Sermon Seeds: Solidarity
Twelfth Sunday in Ordinary Time Year A
Third Sunday after Pentecost (Proper 7)
Genesis 21:8-21 with Psalm 86:1-10, 16-17 or
Jeremiah 20:7-13 with Psalm 69:7-10, (11-15), 16-18
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Sermon on Genesis 21:8-21 by Laurinda Hafner
by Kathryn Matthews
We have a golden opportunity this week to spend a little time–in the beautiful days of summer (at least here, in the Northern Hemisphere)–meditating on the secret lives of small birds and vulnerable creatures. The words of Jesus, reassuring his disciples of how precious they are, call to mind the earlier passage in Matthew’s Gospel, when he told them to “look at the birds of the air; they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?” (6:26).
Here, in one of the Bible’s many “do not be afraid” passages, we hear that God takes note of every sparrow that falls to the ground, a most ordinary occurrence, and yet one of significance to the Creator of the entire universe. And we also hear, amazingly, that we are of inexpressibly even more importance and value to God.
What do we need to earn?
While I’ve always loved these beautiful words, in both “sparrow passages,” I have more time to think about them in greater depth since I retired–and now, in self-isolation because of the pandemic. I’ve noted to my friends and family that I felt like I was under pressure ever since that first day I walked into Sister Perpetua’s first-grade classroom back in September 1956, so it’s taken time to make the adjustment to a life without grades, evaluations or deadlines hanging over my head.
It occurs to me how much getting good grades or job performance reviews worried me and made me think I had to earn…what? God’s love? God’s care? Safety? Abundance? Sufficiency? Or does it have something to do with earning one’s value in God’s eyes, proving one’s worth by what one does, and how well one does it? Is doing all that matters, and being, not so much?
Being, not just doing
When we stop “doing,” and focus on “being,” are we no longer productive in any way that matters? Perhaps not, in the eyes of the world, at least, which dares to measure our “net worth” in dollars, not wisdom or kindness or gentleness. On the other hand, how would we ever “measure” those qualities, and in what quantities?
Here the poetry of Mary Oliver is most helpful, and a good way to begin the day, or a whole new stage in life. The work of poets like her is to feed the spirit of those who read their words and hear another version of “Consider the birds…consider the lilies….”
Are we what we do?
We are certainly bombarded every day with messages that equate productivity with what we do and what we physically make, even if that product is money and that money consists of numbers on a screen. Sometimes it seems like we only “count” if what we do or produce can be counted. And yet, it’s only fair to note that our work is productive in many ways that are good even if they are intangible.
For example, I think of the students in my son’s fourth-grade class who have begun the summer with a deeper love of reading, because their teacher spent time reading with them the stories they grew to love. Someday, maybe even this summer, that work–a labor of love–may produce hours of “just being” for those young people, who may spend some of their free time simply enjoying the breeze, the sky, the green grass and the sounds of sparrows overhead as they read.
Nevertheless, I also hear strong suggestions that our value is tied to our productivity, for example, in the debates over immigration, when we are, reasonably, urged to acknowledge the contributions to our economy that are made by immigrants. Yes, that’s true, but aren’t human beings of inexpressible value (as Jesus says) not because of their potential economic impact but simply because they are precious children of God?
How do we decide who matters, and how much?
Are our elders still of value to us? Consider the immeasurable import of this question in the midst of the Covid-19 pandemic: we’ve heard many arguments (not just debates or discussions, but arguments) about the economic impact of protecting the most vulnerable members of our society, those who are elderly or frail, those with special needs and health conditions.
What about people with serious disabilities who may need the support of the wider community simply to live, to be? I have a grandchild with special needs who has been greatly impacted by the social isolation of these past months, without the support systems that make her life more enjoyable and are helpful to her parents. There are often votes by powerful people who decide that the rich need lower taxes even as funds for schools and services for children with special needs are cut.
How does a body of lawmakers, or the community in general, decide the value of a meaningful life for these members of our society? The needs and rights of all children, of course, come to mind, not only in feeding and housing them and keeping them safe, but in providing good schools and any additional resources they need not just to live but to thrive.
Do sparrows really matter?
In recent years, protections for the environment and the creatures who live in it (and have no voice in what happens to them) have been rolled back or eliminated. The United States left the Paris Climate Agreement, leaving us to wonder whether the powers that be are cooperating with any international efforts to deal with climate change.
So another path for reflection on this text may be the value of all creation, and our solidarity with it, not only the sparrows but the great creatures of the sea, and old-growth trees that are irresponsibly felled, the rivers and lakes that lose funding for their cleaning (not to mention the pipes that carry poisoned water to homes), the magnificent animals in Africa and elsewhere that are hunted for sport and the tiny little “insignficant” species that are becoming extinct every day in our rain forests–and the rain forests themselves, the lungs of the earth…surely all of this does not happen without God taking note, and caring more than we can understand or evidently respect?
God watches over us
There, I find myself thinking such heavy thoughts again, but I also try to spend time every single day outside, in my yard, tending to flowers and feeding the birds and then sitting for a time, not reviewing my to-do list but listening to the birds sing and watching them swoop around their feeder, and especially watching them simply perch for a while, as if they are listening and watching, too, and just, for a while, being.
It makes me wonder if they know things I cannot, not yet. I’m reminded of that haunting song, “His Eye is on the Sparrow,” and I am in no hurry to go back inside, to my chores. I sense that God is watching over me.
Additional Reflection on Matthew 10:24-39:
by Kathryn Matthews
It’s really too much for one sermon, isn’t it? This long passage brings together a number of sayings of Jesus to create a set of instructions for “the twelve,” his apostles, the ones we’re familiar with (Peter, James, John) and the ones we don’t know very well (Bartholomew, Thaddaeus, Simon the Canaanite), before he sends them out on a mission that is not without its risks.
Matthew writes for a community that claims a relationship, a kinship, with these apostles, who gave up everything to follow Jesus. This little community of early Christians listens for how God is sending them in their own turn, a generation or so later, and they’re undoubtedly wrestling with how much they may have to give up, too, and what the risks are that they will run.
Weighing the cost of discipleship
Perhaps they’ve already paid a price for being disciples of this Jesus, especially if their family ties have been strained or broken by their new faith commitment. Family ties were even more important in that time and culture than they are today, if we can imagine such a thing.
And broken relationships meant more than hard feelings and spoiled family functions and fights over inheritances: they could be a matter of life and death in a culture where family identity and connections protected you from the many dangers in life.
On a “secret” mission
Matthew makes Jesus sound as if he’s sending his apostles out on a secret, dangerous mission. “Indeed,” Holly Hearon writes, “the references to words told in secret, bodies killed, and oaths of loyalty sound like they belong in an espionage film.”
But Hearon ties such ominous talk to the apocalyptic hopes of the beleaguered communities, living under the thumb of the Roman Empire (or any empire that crushes the “little ones”), who yearn for, and count on, a day of vindication. Of course, the day of vindication promised by Jesus in these verses has to do with the truth, with light, with full knowledge and openness, not with military conquest or rule (New Proclamation Year A 2008).
Leaving family and friends behind
In the meantime, following Jesus was a costly thing to do in that time and place, a world broken and pressing down upon them, a world desperately in need of good news. It was costly, yes, and risky, too, as David Bartlett notes: “Matthew’s Gospel was written in part to encourage synagogue members to risk separation from family and friends in order to follow Jesus. Christianity was not just counter-cultural; it was dangerous” (New Proclamation Commentary on the Gospels).
We accept the idea that there were early Christian martyrs who gave up their lives–literally, dramatically, violently–for the gospel. But there were also those lesser-known Christians, the everyday, ordinary ones like most of us, who suffered loss of family, place, security, “respectability,” because they embraced a faith that challenged social structures, including even the stability of the family itself.
We often hear about “family values” in our own culture, and family is of course a good thing. Most of us would agree with Richard Swanson that family is “what must be honored for the world to hold together…there is a dance done by parents and children that acts out the stable and orderly love of God so that people grow up knowing in their DNA that God is good and loving. This holds the world together” (Provoking the Gospel of Matthew).
Even more then than now, family also provided security and safety because people knew that they had to stick together and face every challenge as a “household,” not as vulnerable individuals.
Finding a new family with God as its head
It’s understandable that the fragility of life reinforced the value put upon family ties, and fraying those ties endangered not just the individual but the strength of the whole group. If you were an early Christian and found yourself expelled from your family, however, you would have also found yourself with a new family, with the loyalty and support of that new family surrounding you, and God at the head of your new household.
Jesus knows how frightening all of this would be, and so does Matthew, so these words of the Gospel reassure those early disciples, repeatedly, not to be afraid.
Jesus taught another way
Marcus Borg adds another layer to the “conventional wisdom” of security and identity that family provided in that culture. Yes, the Bible and the tradition of the community may reinforce and “justify the means” we use to establish and maintain our security, but, he says, “Jesus taught another way.” The counter-cultural teaching of Jesus challenged those “primary allegiances cultivated by conventional wisdom” that protect us and make us less anxious.
Is it any wonder that the Bible keeps telling us not to be afraid? Anxiety sinks us deep into the “the quest for security,” Borg says, and, lamentably, “anxiety, self-concern, and blindness go together” (Jesus: A New Vision).
This would be an interesting question to explore: what does this teaching of Jesus say about the canonization of the family that “good Christians” consider a core value of their faith? It’s not a comfortable question!
The most heart-connected part of life
Fred Craddock offers a slightly different take on this passage in Preaching through the Christian Year A, observing that “Jesus gave his call for loyalty over against the strongest, not the weakest, claim a person otherwise knew, the claim of family love. Jesus never offered himself as an alternative to the worst but to the best in society.”
Perhaps Jesus wanted to touch on the most basic, most heart-connected part of human life, and then to teach us that even deeper, even more important, even more powerful than that, are the love of God and the demands of faith.
Conflict will arise
Charles Cousar, however, does not seem to think that Jesus put the family up on a pedestal or intended to “provide an unequivocal reinforcement of family cohesiveness.” On the contrary, “Jesus calls into question an idolatry of the family and warns that the gospel may divide rather than unite the home.”
In this showdown, the good news of the gospel sounds a bit like bad news, because “there is no encounter between the new order and the old that will not at some level be fraught with conflict, division, and pain” (Texts for Preaching Year A).
As usual, Jesus’ word makes us uncomfortable, just like the faithful, religious people long ago who were offended by so much of what he said and did. Might we have more in common with them than we’d like to think?
No easy passage in any translation
So how do we make sense of this somewhat troubling passage? Barbara Brown Taylor calls it a “burr from Matthew’s Gospel…one of those passages I wish he had never written down.”
However, she wrestles with the text and comes out with an elegant understanding of its claim on us: “I am a daughter,” she writes, “a wife, a sister, an aunt, and each of those identities has shaped my life, but none of them contains me. I am Barbara. I am Christian. I am a child of God. That is my true identity, and all the others grow out of it.” Taylor draws a sharp distinction between our identity as a child of God, and any role we may have in life.
The consequences of our identity
But claiming that identity, and living faithfully into it, can have consequences in a world of empire and fear, in the first century and the twenty-first as well. As much as we all long for family, in whatever shape or form that takes (one thinks of “families of choice,” especially in the LGBT community, where so many have been rejected by the families they were born into), Taylor says that we are nevertheless called by Jesus–even required–to “love him above all other loves,” no matter what that costs us, including our family.
Still, we are assured that “we are not to fear, because buried in the demand is a promise: that what we lose for his sake we shall find again, returned to us more alive than ever before.” (Taylor’s sermon is called “Learning to Hate Your Family,” in God in Pain: Teaching Sermons on Suffering.)
Domesticating the gospel
By the way, Taylor is even more thought-provoking in her sermon on Luke’s version (12:51) of this message from Jesus, about families being broken apart, and swords cutting our world in two. It’s hard for us to connect this unpleasantness to being “good Christians,” and we certainly don’t want our lives, and the world we inhabit most of the week, to be too upset by the things we hear on Sunday morning or read each evening before we go to sleep, if we’re in the habit of ending our day with the Bible.
Reading her sermon reminds me of that phrase, “domesticating the gospel,” which seems like another way of saying that we can too easily conflate the good news with good citizenship, good behavior or maybe simply not causing trouble, or just following orders…it’s not too hard to see where this can lead. As Taylor says, “Sure, it is the gospel, but there is no reason to get all upset about it….to go make a spectacle of yourself….”
Perhaps the part about a sword is the most difficult part, but Taylor helps again: “The gospel is not a table knife but a sword. It can set free and it can divide. The gospel is not pablum. It is powerful stuff, powerful enough to challenge the most sacred human ties, but as frightening as it is, it is not finally to be feared…” (This sermon, “Family Values,” is in Gospel Medicine).
It all matters to God
I’m also reminded of the 1990 film, “The Long Walk Home,” about the 1955 Montgomery, Alabama, Bus Boycott and the struggles, even sharp divisions, within families, churches, and communities when some people were willing to go all the way for the sake of what was right and just, and others were not.
Not just unwilling, but unable to see the difference–and yet still able to think of themselves as “good Christians” in either case. Nevertheless, God hears what we say, sees what we do, and knows what’s in our hearts–and God cares about it all. It all matters to God.
What sort of Christians?
And so it comes down to what sort of Christians we’re going to be. Thomas G. Long challenges us on exactly that question, for “the gospel shakes up values, rearranges priorities, reorients goals. The gospel is not a salve; it is a sword that pares away all that is not aligned to the kingdom (Matt. 10:34), and this often causes strain and strife in family relationships” (Matthew, Westminster Bible Companion).
Who wouldn’t want to avoid strain and strife and swords? No wonder that we try to keep our faith “private,” even when confronted with injustice and suffering, but David Holwerda claims boldly that “being silent lacks compassion for the crowds and constitutes a denial of Jesus” (The Lectionary Commentary on the Gospels).
A substantial gospel
Most of us will not face martyrdom in any dramatic way, but we still may have to make a hard choice in deciding to claim the name of Christian. Richard Swanson brings all of this together: “Just for the moment, imagine that the Bible is more substantial and interesting than a greeting card. Imagine that biblical stories are more challenging than uplifting, that they give life by provoking their audiences out of their dogmatic slumbers…” This passage, he claims, means much more than simply, “Love God a lot” (Provoking the Gospel of Matthew). (As I said, this is a troubling passage!)
There’s a tension, understandably, between wanting to offer the comfort of God’s good news, God’s promises, and responding to the call to proclaim the difficult challenges of the gospel, especially when they will “cost” us something. For example, we’re now seeing a growing number of people willing to stand up and speak out on the subject of racial justice, even if it costs them friends, family, perhaps even their safety and their lives.
Discipleship that makes a difference in our lives
Let’s consider, then, how this passage sounds, here, in the beginning of the 21st century, under conditions far different from those Matthew experienced as he provided instructions from Jesus to his disciples: do they sound as if they don’t apply to you and your congregation, to all of us here in the church, when our nation is perceived as “mostly” Christian, or Christian in some cultural, but not too specific or uncomfortable ways?
Did the martyrs and heroes of the early church have a different call from ours? Does discipleship have to be costly? How has it been costly for you, and for your congregation, and for the “heroes” in your own life?
Thomas Long notes that the expression, “the cross,” appears here for the first time in Matthew (Matthew, Westminster Bible Companion). What do we Christians mean by that phrase today? In what ways have the people of your church experienced “the cross”?
Division brings dissension
Much of the dissension and division and even persecution experienced by Christians today, including within families (“man against father, daughter against mother”), is actually from other Christians who do not agree. How do we most faithfully respond to that situation? What is your greatest loyalty?
In the first century, the family had primary importance, so the words of Jesus lift the call to love him above the greatest good, not the lowest good. That’s how it is with “great” discipleship. In what ways has the call to follow Jesus changed (or not changed) the decision-making in your personal life? In the life of your church?
What things had to give way, and what relationships had to be seen in a different light? What was the cost of that decision?
Learning not to fear, no matter what we face
Fear may disable us at times, but Jesus reassures us of the ultimate importance and value of all that he offers, and the ever-present care and concern of the One who watches over and guides us on our path. The much-loved image of the tiny sparrow, precious and watched over by God, is used by Jesus to remind us of our much greater value in the eyes of God.
No power compares to God’s power, which extends far deeper and far beyond any power on earth. We may face persecution, rejection, criticism, and even hatred, even violence, for the sake of Jesus, but it will be nothing that he did not face himself, he says.
God’s tender and watchful love
In a “mainline” church and an affluent nation, how and when have we experienced ourselves as persecuted, rejected, criticized, or even hated? In what ways do you experience God’s love as tender and watchful, even in the face of hardship and deprivation, uncertainty and division?
“Don’t be bluffed into silence by the threats of bullies. There’s nothing they can do to your soul, your core being. Save your fear for God, who holds your entire life–body and soul–in his hands.” In Eugene Peterson’s version of this text, Jesus calls us to “a large work,” but urges us to “start small….The smallest act of giving or receiving makes you a true apprentice. You won’t lose out on a thing” (The Message). What is the “large work” you are doing for the sake of the gospel today?
(It really is too much for one sermon, isn’t it?)
The Reverend Kathryn M. Matthews retired in 2016 after serving as dean of Amistad Chapel at the national offices of the United Church of Christ in Cleveland, Ohio.
With many thanks to the Rev. David Schoen for his beautiful photographs of birds; David retired from serving for many years as a local church pastor and on the national staff of the United Church of Christ and now lives in Freeland, Washington.
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A Bible study version of this reflection is at Weekly Seeds.
For further reflection:
Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees, 21st century
“The hardest thing on earth is to choose what matters.”
Parker J. Palmer, Let Your Life Speak: Listening for the Voice of Vocation, 21st century
“Before you tell your life what you intend to do with it, listen for what it intends to do with you. Before you tell your life what truths and values you have decided to live up to, let your life tell you what truths you embody, what values you represent.”
Brennan Manning, The Ragamuffin Gospel: Good News for the Bedraggled, Beat-Up, and Burnt Out, 21st century
“[Jesus] had no romantic notion of the cost of discipleship. He knew that following Him was as unsentimental as duty, as demanding as love.”
Donald Miller, Blue Like Jazz: Nonreligious Thoughts on Christian Spirituality, 21st century
“The trouble with deep belief is that it costs something. And there is something inside me, some selfish beast of a subtle thing that doesn’t like the truth at all because it carries responsibility, and if I actually believe these things I have to do something about them. It is so, so cumbersome to believe anything. And it isn’t cool.”
Martin Luther King Jr., 20th century
“Our only hope lies in our ability to recapture the revolutionary spirit and go into a sometimes hostile world declaring eternal hostility to poverty, racism, and militarism.”
Nancy Pearcey, Total Truth: Liberating Christianity from Its Cultural Captivity, 21st century
“In every historical period, the religious groups that grow most rapidly are those that set believers at odds with the surrounding culture.”
Sermon on Genesis 21:8-21:
“Three Hundred Feet: A Message for General Synod 28”
by the Rev. Dr. Laurinda Hafner, Senior Pastor, Coral Gables Congregational United Church of Christ, Coral Gables, Florida
A favorite story of mine is about a woman and her husband who, while traveling, interrupt their vacation to go to a dentist. Explaining to the dentist, the woman said, “I want a tooth pulled and I do not want any Novocain and I do not want any pain killers because I am in a hurry. Just extract the tooth as quickly as possible and we will be on our way.”
The dentist was most impressed and said, “You are certainly a very brave woman. Which tooth is it?” The woman turned to her husband and said, “Honey, show him your tooth!”
When I think of that poor husband, I can’t help but think of Hagar, the central character in our Genesis text this afternoon. All around her people are making decisions for her life–painful, excruciating decisions. Bill Moyers, as usual, is right when he says of this particular biblical story, “It’s the stuff of a cheap novel and a fast read.” After all, it’s all there: two women sharing a bed with the same man, betrayal, moral indifference, desertion, class differences. I daresay not even Nora Roberts could come up with such a saucy, intriguing, page-turner of a story, the kind that’s read on a leisurely day at one of our beautiful Florida beaches.
On the one hand, we have 91-year-old Sarah, who has been with her husband Abraham a long time…and as we all know…familiarity can breed contempt. Then there is Hagar, the younger, more exotic woman. And even though she is nothing more than a slave, an “object” that belongs to Sarah, she probably has good muscle tone and the ability to put a spring in the step of old, old Abraham.
This melodrama begins when Abraham and Sarah are unable to conceive a child, which is a problem if you’re going to be the parents of a great nation. So in keeping with ancient Near Eastern tradition, Sarah gives her favorite slave, Hagar, to Abraham, to procreate by proxy. Sure enough Hagar gets pregnant and bears a child named Ishmael…but even more, she bears for Sarah, insecurity, egoism, and bitterness.
Things soon erupt out of control and what once seemed like a good idea suddenly becomes a hotbed of jealousy. As soon as Hagar is able to give Abraham what Sarah is not able to, intense emotions pit one woman against the other. They become the Mean Girls of ancient times.
And then, as if the story isn’t complex or intriguing enough, Sarah gives birth to the miracle child, Isaac, and begins to treat Hagar even more harshly. Now that Sarah has her own son, she doesn’t want her family to include these foreigners. While the camel has been strolling around this story for a while, it’s hard to pinpoint the actual straw that breaks its back.
I am sure each of us can remember a family gathering when a lifetime of family politics hits the fan. For Sarah, it was at the weaning ceremony of Isaac. That was it. Her jealousy and fear that her husband’s first-born, Hagar’s child, would take something away from her and her son, drives her to guerilla warfare.
What a hostile home! Two women scorned and no one to run interference. But of course, Sarah is going to win this one…she and Abraham are established, rich and powerful. They have flocks of sheep and goats; they have tents and slaves. And she’s got the years on her side–she knows how to push Abraham’s buttons. So Abraham simply shrugs his shoulders and leaves Sarah to resolve the dispute.
In the midst of her jealousy Sarah loses her moral compass, becoming physically and psychologically abusive. She distances herself from her favorite slave and from her surrogate son. She dehumanizes them, and then concludes that there is no room for Hagar and Ishmael in her life with Abraham, and she tells him to turn them out to die in the desert.
Abraham doesn’t exactly shine as father of the year in this chapter of his life. Stephen Sondheim reminds us musically that our children learn from us by watching us, by what they see us do rather than the things we say to them. So with a pathetic gesture, Abraham gives Hagar a little bread and water and throws her out into the desert with her son.
In that wilderness the inevitable happens. The bread and the water run out. The young boy Ishmael starts to die of dehydration. Hagar will eventually die too, but Ishmael is going to die first, in her arms. As the crisis approaches, Hagar cannot bear it. Are there more tragically poignant words than hers: “Do not let me look upon the death of my child….Let me not see or hear his dying”?
Hagar’s suffering, her desolation, pierces my heart. I am a mother–in fact, I’m the mother of a 13-year-old who is probably just about the age of Ishmael. I simply cannot bear the suffering of Hagar. Hagar cannot bear it, either: so the scriptures tell us she carefully lays her child under a bush and sits down about a bowshot away, so she doesn’t have to hear her boy cry or see him die.
A bowshot away. As I was preparing for this message, I became interested in what would constitute the distance of a bowshot–it would have to be some distance, for a mother’s ears are pretty keenly tuned to her child’s cry. Before I had my own child I used to marvel at how mothers could hear their children crying in the soundproof nursery in the basement of the church while they were on the second floor singing hymns in the sanctuary. Hagar’s going to have to go some distance to not hear through a mother’s ears the cry of her dying son.
Now I don’t know much about using a bow and arrow; my last encounter with one was in my 8th grade gym class. I don’t remember the distance of a bowshot, but The New Living Translation says it’s about 100 yards, or three hundred feet, about the distance of a football field. I checked it out at the local high school, much to the amusement of the joggers nearby. Sure enough: you can faintly see the person at the goal post of the other end but you can’t hear them, especially, I imagine, if they are weak from thirst and hunger.
Which got me thinking about the distance we put between ourselves and those we don’t want to hear or see. What is the distance that we put between ourselves and others so we don’t have to hear their pain, their hurt, or see their differences, their needs? What is it? Three hundred feet? Five miles? Across the railroad tracks? Lots of doctrine–rules–religion–stereotypes–assumptions–politics–nationalism?
And what is the distance that we too often put between those who seek living water and those of us well-established and well-settled into the pews and fabric of our churches? Is it clinging to old familiar ways; hanging on for dear life to what has always been; keeping the lid on the pot by not boiling up the subversive nature of the gospel; or boiling everything down to a mush that will keep everyone full but far from fed? These people just don’t fit in, we say. They don’t respect our traditions, they don’t know how to act, they are even sitting in my pew! Maybe we just need a little distance from them; a bowshot; three hundred feet; that should be far enough; just so they’re out the door.
Hagar is cast out, abandoned by the very ones she had trusted, the ones she had put her faith in. Left waterless in a desert where her little boy Ishmael lies dying, she weeps bitter tears of hopelessness. Sometimes, tears are the only prayer we have left. Hagar’s last drop of hope has evaporated in the desert heat.
And yet….and yet…just then, we are told, God hears the cry of the child Ishmael. God tells Hagar to cross that distance, that three hundred feet, that she has put between her and the suffering of her child, the suffering she felt she could not bear. God tells Hagar to lift up her boy, to hold him tenderly close to her heart. God then opens Hagar’s eyes to the spring of water that was right there before her, the whole time, the water that will save her own life and the life of her child. She gathers the boy to her, and gently coaxes the water through his lips. She drinks the water herself. Her suffering is over; her hope is restored.
This is God’s doing. God comes to console Hagar and shows the far reach of God’s compassion. There is no distance, no three hundred feet, no bowshot to God’s love. God’s love is not restricted by location, by ethnicity, by gender, by sexual orientation, by age or by class. Here is Hagar, a slave, unmarried, a foreign woman–she could not have been more marginalized in those ancient times–and Yahweh speaks to her!
Is nothing too wonderful for God? As Bill Moyers once again has said, “The very God who saw the burdens and heard the cries of the Hebrew slaves in Egypt, the very God who came down to save them with a mighty hand, is the same God who sees the outcast child under the bush in the desert, hears his mother weeping, and tenderly brings them to water and promises that they too are highly regarded by God.”
“Highly regarded by God.” God not only opens Hagar’s eyes to the life-giving water she needs at that moment, but also makes an extravagant promise to her and her child: God will make of them a great nation. In the story of Hagar and Ishmael we hear that God’s covenant blesses all the people of the earth; regardless of Sarah’s conniving, Abraham’s wimpiness or Hagar’s status, they were all included in the covenant. Regardless of who we are or where we are on life’s journey, we too are included in the promises of God. God doesn’t marginalize, and Jesus doesn’t reject.
In her book, Traveling Mercies, Annie Lamott writes of her own second chance that came through the church. It came at a time when she was deep in the wilderness, in fact, she had slipped so low that she was convinced that even God couldn’t love her. That is, until she received living water through the promise of a local priest, “Annie,” he said, “God has to love you. That’s God’s job.”
And isn’t that the church’s “job” as well? To offer living water to those in the wilderness–to the Hagars of this world–those living at a distance, on the fringes–at the margins? In his book, In the Company of Strangers, Parker Palmer puts it this simply: “In my view, the mission of the church is not to enlarge its membership, not to bring outsiders to accept its terms, but simply to love the world in every possible way–to love the world as God did and does.”
My friends, we have all been in the wilderness at one time or another. We have all thirsted for that water that will sustain us, nourish us, and quench our aching thirst, that living water that will save our very lives. Like Hagar, we have found ourselves face to face with hopelessness, unable to see the life-giving, life-restoring water right before our eyes.
I am a child of the United Church of Christ. In fact, I am a daughter of this Florida Conference. I was nourished, nurtured, and loved into the faith at Trinity United Church of Christ in St. Petersburg, just a bowshot from here. It was there, on a sunny Palm Sunday, that I was confirmed, in my white robe and my first pair of heels–it was there, that I was ordained into Christian ministry, 32 years ago, next month.
Today, that church is for sale. The pain of such a precious place dying is enormous for me. I want to sit under a tree and weep–far enough away so I don’t have to hear or see the dismantling of those precious symbols that sustained the faith of my youth. And yes, this is happening around our denomination–churches are closing–churches are leaving–churches are dying. And yet…and yet…
A year ago, Bishop John Shelby Spong, the former Episcopal Bishop of Newark, New Jersey, spent a month with us at the church as part of our Theologian in Residence Program. One evening he was speaking about the United Church of Christ and said, “The vocation of the United Church of Christ is to walk the theological frontier and to confront and eradicate those prejudices based on stereotypical definitions of the past and frequently undergirded by words of sacred scripture. To fulfill this vocation, your denomination has to be free of the theological answers of yesterday. But there is a price to be paid for this kind of leadership, and faithfulness to this vocation requires that you are willing to pay it.”
And here’s the part I love: “No church that forces engagement with new thinking will ever appeal to the masses. No church committed to social justice will ever be a majority denomination. You should not aspire to serve those idols. Your call is to be a faithful church, a witnessing church. The entire Christian world benefits from your fulfilling this vocation and I for one admire you greatly.”
I have to tell you, my friends, Bishop Spong’s words are like living water–they tell us that this person outside our church family sees this denomination as willing to pay the price to be faithful to the gospel and as a witness to our still-speaking God.
And so we see all around us signs of new life and hope…in spirited, energetic, and vital new churches coming into our denomination…and in old, once-tired churches being transformed. The church alumni and those who have had to choose life in the wilderness to be free from religious judgment and doctrine that comes from God-knows-where are finding a home here, in the United Church of Christ, not a bowshot from God’s love, not three hundred feet from grace, but close, drawn into a loving community of justice and faith.
The living water found in the deep wells of our history, ministry, and vision as a denomination is at the very core of our call to wipe away the distance between who is in and who is out; who is saved and who is condemned; who lives and who dies.
The wilderness is no more for us, for God has provided us and our children with the living water of a church…
that is alive to an ever growing and ever-changing faith;
that welcomes good science and the arts as touchstones for theological discovery;
that doesn’t pick and choose a few out-of-context lines from the Bible on which to base its prejudices,
that is courageous enough to say no more to war, to hunger, to injustice of every kind;
that says the Koran is a holy book that should be as respected as our own Bible;
that celebrates a still-speaking God who calls us
to carry together the mantle of social justice,
to be a prophetic voice of reason,
to advocate for respect among diverse religions,
and for full acceptance of all people.
And I tell you my friends, when the church opens its eyes and sees the living water before it, thirst is quenched, yes, and lives are changed; death is overcome, and life is renewed. This is our time, this is our calling, this is our ministry, United Church of Christ–even as it always has been, from our earliest beginnings: like our ancestors in faith, we will wash away the three hundred feet that separates us from our sisters and brothers, and we will boldly imagine all that is possible in a world awash in God’s grace.
May it be so. Amen.
The Rev. Dr. Laurida Hafner serves as Senior Pastor of Coral Gables Congregational United Church of Christ, Coral Gables, Florida, and preached this sermon at the United Church of Christ’s General Synod 28 in Tampa, Florida.
The child grew, and was weaned; and Abraham made a great feast on the day that Isaac was weaned. But Sarah saw the son of Hagar the Egyptian, whom she had borne to Abraham, playing with her son Isaac. So she said to Abraham, “Cast out this slave woman with her son; for the son of this slave woman shall not inherit along with my son Isaac.” The matter was very distressing to Abraham on account of his son. But God said to Abraham, “Do not be distressed because of the boy and because of your slave woman; whatever Sarah says to you, do as she tells you, for it is through Isaac that offspring shall be named for you. As for the son of the slave woman, I will make a nation of him also, because he is your offspring.”
So Abraham rose early in the morning, and took bread and a skin of water, and gave it to Hagar, putting it on her shoulder, along with the child, and sent her away. And she departed, and wandered about in the wilderness of Beer-sheba. When the water in the skin was gone, she cast the child under one of the bushes. Then she went and sat down opposite him a good way off, about the distance of a bowshot; for she said, “Do not let me look on the death of the child.” And as she sat opposite him, she lifted up her voice and wept.
And God heard the voice of the boy; and the angel of God called to Hagar from heaven, and said to her, “What troubles you, Hagar? Do not be afraid; for God has heard the voice of the boy where he is. Come, lift up the boy and hold him fast with your hand, for I will make a great nation of him.” Then God opened her eyes and she saw a well of water. She went, and filled the skin with water, and gave the boy a drink. God was with the boy, and he grew up; he lived in the wilderness, and became an expert with the bow. He lived in the wilderness of Paran; and his mother got a wife for him from the land of Egypt.
Psalm 86:1-10, 16-17
Incline your ear,
and answer me,
for I am poor and needy.
Preserve my life,
for I am devoted to you;
save your servant
who trusts in you.
You are my God;
be gracious to me,
O God, for to you
do I cry all day long.
Gladden the soul
of your servant,
for to you, O God,
I lift up my soul.
For you, O God,
are good and forgiving,
abounding in steadfast love
to all who call on you.
Give ear, O God,
to my prayer;
listen to my cry
In the day of my trouble
I call on you,
for you will answer me.
There is none like you
among the gods, O God,
nor are there any works
All the nations you have made
shall come and bow down
before you, O God,
and shall glorify your name.
For you are great
and do wondrous things;
you alone are God.
Turn to me and
be gracious to me;
give your strength
to your servant;
save the child
of your servant.
Show me a sign
of your favor,
so that those who hate me
may see it
and be put to shame,
because you, O God,
have helped me
and comforted me.
O LORD, you have enticed me, and I was enticed; you have overpowered me, and you have prevailed.
I have become a laughingstock all day long; everyone mocks me.
For whenever I speak, I must cry out, I must shout, “Violence and destruction!”
For the word of the LORD has become for me a reproach and derision all day long.
If I say, “I will not mention him, or speak any more in his name,”
then within me there is something like a burning fire shut up in my bones;
I am weary with holding it in, and I cannot.
For I hear many whispering: “Terror is all around! Denounce him! Let us denounce him!”
All my close friends are watching for me to stumble.
“Perhaps he can be enticed, and we can prevail against him, and take our revenge on him.”
But the LORD is with me like a dread warrior; therefore my persecutors will stumble, and they will not prevail.
They will be greatly shamed, for they will not succeed. Their eternal dishonor will never be forgotten.
O LORD of hosts, you test the righteous, you see the heart and the mind;
let me see your retribution upon them, for to you I have committed my cause.
Sing to the LORD; praise the LORD! For he has delivered the life of the needy from the hands of evildoers
Psalm 69:7-10, (11-15), 16-18
It is for your sake
that I have borne reproach,
that shame has covered my face.
I have become a stranger
to my kindred,
an alien to my mother’s children.
It is zeal for your house
that has consumed me;
the insults of those who insult you
have fallen on me.
When I humbled my soul
they insulted me
for doing so.
When I made sackcloth
I became a byword to them.
I am the subject of gossip
for those who sit in the gate,
and the drunkards make songs
But as for me, my prayer
is to you, O God.
At an acceptable time,
in the abundance
of your steadfast love,
With your faithful help rescue me
from sinking in the mire;
let me be delivered from my enemies
and from the deep waters.
Do not let the flood sweep
or the deep
swallow me up,
or the Pit close its mouth
Answer me, O God,
for your steadfast love is good;
according to your abundant mercy,
turn to me.
Do not hide your face
from your servant,
for I am in distress–
make haste to answer me.
Draw near to me,
set me free
because of my enemies.
Should we continue in sin in order that grace may abound? By no means! How can we who died to sin go on living in it? Do you not know that all of us who have been baptized into Christ Jesus were baptized into his death? Therefore we have been buried with him by baptism into death, so that, just as Christ was raised from the dead by the glory of the Father, so we too might walk in the newness of life. For if we have been united with him in a death like his, we will certainly be united with him in a resurrection like his.
We know that our old self was crucified with him so that the body of sin might be destroyed, and we might no longer be enslaved to sin. For whoever has died is freed from sin. But if we have died with Christ, we believe that we will also live with him. We know that Christ, being raised from the dead, will never die again; death no longer has dominion over him. The death he died, he died to sin, once for all; but the life he lives, he lives to God. So you also must consider yourselves dead to sin and alive to God in Christ Jesus.
“A disciple is not above the teacher, nor a slave above the master; it is enough for the disciple to be like the teacher, and the slave like the master. If they have called the master of the house Beelzebul, how much more will they malign those of his household!
“So have no fear of them; for nothing is covered up that will not be uncovered, and nothing secret that will not become known. What I say to you in the dark, tell in the light; and what you hear whispered, proclaim from the housetops. Do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul; rather fear him who can destroy both soul and body in hell. Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. And even the hairs of your head are all counted. So do not be afraid; you are of more value than many sparrows.
“Everyone therefore who acknowledges me before others, I also will acknowledge before my Father in heaven; but whoever denies me before others, I also will deny before my Father in heaven.
“Do not think that I have come to bring peace to the earth; I have not come to bring peace, but a sword. For I have come to set a man against his father, and a daughter against her mother, and a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law; and one’s foes will be members of one’s own household. Whoever loves father or mother more than me is not worthy of me; and whoever loves son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me; and whoever does not take up the cross and follow me is not worthy of me. Those who find their life will lose it, and those who lose their life for my sake will find it.”
Notes on the Lectionary and Liturgical Colors
by the Rev. Susan Blain, Curator for Worship and Liturgical Arts (mailto:email@example.com)
Faith Formation Ministry, Local Church Ministries, United Church of Christ
(Essay based on an article by Laurence Hull Stookey: “Putting Liturgical Colors in their Place” in Calendar: Christ’s Time for the Church ©1996 Abingdon Press.)
The use of colors to differentiate liturgical seasons is a custom in use among some Western churches for hundreds of years. Although the custom of using colors is an ancient one, there has not always been agreement on what the colors should be. The Council of Trent in 1570, a Roman Catholic response to the Reformation, codified the colors for the Roman Catholic Church. When we talk about “traditional” colors today, we usually are referring to that codification. There were four basic colors in that codification: purple (penitence), red (Spirit or Martyrs memorials), green (long season after Pentecost) and white (festivals). Other colors, or no color at all, were acceptable variants in some regions.
The Reformation of course was a watershed for Christian ritual practice. Anglican and Lutheran churches often used some form of liturgical colors; however, the Reformed tradition of churches, where the UCC falls, for the most part did away with the custom of using colors, opting for much more simplicity. During the ecumenical liturgical movement of the mid-20th Century, Protestant churches began to look back at some of the ritual and colorful practices of the past with an eye toward reclaiming them to help give expression to feeling, tone, and imagery underlying the lectionary stories.
Before the Reformation’s iconoclasm, and Trent’s code, practices varied from place to place, often depending on what was available. Indeed, in some places the custom was to organize vestments into practical categories of “best,” “second best,” and “everyday” — not depending on the color at all. For Christmas and Easter the “best” vestments were used, no matter the color! Other, less prominent feasts or Sundays got “second best” or “everyday.”