Saturday, July 17, 2010

Bunch of Bald Heads, Amos 8:1-12




Amos 8:1-12
Bunch of Bald heads - this title didn’t really ending up having much to do with the sermon,
but I liked it.  I will be preaching without notes for the most part, with the exception of the relatively long reading of Barbara Kingsolver’s Animal Vegetable Miracle,  pp 344-46. Hardback addition.

The best impersonators of the prophet Amos are probably people who stand on street corners shouting, holding a sign, getting the message across-- THE END IS NEAR THE END IS NEAR.  If you can think of anyone who has a general doom and gloom attitude, even on a pretty day, they may just be carrying on Amos’ legacy.

Amos isn’t someone I would have like to have spent much time with back in his day: early eight century BCE.  A real buzz kill of a guy. He’s a southern boy who travels north with his message: The end is near.  And like most prophets, I’d write him off, and probably most people would have back in his day too.  

The pattern of Amos’ oracle is that the Lord shows him an ordinary object and then employs a pun that signifies the threat.  In chapter 8, the object is a bowl of fruit.  We read summer fruit, but the hebrew probably renders something more like...fruit that is over ripened, past it’s prime, fruit surrounded by fruit flies, on it’s way to the pigs, or chickens or the compost pile.  This fruit is Israel.  “The end has come upon my people Israel.” says the Lord.

The “end” is to be national destruction and exile, from which none shall escape (9.1), and the ultimate threat issued to the people: a famine, not of food or water, but a famine of hearing the words of God.
What might that have meant for the people then?  What might that mean for us today?  

As you ponder that, let’s take a step back. What has caused this end to come?  

“You trample on the needy, and bring to ruin the poor of the land.”
Amos accuses the people of being impatiently engaged in commerce and money making...laws and practices made in favor of the haves, at the expense of the have nots...
The rich are getting richer, while the poor suffer and die.

That day is surely coming....Says the Lord...

These warnings were issued some 10000 years ago...
Don’t they seem to apply to our context today?

I don’t think I need to go through a litany of examples of ways in which our nations collective lifestyle and practices trample the needy.  I think we know this.
You don’t need proof that our ways and practices are harming the environment like never before.  And those who will be most suffer from global warming or oil erupting from the sea, are the poor. We know this.

We don’t have to entirely recognize that things aren’t right with the world, we just have to be awakened to it. And I think the disaster in the gulf of mexico has, to a certain extent, awakened us. pictures of oil marinated birds and turtles.  Fishermen with empty nets,  job loss, the destruction of a way of life. One community in Grand Isle, LA,  has erected crosses on the beach, a symbolic graveyard for everything this community has lost: “Sandcastles,” “Seafood Gumbo,” “Sea Turtles” “Redfish” — dozens of white crosses with different labels.  
http://members.greenpeace.org/blog/greenpeaceusa_blog/2010/06/08/the-new-gulf-coast

Is this the opportunity for the prophet Amos to rear his doom and gloom head?  He was trying to wake the people up!  Do we need to wake up?  The poor are suffering, the needy are being trampled upon.  Do we hear the words of the Lord? Or have those words been drowned out by our gadgets and phones and Chinese made products; information overload and life lived at a frenetic pace?

Do any of you not think we should slow down and examine our lives?  Pray for an awakening to God’s leading, which is done in you for you through you within you in spite of you for you, it’s done in the language of communion, the language of surrender, the language of trust.

We wonder what we need to do? And I don’t know. But what’s comforting to me is that you and I have answers already.

1 John 2, 21 I write to you, not because you do not know the truth, but because you know it...
Jeremiah 31:33 I will put my law within them, and I will write it on their hearts; and I will be their God, and they shall be my people. 34 No longer shall they teach one another, or say to each other, "Know the Lord," for they shall all know me,

What a comfort it is to teach assuming that I don’t have to do it all right, you already know this. All we can do for one another as a community of faith is try to pull it out of one another.  

True wisdom never feels like I have to prove it to you, or convince you of it, as if it’s coming from outside.  It’s evocing it’s a saying that says you already know this, you just need to go deeper.

That’s the difference between religion as outer authority.  An outer authority telling you what is right and wrong. Which is what most religion is.

Our job is to lead you to the level of depth and the Spirit will teach you
The spirit will pray in you, through you, with you;
All we can do is allow this.
If we search ourselves, we all know that something is not right about the way we live our lives. Our lives, the lives of the needy and the poor in this nation, across the globe.

What must we do?  

Kingsolver

Amos pronounced his gloom and doom message way back when.  The message today seems to be gloom and doom.  Will we get more time?  Will the Lord grant us more time?  Or will this empire crumble? What will happen in our lives in the next few years?  What kind of world will Ruby Gene and Zaida, and Oscar, and the other toddlers inherit?

The ripened fruit is becoming rotten...
We know what we must do...
Let’s take a few moments to pray that God will speak to us, and that maybe we will do something new that will matter. Many of us are already doing some pretty radical things?  many of us, have not given this much thought, but would like to try.

Friday, July 9, 2010

Good source for your latest news from General Assembly

For those who do and don't yawn at the mention of General Assembly meetings, I recommend the presbyterian outlook, linked here, for good coverage of the events: http://www.pres-outlook.com/
Personal friends blogging for Minneapolis are also good sources of info.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

My Parishioner accused of murdering...

prairie dogs....
Erik Mason, named below in an editorial published July 8, 2010 in the Santa Fe New Mexican, has been under a lot of scrutiny by animal lovers in Santa Fe.  Good thing they never associate him with WPC!  Just kidding Erik.  Life is complicated. I hope all of the people who disapprove of your actions volunteer to help remove the prairie dogs, or donate money at least.  Or they can just say that Richardson should do it...


From the santa fe new mexican:
http://www.santafenewmexican.com/Opinion/Letters-to-the-editor---July-8--2010


P-dogs need patron 

I've been lucky to attend a Milagro Awards ceremony honoring individuals who help animals. Gov. Bill Richardson received one for helping wildlife; I wondered what he'd done to earn it. 

Today, I ask the same question, while Fairview Cemetery Association President Eric Mason and City Councilor Ron Trujillo choose to murder prairie dogs — one quickly, the other slowly. Mason said prairie dogs have been a problem at the cemetery for a century. Yet people bury loved ones there. Now that this organization has little money and a huge water bill, Mason chose to murder innocent animals as a scapegoat. 

The prairie dogs did not run up a $50,000 water bill. They haven't asked people to take away their homes. The Railyard, roads and park were built making the same, selfish decision to take over the animals' homes. Now, Trujillo believes he is the almighty power? Where is Richardson? Aren't these the wildlife his award said he's protected? 


Katherine Bowman 
Santa Fe

The Local Food Economic Solution to Climate change

Interesting debate about climate change and some proposals about what we can do about it on Democracy Now, July 8, 2010. Vandana Shiva is a real fire cracker...and I like what she says!
From the website:
Supporters of geoengineering have proposed radical ways to alter the planet to decrease the level of greenhouse gas emissions. Proposals include creating artificial volcanoes to pollute the atmosphere with sulfur particles, fertilizing the oceans and placing sun-deflecting aluminum foil in the sky. But opposition is growing to geoengineering. We host a debate between Indian environmentalist, scientist, philosopher and eco-feminist, Vandana Shiva, and geopolitical analyst and columnist, Gwynne Dyer.



Sunday, June 20, 2010

Growing up: Genesis 28-33

June 20, 2010
Ghost Ranch, Abiquiu
Genesis 28-33 (Newell Summary/ Translation)
1 John 4:11-12; 20-21
Beloved, since God loved us so much, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; if we love one another, God lives in us, and God’s love is perfected in us. Those who say, “I love God and hate their brothers or sisters, are liars; for those who do no love a brother or sister whom they have seen, cannot love God whom they have not seen. The commandment we have from Jesus is this: those who love God must love their brothers and sisters also.
Who are you..who who who who? This week during youth week we have been exploring very important existential questions: Who am I? Who am I becoming?
Who am I? Well, I’m Chester. Such a maligned name raises eye-brows. And not just here in the US. It’s a cigarette brand in Guatemala, and, in Brasil what do you call a chicken crossed with a turkey? A Chester. Who am I? Let’s talk about occupation? A Presbyterian minister. What a conversation killer. “Oh that’s nice, Excuse me, I have to go the the restroom. See ya.” Who am I? Yesterday I tried to wear my hair in a different style from usual. “Chester, that hair do is not you.”
So, Who am I? I am cool, I’m a nerd. I am beautiful, I am ugly. I am legal, I’m illegal. I am smart I am dumb. I am a jock, I’m a member of glee...
What is our true identity? Who we are in community? Who we are in relation to the world, particularly people of a different faith? Who we are as part of God’s creation? What does it mean to be claimed as children of God? These are the themes we touched on this week…we’re going to need a few more weeks..
For some reason God put on my heart this story of Jacob as the lesson for today. Jacob knew what it meant to struggle with identity. Sibling rivalry. Who can relate? Parental pressure: Go lie to your dad and backstab your brother Jacob! “But mom”. You do what I say young man (reaching for her shoe). Living up to parents’ expectations. Who can relate? He struggled with his relationship with God. What did God want with him? What did God think of the things he had done? Ever considered these things?
Who was Jacob? And who was he becoming?
I wonder this about Ruby sometimes. My church tells me they can’t get enough Ruby stories. I think Phillip Newell is on to something when he says, when you look into the face of a newborn child you are looking into the face of God.
And it’s been easy to see that face of God in Ruby for most of her nearly 17 months of life. Her innocence and openness, curiosity and wonder. We were at a restaurant in April eating at a booth, and we were close to the end of our meal when another family came in with a little girl who also was sitting in high chair. Ruby saw her and demanded to be put down. (waving her arms). So we put her down, and she looked at the little girl, and picked up a crumb of cornbread off of her high chair and walked over to the girl with her arm extended, an offering of friendship to a stranger.
Is this how we are created? Is this how God desires us to be and act with others in the world?
So What happens? 

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Jesus Stops the Funeral 1 Kings 17 Luke 7

  Children's sermon
A tradition in Haiti with very small children is for parents or siblings to give them a slice of bread, then ask them to give back one bite, so that from a very early age they learn to share. When I was in Mexico, when someone had a pack of gum they would ask anyone near by them, even a stranger, if they wanted a piece, even if it meant giving out the last piece. In the story from the old testament today in 1 Kings.  A single mother is almost out of food, and Elijah, a man of God, was sent to her by God.  When he arrived to be with her, he asked her to share.  Well, you can imagine that since she was almost out of food, she wasn't all that willing to share anything.  But he assured her that by doing so, God would provide more food for her. So she did share, and God did provide more.  I think sometimes those who have a lot of things, have a harder time sharing than those who have very little.  But God rewards those who share, ensuring that they will always have enough.  I hope that you may be willing to share, some of a slice of bread, or some of your gum, or whatever you may have, if someone comes to you in need.  That person may have been sent by God....

Sermon

Have any of you seen how high I toss Ruby Gene in the air?  I love it.  It's fun to do this during bell choir practice.  The bells are silenced, and the women gasp. And Ruby Gene is just smiling, as she flies through the air, arms outstretched and then I catch her. I've only dropped her a couple of times!  

We have a new trick: she's started taking a "swimming class" at the Chavez center. She floats around in the water and kicks looking for floating toys. I can really toss her high in the pool. I was enouraged by the instructor to dunk her.  To do this, he told me to wet her head, I felt like i was baptizing her, and then blow in her face so she closes her eyes, and then dunk her underwater! Just a few seconds, and then lift her out. Her eyes are squinting and she takes her hands and puts them at the back of her head and tries to peel the water off of her. After she orients herself, she smiles...and resumes her kicking and searching for floating toys. 

She is so trusting, I wonder if she has ever doubted us, if she even has the capacity not to trust...
But I know it won't be that way forever.  There be an incident--hearing Trasie and me in an arguement, or one of telling her no very sternly to not do something-- and a slight shift will occur..and she'll wonder, can I really trust my parents?  Are they really on my side?  

What about her experience of God? Being the preacher's kid, she will certainly get a lot of God talk. And I pray that one day early on she may embrace and hold onto GOd, in an innocent way.  
But what about when her preacher daddy does't practice what he preaches?  What about when the community of faith subjects her to an unreasonable standard because she's the preacher's kid...and she is judged unfairly?  A shift..a shattering...something goes wrong...will she trust God?

Friday, June 4, 2010

A day in the life - Friday June 4

The morning began with a 7 am jog with Brinca. I've lost a lot since the quadrathalon in February.  Scarfing down breakfast, before Ruby woke up, I watered the yard, checked email and got ready for the day.  Off to the Santa Fe High School Graduation.  Third year in a row someone from the church was graduating from that school.  James Rotunno. I tried to find his family, looking in the same area they had sat the year before for his older brother Gabe.  No luck. So I just took a vacant seat on the hot aluminum bleacher, thinking how much easier it was to navagate the scene without a 6 month old baby as I did the year before.   The man calling out the names of students was giving his best Michael Buffer  impersonation--why is this the predominate way to pronouce names at these kinds of events..?  The man in front of me, and anglo man, repeated several times to his family...just wait till they get to the "Ms"! commenting on some of the common names here in Northern New Mexico..."There are 11 Martinez!"

There were a few kids who were paraplegic that were part of the graduating class.  They scooted up the ramps and made there way across the stage. It was interesting to watch the adults who were part of the congratulating crew standing in robes, hats, and stoles, respond to these kids.  While they shook the hands of all the other kids who walked across, these paraplegic kids received a few pats, mostly waves, and some simple nods.  Why is it so hard to touch them like you did everyone else, I wondered?  One of the kids names was Miracle.  I wasn't sure if that was a boy or girl name....But I did see her after the event, she was a girl.  I wondered if miracle has been born without the ability to move most of her body; and what her attitude about her body was now in light of a radio program listened to this week on Speaking of Faith, on this very issue. I thought her name very profound; yes, she was a gift, a miracle in fact.

They made it to the R's, of which there were many more than I anticipated.  I texted James' mother: "Here he comes! Congrats!" I tried to make out which one he was from the bleachers...and did not see him.  Then all of a sudden they were on S's. Did I miss him? I checked the program. His name was listed?  I saw I had a message from Milee on my phone.  I left the noise and the reverberations of the voice of the wanna-be Mr. Buffer, and went to make a call.
"Hey Milee," I said to James' mother.  "I didn't see James."
"Yeah, I meant to call you," she said.  "James was hurt last night and he's in ER."
"What happened? Are you okay? Is he okay?"
"He's doing okay, he was stabbed four times at after an event at the high school last night."

James was okay, and even rallied enough to play in our final softball games this year.  But this has forever changed his life.   The knife blade came very close to doing serious damage to his lungs and his internal organs.  Fractions of inches...
We pray for him and for the young men involved in this incident.