sermon on John 18:33-37

Happy Christ the King Sunday! Hooray!
So, what does that mean, exactly? Anyone? Aside from being a kind of New Year’s Eve for the Church—next week is Advent and a whole new church year, you know—what’s Christ the King Sunday about? I mean, don’t we celebrate Jesus the Messiah as King every Sunday? Isn’t that kind of the point of the Resurrection and/or Ascension?

The Greek word for King basileus occurs 9 times in Jesus’ conversation with Pilate before he’s condemned—nine times—so, it’s kind of a big deal. Some history: Catholic Pope Pius XI established Christ the King Sunday in 1925
because he saw many of the Christian flock turning their attention and adoration to secular leaders,
dictators on the rise. See, at the time, totalitarianism was seen by many folks as a viable concept. A “sure, get the right guy in there, he could do some amazing things” kind of situation, and a lot of folks thought the whole world might soon be run by dictators. Pope Pius saw how folks were making idols of their national leaders and said, “NO, Jesus Christ is our king, not these folks. Don’t forget who brought you into this world and who can take you out.”

Let’s talk a bit about Jesus, shall we? What was he like? (invite answers—shepherd, truth, healing, etc.)
And now let’s talk a bit about kings—what are they like? (invite answers—rich, in control, despotic, figurehead, etc. Also consider other kinds of kings: political leaders, military leaders, economic leaders?)
What’s similar about these? Yeah, you get the point there—Jesus was and is not what we expect in a king.  He’s not Prince Charles or even Queen Elisabeth. And he’s definitely not Mohamed Morsi of Egypt who is not a king, but who this week proclaimed that his office is no longer subject to judicial oversight—his decisions cannot be changed by other arms of government, he is above the law—this is precisely what kings have done in the past and what folks came to expect of them. And this is precisely the point—we proclaim Jesus as King and he’s nothing like those other folks we’ve called King.

Back in the day, the Israelites begged the prophet Samuel to ask God for a king because all the other nations had them. And Samuel said, “you’ll regret this—a king will lord it over you and take your money and make you miserable” and the people said, “nah, it’ll be okay.” And what happened? They got kings who lorded it over them, who took their money and made them miserable. Jesus is not that king.

Just a couple of weeks ago, we went to the polls to elect a new leader of these United States. Some voted for one guy, some for the other, all of us with an eye to making the country a better place And all of us, to some extent, thought, “if we just get the right guy in there, he could do some amazing things." Some sociologists have noticed that we so identify with a political party or ideology that any criticism of the ideology is a criticism of us personally. You don’t like liberalism? Clearly you hate me and all I stand for. You don’t like conservatism? Why don’t you like me? And so we focus inward, on only those we agree with, we lift up leaders who will further our agenda, try to elect folks who will fix everything once and for all.

Course, we know that’s not how it works. For one thing, no matter who is elected, they’re broken and human like the rest of us, prone to mistakes and pride. And President Obama and Mitt Romney were not our saviors—the job was taken already. So the night of the election, some of my cross-denominational clergy friends and I got together our congregations for an Election Night Communion—we gathered for word and meal and remembered whose we were. We remembered God as our President, Congress, School Board, and King. Jesus turns our idea of what Kings are on its head—kings give up their lives for their people, kings don’t eat spectacular banquets while others starve, kings give away both food and wisdom instead of hoarding them in the treasury, kings touch sick, coughing, oozing people and have compassion for the folks no one else will even look at.

But this king is not one to be a doormat. Anyone who says the New Testament is all soft and sweet Jesus hasn’t read it. Jesus our King will tell us NO when we’re going wrong. Jesus our King will turn the governments of the nations to dust if we but follow him and enact his command to love wastefully—Pilate and the Pharisees and all nations do well to feel threatened by our calling him a King. Jesus the King holds all things in his hands,
but not in the control-freak-despot kind of way, holding loosely, cradling, keeping us from falling completely apart. The true King is the one who lives with the people, who speaks Truth to both power and to the powerless,  who dies for them both, who defeats death by rising again. The true King who we celebrate today is not our government or our retirement funds or our spouse or anything else we put in the place of God. He is Truth itself, he is humble to the point of death, he sees into the heart of us, our sin and our virtue, and, looking at us, loves us.
The King is dead. Long live the King.

election day communion

I'm a liberal. There, I said it. I believe in taxes and the welfare system and equal pay for equal work.

But I also believe, maybe even more, in bridge-building. I believe that elected officials are trying to do the right thing, no matter how broken they or the system are. I believe voters have much in common and much to commend them no matter which party they identify with. I believe each major party (and the minor ones as well) have nuggets of truth. And I believe we often use those nuggets to bludgeon each other.

I believe we are made by God for connection and relationship. And I believe that connection-building with folks we really, really disagree with is holy.

I believe this Election Day we--liberals, conservatives, independents, and non-voters--will be faced with a choice beyond that of party affiliation. I believe we will choose between fear and hospitality, as my friend Aaron Klinefelter has written. I believe we have an opportunity to choose not only the candidates we believe in but also the way of living Jesus asks of us. I believe my conservative brothers and sisters have something to teach me and that God loves them just as much as me.

Therefore, I believe I will talk to them, inquire about what they hold dear, and listen for understanding. I believe I will vote. And I believe I will pray with my brothers and sisters with whom I may or may not agree. Join us, won't you?

Election Day Communion
November 6, 7:30pm
Cincinnati Mennonite Fellowship (4229 Brownway Ave.)

sermon on mark 9.30-37

Jesus used metaphor to describe the world and God’s action in it, but sometimes we don’t get the metaphor. Sometimes, 2000 years later, we have trouble understanding his object lessons and need another object lesson to explain it to us. So, [hold up onion] scripture is like an onion.

It’s got layers, see, and each one is meaningful and important but isn’t the whole onion by itself. Let’s look at the first layer of today’s gospel—

We start with the kids bit—the disciples are arguing about who’s the greatest and Jesus asks what they’re talking about (probably knowing already as none of us are that subtle and he’s, you know, Jesus). And they don’t want to tell him. So he sighs, sits down, and pulls a nearby child into his lap—from where? Not the point. He says, the first shall be last and the last first. Welcome children and you’re welcoming me. Aaw, we say, we can do that! Kids are great! And they sure say the darndest things, am I right? No problem, Jesus! Sunday School and Vacation Bible School and Precious Moments all on the way! We will have the best programs here at church you’ve ever seen!

But “Jesus isn’t interested in who we say is the greatest or even in who acts like the greatest or looks to be great.  Jesus is interested in who acts with the greatest grace, compassion, and love.” The first layer of our scriptural onion is good, but it’s not the only thing to consider. Here’s the second layer: Jesus says, “hold up, folks, that’s only the beginning. Yes, teach them the Word with macaroni art and coloring pages—that’s good, but it’s about more than that. It’s not about being the greatest, it’s about service. Look at this cute kid—serving her means serving me. So, go serve some kids.”

And so we did: prayers before bed with loving parents, volunteer gigs with Kids Against Hunger and such to help needy kids around the world. Check. Kids served. Next! 

This story isn’t just about raising and treating kids well. Again, the second layer is good and necessary, but not the only message. Jesus is also talking about the disciples’ childish argument about who’s the greatest—he loves me best, does not, does too!—dudes, you’re still missing it! Maybe he’s cuddling a child in his lap and talking about intentionally coming in last because they’re acting like children, that they’re the ones who need to be welcomed into his arms.

That third layer is good and something we all need to hear, no matter how much we don’t want to hear that we are acting childishly. Yet again, that is not the final interpretation. The next layer of the onion is about hospitality. Not the mint-on-the-pillow, free-continental-breakfast, coffee-in-the-church-lobby kind of hospitality, though that’s lovely and needed. No, he’s talking about a deep, way-of-life kind of hospitality. The kind of hospitality that requires sacrifice.

Let’s talk about rats for a moment—don’t worry, we’ll get back to the onion… The recent book How Children Succeed discusses research on rats showing that the single most important determining factor for the health and thriving of adult rats was how much their mother rats licked and groomed them. Infant rats whose mothers took care of them more were more likely to take risks when at play and ate more than those whose mothers did not. And not only that, the researchers discovered "big variations in the size and shape and complexity of the parts of the brain that regulated stress" (30). Obviously, it's more complex than that—all research is, and I commend How Children Succeed to your reading—but put simply, and translated into human behavior, children whose mothers cuddle them, praise them, take care of them in a consistent way grow up healthier and more resilient. Our brains, our bodies are physically transformed…by love. These researchers have found the gospel writ large in the brains of rats.

Getting back to our scriptural onion, here’s the thing, we all know that raising children is difficult. And we know that it involves sacrifice on our parts. These first few months of my new baby Jackson’s life have been delightful but also very difficult. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t cried a lot—partly from sleep deprivation, partly as I see clearly the life I had outside work shrinking and changing into changing diapers, nursing, and tummy-time. I have had to sacrifice time with friends, time to work on art projects, time to do whatever it was I did before I had kids. And it’s not just about kids. The things worth doing in this world require sacrifice. One of my former students enjoyed cooking for us while on mission trips—he’d spend the afternoon making a huge amount of food, then insist on going last through the line. When someone needs to talk when I need to write an article or finish a report, I sit and chat—sacrifice. The coffee in the lobby isn’t just coffee, it’s a symbol of our willingness to engage deeply with newcomers—we sacrifice time with our old friends to gather new people in to our community. When we at Good Shepherd begin our annual stewardship drive in the spring because we value sharing our resources with folks who need it—sacrifice. When, dare I say it, your tax bill comes due, you probably feel the sacrifice, but again, it’s because, the details of the tax code aside, we as a nation find helping one another worth doing. And so we have a system of sacrifice. And that sacrifice is precisely what we mean when we talk about hospitality. And what Jesus is talking about with the children. We make ourselves last to put someone else first—hospitality.

These sacrifices we make for one another, for our loved ones, for the least of these around the world, they transform us. Our bodies are physically transformed by our sacrifice, by our love. The hospitality we show to the stranger, whether it be a newcomer to this church, the children at Taft Elementary, the gays and lesbians in our communities who think we Christians hate them, the families around the world who don’t have clean water to drink—the hospitality we show to these strangers we show to Jesus himself.

And so we come to the center of the onion—the core of truth that Jesus offers us in everything he said and did. Love is our driving force, and love demands something of us. Often more than we’re prepared to give. Jesus tells us to love our enemies, after all, and I don't think he meant that in a purely abstract way. Yet that love is what we ourselves yearn for, that love is what God offers us freely with Jesus own sacrifice, and that love will transform us body and soul.

Who is the stranger you meet? How can you love them? How can you sacrifice for them to show them hospitality? What can you give up to show them how much you and God love them? And how will you be transformed by that love? Like an onion, it will bring you to tears if you give it a try.

leaving something out

 I learned in seminary to try to leave something out of the sermon--you can't say it all and there's always something that will distract from the main point. This was a note I had in my manuscript that I wanted to use but couldn't find a way to make it fit.

“the least of these”—not very comfortable to talk about who the "leasts" are

we don’t want to admit who we think of as least, to ourselves and definitely not out loud, in church

Jesus says to love the least, so we can’t have resentful or condescending thoughts about anyone, right?

It’s a question of how you react to those thoughts, not the having of them.

What do you think?

sermon on James 3:1-12

“I don’t love you.” My daughter says. I know she doesn’t mean it, but for a brief moment, it hurts. She’s only three and has no filter. She says it in anger, in jest, because she gets a response from me. She says hurtful things and she probably gets it from me. And I probably got it from my folks. This is what we in the business call “original sin” and, whether you believe that’s an accurate theology or not, it’s a good description of the world we live in. We are all of us sinners, wounding one another with our words. Surely I’m not the only one who wants to physically pull back my words sometimes—no, I didn’t mean that, I was speaking in anger, I didn’t know what I was saying, I didn’t know all the facts, I’m just hurt, I’m so sorry… In an argument with my husband the other day, in the heat of my anger, I said something about hoping he would die of whatever it was we were arguing about—pecans? Politics? I don’t know. I confess that to you now, here in the assembly of Christians, because I need to repent of it. I confess that to you in the hopes that you understand, in the hopes that you see the same idle talk in yourselves, that you, too, need to repent of something.

Maybe you’re not ready for that confession yet. I hear you. Let’s move on. But we’ll be back.

Let’s talk about current events instead. In the discipleship groups I lead at the campus ministry I serve, the students and I have just read a blog post called “Why are Christians so mean?” The author herself is a Christian and had noticed that many folks in our country look at us askance—“you follow the Prince of Peace yet yell at one another and us all the time—what gives?” they seem to ask. She wondered if she was alone in noticing this and she writes:
“Within one quarter of a second, a Google search of ‘Why are Christians so mean’ returned 5,190 results.
To put these numbers in context, I ran the same query for other faiths.  As we would expect in the post 9-11 environment, “Why are Muslims so mean” yielded 8,320 results.  More telling, however, are the following comparisons:
There were seven results for ‘Why are Jews so mean?’ and four results for ‘Why are Hindus so mean?’ ‘Why are Buddhists so mean’ yielded one result with no results at all when I asked, ‘Why are Sikhs so mean?’
It wasn’t always this way.  Certainly not in the early Church, when Tertullian remarked, ‘Look, how they love one another’ or when Aristides wrote, ‘They walk in all humility and kindness.’  When is the last time you heard anyone say anything even close to that about Christians?”
How we act and what we say makes a difference, like James said in his letter. “[N]o one can tame the tongue—a restless evil, full of deadly poison” he writes, and “From the same mouth come blessing and cursing. My brothers and sisters, this ought not to be so.” Well said, James.

Let’s make this very concrete. You’re aware of the kerfuffle recently over Chik-fil-A? Perhaps some of y’all showed up to buy a chicken sandwich that day or perhaps you were angry at those who did. I’m not here this Sunday to talk about the right or wrong of CEO Dan Cathy’s remarks nor even of the right or wrong of homosexuality. No, in keeping with brother James, consider how Christians responded. How were we perceived by the world when large masses of us went to Chik-fil-A on a particular day? Consider that 99% of the gay population of the world saw that and assumed that we all hate them. And then consider how those same Christians perceived the gay community when some loving, gay couples showed up for a Kiss-In—they assumed that the gay community are all exhibitionists and wanted to force something on them.

Neither of these is true. Both were hurtful. “From the same mouth come blessing and cursing. My brothers and sisters, this ought not to be so.”

The blogger I mentioned closed her post with these questions: “What are the consequences of those things I have done and left undone?  How are others likely to interpret my actions?  How are they likely to respond?”

How we use our tongues, as James writes, what we say… is everything. And yet our words can be meaningless as well. In someone’s grief, we struggle for the right words, filling the sad silence with platitudes trying to heal the pain. I’ve talked to so many folks who said a well-meaning friend told them God needed another angel and how much they hated God in that moment.

James says that we’re wild horses needing to be broken with a bridle—not very complimentary. I don’t want to think of myself as a dumb beast needing physical restraint, or as a boat going only where the captain directs me with no creativity of my own. But there’s truth in what he says. Our tongues can run wild, speaking truth and lies indiscriminately. We can’t help it. We need something to hold us back from the hurt we inflict. We need a divine and maybe sometimes harsh “no” to pull us up short, to show us what we’ve done. God is, in this moment, a divine parent, speaking truth to us rebellious children, trying to aim our energy in a better direction.

Because sometimes we get it right. Sometimes our tongues speak love and comfort or encouragement in just the right moment. A couple of months ago, in the first week after I gave birth to my son, my mother-in-law stayed with us and helped us out. She cooked for us, cleaned the house, brought me things while I was still in pain. It was, in some ways, her job to be here—she was happy to do it—but I needed to say thank you for that gift. I sent her a thank you note which arrived on a day when everything was going wrong for her.

My words worked, but not because of their poetry. She was comforted in the middle of a cruddy day because I was present with her. Sure, it was only in the form of a note, but it’s like we say, “it’s the thought that counts.” In that thought, I was present and that, more than the words I wrote, made a difference.

And now we get to the heart of it. Showing up is what we are called to do. When someone is in mourning, we sit with them, maybe bring a casserole. When someone is imprisoned, we show up, speak to with them through the glass. When someone is celebrating, we show up and celebrate with them. When someone says something hurtful to us, like “I hope you die from pecans” we stay with them—my husband forgave me because he loves me and because we show up daily in each other’s lives. In the church business, we call this incarnation—I am physically present here with you fine people today, I’m incarnate here. This is what Jesus did—the word became flesh and dwelt among us—he showed up. He sat with us, he ate with us—sure, he talked a bunch, said some impressive and convicting things—but what he did was show up. He was present with us. Most of us don’t take that time—we don’t get to know our gay or conservative evangelical neighbors. We only react, speaking the emotional truth of the moment—I’m angry! I’m hurt!—and don’t think of how we’re perceived. My brothers and sisters, this ought not to be so.

Friday afternoon, this discipleship group I mentioned, we met for our weekly conversation. Partway through our conversation we became aware of a group of Muslim students demonstrating across the street. They held signs in support of Chris Stevens, the US ambassador to Libya who was killed. They handed out flowers and stood calmly supporting peace. And so we joined them. I and my students crossed the street, showed up, you might say, with our brothers and sisters.

If we can come to rest in the knowledge that God is here too, that God is incarnate in Jesus and a little in us and our neighbors, maybe the drive to be right or to say the right thing can slip away. If we can try to see our neighbors and our enemies as people, as distant family, maybe we can be content sitting with them at a dinner table or on the front stoop. Maybe we can show up and simply be with one another, letting our presence speak for itself. Maybe then there’s room for God to work the wonders that need working. My brothers and sisters, may it be so.

sermon for Maundy Thursday

A very long time ago,

a man and his friends sat down at a table for dinner.

They had been through a lot together, these friends.

They had given up a lot to be together—more than they knew.

They ate together most nights

and because it was the celebration of the Passover,

of course they would meet again

—nothing was out of the ordinary.

Something was coming—they all felt it—

but they didn’t know what.

The men and women around the table talked and joked

with the comfort of brothers and sisters.

They ate slowly,

savoring the plates of lamb, eggs, bitter herbs,

and unleavened bread they passed.

They drank wine and delighted in one another’s company.

And at the same time, even longer ago,

the people called the Israelites sat down for dinner.

They had been through a lot together, these people.

They had given up a lot

—and had had a lot taken from them—

to be together—more than they knew.

They ate together most nights, but this night was special.

They ate with their shoes and hats on,

their walking sticks in their hands,

their luggage packed for a journey.

They ate quickly,

pausing only to pray to Hashem for mercy.

They barely tasted the bread and wine and bitter herbs.

And they ate in both fear and excitement.

And at the same time, far in the future,

a group of brothers and sisters sat down at a table for dinner.

They had been through a lot together, these brothers and sisters.

They had given up a lot to be together—more than they knew.

They didn’t eat together very often any more,

at least not in one another’s houses.

But they did meet every week

to pass a plate of bread and a cup of wine.

They loved one another deeply

and yet didn’t quite know what to do about it

in the vast and changed world.

They talked and joked with the intimacy of family

and remembered all the times they’d eaten together,

every meal for 2,000 years.

They knew something was coming,

they knew what it was

—had heard the story for 2,000 years—

yet they didn’t understand it, didn’t really know their part.

They ate, loving one another, loving God,

loving what they thought they knew.

* * *

The man and his friends, a very long time ago,

were about to depart:

the man would depart this life and he grieved to think about it;

his friends would depart from each other and from him,

running away in fear and grief.

Only Judas would have the courage of his convictions

and only the women would return.

The man knew that this departure, this ending

would also be a beginning

And he knew that beginning would not make the end less painful

His friends knew something was ending

Maybe they thought the rule of the Roman oppressors was ending

Maybe they thought their poverty and directionlessness were ending

They didn’t know that this would be their last dinner together

That this was the last meal of a condemned man

That this last supper would feed them in the wilderness

And at the same time, that people called the Israelites, even longer ago,

Were about to depart:

They would depart from Egypt and the slavery they had endured

They would depart from the life they had known,

oppressive as it had been

and embark on a long journey into the wilderness

but before they left, they covered their doorposts with blood

marking their homes

so that the angel of death would pass over them

they killed the lamb, and ate it in fear and joy

ready to leave for a new life

terrified by what was happening outside their doors

this people had a leader, a man named Moshe

Moshe knew that this departure, this ending

Would also be a beginning

And he knew he would not survive this new story

He knew that beginning would not make the ending less painful

And at the same time, far in the future,

The brothers and sisters gathered here were about to depart

They didn’t know it

They thought their weekly meal was comfort and beauty and joy

And it was

But it was also the last supper before the storm

They would eat hastily, knowing something was coming

They would pray to God to pass them over

Marking their foreheads with ash

And their hearts with regret

These brothers and sisters are the ekklesia, the church

the gathering of people

the people, literally, “called out” of our normal lives,

we are that beloved community

we will depart from the empire,

from mammon,

from the way we’ve always done things

we are always on the move, always at an ending and a beginning

our weekly supper of bread and wine

will be food for the journey

our love for one another will sustain us in the wilderness

* * *

This [gesture to table] is the end, brothers and sisters.

We will eat our meal together hastily,

our shoes on our feet and our walking sticks in our hands,

our luggage packed

For we have been called to witness to the world

We have been called to an ending

We will depart from this place like the Apostles—the ones Jesus sent out

We will leave the expectations of the world like the Israelites left Egypt

We will travel in circles where our calling is foolish

Where we will look ridiculous

for insisting on love and compassion

Where we will be mocked

Where we will be hungry for more than bread

Every time we eat this meal together,

We remember every other time we have eaten together for 4,000 years

And every time we eat this meal together,

God is present with us

Jesus returns

God is with us on this journey

We are not alone

Yet, for now, it seems God has abandoned us

We cannot see or feel him

We feel battered and bruised

By the Story we enact this week

By its contradictions and problems

The light is departing this world

Jesus, our brother,

Is betrayed into the hands of us poor sinners.

sunday's sermon--Is the Bible True?

Baruch attah adonai elohenu melech ha-olam. Blessed are you, Lord our God, ruler of eternity. Amen.

* * *

[black slide]

So, today’s topic in our Lenten Journey series called Rooted is, “Is the Bible True?” [change slide—is the Bible true?]

Um…[change slide—yes] yes. Yes, it is.

[Alice sit down, as though sermon is done.] …beat…

[Alice back to pulpit.]

I guess you wanted more than that. Ok. Yes, the Bible’s true, but [change slide—how is it true?] how is it true? In what way does the Bible give us Truth? [change slide—top portion wipes away] That’s the real question.

So, let’s consider that. [change to black slide] One of my favorite books is Moby-Dick—you know, the book about an obsessed ship’s captain chasing after the white whale? Yeah, I know, long, boring, smartypants kind of book—I’m a nerd, what can I say? It really is good though. And, as one of my professors once said, you can be reading along in one of the many chapters on whale anatomy entitled “The Whale’s Forehead” or something, and you’re learning about the average dimensions of a blue whale’s forehead and what’s behind it in its big skull and how, because its eyes are on the sides of the head, once it gets within a certain distance from something, it can’t see it at all anymore—I say, you’re reading all about the whale’s forehead, and you suddenly realize you’re reading about your own life and about the vastness of God. It’s bizarre. And it’s just so…true.

But, of course, that story didn’t happen. Captain Ahab and Ishmael and the white whale and everything—completely made up. Not factual at all. Well, the chapters on whale anatomy are probably factual, but not the story. So, if it’s basically false on some level, how can it be true?

In this book we’re reading as a congregation, Making Sense of Scripture, the author talks about the fact-value split, and this is exactly what he’s talking about. He’s saying there are facts—things we can prove or look up or verify with someone—and there are values, truth—what those facts mean, what we believe about those facts. So, something like Moby-Dick has the facts of the story which we know didn’t happen, but those facts mean something. Or something like a history of the 30-Years’ War has the facts of the battles which we know did happen, but those facts mean something. They mean more than a listing off of events. Does that make sense? So, say, something like the creation stories in Genesis—yes, I did say stories plural—have a listing off of events, a list of facts if you will. Now, the point of the stories is not the order in which things were created or that it took a certain amount of time—those are all interesting and important things to discuss—but the truth behind them is, what? That the creation was created, that everything we see has the breath of God running through it, that God saw what God had made—what we see outside these walls and in the faces of those around us—and God called it all good. This is meaning and truth which is much bigger and more powerful than facts.

Here’s another way to look at it: this is a clip from the second Lord of the Rings movie, The Two Towers. They’re fantasy films set in Middle Earth about an epic fight against evil. A whole lot of stuff has happened by this point, some of it good, most of it violent and disturbing. And our heroes—Sam and Frodo—are at a low point. Can they go on? Should they? What’s the point? Let’s watch…

[change slide to LOTR clip--Sam's speech about stories and holding on to something]

[at end of clip, change to black slide]

Good stuff, right? There’s at least two truths going on here: (1) there’s what Sam is saying—that we’ve been through so much individually and as a people and we continue on because we’re holding on to something good and true and hopeful and (2) there’s the truth of the entire story—it didn’t happen, it’s not factual. Middle Earth didn’t really exist and those battles and journeys are made up for the story. But they’re deeply true. They’re about friendship and commitment and pity and sacrifice and good fighting evil and seeming to fail and yet refusing to give in.

Are you seeing this? The difference between truth and facts?

Before the crucifixion, the Roman administrator charged with dealing with Jewish criminals, a man named Pontius Pilate, spoke with Jesus and famously [change slide] said, “what is truth?” Was he a seeker of some kind, asking earnestly for an answer: “what is truth?” or was he bored and just dabbling in philosophical conversation: “what is truth?” Who knows, but his question is our question—“what is truth?” [change to black slide] What makes something true?

I suppose it might be that it is factual [change slide—orange and blue Venn diagram]—something like gravity. We can test it and have facts about its consistency and how strong it actually is. And it means that we don’t float off into space—facts are a kind of truth, but don’t tell the whole story. I bet there are other kinds of truth [change slide—more blue dots]—like our experiences, like our relationships, like the beauty we experience in art and the natural world—things that can’t be reduced only to their component parts but which have deep meaning and the power to transform us in themselves.

So, [change slide—what is truth?] what is truth, really? How do we tell [change slide—how do we tell?] if something’s true?

This is where the church comes in, and this is where we have a great blessing to share with the world. [change to black slide] We aren’t a place where things have to remain the same for centuries, we aren’t a place where one person tell us what The Truth is period. We are a hospital for sinners. We are a lab for experimentation. We are a dinner table for conversation. How do we tell if something’s true? We wrestle with it here in Christian community. There is no real rule of thumb I can give you that will answer all your questions and will point you unerringly on the path of truthful Biblical understanding. That’s not how it works—we do this as a group, a group which includes God, I hasten to add.

Well, maybe there’s one rule of thumb. [change slide—love] It’s love. God created the world with love. God chose the Israelites with love and guided them and freed them and got angry with them and forgave them for love. God became human in Jesus and lived and died and rose again because of love. We keep coming back to hear the stories because of love. And we are transformed by that love. We can’t figure it out on our own, we need one another. [change to black slide]

Now, this doesn’t make it easy—in fact, it makes it harder. For one thing, having to work out truth with others requires us to pay more attention than maybe we’re used to. And, for another, we can’t ignore texts we don’t care for—there’s truth and transformation there as well.

BUT God’s moving in all of it somehow, God who is the answer to Pilate’s question. And so we keep coming back—because another part of truth is our faith that God is speaking through all kinds of surprising things. Truth is slippery and sometimes it is beautiful and sometimes it appears threatening, but it is always, always, always the love of God working to open our eyes.