When Mary came where Jesus was and saw him, she knelt at his feet and said to him, “Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died.” When Jesus saw her weeping, and the Jews who came with her also weeping, he was greatly disturbed in spirit and deeply moved. He said, “Where have you laid him?” They said to him, “Lord, come and see.” Jesus began to weep. So the Jews said, “See how he loved him!” But some of them said, “Could not he who opened the eyes of the blind man have kept this man from dying?”
Then Jesus, again greatly disturbed, came to the tomb. It was a cave, and a stone was lying against it. Jesus said, “Take away the stone.” Martha, the sister of the dead man, said to him, “Lord, already there is a stench because he has been dead four days.” Jesus said to her, “Did I not tell you that if you believed, you would see the glory of God?” So they took away the stone. And Jesus looked upward and said, “Father, I thank you for having heard me. I knew that you always hear me, but I have said this for the sake of the crowd standing here, so that they may believe that you sent me.” When he had said this, he cried with a loud voice, “Lazarus, come out!” The dead man came out, his hands and feet bound with strips of cloth, and his face wrapped in a cloth. Jesus said to them, “Unbind him, and let him go.”
Good afternoon. Thank you for being here with us as we celebrate All Saints Day and All Souls Day. We have taken this opportunity to honor our lost loved ones as a way for you to enter into community with us, as I’m sure there are a few of you out there who are not part of the United Church of Christ or the Disciples of Christ. We’re glad you’re here. For many, this is a difficult day to celebrate. This service asks that we recall those who have impacted our lives, but are no longer with us. In this service, we celebrate death. That ominous, ever-present presence that we so try to ignore. That force that forces its way into our lives sooner or later, leaving specters in our memories that don’t always bring comfort or joy. Indeed, loss is hard. I know. I’m well-seasoned in it, being 28* and having lost (on average) a friend per year starting at age 13. Personally, this day comes with so much to remember. All those memories: good, bad, ambiguous, strange and frightening. All of them revealing those pieces of myself that have been formed by them. All those times I had to take a hard look at life and decide how to proceed upon news of their deaths. Loss doesn’t get easier the more you experience it. Each one brings its own set of questions and things left undone. Each one feels a little bit lonely. So, I’m glad you’re here.
Sometimes, it feels like life has been a collection of losses, and my task is to remember each one with poignancy and grace. I know that’s not true, but I often don’t realize it until I’m laughing my way through a memory. Continue reading “A Homily for All Saints/Souls Day”→
I gave this sermon on April 12, 2015 at First Church Cambridge. It’s now May. I’ll be honest: I completely forgot to post it. Forgive me? I sure hope so…
20:19 When it was evening on that day, the first day of the week, and the doors of the house where the disciples had met were locked for fear of the Jews, Jesus came and stood among them and said, “Peace be with you.” After he said this, he showed them his hands and his side. Then the disciples rejoiced when they saw the Lord. Jesus said to them again, “Peace be with you. As the Father has sent me, so I send you.” When he had said this, he breathed on them and said to them, “Receive the Holy Spirit. If you forgive the sins of any, they are forgiven them; if you retain the sins of any, they are retained.” But Thomas (who was called the Twin), one of the twelve, was not with them when Jesus came. So the other disciples told him, “We have seen the Lord.” But he said to them, “Unless I see the mark of the nails in his hands, and put my finger in the mark of the nails and my hand in his side, I will not believe.”
A week later his disciples were again in the house, and Thomas was with them. Although the doors were shut, Jesus came and stood among them and said, “Peace be with you.” Then he said to Thomas, “Put your finger here and see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it in my side. Do not doubt but believe.” Thomas answered him, “My Lord and my God!” Jesus said to him, “Have you believed because you have seen me? Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have come to believe.”
Now Jesus did many other signs in the presence of his disciples, which are not written in this book. But these are written so that you may come to believe that Jesus is the Messiah, the Son of God, and that through believing you may have life in his name.
This is the sermon I gave at First Church Cambridge on January 4th, 2015. I will give this a trigger warning for talk of suicide and depression. Please read with care:
Verve Coffee Roasters sits on the corner that separates the two streets with the heaviest foot traffic in Santa Cruz, CA. I began writing this sermon while there, sipping my afternoon coffee, nestled into my favorite window seat watching the people pass by on the Front Street side of the cafe. I can recall the early years of Verve, before it opened the Santa Cruz location, when I had to go the seven miles to Capitola to treat myself to a coffee better than what I could brew at home. Being the coffee snob that I am, it’s hard for me to find something I’m willing to go out of my way for, but that cafe was special. I met my friend Britt there. Continue reading “A Sermon: With You in the Dark”→
I distinctly remember Thursday September 21, 2011. I felt a bit off kilter as if I hadn’t fully woken up all day, and I dreaded having to go to work in the evening. It was the day that Troy Davis was executed in Georgia for a crime that he may not have committed. After rejection of a last minute appeal to the US Supreme Court, he was executed by lethal injection. I had spent months leading up to it informing myself of the case and all the appeals thinking that this time they had to do something in favor of him with the illusive “they” being the US court system and “him” being a black man on death row. They didn’t. I worked my usual 2:30 to 10:30 with an indescribable feeling of heaviness in my bones. Troy Davis died at 11:08pm EDT.
This was also the day that I met Emily. I’ve only encountered her twice in my life. The first time, she came through my line with a small basket of snacks and informed me that she was doing pretty lousy because “they” were about to execute an innocent man. Right then, I wanted to cry because for some reason I felt like I had been seen. It was as if she was speaking directly to my heart and could tell that I was feeling the same thing. I told her that I was trying to stay positive. The court hadn’t rejected the appeal as of 4pm PST. By 6pm, she had called the store to let me know that the court did indeed reject the appeal, and that she was praying for Troy, his family, and me. The second time we met, we were surrounded by a group of unlikely mutual friends. By this time, both of us had forgotten that we had met previously. We all discussed current events and the conversation naturally flowed to the George Zimmerman trial. Once again, Emily was praying, this time for the Martin family, and for George Zimmerman.
Praying is difficult because people have a hard time being vulnerable. We have a hard time opening ourselves to our real needs because those needs might be covered by the dark places in ourselves that we all fear. When we look at this passage, the message is so obvious that it’s difficult to let it wash through the soul to figure out what it’s really trying to communicate. Jesus teaches us to pray in the way that children address their parents. Pray as vulnerably as children would. Children are exposed, raw masses of emotion that couldn’t mask how they truly feel even if they try. Jesus teaches us to pray with this type of unbridled, shameless emotion using simple requests:
Father, bring your kingdom and your justice to us. Give us enough food today to eat today. Give us the forgiveness that we give to others. Do not let others persecute us for who we are.
Simple requests of dire necessity: feed us, forgive us, and bring us justice. Most importantly, let us live to ask again tomorrow. I’m sure that the people who followed Jesus throughout his journey witnessed the urgency of this prayer. It was dangerous to be a Jesus-follower then. There was no guarantee of food, and they were likely to be killed if found. Today, these are all things that we take for granted. Many of us have access to so much food that we waste tons upon tons of it each year. We feel entitled to forgiveness once an apology is made regardless of whether the apology came from a significant amount of self-work in understanding our errors and how to change. We take the very lives we live for granted. In a society where abundance is the norm, we don’t think to pray for things that we think we already have, just the things we want. Often times, what we want most is change.
I’ve learned that change happens in waves. The Civil Rights Movement happened in three waves. The abolition of slavery all the way through Reconstruction was the first wave. The second wave was Brown v. Board and the desegregation of the South all the way through the Black Power movements of the 60s and 70s. The third wave appeared in the form of Affirmative Action and the growth of the feminist movements, the gay rights movement, and the farm worker’s movement. I do believe that we are on the verge of a fourth wave. This fourth wave wants to deconstruct the systemic structures of racism, sexism, ableism, and homophobia.
If you’ve been paying attention to the national news, you may have noticed that there a lot more stories with underlying racism than usual. It’s an elephant in the room that everyone wants so badly to ignore, but it’s right there staring us in the face. That people can stalk, harass, and shoot my brothers terrifies me. That a woman of color in the same state who fired warning shots at her abusive husband can’t claim the self defense and is facing 20 years in prison. Some of these cases spur some action from folks on the outside: justice for Troy Davis, CeCe McDonald, the New Jersey 7, Oscar Grant. All of these movements, though, have been tightly focused on one individual without applying their message more broadly. Justice for Troy Davis; what about me? What about you? With the recent verdict on the Zimmerman trial, the question of how we demand justice for all of us has been on the forefront of my mind. Maybe it’s because Trayvon Martin likely could have been me or my brother or any one of my male cousins. Maybe it’s because justice is an essential piece of God’s kingdom. Maybe, just maybe, it’s because I have this idea that once we figure this out, we will be able to unravel all of our oppressive histories and weave them together to create something beautiful. This is the fourth wave: justice ringing out through the vibrations of many hearts beating with love for all of our brothers and sisters regardless of religion, gender identity, sexuality, or skin color.
In bell hooks’ book All About Love, she writes, “When angels speak of love they tell us it is only by loving that we enter an earthly paradise. They tell us paradise is our home and love our true destiny.” If you look outside of one of these windows, you will see the tops of trees stretching out to the bluest ocean. This is paradise. It’s right here. It can be anywhere, so long as we can stop fearing and start loving one another. We must change whatever it is in us that causes prejudice and hatred.
This is something we need, and it starts with prayer.
We have to pray with patience and perseverance. Verses 5-13 teach us that God answers prayers period—no ifs, ands, or buts. Ask and you shall receive, search and you shall find, knock and the door will be opened for you. One thing that we have to understand is that we cannot begin to understand the will of God, and that sometimes, like all parents, God says no. Sometimes we ask for things that aren’t good for us. Maybe there’s something better in store than what it is that we’re asking. Maybe that hardship is an opportunity for growth that we need more than whatever it is that we’re asking. This doesn’t mean that we have done anything wrong. It means that we sometimes need reminders that we don’t have all the answers, and that we’re not always right. Sometimes, we don’t know what we need (I don’t). Søren Kierkegaard, one of my favorite philosophers, said, “The function of prayer is not to influence God, but rather to change the nature of the one who prays.” Our prayers will not incite a change in God, but they will excite God to change us. That’s what we want right? We want to know that God will excite a change in us such that we can move mountains and touch hearts all the while working together to do so. We want to be God’s people, living in God’s kingdom, doing God’s work on Earth. The very first thing we have to do is pray. We have to pray while doing the work. Then we have to pray once the work is done because it’s likely that there’s actually more work.
I’ve been thinking a lot about my friend Emily and whether I will see her again. She has no idea how much she’s impacted my life in two brief encounters. All I can say is that she has become a role model for me in prayer. Gandhi said, “Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul. It is daily admission of one’s weakness. It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without a heart.” We all have weaknesses. We are all broken and we have all fallen apart at some time. All of our souls have longings for things like love, justice and peace. We just have to keep ourselves open to asking.