Be Transformed (August 15 - 21)

Be Transformed (August 15 - 21)

Sunday, August 21, 2011
Twenty-first Sunday in Ordinary Time

Weekly Theme
Be Transformed

Weekly Prayer
God of Miriam and Moses, you are our help from age to age. Accept our worship, our living sacrifice, and transform us by your Spirit, that, being many members of one true body, we may dare to pray together in the name of Christ the Lord. Amen.

Weekly Reading
Exodus 1:8-2:10

Now a new king arose over Egypt, who did not know Joseph. He said to his people, "Look, the Israelite people are more numerous and more powerful than we. Come, let us deal shrewdly with them, or they will increase and, in the event of war, join our enemies and fight against us and escape from the land." Therefore they set taskmasters over them to oppress them with forced labor. They built supply cities, Pithom and Rameses, for Pharaoh. But the more they were oppressed, the more they multiplied and spread, so that the Egyptians came to dread the Israelites. The Egyptians became ruthless in imposing tasks on the Israelites, and made their lives bitter with hard service in mortar and brick and in every kind of field labor. They were ruthless in all the tasks that they imposed on them.

The king of Egypt said to the Hebrew midwives, one of whom was named Shiphrah and the other Puah, "When you act as midwives to the Hebrew women, and see them on the birthstool, if it is a boy, kill him; but if it is a girl, she shall live." But the midwives feared God; they did not do as the king of Egypt commanded them, but they let the boys live. So the king of Egypt summoned the midwives and said to them, "Why have you done this, and allowed the boys to live?" The midwives said to Pharaoh, "Because the Hebrew women are not like the Egyptian women; for they are vigorous and give birth before the midwife comes to them." So God dealt well with the midwives; and the people multiplied and became very strong. And because the midwives feared God, he gave them families. Then Pharaoh commanded all his people, "Every boy that is born to the Hebrews you shall throw into the Nile, but you shall let every girl live."

Now a man from the house of Levi went and married a Levite woman. The woman conceived and bore a son; and when she saw that he was a fine baby, she hid him for three months. When she could hide him no longer she got a papyrus basket for him, and plastered it with bitumen and pitch; she put the child in it and placed it among the reeds on the bank of the river. His sister stood at a distance, to see what would happen to him.

The daughter of Pharaoh came down to bathe at the river, while her attendants walked beside the river. She saw the basket among the reeds and sent her maid to bring it. When she opened it, she saw the child. He was crying, and she took pity on him. "This must be one of the Hebrews' children," she said. Then his sister said to Pharaoh's daughter, "Shall I go and get you a nurse from the Hebrew women to nurse the child for you?" Pharaoh's daughter said to her, "Yes." So the girl went and called the child's mother. Pharaoh's daughter said to her, "Take this child and nurse it for me, and I will give you your wages." So the woman took the child and nursed it. When the child grew up, she brought him to Pharaoh's daughter, and she took him as her son. She named him Moses, "because," she said, "I drew him out of the water."

All readings for the Week
Exodus 1:8-2:10 with Psalm 124 or
Isaiah 51:1-6 with Psalm 138
Romans 12:1-8
Matthew 16:13-2

Focus Questions

  1. Where do you find God in the worst of times?
  2. Who are "small" people who do big things that transform situations?
  3. How do you think God works in difficult situations?
  4. How would you describe the role of water in this story, and in the life of faith?
  5. Who might be "Pharaoh's daughter" today?


Reflection
by Kate Huey

The story is so familiar that most of our church members could narrate it from their pews. As children, many of us colored in pictures of the Egyptian princess taking the little baby Moses out of the water, there on the bank of the River Nile, while his sister (Miriam, we assumed) stood by, watching. Even without deep reflection on the powers-that-be looming in the background of the pictures in our workbooks, we had a sense that the day had been saved and the sweet little baby would grow up a prince--a happy ending to a scary episode! And yet this story is anything but an ending: it puts into motion the Exodus narrative, with God, behind the scenes and more powerful than the powers-that-be, taking first steps in response to the suffering of the people whose ancestors, Abraham and Sarah, so far away and so long ago, had been promised abundant blessings and a land of their own.

After the relief of Joseph taking in (and forgiving) his family, bringing them to Egypt for food and safety, the story takes a hard and heart-breaking turn. The narrator uses awful words like "dread," "ruthless," and "bitter" in setting the scene, where the promise God made to Abraham seems to have faded away. Yes, the people are multiplying, more numerous than the stars, but that's the problem--like many who sit on thrones, Pharaoh feels threatened, in this case by the robust numbers of the Hebrew people who had been living as welcome resident aliens in his land. Even when Pharaoh puts the Hebrew people in slavery, they continue to multiply to the point that they can rightly be called a "nation." In fact, Scott Hoezee observes that "Exodus 1:9 is the first time in all Scripture where the Hebrew word 'am, or 'nation,' has been used in connection with the descendants of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob!" The power of that blessing given to Abraham, Walter Brueggemann says, "is received in deep jeopardy, for there is always some regime that wants to nullify it." Pharaoh's regime turns on the Hebrew people when it "deals" with their vitality as a problem rather than a gift. Brueggemann observes "here no romanticism about a world that is 'user friendly' or 'getting better.'"

Later, when Moses is grown, we'll hear about the cry of the people to God for deliverance, but in this story, God acts even before being called upon, illustrating, James Newsome writes, a "strange and paradoxical grace of God...that is responsive, in different ways, to both human sin and human faithfulness." While the people are suffering, God isn't standing by, unmoved. In fact, "We are given a hint," Hank Langknecht writes, "that God's eye is on the situation...."  The Hebrew people just keep multiplying and multiplying. When Pharaoh responds with more violence and repression, God then moves.

God's intervention into the crisis, however, comes not in dramatic, sweeping events, but in small ones, the birth of a little baby, the cleverness of midwives, and a tiny basket-boat floating on the water. Even the people who are central to this story are among "the little ones" in society, in this case, the women. The midwives evade the order of Pharaoh out of compassion (and a fear of God, an interesting way to describe it), the mother hides her baby and then entrusts him to God in a carefully prepared little boat, a big sister watches over her baby brother as he floats along, and a foreign (pagan) princess has mercy on a child she surely recognizes as a Hebrew baby, condemned to death by her own father and the very power structure that shelters and nurtures her. Only two of these women are named (even this is unusual in Scripture, where women tend to be nameless), but all of them face danger, all of them take risks, and all of them work around and beneath those who hold much more power than they do, at least in the eyes of the world. Because of these "small ones," Moses, the future great leader of the people of Israel who will lead them to freedom, grows up under the roof of Pharaoh himself.

Needless to say, there's a fair measure of irony in this story, not only in Moses' fate (ending up in the house of the ruler who had ordered his death) but in the way he reached it: the river was the very place the Hebrew baby boys were supposed to die, but the waters carried him to safety. That's even how he got his name, the narrator tells us, because the princess "drew him from the water," although many scholars observe that his name came from an Egyptian word for "son." Hoezee writes that "Moses is rescued from the waters of death, which to him become the waters of life, thus setting up what will become (in Exodus as well as throughout the rest of Scripture) the baptismal movement of salvation emerging from the chaotic waters of death."

While several commentaries highlight the courage of the women in this story, they share a concern for the question of God's presence and actions in times of suffering and need. Where is God in this story? Clearly, God is at work through those "little" people, working around the edges and under the heel of power that has gone bad. Scholar after scholar insists that it's God's compassion, God's faithfulness, God's tender care that are extended by the compassion, faithfulness and care of the courageous women, including, mysteriously, the pagan princess. The psalm reading of the day, Psalm 124, asserts that it's God who saves and protects us, otherwise, it says, "the flood would have swept us away, the torrent would have gone over us" (v. 4).

Life drawn up from the waters

However, we read these passages about life being drawn up from the waters of death, about God protecting us from the flood and the torrent, as we approach the sixth anniversary of the tragedy of Hurricane Katrina. At one time or another, we know what it feels like to feel overwhelmed by life, so it's understandable that we (in more ordinary times) would make the connection between our struggles for stability and peace, and the feeling of being overcome by floodwaters, engulfed by a torrent that threatens to carry us away. However, I read these texts, and ask those same questions about God, not only on the brink of the anniversary of Katrina, but after actually visiting New Orleans, and spending time in the company of one who survived the floodwaters engulfing her home. The Exodus passage, and the psalm, don't sound exactly the same any more, and the nice little story with a happy ending (that is just the beginning of a great and wonderful story of deliverance) provokes me to further reflection on where God is, and where we are, when tragedy strikes.

They told us that the New Orleans' Lower Ninth Ward looks much better than it did, but we still couldn't take in the enormity of the destruction and suffering endured by that great city. Street after street, block after block, mile after mile, we saw empty lots, concrete steps leading nowhere, and most heartbreakingly, the marks on the houses that remain, reporting the results of searchers looking for survivors, or victims. That night, we walked slowly up the streets of the French Quarter, hearing the music that still plays there. Walter Brueggemann has written an elegant sermon that traces the origins of jazz to its "natural habitat" in "the barrio," among "those who go for broke every time because there is so little to lose, so much to hear and say, so much to hope...." His words are profoundly meaningful for us as we struggle with these passages, looking up from our text to recall the news reports of slow, slow, slow progress in bringing people home, in keeping promises that had been broken, in rebuilding lives and in recovering trust. Brueggemann says that we can actually "go back past New Orleans...to the very bottom of the story of jazz. It is told in Exodus 1, told in the midst of a Pharaoh whose name we cannot remember, because if you have seen one Pharaoh, you have seen them all. This nameless 'Lord of Egypt' who tries to stop the music...." The courageous women are at the heart of the story, he says: "Because of their singing the Hebrew barrio became a future-infested place from which has arisen all the later daring dances of freedom, a dance of defiance and gratitude and hope" (His sermon is "Variations from the Barrio" in Inscribing the Text).

Right to question

Brueggemann is right, of course, because we know the rest of the story, or at least the next part, where Moses lives to lead his people to the edge of the Promised Land. Right now, however, the people of New Orleans, and those who care about them, still struggle to rebuild homes and lives, and one can't question their right to question. And that is why I hear the voice of Debra Joseph, member of Beecher Memorial United Church of Christ in New Orleans and a survivor of Katrina, as I sit with this story about God's hidden but powerful hand at work, and the courageous women (and men) God uses to accomplish God's purposes.

Debra can tell you, step by step, hour by hour, the story of those terrible days and months, from the time she brought her mother home from the nursing facility for a visit when it seemed the storm wouldn't hit New Orleans, to the much later days of return to her now-restored house. Her tone is measured and calm as she describes the water that suddenly poured down her street and inched up her porch, up through her floor. One can't help feeling panic at the challenge of evacuating an elderly mother in a wheelchair out through rising waters, negotiating one difficulty after another, worrying about a brother a few doors away, witnessing the terror of a mother trying to get rescuers to her children, waiting on an empty interstate for an ambulance: "Everything was water," Debra says, and some people were trying to walk through waters up to their necks. She saw a man in a boat chopping holes in roofs so people could get out of their attics. Sleeping in the Superdome, without water or lights or basic necessities, or waiting for transportation to Houston, or sleeping in the hospital room with her mother once they reached safety, searching for her brother, returning to her home repeatedly, buying clothes after leaving her home with nothing, finding her brother at last, taking up residence for two years in a FEMA trailer...the story sounds familiar only because we are dimly aware from news reports that it happened over and over again, to so many people. Debra had to bring her mother home this time, not for a visit so her children could pamper her, but for burial, after her mother died in Houston, far away from her own home.

God in our lives

When Debra told me this story in her measured voice, I asked her about God. She responded, "God has always been in control of my life," and she was grateful that her mother was saved, that the boat didn't topple, that people opened their hearts and doors to them. She was grateful to find electricity hooked up to her property so she would have power in the trailer she lived in for two years. "God was in charge," she said, and she feels "so blessed" for "the people God sent" into her life. She knows she has lost so much, after sorting through what could be salvaged, and letting go of what needed to go. It's hard to lose things, even treasured things, "but what God has in store at the end of my journey will be better than I had before. I hold onto that thought so the great loss will not take over my life. This keeps me grounded, so I can give it all to God, stand firm, be patient, and let God do what God wants to do with and through me." When I asked this courageous woman what helped her be so brave, she said, "Survival. I wanted to live."

In every generation, there is a struggle for some to survive, and a struggle for others to refuse to live comfortably while sisters and brothers are engulfed by the storms of life. But there is more to it, because the story pushes us farther, opens our eyes wider, prods us to use our heads, to open our hearts, to accept God's call to "let God do what God wants to do with and through" us. In this Exodus passage, God intervened through the actions of bold midwives refusing to be party to genocide, through the actions of a desperate mother and vigilant sister, through the compassion of a stranger. God not only answered the prayer of their hearts, but the prayer of a new nation counting on the promises that had been handed down to them.

Knowing more, then doing more

To make our way out of our comfort zones, we will take a rough ride. Perhaps we will worry about steadying our own small boats on such a turbulent sea, if we question policies and practices that bring suffering on our sisters and brothers, especially as they so often do, on those, as Brueggemann says, who have "so little to lose, so much to hear and say, so much to hope...." The United Church of Christ has published a booklet of stories, Letters from My Sisters, from courageous women who came through the storm of Katrina, and it includes an important and illuminating letter from John Pecoul, "Beyond Katrina: A Call for United Church of Christ Awareness And Action." Pecoul challenges us to do more than listen to the stories about Katrina; he says that we need to learn more about "the complex story of public policy and private business decisions over the previous century that set the stage for the disaster that occurred." Even while we minister to human suffering and work to rebuild the city, we have to take a hard look at all of "Katrina's Enablers," and once we "know more," we must "do more" to advocate for justice, for safety, and for wisdom and compassion to guide our public policy rather than expediency and greed.

We claim to be a people of faith, a people of promise. We know that God loves and watches over every one of us. Such claims require faith, the kind of faith we find in Psalm 124, where, Brueggemann writes, "The power sustaining heaven and earth is mobilized on behalf of us in our particular crisis." We live in danger today, and we're acutely aware from the evening news how fragile our lives are. It was that way for Israel, too, but they have survived by faith. Listening to Debra Joseph speak of her faith recalls the psalm, and illustrates what Brueggemannís claim about our lives: "Faith," he writes, "is the capacity to read, discern, and live that life under threat, always in solidarity with God. The psalm is the voice of trust, confident about a counterlife with God, beyond threat, utterly liberated and confident."

For Further Reflection

Evan Drake Howard, 21st century
We don't always feel God's presence, just as we don't feel the sun on a rainy day. But the presence never grows dim, and the confidence that it is there and will shine again keeps us hopeful.

e.e. cummings, 20th century
Bon Dieu! may I some day do something truly great. amen.

Horace Greeley, 19th century
It is impossible to mentally or socially enslave a Bible-reading people.  

Francis Xavier, 16th century
Be great in little things.

Norman Thomas, 20th century
I am not a champion of lost causes, but of causes not yet won.



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