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let nothing be wasted

{excerpt from a sermon I preached on Feb 28, 2016}

Jesus finds himself surrounded, yet again, by an enormous crowd. They are outside of the cities, in the wilderness. It’s a first century Woodstock, thousands upon thousands all gathered to see the celebrity that was the Carpenter from Nazareth. This guy heals the sick, cures the blind, raises the dead, he turns water into wine, and best of all he sticks it to the man. Pharisees, Sadducees, Scribes, Romans, Tax Collectors – he don’t care – all of them he speaks to as if they were his equal, as if everyone were equal.

But of course it was more than that. There was real need, and people were desperate for change. Their mouths watered for both sustenance and justice, their stomachs growled for both bread and freedom, and their hearts yearned for a King to rise up. So they followed him, no matter how many times he tries to slip out back, dive into the limo, and cruise away atop a mountain. They find him and come begging for one more miracle, one more performance, one more show. And Jesus, incredibly, always comes back down from the mountain. This strange mix of unwanted celebrity and bonafide miracle man always finds himself stopping to embrace a child or heal the sick or show mercy to the forgotten. And despite his clear ability do so, he never treated them poorly. Jesus treats everyone as if they were his dinner guests, old friends come to visit, weary from a long journey.

So Jesus, being who Jesus has already shown himself to be, sees this crowd of people and asks Phillip, “Where are we going to buy bread for all these people to eat?”

I love that question. Where are “WE” going to “BUY” bread for “THEM”?

There is massive need in front of them and Jesus says WE will meet this.

And Phillip doesn’t miss a beat when he answers, “It would take over 6 months wages just for everyone to have a bite of food.” Classic. The old “who’s going to pay for it?” routine.

Somebody always wants to know that answer. And if they’re asking the question, you better believe they’re not going to be the ones volunteering wallet or purse.

Hey, none of us are exempt from this kind of attitude. Sacrificial love is no easy task. It requires a completely different way of viewing your life, and your goals, and success, and wealth, and faith. Sacrificial love, which is the kind of love which Christ calls us, comes with cost. It always has.

A cost, in this instance, paid by a young boy with a sack lunch. But there is a lot more happening here. Jesus is showing them a new way of seeing the world. A way in which one does not run away from great need, but rather finds himself and herself asking, “what am I going to do to help them?”

What do you do when face to face with incredible, seemingly insurmountable, impossible need?

Can we be honest with ourselves for a moment. Let’s be honest. What do we do? We change the channel. We look away. We buy a new shirt. We move to the suburbs. We go on vacation. We fill our minds with something else, our hearts with another drama, our souls with a new passion. We do anything possible to avoid the glaring need before us.

But what if we didn’t?

What if we faced it?

Refused to look away?

Allowed its image and need and wounded-ness to soak in?

What if we chose to look directly at those in need and decided to try?

 

I know that it can seem overwhelming. I know how hard it is to NOT change the channel. I know how difficult it is to try and take in the incredible need of our world. But are we not called to love abundantly? Are we not required to love our neighbor? Are we not able to do more? To be more? To demand more from this life than a two car garage and a week at disney world.

That’s the problem with walking around with Jesus. Sometimes you find yourself face to face with thousands of hungry people and no food in sight and Jesus looks at you and says, “let’s feed them.”

Matthew 6:11-12 says

“Jesus then took the loaves, gave thanks, and hand them out to those who were seated as much as they wanted. He did the same with the fish. And When they had all had enough to eat, he said to his disciples, “Gather the pieces that are left over. Let nothing be wasted.”

Let nothing be wasted my brothers and sisters. Let not your skills or influence or wealth or time or energy or life be wasted. Let not the mercy and grace of our God be wasted. Let not the abundance of food and resources and advantage that we have be wasted. Let not an opportunity to meet the need of another be wasted. Let nothing be wasted.

storefront prayers

I looked at a journal sitting in the front of a store.  The store was just a store.  They sell clothes and stuff, all for girls.  I was with my wife while she looked around and I meandered about until I saw a notebook resting atop an old box at the front of the store.  A prayer journal, for the public, to write their prayers in.  “Surely no one would use this,” I thought to myself.  Our world doesn’t like to reveal such things, even anonymously.  We hold our weakness tight fisted, hidden from light.  To write prayer requests in a storefront journal for others to read through, far too vulnerable.  I stared at it for a while, and finally picked it up.  I flipped through the pages.

“Pray for my mom and dad, please.”

“Life is too hard, pray for me.”

“Pray that my daughter finds God and lets me in.”

“Please pray for the man that I will marry.”

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Is Your Name Rob?

I sat in the cushioned chair of an Anglican church in Nashville.  A beautiful Sunday morning on the tail end of a wonderful gathering called Hutchmoot.  It’s been a while since I’ve attend an Anglican service, at least four years I think.  I have a love for liturgical services, there’s something comforting in reading the word aloud, something both challenging and unnerving about reading scripture that isn’t necessarily thematic, and many things I enjoy about responsive prayers.

My wife and I found our seats as others filed in, Church of the Redeemer is the church if you’re ever in Nashville I highly recommend it.  The sanctuary was cool and lit bright through the windows, the air filled with familiar sounds of church chatter and feet shuffling.  While I looked over the order of worship, all ten pages of it, the Anglicans don’t mess around when it comes to the order of worship, my wife people-watched.  She tapped my shoulder and said, “that’s the guy from Nashville.”  This may have been confusing to someone else being that we were in Nashville, but not me.  We both watch the television show “Nashville” and so I turned my head to see Charles “Chip” Esten walk right by me.  Chip played a minor character on “The Office”, did some stuff on “Who’s Line Is It Anyway”, and currently plays a lead character named Deacon on “Nashville.”  You can choose to be impressed or not, this was the first time I’ve ever been near anyone like that before.  He sat with his family in front of us.

When the time came to greet one another with the Peace of Christ, we shook hands and greeted one another.  There’s my claim to fame.  🙂

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Word Smiths and Illusions

“smashing the persistent illusion”

I love that line.  I like lots of lines.  I collect them from books and magazines and stories and everywhere.  Any place that that I hear or notice a collection of words that captures or communicates a thought or idea in a creative or unique way I try to jot that phrase down.  The tag line of this blog is an example of that.

It did not come from a classic novel or academic reading.  That line actually comes from the May issue of GQ magazine (2013).  The context has Robert Downey Jr being interviewed for the cover story.  He’s explaining how most people are really the same and ultimately young actors end up realizing that he’s just another guy.

Here’s his words:

“Nothing pleases me more than when somebody who was awe inspired to be working with me realizes I’m just another schmuck that they’re bored of hanging out with on a set.  I love that moment.  I like it when that persistent illusion is smashed.”  (page 9 of 20 May 2013 GQ)

What a great line!

I read it, loved it, wrote it down.  I believe it as well.  I believe in the idea of smashing persistent illusions.  There are so many that need to be smashed.  The world, my faith, the church, life needs more honesty and truth.  There’s healing that can come from honesty.  Hope that can come truth.  And we all need a bit more of both.

You can read it on my info page.  I serve as a pastor in a church.  The church is full of persistent illusions.  Illusions that are smashed every time cancer is diagnosed and marriages crumble.  Smashed each time death snatches a life away far too early.  I am not interested in silly brick walls posing as faith, nor am I concerned about the false hope of such illusions.  Truth reigns, as does my God.

I believe that God seeks good.  I believe that God weeps over loss and despises death as much as we do.  I believe Christ teaches a way of love, grace, and mercy.  I believe in the power of words, especially words placed well.

This blog, I hope, will be a source of word smithing, smashing illusions, genuine hope, and honest humility.