Scriptures: Isaiah 58:9b-14 Psalm 71:1-6 Hebrews 12:18-29 Luke 12:49-56, Luke 13:10-17
At my day job, people are constantly bringing in food –
bagels, donuts, cake, you name it. Some
days it feels like we go there to eat, and try to fit in work between
snacks. It explains a few things why I
buy my shirts in Omar the Tentmaker size.
One former co-worker in particular – she found another position a year
or so ago – was always bringing in something to eat. Often it was Girl Scout cookies – her
daughter was in Girl Scouts, and so this co-worker would pull up to the building
with what seemed like a U-Haul full of boxes of S’mores and Samoas and Thin
Mints and Thanks-A-Lots, and of course if you didn’t buy a box or several
boxes, you felt like a jerk. But every
now and then she’d bring in a box of crackers and a plate of wasabi. Has anyone here eaten wasabi? For those who haven’t, it’s green, and
probably the closest thing I can compare the taste to might be horseradish
mixed with jalapeno peppers – but spicier.
Much spicier. At least ten times spicier. The first time she brought in wasabi and
crackers, I had no idea what wasabi tasted like, and so I got a cracker and I
looked at the wasabi…..well, it was green, I thought how strong could it be?….so
I slathered it on my cracker, and took a great big bite. And for a second or two, I tasted it, and I
thought, well, this tastes odd; I’m not sure whether I like it or not….and then
my mouth practically caught fire and I went lunging for the water fountain,
almost knocking an older coworker to the floor in the process! My mouth was
burning….my eyes were watering….my nose was running……and my mind is just going
“this hurts, make it stop, make it stop, make it stop….” I learned quickly that, when it comes to
wasabi, a little goes a really long way.
It’s hard to be neutral about wasabi; you either love it or you hate
it. I count myself in the latter
category….if someone ever starts a club for Wasabi Haters of America, sign me
up! On future occasions when my coworker
brought in her crackers and wasabi and my coworkers were gathered around scarfing
it down, I was perfectly happy sticking to something safe like cheese spread,
thank you very much. And now this
coworker works elsewhere, and is inflicting her vile wasabi concoction on a
whole new batch of coworkers. Lucky
them.
For today’s service I decided to include both the reading
that was supposed to be for last week’s service along with the reading for
today’s service. Because of the baptism last
week over at the Presbyterian church, I didn’t think the Baby Christopher’s parents
and extended family from Costa Rico wanted to hear about Jesus’ coming to set
the earth on fire and coming basically to stir up trouble....it’s one of those
“hard sayings” of Jesus that just doesn’t sit well with our ideas of “gentle
Jesus, meek and mild.” But I felt it
was too important to ignore, so we heard it today – especially since it goes so
well with the text for today, about Jesus healing the bent-over woman, and the
controversy that ensued.
“I have come to set fire to the earth…I have come to bring,
not peace, but rather division!” I don’t
think Jesus necessarily wanted to cause division. But, unlike our politicians, who are trained
to stay on message and won’t open their mouths without commissioning a poll and
a focus group first – Jesus was real, authentic, vivid, intense even, called
things as he saw them, often said things that offended people in power, and was
willing to catch flack for it. Maybe the
message of Jesus was like wasabi in a culture that was used to religious
leaders whose words were like the taste of mayonnaise or maybe Velveeta if they
were really feeling adventurous. The message of Jesus for them, like the taste
of wasabi for me, was way outside their comfort zones, or even their zones of
tolerable discomfort. Jesus’ listeners
either loved what he had to say, or hated it. And so those who “got” what Jesus was saying
hung on his every word, while those who didn’t went running for the exits, like
I went lunging for the water fountain after my wasabi misadventure.
In his healing of the bent-over woman, we see what Jesus
meant about causing division. We’re told
that Jesus was teaching in the synagogue. As he was teaching, in walked a woman
with a spirit that had kept her bent over for eighteen years. When Jesus saw her, he called her over and
said, “Woman, you are set free from your ailment.” Jesus laid his hands on her, and then she
stood up straight – for the first time in 18 years, remember - and began praising
God! And you’d think everyone there
would have praised God as well, and you’d be wrong. The synagogue leader freaked out and said,
“There are six days on which work can be done; come back and be cured on one of
those days, and not on the Sabbath day.”
So instead of being happy that the woman was cured, the synagogue leader
was furious, livid, because the woman was cured on what he considered to be the
wrong day. And Jesus basically called BS
on the synagogue leader, saying, “You hypocrite! Do you force your animals to go without food
and water so that you can avoid working on the Sabbath, or do you untie them
and lead them to food and water on the Sabbath? Of course you untie them and
lead them to food and water on the Sabbath.
And shouldn’t this woman, this daughter of Abraham, this member of your
community, whom Satan had kept tied up for eighteen years, be set free on the
Sabbath?” The synagogue leader was put
to shame, and the crowd rejoiced.
The woman was bent over for eighteen years. Think of what that would have meant, living
like that. It’s hard to walk when you’re
bent over. It’s hard to carry anything
bent over, because you’re always off balance.
It’s hard even to breathe when you’re bent over – you can’t really fill
your lungs all the way with air when you’re bent over - which makes walking
distances even harder. Your back hurts
all the time. It would be a major struggle to turn your head
enough to see the sun or the sky. Mostly
what you see is your own shoes, and the ground for a few feet in front of
you. For eighteen years, this woman’s
field of vision was mostly restricted to her shoes and the ground for a few
feet in front of her. We here at Emanuel
know of Alyssa’s struggle with scoliosis, and all that Alyssa’s family has done
and is doing and will be doing to save Alyssa from ending up like this bent
over woman in our gospel reading – and we need to support Alyssa and her family
in this struggle.
The woman had a spirit that kept her bent over for eighteen
years. There are many people, and maybe
some of us, whose spirits are bent over, even if their bodies – our bodies -
can walk straight. If we’re bent over,
it’s hard to see the sun. If we’re bent
over, it’s nearly impossible to reach for the stars. Instead, all we see is our immediate
surroundings, what’s right in front of us.
Circumstances can, if we let them, take away our hopes for anything
better. We stop dreaming, and start settling. And, like the synagogue leader, there are
people in power who are perfectly happy for us to stay bent over, to live our
whole lives bent over, like the verse in the carol It Came Upon the Midnight Clear. Remember the words? “O ye,
beneath life’s crushing load, whose forms are bending low, who toil along the
climbing way with painful steps and slow.”
We’re no threat to their power if we’re bent over in our own
struggles. But if we “Look now, for glad and golden hours come
swiftly on the wing. O rest beside the weary road and hear the angels sing”
– or, having looked and listened and rested, we can stand up straight and look
the powers that be in the eye...well, that might force change. What would it look like for Christ to heal
our bent-over spirits? What would it
look like to be released from that bondage?
Not only people, but whole neighborhoods, whole communities living
in poverty and stress and fear can have bent-over spirits. Churches can have bent-over spirits. Pastors can have bent-over spirits. It might
be that this church and this pastor live with a bent-over spirit, finding it
hard to move, hard to breathe, finding it less exhausting to stay in one place. It may be that we at Emanuel Church –
including me - need to stop settling, and start dreaming again. As the little photo in the bulletin says,
“Too many churches die of small thinking.” What would it look like not to be
focused just on the ground in front of us – not just focused on hobbling
through to the next Sunday, hobbling through the next grass cutting or repair
bill, through the next season, to the next auction – and start reaching for the
stars again, as those who started this church did? What would it look like to be setting
Bridesburg on fire for Jesus, as the founders of this church did? Some of you were here two weeks ago when
Harry ____ a long-ago member connected somehow with the _______ family, now
living in Florida, stopped by to see the church and the cemetery just as
worship was ending. And I talked to him,
and I know some of you did as well. And
he was telling me about the days he remembered, when this place used to have
over 200 people here on a Sunday morning, when you had to get here early even
to get a seat up in the balcony. I
honestly can’t even imagine what that would look like. Shame on me for my lack of ability to imagine
such a thing.
One thing that’s different.
Back in the ‘50’s, going to church was the culturally accepted thing to
do – especially with blue laws keeping everything else closed on Sunday – and
so if a church opened its doors and led a reasonably engaging worship service,
folks showed up. Nowadays, the culture
won’t bring people here – indeed, the wider culture offers a hundred competing
priorities every Sunday morning - so we need to go out there, out of this
building, into the neighborhood. We need
to hit the streets. Yesterday I was at a
workshop by the Conference on Building Stronger Churches. A few highlights from what I wrote down: they started with the story in the book of
Acts of the coming of the Holy Spirit – remember? people from all over
everywhere in Jerusalem in one place, and the Spirit coming, and people
understanding the word in their own language – and some hecklers saying they
were drunk – and Peter speaking up to interpret what had just happened. Three thousand were added to the Lord that
day. And then they didn’t just huddle
together, but instead went out, back to their communities. At the workshop we were asked questions like,
“Who is in your community? What problems
do they have? What can your church do to
help with those problems? What neighborhood needs can your church meet?” And here’s a really challenging question, a
really painful question: “If your church closed tomorrow, would anyone in your
neighborhood notice?” Ouch! Kind of like a church version of “It’s a
Wonderful Life”…. In the movie, what would Bedford Falls have been like if
George Bailey had never been born? The
question for us is, “If Emanuel Church
closed its doors, would Bridesburg be any different?” I’m seriously asking you to consider these
questions on your own, to discuss amongst yourselves. What is God calling us to be? What need is
God calling us to fill? What difference
are we making? What difference do we have the potential to make?
I pass all this along, actually not to be a downer, but
instead to liberate us, to ask us to consider what it might be like as a
congregation not only to stand up straight, but to reach for the stars, to
dream big dreams for God, and then work to make those dreams realities. Yes, the week-to-week nuts and bolts have to
be taken care of, but we also need to ask God to help us dream – to quote from
Proverbs, “Where there is no vision, the people perish.” We need a vision. Visions and dreams need to
be part of the nuts and bolts of running this church. We won’t make it if we’re
bent over and just staring at the ground in front of our shoes. Churches die of small thinking. We need to stand tall, and stretch, and ask
God to help us reach for the stars. And
yes, standing tall and reaching for the stars could not only shake us up, but
could shake up the neighborhood. Our
neighbors are used to an Emanuel Church that’s struggling to keep the lights on
and the doors open on Sunday morning.
How would they respond to an Emanuel Church drawing so many people that
there’s no parking, so many people that there are programs going on here seven
days a week and the church doors open for people to come and go every day of
the week.
“I came to bring fire
to the earth, and how I wish it were already kindled!” Where we’re used to being mayonnaise, God is
calling us to be wasabi! “Ought not this woman, a daughter of Abraham
whom Satan bound for eighteen long years, be set free from this bondage on the
sabbath day?’ Ought not this
neighborhood, ought not this church, be set free to stand tall, and stretch,
and dream? May God grant, as on the day
of Pentecost, for our young men and women to see visions and our old men and
women to dream dreams, so that all who call upon the name of the Lord here in
Bridesburg and beyond may be saved. Amen.