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Summer just doesn't have the appeal to me as a grownup that it did when I was growing up and was not as bothered by heat (swelling, prickly rash, fatigue, and vague stomach uneasiness) and dust (it wasn't my job to do the gardening). When I was growing up, summer was about going to the pool most days, playing a little golf or tennis in the morning and swimming all afternoon. Even on the rainy days, we'd sit in the clubhouse wrapped in our towels and play cards and listen to the radio and eat candy bars we charged to our parents' account. And in the evenings, we'd see a movie at the drive-in theater, or make ice cream in a churn or eating watermelon outside at someone's house. We'd all stay outdoors until well after dark, looking at the stars above and the fireflies in the yard. I remember looking for the Sputnik satellite moving quickly across the sky - I remember my brother explaining that Sputnik was the light that moved and the lights that didn't move were "just stars." We had a whole-house fan before we had air-conditioning and we'd crack a window open about 3 inches and stand in front it to feel the force of the air that was sucked in by the attic fan. I'd move my bed so that the air would blow across it as I slept. I do remember the occasional night when I got so hot I slept on the floor (we didn't have a sleeping porch - 50's ranch houses were not so equipped, unfortunately) but still, it was summer, and summer meant being mostly carefree and liberated from schedules and homework.
I was not sorry when school started again (because I would be with people every day and I liked school anyway) but I did enjoy summer. On this day every year (especially because school usually didn't get out until sometime in June anyway), the whole summer still stretched out before me and the fall seemed so far away. Summer sometimes even got a little boring - even going to the pool every day with the same group of people (I lived in a very small town) could get old - but we knew it was supposed to be fun and we had fun for the most part.
I like to think that God likes fun and that we are supposed to have regular fun just like regular prayer and regular sleep and regular meals and regular exercise. But there are times when it just seems like a monumental effort to do all or even any those things regularly. I'm terrible at "maintenance." Even "maintenance fun." And so like many grown-ups, I may just have to start scheduling some fun for my summer.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
In today’s Gospel reading from Luke, Jesus gets in his boat and deliberately crosses over to the other side of the lake. For the Jews of Jesus time, this is like going over to the other side of the tracks: the people who live on the other side of the lake are Gentiles, they’re not Jews. They are the people Jews don’t associate with.
And what Jesus finds at the other side of the lake is a man whom even the Gentiles don’t associate with. A guy who doesn’t have a home - he lives in the cemetery, usually chained up except for when he gets loose. He doesn’t have a job or a family, either. He doesn’t even have clothes. This is not the kind of guy the regular people like to associate with, neither Gentiles nor Jews.
The man is so used to being outcast, so used to being naked in the cemetery instead of wearing clothes and living with a family in his own house and having a job to go to every day, that he doesn’t really know who he is. He’s living in an alternate universe from the world other people seem to live in.
Jesus asks him his name - Jesus is always polite like that, going up and talking to people other folks don’t think are normal, just having conversation with them and touching them and treating them as if they were normal even if other people don’t. Jesus asks this man his name, as any polite person would do upon meeting a stranger, but the man can’t even say what his name is.
He says he is Legion but that’s not a name, that’s a number. A huge number, the number of an entire Roman army. It signifies all the things that torment and imprison this man. He doesn’t have an identity - his name is all those things that hold him captive. He is defined by what has uncontrollable power over him. He doesn’t even have a name, maybe doesn’t even know his name any more, he’s just a walking example of lots of things gone wrong.
That’s who he knows himself to be and that’s how others seem to know him, too. He’s wild. He’s scary. He’s not “normal.” But Jesus has sailed all the way across a big lake just to see this guy who doesn’t dress properly or live in a house and calls himself Legion because he has forgotten that there is anything else to him besides his torment. He has accepted the names others might call him and forgotten his own name.
And Jesus has come to this man in order to restore him to wholeness, to restore him to his community. Jesus has come to give this man a new identity, which St Paul explains to the Galatians is the identity that we all have called “Child of God.” Not simply man or woman or slave or free or Jew or Gentile or homeowner or homeless or normal or tormented. But Child of God first.
Jesus has come to restore him to who he is, to take away from him a false identity that had been forced upon him, that he had accepted, and to restore him to who he was made to be and is first of all: a child of God.
And so the word gets out (due to the issue of the pigs all jumping into the lake) and the people from the community, the ones who do wear nice clothes and live in their own houses and who are not tormented, they come out to see what’s going on and they find this man who had been living in chains in the cemetery sitting at Jesus’ feet, clean, wearing clothes, and no longer in torment.
You would think that this would be a cause for rejoicing, wouldn’t you? You would think that the people would be happy that this man was no longer in torment, no longer in chains, no longer captive to all the things that were destroying him, no longer an outcast, no longer wild, no longer scary. You would think that the people would be happy to see their neighbor freed from all his troubles and able to come back into society from his place on the margins.
But the people are not happy. They are scared. Luke says they are seized with great fear. They are so scared that they ask Jesus to leave on account of what he has done. Whatever it is that Jesus brought with him to this side of the lake, whatever it is that caused this man to be transformed from tormented to normal, they don’t want any of it. They want Jesus to get back into his boat and go back to where he came from and leave them alone.
The man wanted to go with Jesus. He wanted to follow him on the road. And you might think Jesus would be happy to have him with him. But Jesus not only gives the man his identity back, he affirms that his vocation is to stay in his community and be who he is. Be a living, breathing example and testimony to what God has done for him right there in his own community. Just be who he is, right there in his own community.
And I am thinking this scared the people even more. Now this man who used to be in chains, who used to live in the cemetery and in torment is going to come in from the cemetery, the edges, the margins, and live right there with all the rest of them. They can send Jesus away, but the work of God goes on right there in their community. The transformation has happened and will continue to happen because they will all be in community together instead of kept separated and with some of them marginalized. They are changed, forever, all of them.
The man has lost his chains, his one-issue identity and the people have lost their equilibrium. Jesus has turned things upside down and they are staggering from the aftershock. People whom they have sent out to the margins are supposed to stay there; scary people are supposed to stay in their chains outside of town; they are not supposed to come back; they are supposed to stay in their places. This man has been freed from his place of being an outcast; Jesus has freed him. He is no longer Legion but child of God just like everybody else. The line between the haves and the have-nots has been broken, smashed, thrown off just like those chains in the cemetery.
And this is scary to the people. People like to identify themselves not only positively but also over and against other people. “I am not like that,” some folks say. “I am not like that tormented man who lives naked and chained in the cemetery.” or
“I am not defined by addiction or homelessness or mental illness or poverty or hunger or humiliation like she is. I am someone else.” This is the way some of us look at ourselves, as not like the people who scare us, who are different from us, who live lives we can’t relate to.
We’d rather keep our labels and have other people keep the labels we put upon them, but Jesus comes across the lake just to see this guy and to restore him to himself, to put him back into community where he belongs, where he has a place, a home, a safety net. To show him that whatever else he may have been and may be now, he is first and foremost a beloved child of God. And yet this disorients the other people and it makes them afraid.
Every community has its tormented Geresenes in chains. People who because of mental illness or addictions or a host of other torments are unable to live what society deems a “normal” life - with a job, a home, a family, and basic necessities like food and clothing and baths and haircuts. These are the most vulnerable people in our society - those who do not have the support network and safety nets of home, job, family, of basic necessities. So long as they “stay in their places,” as far as we are concerned, we are comfortable. When they actually become part of our community, we are uncomfortable.
Because we are all transformed by being in community with people who are not like us. Other people don’t join us and become just like us. We all change because we are in relationship together. We have an effect on each other. We learn about one another, we find out that we have things in common, we find out that our ideas about others might be wrong. We find out that we don’t have all the answers or the only perspective. We find out that there are other ways of seeing things. We find out that what we think of as “normal” is only a part of what is normal in God’s world. There are other ways of being besides the way we are.
And we can choose to accept and even embrace that and grow into the fullness of humanity that Jesus came among us to embody. Jesus was a guy who had no home and was pretty scary himself because of who he ate with and and who he touched and who he loved and cared for. Some people wanted to keep Jesus on the margins too. He upset them. He wouldn’t leave the divisions in place. He wouldn’t leave the outcasts outside but brought them right in and showed both the outcasts and the in crowd that they were all first of all children of God. And then Jesus challenged everyone to deal with that. And in fact he left them to deal with it themselves.
God’s people exhibit breathtaking diversity. We have much to learn from one another. Jesus came to free all of us - those of us who are obviously in chains to illness, poverty, addiction, humiliation, and those of use who may look like we are free but are actually in bondage to our notions about how some people need to stay in their places on the outside because they scare us. Some of us are in chains because of our own fears and we are not able to be who God created us to be because of it. Some of us will set up barriers and hide behind them if we can’t get others to stay on the outside themselves.
But somehow I think that even if we try to set up barriers for others or try to hide behind barriers ourselves, the good news is that Jesus will come and find us and restore our identity to us. Jesus will take away our chains and remind us who we are - children of God, each and every one of us - and encourage us to just be who we are, in our breathtaking diversity and yet all one in Christ Jesus, together. Amen.
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I am away at a conference for a few days. So I'll be posting some links for your reading pleasure elsewhere.