Honor

Last Wednesday, a 51 year old husband, father, son, church and community leader lost his valiant battle to recover from complications from open heart surgery. Rob was one of those leaders that was always present at any event, providing his quiet leadership and assistance. He never drew attention to himself, but always did things for others with an earnestness and humility. Therefore, we were amazed today to see the sanctuary of our church, overflowing with those who came to celebrate his life at his memorial. There were well over 450 people, the largest memorial the church could remember. It really should not have surprised us, that was just the kind of guy Rob was.

At the reception to follow, the line snaked around the church campus, with people wanting to express their condolences to Rob's widow Sherrie. For two hours they came, sharing hugs and stories with Sherrie. You could see that Sherrie received so much comfort from their words and actions.

During those two hours, I stood near Sherrie, dressed still in my robe and stole from the memorial service. I did it partially because I was worried if she could make it through; so I was there to give her brief and occasional respites with a drink of water. But I also did it for another reason.

In all the church committee meetings that I have attended over the past year and a half, Rob was the only person, who would stand up when I walked in the room. It was a way for him to show me respect and honor. At first I was embarrassed, after all I was not used to such kindness, but then I came to draw strength from it. So on the day of his memorial, I stood next too his widow, in my robe and stole, in honor and respect to Rob.

In the church we often talk about how much better the world would be if we just showed more of Christ's love to others. I wonder what kind of world it would be if we just showed each other a little more love in the form of honoring each other as made in the image of Christ? I think that is what Rob taught me, and I think the world is a better place because of him, I know I am a better person.

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Advent Watching

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Isaiah 64:1-9 O that you would tear open the heavens and come down, so that the mountains would quake at your presence-- as when fire kindles brushwood and the fire causes water to boil-- to make your name known to your adversaries, so that the nations might tremble at your presence! When you did awesome deeds that we did not expect, you came down, the mountains quaked at your presence. From ages past no one has heard, no ear has perceived, no eye has seen any God besides you, who works for those who wait for him. You meet those who gladly do right, those who remember you in your ways. But you were angry, and we sinned; because you hid yourself we transgressed. We have all become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous deeds are like a filthy cloth. We all fade like a leaf, and our iniquities, like the wind, take us away. There is no one who calls on your name, or attempts to take hold of you; for you have hidden your face from us, and have delivered us into the hand of our iniquity. Yet, O LORD, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand. Do not be exceedingly angry, O LORD, and do not remember iniquity forever. Now consider, we are all your people.

Isaiah challeges us to ask: What do you keep watch out for?

Recently, with the serious downturn the world economy has taken and the looming threat that my husband Grady was going to loose his job, I began to watch out for deals. I now comb grocery weekly ads and coupons on the internet to find deals and reduce our family’s spending.

Some are watching the stock market closely to see if we are going to have any savings to retire on, or whether we are going to have to work longer or take on a part time job.

Some might be watching signs in our bodies or the bodies of friends or family, to see if an illness is getting worse or better. Watching for fever spikes, or new symptoms that indicate a treatment is working or not.

Others watch over their children, looking for signs that they are growing up well adjusted, or whether they are succumbing to the myriad of temptations that the world throws at them.

All of these things we watch over have something in common, we are looking for hope in the midst of sometimes what seems a chaotic and changing world. Hope does not live in a vacuum but comes out of a deep felt human need.

As we end our Thanksgiving celebrations, we enter into a season in the Christian year called Advent. It is a time of hope and watchfulness. As we approach one of the most sacred days of our year, Christmas. It is a time, that we spend in reflection, pondering what hope does Christmas bring?  We know that Christ has come, so why do we need to keep watching and anticipating? Can’t we just get on with it all? What are we watching for as Christmas approaches if Christ came over 2000 years ago?

We are watching for God’s activity in our lives. For his presence. We are anticipating Christ’s return and until that time we are hopeful to catch glimpses for God’s will for our lives.

It is very easy to get lost in all the rush toward Christmas that our country has made as a tradition, to lose the meaning of Christmas. To lose what we as Christians anticipate with the joyful tidings of Christ’s birth. So the church almost over two thousand years ago, maybe in anticipation of our busyness, established a season to pause and reflect on what the birth of Christ means.

Over the four Sundays of Advent we learn and talk about hope, peace, joy, and love… We learn what the activity of Christ, born as a human, brings all these things to our world.

Today we especially talk about hope.

But to understand hope, it is important to know what we kind of hope we are watching for. Is it the hope of a newborn baby in a stable who is the embodiment of God’s love for us, is it for a shepherd, is it for a political Messiah, is it for a personal Savior?

As the birth of Jesus approached, we read in the NT scriptures about Mary and her hope for a Lord and Savior that would, as Luke records, “(Luke 1:52) bring down the powerful from their thrones, and lift up the lowly;. This was Mary’s hope.

Meanwhile the shepherds waited in their fields, Luke 2:8 keeping watch over their flock by night. Now it is easy to imagine these shepherds as something out of an idyllic hallmark card. But it was dark, and it was cold and there were coyotes and all kinds of dangers around them.

Perhaps what the shepherds were watching for was something in the maze of all the stars in the sky, that would bring good tidings of comfort and joy.

And then there were the people of Israel, waiting and anticipating, hoping, but for what?

Our Scripture for today, helps us to understand the hopes of the ancient Israelites, but also sheds light on our hope today.

Isaiah 64:1 O that you would tear open the heavens and come down, so that the mountains would quake at your presence-- as when fire kindles brushwood and the fire causes water to boil-- to make your name known to your adversaries, so that the nations might tremble at your presence! When you did awesome deeds that we did not expect, you came down, the mountains quaked at your presence.

The people of Israel were seeking God to come down. They saw God who was distant and withdrawn. They missed God’s presence in their lives. They wanted him back.

Many of us experience God this way. As some grand figure, that has created us, and then stepped away to watch us live out our lives. This God is awesome and mighty, but also distant and cold. A God who is like a watchmaker, who creates us, winds us up and then sets us down in the midst of creation to run our course.

This is a God that we hope will tear open the heavens and come down the mountain to save us from the chaos of our lives.

We want God to be our Father. A loving parent who will do irrational things to save his children. Who will love His children and give His life for them.

We want God to be with us - to be connected with us.

Abraham Lincoln once wrote: "...I know that the Lord is always on the side of the right. But it is my constant anxiety and prayer that I and this nation should be on the Lord's side." The Inner Life of Abraham Lincoln: Six Months at the White House by Francis B. Carpenter (Lincoln, Nebraska, University of Nebraska Press, 1995), p. 282. Also, Recollections of Abraham Lincoln by Ward Hill Lamon (Lincoln, Nebraska, University of Nebraska Press, 1994), p. 91. and By REV. MATTHEW SIMPSON, D.D., Sermon at the burial of Abraham Lincoln.

Federal dead on the field of battle of first day, Gettysburg, Pennsylvania

Library of Congress

God is on the side of right, but for us to see that right, to know it confidently is something that requires more than a simple wish or disposition. It requires a commitment to follow God, to seek His will in all things and a humility to know that we rarely have the ability to understand it all.

For, we constantly sin, and we stop seeking the presence of God in our lives. We get distracted by the things of the world, by power and ambition, by pride and vanity, by so many things and we fail to seek the presence of God within our lives. And it is easy to blame God, to claim that He has hidden his face from us.

Isaiah tells us: There is no one who calls on your name, or attempts to take hold of you; for you have hidden your face from us, and have delivered us into the hand of our iniquity.

It seems such a small thing to get distracted, but the consequences are huge. When we fail to seek God, when we sin and do not ask forgiveness, when we become distracted we lose the hope of God in our lives. The hope is there, available to us, but we forget, out of our own neglect we no longer have the bond of relationship with our creator. God did not sever it, we did.

And because of this, the prophet Isaiah weeps and proclaims that "We all fade like a leaf, and our iniquities, like the wind, take us away."

No longer rooted to our creator, we are at the whim of our sinfulness and worldly evil.

But all is not lost, and the prophet Isaiah in a bold assertion makes his claim on God.

"Yet, O LORD, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand. Do not be exceedingly angry, O LORD, and do not remember iniquity forever. Now consider, we are all your people."

You made us, you own us, you are responsible for us, we belong to you, that is what Isaiah boldly asserts.

And that is the Advent claim we can make as well. We all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God. We have all turned our eyes away from God at some point in this past year. But, the story does not, cannot, will not end there. For God sent his only Son Jesus Christ so that we may be forgiven.

God sent Jesus to us, so that we may always know with full assurance, that God is with us, Emmanuel. Two ancient Hebrew words, for God (El) and with us (Emmanu). God is with us yesterday, today and tomorrow.

He will not forsake us, he will not abandon us, for he has created us, and He has sent his only son

to claim his family relationship with us. He will forever be with us, to help mold us, his creation, not so that we all become identical jars of clay, but that we would become jars of clay filled with hope, peace, comfort and joy.

Water Vessel from the William Itter Collection

Paul tells us that He, God, who started a good work in you, will be faithful to complete it until the day of Jesus Christ comes again. God is with us, and His bond with us is not broken by time or space, and He will continue to mold us, and form us, until the day when his work will be completed in Christ. Until then God remains with us..

But as all of you know, we can take for granted our family ties and relationships. We can choose to break the bonds and turn away from our loved ones. We can choose to journey alone or with others who think and act like us. We can choose to turn a blind eye to God’s presence in the world,

Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote,

“Earth’s crammed with heaven,

And every common bush afire with God;

And only he who sees it takes off his shoes;

The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.”

We can choose this advent season to stay wrapped up in the busyness of commercialism. We can pluck up possessions rather than take time to spend in quiet contemplation and prayer, missing the many ways that God surprises us daily in small acts of the sacred.

We can opt to remain in the gloom of your circumstances, failing to experience the peace of Christ, that comes from knowing Him.

We can decide to watch signs of the times and become lost in our own self made desperation, bypassing the hope of God in Jesus Christ to redeem the good out of any situation we might find ourselves in.

Or like the prophet Isaiah, we can ask for forgiveness for the sins of the past, and we can share stories of God’s presence in your lives this past year. And when we do this we free ourselves to turn towards the rising star in the East and become watchful for the hope and promise of Jesus Christ, Emmanuel, God with us for this upcoming year.

How will God, the Potter, shape us this upcoming year? What promises does he hold for us? What hope will he bring to this world? So that on Christmas day, we may join creation in singing praises to our God, who did not abandon us, even when we sinned, but chose to send his only Son to us, to tie the binds that unite us forever in solidarity with Him.

So what are you going to watch for this Advent season?

Come to the Waters

Another Challenge

A stone in the exterior wall of the church in Barga Italy. What does the inscription mean?

Speak for Your Servant is Listening

1 Samuel 3:1-10 Now the boy Samuel was ministering to the LORD under Eli. The word of the LORD was rare in those days; visions were not widespread. At that time Eli, whose eyesight had begun to grow dim so that he could not see, was lying down in his room; the lamp of God had not yet gone out, and Samuel was lying down in the temple of the LORD, where the ark of God was. Then the LORD called, "Samuel! Samuel!" and he said, "Here I am!" and ran to Eli, and said, "Here I am, for you called me." But he said, "I did not call; lie down again." So he went and lay down. The LORD called again, "Samuel!" Samuel got up and went to Eli, and said, "Here I am, for you called me." But he said, "I did not call, my son; lie down again." Now Samuel did not yet know the LORD, and the word of the LORD had not yet been revealed to him. The LORD called Samuel again, a third time. And he got up and went to Eli, and said, "Here I am, for you called me." Then Eli perceived that the LORD was calling the boy. Therefore Eli said to Samuel, "Go, lie down; and if he calls you, you shall say, 'Speak, LORD, for your servant is listening.'" So Samuel went and lay down in his place. Now the LORD came and stood there, calling as before, "Samuel! Samuel!" And Samuel said, "Speak, for your servant is listening."

What is happening in our story today is truly a strange event. Samuel has been raised by his mother, Hannah, a deeply devout woman of God. She has nurtured him and prepared him to be a faithful servant of God. When Samuel was the proper age, she went to the house of the Lord in Shiloh and gave her only son to the priest Eli to be raised by him. And over the years Samuel has been a faithful servant, ministering to the Lord under Eli. So when God calls Samuel three times, and three times Samuel thinks mistakenly that it is Eli the priest calling him it seems to be remarkable that he would not know it was God. Now the Scripture tells us that the word of the Lord was rare in those days, ! but come on! It’s God after all! Wouldn’t you know if God was calling you? Wouldn’t you recognize God’s voice? And after all Samuel had been prepared for this calling, he had been not only a regular attendee at the house of the Lord, but a servant as well! Certainly we would respond to God’s call! I mean if God thundered down, right here and right now, Church! Church! We would stop what we were doing, and say “Speak, Lord for your servant is listening.” Wouldn’t we?

This is the question that I think this story asks us to reflect on today. And to help us process it, I would like to talk about the wind.

I am an avid sailor. I grew up sailing off the New England coast since I was ten years old. And early on I discovered sailboat racing. Sailing gave me the opportunity to not only to be out on the water, enjoying God’s beautiful creativity in the waves, and the silence of the wind, but I could also be with friends and also beat the heck out of my competition.

But winning did not come easy for me in sailing. You see in sailboat racing you have to do something called read the wind. Now maybe for some of you navy pilots or golfers you can see and read the wind. But for me, the wind is this invisible force, that I only really sense is present, when it messes my hair or I have to walk against it or when a cool breeze gives me relief. In other words, I can only experience the wind when it is blowing hard. But I don’t see it!

And this is problematic in sailing. Because you have to know where the wind is to get anywhere! If you don’t know where the wind is, then you tend to end up all over the course. The boat becomes subject to what appears to be random shifts in the wind and also to strong currents that lead you where you do not want to go. There has been many a race where I threw my hands up in despair exclaiming,
“I have no idea what to do!”

Over the years I tried to learn to read the wind. At first I emulated top sailors trying to learn their secrets. I read their books; I crewed for them, but to no avail. I still could not see the wind, let alone read it. Then one day, when there was barely a hint of breeze on the water. I saw it. Coming across the lake, I saw a dark shadow on the water, and as it approached, I could see that the wind was pointed in a different direction than the wind that barely filled our sails. And as I waited with anticipation, I could count the seconds as it approached us. When it hit us, the sails flapped for a moment and then filled, our boat gently tilted and we took off. “Puff” I exclaimed, as we, the only boat in the wind, took off and passed our competitors.

After that, I began to look for the wind. “Over there!” I would cry, and off we would go, headed for the darker water. As time went on, I could also see the wind when the weather was stormy. You see in storms, the wind is very unpredictable and is rarely constant. And you can see all of its vagaries as it breezes over the water. So in sailing, you learn to look for the dangerous winds that can not only fill your sails but knock the boat over.

But try as I might, I could not figure out how to see the wind, on a steady air day. Where there were no large puffs of wind to signal a change in direction.

This all changed when I watched the America’s Cup several years ago. For those of you who don’t know, the America’s Cup is an international competition between the best sailboat racers in the world that is held once every four years or so. It’s never covered on the big network channels, because frankly watching sailboat racing is akin to watching paint dry for most: Even more boring than golf or bowling and the rules more incomprehensible than hockey or cricket.

But there I was, in 1995, watching a New Zealand team compete against the American, Dennis Conner. On board the Kiwi boat was an awesome tactician named Brad Butterworth who was acclaimed for his ability to read the wind. So when I first started to watch the coverage I expected to find Brad sitting alone at an upward key advantage spot, reverently reading the wind, and making the strategic calls downward to the skipper and crew. But that is not what I saw; instead, he stood by the skipper and several other people and engaged in a conversation with them, during the whole race! It seemed that Brad’s giftedness for reading the wind had more to do with his ability to process what he saw with others rather than just giving out prophetic directions.

And after watching Brad, I began to try this. I began to talk with my skipper about the wind. I admitted to him that I could not read it on my own. He admitted that he struggled with this too, and together we began to enter into a dialogue about the wind throughout each leg of the race. And low and behold, we began to see the wind! We began to understand what direction we needed to point our boat. We began to understand how to adjust our sails.

I think that God’s calling in our lives is like the wind. We expect it to be like a giant puff moving across the water, that we can anticipate and measure. So we prepare ourselves. We like Samuel, go to church every Sunday and faithfully serve in various positions in the church. And Sunday after Sunday, we look for a puff. We look for God to fill our souls and move us boldly forward. We expect a mountain top experience like Moses and we look for signs like a burning bush. Or we anticipate God’s blinding grace to bring us to our knees as it did Paul on the road to Damascus.

And more often than not, we think that this will be a deeply private and personal moment that we will know and understand all by ourselves. But while God’s call on Moses and Paul did come in isolation, they both had others to help them understand and discern God’s calling. Moses had Aaron and Paul had Ananais.

And like the wind, I believe that God does act in this way sometimes. God’s calling can be like a blast of wind that literally knocks us over. And it is a marvelous thing to see this happen to someone. They truly are on fire and filled with a passion that is contagious.

But for some of us, perhaps many of us, God seems to work more like the wind on a steady air day. God is like a warm gentle breeze that is more like a whisper than a bold hurricane like noise. Remember Elijah’s call in 1 Kings? He went up to the mountain to hear the Lord, but the Lord was not in the loud wind, nor in the earthquake, but in the sheer silence. The wind on a steady air day, you cannot see, you cannot hear, and yet it presses you forward.


We come to church and worship, we serve, we pray, we stay in the word. In this we are very much like the young Samuel, tending the house of the Lord in Shiloh, very much like the young Samuel prepared by his mother to be a faithful servant to the priest Eli and very much like the young Samuel worshipping God as he has been taught. Our preparation and faithful servant hood allows us to steer the waters, even when they are shallow even when as we are told by the narrator in 1 Samuel, that the word of the Lord is rare. And so with our faithful preparation we are content to rest in the shallow waters, convinced that God is helping us to keep course. Yet as Samuel’s story reveals it is very easy, to get off course and to miss God’s call on our lives.

The problem is even with God helping us keep course, we can still become victim to the shifting winds and currents of our lives. You see, when we aren’t experiencing God’s call in our lives, we can mistake other calls not of God and follow them until we are fatally off course. Our modern world is a deep and swift current that at surface level seems calm and harmless, but at its core is powerful enough to sweep us right off the race course where we become in danger of being sucked under or shipwrecked.

And maybe some of you today are sitting out in the pews wandering what God is doing in your life or wandering when God is going to call you. Maybe you have just started coming or maybe you have been coming for years, but if you had to be brutally honest you would have to admit that either you have never heard God’s call or somewhere along the way you stopped hearing God’s call. You are adrift, some more comfortably than others.

But God realizes our dilemma; he knows how hard it is to read the wind, to hear his call. So he gives us each other where we can share his word, where we can pray for each other, where we can discern that call with each other. For Samuel that was Eli, for the church today, we have small groups and Bible studies, and programs like Alpha. I am not sure why, but Alpha is so often promoted as something people new to faith should attend. Now don’t get me wrong, Alpha is an excellent way, if you are a seeker, to learn about God the Father and Jesus and the Holy Spirit and to begin to be in fellowship with others with questions and with people deeply rooted in faith.

But Alpha is also a wonderful ministry for those of you, who are drifting, who are still in the boat, but sense that you have lost the ability to read the wind. Because in Alpha it is not about someone with all the answers imparting them from on high to you, but a group experience, where you come together and learn to read the wind together. Over the years, I occasionally have returned to Alpha when I feel that I have stopped hearing God’s call in my life. I have also turned to faithful friends who have mentored me, prayed with me and helped me once again learn to set my boat on course and to faithfully hear and follow God’s call.

Maybe the reason Alpha stays a seeker course is that we, who claim our identities as Christians, are so ashamed to admit when we get off course and to be honest about it. That somehow we fear that we will be judged as not being Christian enough or being weak and falling victim to the deep currents of the world.

To address this concern, I have a story to share with you. There was a man, who was born over 300 years ago who was raised in a faithful Christian household. His mother nurtured him and his brothers and sisters with a firm and spirited Christian education. His father was a pastor and taught his children the value of tradition and loyalty to the church. For this young man, all his young life he dreamed of serving God. So in his early thirties, he and his brother set out to a newly discovered and developed foreign land to work with the indigenous population. Despite all of the two men’s hard work, the ministry failed and the two brothers returned home, dejected and dispirited. Still they continued to faithfully attend church and serve the Lord, even though they both had lost a sense of God’s calling in their lives.

The young man and his brother continued to drift for almost a year. Fortunately, a friend had invited them to attend a series of prayer meetings. At these prayer meetings the young man spoke of his struggles and wrestled honestly with his faith. And then one May evening, as the gentle winds blew outside, the young man’s heart was strangely warmed and he exclaimed to all present, “I believe!”

That man went on to be the founder of Methodism. He was no other than John Wesley.

People, we have to get honest with one another. We have to share with each other what is going on in our lives. If we do not, we are just isolated ships, drifting on a sea that will eventually shipwreck us and leave us drowning in the dangerous currents of life.

We need each other. God’s gentle winds are blowing on all of us gathered here today but we can’t read that wind, can’t respond to it, unless we join together in honest conversation and prayer. Like Samuel we need Eli’s to help us discern God’s call and to be able to finally respond to God, “Speak for your servant is listening.” And if you cannot hear God, or don’t recognize that God is calling you, if you are a drift, or if you have gotten off course, you are not in the boat alone. For we gathered here today will not make the journey without you. We have been called to this ship we call the church, as brothers and sisters in Christ and we cannot set sail without you. Come join us for the most wonderful voyage of our lives!

Samaritan Woman at the Well

We all are aware of the natural disasters occurring almost half a globe away in Myanmar and China. Myanmar has been devastated not only by a cyclone and major flooding, but also by a ruling junta who will not allow aid workers into the country. So many of thousands will die needlessly, simply because of the circumstances of their birth.

In China, officials have confirmed deaths in the 20,000s and expect many more. The other day I heard a reporter on NPR relate what he saw in a remote mountainous village. What stuck out to me in his report is that he said the town had a well, but the people were dying of thirst because they dared not drink from the well, because they feared that death had contaminated the water.

So close to the living source of water, hundreds if not thousands of people will die. Many within feet or yards of a well.

The Gospel of John has a story involving a well - a well that has a different life outcome than the well in China.

John 4:5-29 So he came to a Samaritan city called Sychar, near the plot of ground that Jacob had given to his son Joseph. Jacob's well was there, and Jesus, tired out by his journey, was sitting by the well. It was about noon. A Samaritan woman came to draw water, and Jesus said to her, "Give me a drink." (His disciples had gone to the city to buy food.) The Samaritan woman said to him, "How is it that you, a Jew, ask a drink of me, a woman of Samaria?" (Jews do not share things in common with Samaritans.) Jesus answered her, "If you knew the gift of God, and who it is that is saying to you, 'Give me a drink,' you would have asked him, and he would have given you living water." The woman said to him, "Sir, you have no bucket, and the well is deep. Where do you get that living water? Are you greater than our ancestor Jacob, who gave us the well, and with his sons and his flocks drank from it?" Jesus said to her, "Everyone who drinks of this water will be thirsty again, but those who drink of the water that I will give them will never be thirsty. The water that I will give will become in them a spring of water gushing up to eternal life." The woman said to him, "Sir, give me this water, so that I may never be thirsty or have to keep coming here to draw water." Jesus said to her, "Go, call your husband, and come back." The woman answered him, "I have no husband." Jesus said to her, "You are right in saying, 'I have no husband'; for you have had five husbands, and the one you have now is not your husband. What you have said is true!" The woman said to him, "Sir, I see that you are a prophet. Our ancestors worshiped on this mountain, but you say that the place where people must worship is in Jerusalem." Jesus said to her, "Woman, believe me, the hour is coming when you will worship the Father neither on this mountain nor in Jerusalem. You worship what you do not know; we worship what we know, for salvation is from the Jews. But the hour is coming, and is now here, when the true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and truth, for the Father seeks such as these to worship him. God is spirit, and those who worship him must worship in spirit and truth." The woman said to him, "I know that Messiah is coming" (who is called Christ). "When he comes, he will proclaim all things to us." Jesus said to her, "I am he, the one who is speaking to you." Just then his disciples came. They were astonished that he was speaking with a woman, but no one said, "What do you want?" or, "Why are you speaking with her?" Then the woman left her water jar and went back to the city. She said to the people, "Come and see a man who told me everything I have ever done! He cannot be the Messiah, can he?"

Jesus comes to the well thirsty. The theme of thirst is central to John’s Gospel.

After this, when Jesus knew that all was now finished, he said (in order to fulfill the scripture), "I am thirsty." John 19:28

One of the final words that Jesus cries out on the cross is that he is thirsty. Thirsty for water? No. Thirsty for us.

Mother Theresa wrote this about God speaking to us:

I thirst for you. Yes, that is the only way to even begin to describe My love for you: I THIRST FOR YOU. I thirst to love you and to be loved by you - that is how precious you are to Me. I THIRST FOR YOU. Come to Me, and I will fill your heart and heal your wounds. I will make you a new creation, and give you peace, even in all your trials. I THIRST FOR YOU. You must never doubt My mercy, My acceptance of you, My desire to forgive, My longing to bless you and live My life in you. I THIRST FOR YOU. If you feel unimportant in the eyes of the world, that matters not at all. For Me, there is no one any more important in the entire world than you. I THIRST FOR YOU. Open to me, come to Me, thirst for Me, give Me your life - and I will prove to you how important you are to My Heart.

I know you, through and through. I know everything about you, the very hairs I have numbered, nothing in your life is unimportant to me. I have followed you through the years, and I have always loved you even in your wanderings. I know every one of your problems. I know your needs and worries, and yes I know all your sins, but I tell you again I love you. Not for what you have or haven’t done, I love you for you. For the beauty and dignity my father gave you by creating you in his image.

Dignity that you have often forgotten. Beauty that you have tarnished by sin. But I love you as you are, and I have shed my blood to win you back. If only you ask me with faith, my grace will touch all that needs changing in your life. I will give you the strength to free you from sin and all its destructive power., I thirst for you. That is the only way to describe my love for you. I thirst to love and to be loved by you.

No matter how far you may wander, no matter how often you forget Me, no matter how many crosses you may bear in this life; there is one thing I want you to always remember, one thing that will never change: I THIRST FOR YOU -just as you are. You don't need to change to believe in My love, for it will be your belief in My love that will change you. You forget Me, and yet I am seeking you every moment of the day - standing at the door of your heart, and knocking. Do you find this hard to believe? Then look at the cross, look at My Heart that was pierced for you. Have you not understood My cross? Then listen again to the words I spoke there - for they tell you clearly why I endured all this for you: I THIRST...).Yes, I thirst for you- as the rest of the psalm-verse I was praying says of MeI looked for love, and I found none... All your life I have been looking for your love - I have never stopped seeking to love you and be loved by you. You have tried many other things in your search for happiness; why not try opening your heart to Me, right now, more than you ever have before.

Whenever you do open the door of your heart, whenever you come close enough, you will hear Me say to you again and again, not in mere human words but in spirit: No matter what you have done, I love you for your own sake. Come to Me with your misery and your sins, with your troubles and needs, and with all your longing to be loved. I stand at the door of your heart and knock ... Open to-Me, for I THIRST FOR YOU.

We hear these words, but do we know in our heart of hearts that God in Christ knows us completely AND, not despite, AND loves us completely. How much do we hide from God? How much do we try to conceal in shame or hurt, in embarrassment or in vanity? How many of us try to earn that love from God? How much do we try to be good or productive, or loving or nice so that we can be loved by God? But do we have it backwards?

John often speaks of this thirst of Christ as a groom wooing his bride. Already in John before we get to our story for the day, Christ has attended a wedding feast at Cana where he turns water into wine. And John the Baptist has described his role as the friend of the bridegroom.

And listen to John’s words, “The bride belongs to the bridegroom.” John 3:29. We already belong to Christ. We are already betrothed to Christ, and he has come to earth to woo us, and to claim us as his bride.

The setting for John’s story of the Samaritan woman picks up this theme of betrothal, wooing and marriage. Stories of the beginning of the families of Isaac, Jacob and Moses all begin at wells. Resting at wells equates in the Old Testament as a place for God’s chosen to be nourished, and refreshed. It is the starting point of the next chapter in their lives, which always involve being connected to a woman and her family, through a courtship process.

At Jacob’s well, deep in the heart of Samaria, it is not a patriarch, like Isaac, Jacob or Moses, but a lone woman who comes to the well for water in the heat of the afternoon sun. How will God woo her? How will God begin her new journey?

Well, it starts strangely, for it is Jesus who asks a drink from her. It would almost be like you or I asking a homeless person for a bite of their burger that they have just taken out of the dumpster at McDonalds. Why would we possibly want anything from a homeless person? What could they possibly offer us, that wouldn’t contaminate or kill us?

But Jesus, who already knows the Samaritan woman, thirsts to come into relationship with her. He already loves her. Jesus begins the courtship process by asking her for a drink of water. Jesus, who knows that she is living with a man outside of marriage, could have condemned her, could have named her a sinner, could have demanded that she repent and ask forgiveness before he would have anything to do with her, but he does not. Instead he humbly tells her that he is thirsty.

The woman resists, after all she knows how others have judged her, how others have ignored her, how others have condemned her. She has most possibly experienced the rejection of courtiers and husbands before, after all she has had five husbands. Did she bury them all? She couldn’t have divorced them, only men could divorce womaen.

She wonders how Jesus could ask her for water. Doesn’t he realize that by receiving water from her that he could become contaminated? That by sharing water with her, they would be in a relationship that would be deadly?

Jesus responds to her by offering her living water. Jesus bends forward in conversation with her, resisting her attempts to distance herself with artificial boundaries set up by human beings.

Jesus does so in a riddle, just as he has answered Nicodemus the Pharisee in an encounter that has happened just before Jesus comes to Samaria. The riddle engages the woman, just as it did Nicodemus. It draws both Nicodemus and the Samaritan woman into a relationship with Jesus, it causes them to pause and examine all that they know and all that they value and hold dear and to begin to receive Jesus into their lives.

Jesus tells the Samaritan woman that she has already been given a gift by God of living water and that all she has to do is ask for it. Jesus is telling her that he already knows her and loves her. That she is already his, if only she would ask Him into her life.

But the woman resists. Commentators since the reformation argue that this demonstrates the willful and bold nature of her sinfulness. They say she is taunting Jesus out of her wickedness and immorality, that at this point she is unaware that she is a desperate sinner. Her sick and injured soul speaks rashly to Jesus, they say, because she does not feel guilty for living with a man outside of marriage, therefore Jesus has to point this out so that she can feel guilty and thus thirst for the water of life. But the problem with this approach is that Jesus never calls her a sinner, never asks her to repent.

The early church saw the woman’s response differently. They see her as confused woman who is willing to try to understand what Jesus is offering her. She is trying to understand Jesus’ riddle through the religious structure of her time. First and foremost she is concerned that her water would contaminate Jesus, that it would bring Him shame and condemnation.

For years I knew there was a God. I would look at nature and see all His glorious work and I would be in awe of such a creator God. And then I would look at myself. I grew up in a household with a lot of verbal abuse. I can’t repeat the name my mother called me and my siblings. I thought I was contaminated, polluted, little more than pond scum. For years, I wondered, how could such a creator God ever love me, someone so worthless? How could God ever want me to draw near? Wouldn’t I just contaminate all that was good?

If I ever was going to get near to God, I thought that I had to make myself clean. I had to become better, I had to scrub hard to get the slime off of me. But the more I tried to be better, the worse I seemed to become. It became a vicious cycle; one I think that the Samaritan woman knew well. We both did not need condemnation; we had enough of that to go around. What we needed was love and truth. We needed someone to know us and to thirst for us. No wonder the Samaritan woman was wary about responding to Jesus’ offer of water, I was wary too.

Then the Samaritan woman takes Jesus’ offer of living waters literally, as something that springs forth from an earthly well that she must draw from. Here the woman might be testing Jesus, but not out of unconfessed guilt, but out of woundedness. Too many had come before offering promised potions of love, that too often were just shallow pits of mud. What the woman needs is a deep eternal well of love to sustain all who she is.

For many, when we don’t feel love, when we don’t experience the thirst of God for us, we go in search for it in the shallow offerings of earthly love. We seek meaning in imaginary relationships based on sex, or we take drugs, or we acquire things or claim status. Anything to fill the emptiness. But what happens is we end up drowning in the random meaninglessness of life from the rising waters of our amoral sensual constructs.

Jesus knows this about me. He also knows this about the Samaritan woman, so he helps her to understand that the living waters are not from earthly wells that condemn us to death, which only lead us to more thirst. The living waters he offers are ones that quench our thirst because they will be an eternal spring of water that lead to life. They are living waters that allow us to worship in spirit and in truth.

And there is no part of her, no place of shame that she can hide from Jesus. Jesus knows her and he loves her. He knows what is true. His love for her is so deep, that nothing about her or her circumstances can change his thirst and love for her. And because of this, his waters can bring truth to the woman who came to the well and experienced God’s thirst for her.

And this promise is for us as well. We too can draw near to the well and receive God’s thirst for us. We can experience his love and truth for us. Truth that is life giving. Truth that allows us to see ourselves for who we are, to see ourselves as God sees us, as his beloved bride, whom God desires to woo, and wed.

I will never forget when I came to Christ almost nine years ago. I walk my dogs every morning, and during that time, I walked with Christ and each day he told me about my life and who I was. Deep personal truths stripped of the falsehoods I or the world had constructed. He told me who I was, and where I had been. He revealed how much he had always been by my side thirsting for me, wooing me, knowing me and loving me. Continuously offering life to me.

The Samaritan woman has only known husbands who leave her for dead, Jesus is offering her a different marriage proposal, one that will leave her with the promise of life eternal, because Jesus will eternally thirst for her.

And boldly the woman asks for this water, and with this request she receives the water.

Now the conversation goes deeper. The wedding is soon to take place, vows exchanged. The woman says her vows, “I know that the Messiah (called Christ) is coming. “ John 4:25

And Jesus responds, with his vow “I am”.

We are fond of saying traditionally in weddings, I do, but Jesus responds with “I am.” His words echo his Father’s love for the people of Israel: God said to Moses, “I AM” WHO I AM" He said further, "Thus you shall say to the Israelites, ‘I AM has sent me to you.'"Exodus 3:14

The greatest words of love ever heard by anyone is not I love you, but “I AM”. For it is God’s declaration of love for his people. A love that is an action word that will bring deliverance and salvation first extended to God’s people, the Israelites, and now offered to all in Jesus.

The wedding is finished. Jesus has declared his love for his bride. He chose to make his declaration of love, not to the Pharisees, not to the disciples, not to John the Baptist, not Nicodemus, but to the Samaritan woman. A woman who was open to the thirst of God in Christ for her.

The time of celebration has begun. The woman, liberated, gets up and leaves her water jar behind. She is no longer in need of water that leaves her thirsty, she has been wedded to the living waters and she will thirst no more, for her groom will thirst for her eternally. She has become the vessel unto which she can receive the living waters of Christ. And because of she has become this vessel she in turn can worship in spirit and in truth. A miracle has happened and out of it comes the Samaritan woman’s worhsip that God eternally thirsts and desires, for it is in her worship that she gives all to God through Christ. For ours is a jealous God who seeks nothing less than all of us in union with him.

What if we stopped trying to convince people that they are thirsty? What if instead, we turned our attention to God’s thirst, for us and for others? What if we carried that message to the world? What would it look like?

What would it mean to put down our vessels that we use to quench our thirsts, and take time to enter into God’s thirst for us? What if we allowed ourselves to become vessels that quench God’s thirst?

What if we knew, not just with our minds, but with our hearts, that there is nothing about us or our circumstances that could ever bring contamination or death to Christ’s deep well of living water?

Maybe it would look like this.

One summer, I worked as an interim pastor in a small rural church in the Midwest. During that time I met Dan, a fifty-two year old man scheduled to have a quadruple bypass heart surgery. His parents, Pearl and Ed, were parishioners, whom I had visited regularly. In Pearl and Ed’s small cluttered but clean parlor I had shared refreshments and heard stories of their family. Back in the early 1930’s James was a fieldworker. He first saw Pearl on the back of a covered wagon as her family moved all they had into town. They soon married, but life was hard, and they barely eaked out a living in the harsh climate of the dusty plains. When the depression hit, they lost everything and had to start over. Pearl and Ed had five children, two who died as infants. Ed and his two brothers dropped out of school so they could work the fields next to their parents. Eventually the family prospered and owned thousands of acres of land, and several businesses.

One of the things that the small framed but wiry Ed would almost proudly tell me was that when he would need to discipline his boys, both who grew to be strong giants compared to their father, he would stand on a footstool and pummel them. And Ed was proud, not necessarily of the violence per se, but that he had raised his boys to know the difference between right and wrong. All of his boys lived in their own homes on the land that Ed owned, but I never saw them or their families at church.

Pearl called me one day and asked that I visit her son Dan in the hospital before his surgery. She was worried about Dan and the state of his soul, she said. At the hospital, I encountered an overweight but strong man, sitting alone in his hospital gown, vulnerable in the darkness of his single bed hospital room. I told him who I was and that his mother asked me to visit him; he was not glad to see me. I am sure that he thought at some point I would either try to convert him or pray for his lost soul. He must have decided that the best way to get rid of me would be to tell me scandalous things about him. “I have two wives,” he began. He then recounted portions of his life story, one of much pain and sorrow. He described how at one point his business failed, which led to bankruptcy and the end his first marriage. Dan wanted to divorce, but his parents would not let him because it was against their faith. Dan had to leave the family church, one that had shaped his faith since a child. He set up the first wife in a new house, and then after ten years met another woman and common law married her. For over fifteen years, he had taken care of both of them and his children.

When Dan realized he had not scared me off, we told some funny stories that made us laugh. As I was preparing to leave, Dan shared with me how he was worried about his surgery and if he did not make it what would happen to his wives. I asked him if he wanted me to sit with his wives the next day during the surgery and he nodded. He tried to speak again, his head downcast; I could tell that he was worried about what would happen to him. He had had a faith that abandoned him when he was down, would it be there for him now? I told him that he was a child of God and that God loved him very much. He looked up, a tear forming, and nodded. I asked if I could say a prayer for him and he said yes. The next day I sat with Dan’s wives. They were anxious but not distraught. I did not say much and they seemed to be a comfort to each other. When the news came, that Dan made it through the surgery; they both broke down in tears. I left them as they went to visit him in post-op.

The truth that needed to be spoken that day to Dan, was that he was much loved by God. That God still thirsted for him over all these years and that God could still draw close to Dan and his family. God knew Dan so intimately that He named him as His child. It was in that naming, in that claiming of God’s thirst for Jim that healing occurred.

Dan did not return to our church, but over the next couple of years, reconciliation between Dan and his father did occur. When his father died just last year, Dan and his wives attended the funeral.

In the beginning, God made creation and saw that it was good. There was no hunger, there was abundance for all.

John tells us that in the end God will prepare a final heavenly banquet, a wedding feast where the living waters will turn to wine, and all will come to the table and thirst will be no more.

Until then we live in the in between times where we can catch glimpses of God’s love for us and hope that one day, we may hunger and thirst no more.

Revelation 21:1-6 Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth; for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and the sea was no more. And I saw the holy city, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, "See, the home of God is among mortals. He will dwell with them; they will be his peoples, and God himself will be with them; he will wipe every tear from their eyes. Death will be no more; mourning and crying and pain will be no more, for the first things have passed away." And the one who was seated on the throne said, "See, I am making all things new." Also he said, "Write this, for these words are trustworthy and true." Then he said to me, "It is done! I am the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end. To the thirsty I will give water as a gift from the spring of the water of life.

Maundy Thursday

On Easter we will gather together in praise and worship to God our Father who lovingly sent his only son so that we may have life. We will celebrate with Halleluhahs that death no longer imprisons us but that we have been given eternal life. And we will also rejoice that our life here on earth has been radically changed. We have moved out of darkness into light and we have been given the gift of abundant life in God, even in our lifetime. But what does this abundant life look like? How do we dare to dream and to see it as God would have us see it? How do we live it out? How do we know with assurance that we are living as Christ’s followers and not just his admirers?

This is why I think Holy Week and especially Maundy Thursday and Good Friday are so important. If we skip too quickly from Jesus’ triumphant march into Jerusalem straight to Easter we might remain as bystanders to the miracle that Christ shapes in our lives and in the life of our community.

We may remain content to stand at the side of the road shouting Hosanna as Christ passes us by on his way to the cross. We may be too faint hearted to journey with Him to the cross. We may not hear his final seven words, words full of promise for us, and we might not be able to claim and live the commandment he gives us in our scripture passage today, to love others limitlessly, as Christ himself has loved us.

We gather on Maundy Thursday to prepare ourselves for Easter, to ready ourselves for the abundant life that Christ gives to us and with which we will celebrate on Easter.

We spend time with Jesus and we listen to his words and we reflect on his example, all so that when Easter comes we will be ready to be not just admires but followers. Ready not only to claim the promises on that Easter day, but every day onward, even when we are confronted, challenged, discouraged or tired.

We pause on Maundy Thursday so that we may know with full confidence what that abundant life looks like. “Every believer knows that Christ went the way of the cross for our sakes. But it is not enough just to know this. Each of us must find the cross and take it up.”

In Scriptures Jesus describes the abundant life we receive at Easter.

John 13:1-17 NRS Now before the festival of the Passover, Jesus knew that his hour had come to depart from this world and go to the Father. Having loved his own who were in the world, he loved them to the end. The devil had already put it into the heart of Judas son of Simon Iscariot to betray him. And during supper Jesus, knowing that the Father had given all things into his hands, and that he had come from God and was going to God, got up from the table, took off his outer robe, and tied a towel around himself. Then he poured water into a basin and began to wash the disciples' feet and to wipe them with the towel that was tied around him. He came to Simon Peter, who said to him, "Lord, are you going to wash my feet?" Jesus answered, "You do not know now what I am doing, but later you will understand." Peter said to him, "You will never wash my feet." Jesus answered, "Unless I wash you, you have no share with me." Simon Peter said to him, "Lord, not my feet only but also my hands and my head!" Jesus said to him, "One who has bathed does not need to wash, except for the feet, but is entirely clean. And you are clean, though not all of you." For he knew who was to betray him; for this reason he said, "Not all of you are clean." After he had washed their feet, had put on his robe, and had returned to the table, he said to them, "Do you know what I have done to you? You call me Teacher and Lord-- and you are right, for that is what I am. So if I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another's feet. For I have set you an example, that you also should do as I have done to you. Very truly, I tell you, servants are not greater than their master, nor are messengers greater than the one who sent them. If you know these things, you are blessed if you do them.

John 13:31b-35 Jesus said, "Now the Son of Man has been glorified, and God has been glorified in him. If God has been glorified in him, God will also glorify him in himself and will glorify him at once. Little children, I am with you only a little longer. You will look for me; and as I said to the Jews so now I say to you, 'Where I am going, you cannot come.' I give you a new commandment, that you love one another. Just as I have loved you, you also should love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another."

The word Maundy is derived from the ancient French and it means a new commandment. And in our scripture reading today we receive this new commandment that shapes our abundant life in Christ that we celebrate on Easter morning. This new commandment is none other than love one another, just as Jesus has loved us. And the example of Jesus’ footwashing gives form to that love. For when Jesus’ washes the feet of his disciples he defies worldly assumptions of love rooted in false notions of power.

After all our Lord and Savior is the one that we glorify with Hosanna’s as he entered Jerusalem on a donkey. This teacher, this master, is one that bows down and washes the feet of his disciples, and in doing so demonstrates that love is both a giving and a receiving, an action of humbling self-emptying that invites others to empty so that they too may receive and share God’s greatest gift of all…love. It is this love that will empower us to follow Jesus to the cross and to be present at the empty tomb on Sunday. All so that we may receive God’s cleansing love for us and share it with others.

The cleansing act of footwashing, humanizes Peter and the disciples. Peter and the disciples may have bathed that day, but they were covered in sin. They needed to be made holy, to be cleansed of their sins, so that they could know the love of God in Christ for them.

Jesus in washing their feet emptied himself so that the disciples could be made clean, so that they could receive God’s love for them. But it was not just a gift given to be hoarded by the disciples. For the ultimate meaning of being made human, of being cleansed and transformed into holiness, is that God’s love restores and reconciles us with the other. To be fully human is to love others as God in Christ loves us. It is to be connected with each other in a way that both simultaneously empties of sin and fills us with God’s love that humanizes the other.

Think of all the ways that we dehumanize each other, both in word and action. We use sharp words, we lie, we ignore, we judge, we condemn, we strip people of power, we beat them, imprison them, we kill them. We treat others as disposable. We make them into something not someone that can be easily discarded. We treat them as animals rather than as humans created in the image of God. In all of these actions we are washing our hands of others, just as Pilate washed his hands of Jesus.

Pilate, motivated not by love but by fear, dehumanizes Jesus. In John 19 we read that Pilate: has Jesus flogged, places a crown of thorns on his head, dresses Jesus in a purple robe to mock him as the king of Jews, allows Jesus to be struck in the face, ridicules him to the mob and then ultimately hands him over to the mob for crucifixion. All are ways Pilate, washes his hands of Jesus.

Joel Marcus writes, “It is precisely this sort of dehumanization that Jesus experienced on the cross – for our benefit. He was flushed away in the ancient Roman sewage disposal system….” Jesus truly becomes as Psalm 22 prophesies “a worm, not human” Paul in Galatians tells us that Christ became a curse for us. In 2 Corinthians Paul writes, “God made him, who did not know sin, to become sin, in order that we might become the righteousness of God in him. “Paul does not say that Christ became a cursed person but that he became a curse; he does not say that God turned him into a sinful human being, but that he turned him into sin. Christ becomes a thing for us – a bad thing.

When we feel, therefore, that the negative opinion of other people, or their indifference, or our own failings have robbed us of our most precious possession, our image of ourselves as worthwhile human beings, we are not undergoing an experience that is alien to Christ. And it is precisely in this ability to identify ourselves with Jesus, or rather in his self- identification with our dehumanized state, that our humanity is returned to us.
Christ becomes sin, so that we become the righteousness of God in him; Jesus through his cleansing both in his life and in his death gives us the ability to be fully human.

Pilate’s washing of his hands of Jesus is in sharp contrast to Jesus’ actions at the last supper when he washes the feet of his disciples. Jesus does not wash his hands of the disciples. Rather he washes them so that they may receive His love and His promise for their lives, so that they may go out and share Jesus’ life giving promise with others. And in doing so, Jesus sets in motion the life giving redemption of the world, one soul at a time. You see when Jesus humanizes us, he gives us a wholeness that is not just an individual wholeness, but a wholeness that is experienced as connectedness with others. This is the nature of his love for us, it is meant to restore and reconcile us with others, that is how we experience love.

There is a small town in France, called Le Chambon that I believe demonstrated Jesus’ footwashing during World War II. The villagers, mostly Christian farmers living in the mountain town, were isolated from the dehumanizing reign of Nazi Germany. They were not aware of the extent that Hitler and his men went to dehumanize whole groups of people, by placing them in ghettoes, by herding them on trains to extermination camps, by stripping them bare and ordering them to dig their own graves and then shooting them or gassing them. All these actions meant to strip people of their humanity and make them into things. Pilate and his dehumanizing ways were alive and well in the Nazi regime.

The villagers of Le Chambon were aware however, that they had been ordered by the occupying government not to take in Jews, under penalty of death. When Jews began to show up in their town and on their doorsteps, the Christians of Le Chambon decided to ignore their government’s orders and they took the Jews in at great possible risk to their own safety as well as the safety of their families.

When interviewed many years later why they did it, many shrugged and said that it made sense to do it. That they did not see themselves as heroic, that they did not feel any sentimental love for the Jewish strangers that came to their door. They just did it because it was the right thing to do. Many testified though, to a wonderful thing that happened. As they sheltered the Jewish refugees, as they welcomed them into their lives and their homes and their community, relationships formed and bonds of friendship were made that still live on in the ancestors of the villagers. And the blessing received was that many during that time and even to this day encountered and still encounter the risen Christ through the relationships formed. The actions of the villagers of Le Chambon, rooted in Christ’s self-emptying love, transformed strangers into brothers and sisters, into friends and neighbors.

No where is this more evident than when we come together as a community to share communion. Long ago, after Jesus self-emptied himself and cleansed the disciples, he was betrayed by one of them, Judas, who set in motion the dehumanization of Jesus. As Christians we come to the table repenting of our actions and words and beliefs that have dehumanized others, and we seek the wholeness that comes from the transforming power of the Holy Spirit to make us one with God and one with each other.

The meal we share is life changing. It is restorative. It is a place where we encounter Christ risen through our relationships with each other.

As Methodists we share our table with the other, with the stranger, with anyone who genuinely seeks this cleansing in Christ that brings wholeness and oneness with others, and who repents of that which dehumanizes the other.

No where is Christ’s example made plainer, than when we approach the table, with outstretched hands: our hands symbolizing our willingness to be cleansed, to be emptied of all that is not Christ like, and our eagerness to receive all the promises of our Lord and Savior. But often another thing happens when we receive communion. For one moment in time, the person sharing the bread and the cup, and the person receiving it, exchange a glance.

And in that naked moment, when eyes meet, we know the dehumanized Christ on the cross, humanizes us all as a community into the loving purposes of God. At that moment, our humanity becomes cleansed of all that is sinful, all that is death, all that is evil, as we are washed in the body and blood of Christ and transformed anew into someone that is more than just a one, more than stranger encountering stranger. When we give and receive the bread and the cup we are now one of many joined in love.

It is at that moment that we know God’s love for us and we know that we are changed in God’s cleansing blood.

It is at that moment that we know that we truly are Easter people, prepared to live Christ’s new commandment and share the loving promises of God in Christ with others.

We are prepared to empty ourselves and to follow Christ all the way to the cross on Friday, through the darkness of Saturday, onward into the dawning light of Sunday, where we will encounter the empty tomb and will know the joy and peace that our Lord and Savior has risen, and that we now have been given his cross to take up and share with a dehumanized world in need of God’s reconciling love.