Archive for June, 2012

Follow Jesus. It’s a good way to irritate people.

Tuesday, June 19th, 2012

Mark 4:26-34
June 17, 2012
Steve Hammond

I brought one of my flower boxes this morning because we are talking about a couple of stories that Jesus told about plants. I wish I had a before picture. Because just about a month ago, when I planted these flowers in this box, there wasn’t much there. Four petunia plants, each with one flower on them. A couple of vines with one flower on them that barely made it over the top of the box. And just a little clump or whatever these yellow things are. And because if you want to make petunias flower, you have to pinch the first flowers off. I just did them a couple at a time. But it didn’t look like much just a month ago. Now look.

What did I do to make them grow like this. Not much. Just watered them. It’s like the guy in the story Jesus told. He just threw out some seed and didn’t do much else. But this amazingly wonderful thing happens. Botanists can tell you how it works, but it is still a wonder.

Jesus said this is kind of what the realm or the reign of God is like. The seeds get scattered and you get something beautiful, even though you didn’t do much to make it happen, nor are quite able to explain it.

Gardens, fields, and even flower boxes don’t always go well. And it just seems like something has interrupted the whole process. It seems that way with the realm of God sometimes. We don’t seem to be getting where we ought to be going.

Do you know that story in Jeremiah, where the people of Israel were under siege, and the survivors were just about to get carted off to exile in Babylon? The end was near. The people were wondering what had happened with that business about the reign of God. How could that mean anything if God’s enemies were just about to overwhelm God’s people and lay waste to Jerusalem, the city of God?

Do you remember that really odd thing Jeremiah did? Not the walking around naked thing with the yoke on his shoulders? Here at the end, when the enemy was just about to breach the walls of the city, Jeremiah gets a real estate agent and buys a lot so he can build a house. Now there’s not going to be any building going on in Jerusalem for more than 70 years. And Jeremiah knew that.

This was not some desperate act to rally the folk for their last stand, but Jeremiah’s trust that this was not the end of the story. The seed had been planted. The reign of God had not come to an end. It would blossom forth, even if at that time it was just a seed planted in the dark earth.

Kate Huey, writes this for the United Church of Christ blog(http://www.ucc.org/worship/samuel/june-17-2012-
eleventh-sunday-in-ordinary-time.html). “There’s so much around us today, as there always has been, that may press us down in spirit. We see war and hatred, prejudice and injustice, hunger and violence, the everyday grind of so many lives, the apparent hopelessness and intractability of some problems and conditions. It’s difficult indeed to know the ways of God, so often hidden from view or not detected (or noticed) by us. Nevertheless God is at work always and everywhere, bringing about God’s will in unexpected and marvelous ways, like the amazing things that can grow from the tiniest of seeds. I am reminded of Henry David Thoreau’s words, ‘I have great faith in a seed. Convince me that you have a seed there, and I am prepared to expect wonders.’”

The next story Jesus tells in Mark’s Gospel is the more famous one about the tiny mustard seed that sprouts into this amazingly huge bush. It’s a great story and it picks up on this thing we like about the little guy, the underdog, accomplishing this surprising and inspiring feat.

The people who first heard this story, though, must have really been shaking their heads. They knew all about mustard plants. They were indeed these massive plants that sprung from very tiny seeds, and took over. They were these awful weeds, that once they got established in your field or garden were almost impossible to get rid of. Mustard plants were the first century Palestinian version of kudzu, that plant that has over run the Southern United States (show the picture).

So I think that Jesus is telling us that the realm of God is something that is going to irritate a lot of people and they are going to do their best to root it out before it overtakes these nice little gardens they have grown. These gardens of racism, nationalism, sexism, and homophobia. These fields where the idea is to fence out others through religious intolerance, class warfare, and prejudice. These whole farms grown on greed and oppression where they shake their fists at God saying we don’t want you here.

This seed that Jesus tells us that God has sewn are not to make us into nice little people, in nice little churches. We’re not supposed to be nice. We’re supposed to be irritating.

Oberlin is a town that was founded to irritate people. You read the stories and you realize the Oberlin Project, that first Oberlin Project of 1833, was not well received. Both church and society in the United States wanted to eradicate Oberlinianism before it got out of hand and took over the garden. It was dangerous stuff.

How, preachers thundered from their pulpits, could those heretics in Oberlin claim that God’s salvation was open to all? Didn’t people realize, many an editorialist wrote, that working to free slaves and educating men and women, blacks and whites together would undermine the nation? This Evangelical reform movement that was springing up in places like Oberlin had to be wiped out before it was too late. Who knew what might grow from that tiny seed?

The authorities thought they had found a way to destroy the mustard plant called Oberlin by passing the Fugitive Slave Act in 1850. Oberlin, and places like it, would be violating the law if they harbored escaped slaves. And violate the law we did. Charles Finney could do his own thundering from the pulpit and he said there was not way the people of Oberlin were going to obey such an unjust law that so blatantly violated the laws of God.

It all came to a head with the Oberlin/Wellington Rescue when escaped slave John Price was rescued from the bounty hunters. This is why Nate Brandt titled his book about Oberlin, “The Town that Started the Civil War.” After the actions of Oberlin, those who wanted to preserve slavery decided the only way they could do it was by going to war.

This little seed that God planted became this big, old irritating bush right here in this town. And we are still irritating people. I just got a facebook note the other day from someone chastising me and this church for welcoming gay and lesbian people into our midst. You take some chances with some of the folk you friend.

And it turns out the anti-slavery work of Oberlin is still not finished. The other day I was listening to one of my podcasts where the person being interviewed had just written a book about people who go about re-enacting wars. He said the biggest problem Civil War re-enacters run into is that everybody wants to fight for the South, they have to make people fight for the North, with the promise that in a couple of years they can join the Confederacy.

Think about that. They think that the side that fought to preserve slavery was made up of the good guys. We’ve got some irritating we need to do.

Here in this little box of flowers the most amazing thing has happened, even though I am the one who is supposed to be tending it. Like the realm of God, it just keeps growing.

As we get ready to end up I thought I would share this reflection by Bruce Epperly, whose blog is called The Adventurous Lectionary (http://www.patheos.com/blogs/livingaholyadventure/2012/06/the-adventurous-lectionary-the-third-sunday-after-
pentecost/).
“There is a quiet movement of grace in our lives. Unheralded, and mostly unobserved, changing the world not by bravado or coercion, or even celebrity status or miraculous demonstrations, but by constantly growing grace and emerging presence. The miracle is in the moment – every moment. Mustard seeds abound, seeds of grace are scattered broadly, children grow into leaders, and new creation bursts forth out of ashes. Look deeply, feel sensitively, and pray constantly. Awaken your heart, train your senses. God is moving providentially in subtle moments of growth and surprise.”

Look at us. Just this little seed. But Jesus says we can be really, really irritating if we want..

Follow Jesus. It’s a good way to irritate people.

Tuesday, June 19th, 2012

Mark 4:26-34
June 17, 2012
Steve Hammond

I brought one of my flower boxes this morning because we are talking about a couple of stories that Jesus told about plants. I wish I had a before picture. Because just about a month ago, when I planted these flowers in this box, there wasn’t much there. Four petunia plants, each with one flower on them. A couple of vines with one flower on them that barely made it over the top of the box. And just a little clump or whatever these yellow things are. And because if you want to make petunias flower, you have to pinch the first flowers off. I just did them a couple at a time. But it didn’t look like much just a month ago. Now look.

What did I do to make them grow like this. Not much. Just watered them. It’s like the guy in the story Jesus told. He just threw out some seed and didn’t do much else. But this amazingly wonderful thing happens. Botanists can tell you how it works, but it is still a wonder.

Jesus said this is kind of what the realm or the reign of God is like. The seeds get scattered and you get something beautiful, even though you didn’t do much to make it happen, nor are quite able to explain it.

Gardens, fields, and even flower boxes don’t always go well. And it just seems like something has interrupted the whole process. It seems that way with the realm of God sometimes. We don’t seem to be getting where we ought to be going.

Do you know that story in Jeremiah, where the people of Israel were under siege, and the survivors were just about to get carted off to exile in Babylon? The end was near. The people were wondering what had happened with that business about the reign of God. How could that mean anything if God’s enemies were just about to overwhelm God’s people and lay waste to Jerusalem, the city of God?

Do you remember that really odd thing Jeremiah did? Not the walking around naked thing with the yoke on his shoulders? Here at the end, when the enemy was just about to breach the walls of the city, Jeremiah gets a real estate agent and buys a lot so he can build a house. Now there’s not going to be any building going on in Jerusalem for more than 70 years. And Jeremiah knew that.

This was not some desperate act to rally the folk for their last stand, but Jeremiah’s trust that this was not the end of the story. The seed had been planted. The reign of God had not come to an end. It would blossom forth, even if at that time it was just a seed planted in the dark earth.

Kate Huey, writes this for the United Church of Christ blog(http://www.ucc.org/worship/samuel/june-17-2012-
eleventh-sunday-in-ordinary-time.html). “There’s so much around us today, as there always has been, that may press us down in spirit. We see war and hatred, prejudice and injustice, hunger and violence, the everyday grind of so many lives, the apparent hopelessness and intractability of some problems and conditions. It’s difficult indeed to know the ways of God, so often hidden from view or not detected (or noticed) by us. Nevertheless God is at work always and everywhere, bringing about God’s will in unexpected and marvelous ways, like the amazing things that can grow from the tiniest of seeds. I am reminded of Henry David Thoreau’s words, ‘I have great faith in a seed. Convince me that you have a seed there, and I am prepared to expect wonders.’”

The next story Jesus tells in Mark’s Gospel is the more famous one about the tiny mustard seed that sprouts into this amazingly huge bush. It’s a great story and it picks up on this thing we like about the little guy, the underdog, accomplishing this surprising and inspiring feat.

The people who first heard this story, though, must have really been shaking their heads. They knew all about mustard plants. They were indeed these massive plants that sprung from very tiny seeds, and took over. They were these awful weeds, that once they got established in your field or garden were almost impossible to get rid of. Mustard plants were the first century Palestinian version of kudzu, that plant that has over run the Southern United States (show the picture).

So I think that Jesus is telling us that the realm of God is something that is going to irritate a lot of people and they are going to do their best to root it out before it overtakes these nice little gardens they have grown. These gardens of racism, nationalism, sexism, and homophobia. These fields where the idea is to fence out others through religious intolerance, class warfare, and prejudice. These whole farms grown on greed and oppression where they shake their fists at God saying we don’t want you here.

This seed that Jesus tells us that God has sewn are not to make us into nice little people, in nice little churches. We’re not supposed to be nice. We’re supposed to be irritating.

Oberlin is a town that was founded to irritate people. You read the stories and you realize the Oberlin Project, that first Oberlin Project of 1833, was not well received. Both church and society in the United States wanted to eradicate Oberlinianism before it got out of hand and took over the garden. It was dangerous stuff.

How, preachers thundered from their pulpits, could those heretics in Oberlin claim that God’s salvation was open to all? Didn’t people realize, many an editorialist wrote, that working to free slaves and educating men and women, blacks and whites together would undermine the nation? This Evangelical reform movement that was springing up in places like Oberlin had to be wiped out before it was too late. Who knew what might grow from that tiny seed?

The authorities thought they had found a way to destroy the mustard plant called Oberlin by passing the Fugitive Slave Act in 1850. Oberlin, and places like it, would be violating the law if they harbored escaped slaves. And violate the law we did. Charles Finney could do his own thundering from the pulpit and he said there was not way the people of Oberlin were going to obey such an unjust law that so blatantly violated the laws of God.

It all came to a head with the Oberlin/Wellington Rescue when escaped slave John Price was rescued from the bounty hunters. This is why Nate Brandt titled his book about Oberlin, “The Town that Started the Civil War.” After the actions of Oberlin, those who wanted to preserve slavery decided the only way they could do it was by going to war.

This little seed that God planted became this big, old irritating bush right here in this town. And we are still irritating people. I just got a facebook note the other day from someone chastising me and this church for welcoming gay and lesbian people into our midst. You take some chances with some of the folk you friend.

And it turns out the anti-slavery work of Oberlin is still not finished. The other day I was listening to one of my podcasts where the person being interviewed had just written a book about people who go about re-enacting wars. He said the biggest problem Civil War re-enacters run into is that everybody wants to fight for the South, they have to make people fight for the North, with the promise that in a couple of years they can join the Confederacy.

Think about that. They think that the side that fought to preserve slavery was made up of the good guys. We’ve got some irritating we need to do.

Here in this little box of flowers the most amazing thing has happened, even though I am the one who is supposed to be tending it. Like the realm of God, it just keeps growing.

As we get ready to end up I thought I would share this reflection by Bruce Epperly, whose blog is called The Adventurous Lectionary (http://www.patheos.com/blogs/livingaholyadventure/2012/06/the-adventurous-lectionary-the-third-sunday-after-
pentecost/).
“There is a quiet movement of grace in our lives. Unheralded, and mostly unobserved, changing the world not by bravado or coercion, or even celebrity status or miraculous demonstrations, but by constantly growing grace and emerging presence. The miracle is in the moment – every moment. Mustard seeds abound, seeds of grace are scattered broadly, children grow into leaders, and new creation bursts forth out of ashes. Look deeply, feel sensitively, and pray constantly. Awaken your heart, train your senses. God is moving providentially in subtle moments of growth and surprise.”

Look at us. Just this little seed. But Jesus says we can be really, really irritating if we want..

Visions of Impossible Possibility

Friday, June 8th, 2012

Ezekiel 37:1-14 and Romans 8:22-27

Commencement Weekend and Campus Ministry Sunday
Peace Community Church, Oberlin Ohio
May 27, 2012

Rev. Dr. Andrea C. White, Assistant Professor of Theology and Culture
Emory University Candler School of Theology

Have you ever considered how oxymoronic the phrase “campus ministry” really is? When it comes to Oberlin, at least, the word “campus” conjures up images of all that is entailed in a life of the mind. “Ministry,” on the other hand, is by our cultural standards, a soft word, it is about urgings of the heart. The oxymoron is like the age-old dichotomy that has befuddled philosophers and theologians alike for centuries, the dichotomy of faith and reason, Christ and culture, church and world. The practice of campus ministry is based on a paradox. And what’s worse, the contradictory terms are hierarchical. Ministry is secondary, if not inferior, to the intellectual pursuits of the liberal arts. How do you even begin to think, let alone do, ministry on a campus such as Oberlin College, a community of inquiry that takes so seriously the rigor of critical thinking. Nurturing convictions of faith is not only excluded from such heady endeavors, but is a downright impediment.

By raising this question, I am returning to the problem that occupied my own experience of campus life when twenty years ago I wrote a thesis on faith and reason in analytic and continental philosophy. I won’t take the trouble to flesh out the differences between analytic and continental philosophy, but suffice it to say, it is like forcing a conversation between Democrats and Republicans in an election year. And maybe that is a good metaphor for what Steve and Mary are up to in their efforts to take on campus ministry, their work to encourage unlikely conversation partners and help students fit a life of the mind into the life of faith.

I wonder if Steve and Mary ever face campus ministry and feel as if they are standing in a valley of dry bones—which is by no means to suggest that Oberlin College students are dead. It is to say that the challenges before them are probably not unlike the challenge of a prophet being called to participate in the divine act of resurrection. How to get faith to count for young adults who are passionately engrossed in philosophy and literature and bassoon and music theory and politics and activism and protest. The remarkable thing about Peace Community Church and what it is all about is the way in which it lives and breathes the intersection of body and spirit. It is a living microcosmic model of an all-too-rare working relationship between church and the world. The Christian church is floundering because of the binary and divisive way it conceives of its own ecclesial identity. Either conservative or liberal, the church finds itself choosing between so-called authentic readings of scripture on the one hand or fighting for social justice on the other, as if the two are ever mutually exclusive. But for all these dichotomies that pervade our thinking, the campus ministry of this church shows that Christian faith is a matter for the public square, that however scandalous the cross, Christ has everything to do with culture.

That was the hook that lured me in 1986 when I first walked through the doors of what we then called First Baptist Church—hearing the message that justice mattered to Jesus; that protest was not something you did outside the church, but in and with the church—protest not born of cynicism, but arising out of hope in the Spirit’s power to transform, hope in the outrageous belief in resurrection as impossible possibility.

Now, to be frank, I will take the preacher’s privilege and indulge in a confessional moment to share with you that I first came to FBC because it was where the “cool” people came to church. When you are eighteen and nineteen years old, it takes all of thirty seconds for the antennas to identify who the cool people are and when you are a first-year student, the cool people are to be found among the juniors and seniors. Naturally when you get an invitation to go to church with the cool juniors and seniors, you know the church they are going to is cool too. And they were right. I heard Steve and Mary tackle scripture as if their very being exuded the words on the page. Loving and supporting my classmates, Julie Rusling and Julie Reuning-Scherer and Joyce Stickney, who would go on to become brilliant seminary students, as much as they loved my neighbor, Louie who literally struggled to survive. Their love was a form of protest, protest against all manifestations of church where people look the same.
Last Sunday Steve gave a sermon about the ministry of proclamation and proximity and in that sermon he quoted Baptist minister, Jake Myers who happens to be my doctoral student at Emory University. When I sat in these pews twenty years ago I could never have envisioned that I would be standing behind this pulpit as an ordained American Baptist minister or that I would be on the faculty of a university with doctoral students in my charge. Our passage from Ezekiel 37 is the most well-known resurrection story in the Old Testament and it would be a fitting metaphor for the kind of transformation that took place for me, once a college student who struggled to get out of bed on Sunday mornings to later become pastor of Aldrich Baptist Church and now to work as a professor of theology, training graduate students at Emory University’s Candler School of Theology to become ministers and leaders of the church and professors in theological education. The campus ministry of this church is the starting point of that story, it is fundamental to my personal faith narrative. But the story of Ezekiel is no metaphor. It is not poetry or rhetorical flourish. It is not a message about the power of positive thinking or human aspirations or human achievement. It is a vision about an exiled people, a prophet called to walk in a garden of death and witness the movement of the Spirit. It is a story about the Spirit’s radical intervention, a story that gives flesh—literally—to the meaning of resurrection and what it means to hope in things unseen.
But before we move too quickly to the happy-ending of the rising of dead bones, the ministry of Peace Community Church has taught us to read this story a bit more slowly. The ministry of Peace Community Church teaches us not to let the remains of the alien disappear into a triumphal vision. We have learned that it is only from a position of power and privilege that we are able to remove ourselves from that place where the vulnerable live without hope and vultures devour flesh. If we conceive of an otherworldly end so easily subsuming all that has come before, it is because we are frankly uncomfortable walking among those who have been exiled or sitting at table with those who live in the margins. We cannot grasp the meaning of resurrection without first directing our gaze to the skeletal remains. For when resurrection is granted self-sufficient finality we have domesticated the shame of exile, we have read all traces of the other out of the text. Our passage in Romans 8 urges us, “For if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience” (Romans 8:25; emphasis added). So it is with patience that we wait for the Spirit of God to breathe upon the slain. It is with patience that we wait for the bones to stand on their feet.
The prophet’s vision is about a community in exile that feels it has reached the end of all hope. Exile is not just homelessness, exile is death. Death in massive proportion and in advanced and final stages. The valley of dry bones is the place where the Spirit appears invisible, if not entirely absent. It describes the everyday existence of the widow, the orphan, the poor, the oppressed, those who are denied a claim to their place, who are vulnerable to the hoarders of wealth and power and vulnerable to the gods of violence.
Womanist scholar, Cheryl Kirk-Duggan minces no words when she describes the god of violence:

Violence titillates and terrorizes us. Packaged in celluloid and running for one hundred and twenty minutes, sagas of blood, guts, and gore with fast action, terrific cinematography, a provocative and sultry music score, and actors exhibiting . . . high-profile careers are the things that make for an Oscar. That same ethos packaged in a forty-ounce bottle, a one hundred-proof flask, or a [container] of nose candy, thrust on our neighbors or the folks down the block, next door, across the street, . . . or in exclusive [condominiums] . . . , reeks of . . . dehumanization . . . . Such deviant conduct results in domestic abuse, [violence, addiction, even murder]—making violence a number one public health menace. Violence is a public health crisis. . . . An adrenaline rush compels [people] to kill spirits, minds, and bodies.1

Such violence is personal and individual, it is also communal and systemic. And our globalization means we are no longer innocent bystanders. Our culture celebrates wars, marvels at ethnic cleansings, seeks human sacrifices and gawks at ritualized murders and interracial violence. Cheryl Kirk-Duggan boldly speaks out: “Our nationhood is rooted in violence. This union developed on lands taken from native peoples, moistened by their trail of tears. Much of the labor in this country constructing buildings and railroads, producing goods in factories and through farming, has been accomplished through subjugation and slavery. We have canonized and ritualized this violence in our national anthem with ‘bombs bursting in air.’”2
The church in the world is rarely triumphant. The church in the world is gritty and raw. The church is called to get its hands dirty. It is called by the Spirit to walk in a mass grave of very dry dead bones. In the face of such desolation and despair, for those who are charged with the preservation of the faith, what is reasonable to expect? “Can these bones live?” “O Lord God, you know.”
Then God says to Ezekiel, “Prophesy to these bones.” And it is at this point that the vision looks utopian in the most pejorative sense, hopelessly idealized and completely removed from reality. The nation is not dying, it is dead. Israel is actually defunct. So when Ezekiel is called to partner with God in this radical intervention, his response requires an almost unimaginable risk.
It has been quite a while, probably a few years, since my seven year-old daughter declared the story of David and Goliath as her favorite Bible story. It has always worried me that she is drawn to a story of conquest, but last Sunday I was confronted with something even more worrisome. My daughter formulated the theological question, that million-dollar question that befuddles each and every one of us. “Mom,” she said, “the story of David and Goliath is about a little boy trusting in God, but what about Goliath? Doesn’t God love him too? Why does God want Goliath to die?” I knew the question would come sooner or later, in some form or other, but I did not anticipate precisely how unprepared I would feel. I am a professor of theology after all. The question came as I was focused on picking up my four year-old from daycare and rushing to get both girls strapped into their car seats, so we would arrive at their dentist appointment on time. I’m thinking about fluoride toothpaste and Mara is thinking about death and divine justice.
“Can these bones live?” God asks the question when the prophet Ezekiel is led by the Spirit to the middle of a valley of bones, dead and dry. The question is less about God’s capacity to revive the dry bones than it is a question of whether the God who is committed to God’s people is giving up on them or whether God is to give them life anew.3 “Can these bones live” is not a question of divine power, but a question of justice. Are the dry bones the result of unjust suffering or righteous condemnation as a consequence of sin? If God allows the chosen people of Israel to remain in the grave, there will no longer be a witness in the world to the divine glory. God’s care for this particular people is paradoxically the guarantee that God’s providential care is universal. From the compost of dead Israel there is hope for the rest of the world.
The reviving of the dead bones is about the Spirit’s transformative power to make us completely new when all hope is lost and signs of life are utterly absent. Still, the ultimate goal is not the human benefit of new life, but the rescue of God’s name. Ezekiel’s vision sees that God is exiled along with God’s people. Divine presence is not visible. God explains, “ I will cover you with skin, and put breath in you, and you shall live, [so that] you shall know that I am the Lord” (Ezekiel 37:6; emphasis added).
After we have gazed at the skeletal remains of an exiled people, we come to see that hope is political and resurrection is subversive, and it is in these divine acts that we see God. Resurrection is subversive because it contradicts the political reality and social order and in so doing it gives hope to the oppressed that transformation is possible. Resurrection of these dead bones is the impossible possibility.
Hope is deeply theological and political. It is not wishful thinking or an optimistic outlook. Optimism, after all, has its downsides. Optimism for a better future can overlook the suffering and injustice in the present. On the other hand, optimism that recognizes injustice can become despair when unexpected difficulties set in. Theologian Kathryn Tanner suggests that perhaps what Christian hope needs is a less optimistic world-view. What is our vision of God’s future? Sometimes what we envision as God’s future mirrors life as we know it. Since there are masters and slaves on earth, there are masters and slaves in heaven. In this case our moral imagination does not expand beyond what we already know. In this case hope in things unseen does not prompt us to improve things because our vision of hope does not give us a reason to think there is anything better. On the other hand, a fantastic vision makes us despair of ever getting there from here. If we focus all our attention on everything that is impossible to achieve in this world, we become distracted from even the achievable goals. Oddly enough, optimism can lead to nihilistic despair.4 The Book of Wisdom puts it this way:

Our life is short and full of trouble, and when [the human being] comes to the end there is no remedy; no [one] has ever been known to return from the grave . . . come then, let us enjoy the good things while we can, and make full use of the creation, with all the eagerness of youth . . . Down with the poor and honest [person]! Let us tread [them] under foot . . . For us let might be right! (Wisdom 2:1, 6, 10, NEB)

Instead of optimism that is unimaginative or that results in despair, we are called to a kind of ethical hope, a hope that expresses dissatisfaction with the status quo and makes a strong cry for action and a world transformed. “Prophesy to these bones.” Hope in God and in the vision of God’s future has to do with a new level of relationship with God, one that is both risk-taking but also grounded in grace—shored up from God’s side in virtue of the gift of the Spirit of Christ.
The raising of the dead bones seems to be a utopian vision, but the hope in resurrection is not pie in the sky, but fundamental to our faith. Not because we require miracles for God to prove that God is God, but because hope in God’s future is meant to transform the way we live in the present. It reorients us toward God’s intentions for creation. To view resurrection as simply evidence of divine power is to miss the meaning of new life. Steven Kraftchick, my colleague at Emory and former Oberlin professor of New Testament Studies, says, “Resurrection hope is first and foremost a claim about history and not a claim established by it.”5 Resurrection hope sets up our existence as one that is open to risk, “a commitment to seek God’s ultimate goals of righteousness and peace.” It is to commit ourselves, he explains, “to the expectation of transformation and renewal.” And because resurrection is a sign of redemption for the entire created order, it shows that creation has worth in its own right. And if that is true, then creation cannot be used as a commodity. “Far from removing us from the concerns of creation,” far from an otherworldly utopian dream state, resurrection belief serves “to integrate us even more with the created world.”6
That means that to trust in resurrection is to patiently wait, in a spirit of expectation, for God’s justice to come. Imagine how our world would be turned on its head if we lived as if this were true. Imagine if God’s vision of impossible possibility was our own.
The rising of dead bones in a valley of death is God’s act of protest against complacency, against our inability to recognize the dignity of those living in exile who are standing right before us. The rising of dead bones is a protest against every political and religious reality that ignores or eliminates those it deems alien and different. Kraftchick reminds us that by raising Jesus from the dead, God indicts the social and political systems that executed him. The resurrection calls us to protest against every state and religious body that confuses its own desires for the will of God and its own reasoning for God’s wisdom. Those committed to resurrection hope must raise voices of resistance to “all apparent realities that would extinguish this hope.”7

Therefore prophecy to these bones and say to them, Thus says the Lord God: I am going to open your graves, and bring you up from your graves, O my people; And you shall know that I am the Lord, when I open your graves, and bring you up from your graves, O my people. I will put my spirit within you, and you shall live, and I will place you on your own soil; then you shall know that I, the Lord, have spoken and will act (Ezekiel 37:12-14).

Amen and amen.

REFERENCES

Allen, Leslie C. “Structure, Tradition and Redaction in Ezekiel’s Death Valley Vision.” In Among the Prophets: Language, Image and Structure in the Prophetic Writings, ed. Philip R. Davies and David J.A. Clines. Sheffield, England: Journal for the Study of the Old Testament Supplement Series 144 (1993): 127-142.

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Exceeds Expectations

Sunday, June 3rd, 2012

Romans 8:15-25
June 3, 2012
Steve Hammond

Do you remember that story at the beginning of the Book of Acts, when Jesus is still hanging out with the disciples in his post resurrection days, and the disciples ask Jesus if he is fixing to restore the kingdom to Israel? Unlike what many people do with all this end times stuff today, Jesus told them that’s really not what they need to spend there time thinking about. He tole them They won’t get that kind of information from God. But what they will get is the Holy Spirit.

And he was right. We didn’t really talk about Pentecost last week with it being Commencement Weekend. But you know the story. That little band of Jesus followers was in their hide out when the Spirit did show up with the wind and the tongues of fire. Suddenly they lost their fear of the authorities and went running out into the streets, proclaiming the Word of God and talking about Jesus. And much to their surprise, everybody understood what they were saying. Even all those foreigners whose spoke different languages like the folk from Cappodicia, Asia and Egypt and Lybia, Rome, and even the Cretans and Arabs. These people understood what the Jesus followers were saying and it began to dawn on Peter and the rest that the kingdom was being restored, all right, but not just to Israel, but to the whole world.

What did we just read from Romans 8? “The created world itself can hardly wait for what’s coming next. Everything in creation is being more or less held back. God reins it in until both creation and all the creatures are ready and can be released at the same moment into the glorious times ahead. Meanwhile, the joyful anticipation deepens.”

The coming of the Spirit is about the whole world being set loose, being set free. It’s like the Exodus story. The Spirit, the cloud of presence, like she did with the children of Israel, is leading us to a new land. But this is not a piece of geography where we are going. Rather we are headed toward a new creation, something the Spirit calls us to help create along the way.

And everybody is called, everybody gets to help. Peter stood there that Pentecost morning and realized what was going on was right out of the book of Joel.

“In the Last Days,” God says,
“I will pour out my Spirit
on every kind of people:
Your sons will prophesy,
also your daughters;
Your young men will see visions,
your old men dream dreams.
When the time comes,
I’ll pour out my Spirit
On those who serve me, men and women both,
and they’ll prophesy.
I’ll set wonders in the sky above
and signs on the earth below… “

The people were stunned by the wonder of what was happening in the streets of Jerusalem that morning. God was, by far, exceeding expectations, going far beyond what anyone was imaging God might do. And further than many of them even wanted God to go.

The whole Bible, though, is about God going over the top. God speaks this world into existence and look at it. It’s beautiful. It’s magnificent. God not only tells Abraham that he is going to have a child in his old age, but that he is going to become the father of many nations. This is a God, the Psalmist tells us, who not only walks with us through the valley of the shadow of death, but prepares a feast for us in the presence of our enemies. Mary, the Mother of Jesus, sings about a God who brings down the mighty and lifts up the lowly. Jesus welcome prostitutes, and tax collectors, and drunks into his company. He tells us not to forgive somebody just once, or even 7 times, but 7 times 70 times. Why? Because God’s forgiveness is so extravagant, so over the top. Remember that woman who got in so much trouble because she learned something about God’s extravagance from Jesus, and poured that expensive perfume all over him?

Think about how over the top the Sermon on the Mount is. Loving your enemies. The meek inheriting the earth. Peacemakers being called the children of God. Doing to others just like you would have them do to or for you. Looking to the lilies of the field rather than our bank accounts for wealth.

And then in this passage we read from Romans 8, Paul talks about the extravagance of God that leads to resurrection. And not just for Jesus, but for all of us. It wasn’t enough for God to raise Jesus from the dead, but God raised us all with Jesus. That’s over the top in a big way, so we can help God, we can follow where the Spirit is leading to bring life to this world.

It turns out that it’s not enough for God to call a whole universe into being, or even raise Jesus from the dead, and the rest of us with him. God wants a family.

Do you remember how Jesus not only called God Father, but even Papa? That was totally radical stuff when people first heard Jesus talk about God that way. No one ever thought of thinking of God as Father, much less Papa until Jesus came along. But I don’t imagine Jesus expects it to stop there. It makes sense that the over the top God would want to be Mama, too. The stars, the moon, the mountains, the oceans. It’s not enough for God. God wants sons and daughters who will pass along the family legacy. And what have we inherited? Not the 411 about the end of the world, but the Spirit. Your sons will prophesy,
also your daughters;
Your young men will see visions,
your old men dream dreams.

Pentecost itself is way over the top. New courage found, expectations shattered, and a new world to create. Barriers are broken down between Jew and Gentile, men and women, slave and free. We discover that not just some of us are one in Christ, but all of us are. We don’t need to be setting limits on God, when it turns out that God is not very good with boundaries. That’s surely what Peter and the others learned on Pentecost that morning.

I think this passage from Romans begs us to think about what happens in our lives, and in our world, when the Spirit grabs hold of us. What’s it mean to live in the family of God? To come alive with Christ? What is the creation expecting from us? Where is that cloud of presence leading us? And who are we going with?

All of creation is waiting for God’s daughters and sons to claim their places in the family of God and exceed expectations. What’s God going to give us? The Spirit. And where is she going to take us? Way beyond expectations.