – she is our rainbow baby,
our promise of hope and new life
at the end of a devastating storm.

Our son Carl was diagnosed with leukemia at just ten months old,
and I cannot say enough good things about the people at Mott
Children’s Hospital, which became our home for most of last year.

Even though Carl died in November, his love lives on.
He was one of the strongest people I have ever met;
our Carl was quick to forgive, he was quick to laugh,
and quick to love;
some of the very nurses who hurt him the most
became his very best friends.

Carl reminded us that laughter is stronger than pain,
that there is always a reason to rejoice,
and that even though loving means you might get hurt –
love is always stronger than every good-bye,
and love is always worth it…
because in the end, you don’t remember the pain
and the tears; in the end,
what you hold on to, what you carry with you,
what remains with you, is the love.
As soon as Carl was diagnosed my mother, Cathy, left her career
and lifelong home in Northeast Wisconsin and moved in with us
to help us care for Michaela and care for ourselves.
As we regrouped after Carl’s passing we realized that we were indeed a multi-generational family.
Grandma Cathy couldn’t leave us and
we don’t ever want her to. (I’d of never seen that coming as a teenager)

As you may have already seen in the newsletter
this summer we are going to journey through our favorite scriptures. A few of you have already sent yours in and I look forward to seeing
many more.
Some of you have expressed how difficult it is to narrow down a
favorite so I want to expand the call, to give you permission to
share a passage or verse you “really like” – even if you’re not
ready to call it your one and only favorite – and also want to invite you to include scriptures you may have questions about.

Part of the reason we are going to journey through these favorite
scriptures this summer is because those scriptures, inevitably,
connect to powerful stories from our past –
stories that help define who we are as human beings
and as followers of Christ,
stories that span our human experience and
connect us to the divine,
stories that recount tremendous joy
and stories that delve into the memories of our greatest sorrows,
stories that may leave our stomachs sore from laughter and
stories that leave our faces streaked with tears.

I chose this story of Jesus in Luke for a specific reason.
It is one of my favorite explanations in scripture of
what the good news of Christ is but it is more than that.
The gospel writer is telling a story about Jesus.
And in that story Jesus is telling part of the story of Isaiah.
It is a story within a story with in a story.
It is a connection linking Isaiah to Jesus…
and Jesus to Luke and his community of believers
and now to you and me.

The passage from Isaiah that Jesus is reading from describes
what the ancient Hebrews referred to as the Year of Jubilee.
It was written in the law that every 50 years the people would
celebrate this year of jubilee – a time when all debts were forgiven,
all lands that had been sold were returned,
and slaves were set free.
The playing field was leveled.
The reset button was hit.
The game of life started new for that generation of Hebrews. The poor who had nothing due to the decisions of their ancestors
had a chance to start again and try to leave a different legacy for
their children’s children.

So Jesus reads this passage from Isaiah and then
sits down to expound on it and declares that this promise of jubilee,
this promise of freedom from captivity and oppression,
has been fulfilled in their midst.
Essentially Jesus tells them, “Today I am your Jubilee.”

This, my friends, is what you call a plot twist.
Not just any old plot twist either.
Because friends if we are being completely honest Jesus, himself, is
the greatest plot twist in history. (Take that M. Night Shyamalan)

The eternal enters time,
the Creator into the creation,
divinity into humanity.
For millennia God’s intervention came through human agents
like the prophets, priests, and judges –
or in extreme cases, like pillars of cloud and fire.

Here though God enters the scene in the person of Jesus and
declares the ultimate jubilee for the poor, the oppressed, the blind,
and the captive.

With the modern convenience of the internet and rapid communication
across the world it is difficult for me to look at my life and
count myself among the poor, the captive, the blind,
and the oppressed that are mentioned in this passage
as the recipients of the good news.

However we know all too well that those designations
are very much relative.
There are people with more money than they know what to do with
that are among the poorest beings on the planet.
There are those held captive by handcuffs made of glass and plastic
(hold up iPhone) called smartphones.
There are those who are blind to the truth of their need for Christ.
And there are those who are oppressed and rejected simply
because they are different from the rest of us.

Money won’t make you rich,
and freedom doesn’t make you free.
Our ability to truly see, to be wealthy and free,
comes only from Christ and our life lived in connection to him.

The beauty of this plot twist in Luke is that it still twists today.
Jesus still flips the script on the powerful in favor of the powerless.
For us who know Christ and those who have yet to know him the
plot can still twist.

Every day that we wake up,
every breath we breathe and every beat of our hearts,
is an opportunity and an invitation to declare jubilee —
to hit the reset button on how we are going about our lives,
to declare that I will no longer be poor in spirt
or blind to the needs of my neighbor;
I will no longer be an oppressor or
allow my neighbor to be oppressed;
I will not be held captive by devices or possessions.
Now is the time. I will accept my jubilee from Christ.
I will start my story anew. Today is our day of Jubilee!

Friends, this church has a great history.
I am not deluded enough to think that God only started working
in this community when I showed up.
I know that God was at work in this community before
I came here.
Just as I know that God will continue working in this community
long after I am gone.

But we don’t need to be mathletes to see that membership
and attendance have been in decline for a while now,
and I think that it is important that we name
that fact here this morning.
It does no one any good to pretend that we aren’t struggling a bit
as a congregation.

And while it’s tempting to look around and pull out the old photo
albums and sigh,
why can’t we just get back to the good old days, to the way things
used to be? —
the truth is, we aren’t the same people we were a decade or a
generation ago.
The world isn’t the same world it was then;
our neighborhood has changed, our church has changed –
and while that may sometimes bring us grief,
it also brings us new opportunities
to be the people of Christ in the world,
right here and right now, today,
if only we are courageous enough to step out in faith and believe
that God goes with us still, even now.

The same God who was our help in ages past is
with us still and will be our hope for years to come.

We still have breath. Our hearts are still beating.
The plot can still twist.
The poor and oppressed – those who, like us,
are the targets of the good news that Jesus brings –
are right outside these doors and in this neighborhood.

But our goal can’t be simply to fill the pews with people
because we have pews to fill.
Friends, the goal is to reach into our neighbors’ lives and
show them the love and grace of Jesus Christ.
The goal is to make disciples of Jesus Christ
for the transformation of the world.
That transformation starts here. Today. In this place.
We begin to make disciples by committing ourselves to BE disciples,
by following where Jesus leads us, by sharing his message –
by committing to proclaim the Jubilee of Christ for our
community, today.

It will not be easy; things worth doing seldom are.
It will take lots of prayer and hard work,
but if you believe, like I believe,
that God has placed St. Matthew’s United Methodist Church
here at the corner of Borgstrum and Ruth for a reason –

if you believe that God is still seeking to proclaim jubilee
to the poor and oppressed in Gault Village and beyond –
if you believe that Christ is still calling people to the new
beginning of baptism and the grace of communion, right here –
then the plot can twist.
Disciples will be made, and the world will change.

Let it be our prayer that the corner of Borgstrom and Ruth
will be an epicenter of that change. Amen? Amen.