Stories Beyond Ouselves

Each year on Memorial Day, Americans remember those who died serving their country. Once known as Decoration Day, Memorial Day is a tradition where we remember those who died serving their country. In the original general order establishing Memorial Day the purpose of such an observance was twofold. First, the observance was meant to preserve the Spirit in which the men and women served their country with courage and honor.

The second purpose as described in the original order of 1868 was, and I quote:

“Let us, then, at the time appointed, gather around their sacred remains, and garland the passionless mounds above them with choicest flowers of springtime; let us raise above them the dear old flag they saved; let us in this solemn presence renew our pledge to aid and assist those whom they have left among us a sacred charge upon the Nation's gratitude—the soldier's and sailor's widow and orphan.”

The observance was meant to remind us that we have a responsibility. The men and women who fought and died for our country, did so for our freedom. But not for a freedom to do just anything we want. No they fought so that we could have the freedom to continue to be a part of a story that was bigger than us. A story of courage, of bravery, of dignity, righteousness and selflessness. A story of responsibility to take care of others less fortunate than us.

A story that I believe is deeply rooted in our understanding of God.

Psalm 24 speaks of such a story:

Psalm 24:1 - 25:1 ^RS Psalm 24:1 The earth is the LORD's and all that is in it, the world, and those who live in it; ² for he has founded it on the seas, and established it on the rivers. ³ Who shall ascend the hill of the LORD? And who shall stand in his holy place? ⁴ Those who have clean hands and pure hearts, who do not lift up their souls to what is false, and do not swear deceitfully. ⁵ They will receive blessing from the LORD, and vindication from the God of their salvation. ⁶ Such is the company of those who seek him, who seek the face of the God of Jacob.¹ Selah ⁷ Lift up your heads, O gates! and be lifted up, O ancient doors! that the King of glory may come in. ⁸ Who is the King of glory? The LORD, strong and mighty, the LORD, mighty in battle. ⁹ Lift up your heads, O gates! and be lifted up, O ancient doors! that the King of glory may come in. ¹⁰ Who is this King of glory? The LORD of hosts, he is the King of glory. Selah

The psalmist begins with the profound declaration that the earth is the Lord.

In Hebrew the order is slightly different, “To Yahweh belongs the earth,” its inhabitants, its fullness. It is all God’s property and possession. God in his generosity has created the earth, had created us. And in his sovereignty God has ordered the world and in return God asks only that we live our lives in gratitude to Him.

But what does such a life look like?

Well the first point is for us to realize that we are not the ultimate authors of our stories. God, as King is.

§ He not only created us,

§ but he desires to write our story,

§ to order our lives.

But here is the rub. We often don’t want God to write our stories. We want to take control and write our own.

And God gives us the freedom to choose which story we want to write.

He gives us the material of our lives, and then he lets us decide how we want to write the story of our lives.

And many, Christian and non-Christian, choose to go it without God. And I believe that their stories are nothing but fiction with a lot of:

§ passion,

§ a lot of greed,

§ hate,

§ jealousy,

§ envy

§ and lust.

You know what kind of fiction I am talking about. Dime store novels,

§ with a lot of action

§ but no real plot and one dimensional characters.

§ That is a life lived in the freedom without God.

John Wesley, in his sermon entitled Advice to Soldiers, wrote that living in Hades is doing what we want. What may look like freedom is in actuality enslavement to our own passions and desires.

In such stories, there is a lot of brokenness.

§ People are used as mere props,

§ relationships are destroyed

§ and innocents are hurt.

§ Stories are fractured and meaningless.

Such a story has nothing to do with God.

God, the psalmist tell us is the King of glory. There is nothing false or deceitful about God, God after all is holy. He is a God that creates, restores and builds. He is a God that invites his people to ascend to Him and enter into his goodness.

And here we come to my second point. If we allow God to author our stories as an expression of our gratitude to Him, then our lives will have an underlying theme that runs through it.

I recently was discussing with some friends that I have had to preach at quite a lot of funerals lately. And while I was saddened by the losses we as a church have incurred, some who were even close friends, I was also extremely grateful for the honor to preach on these occasions.

As I met with families and friends to console them during their grief and to plan the funeral service for their loved ones, I had the privilege of listening to the stories of their lives.

§ Stories that to the casual observer might seem random or at best non-important in the grand scheme of things.

§ But the collection of the stories often revealed something sacred.

§ A thread woven through the stories by none other than God that gave the life of the deceased person special meaning.

And so often that thread, that special meaning revealed an aspect of God’s goodness.

MARY JANE HART For my mother in law, Mary Jane, who had lead a life filled with tragedy, she lost three of her children before they were adults and experienced times of poverty, she was able rise above the tragedy and live a life of honor and artistic expression. When all the brokenness of her life could have easily defined her, she relied on God to help write her story. And because of that, she served her country with honor as a Wave in World War II. She went on to paint beautiful paintings, which she displayed and sold at local art fairs, bringing blessing and beauty to the lives of many people, including her family.

Anne Scudder was another example of a woman that allowed God to write her story. She too had troubles in her life. But from God she received the gifts of love, humor and hospitality. She honorably served her country during WWII in the US Marine Corp. In all her roles, as wife, mother, sister, nurse and church leader, she always made people feel welcome and at home. Many of us will remember her for the bug pins that she wore on the back of her blouses. She wore those pins so that she when people asked her about the pins, she could enter into a conversation with them and make them feel welcome. Her family and friends knew they could turn to Anne in times of trouble and she would be there to walk with them through any storm.

And then there was Kim Barbato, who just passed recently from a long struggle with cancer. Kim always taught her daughter Cara that love is a choice. Through out Kim’s battle, all who knew her were amazed at her positive outlook and joyful countenance. In the last years of her life, she blessed by leading them to a relationship with Jesus Christ. All who knew Kim were drawn into a deeper spirituality that had as its source the goodness of Jesus Christ. And even as cancer began to race through her body, she continued to use the gifts that God had given her as she volunteered to bring essential medical care to the poor and homeless.

When you listen to the stories of Mary Jane, Anne and Kim, and so many other saints that have passed

§ you see the thread of God woven into their stories.

§ These are people who had the freedom to choose to write any story that they wished.

§ And given the challenges they faced in life, I don’t think anyone would have blamed them if their stories had turned into vignettes of bitterness and dejection.

But that is not what they did with their freedom. They took the freedom that God gave them and they decided to live a larger story, to live God’s story. The psalm in verse 3 asks the question ³ Who shall ascend the hill of the LORD? And who shall stand in his holy place?

These women said with their words and actions, that they would. .And so they joined others who in living their lives, choose to live a story beyond themselves. A story of gratitude, joy, and wholeness. A story that is dedicated in its entirety to God.

Now were these women saints? Are those who live and die beyond themselves for their country saints? It depends on how you define saints. And this is my third point.

I believe they are now saints in heaven. Because in writing their lives stories they continuously sought the righteousness of God, they are now joined with God in his glory, just as the psalmist promises. But here on earth, they were not saints because God had given them the freedom to write their own stories. We can seek the perfection of God the king, but for the majority of us, we will fail to obtain it.

There will be paragraphs that are not of God. Whole sentences that do not have the grammatical order of God or His righteous content. Our stories are always in need of editing as we sin. There will be times when our actions and words are not consistent with God or how we seek to live our lives.

And it is in those times that we need to ask God for his forgiveness to help us correct that, which is in error; to heal that which is broken.

I am reminded that back in the days I used to have to type my term papers at college on an electric typewriter, which for that time was a radical and new invention. And if I made a mistake I had to use white out or an eraser pencil or correction tape. And no matter how hard I tried to make my papers perfect, there were always smudgy evidence left of a mistake or two.

Now a days that is not the case, because of computers, we can now present a perfect product, and no one has to ever be aware of the mistakes or corrections made.

But I wonder, if that has made our lives too easy and reckless. If I know that I have the freedom:

§ to make a mistake and then erase it completely, pretending it was never there,

§ or to say something mean and then go on as if I had not said it,

§ or worse to make a choice that does not reflect the goodness of God and no one has to know about it,

am I falling into a dangerous trap of writing my story without God? We can’t just hit the delete key in our lives and pretend nothing has happened.

God does not desire our perfect stories, our stories without mistakes. These stories are too often, of our own construction and not of God. They might look good, they might be an interesting read, but when we try to find God’s theme of righteousness and love in it, He is not there.

The psalmist reminds us to open our doors that the King of Glory may come in. God wants us to open ourselves so that he may enter in fullness into our lives.

God desires is our stories, in all their messiness. He desires our des ire to seek Him as we find meaning beyond ourselves. When we sin, He is there to forgive and to help make right. He is there helping to construct the meaning in all that we do and say.

I believe that the men and women who have died fighting for our country, wrote stories that were about more than just themselves.

For many, they could have lived a life story that was nothing more than their own desires. But they did not. They looked upward and knew that they had been given freedom by God to pursue and defend His truths.

We remember them today and on each Memorial Day in part out of gratitude for their willingness to give their lives to a greater cause.

But we also remember them, to help us realize that we too have the freedom to live lives for a greater cause as well.

The challenge for us today is what have we written so far and what are we willing to write in the future. It is a challenge the psalmist asked centuries ago when he wrote: ³ Who shall ascend the hill of the LORD? And who shall stand in his holy place?

Finishing the Course

As I have referenced before, for many years I was a competitive sailboat racer. And for a large part of those years I crewed for a single skipper, who along with his wife became good friends of Grady and me. Bill and I raced up and down the southeast coast and traveled each year to the National championships, where although we never one, were always in the top third of the championship group, often taking home some silver.

And it was a joy racing with Bill because after a while we could anticipate each other moves around the race course. I knew to automatically change the sails as Bill would point the boat up or down, and we could tack in perfect synchronicity as we went around the race course. And because we didn’t have to think about what we were doing, it gave us a lot of time to discuss strategy on how we were going to finish the race course.

When Grady and I moved to Florida, I still raced with Bill for another year, but it was apparent that he would need to find a new crew, and I a new skipper. So through some friends I did find a new skipper living in Melbourne. We met and got along fine, so we decided to try to race together. That first regatta, was a mess for both of us. We were sailing out of Melbourne, and luckily the weather was fine. But we couldn’t get our efforts synchronized. He assumed that when he changed course, that I would pull in the sail to a certain point, but I assumed the exact opposite. Poor Bob almost did make it that regatta, I will never forget when I beaned him in the head with the spinnaker pole because he was not standing where Bill always stood!

The next regatta was in Sarasota and when we got there, early Saturday morning it was blowing stink. Which means that the winds were ripping! It was one of those kind of days, that even getting the small 21 foot boat launched in the water was difficult. And the minute the sails went up you could not hear above the roar of the flapping wind and you would just have to take off, white knuckled and pray that you wouldn’t capsize. It was a kind of wind that I loved racing with Bill in. When you are perfectly synchronized it can be a true test of skill and knowledge to finish the course without capsizing or seriously injuring yourself.

But that day, I wanted no part of racing, because I knew that my new skipper and I were not yet practiced enough together to weather such a challenge. I truly doubted that we could make it around the course, even though both of us had done it before in similar winds with different people.

None the less, we did it. Bob threw me a life jacket and off we went. Was it scary? You bet? Did we almost not finish? Several times – but we did. Were we as competitive as before? No, but there was hope that the two of us would come to get to know each other well enough that soon we would be in competitive racing form. And by Sunday, as we pulled the boat out of the water, we were satisfied with our efforts and for finishing the course.

Now I start with this story because Paul in our scripture reading today, is worried about the Ephesians finishing the course. Paul has been with the Ephesians for 3 years and Luke tells us that many miracles and healings were done by Paul, in the name of Christ. Even in the midst of quite a few challenges , Paul’s ministry amongst the Ephesians was probably the most productive seasons of his ministry in any other place and time, and the hope, probably of both Paul and the Ephesians was that Paul would remain there for a long time, using Ephesus as kind of a base for his missionary work in the area.

But then God steps in, in that pesky way that God has and challenges Paul to change course. The Holy Spirit calls Paul to go to Jerusalem and then onward to Rome. So he calls the Ephesian leaders together to say goodbye and give them parting instructions.

And that is where our scripture reading begins today. Reading from Acts chapter 20, verses 24-27.

But I do not account my life of any value nor as precious to myself, if only I may accomplish my course and the ministry which I received from the Lord Jesus, to testify to the gospel of the grace of God. And now, behold, I know that all you among whom I have gone preaching the kingdom will see my face no more. Therefore I testify to you this day that I am innocent of the blood of all of you, for I did not shrink from declaring to you the whole counsel of God.

Paul emphasizes to the Ephesians that his ministry is to testify to God, and this Paul has done faithfully in the midst of the Ephesian community. He never shirked his duty and he always testified and witnessed to the marvelous purpose of God. Paul declares what we all should declare, that our value only comes in how our words and actions

point to Christ and the cross.

And even though it might sound cold to us, Paul tells the Ephesians that he is not responsible for how the Word of God is received, but that our responsibility is only to share the hope and promise with others.

But Paul does not end his goodbyes there, for although he is not responsible for the Ephesians, he

wants to help them finish the course that God has set for them.

And so he gives them four words of advice:

1). Watch out – Beware the wolves.

Acts 20:28-31 Take heed to yourselves and to all the flock, in which the Holy Spirit has made you overseers, to care for the church of God which he obtained with the blood of his own Son. I know that after my departure fierce wolves will come in among you, not sparing the flock; and from among your own selves will arise men speaking perverse things, to draw away the disciples after them. Therefore be alert, remembering that for three years I did not cease night or day to admonish every one with tears.

Paul did not have to get an MBA from Harvard Business School to know that when a leader leaves, there often is a vacuum that Satan uses to exploit a community. And he gets real specific in saying that the attack can often come from within, as people grab and scheme for power and distort the truth. Paul cautions the Ephesians to be alert to this and to be on guard. His tears are a reference to the how this type of activity can tear apart God’s work and God’s church which has been built on the blood of Christ.

2). So to guard against such an attack, Paul encourages the Ephesians to remain in the word.

Acts 20:32 And now I commend you to God and to the word of his grace, which is able to build you up and to give you the inheritance among all those who are sanctified.

God’s message of grace, God’s self-emptying love as revealed in Christ’s life, death and resurrection. Remain in God’s word, in order to receive and be reminded of God’s promises and hope. This prepares a community to receive a new leader, in order to finish the course. Because it reminds us that God uses people in seasons to tend to his flock and to lead them.

When the going is good, sometimes easy to stop staying in the word. But when hard times fall, it is the practices we have done that helps us remember whose we are.

Marianna McKinney recently had surgery for a brain tumor. She had to undergo many tests before and after the surgery including multiple MRIs. She told me how she got through them, with all the humming and the claustrophobia was to sing all the old familiar hymns.

Another parishioner on her deathbed in hospice, had her family surround her as they recited scriptures that they knew by heart. She passed from this world to the next with the word of God as her escort.

But it is more than just personal comfort. When we read scriptures as a community, we understand whose we are, and how we are to follow the cross of Christ.

3). Another way to Guard against attack, is to follow Paul’s example.

Paul makes this point in verses 33-35. I coveted no one's silver or gold or apparel. You yourselves know that these hands ministered to my necessities, and to those who were with me. In all things I have shown you that by so toiling one must help the weak, remembering the words of the Lord Jesus, how he said, `It is more blessed to give than to receive.'"

Not because Paul’s example should be idolized, but because it pointed to the cross of Christ. When a leader leaves, it is important to celebrate their ministry and to the ways that they pointed to the cross of Christ. Their examples help us to imagine how we ourselves are leaders and point to the goodness of Christ, without it all being about ourselves.

Our leaders help us to understand our calling, both personally and as a church. We see their example, and it helps us to believe that we too may be faithful to our calling to follow Christ. Newbigin wrote “The deed and the word do not always have to go together. But they must both be seen to be part of the same reality – the reality of a new power, a new reign which has broken this world." We can't say we believe one thing and act another way.

4). Finally, Paul prays with the Ephesian leaders in their grief.

Acts 20:36 - 21:1 And when he had spoken thus, he knelt down and prayed with them all. And they all wept and embraced Paul and kissed him, sorrowing most of all because of the word he had spoken, that they should see his face no more. And they brought him to the ship.

Paul does not ignore their grief, does not tell them to buckle up and get over it. No, Paul knows that the answer to our grief is prayer. That when we pray together, we have a stronger sense that Jesus in our midst and that he is equipping us to continue the course so that we may complete it.

Our tears remind us of the tears Christ shed on the Cross And we know that our tears are not for naught. Rather as we surrender our tears in prayer to Christ, He gathers them up and redeems them. And this act of Jesus gives us hope and strength to move onward and forward with Him to the cross.

So we see, that whenever there is a change in leadership, whether in sports, or at work or even in the church, it is important to keep four things in mind:

1). Be watchful for evil in our midst and beware the wolves.

2). Guard against evil by faithfully staying in the Word and message of Christ.

3). Celebrate the ministry of the outgoing leadership. Their example taught us a lot what it means in concrete terms to take up the cross of Christ and claim it as our foundation.

4). Pray, pray, pray, and not just alone but with each other and with our leaders, acknowledging our grief even as we claim the Cross of Christ as our past, present and future hope.

Easter Sunrise

Romans 6:3-11 Do you not know that all of us who have been baptized into Christ Jesus were baptized into his death? We were buried therefore with him by baptism into death, so that as Christ was raised from the dead by the glory of the Father, we too might walk in newness of life. For if we have been united with him in a death like his, we shall certainly be united with him in a resurrection like his. We know that our old self was crucified with him so that the sinful body might be destroyed, and we might no longer be enslaved to sin. For he who has died is freed from sin. But if we have died with Christ, we believe that we shall also live with him. For we know that Christ being raised from the dead will never die again; death no longer has dominion over him. The death he died he died to sin, once for all, but the life he lives he lives to God. So you also must consider yourselves dead to sin and alive to God in Christ Jesus.


For a brief while Jesus who was with God since the beginning and who had created the heavens and the earth, emptied himself and in obedience to God came to earth in the form of a human man, so that he could save the world, not condemn it.

And while he was here on earth he healed many, gave hope to the poor, loved the children and the widows, brought the marginalized into his community, ate with the lowest of the lows and challenged all of us to look at our sin and the way we use power to hurt others. All the while he was scorned by those who should have embraced him and misunderstood by many.

All this he did as a gift for us.


When his time here on earth came near to an end, he endured being betrayed by a friend, one of his inner circle. His trial by the authorities was a sham.

The guards beat him and stripped him, mocked him and spit at him. They dragged him to Golgotha where they lay him on a cross with two common criminals on each side. The guards were joined by a large crowd and the elders and chief priests and scribes. Their hatred and disbelief lead them to mock Jesus and taunt him calling him the King of Jews.

Jesus in his love for us, brought them and us, and all of our sin and evil to the foot of the cross, and then he gave his final self up for us. He emptied himself completely up to his Father for us. And then he died.

All this he did as a gift for us.


And at the moment on Good Friday when Jesus died, it must have seemed to the world that evil and sin had won over goodness. The world would stay in darkness and we would scratch out our existence in hatred and sin.

Yet a lone centurion witnessed to the truth. He said, Surely this man was the Son of God. Truth and goodness had prevailed. Jesus has brought us to the cross so that our sins could be forgiven and so that evil could reign no more on earth.

But it was a lone light in the darkness. It was just a flicker and the world had little hope that the light of the goodness of Jesus was for us, that we could claim it. It was a distant light, like the light we see now in the trees. Flickering, illuminating just a little bit, but still leaving us to grope hesitantly in the darkness and in the shadows.

He had died for us, but was it a gift we could receive and claim for our lives?

Three days the world lived in twilight. They took Jesus down from the cross and buried him in a tomb. They put a large boulder at the entrance of the tomb and then they went home and waited.
The last time I was in the Keys, I got up early to see the sunrise. I bundled up in a blanket, just as some of you are bundled here today and I went and sat on the beach and waited. With each passing second the sky changed, colors were introduced, rays of the yet as unseen sun danced off the clouds on the horizon. Twilight was so much better than the darkness, there was so much expectancy and so much hope of something to come that was better than the dark. But still there were shadows and uncertainty.

The ocean remained dark and menacing. The trees moved in the breeze and seemed to loom around me. There was a chill in the air that I could not avoid. There was beauty and goodness but there still was a threat or a potential that darkness would swallow up the light and we would be plunged right back into the chaos of the night.

And just right before the sun indeed peeked over the horizon, there was a pause. Probably not a long one in the span of time of creation, yet a hesitation, that was palpable. It made me hold my breath. It was if the suspension of time was meant to draw me to the promise to come…was preparing me to accept its promise…was inviting me into the new day…I leaned forward as I sat on the beach…

And then the sun in all its brightness came over the horizon and lit up the ocean and the land and my face. Sunrise…The promise of a new day…was indeed there for me to enter into. It had been given to me as a gift that morning and I took it with all its promise and hope.



So the new morning, when the women came to the tomb and found it empty. Jesus had risen. He now sat at the right hand of his father. The heavens were alive with the sounds of praise and halleluiahs, that Jesus, who had emptied himself and came to earth to save us, had indeed brought salvation to the world. A new day had come to earth and to heaven and Jesus was and is Lord of it all. Death, evil and sin would not have the final say. Light would prevail. We would not have to grope around anymore, but we could enter into the new day that the Lord had made.

All this he did as a gift for us.


And the light revealed that Jesus had taken all that was ordinary, all that was familiar to us and made it new. And he did this because he loved us with a love that was stronger than death, stronger than evil, stronger than sin..

When the sun rises and overcomes the darkness, the ocean is still the ocean, the trees still the trees, I am still who I am.

But everything is different now. There has been a change. The light has illuminated everything in the world in a new and fantastic way. By coming to the cross, our sins have been forgiven, we have been liberated and in response we give ourselves up to Christ as an offering to him.

And Jesus takes us in all of our ordinariness and he reshapes us so that we may become extraordinary. Unified with Jesus’ we too become a gift for the world.


In communion we see this. We offer up to Jesus ordinary bread and juice and through the work of the Holy Spirit it becomes a gift to us from Jesus. What is ordinary, becomes extraordinary, life giving, becomes something that points to the goodness of Christ.

All this he did as a gift for us.

But how often do we think of ourselves as extraordinary as a gift for the world. Now I know that sometimes we will say about an egotistical person that they think that they are God’s gift to the world.

But how often do we really understand that in the resurrection Jesus offers to us the gift of a sacred life. A life lived for Jesus, a life that points to Jesus. A life poured out for others, a life of humility and obedience to Jesus. A life of giftedness that is to be shared not hoarded.


Paul in our scripture this morning sees the work of Christ this way. As a gift. He then challenges us to make a decision. We can’t have it both ways. We can’t stay in twilight and live in the darkness while also having one step in the light. Our liberation is not about us having our own way, living as we want to live. The pregnant pause of twilight has occurred. We will either live for Christ or we will live for ourselves.

Jesus has offered us his life, his death and his resurrection. He has offered us the freedom of a sacred life lived as a gift from God to be shared with the world. Will we be slaves to the twilight, to the security of the shadows that hide our shame and guilt, to the darkness where we can gain power and use fear and intimidation for our own gain?

We will either live lives of sacred worth or we will live lives of waste and sin.

Will we turn our backs to the light, or will we seek it for our lives? Will we in response to Christ’s actions, offer ourselves up to Christ so that he can re-form all that we are into his goodness, or will we deny Christ and live according to our needs and our desires?

Scrimmage v. Pilgrimage

Mark 1:21-28 And they went into Capernaum; and immediately on the sabbath he entered the synagogue and taught. And they were astonished at his teaching, for he taught them as one who had authority, and not as the scribes. And immediately there was in their synagogue a man with an unclean spirit; and he cried out, "What have you to do with us, Jesus of Nazareth? Have you come to destroy us? I know who you are, the Holy One of God." But Jesus rebuked him, saying, "Be silent, and come out of him!" And the unclean spirit, convulsing him and crying with a loud voice, came out of him. And they were all amazed, so that they questioned among themselves, saying, "What is this? A new teaching! With authority he commands even the unclean spirits, and they obey him." And at once his fame spread everywhere throughout all the surrounding region of Galilee.

Right before our scripture reading, Jesus has battled Satan in the wilderness and has exited the victor of this the first battle of many. Immediately he calls four men to his side to continue his battle against Satan and immediately they enter a synagogue where Jesus teaches. Mark does not tell us what Jesus teaches. But obviously his words are met with confusion and amazement.

In Mark’s scripture people react differently to the teachings of Jesus. While most seemed to be amazed by Jesus, they seem also not ready to follow him. There questioning seems to indicate that they choose to say to Jesus, we’ll get to you Later. And so Jesus leaves them behind as he continues onward in his journey, leaving those behind who are unable or unwilling to make the pilgrimage with him.

Most of the hearers in the synagogue that day seem paralyzed, not ready to hear Jesus’ words. Many question what they have heard. Obviously they are not prepared to hear what Jesus has to say to them. They might be amazed but they are not ready for action.

Now maybe we should be kind to the assembled crowd that day. It had been ages since a prophet had been in their midst. Malachi had promised so much but those promises seemed to have faded with each passing day. Yes, the assembled were there to prepare themselves to receive a Messiah, but let’s face it, the daily grind, the pressure to conform to Roman ways, probably had dulled their expectation for a Messiah. Complacency had taught them to guard their faith and their community and to be suspicious of anyone who would challenge their traditions and ways. And so when an uninvited Jesus pops in and begins to teach with authority it is hard for those in the synagogue to immediately respond to his teachings with anything but amazement and questioning.

But at least one person in the synagogue hears the words of Jesus and responds. The man with the unclean spirit, isn’t even supposed to be in the synagogue, maybe he has sneaked in, after the service had started. Who knows how far he has come to see Jesus and to hear his words. And immediately the unclean spirit who has possessed the man begins to battle with Jesus, sparring with words. But Jesus rebukes the unclean spirit and commands it to be silent and to come out of the man.

In the midst of the seemingly paralyzed congregation, the power of Jesus to heal and save the world continues onward.

The question then becomes for the rest of the Gospel of Mark, will we follow Jesus. Will give up all of ourselves to make the pilgrimage with Jesus, to claim with authority the authority that He, Jesus has been given by the Father? Will we venture out with Jesus into the unknown wilderness and do battle with evil or will we remain behind in the safety of our own created security? Will we rest in on the sidelines, saying we will get back to you Jesus later, and in the process lose our ability to recognize Jesus’ victory over sin and death and his healing presence that brings wholeness?

Now as most of you are aware, it is Super Bowl Sunday. So I want to bring in some imagery from the sport to help illustrate my point.

In football the play is continuously on and off. I wonder if the creators did this to make room for 1 million dollar ads, but I don’t think so, since football, at least college football came long before the invention of television. This on and off play, marked by long periods of time outs, huddles and inertia, is punctuated by short outbursts of energy and motion.

And I wonder if sometimes we treat our faith like a football game, something to grapple with periodically, and then we huddle, take a time out, or switch sides. Now granted in all this, the periods of no activity are preparing for the activity. But what if the whole point of our faith is to possess Jesus like a team possesses a football?

Something to be possessed or tossed about, all in an effort to “Win” or score points?

Do we spend our efforts and time wanting to possess Jesus, rather than let Jesus possess us? And in our efforts to possess Jesus do we miss out on seeing Jesus in our midst?

During these outbursts of play there is a line of scrimmage, an imaginary line beyond which an opposing team cannot cross. That imaginary line is heavily defended and if it moves then it is assumed that the opposing forces are winning, and that the defenses are weak and breaking down to the offensive force.

That was the line that the scribes drew in the synagogue that day. A line that was meant to shore up the defenses against unclean spirits, against outcasts, against false prophets who would tear apart the world of faith of the Pharisees. A line, granted drawn out of fear and self-preservation. But in drawing that line, those in the synagogue could not recognize Jesus as their Messiah. Yes they were amazed, but they also questioned and when Jesus left, Mark does not record that they followed, as others had and would through out Jesus’ ministry. In fact in Mark, there seemed to be a rather distinct scrimmage line between those who followed Jesus and those who could not or would not.

And I wonder if we create such line of scrimmages today in our world. It’s been almost 2000 years and Jesus has not come back yet. In the meantime, we have tried to keep our faith alive. Yes we have been given the Holy Spirit, but let’s face it, some of the ways that we live out our faith would make it very hard to recognize Jesus come back into our midst. Would we be like the people in the synagogue, if a stranger walked into midst right now, uninvited and began to teach with authority? Would we question the stranger? Would we even recognize the authority of the teacher? Would we get annoyed that following the stranger into our midst would be the chaotic mess of someone who was consumed in sin wanting healing?

And those scrimmage lines might extend even beyond the realm of the church. Maybe we have personal scrimmage lines. Do we say “Jesus you can have all of me up to a point, up to this imaginary line.” Do not cross that line, or I will have to defend with all my might, or worse even deny you and your power for my life.

I believe the man with the demons, had no such line. He was so consumed with the unclean spirit, that he had no hope other than Jesus. He could not rely on his own defenses, he had to give all of himself to Jesus in order to be healed.

So instead of these outbursts of faith meant to possess Jesus, marked by scrimmage lines to defend what if instead we lived our faith as a pilgrimage.

A pilgrimage is a journey to a sacred place.

One where we all start on different paths, but we have the same goal. And like the pilgrims of old, as we start out on our treks we are guided by the Holy Spirit, by Scripture, by those who went before us and told us of the many things they encountered and saw.

In Italy, where my stepmother is from, there is a church, between Rome and Florence, outside the ancient walled city of Lucca, where pilgrims would converge and rest as the made their pilgrimage to the Holy Land. And there, they would try to communicate with each other in their unfamiliar languages and they would tell stories about Jesus and share their faith stories. All the while they were inspiring each other to move onward toward the Holy Land, their final destination.

Curran is going to the Holy Land. Many of us won’t have that opportunity.

But it doesn’t mean that we aren’t on a pilgrimage to the Holy Land. That Holy Land is a physical place, but it is also a spiritual place where we let Jesus guide us on our journey through this life. A place where Wesley says we will eventually rest in the will of God and be united forever with Jesus. A place few arrive permanently before they die, but still a place we yearn to travel to each and every day of our lives as Christians.

In our scripture today, I imagine that the scribes and Pharisees, sitting in their synagogue, thought they had arrived.

They were safe, they were confident in their faith. They were the keepers, the protectors of the faith. They had no need for a travel plan, they had already arrived.

When they encountered Jesus, they could not recognize him for who he was, because they had not prepared themselves to know Him.

But someone in the congregation did recognize him. An outcast, a man with a demon. And man who needed healing, who had been trapped and enslaved by evil forces. He recognized Jesus. He called out to him.

So do we live our lives as if we are on a pilgrimage to find Jesus? Do we allow the Holy Spirit to guide us ? Do we rely on the resurrection of the Jesus to be our compass? Do we bring with us the Holy Scriptures, the Old and New Testaments for sustenance? Do we travel alone, or do we rely on our fellow travelers in the church to strengthen and encourage us when we are tired or when we stumble?

Mark repeatedly tells us in his gospel that Jesus disturbs and distabilizes the established. What do we do when that happens on our pilgrimage? Do we retreat to our fortressed walls of security, or do we press onward, allowing Jesus to change or correct our course? Do we walk clothed in our baptism, taking sustenance from our communion meal? Do we continuously seek to encounter the risen Lord Jesus and his hope for healing, redemption and peace?

In the year 433, Saint Patrick was a pilgrim journeying to the King’s court. En route, he and his men prayed a special prayer of protection, later known as the Lorica or Deer’s Cry. At one point St. Patrick and his men were surrounded on both sides by Druids who lay in hiding, ready to kill. The druids however only saw a gentle doe followed by twenty fawns as St. Patrick and men passed by. There was no slaughter that day.

I believe this was the prayer or something just like it that brought the man with the unclean spirits to Jesus that day in the synagogue.

May this prayer bless you on your pilgrimage with Jesus as it has all who have ever prayed it on their journey.

Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me, Christ in me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me, Christ on my right, Christ on my left, Christ in breadth, Christ in length, Christ in height, Christ in the heart of every person who thinks of me, Christ in the mouth of every person who speaks of me, Christ in every eye that sees me, Christ in every ear that hears me.