Since Sliced Bread: a sermon on seeing names

[Jesus said:] “There was a rich man who was dressed in purple and fine linen and who feasted sumptuously every day. And at his gate lay a poor man named Lazarus, covered with sores, who longed to satisfy his hunger with what fell from the rich man’s table; even the dogs would come and lick his sores. The poor man died and was carried away by the angels to be with Abraham. The rich man also died and was buried. In Hades, where he was being tormented, he looked up and saw Abraham far away with Lazarus by his side. He called out, ‘Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue; for I am in agony in these flames.’ But Abraham said, ‘Child, remember that during your lifetime you received your good things, and Lazarus in like manner evil things; but now he is comforted here, and you are in agony. Besides all this, between you and us a great chasm has been fixed, so that those who might want to pass from here to you cannot do so, and no one can cross from there to us.’ He said, ‘Then, father, I beg you to send him to my father’s house— for I have five brothers—that he may warn them, so that they will not also come into this place of torment.’ Abraham replied, ‘They have Moses and the prophets; they should listen to them.’ He said, ‘No, father Abraham; but if someone goes to them from the dead, they will repent.’ He said to him, ‘If they do not listen to Moses and the prophets, neither will they be convinced even if someone rises from the dead.’”

Luke 16:19-31

My sermon from the 19th Sunday After Pentecost (September 25, 2016) on Luke 16:19-31.

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Sarcastic Savior: a sermon on playing God’s game.

Then Jesus said to the disciples, “There was a rich man who had a manager, and charges were brought to him that this man was squandering his property. So he summoned him and said to him, ‘What is this that I hear about you? Give me an accounting of your management, because you cannot be my manager any longer.’ Then the manager said to himself, ‘What will I do, now that my master is taking the position away from me? I am not strong enough to dig, and I am ashamed to beg. I have decided what to do so that, when I am dismissed as manager, people may welcome me into their homes.’ So, summoning his master’s debtors one by one, he asked the first, ‘How much do you owe my master?’ He answered, ‘A hundred jugs of olive oil.’ He said to him, ‘Take your bill, sit down quickly, and make it fifty.’ Then he asked another, ‘And how much do you owe?’ He replied, ‘A hundred containers of wheat.’ He said to him, ‘Take your bill and make it eighty.’ And his master commended the dishonest manager because he had acted shrewdly; for the children of this age are more shrewd in dealing with their own generation than are the children of light. And I tell you, make friends for yourselves by means of dishonest wealth so that when it is gone, they may welcome you into the eternal homes. “Whoever is faithful in a very little is faithful also in much; and whoever is dishonest in a very little is dishonest also in much. If then you have not been faithful with the dishonest wealth, who will entrust to you the true riches? And if you have not been faithful with what belongs to another, who will give you what is your own? No slave can serve two masters; for a slave will either hate the one and love the other, or be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and wealth.”

Luke 16:1-13

My sermon from the 18th Sunday After Pentecost (September 18, 2016) on Luke 16:1-13.

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& Found: a sermon on being lost and living found.

Now all the tax collectors and sinners were coming near to listen to him. And the Pharisees and the scribes were grumbling and saying, “This fellow welcomes sinners and eats with them.” So he told them this parable: “Which one of you, having a hundred sheep and losing one of them, does not leave the ninety-nine in the wilderness and go after the one that is lost until he finds it? When he has found it, he lays it on his shoulders and rejoices. And when he comes home, he calls together his friends and neighbors, saying to them, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep that was lost.’ Just so, I tell you, there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who need no repentance. “Or what woman having ten silver coins, if she loses one of them, does not light a lamp, sweep the house, and search carefully until she finds it? When she has found it, she calls together her friends and neighbors, saying, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found the coin that I had lost.’ Just so, I tell you, there is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents.”

Luke 15:1-10

My sermon from the 17th Sunday After Pentecost (September 11, 2016) on Luke 15:1-10.

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A sermon in memory of Linda

When Jesus saw the crowds, he went up the mountain; and after he sat down, his disciples came to him. Then he began to speak, and taught them, saying:

“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.
“Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.
“Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.
“Blessed are the merciful, for they will receive mercy.
“Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God.
“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God.
“Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
“Blessed are you when people revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account. Rejoice and be glad, for your reward is great in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you.

Matthew 5:1-12

My sermon in memory of Linda (September 10, 2016) on Matthew 5:1-12.

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Let’s Hear It For Love: a sermon on Jesus, love, and being vulnerable.

On one occasion when Jesus was going to the house of a leader of the Pharisees to eat a meal on the sabbath, they were watching him closely.

When he noticed how the guests chose the places of honor, he told them a parable. “When you are invited by someone to a wedding banquet, do not sit down at the place of honor, in case someone more distinguished than you has been invited by your host; and the host who invited both of you may come and say to you, ‘Give this person your place,’ and then in disgrace you would start to take the lowest place. But when you are invited, go and sit down at the lowest place, so that when your host comes, he may say to you, ‘Friend, move up higher’; then you will be honored in the presence of all who sit at the table with you. For all who exalt themselves will be humbled, and those who humble themselves will be exalted.” He said also to the one who had invited him, “When you give a luncheon or a dinner, do not invite your friends or your brothers or your relatives or rich neighbors, in case they may invite you in return, and you would be repaid. But when you give a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, and the blind. And you will be blessed, because they cannot repay you, for you will be repaid at the resurrection of the righteous.”

Luke 14:1,7-14

My sermon from the 12th Sunday After Pentecost (August 28, 2016) on Luke 14:1,7-14.

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So when we’re in our cars, who picks the music that we hear? The rule, in my household, is that whoever’s driving picks the music we’re listening too. It’s a system that usually works but I’ll admit that, when I pick the music, my habits can annoy the other passengers in the car. I’m not the type of person who just hits play and let the music flow. I’m the type of person who skips around. Even when I put on my playlist labeled “all-time favorites,” I can’t just hit “play.” I have to search for the music that is speaking to me today – and that sometimes means listening to the first 3 seconds of 20 songs before I find the one I want to hear. And one song I keep wanting to hear lately is from the an older pop-punk band called the Smoking Popes. They’re from Chicago, they still tour, and they mix the power and energy of punk music with the crooning vocal style of a Tony Bennett or Frank Sinatra. And the song I keep searching for is from 1993 and is called “Let’s Hear It For Love.” That’s an uplifting title for a song. That’s that a title that seems to celebrate the bliss and passion and positive experiences love can bring. But, once the vocalist starts singing, we hear a song centered on the other side of love. It begins with the lines “Let’s hear it for heartache. Let’s hear it for pain.” And after we hear the chorus a couple of times, the main there for the entire song comes through: “Let’s hear it for letting someone totally ruin your life. Let’s hear it for love.” That’s a bit depressing. But I value this song because it points to something that is necessary for love: it points to vulnerability. It’s impossible to truly love unless we risk that this relationship might leave us with a broken heart. 

And that, I think, is at the center of Jesus’ words today. Jesus is at a dinner party. He walks through the front door and everyone, immediately looks at him. Now when I walk into a room and everyone stares at me, that makes me feel pretty uncomfortable. But not Jesus. He, instead, stares right back. He watches as people where they are going to sit. He notices that some are picking seats next to their friends so they would have some to talk too. Others don’t really care where they sit as long as they don’t sit next to that one person they can’t really stand. And some are picking, what I would call, the “cool kids” spots and others are elsewhere, sitting at the 1st century version of the kids table. The people at this dinner party might not know everyone’s name but they know where everyone is supposed to sit. It’s basically like…high school…with a social dynamic that still matters in our lives even if high school happened to us years ago. This dinner party is more than just a few friends hanging out. It’s a place where people network, where they talk, and where the cool kids know everyone will be sucking up to them for some kind of favor or influence. And those uncool kids, well, they know they’re going to be asked to do something to prove why they should be there. This party is a social engagement where everyone is trying to figure out just what they can get from each other. 

And then there’s Jesus… who doesn’t seem to follow the rules. He leans over to his friend,  to the one who invited him, and tells him a very un-high school thing to do: When hosting a dinner party, don’t just invite your friends. Don’t invite someone special. Don’t invite anyone who could ever invite you to a dinner party of their own. Instead, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, and the blind. Invite those who might never have a room to host a party in or extra food to share. Invite those who no one expects to be there – those who can never give you anything – because that’s what the kingdom of God looks like. 

The more I sat with this text…the more the word “invite” got to me. I’m sure I’m not the only one who has invited people to events knowing, or secretly praying, that they wouldn’t come. The word ‘invite’ can, in some ways, get us off the hook because the people we ‘invite’ can always say no. But Jesus isn’t saying just invite the poor – he’s saying they’ll come. They’ll be there. And when they come, don’t expect they’ll know all the rules we know. They might not know where to sit, they might not know which fork to use, and they might talk about things they’re not supposed to. They might share stories or experiences that don’t match our own or challenge everything we believe. And if they are differently abled or injured or incapacitated in some way, they might not eat the foods we want to serve. They might not even be able to chew at all. But we promised them a dinner party – so that’s what we do. A dinner party for those who can’t give us anything is a dinner party for the vulnerable. And the only way we can throw that kind of party is if we become vulnerable too. 

God’s kingdom isn’t a kingdom centered on what we can get. It’s center on what we can give. When we sit at the table with someone who is different from us, we’re invited to have a relationship with them. We’re called to get to know them, to understand their fears, their struggles, their joys, and what makes them who they are. And that knowing only works if we take a risk and let this other person, this vulnerable person, make us vulnerable too. At this kind of table, there is nothing that we can get. There is nothing this other person can give us that will improve our social capital, our standing among our peers, or make us look good in the eyes of our friends. At this table, our expectations aren’t enough to set the rules because we’re sitting with the unexpected. For that relationship to fully matter, we have to take the risk of being vulnerable. 

And that’s God’s table. God’s table is a table of vulnerability. It’s a table where risk happens and where love…well…where love doesn’t run away from heartache. It’s a table where love doesn’t hide when it’s confronted by pain and where love doesn’t stop when someone ruins our life. Love, at God’s table, just keeps loving because that’s who God is. God is love which means God takes risks. God doesn’t run away from vulnerability. God sits, at that same table, risking pain, risking heartache, risking ruin. And we know this because when Jesus invited his friends around that one table for his last supper, he didn’t only invite the good, the solid, and the most faithful ones. He ate with the one who would betray him. He shared bread with the ones who would abandon him. And he had a drink with the ones who would doubt Mary when she told them what she saw. God’s table isn’t for the strong; it’s for the vulnerable. God’s dinner party isn’t for the perfect; it’s for all. We are not here to limit the possibilities of God’s kingdom but to see how God’s kingdom show us all of what’s possible with God. So let’s take a risk. Let’s be vulnerable. And in everything we do, everything we say, and in everything we share – let’s do that one hard thing – and that’s love. 

Amen.  

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Keep Saying: a sermon on Jesus, the Sabbath, and what matters.

Now[Jesus] was teaching in one of the synagogues on the sabbath. And just then there appeared a woman with a spirit that had crippled her for eighteen years. She was bent over and was quite unable to stand up straight. When Jesus saw her, he called her over and said, “Woman, you are set free from your ailment.” When he laid his hands on her, immediately she stood up straight and began praising God. But the leader of the synagogue, indignant because Jesus had cured on the sabbath, kept saying to the crowd, “There are six days on which work ought to be done; come on those days and be cured, and not on the sabbath day.” But the Lord answered him and said, “You hypocrites! Does not each of you on the sabbath untie his ox or his donkey from the manger, and lead it away to give it water? And ought not this woman, a daughter of Abraham whom Satan bound for eighteen long years, be set free from this bondage on the sabbath day?” When he said this, all his opponents were put to shame; and the entire crowd was rejoicing at all the wonderful things that he was doing.

Luke 13:10-17

My sermon from the 11th Sunday After Pentecost (August 21, 2016) on Luke 13:10-17.

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One of my favorite clothing trends is fun socks. It wasn’t that long ago when my sock options were limited to white athletic socks or black dress socks. It didn’t matter what kind of shoe I was wearing – my sock options were plain and boring. But that’s all changed. I’ve got argyle socks, red socks, blue socks, socks with foxes on them, chihuahuas riding surfboards, and even my Lutheran socks which have “Here I stand” written on the side. So today, in honor of Sunday, our sabbath day, I’m wearing my Sunday Socks. Sunday Socks is literally what it says on the ankle – and right below those words is an image of a tv set with the words “Football!” inside. For a fan like myself, they’re basically perfect with footballs, referees, and athletic stripes are all over them. My only critique is that, sadly, they don’t come in the orange and blue of my beloved Denver Broncos. But that’s okay because they’re still fun, they’re still cool, and they still make me smile because, along with the footballs, the tv sets, and the stripes is a simple phrase, written on the side that claims, when it comes to Sunday, “nothing else matters.” 

Now, that’s a pretty bold claim for a pair of socks to make. I tend to chose my socks based on the bold statement they make about me rather than the bold statement written on them. But there’s an irony here that makes me laugh because these socks point to a question: what makes a holy day a holy day? And that question is at the center of our story about Jesus today. 

Our story starts with Jesus making a pit stop during his long journey from Galilee to Jerusalem. As he passes through many different villages and town, he gravitates towards the centers of faith at the heart of each community. So, it’s not surprising to find him in a synagogue on the sabbath. As a Jewish teacher, that’s where he should be. In my mind, I imagine this synagogue to be one giant room, filled with disciples and the locals competing for places to sit and stand so they can listen to what Jesus has to say. And it’s in the middle of this very full space, that Jesus sees her. Now, this woman is a bit of a mystery to us. We don’t know her name, why she came to see Jesus, or even where she’s from. But there’s a sense in the text that this woman was someone this community knew. She’s one of the locals. For 18 years, she’s been unable to stand straight. For 18 years, she’s been bent over. In a crowd full of people standing to see Jesus, I wonder if she could see him. But before she can ask for healing, before she can reach out to touch his robe, before she can do all the others things we hear in the other healing stories – Jesus sees her. He makes a promise. And then, after placing his hands on her, her back straightens out. This woman who couldn’t stand straight, who couldn’t see over the crowd, is now standing like she’s one of the crowd – like she really is a part of this community – a community she’s always been a part of. 

And that’s when the grumbling starts. Someone isn’t happy with what just happened. The text points to Jesus’ cure being the issue but the words that come out shifts the blame elsewhere. The leader doesn’t turn to Jesus to object to what happened but, instead, he turns to the crowd. He looks at those who might need healing and asks them to just…wait one more day. They’ve already been suffering for months or years – what could be one more day? This religious teacher has an expectation, an understanding, of what the sabbath is. This day, set apart by God, is a day for complete rest. God created the world in six days and rested on the seventh – so that’s what we’re called to do too. No food shall be cooked or fire set to warm the house on the sabbath day. The sabbath is a day of no work – and he just saw Jesus work. And since Jesus took the initiative to see this woman who needs healing, the leader tries to convince the crowd to stay away – to stay back – so Jesus won’t feel obligated to cure someone else. 

And Jesus won’t have that because the sabbath isn’t a day centered for rest. It isn’t a day defined by the absence of work. The sabbath isn’t that one day of the week when we get to not set our alarm, sleep in, and wear our pjs until noon. The sabbath is about giving life so that Monday, and Tuesday, and all the other days of the week are life giving not just for ourselves, but for the people right there, in front of us, suffering, hurting, and needing healing. The sabbath is for giving life to everyone in the community. The woman in our story didn’t become part of the community after she was healed. She had been part of the community since the day she was born. She’s a daughter of Abraham before she’s healed and she’s a daughter of Abraham after. Her identity was never limited by her ailment and her identification with the community should never have been limited either. Jesus shouldn’t have had to see her first. The community should have brought her forward, not because they wanted to change her but just because they loved her – Just because they wanted her to, in all things and through all things, have all she needs for life. 

And that’s the sabbath. Sabbath is more than just a day during our two day weekend. It’s a day originally set apart in a world where no one had rest. Farmers had to work or starve. Servants and slaves had to do whatever they were told. God didn’t just tell the rich or the middle class or the poor to have the day off – everyone, men, women, children, servants, slaves, and even the animals took that day off. People worked, voluntarily or involuntarily, because they couldn’t imagine any other way of existence. But being grounded down, week after week, month after month, year after year, isn’t living. And without a sabbath, without an interruption to our pattern of existence, we can’t do what Jesus did. We can’t stop, look into the crowd, and notice the one who isn’t being seen. We can’t ask the questions about what life should look like not just for us but for the people around us. Without a sabbath, there’s no way to take a breath and ask how we can give life to those around us. The sabbath, is a break in our pattern of living. The sabbath is God’s gift to recharge us, refocus us, refresh us so that we can face each day of the week as alive as we possibly can. And without a sabbath, we let others, even a pair of fun socks, make bold claims about what should define us and give us our meaning. To live in the sabbath is to do more than just rest. It’s an opportunity to reconnect, to reassert that we are more than just our job, more than just our abilities, more than just what our communities around us say we are. We are sons, we are daughters of a living God who wants us to have life and to give nothing less.

Amen.

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Division: a sermon on the Olympics, expectations, and Jesus.

[Jesus said:] “I came to bring fire to the earth, and how I wish it were already kindled! I have a baptism with which to be baptized, and what stress I am under until it is completed! Do you think that I have come to bring peace to the earth? No, I tell you, but rather division! From now on five in one household will be divided, three against two and two against three; they will be divided: father against son and son against father, mother against daughter and daughter against mother, mother-in-law against her daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law against mother-in-law.”

He also said to the crowds, “When you see a cloud rising in the west, you immediately say, ‘It is going to rain’; and so it happens. And when you see the south wind blowing, you say, ‘There will be scorching heat’; and it happens. You hypocrites! You know how to interpret the appearance of earth and sky, but why do you not know how to interpret the present time?”

Luke 12:49-56

My sermon from the 10th Sunday After Pentecost (August 14, 2016) on Luke 12:49-56.

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Heart: a sermon on Jesus, treasure, and gold medals.

“Do not be afraid, little flock, for it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom. Sell your possessions, and give alms. Make purses for yourselves that do not wear out, an unfailing treasure in heaven, where no thief comes near and no moth destroys. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. “Be dressed for action and have your lamps lit; be like those who are waiting for their master to return from the wedding banquet, so that they may open the door for him as soon as he comes and knocks. Blessed are those slaves whom the master finds alert when he comes; truly I tell you, he will fasten his belt and have them sit down to eat, and he will come and serve them. If he comes during the middle of the night, or near dawn, and finds them so, blessed are those slaves. “But know this: if the owner of the house had known at what hour the thief was coming, he would not have let his house be broken into. You also must be ready, for the Son of Man is coming at an unexpected hour.”

Luke 12:32-40

My sermon from the 9th Sunday After Pentecost (August 7, 2016) on Luke 12:32-40.

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So is anyone else paying attention to the Olympics? I love this time of year because, for two weeks, I basically leave my tv on the entire time. The sounds of Barney and Sesame Street and Spider-man – the shows that are usually on during the day – are replaced by cycling, swimming, gymnastics, and sports I’m reminded every 4 years that they exist – like dressage and race-walking. The sounds of Olympic competition becomes my background soundtrack. I really do love the Olympics – but I might, just might, love the commercials during the Olympics even more. They’re just so…amazing, awe-inspiring, and, usually, head-scratching. Like, that commercial that tries to connect track-and-field athletes with the tires for our cars or the ones that tell us we can be just as unique and awesome as Michael Phelps as long as we buy this car, watch this new tv show, or visit this fast food restaurant. And the commercial that recently got my attention is one for Dick’s Sporting Goods. The commercial claims that all of us, in our bodies, carry tiny bits of gold. It’s in our cells, our hair, and in our blood. With an uplifting soundtrack, and a moving narration, the commercial moves to a climax saying that all of us have the strength – the drive – and the passion of an olympian because the highest concentration of gold in our bodies is found in our heart. We all carry the treasure of an Olympic gold medal winner inside of us – so let’s go out there and buy some sporting equipment. 

When we hear in scripture a reference to the heart, we need to take a moment to step back in time and ask ourselves what those standing around Jesus would have heard. And to do that, we need to sort of turn off our brains because the people around Jesus didn’t have our knowledge of the human body. They didn’t know what each organ did and they didn’t know that our brain, what’s in our head, is the source of who we are. They didn’t know that different parts of the brain control our emotions, our creativity, or that it even stored our memories. For them, the brain was just…there. It wasn’t worth much because the source of who we are – the center of our thoughts, our identity, our desires, and our will came from right here – our heart. The heart represented our entire life because it pumps, through our body, the stuff of life. So today, when Jesus is gathered with his disciples, teaching them about their relationship to God, and those disciples hear the word heart – they’re not thinking of only passion or desire or emotions. Jesus is telling them that where they put their treasure, that’s the center of their entire life. What they do with their money illuminates who they are. We might carry trace amounts of gold in our body but where we put our gold, that tells everyone, and God, a lot about who we are.

Which is exactly why brands and companies love the Olympics just as much as we do. If we just buy this car, visit this resort, wear this perfume, or apply for this credit card, we too, can feel like we’re an Olympic champion. We can be unique, different, and important. We can become somebody just by buying the right pair of shoes or pants or messenger bag. Brands and companies advertise in this way because they know this is how money works. We give our money over and, if we have a positive experience, they get our loyalty. They get a little part of our life. When we need a new item or when we want to purchase a replacement, the first thing that pops into our mind is that brand. It becomes a default option for us. And I…I will totally admit that I am heavily tied to my brands. From my iPhone to my macbook, my Red Converse chucks, pants from Uniqlo, and my Jack Spade bags – I am a walking billboard for brands. And I’d like to say that, when I’m up here on Sunday morning, that brands don’t play a role in my presentation…but they do. From where I buy my stoles to the clergy shirt under my alb – there are brands I default too even when I’m worshipping God. Now, being tied to brands is not necessarily a bad thing. Clergy who are not a five foot, 11 inch middle aged man, have a really hard time finding anything that fits and is cut right. It’s only in the last few years that women finally have clergy shirt brands they can trust even though the Lutheran church has been ordaining women as pastors for over 45 years. For us to live the lives we do, brands play a role in how we present ourselves and make a statement to the world. And I don’t think Jesus is criticizing the brands we buy but he does want us to look at what’s under the surface. When we spend our money, we are giving away a promise of loyalty. So when we spend our gold, how does that spending reflect where God is for us, for our household, and for our community? Whenever we use our treasure, is our faith, is our God, being made visible? Are we making Jesus known? 

These are big questions. These are..scary questions too. But these questions are not isolated questions. They don’t come out of the blue. Jesus is asking us about how we spend our money just a few moments after he says ‘Do not be afraid.’ This isn’t a question designed to only scare us. It’s a question to pull us back into the arms of the one who is with us, no matter what comes next. When we’re taking our first steps towards some place new, Jesus is with us. When we’re facing a tough decision where no answer seems right, Jesus is with us. When life seems to be going right, Jesus is with us. And when our life is about to end, Jesus is still with us. When the waters of baptism were poured over us, we didn’t only get a Jesus who is always with us – we became part of Jesus’ brand. We became part of what God is doing on earth. We became part of this love that wants nothing more than to serve all. Jesus is reminding us that our spending of our treasure should make known that we are a piece of God’s treasure – a treasure not just for ourselves but for the world. Gold might be in our veins and we might imagine ourselves with a gold medal around our neck one day, but our true gold rests in a Jesus who claims us, love us, and sends us out to spread that love by bringing a word of healing, a word of mercy,and a word of forgiveness, so that this world can become a place where no one is afraid. 

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Treasures: a sermon on Jesus, wealth, and being bigger than a universe of one.

Someone in the crowd said to him, “Teacher, tell my brother to divide the family inheritance with me.” But he said to him, “Friend, who set me to be a judge or arbitrator over you?” And he said to them, “Take care! Be on your guard against all kinds of greed; for one’s life does not consist in the abundance of possessions.” Then he told them a parable: “The land of a rich man produced abundantly. And he thought to himself, ‘What should I do, for I have no place to store my crops?’ Then he said, ‘I will do this: I will pull down my barns and build larger ones, and there I will store all my grain and my goods. And I will say to my soul, ‘Soul, you have ample goods laid up for many years; relax, eat, drink, be merry.’ But God said to him, ‘You fool! This very night your life is being demanded of you. And the things you have prepared, whose will they be?’ So it is with those who store up treasures for themselves but are not rich toward God.”

Luke 12:13-21

My sermon from the 8th Sunday After Pentecost (July 31, 2016) on Luke 12:13-21.

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Yesterday, I was in Philadelphia saying goodbye to my Great Uncle Tony. He died earlier this week, just a few weeks after his 89th birthday. He lived a very full life, a man who loved his family, loved God, and loved a good game of pinochle. He spent his last few years living in a small apartment in an assisted living facility. And he loved it there. He attended mass every day, knew every aide, nurse, and resident on his floor, and he would spend hours outside reading and greeting everyone who came by. But before this move, he lived by himself in a condo. So when he moved into this new facility, he had to downsize. He didn’t need all the furniture and things he had. When the moving truck came, it took everything out of his condo, dropped some off at his new place – and put the rest in my Uncle Mike’s basement. My Uncle Mike has done pretty much everything he can to just give that stuff away. Every time I moved, I’d get an email asking if I needed a mirror or a chair or a coffee table cut out of a giant piece of driftwood. I would, politely, turn down this offer down because I already had what I needed. I already had my stuff. My great uncle Tony has gone to meet his maker – but the possessions he used and collected in this life are still here. He wasn’t a rich man but he still had things – those physical artifacts that make our life work – and they’re now in storage, in a basement bigger than his original condo, waiting for someone to come by and use them, one more time. 

Today’s reading from the gospel is about stuff, about money, about our possessions and what possess us. Jesus is in the middle of his long journey to Jerusalem. He’s walking around, healing, feeding, and teaching anyone who he comes into contact with. And it’s during one of these gatherings that someone comes up to him with a demand. Now, we don’t know any of the backstory behind this demand. We don’t know if this person is claiming something they shouldn’t or if they are being cheated by their brother. All we know is that their parents are dead and these parents had enough wealth to leave an inheritance. There’s money and land in their estate and family members are fighting to possess it. This struggle, this conflict, has consumed them to the point where they have no problem standing in a crowd, surrounded by strangers and people they might know, and, in one sentence, lay at the feet of Jesus their entire family drama. They don’t ask Jesus for a teaching, or for healing or for words. They ask Jesus to judge. They plead with Jesus, in a very public way, to side with them and what they want. They want Jesus to act. And so he does, by doing exactly what the other person doesn’t want him to do: instead of proclaiming a decision, Jesus tells a story. 

Now, there’s a few tricks I’ve learned over the years to help decipher just what Jesus is saying in these stories, in these parables. And the one that I found helpful today is to take Jesus’s words and circle the pronouns. Those I’s and you’s, he’s and she’s, me and mine – they are a window into what Jesus is talking about. The very first pronoun in Jesus’ parable is he, the rich man, who is caught in a dilemma. They are a farmer who earn their wealth through their land. This land – this gift from God that is fed by rain that only God can give – produced abundantly. It produced too much. The rich man has no place to put all this extra stuff. So he has a conversation with himself about what he should do and he comes up with a plan. He’ll tear down his barns and build bigger barns to hold all the abundance that he grew. He’ll rest secure knowing that he has more than enough to keep his life comfortable. In a conversation filled with I statements, the rich man looks to his own wits, his own wisdom, and his own concerns to figure out what he should do with this amazing gift that God has given him. He takes this gift – and stores it, trusting that this abundance will give him life. But there’s a bit of a flaw in his internal conversation. He actually forgets where this gift of abundance comes from. “The crops are mine – the barns are mine…the grain and goods – are all mine. And what is mine is what I trust to give me life.” God is never part of the rich man’s conversation because the man has made his wealth and his possessions the source of his life. He stops trusting God. He, insteads, trusts money. He puts his hope and his security in a bigger barn that he can make. By trusting something other than God as the source of his life, the rich man creates more than just a bigger barn. He creates his own god. He creates an idol. 

When we take this parable and circle the pronouns, we find who the rich man makes as the center of his life: himself. He becomes the source of his life, he becomes his own savior. He’s a person who doesn’t see the gifts he’s received. He only sees what he possess. His trust only extends to himself. He ends up living in a universe of one, a universe of me, myself, and I – and creates a universe of self that’s way too small, with no space even for God. 

When my Uncle Tony died, he left stuff. There are a few old paintings, a lot of 1970s era white and gold furniture, a dozen or so news caps, and a bunch of worn leather loafers sitting in my Uncle Mike’s basement. He was a working class guy, spent over 40 years as a U.S. letter carrier, and whenever you told him about something you’ve done or something you were proud of, he always responded with “holy smoke.” He was never rich, and he didn’t always feel rich, but he did have wealth. He had stuff. He retired from his working life with social security, a government pension, and some long-term care insurance that helped him get the care he needed during the last five years of his life. His wealth always helped him live but his stuff was never his life. He didn’t cling to it for support, nourishment, or hope. He clung to Christ, to his faith, to his church, and to his family because he knew that the universe was bigger than just himself. The source of all he had, the source of his life, was always the Son of God who, 2000 years before, said that life doesn’t consistence in only possessions. Life rests in a God who didn’t send Jesus to be a rich man, who didn’t send Jesus to live in purple robes, gold plated palaces, or ride on a chariot with his name in big letters on the side. Jesus grew up a carpenter’s son, knew fishermen and those who worked with his hands. He called men and women, young and old, rich and poor to be his disciples and sent them off to love the world. And when he was crucified on the cross, he didn’t curse the world but he blessed it, giving new life to all. Christ took his gifts, his wealth, his life – and used it to give everyone a new life too. And with this new life he gives us, we break out of a universe centered on I – and into the universe God made – a universe filled with our families, our neighbors and strangers, friends and even enemies – and we spread this love, this new life, because Christ is our primary treasure – and the rest of our wealth is to spread that love here and throughout this universe that God has made. 

Amen.

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