Wednesday, December 4, 2019

Homily 10.13.19

Readings: 
2 Kings 5:14-17
2 Timothy 2:8-13
Luke 17:11-19


Healing the Body of God 

Tonight I want to talk about bodies. I think sometimes we are too quick to spiritualize everything, taking it out of the fleshy realm of reality, but we are an incarnational people. We believe the Word became Flesh and dwelt among us, and we can encounter revelations of the divine mystery and presence in and through the flesh: in our bodies and all bodies that make up the larger body of God. We have a fleshy/physical Gospel story tonight that invites us to reflect on our relationship to bodies: our own body, the human bodies of others, and the larger body of God that makes up the cosmos.

This story tonight in the Gospel of Luke is actually his second story of healing lepers. These healing stories of Jesus are meant to teach us a lesson about who Jesus is and what he has come to do: Jesus consistently responds to those who on the margins, the outcasts of society, those whose bodies have been rejected rather because of a skin disease like leprosy or other physical challenges like blindness, deafness, or challenges with mobility. Jesus not only associates with but loves and touches the bodies of those who have been rejected from community, seeking to restore that sense of belovedness and connection.

I feel pretty confident that all of us, at some point or another, have had something about our bodies that we didn’t like, that we felt ashamed of or embarrassed by, or that we wished we could change. I know I certainly have, as a woman who grew up in a patriarchal church and is inundated with media messages about feminine beauty and what a woman’s body should like. There are huge industries that are making billions of dollars off of making people feel bad about their bodies. And its not just women, men and non-binary people are targeted too.

The persistence of systemic oppressions like racism, heterosexism, and ableism also target bodies that don’t fit into what the dominant power holders have deemed as “normal” or “desirable.” There are real barriers to these targeted groups in accessing what should be human rights such as excellent health care, housing, education, and employment, sometimes with life or death consequences.

There is also an emotional and psychological internalization of these harmful messages for those targeted by oppressions against different identities. We internalize these negative messages about skin color, hair, size, physical appearance, how we express our gender, or who our bodies love. And a lot of this internalization of negative messaging is happening on an unconscious level, where we don’t even realize it, and it impacts not only our relationship with our own body but how we interact with the bodies of others as well.

There was organized, systemic oppression against those with the skin disease of leprosy in the time of Jesus blocking their access to health care, housing, education, and employment, and I think they probably internalized that oppression as well, feeling dirty or unworthy. This is why they cry out to Jesus to have pity, or rather compassion for them in their suffering. And in encountering the Christ, the divine one who took on flesh, they are in fact “cleansed” of that particular barrier separating them from community.

But only one of them was “healed.” The Samaritan who upon realizing that he had be cleansed, also experienced something else, something deeper, that made him return to Jesus in deep gratitude rather than return to the community who had been oppressing him. I think it is important that these two different words were used: cleansed and healed. The root of the word for healing is the same as salvation, and some translations have Jesus saying to the Samaritan “your faith has healed you” and others “your faith has saved you.” Perhaps the healing and salvation in this story, is not only skin deep, but a profound sense of knowing oneself and one’s body as good, and holy, and whole despite what the wider society tells you. This has been a personal healing mantra for me, as I have sought to reclaim this body God has given me to do her work in the world despite the messages I receive to the contrary. "I am good, and holy, and whole," and so are you.

You see when we experience healing and reconciliation with our own bodies, we are also able to open up to a deeper love of all the bodies in which a spark of the divine dwells, and appreciate how each member of this diverse body of God reveals something unique and important about the mystery of God.

St. Francis, one of our patron saints who’s feast we celebrated last weekend, had an experience like this with a leper as well. You see even 1100 years after the life of Jesus, society was still isolating and treating people with leprosy as less than human, and Francis bought into that messaging. He despised lepers and was disgusted by them, intentionally avoiding them whenever possible. And then he encountered Christ, through a person with leprosy. He wrote: “When I was in sin, the sight of lepers nauseated me beyond measure; but then God led me into their company, and I had pity on them. When I became acquainted with them, what had previously nauseated me became the source of spiritual and physical consolation for me.” Embracing the body of the one he had harshly judged, he had a profound metanoia – a conversion – and saw that body and all bodies like it as the body of Christ himself.

We all have people who we judge or treat like lepers in our own lives, whether we want to admit it or not. Those we intentionally avoid, those we look on with contempt or judgment, those we don’t want to touch or embrace. They are not the ones who need healing in order for us to accept them, we are the ones who Christ is inviting to heal, to experience the transformation of St. Francis in seeing the very face of Christ in the body of the one we least want to engage with .

And I want to be clear here that the goal is not to stop seeing the actual, physical, unique body by appealing to some universal connection like “we’re all the same on the inside.” That’s not what I’m saying. I want us to see Christ as a person with a skin disease, as a black transgender woman, as a queer female pastor, as a successful black business man, as a nonbinary overweight teen, as a person who is differently abled, as a person living with addiction, as body covered in piercings and tattoos, and not ignore any of those details.

Because I would be so bold as to say that we can’t really love God until we can love all of the diverse bodies that make up the body of God. And this extends beyond the human family to the whole of the cosmos. Ecofeminist theologian Sallie McFague is the one who coined the term body of God, and she describes it as: “not this or that body, and certainly not a human body, but all the bodies that have ever been or ever will be, from quarks and exploding stars to microorganisms and centipedes, rocks, mountains, and water, but not forgetting tortoises, pine trees, buttercups, giraffes, and of course, human beings in all their various shapes, conditions, and colors.”

The messages we have internalized and are acting out about the more than human parts of the body of God are causing the 6th mass extinction event in the history of this planet, and the first one cause primarily by human actions. Dozens of species – precious members of the body of God, go extinct every day. Forests around the world are burning, seas levels are rising and oceans and waterways are filled with plastic and other trash. This sickness of anthropocentrism – human centeredness, and neo-liberal capitalism is destroying the body of God, and we are in need of some deep collective healing.

What would it look like to cleanse ourselves of the anthropocentric sores that keep us separated from the rest of creation and restore the blood flow, the life line, to these equally important parts of our body that we have cut ourselves off from? The body of God is not only inviting us, but crying out to us to do so, and I believe this is a core part of the salvific healing Christ is seeking to realize in the world. When we can recognize every living part of creation as a member of the body of God, and embrace our connection to this diverse, beloved body, we can transform our relationship to our own body and all the bodies of the cosmos.

I want to end with a word of thanksgiving. The word thank in our Gospel tonight is the same type of thanks Jesus gives at the last supper as he blesses the bread and wine, which is also the root of Eucharist – to give thanks. The Samaritan leper presented his healed body before Christ in thanksgiving, in Eucharist. As we present our bodies tonight around the table of Christ as beautiful and diverse temples of the holy one, may the thanksgiving we offer in recognition of the one who took on flesh to show us what love incarnate looks like, transfer into thanksgiving and healing for our own bodies, beautifully and wonderfully made to continue incarnating love and restore community.

Homily 3.24.19

Readings: 
Exodus 3:1-8, 13-15
1 Cor 10:1-6, 10-12
Luke 13:1-9 


Encountering the God Who Is 

I Am who Am
I will be who I will be 
I am the one who sees, who hears, and knows
I am the waters of life in desert spaces
I am fire and wind 
I am silence 
I am the speck of sand
And the sky filled with billions of stars 
I am the one who swims in the seas, walks on the land, and flies in the air
I am parent and child
I am comforter and liberator 
I am every color, size, and shape under the sun 
I am community and relatedness 
I am holy, embodied, mystery
I am dynamic, creative, energy
I am the ground of being
And the breath of life
I am who am 
I will be who I will be  

I want to focus our attention tonight on our first reading, this powerful account from Exodus where God reveals their chosen name to Moses: Yahweh, rooted in the verb “to be” which can be translated I am who am, or I will be who I will be, or even I cause to be, I make exist, or I make happen.  This God of the ancestors of the Hebrew people is a relational God, a dynamic God, a God who’s very identity is woven into the existence of all life, all creation, all that is.  

So what happened in the history and development of Christianity to take the God who is life itself, and transform her into a male ruler/king who sits in the sky on his throne in judgment?  It is helpful to remember that all theology and language about God is contextual. The imagination of a people and how they speak of God is often limited to their own lived experience and culture. And so it was within the context of Christianity from the 4th century on: the model of power surrounding them was empire rooted in patriarchal and hierarchical society.  And so this dynamic relational name for God “The one who is” in Hebrew, was translated into the greek “kyrios,” which means Lord. Elizabeth Johnson in her recent book Creation and the Cross puts it like this: “By translating the mysterious name YHWH into kyrios, which comes into English as Lord, it took this relational, compassionate deity whose name is a verb, who is utterly free and beyond any simple gendered categorization, and cast divine identity into the image of a ruling male person in a patriarchal society.”  The name YHWH appears over 6700 times in the Hebrew Scriptures, but the Greek translation changed most of those into Lord, which is what we see in most of our bibles today.  

Remembering this can change not only the way we read Scripture, replacing Lord with I AM, but also transform our relationship with God as the one who is all that is.  In another desert setting, beginning in the 4th century, women and men who became distressed by Christianity’s growing allegiance with empire sought an authentic encounter with God and faithful life by retreating to the desert where they lived either in small communities or as hermits.  We know this group of people today as the desert mothers and fathers, and contemporary historians believe that there were twice as many women as men living in the desert although more writings from the desert fathers were preserved. Mary Earle in her book about the desert mothers talks about how going into the desert opened up this renewed understanding of and relationship with the God who is: “They began to see themselves as part of the cosmos, as participants in a vast and beautiful universe created, sustained, and redeemed by the ever-living God.  The whole universe became a burning bush, holy ground through which the living God speaks to those who will listen.” 

We don’t have to retreat to the literal desert, this wisdom reminds us we have burning bushes all around us, revealing different aspects of this God who is, who causes to be and brings into existence.  Our imaginations and experiences like those of so many generations before us, can often be limited by our own contexts as well. I know that personally my own language and images for who God is have changed and grown as I have traveled to new places and encountered new people who are burning bushes for me, opening up a whole new experience and understanding of God. I grew up with an image of God as loving father and friend.  Through a highschool service trip to Minneapolis I encountered the God who accompanies the impoverished and the homeless, who’s love is known through something as simple as a smile and sharing a meal. Living abroad in El Salvador I encountered a liberating God who denounces exploitation, the divine feminine mother protecting and comforting her children, and the God of bloodshed and resurrection. Sitting at the feet of indigenous elders I have encountered the God whose spirit flows through all of creation and calls it sacred, a God whose wisdom is carried by the ancestors and whose hope and promise is held for future generations.  Just a few weeks ago in Alabama I had a powerful lived experience of the God who is paschal mystery, who is present in the crucified and resurrected people who continue to struggle for justice holding fast to the hope of freedom.  

God is who is, and there is so much life, so much wisdom to soak up from the incredibly diverse experiences and cultures all over this planet.  We grow in faith by sharing our stories of who God is for us with one another and by stepping out of our comfort zones to encounter who God is in other spaces for other people.  We each have a unique and important spark of the divine to share with the world. We are each a flame on this burning bush of creation, revealing who the holy one is. In order to tap into this individual and collective wisdom, I would like to end by walking you through a guided meditation.  I invite you to sit comfortably and close your eyes.  



Imagine yourself in a desert, it is dry, maybe a little windy, it is warm.  
Notice what is around you. 
You begin walking toward a mountain in the distance, feeling drawn toward it.  
You approach the base of the mountain and see a path leading up, so you follow the path.  
As you are walking, you stop as you see a great bush on fire near you.  
You contemplate this strange sight as the flames do not consume the bush that is burning.  
You decide to go closer to look at this remarkable sight and see why the bush is not being burned. 

As you approach the bush you hear a voice calling out your name.  
You answer, “Here I am.” 
The voice, who you know to be the Holy One, says to you, “Come no nearer! 
Remove the shoes and socks from your feet, for the place where you stand is holy ground.” 
This voice tells you, 
“I am the God of your ancestors, 
The God of Abraham, Sarah, and Hagar, 
The God of Isaac and Rebekah, 
The God of Jacob, Rachel, Leah, Bilhah, and Zilpah, 
I AM who I AM”
I have seen the affliction of my beloved creation, 
I have heard their cries for justice, peace, and survival, 
I know intimately what you and they are suffering.  
Go forth from here knowing that I am with you in our work for healing and liberation. 
Then God reveals one of their many names to you, a personal name for you to share as a revelation of God’s mystery.  
Who will you say has called you, and sends you forth from this holy ground?
Holding that name close to your heart, you put your socks and shoes back on
And head down the mountain and back into the desert to continue your journey.

When you are ready, I invite you to open your eyes, and write down 
On the flame pieces of paper the name God revealed to you.  
When you come up to altar after the gifts of bread and wine are brought up, 
Please put your flame onto the bush, as we are reminded of God’s holy presence 

And many names, revealed in this place, through this community. 

Monday, January 14, 2019

Homily 12.8.18

Readings: 
Lk 3:1-6

Caminante no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. This is a line from a famous poem by Antonio Machado, and means “traveler there is no path, the path is made by walking.”

So if there is no ready made path for us to follow, as Christians, as people of faith in this holy season of Advent, what guides our feet that make the paths that will heed John’s call to “prepare the way of the Lord?” I propose it is the dream or the vision we hold, that guides our feet which make the paths of justice, righteousness, peace, and mercy a reality.

Now there are two guiding dreams juxtaposed in our Gospel tonight and in our world today: the dream of empire and the dream of God. First half of the Gospel is a long list of names, names of those who had power at this time, these were the keepers of the dream of empire. The dream/vision of empire was to maintain consolidated power and control, to grow profits, expand territory, and assert domination.

But where does the Word of God, which we could call the Dream of God, show up? In John, son of Zachariah, in the desert. I want you to hold onto that image as we break open this Advent story together. Who is entrusted with the dream of God and where do they reside.

So let’s start with John the Baptist and then I want to reflect on three modern contexts where I see this same story playing out. The desert is not the first place that John hears or encounters the Word, the Dream of God. He first heard this dream proclaimed by Mary in utero, while his mother Elizabeth was still pregnant. John was one of the first witnesses to the Magnificat. He was also raised by Elizabeth and Zechariah, two faithful Jews who had intimately experienced God’s power and goodness and would have shared those experiences and the wisdom of their people to their son as he grew up. Part of Jewish belief at this time, particularly in some of the desert communities of which John may have lived, was a belief in the coming Messiah or a Messianic Age, this would be a time when the oppressor was cast down, when the people’s freedom and autonomy were restored, and peace and justice would reign.

So John is well prepared to receive the Word of God in the desert which inspires him to proclaim the good news of the coming Messiah and to prepare others for his arrival. John calls for a baptism of the repentance of sins because he could see that before others could nurture the dream and join him in walking the road to peace and justice there had to be a recognition of the past/current sin holding them back and a true conversion to change their ways. Perhaps inspired by the words of the prophet Amos, he invited people into the mighty stream of the river Jordan to experience a conversion that would pave the way for justice to flow like the very waters of Baptism.

There are many modern day John the Baptists, crying out from the desert places of society, treading dangerous paths, and forging new ways to bring about this same dream/vision of peace and justice. And just as John the Baptist did, they stand in opposition to the dream of empire.

I want to just highlight three:

I just spent the last two days in Washington DC at a conference on immigration, so I want to start first with what has been called the Migrant Caravan.

Most of you have probably heard by over the past month or so there have been thousands of people, traveling together primarily from the Central American countries of Honduras, El Salvador, Nicaragua, and Guatemala, over thousands of miles on paths filled with violence, danger, hunger and thirst, fear and uncertainty. They are desert roads and mountain roads, exposed to the harsh natural climates. They are not just fleeing from, but also moving toward a belief that there will be a safe place they can raise their children, where they can grow and prosper. They are making the road by walking up to our front door step and crying out: see me, hear me, don’t turn away, I am here and I matter. They hold a vision of God’s dream for them and their families that has come into violent conflict with the vision of a nationalist empire.

The vision of the nationalist empire separates us and them, it says we have to secure the borders, protect our own, those “others” are to be feared, judged, locked up, even treated as less than human. The vision of a nationalist empire believes in scarcity, in limited resources and so we must protect what is ours.

But the vision of God says that I am my brother and sisters keeper, that we are one body and when one suffers all suffer. The vision of God believes in abundance, that there are actually enough resources to go around if we share with one another.

Which dream is guiding our feet in responding to these migrants and refugees at our border?

While I was in Washington D.C. I finally had a chance to visit the Museum of African American History and Culture. A popular phrase in black and womanist theology which I saw throughout the exhibits is “Making a Way Out of No Way.” Holding fast to the dream of God, African Americans have consistently been able to walk into being a path toward freedom when it seemed most impossible.

The dream they were told to believe in by the slave traders and masters was one of grateful submission, but incredibly - while a message of servitude was preached, a message of liberation was heard. And this dream of God for all God’s people to be free, guided the feet that created paths of the underground railroad, guided the feet of soldiers marching in war for liberty for all, guided the feet in the reconstruction era creating new paths for community prosperity and civic participation, guided the feet of millions during the great northern migration, guided the feet of those who knew to keep God’s dream alive they had to create their own churches as spaces to nourish and share this dream of God for their freedom with one another. This is the dream that guided the brave feet marching for freedom and justice during the civil rights campaigns, and continuing to march in the streets today for black lives to matter and the ability to exist in the world without the assumption of criminality simply for having darker skin.

Now the dream of the white supremacist empire which says God created a racial hierarchy and that what is best, what is normal, is that which is rooted in whiteness, and those closest to whiteness have a right to dominate others, was well on display at this museum as well. This is a dream that unfortunately still guides and infects many of the laws, structures, and institutions of this country.

But it isn’t the most powerful dream. That was so clear to me at this museum, the dream of God that African Americans have held on to despite unimaginable, horrific suffering and oppression, is the one that will win out in the end, the dream that calls forth black excellence and black beauty and celebrates it as good, and holy, and needed for God’s dream to be fully realized.

So which dream is guiding us in our response to the ongoing struggle for racial equity today?

The final group and path that I want to briefly mention are the Climate Pilgrims who have spent the last 65 days walking over 1,500 kilometers from the Vatican to Poland for the annual climate summit, COP 24 this year. They are seeking to walk into being the path of an integral ecology as called for by Pope Francis in his encyclical Laudato Si, a renewed spirituality and vision that sees all of God’s creation as interconnected, as precious and worthy of care and protection, and prioritizes ecological well being over a consumer and profit driven culture. They have been collecting the prayers and dreams of people throughout the world along their journey and are presenting them now to the leaders gathered at COP 24.

The dream of the anthropocentric (human centered) empire is again one of hierarchy and domination, seeing the created world as a commodity to be used and discarded as needed for individual profit and gain. It is a dream that has severed the intimate bonds that connect all life and keep us healthy, and it is a dream therefore that is killing the planet and all life that calls earth home.

These climate pilgrims by walking this new road are hoping to inspire God’s dream for healthy and flourishing life throughout creation with others, so that we can make some serious changes to our global economic systems and practices before it is too late.

Which dream is guiding our own responses to the ever worsening impacts of climate change?

With the dreams of empire getting the most air time these days, it may seem like the dream of God has been forgotten, distorted, or is even dead. But I was reminded and challenged by an e-mail newsletter that I get from a reflection by the Rev. Anna Blaedel, to ask in this season of Advent: what if the dream is not dead, just waiting to be born?

Our Scriptures and the living history of our faith witness to us that the dream of God has survived generations and millennia of war, conquests, oppression, slavery, and environmental degradation. If we have forgotten the dream, if we can’t see the vision clearly, or if we have lost our hope, perhaps we are not spending enough time with the dream keepers. By stepping outside those places of power and privilege we hold, by making ourselves vulnerable and gaining a new perspective, we water the seed of the dream implanted in our hearts at our inception as imago Dei; we can hear the voices of those crying out from desert spaces and have the courage to wade through the waters reminding us of our baptism, cleansed from sin, and called into a community of solidarity walking the path of liberation together, preparing the way for God’s peace, justice, and righteousness to take on flesh in the world.

In this season of Advent, this season of pregnant preparation for dreams gestating in darkness, let us hear once again and hold fast to this dream of our faith, this dream of God, passed down through the centuries, through the ancestors, through courageous and faithful women and the children they raised, and let it guide our path so that the roads we are creating by walking are roads that do pave the way for us to welcome Christ into the world anew.