Saturday, March 16, 2013

TOMBSTONE TERRITORY

I am not by nature a melancholy person, and it is not in a melancholy way that the idea for my tombstone inscription sometimes occurs to me in a flash, as if to summarize some current train of thought or experience. (Although I admit that the image of a cartoon gravestone appearing over my head is a little darker than the more familiar light bulb.)

For example, a recent mild frustration at not being able to devote as much of my new retirement freedom to this web journal as I had anticipated, combined with the cold reality that reaching retirement age is itself a reminder that I am not getting any younger, produced, in my mind’s eye, these words, ornately carved in granite:

But I still have so many opinions…

Years ago, musing on my perennial inability to maintain a neat desk, I imagined this rueful summary-in-stone:

He finally got organized.

The growing issue of aging baby-boomers storing important documents on-line has inspired this very practical idea for a headstone epitaph to be noticed by one’s heirs as they gather mournfully at graveside:

My password is 23XJ44z

Or a response to the undoubtedly increasing risk of accidentally leaving the cell-phone in the casket:

506-331-7886

You have noticed by now that, as an epitaph-writer, I’m no poet. But here’s one who is, George MacDonald (1824-1905), whose cautiously hopeful lines allow a grace-filled Lutheran to hedge his bets:

Here lie I, Martin Elginbrod.
Have mercy on my soul, Lord God,
As I would do, were I Lord God,
And thou wert Martin Elginbrod!

But enough whistling past the graveyard. Let me now turn more reflectively into the quiet lane of a country cemetery and invite you to read with me words written on a nearly-eroded headstone with a birth-date of 1799, a death date hard to make out. It is the grave of Caryl’s great-great grandparents, Ole and Beret, who, already elderly, followed their pioneer son, Helge, from Norway to Minnesota in 1858, joining him in the hard work of building this new life; words that tie labor, love, and faith together in a way that reflects how these good people really lived:

In labor as in love allied,
In death they here sleep side by side
Resting in peace the aged twain,
Till Christ shall raise them up again.


When I think about their life, both in the old country and the new, I realize that I don’t know the meaning of the word “labor.” Yet I would be honored to rest one day under those same words with one whose very life is a culmination of the reason for their journey. (Remember – still not melancholy!)

My other current candidate for a personal epitaph came to me almost as a revelation, rising out of the ethereal beauty of the final measures of Arthur Honegger’s great oratorio, “King David.” David, who rose to and fell from great heights, who sinned horribly and was forgiven graciously, utters, as his dying words:

How good it was to live!
I thank thee, Lord, for giving me life.

Nothing melancholy about that.

Friday, February 22, 2013

WHO THE HELL DOESN'T THIS TRAIN CARRY?


One of my mentors used to say “The Gospel does not teach us how to get to God; it rather teaches us that there is no way to get to God; God comes to us.” Another said, “The message of the Gospel is not that if we’ll go fifty miles then God will come 450 miles; in Jesus Christ God comes the whole 500 miles!”

Much of what is styled as “The Christian religion” is concerned with that fifty miles: If only I will do this, then God will do that. But the Christian life is not “if-then,” it is “because-therefore:”  Because God loves me unconditionally, therefore I seek to live my life in response to such love. And this is not some airy message from the celestial heights. It is as true as any family: A parent, receiving a child in her arms through birth or adoption, does not look into the child’s eyes and say, “As soon as you grow up and become the person I want you to be then I will love you.” (I acknowledge there are families like that – they’re called dysfunctional!) What the parent says, in fact, is, “I love you – because you’re my child.”

A law-based Christianity (and most other religions, come to think of it), cast God as the dysfunctional parent. The religious leader, then, becomes like that torturer-in-chief General during Argentina’s “dirty war” who informed his victims, “Only God can give life and only God can take life, but God is busy elsewhere now, so he left it up to me.” Religion, even if not quite as alarmingly applied, is always used to decide who is in and who is out. (And the one applying the rules is, unsurprisingly, always “in.”)

The old gospel song declares, “This train don’t carry no gamblers, no crap-shooters, no midnight ramblers….” So, apparently, God loves you unless you’re a midnight rambler (!), or (depending on who’s writing the song) gay, or a doubter, or an unwed pregnant teen (a young girl, pregnant, once told me, “My mom says I’m going to hell now, so it doesn’t matter what I do”), or….

This song (and these ideas) came to me as I was listening at full volume to Bruce Springsgteen’s fantastic corrective take on “This Train,” in his “Land of Hope and Dreams,”
This train
Carries saints and sinners
This train
Carries losers and winners
This Train
Carries whores and gamblers
This Train
Carries lost souls
This Train
Dreams will not be thwarted
This Train
Faith will be rewarded
This Train
Hear the steel wheels singin'
This Train
Bells of freedom ringin'
This Train
Carries broken-hearted
This Train
Thieves and sweet souls departed
This Train
Carries fools and kings
This Train.
(Springsteen includes this song on a number of recordings. The best is “Live in New York City.” Here it is on YouTube. If you’re connected to a good set of speakers, may I suggest you crank it up!)

Thirty years ago, visiting a church in western South Dakota, I read this remarkable welcome in the worship bulletin:

WHO IS WELCOME HERE?

We want it to be of public record that those of different colored skin and heritage are welcome here.

We want it to be known that those who suffer from addiction to drugs and alcohol (whether recovering or not), and their families are welcome here.

We want it to be known that women and children are welcome here and that they will not be harassed or abused here.

We want it to be public record that in this congregation you can bring children to worship and even if they cry during the entire service, they are welcome.

We want it to be known that those who are single by choice, by divorce, or through the death of a spouse, are welcome here.

We want it to be known that if you are promiscuous, have had an abortion, or have fathered children and taken no responsibility for them, you are welcome here.

We want it known that gossip, cheats, liars, and their families are welcome here. We want it to be known that those who are disobedient to their parents and who have family problems are welcome here.

We want it to be of public record that gays and lesbians and members of their families are welcome here.

Let it be public knowledge that we at Custer Lutheran Fellowship take seriously that all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God. The young and old, the rich and poor, all of the broken are welcome here.

We want it to be public knowledge that we are justified by the grace of God, which is a gift through the redemption which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. We offer welcome here because we believe that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for the ungodly. That’s us. Christ did not die for us after we showed signs of "getting it all together." Christ loved and still shows love to us while we are yet sinners. Sinners are welcome here. Sinners like you and me, and like our neighbors.

Let us not condemn the world, but let us proclaim to a broken and hurting world, God's forgiveness and grace.

We want it to be public record that since we are a sinful people that we will not always be as quick to welcome as we should. Let us be quick to admit our sin and seek forgiveness. May God give us the grace to welcome and forgive one another as Christ has welcomed and forgiven us.
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* The welcoming church is Custer Lutheran Fellowship, a congregation of grace and social action and great preaching in Custer, South Dakota. The document was penned by (then) Pastor Chuck Hazlett, but adopted by the whole congregation. (We might edit or state some of it differently today, but this was thirty years ago!) Thanks, Chuck.




Thursday, January 31, 2013

LOSING MY RELIGION


Sermon preached on the occasion of my retirement from First English Lutheran Church, Faribault, Minnesota; and from full-time ministry.


I went to four years of college and four years of seminary, and then I came to University Lutheran Church of Hope in Minneapolis, and Gloria Dei Lutheran Church in Anchorage, and now, for 24 years, to First English Lutheran Church, to learn how to become a pastor.

As with all good education, what I learned most – at Augustana College and the University of Minnesota and Luther Seminary – was how to learn. So my life among you has been a sort of graduate school. You were my teachers (and you paid me!). If I throw into the mix thirty-six years of the siren song of good books new and old, a collection of tremendously smart and supportive and challenging colleagues (within and beyond these walls), and a good dose of life experience, I am happy to report that I have been and continue to be a life-long learner.

Of course the chief textbook in this great life class is the Bible, the chief teacher, the Holy Spirit. The lesson goes on. As Luther said about baptism we can say about our faith: We have enough to study and learn all our lives long. (And my view of heaven is that God will answer all our questions, solve all those perplexities, and then he’ll say, “Now, how about this one…?” And we’ll be off again – questing, learning!)

I add to this philosophy of life-long learning two other philosophies, learned from colleagues, that I have found to be true: The one is from my friend in Anchorage, Pastor JoAnn Post, who once said, as we gathered with others at a preachers’ text study, “I can’t preach on this text until I figure out how it changes me!” (Now, there is a reason for study and pondering and praying and talking with you and with colleagues: “How does this text change me!”) The other is similar, from another colleague: “Every time you open that book, expect to find something new.” Oh, and I do, and I pray you do, too.

Let me talk about a pastor’s adventures in finding something new, again and again.

I remember a time – just a few years ago – that the new thing I found – that dawned on me – when the assigned gospel was Jesus’ charge to remove the log from my own eye before the speck in my brother’s – was that this log-removing is a life-long project!

I have to confess that, as a good religious boy, I had sort of loosely assumed that somehow I could make quick work of getting this log out my eye and then I could turn and work on you. But then, I thought, “When, exactly – would that be? When, exactly, can I say, ‘OK, log gone; now I get to judge you!’” When indeed? Log-removing is a lifetime task. “Judge not lest ye be judged” is another way that someone – Oh, yes, Jesus – put it.

And that’s another thing, another thing that I have learned, another way in which I have been changed. The more I get to know Jesus, the less religious I am. The more I get to know the Bible, the less religious I am. The more my faith is deepened, the less religious I am. This is not as heretical as it sounds; for the truth that came to me – that has been there from the beginning – is that the Bible is not a book of religion, but of life. In fact, in a way, the Bible is a very anti-religious book -- Old Testament and New.  (If you know someone who says, “I don’t go in for this religion stuff,” you might say, “Have I got a book for you!”) What does God say through the prophet Amos? “I take no delight in your solemn assemblies, take away from me the noise of your songs; let justice roll down like waters and righteousness like an ever flowing stream.” So much for religion.

And Jesus: “You are sitting in church and there you remember that your brother has something against you? What are you doing sitting in church? Go – be reconciled to your brother!” So much for religion. Jesus’ harshest words were for the most religious people of his day: “You talk about my teachings with your mouth, you honor me with your lips, but you don't do the things I say to do. In vain you worship me, teaching human commandments as the doctrine of God.” So much for religion.

The word religion has an honorable meaning and background, but it is one of the most misunderstood and misused in our vocabulary. Rather than a set of rules, as Pastor Mike reminded us last week, reading in James: “Here is true religion – to take care of the widows and orphans.” James is echoing Jesus in today’s gospel: “Good news to the poor, recovery of sight to the blind, let the oppressed go free…,” and Amos – true religion is “let justice roll down….”

And justice means that I am called to a life bigger than myself, I’ve been freed from a fearful, selfish concern for my own life, freed in Christ. Justice, righteousness (the rightness of things) means I am called to look out for the life of the widow, the orphan, the poor, the oppressed. As someone said at election time, the question, “Are you better off today than you were four years ago?” is not a Christian question. (It's just selfishness.) The Christian question is, “Is my neighbor better off…? Are the poor better off?” Let justice roll down.

So if it’s not about religion – in fact if the Bible is an anti-religious book, and faith is something other than “religion” – then what is it about? Life. There is no intricate word play needed here; Jesus says it quite directly: “I have come that you may have life – life in all its abundance.” How dare we turn the richness of this faith into religious rules – especially rules that we can direct at other people? It is the wholeness of life itself that Jesus invites us – and all – into.

It is religious rules that drove the nails into the cross, but the tables are turned, for, as Paul says, the law itself is nailed to the cross with Christ. It is religious rules that drove the nails – the gift of resurrection is the gift of life. And, in Paul’s striking image, we see the law book fluttering in the breeze, nailed to the cross. No intricate wordplay, no twisted interpretation needed. Paul says quite directly, “Christ is the end of the law.”

Martin Luther had a liberating, life-changing experience when – lost in his own despair and sinfulness – he read, in Romans, that we are forgiven and saved as a free gift of God’s grace, and not by rules of repentance. My life and my revelation is not as dramatic as Luther’s, but I felt something similar when I read, in Dietrich Bonhoeffer’s “Letters and Papers from Prison,” that “Jesus didn’t come to make us religious – he came to give us life!” But it wasn’t new with Bonhoeffer – it’s what Jesus had told us all along.

One part of a “religious” life is a kind of base selfishness: I want to keep these rules so that I, personally, can live forever. But if God’s grace is enough, if my salvation is a free gift, then what becomes of a life of rule-keeping? Well, for one thing, as Mike said last week, “I can’t do it -- I cannot do it!” For another, I am called not to religion, but to life – life that is given away freely for the sake of my Lord Jesus Christ and for the sake of others, in which I discover all that life can be. And more than that, in baptism I am born into the life of Christ. How I live is not a matter of rules, but identity. I’m a child of God! I’m a son of the king! Living this life is who I am!

As another of my mentors, Big Jeff Rohr of blessed memory, once said (in another post-graduate moment that taught me something new), “I trust God to his promises of the life to come, but living the Christian life is reward enough.”

Paul says that “Faith, Hope, and love abide,” and the greatest of these is love. I don’t see religion in that list.

And so, this is not a religious assembly. It is the “body of Christ.” It is an assembly of faith, hope, and love, where “nothing in my hand I bring simply to thy cross I cling.” Where we open-handedly and open-heartedly receive life – life in all its abundance – in the name of Jesus Christ, through whose Spirit we learn something new – are changed – every day.