I will admit that I die a little inside when O is wearing DC comics gear but, well, he looks good in it.
O also met his cousin (my first nephew!) today too.
It’s been a good start to our long weekend in Florida.
I wasn’t too nervous preaching before my first call committee today. This sermon was preached at Good Shepherd in Glen Rock, New Jersey. Good Shepherd was my “neutral” site. A call committee traveled to watch me preach and lead as much of the worship as I could today. Only two lessons were printed in the bulletin today but I quoted the epistle reading anyways.
Lessons: Isaiah 55:10-13; Psalm 65:(1-8), 9-13; Romans 8:1-11; Matthew 13:1-9, 18-23
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So what does it mean to be good soil?
That sounds like the right question to ask today, after hearing these words from Jesus. But the one that I always find myself asking is slightly different and a little more personal. I don’t want to know what it means to be good soil – I want to know if I am good soil. Like, if you were able to add me up, take all my parts – my strengths, faults, joys, and sins – am I good soil? I think that’s the question many of us hear when we meet Jesus’ words today. He’s speaking a parable – a short little story that’s using something familiar to illustrate God’s kingdom. Jesus is on a boat, a little ways from the shore of a lake, and I imagine he’s shouting to make sure this large crowd of people can hear him, and he’s telling them this story where a sower – a farmer – is just throwing seeds, not caring where they land. Later, the disciples ask Jesus what this story was all about – because I think they had that same question we have – they were asking if they were good soil. They were asking if they were getting it right. I mean, they’re the first disciples, they left their jobs, their families, and are wandering with Jesus from town to town, lake shore to lake shore, teaching and preaching about the amazing things that Jesus is doing and saying. It almost goes without saying that if anyone is good soil, those first disciples would be it. But they asked that question – am I good soil ‚Äì because that’s a nagging question that never stops nibbling because how do you measure, when it comes to being faithful, Godly, a Good Christian, what it means to be good enough? When it comes to living, how do we live a good soil life?
I’ve been thinking about soil a lot recently and not just because of this parable. You see, two weeks ago, my family and I left Manhattan and moved out here. We’re renting a house and we have this strange thing called a yard – maybe you’ve heard of them. And everything is so green. This is something I’m not use too. I’m use to concrete slaps, asphalt, or, if I’m lucky, a little flower box that I can lay out on a fire escape. But not anymore. I’ve actually got a yard that I have to mow and weed, trim and water, and pay attention to.
And the yard that I’m tending – it’s completely overgrown. When we first rolled in, the grass in the front was a foot tall, vines wrapped around the drains and trees, and the bushes are huge. This is a yard that has not been taken care of for awhile and it shows. But it’s good soil because when you grab a hold of it and put it in your hand, it’s dark, moist, and smells so earthy. And everything just grows – the weeds alongside the flowers – everything just goes up and up. That’s what good soil looks like – that’s what good soil grows – everything just keeps going up and up and up. And that’s what the good soil Christian life should look like, right? We just keep going up and up and up. Our prayers seem a little more spiritual. We might remember to say grace at every meal. Our kids make it to confirmation class on time and we make sure that forgetting our Sunday morning coffee doesn’t get in the way of saying hello to the new person who walks in.
But maybe Jesus is saying something slightly different to us today. And it goes back to that handful of dirt that I picked up in my new yard. Because if you grab it, touch it, it smells good. It looks good. This is good soil. But this is soil that I had nothing to do with. Two weeks ago was the first time I stood on it. Two weeks ago was the first time I reach down and grabbed it. The house I’m living in is 60 years old – I had nothing to do with making this good soil. I didn’t help this soil choose to be good – Nature and Creation took care of that. All I did was sign a lease, move in, and I now find myself living in and with good soil. I didn’t cause the good soil – but I do need to figure out how to live in it.
And that’s what we’re supposed to do. Jesus isn’t telling us to be good soil – Jesus is calling us to live as if we are already good soil.
Now, that’s a hard thing. I mean, we all made it to church today – so that should count for something – but we also know who we are. If we took a second to think back over this last week, we’d probably find at least one moment where we didn’t love our neighbor. Maybe more. We all have those moments. And, if we’re honest, that’s not what it means to be good soil. We wouldn’t get mad at a coworker, or our son, our spouse, or that person who didn’t signal before the changed lanes in front of us. We wouldn’t let our own busy lives distract us from that friend in need who reached out to us but we just had to say no because we had one last errand to run. And we wouldn’t forget to say our prayers last night. If we were good soil, we wouldn’t forget all those things. We’d be perfect. But we’re not. And, the thing is, Jesus knows that. Jesus gets it. He knows we’re not perfect – he knows those disciples he’s talking to aren’t perfect either. This is the same group that will deny Jesus three times, will desert him when he’s dying on the cross, and will doubt the women who run to the tomb and tell the world that he’s raised. We’re never going to be the good soil we think we should be – but we can live like we are by knowing who’s we are. We belong to Jesus – he’s our good soil – he’s the moist, true, earthy, heavenly, ground that we can stand on. We’ve been baptized. We’ve been grabbed by the Holy Spirit to be here today. We’ve been touched by God and, in a moment, when we share that bit of bread and that bit of drink, we’re going to be nourished by that good soil that has been gifted to us.
We can’t choose that kind of soil. We can’t create that kind of soil. But Jesus can, and he does, and he gifts it to us. Because we are his, he is ours, and Jesus isn’t looking for only the good soil – he’s not looking for dirt – he’s looking for sowers.
Jesus’s parable isn’t only about the soil; it’s about the sowing. And what exactly is being seeded out? Words and stories. Hearing the word of the kingdom is a sharing, it’s a giving, and this sharing is what Jesus is calling us to be and do. Going out and telling others how God has made a difference in your life – that’s sowing. Telling your coworkers that you actually went to church today, that’s sowing. Making sure your grandkids come with you to church when they visit from out of town, that’s sowing. Even opening up Facebook on your iPhone and checking in at Good Shepherd – that’s sowing too.
Jesus, in this parable, is encouraging us. He’s telling us that not all soil is the same. We’re going to try some things and it’s just not going to work. The stewardship campaign that we spend 5 months planning is going to fall short. A new Sunday School curriculum is going to fall flat. The friend we mention Jesus to is going to completely tune us out. But we’re not called to live only for results – we’re called to keep sowing, keep trying, keep praying, and keep asking God to make us good soil so that we can keep sharing the good news that God is present, that Jesus loves us, that God has claimed us, and that we’re not doing this on our own. As Paul says in his letter to the Romans, “there’s no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.” We’re not asked to wait until we are good soil to proclaim that God has impacted our life. No, we’re called to live as if we are already good soil because Jesus has claimed us and Christ is in us.
We’re called to sow. We’re called to plant. We’re called to try new things and to throw our faith filled seeds everywhere, with abandon because, in our baptism, God has claimed us. God has grabbed us. God graced us. Jesus is given to us and he is our good soil – so let’s go live that out.
Amen.
I haven’t lived in a house in a long time. Well, let me qualify that statement a bit. While living in NYC, I spent my time in houses converted into apartments (some better than others) but I’ve never lived as an adult as the primary occupant of a complete house. I’m living that dream now.
It is daunting.
I’m still renting and we moved into a house that has been a rental for probably 40 years. And it looks like it. The inside has only been partially renovated. The kitchen was rebuilt at some point but just built on top of the original floor. We can still see the old floor through some of the bottom cabinets. The garage door is original to the house (built in the 50s) and its paint is peeling. Every window has at least 4 different hardware sets for blinds or curtains and most of it has been painted over. Also, we can see that the owner originally painted over wallpaper rather than remove the wall paper itself. Random closets were installed and there is a million nails and random hooks stuck in the walls. There’s also baseboard heaters that come off when you breathe on them. It’s a mess of a house but we’re making it our own. We’re removing all the random hardware, fixing up cracks, sanding the rusted bits, taking down all the random cables entering the building, cleaning up the yard (and figuring out how to mow it), and just fixing up everything. We’ll paint. We’ll make this place look great. I’m just not sure how long it’ll take.
House living is different.
Here are a few pictures of some of the things we’re dealing with. You can follow along on my instagram.



We spent our second weekend as official New Jersey residents in Ocean City for the 4th of July. I spent the entire time with two of my favorites, discovered several new awesome breakfast spots, and still have sand in my toes even though I’ve been home for the last eight hours. I can’t wait to go back.

Well it happened: I’m living in the ‘burbs.
After being assigned to New Jersey Synod in March, we decided that heading to New Jersey after graduation (whatever my call status is at the time) made the most sense. K found a rental house in a great neighborhood that is easy for her to commute back to Manhattan. We said goodbye to the seminary campus, packed up our belongings, bought my brother’s old car, and headed to the ‘burbs. The house is a complete mess (it has been a rental for at least 40 years), the yard is ridiculous, the animals are stressed out, I’m a full-time dad while I await a call, and I’m learning that living in a one-car household is a little strange for Paramus, New Jersey. But O and I explored two playgrounds within a 20 minute walk today and he found one he liked.
Goodbye NYC. Hello New Jersey.
I preached this today at Trinity Long Island City, saying goodbye to the community that brought me on this journey that I now find myself on.
Lessons: Jeremiah 20:7-13; Psalm 69:7-18; Romans 6:1b-11; Matthew 10:24-39
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So, two days ago, I sat in a car outside Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, caught in some lunch hour traffic. It was day 2 of my road trip from Raleigh, North Carolina to NYC, where I went to buy my brother’s old car and drive it back home – and the traffic was barely moving. My legs ached because I wasn’t use to all this driving and my head was a little foggy after spending the last two days listening to Iggy Azalea’s “Fancy” like a million times on the radio and I felt trapped between SUVs, pickup trucks, and semis, on this highway 180 miles from home. But then I noticed something ‚Äì something that I wouldn’t have noticed if the traffic was actually moving. There was this man, standing on an overpass, over the highway, and he was holding this large sign. I don’t remember exactly what the sign said ‚Äì something about repenting and following Jesus ‚Äì but I remember that man because he was standing there and giving the happiest, friendliest wave to everyone as they drove by. SUV, semi-truck, old pickup ‚Äì we all got that same, happy, smiling wave, as we inched along. Here was a man who heard Jesus’ commands ‚Äì heard his words in Matthew ‚Äì heard the word to Go out – and this is where it lead him: to an overpass outside Harrisburg, PA.
These words from Matthew ‚Äì they are part of a whole chapter that Jesus devotes to instructing his disciples about what it means to follow Jesus. After blessings and giving the disciples orders to cast out demons and cure the sick, Jesus follows up with words on what to bring, how to interact with people you meet, and what to do when people aren’t happy that you’re there. These disciples are being sent out ‚Äì sent beyond Jesus’ immediate presence ‚Äì and they are told to GO, to visit new places and meet new people ‚Äì to tell their story and to tell all the new things that God is doing through Jesus. Jesus’ words to his disciples are simple ‚Äì they are to just GO ‚Äì to preach the gospel, tell their story, talk about Jesus, share Jesus with everyone they meet because once you roll with Jesus, everything changes.
And what we heard today ‚Äì these are Jesus’ last bit of instruction to his disciples. And – I’ll be honest – they’re not my favorite Jesus sayings. Sure, there’s the bit about God knowing every hair on my head ‚Äì that’s a personal favorite of mine ‚Äì but then Jesus continues. He says he comes to not bring peace but to bring a sword. He says he has come to turn son against father, daughter against mother ‚Äì where is the love here? Where is the hope and peace that defines the Jesus we know and love? This isn’t the gentle Jesus – this is a hard Jesus. This isn’t even the Jesus that asks us to be nicer to someone else or to think more of our neighbor or the stranger down the block – this is a harsh Jesus that says once you roll with Jesus, everything changes. And not just our disposition or emotions – we don’t just start thinking happier thoughts or become more optimistic and positive ‚Äì no, when Jesus says Go ‚Äì things become riskier ‚Äì everything changes.
But what exactly does it mean to Go?
If we take our relationship with Jesus seriously, does that mean everything about ourselves right now has to change? Do we quit our jobs, pack up our families, and like the early disciples of Jesus, head on out into unknown places? Or maybe, like that man on the highway outside Harrisburg, do we give up our lunch hour to hold a sign, to proclaim the importance of Jesus with a friendly wave to anyone who sees us go by? Or do we do something maybe a little more tame – and we send an email to Pastor Paul or maybe our bishop – and ask about seminary and just what it means to be a pastor in Jesus’ church?
To be honest, I wish I had a better answer to what it means to Go. After three years in seminary, one year on internship, a summer working as a chaplain at a hospital – after all the sermons I’ve preached, all the books I read, all the lectures I attended, all the people I sat with as they took their last breath, all the babies I blessed as they began their walk on earth – from all the Tweets and facebook posts, Confirmation and Sunday School lessons I taught and created – I wish I had a better answer for all of us of just what it means to Go. But I don’t. There isn’t a checklist out there where we just cross everything off that helps us be the best Christian or be the best disciples in the world. There’s isn’t a special code that unlocks the secret to what God is doing in every situation we find ourselves in at home or at work. And seminary doesn’t give you all the answers and it doesn’t even help you say the right thing in those situations where you just don’t know what to say. I can’t say that after all this that I know what your Go will look like ‚Äì but I can say this ‚Äì just Go.
Because that’s what Jesus is saying. Jesus is saying “Go and Go Out” – because Jesus is taking us somewhere where our story needs to be shared – where our struggles need to be told – where our hopes, fears, loves, and peace need to meet with someone we don’t know yet. They need to hear our story – our meeting with Jesus – our struggles with God ‚Äì they need to know when we felt God in our lives and when we didn’t. They need to know all of our story because that’s part of God’s story. That’s what Paul is hinting at in our second lesson ‚Äì that’s part of what baptism is all about ‚Äì your story is now God’s story and God’s story is now your story ‚Äì and that story needs to be shared with the person not in the pew sitting next to you but with the person that you’re about to meet. We don’t know where this will take us – or what this we’ll cause us to do – but our command from Jesus is to just Go ‚Äì Go because God is with us. Go because God loves us. Go because God is bringing us to love and bring hope to places that can only respond with a sword. Your journey might lead you to Seminary, it might lead you to a bridge in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania to say hi to a guy waving to drivers every Friday – or it might lead you to someplace entirely new. But wherever it leads us, know one thing ‚Äì God knows you ‚Äì God loves you ‚Äì Jesus is with you ‚Äì so just Go.
Amen.
Here’s the third (and final) blessing I received on my sendoff on Sunday.
O God of Outrage, worshiped by the saints and all the angels: pour out your Spirit on your servants who, with the gift of music, welcome the Misfits and give hope to the Damned. Embolden your musical Stooges, that with dissonant courage they might Clash with Bad Religion, clarify every Social Distortion, and shred every Black Flag of government tyranny and corporate oppression. Through their ministry heal our Poison Hearts and purify our Maimed Happiness as we await your coming glory, our Holiday in the Sun. In your name we pray, Amen.
Here’s another sendoff blessing I received on Sunday.
We thank you, O God, for all your servants and witnesses of times past. Through their example, inspire us to act in Spirit and in truth. Give us the wisdom of Gandalf, the humility of Aragorn, the faithfulness of Samwise Gamgee and steadfast endurance of Frodo Baggins, the alacrity of Legolas Greenleaf and courageous strength of Gimli. Unite us in your fellowship with all the saints who have passed to glory in the Timeless Halls; in your mercy, give the hope of your salvation and the promise of eternal life to those of us who endure in Middle Earth. In your name we pray, Amen.
Yesterday, I said goodbye to Advent NYC where I served for the last four years during my seminary career. At a special reception after the 11 am service, three special blessings were shared with me. Here’s one of them.
Gracious God, whose ark of the covenant melted the face of Belloq, yet whose mercy spared Indiana Jones and Marion, we thank you for Marc’s time and service here at Advent church.
He came in as a young Padawan, and now is leaving as a Jedi for Jesus.
Please Lord, bless him with focused sermons that can cut to the heart of his congregation like a light saber through the belly of a tauntaun. Give him faith as deep as the Sarlac pit, and let not even ingesting a heavily armored bounty hunger disturb it.
Give him the wisdom of Yoda, yet may he never confuse his syntax by placing the verb before the subject. Confusing that would be.
Give him the strength of a wookie, yet let him be a better loser at holographic checkers.
Give him a warm heart so he can empathize with others and also survive being frozen in carbonite.
Give him the friendliness of an Ewok, but never let him be as annoying.
Lord, illuminate Marc’s path with the light of the twin suns of Tatooine and bless him wherever you lead him.
From Ephesus to Endor.
From Antioch to Alderaan.
From Damascus to Dagobah.
Lord, when Marc is doubtful, whisper in his ear, “Marc, I am your father.” And then add in a rasphy heavy breath, ’cause that will be cooler.
Keep him from the dark side. And let Marc know that your force is with him…always.
Amen.