This week – starting yesterday – is an in-between time for many Christians. We end the old liturgical year one Sunday and observe the new one the next Sunday. And that last Sunday of the year has, since 1925, been observed as Christ the King or the Reign of Christ Sunday. And while it might seem like a long-established and obvious tradition to celebrate the Reign of Christ for people who follow Jesus, it is rather new to the calendar.

Briefly, in 1925, Pope Pius XI instituted Christ the King Sunday as a response to the horrors of World War I and surging nationalism. Tyrants were rising, people were losing faith in those with power and also losing faith in God. It has been almost 100 years, and we Christians have participated in or led another World War and countless other devastating conflicts around the globe. So it might be worth asking if Christ the King Sunday did us any good. But it is also worth noting that we certainly seem to need the reminder.

In addition to wars, there a a number of movements on the rise right now – in nations and in churches – that challenge our claim that we truly follow Jesus and believe in the Kingdom of God as scripture describes it for us. At the very least, it is worth taking one Sunday a year to remember just what that kingdom is.

One of the most pernicious challenges today is Christian nationalism – it isn’t new, but it is newly popular. Those who promote it want to fuse religious and national identity, at the very least to promote Christian views but usually also to elevate Christians above those of other faiths and in the most common forms today also to exclude those who don’t adhere to a particular strand of the faith. There’s no aspect of this that is okay. Christian nationalism tends to also be racist and sexist, to denigrate the poor and immigrants – the very ones our faith tradition tells us to love and care for. One reason Christian nationalism is so challenging and dangerous is because it contains many of the other challenges in our social and political culture – racism, sexism, antisemitism, heteronormativity, immigrant-blaming, and more.

The question that Christian nationalism poses is, “who belongs?” For Christian nationalists, those who belong are select group who meet the racial, ethnic, gender, social, and religious standards set forth by other Christian nationalists.

And for followers of Jesus the answer is, “Everyone.”

The most basic tenet of Christian nationalism is that there can be borders around faith that are congruent with those of a nation. That a nation can confer status that equals the identity of a person of faith.

For followers of Jesus, this is not true. It is a heresy.

Who belongs? All belong. Who is made in the image of God? Everyone.

I have no doubt that the question of belonging is going to be central to people of faith for the foreseeable future. We’ve had a lot of experience recently to prepare us! How you draw the boundaries around nationhood and around a faith community will say a lot about how seriously you take the teachings of a King who came for all, served for all, and welcomes all.

I just returned from a trip to New York to see friends (and for some work meetings for my spouse). There was a lot of talk about politics and all kinds of division – ethnic, racial, religious, gender…and a little bit of sports.

But something happened while I was there that gave me some encouragement: we sat around tables with people from all over the world and enjoyed each other’s company. Even between those of us who might otherwise have the kinds of conflicts that lead to war.

Korea, China, Germany, Netherlands, Italy, Kenya, South Africa, Russia, UK, Lebanon, Brussels, Mexico, and US. Some I had known for several years, others I only just met on this trip.

We broke bread together – literally. We lifted glasses and toasted each other. We talked about our children, spouses, summer travel plans, multiple elections, irritations at work, and weather. Like people do all over the world.

For many cultures across time and geography, gathering around a table to share food is a synonym for making and keeping peace. It keeps families together when they aren’t talking. It keeps nations talking when they aren’t together. When you “break bread” you aren’t just eating it, you are sharing it. That works with bowls of rice, as well.

Humans need food to live, and we also need each other. Meeting both of those needs at once helps us to experience each other as siblings around a family table.

It’s summer. My routine is no longer a routine and I’m starting to lose track of what day it is. This might sound ideal to some – but not me! I like structure! For much of the year I count on Mondays to reset the chaos of my life as my household resumes a schedule. But not only is it summer, I’m between jobs. So…what is Monday? It’s just a continuation of the other chaotic days! 

I’ll probably have to drive my daughter somewhere…but where? And at what time? No one knows. I don’t even know when to make my to-do list? Like, when do I start? Does it even matter? 

Ongoing chaos reigns. Having a teenager is chaotic, of course, and I also have a mom with Alzheimer’s. And a garage door opener that doesn’t work. And a geriatric dog who asks to go outside in complete silence so we don’t know when he needs to pee. My chaos is nothing compared to plenty of people I know…but I don’t know anyone who lives without it. 

Hoping to find a way out of the chaos in my life, I recently read Patricia Livingston’s book, This Blessed Mess. (I already have a stack of unread “how-to-organize-your-stuff books.). Instead the book helped me discover that chaos is part of life and, indeed, essential to it. She writes as a person of faith, that was a connection point for me. 

The creation story that is part of my faith tradition tells of God bringing forth light, sky, land, oceans, living creatures – from chaos. Chaos is the raw material for creation. In the history of humankind, that chaos keeps re-emerging and we have to keep reimagining ways to create from it. Create communities that have been broken, create healing from sickness, create art from scraps of what was, re-create ourselves when we’ve gone all chaotic. 

That insight reframed chaos for me. It’ll always be in my life, what will I make of it? I’ll never make a whole cosmos…but the disarray in my life shows me opportunities to bring comfort, repair, joy, resourcefulness, or even just plain listening. 

I’ve got months of chaos ahead to see how this works. 

If you know me, you know that I often find examples in the natural world that are great metaphors for the human condition – and for the divine. I’ve preached and written about dogs and rabbits, rocks and water, clouds and trees. 

Today, I’m going to talk about ants and termites. 

These insects – ants and termites – have two fascinating qualities: they are profoundly social and they engage in near ceaseless construction. They communicate with each other almost constantly and each one of them has specific work to do. Some move twigs, soil, and construction materials; others bring food; still others rear broods of their young. Each is engaged in a specific task.

At the same time, if you look at them from a distance, it is clear that they are engaged in common work. Elaborate, interconnected collaborative projects – the Hill and the Mound – that are the signature of their species. Their social projects are the things that make them what they are. 

Scientists have observed these animals communicating with each other through touch and through chemicals like pheromones, so they can tell each other about the location of food or if there are enemies nearby or what their building projects need. 

And about those building projects: ant hills and termite mounds are structures that involve elaborate, collaborative architecture. They require near constant maintenance and division of labor. 

The work is compulsive. Ants construct, maintain, and repair the region of their hill without knowing what work is being done elsewhere and without a blueprint. Termites live out their brief lives in a social enterprise that goes back hundreds of generations. They don’t know how it started or how it will end up. 

This is what characterizes all social animals. They keep at a particular thing as a group and work ceaselessly under genetic instructions and genetic compulsion on that project. They can’t help it! Being part of these large, joint projects is just who they are. 

Now, the way I found out about the social nature of ants and termites is itself a story about another social animal. Humans. 

I read about the nature of ants and termites in a book that belonged to my dad. After he died several years ago, I started taking his old books home with me one or two at a time. Part of me was interested in the books themselves (in this case, The Lives of a Cell by Lewis Thomas) and part of me was interested in knowing the things my dad knew and passing them on. It was a way of carrying forward the thoughts of the author and my dad through me and to other people. In fact, I am doing that right now! 

Like ants and termites, humans are profoundly social animals. Our interactions and relationship with other humans are fundamental to our nature. And like other social animals, we are engaged in particular behavior all the time, a collaborative project that is part of who we are. 

Now, even though we humans do build things that take generations – like huge gothic cathedrals or massive transportation systems – it isn’t the building of physical structures that we are innately compelled to engage in. We have archeological ruins from around the world that testify to the fact that we move on from our physical group projects all the time and we are still human. 

So what is our group project? 

When we look at the projects of ants and termites, we know that each one is focused on their particular task, not a single one of them has any notion of what is being constructed elsewhere. And none of them know the origin of their joint project or how it will end up. Ants have a very brief life, but their hills go on for many, many years. 

What do we have that is like that? 

We have language. Language is the human project that makes us us. We are born equipped to use it. While specific languages like English or Chinese or Sign Language are not inborn, the impulse to communicate through words does seem to be something that humans engage in communally, compulsively, and that we can’t be human without. We seem to be born with a sense of past, present, future; of subjects and objects. 

And not only that. We are able to use language in endlessly creative ways. We are not just stuck with a few key messages about food or safety or “let’s get together”…we name and describe things, we tell others what is happening around us.  

Human language evolves and carries ideas and messages from the past into the future. (Like my dad’s book.) Language connects us to those we have never and may never meet, even to those who are anonymous. Language is for us like an ant hill or a termite mound – we each have specific roles in using it. We keep at it – using and creating language – compulsively. If two people meet and don’t speak the same language, they will find a way to communicate, to understand what each other’s words mean.

We can’t help it. It is who and what we are. 

If you consider humans individually, we each learn language and use it in specific ways. Some use it to write or sing or create art. Some use it to solve problems or care for the young or the sick.  Some use it to report on the past, others to address needs in the future. We use it to make lists, fix things that are broken, invent new things. 

If you zoom out and see us from a distance (as we did with ants and termites) you can see that language is also a collaborative human project. No one knows how it started, but it was with us in our earliest days. No one knows how our languages will end up. 

We use our languages every day, around the world. The ancient languages have evolved and merged and separated to become the languages we have today. No one from the Middle Ages would know what “radio” or “television” mean, but those modern words have their origin in Latin and Greek. All our new words are built on old ones. The languages we inherit evolve to meet new needs or facilitate new ideas. And no matter which specific tongue we use, we use it for the same purposes as humans around the world do. It is a group project across time and place.

There are some interesting aspects of human language that fascinate me as a person and as a Christian. For instance: the more we learn about ancient cultures the more we see that we humans are storytellers. We have used language to tell stories from the time we hunted and gathered our food, from the time we lived in caves and painted those stories on the walls. 

In my faith tradition, storytelling is how we know about people like Moses, Abraham, Sarah, and Hagar. Storytelling is how we are invited to sing psalms of joy and anger, awe and sadness. Storytelling is how we know the story of the struggles and passion of the early church.  

Language is so core to who we are as human beings that it is how Jesus taught us about the kingdom of God and used metaphors like scattering seeds, harvesting crops, and growing mustard bushes. Storytelling is the way we learn about faith from a widow who lost a coin or love from a prodigal son.

We are not compelled by our nature to build buildings or make kings. We are compelled to use language to tell stories about those things. We are compelled to use language to transmit our history, our hopes, our very nature to those who come after us. 

That language is the social project making us what we are is a proposition from science, from people who study human culture, linguistics, and history. But there is something truly spiritual about it, as well. For one thing, we know from the very opening words of our story – from scripture – through to the very end that we humans are not made to be alone, that we are made for each other and made to be social. So, for those of us who share this faith, it makes a great deal of sense that we are created with this language impulse that keeps us connected both immediately and across time and place. 

And it makes sense that language is how we come to know about God and God’s love for us; that knowledge comes to us through stories being told around fires and around tables, stories written down and sung and painted. It is through language and through stories that you can look into the eyes of someone you love and talk about God…and it is also the way you can understand and interact with people whose eyes you will never behold. People like Mary of Nazareth and Mary Magdalen; people like Joseph and Peter and Paul; people who live today, but in far away places. 

God spoke creation into being and has made us in God’s image, so I don’t think it is any accident that speaking is one of the key ways we connect with each other and with God. 

And that is why I think it is not just language that makes us human. I think one of the key things that makes us human, that is as compulsive for us as building a hill is for ants, is love. It is the urge to connect with other humans. Language is the key way we do that, perhaps it is the purpose for which language has been given to us. 

Language can be misused, just as love or any other gift can be. Yet it is the urge to connect with other people, to make stories together, and to be in communion with God that makes us who we are. It makes us us. 

I am leaving a community I’ve been part of for almost 5 years. In that time we have told a lot of stories – and made some stories. Stories about being baptized and sharing meals around a table. Stories of making masks for each other in 2020 and creating new ways to connect online and outside. Stories about births and deaths and weddings. 

After today, my story will diverge as I move on from that place, even as their story adds new chapters. Yet we will still be part of the same bigger story – the story that includes ancient prophets and kings and struggling church planters. A story that includes a musical score that is both ancient and modern. Most importantly, it is a story that has at it’s center Jesus. Jesus who is the story and who told stories and who invites us into the story of how God loves us and how we can share that love through our own stories, in our shared language.

(Adapted from my last sermon at St. Mark’s Episcopal Church, Austin, Texas)

This past week, a group of my friends had a conversation about what we want. That was the straightforward question – what do you want. It is a common one this time of year, usually as an invitation to supply a gift list. But this group went a little deeper. 

None of the things we wanted were things we could really give each other. 

Some wanted better jobs, others just any job at all.
A couple of friends wanted holidays uninterrupted by relatives in the throes of addiction.
One wanted her hair to grow back after cancer treatment.
I will confess that my wish was to be able to get to and from work without passing a roadwork zone. 

However the most common want was for peace. Over and over people lifted this up as the one want they had above all others. 
Peace of mind.
Peace in families.
Community, national, and world peace.

Above their other wants was a desire for other people – all people – to have safety, health, shelter, enough food to eat. A desire for less anxiety, danger, and stress. A longing for more respect, and love. 

These sound like the same wants I hear most years. Certainly, the longing for peace bites a little more this year with multiple wars raging. But I frankly don’t remember a year when there was so much peace that people didn’t feel a need to ask for more. On one hand I am moved that so many long for peace, and on the other hand disappointed that we never seem to get it. 

That longing for peace goes back before I can remember. To my parents, grandparents, all my ancestors. All the way back to people who have been kidnapped and held captive during war, and to them the prophet Isaiah proclaimed,
Liberty to the captives
Release of prisoners
Gladness instead of mourning

Those things were at the top of their list of wants, and could easily be a list for today. This desire, this want, spans generations. Perhaps it is part of what makes us human – both that we create the devastation and then we yearn for its repair. 

Seven hundred years after Isaiah’s proclamation, a young pregnant Mary made her own proclamation of good news to the oppressed and the brokenhearted. Speaking from her lowly status, she announced that, all appearances to the contrary, she was blessed. Like 90% of the people around her, she was very poor. She was a disgraced pregnant girl. Being humble and meek was not a choice for her, it was a status imposed by the powers that be. 

And yet, like Isaiah, whose words she surely had heard all her life, she rejoiced in what God had done and was doing in her life. And not just in her life. From her remote village, Mary spoke to a longing for peace going back and forward through generations and across borders to the nations of the world. 

Living daily in Roman occupied territory, she sang about the leveling of oppressed and oppressor, of powerful and powerless. Where did her audacity come from? How could she translate the small injustices in her own life into the larger brutalities of people she’d never seen or heard of?

She was able to see God acting in her life and the life of people around her when most would see no evidence. She was able to connect what she experienced in her own life with the promises God made to her ancestors – and she trusted that those promises will carry forward into the future. 

She saw all this in her life of struggle. And she saw them not in a distant, dreamy future. She sang about the redemption God brings here on earth. Mary’s song lauds the God who not only saves souls, but also saves embodied people. Redemption begins here on earth – filling the hungry, dethroning the mighty. 

And her song is not saying that good things WILL happen, but that they HAVE happened. 

Most of us have objectively much easier lives than she did; why should we complain? Yet at our core, our wants have remained remarkably similar. And our sorrows are every bit as valid as hers or anyone’s. 
Like Mary, we still see a need for mercy. 
Like her we still see the benefit of scattering the proud and lifting up the lowly. 
Like her we want on behalf of others. 
And maybe like her, we can be inspired by the promise God made to our ancestors and see hope around us even in the midst of our hardships. 

There is hope in our struggle for financial security, in our search for healing from diseases of the mind and body. There is hope that hair will grow back and injuries will heal. There is hope, even, that war will cease. Advent is a reminder that we can join Mary in seeing God working in our lives right now. In unexpected ways. As unexpected as a baby given to us as a savior. As unexpected as mercy and justice in a harsh and unbalanced world. 

As unexpected as a song from a poor, disgraced, small-town girl that rejoices in the forever promise that belongs to all of us. 

Mary’s Song (Luke 1:46-55)
“My soul magnifies the Lord,
and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior,
for he has looked with favor on the lowly state of his servant.
    Surely from now on all generations will call me blessed,
for the Mighty One has done great things for me,
    and holy is his name;
indeed, his mercy is for those who fear him
    from generation to generation.
He has shown strength with his arm;
    he has scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts.
He has brought down the powerful from their thrones
    and lifted up the lowly;
he has filled the hungry with good things
    and sent the rich away empty.
He has come to the aid of his child Israel,
    in remembrance of his mercy,
according to the promise he made to our ancestors,
    to Abraham and to his descendants forever.”

Two years ago, a woman named Jill Turner was kayaking along the coast of Scotland when she saw a sheep on the beach at the base of a cliff. The sheep bleated at the kayaker, apparently calling out to her. Jill said the sheep “saw us coming and was calling to us along the length of the beach following our progress until she could go no further. She finally turned back, looking defeated.”

Jill assumed that the sheep would find her way back to her flock and grazing fields. After all, if she had gotten herself to that beach, she could get herself back. 

However, two years later, paddling along the same coast, Jill saw the sheep again! This time much shaggier but still bleating for help. The sheep, now named Fiona, was trailing two years growth of wool which flowed down her back like the train of a fancy ball gown. A very dirty ball gown. 

(Here’s the whole story – with photos!)

At this second sighting the kayaker was moved that the poor animal had been stranded for so long all by herself. Sheep, after all, are social, flock animals. They are not meant to be alone.“It is heart-rending,” she said. “We honestly thought she might make her way back up that first year.”

No one knows how Fiona got to that lonely, rocky beach and she surely couldn’t get herself back. She did have enough grass to eat and a tiny cave for shelter, but not much else. 

After the kayaker contacted some animal rescue teams, the newspapers picked up the story and named Fiona the Loneliest Sheep in the World. She was featured on TV news and comedy shows. Eventually, a group of five farmers with lots of equipment lifted Fiona up the steep 600 foot slope and she is now living the good life at a farm/tourist attraction. 

When I hear a story like this, I feel a mixture of wonder and embarrassment that we – you and I – are so often compared to sheep in the Bible. Wonder, embarrassment – but also recognition. Because when you think about it, we humans can be resourceful and affectionate and useful – and yet we also get ourselves into all kinds of predicaments. Many times we get ourselves into messes that we can’t get out of alone. 

And so, not only are we compared to sheep, but our rescuer – Jesus – is compared to a shepherd. One who will do the spiritual equivalent of scaling a 600 foot cliff to lift us back to the life we were meant to live with all the other sheep in the flock. 

At this pivot point between the end of one liturgical year and the beginning of the next, I’m thinking about the mixed images we have for that rescuer – 

Enthroned in glory and surrounded by angels
And
Chasing wayward sheep who keep getting lost or stuck.

And then I think about what it means that we are like sheep. We are wonderful, resourceful, affectionate and useful – and we are embarrassing and get ourselves into all kinds of predicaments we can’t fix. 

And yet, To be like a sheep is to be in God’s hand. 
To be like a sheep is to be part of the same creation as the caverns of the earth, the heights of the hills, the seas and the dry land.
To be like a sheep is to be fed and watered, to have rest when we are weary. To be bound up when we are wounded, strengthened when we are week. 
At some point in our lives, we end up like Fiona – at the bottom of a proverbial 600 foot cliff all by ourselves with no way up. We might end up in that place by mistake or on purpose. 

At times like that, remember that the God who created everything is not distant, uninterested, or too good for us.

Beginning with Advent, we turn our attention to the confounding miracle that this God came to be among us in cities and fields, in homes and under bridges, in hospitals and in bars, and at the bottom of 600 foot cliffs. And as the most vulnerable one of us – the Jewish baby under Roman oppression. 

That’s a comforting thought when you feel like the loneliest sheep in the world. 

Sermon preached at St. Mark’s Episcopal Church 9/24/23

(Audio version here: https://www.stmarksaustin.org/sermons)

The landowner said to them, ‘Why are you standing here idle all day?’ They said to him, ‘Because no one has hired us.’ He said to them, ‘You also go into the vineyard.’

Less than five miles from here at the Home Depot on I-35, men (and it is all men) gather every day and wait for work. They have a huge range of skills – and many of them have multiple skills. Carpentry, masonry, plumbing, roofing. They can trim your trees and mow your lawn, demolish buildings or construct them. They have skills, but what they don’t have is a place to use them. So they gather at the Home Depot and wait for someone to hire them for the day.

That is just one of many day labor sites in Austin. They are places of hope and desperation. It’s great if you get a job. Most people hiring show up early and select the team they need for that day. If you are not selected early, you wait. You might get lucky if someone comes by later in the morning or even the afternoon, or you might waste all day there with no job at all.

Everyone starts over again the next day. Sometimes you are selected and you work hard all day – and sometimes for this you are not paid. Wage theft is routine for day laborers. And there is often not much they can do because their work agreement is not documented. They rely on trust in strangers. 

Even when you do get paid to work for a day, the wages can be paltry. You are often paid in cash – or by check and then have to pay a hefty fee at a check cashing service. The amount you are paid might feed you for a day or two, but it’s unlikely to feed and house your whole family. It would take a whole lot of you working a whole lot of days to make that much. 

If you were paying attention when I was reading the gospel, you might think you know where I’m going with this. In Jesus’ parable of the laborers in the vineyard, a landowner hires day laborers to work for him in a vineyard. Some he hires early in the day, others at later and later times. And then he pays them all the same wage no matter how many hours they put in. 

This parable is seen as an allegory about how generous God is; the vineyard is the kingdom of heaven and God rewards all those who do the kingdom work no matter how long they work. (And some of the workers get jealous about this whole scheme and try to tell the landowner/God it’s unfair. And the landowner/God reminds them that it’s God’s prerogative to be generous and merciful – and that is what we believe God is like, generous and merciful.)

It’s not a bad understanding to focus on God’s generosity and how we all have equal access to God’s kingdom no matter how long we’ve been laboring in God’s vineyard. 

But that’s not what I was thinking about with this parable. After all, Jesus uses images like the vineyard and the day laborers not only because of how they might represent the holy, but how they reveal the unholy.  

In Jesus’ time day laborers were a cheap and plentiful source of labor. Many had been forced off their farms due to debts they owed to the Roman Empire. Now living in extreme poverty, these displaced workers hoped to be hired in any way that would help them feed their families. Their prospects were more precarious than slaves, who for all their hardships at least had a place to live and food to eat. 

The pay for day laborers was not great. A single denarius, enough to buy one’s daily bread. 

Think about those workers who wait and wait to be hired.

About what it means to be left out of the work day after day after day.

We might wonder if the parable is just about the pay or the work. Maybe it’s about the whole unjust way humans have structured work. 

The laborers in the story end up misunderstanding how this vineyard operates – they want some economic fairness from the landowner. Who can blame them? They are not greedy; they are all just a couple of hours away from being the ones who were left waiting in the marketplace, the ones no one asked. 

They are just a couple of hours away from no pay at all – and now they’ve worked really hard and shouldn’t they get a reward for THAT? 

Back in the 21st century, at the same time that day laborers without work are gathering daily at Home Depot, there are other laborers around the country leaving their places of work on strike. When negotiations for better working conditions fail, often the only strategy workers have for bettering their situation is to withhold their labor. 

While the laborers in the vineyard were upset that some got paid the same wage for less work, today’s strikers are protesting so that everyone can get a fair wage.  Unlike the laborers in the vineyard, they are not jealous of another’s wage, they want what’s best for the least paid. Historically, workers who strike have gained all sorts of humane treatment that you and I now take for granted – like weekends or an 8-hour workday or safe working conditions. 

When we think about day laborers and autoworkers, it raises the question of why it is so hard for a society such as ours 

a world such as ours 

in which there is plenty of work to do…

why is it so hard for people to have work to do that meets their needs for survival and our collective need for all of our skills and effort?

Jesus said, “The kingdom of heaven is like a landowner who went out early in the morning to hire laborers for his vineyard.”

Even before we get to the wages the landowner will pay, the kingdom of heaven is like a landowner who hires laborers for his vineyard. 

Perhaps it is working in the vineyard that is the gift. Not the wages. 

Work is more than what you do and what you are paid. Work is part of what makes us human and makes us a community. In fact, you can make the argument that we were made for work. 

In the Tuesday Bible Study Group, we are reading Genesis. In the second chapter we read about God creating humans from the earth and 

The Lord God took the human and settled him in the garden of Eden to farm it and to take care of it. 

God created us to work in the garden – or you might say, to work in the vineyard. 

And harking back to that image of humans working the earth at the beginning of time, Jesus describes the kingdom of heaven as a place where humans also work the earth. 

This parable presents us with challenges. 

Jesus used an exploitive work practice to illustrate the kingdom of heaven, not because the kingdom itself is exploitive, but because kingdom work will reveal and overturn those structures. 

When I drive by the entrance to Home Depot, I see dozens of people ready to work. I hope they are asked to work in someone’s vineyard and given at least their daily bread. 

There are many reasons a person could be in the shoes of a day laborer. It could be immigration status or being recently released from prison. It could be disability or a language barrier. It could be because they are in debt to our version of the Roman Empire. 

I hope that all our sisters and brothers who’ve been left out might someday be invited in to till the soil with us. 

We were created to work this soil, to use what we have in God’s creation and participate in God’s mission.  

Jesus tells us that the kingdom of heaven is here and in this parable he tells us that it is a realm in which our labor is valued and needed. Every day.

Whenever we are engaged in the work of the kingdom, there is always enough work for anyone who accepts the invitation. That work, as our baptismal covenant tells us, includes seeking and serving Christ in all persons, striving for justice and peace among all people, and respecting the dignity of every human being. 

So, anytime you are engaged in service, justice making, peace making, and dignity raising – you are working in the vineyard. And if you have done that work before, you know that everyone is invited to join in. 

What the laborers in the Home Depot parking lot can remind us is that it is a gift to work in the vineyard, to toil in the world God made for us and made us from. 

All of us are made to work here and in God’s vineyard. 

If you’ve ever found yourself waiting to have your gifts and labor valued – know that God has invited all of us in. 

AMEN

Sermon preached at St. Mark’s Episcopal Church on 4/10/22

(Audio version here: https://www.stmarksaustin.org/sermons)

“You do not know now what I am doing, but later you will understand.”

There is an organization in Austin that takes advantage of two of our city’s unique assets: our relatively large number of professional musicians and also our relatively large number of people who want to be professional musicians. Anthropos Arts matches professional musicians with low-income band students for instrument lessons and opportunities to perform in public. It is a genius idea that yields amazing results – because if you are learning to play a musical instrument, having a good teacher who believes in you is important.

And just as important is practicing. You know the old joke: How do you get to Carnegie Hall? Practice, practice, practice. So these pairs of adult mentors and students practice regularly – scales and technique and songs. And one of the distinctive things about their program is that they also practice improvisation.

Now, it might seem counter-intuitive to practice improv. When you improvise you are creating something on the spot, out of the blue and you will never do that particular thing again. You might think, there is no way to practice that, but there is. You learn to improvise by doing it. And every time you do it, you get better at it.

That sounds like some kind of crazy, circular logic, but it’s true. You do need to know the basics of how to play your instrument, what musical notes are, and all that. But the only way to really learn to produce a unique musical expression with no notice is to do it. And that is what these students do. They practice and know their instruments – and when they perform in public they know that their director might point at them in the middle of a piece and they will be expected to improvise. And in fact each of them performs at least one solo improvisation in public each year. They never know when it will happen.

There’s something compelling and beautiful that happens when musicians improvise. They get out of their heads and into the music. The rest of the band and the audience root for them. It turns out the beauty of improvising – in music or acting or even in ministry – is that it requires you to be connected to those around you. You have to listen because what you do is connected to what came before and what comes after.

Improvisation is all about what you DO, not what you KNOW. And at the same time, when you do it, you will understand what you are doing better. I’ve seen this happen with the students in that program. Knowing their own part is not enough. They want to know what all the other kids on stage will play because they might be called upon to take that tune to the next level with a riff that they cannot anticipate. All their preparation individually and as a group prepares them to create something novel at the drop of a hat.

I think being a disciple of Jesus is a lot like this kind of musical improvisation, and it is the way Jesus models for us what a life following him is like. Certainly no one expected him to get up in the middle of dinner and start washing their feet. But that is what he did, at the drop of a hat, out of the blue.

And he told them, “You do not know now what I am doing, but later you will understand.”

Surely there are lots of times in the Gospels that the ones closest to Jesus, the ones who know him best, don’t understand what he is teaching or what is going on right in front of them. Why does he flip tables in the Temple court? Why does he talk to thatSamaritan woman by the well?

What did he mean when he said all those things about being bread, a shepherd, a gate, or a vine?

Jesus confronts their lack of understanding on a daily basis, yet instead of getting frustrated he improvises a way to show them who he is and show them how to follow him. He does it by getting on his knees and washing their feet. Then he tells them to do for each other what he has done for them.

There is no other way to understand what it is to be a follower of Jesus that to do this. Just like there is no other way to learn a musical instrument other than to play it.

He washes their feet. He tells them to wash one another’s feet. He commands them to love one another. To wash another’s feet – indeed to let Jesus or one of his followers wash your feet – is an act of love. It is humble, tender, and vulnerable.

There is a lot that is symbolic in this foot washing. In this act, Jesus is acting out being a servant to his disciples – which is why Peter objects so vehemently – so the foot washing is a visible way to enact that servant leadership.

And Jesus washes their FEET, which can mean all kinds of things. In those days, when everyone walked everywhere in sandals, feet were dirty, calloused, and hard working every day. To clean another’s feet was the lowliest task and for the Lord to do it reversed all the expected roles of a Messiah.

And Jesus tells us that this reversal is how people will know we are his followers. He wants us to believe, certainly, but our belief is not how the world will know us.

“You do not know now what I am doing, but later you will understand.”

We might or might not “get” why he washed the disciples’ feet or told them to wash each others’ feet. It’s possible that we don’t understand why we are about to wash each others’ feet here tonight. That’s okay.

The world will know us by how we love one another. And we will show our love for one another in ways large and small that are like washing each others’ feet.

The love we show by washing each others’ feet is sort of like practicing for musical improvisation. We need to know the basics of how to play our instruments, as it were, our scripture and tradition. We should spend time in worship and fellowship with other believers.

And we should practice improvising acts of selfless love for one another. Because at any moment Jesus, our band director, might point at any one of us and say, “You! It’s your turn to improvise! It’s your turn to create an act of humble service at an unexpected place and time!”

To be ready for that time, we practice. We practice by washing each others feet so that we know what it feels like to be tender and caring for another and what it feels like to let them take care of us. We practice so we know what it takes for us to be vulnerable and reveal our calloused, ticklish feet that have carried us through this day, this week, this Lent, this lifetime.

None of us is born knowing how to love this way, we learn it. We learn it from Jesus and we learn it from each other. We practice loving each other as much as we can. At an unexpected time in an expected place you will have the chance to show that love in an unexpected way. At the time, you may not understand why, but it’s okay to understand later. For now, the most important thing is to love others as Jesus loved us. Amen.

Sermon preached at St. Mark’s Episcopal Church 7/2/23

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Matthew 10:40-42

Jesus said, “… whoever gives even a cup of cold water to these little ones in the name of a disciple—truly I tell you, none of these will lose their reward.”

Many years ago, I was working at El Buen Samaritano. This was so long ago that they were not located on their current beautiful campus just south of here – they were in a dilapidated building on South 1st street that could barely contain the clinic, food pantry, and other programs. Still we served a lot of people all over the county and sometimes instead of them coming to us, we went to them. 

Now, I was a grant writer, so most of my time I sat in an office in front of a computer. I’d craft descriptions of our work that could be boiled down to something like this:

El Buen Samaritano is a mission of the church that brings the love of God to people who need food, health care, and education. 

And there is no denying that is what we did – or at least what the amazing staff did. 

One day, however, I got to see my work, our work, from a very different angle. 

On that day, a member of our staff named Jorge invited me along to visit a client who lived all the way out near Elgin. He thought I’d benefit from seeing in person the kinds of people he met in his work. Jorge was what we called a “promotero” or Community Health Worker. A native of Mexico, Jorge could help immigrant families better understand the health and social systems here and he’d direct them to resources to address their needs. The families he visited lived in extreme poverty. 

So we drove out to what Jorge called “the medium of the nothing” which was his rough translation of “the middle of nowhere.” On a wooded lot with a deteriorating mobile home, an elderly couple greeted us with big smiles and invited us into their home. They conducted a conversation in Spanish about what was going on in the family and what help they needed. I listened and looked around. This couple had worked hard for years as agricultural laborers in Florida and Texas. 

When it was time to leave, the couple walked us out to Jorge’s car and then the woman told us to wait and she smiled at me. She rushed back into the house and came out with a dozen eggs from the chickens she was raising. She insisted that I take them. It was humbling. A woman with almost nothing gave me what in my suburban neighborhood would be considered a gourmet treat. 

Jesus tells his disciples 

“whoever gives even a cup of cold water to these little ones in the name of a disciple – truly I tell you, none of these will lose their reward” 

I think maybe those eggs were like a cup of cold water. After all, Jorge and I were out there in the medium of the nothing on an errand of Good News and when that elderly couple welcomed us it was as if they were welcoming Christ himself. 

But the flip side of the story could also be true – That couple was offering us Good News. They were on an errand for Christ as well. 

It is common and not a mistake to hear the words of Jesus to his disciples as words to us, his followers today. Like them, we are called to share the Good News, to minister to the vulnerable.  But sometimes I think we forget their context and how different it is from ours. 

Jesus’ original disciples were a small group of people spreading a new message to people who had never heard it before. These first disciples, and a short time later the early church, were a small minority group with no power who faced lots of skepticism, to say the least. In those days, Christians were the “little ones” and they were asked to identify themselves with the other “little ones” of the world. 

Today, most people in the world have heard of Christianity. In our country Christianity is the majority religion. Not only that, but in a global and historical context, many Christians in America have access to power and resources – we don’t usually think of ourselves as the “little ones.” And when we go out to share the Good News, it is very likely to people who have already heard it. 

And that brings about an intriguing possibility: what if the people to whom we minister are also ministering to us? We might go out into the world hoping people will welcome us and our message- what if they are hoping we will welcome them? 

The vulnerable can be missionaries, too.

Have you even been on the receiving end of welcome from an unexpected source? Has someone you thought of as a “little one” been the bearer of Good News?

What scripture and our own experience tells us again and again is that we welcome and encounter God when we encounter the other. Our acts of comfort and kindness touch the heart of God and can transform our lives. Likewise, when others welcome us there is also an encounter with God. 

There is reciprocity in welcome. Each time you encounter another person with welcome you have the opportunity to gain insight, to learn a new story of faith, to experience a new way to encounter the Holy. We approach each other through God. God reaches us through one another. 

What if we erase the distinction between those we think of as objects of our charity and evangelism and those who have something to give and to share? What if the “little ones” to whom we go have a saving message for the sake of OUR faith? 

It is possible that when you give a bottle of water or a dollar bill to a beggar on the side of the street that you are, in a way, offering a cup of cold water to Christ. The person to whom you are offering the Love of God might also be offering love to you – and from a perceptive very different from yours. 

One of the humbling and glorious lessons we can learn from receiving the Good News from unexpected places is this: Like the original disciples, all any of us really have to share is the Love of God. Doing that requires an act of trust. 

When you have no money, no health insurance, and your physical safety is threatened, then welcoming a stranger with trust is an astounding gift. It is humbling to be received in that way. That is the way I felt when a destitute elderly woman gave me eggs from her chickens. 

Like the early disciples she was a “little one.” And although she was welcoming me into her home for my mission, she was also on her own mission to share the love of God. My faith was strengthened because of her hospitality and my vision of God grew larger. 

“Whoever welcomes you welcomes me, and whoever welcomes me welcomes the one who sent me.”

As you go out into the world to share the love of God, be open to receiving it as well. Especially from those who have nothing but love to give you. 

AMEN.

“Peter was still speaking when a cloud overshadowed them. As they entered the cloud, they were overcome with awe.” Luke 9:34

On Sunday, many observed the Feast of the Transfiguration, when we remember three disciples seeing Jesus’ appearance change before their eyes – and then saw Moses and Elijah talking to him. It is a spectacular, attention-grabbing vision. 

But I confess, when I consider that event this year, I am more focused on the cloud that enveloped them next. Perhaps it’s because of the summer we’re experiencing. Sometimes we don’t like clouds because they block the sun and bring rain – other times we long for them because they block the sun and bring rain.

Clouds are fascinating. If you’ve ever been in a cloud – or a thick fog, which is just a low hanging cloud – you know they have a strange quality. You can see and feel them, and yet not really. They seem solid and transparent at the same time. They block your views of distant things, but tend to really focus your attention on what is nearby. 

Clouds float between earth and sky, connecting the two. They are halfway between water and air. 

Clouds happen when water seems to defy gravity! I looked it up – the average cloud weighs about the same as a passenger airplane. Water on the earth’s surface warms up and evaporates as vapor, as it travels the tiny particles cool and condense into a cloud that we can see. And then, the water from the cloud can come back to us as rain or snow. 

The life cycle of a cloud is a visual way to think about communication between God and humankind. Think about us here on earth with all of our joys and sorrows, longings and fears, gatherings and scatterings rising up to God. And think about God raining steadfast love and guidance to us. 

Our relationship with God exists in a way that is like a cloud – it touches us and you can see its effects – but at the same time it is nebulous and hard to put your finger on. 

Clouds keep things livable on earth. They help water move around the planet to places that might not otherwise get it. They help us see and prepare for changes in weather patterns, protecting us from danger. 

And our relationship with God is like that, too. The cloud of our communication with our Creator helps love move to places and people that might not otherwise experience it. God helps us see and prepare for the repercussions of the storms we create with our choices and behaviors. God protects us with revelations. 

This cloud that surrounds Jesus, Peter, John, and James is not the first holy cloud. There are other key times in the history of God’s people when clouds make important appearances. 
A cloud guided the Israelites through the wilderness after they escaped slavery in Egypt.
A cloud surrounded Mount Sinai when Moses received the Ten Commandments.
After the Flood, God placed a bow in a cloud as a sign of the covenant between God and the earth.
People of faith talk about the encouragement we get from a “cloud of witnesses.” It is a cloud of the faithful who have preceded us and whose example surrounds us like droplets in a fog. example and love.

And in this moment, Jesus and three of his disciples are enveloped in a cloud at a particularly holy moment. This cloud doesn’t just surround them, it speaks to them, “This is my Son, my Chosen; Listen to him!”

What an intense experience of God! 

In this moment, the three followers of Jesus are reminded of the connection between Jesus and the Covenant that had bound God and Israel. Not only in the person of Moses who articulated that covenant to their ancestors, but also with Elijah who held generations accountable to that Covenant. 

And not only to Moses and Elijah, but now to Jesus, as well.

And as if it were not enough to see what they see, they are then enclosed in a cloud. Like the clouds that guided and protected their ancestors. 

This moment is not isolated – it is part of the continuing story of God’s relationship with us, amplified in Jesus Christ. The ancestors, the cloud – it is all reminiscent of things these disciples celebrated all year long every year in festivals and holy days, at the Temple and in their homes. This is not an isolated strange event on a mountain. Jesus is part of the long story of salvation and will carry that story forward. 

God meets us in clouds, even today. I think about that when I see steam rising from a puddle in the summer heat. Or as a low cloud forms when the warm water of Lake Austin touches cooler air in winter. 

Sometimes we get to see the way earth and water mingle with air and spirit and it reminds us that God is ever near, that God is infusing our lives and our world with love all the time. 

When we see these images of clouds — low and high, shading us or raining on us — it’s a reminder of the other times God has communicated with us and reminded us that we are connected.

It is in a cloud that Peter and James and John got the clearest vision of who Jesus is. All the other stimuli around them – the sky, the mountain – all of it was obscured from view and all they saw was Jesus. All they heard was God’s voice. 

We are often in clouds – 

Clouds of worry and confusion

Clouds that keep us from seeing as far ahead as we’d like

Goodness – our whole lives are saved and retrieved in information clouds!

When you are in a cloud consider that God may be meeting you there. Consider that the cloud you are in may not be cutting you off from life, but rather connecting you to the Source of Life. Eventually, like the disciples, you will come out of the cloud, but what you encounter there can stay with you and transfigure your life.