Announcements for the Week of May 24-30, 2015

Sunday, May 24, 2015 – The Day of Pentecost

Year B/Daily Office Year1
Preaching and Presiding today is The Rev. Dr. L. Wm. Countryman

The Texts This Week:

RCL: Acts 2:1-21 + Psalm 104: 25-35,37 + Romans 8:22-27 + John 15:26-27; 16:4b-15

Hymns (from the 1982 Hymnal): 52, 513, 229 and 511

Please pray for: Susan Bergmans, Cynthia Morse, The family of Andrea Thompson, Ernest, friend of Joseph Caggiano, for the continued healing of Tony, Tom Slocomb’s grandson, and Jonna, daughter of Alicia Carter, and her family; for the souls of The Rev. Barbara Hill, wife of The Ven. Kathleen van Sickle, and Bill Hawes, grandfather of Nick and Carlos R. Fernandez and the family.

This quarter’s thank offering recipient is GirlsGo, a program for middle school girls, which offers a Saturday program during the school year and a month-long summer program. The program includes a safe “extended family” group & excursions to broaden horizons.

SAVE THESE DATES: UPCOMING EVENTS

ELLEN will be away June 7 and 14 (but she’ll be auctioning off pies on the evening of the 14th). The Rev. Frank Sterling will serve on those mornings. Thanks again, Frank!

PASTORAL CARE NEEDS: The Rev. Anne Jenson will be available for pastoral care and pastoral emergencies from May 22 through July 6. She may be reached at 510-917-3630. Ellen will as always be available by phone at 510-646-1066 or at goodshepherddeacon@outlook.com during the evenings.

CORO CICONIA AT GOOD SHEPHERD, MAY 24, 2015, 7:00 p.m. in the Church. Asher Davison directs Coro Ciconia in a performance of Machaut’s Messe and Other Glories: Stylistic Threads of Medieval Sacred Music. Join us for a lyrical and energetic voyage back from early Renaissance polyphony of Josquin and Brumel to the striking earliest known setting of the complete Ordinary of the Mass, the “Nostre Dame” of Guillaume Machaut (c. 1300–1377). Along the way, encounter the Alma Redemptoris Mater settings of Ockeghem and Dufay, an ecstatic work by the influential de Vitry, and Mass movements by the underappreciated Zacara and Ciconia. A suggested donation of $20.00 ($10.00 reduced) will be appreciated. For more information call 818-331-7504.

MMMMMMMM……PIE! THE ANNUAL PIE SUPPER RETURNS TO GOOD SHEPHERD!
COME TO THE PIE SUPPER AND AUCTION! But first. . . MAKE A PIE! Our long tradition here at Good Shepherd is to make the best pie you can possibly come up with, and then decorate the pie box—be creative! Some people just write the recipe, some draw the ingredients—whatever!
THEN. . .Be there: Sunday June 14, 2015 at 5:00 p.m. in the parish hall. Bring your check book, several friends, your family, and a big appetite! Our star auctioneer, Deacon Ellen Ekstrom, will cause you to spend all of your money on pie, as well you should. We’ve got people coming from out of town for this event, so fire up those ovens and get baking!!!

WEDNESDAY NOON PRAYER AND LAYING ON OF HANDS continues during Este’s sabbatical. Tom Slocumb and The Rev. Teddy Knight will officiate. The service begins at noon in the church and uses the noon prayer service from the New Zealand Prayer Book. Meditation and laying on of hands for healing are also offered.

BRINGING THE EUCHARIST TO OUR NEIGHBORS. Join us as we bring the Eucharist to Strawberry Creek Lodge at 2:00 p.m. on the first Sunday of the month. The Rev. Teddy Knight, Tom Slocumb and The Rev. Susan Bergmans will officiate at an ecumenical service based on the BCP “Communion Under Special Circumstances.” Bread and wine will be consecrated at our table at the 11:00 a.m. service, and the ministers will be commissioned to bring the sacraments. The Strawberry Creek Lodge is located at 1320 Addison near Acton in Berkeley.
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The Spirit from Three Angles

Preached from the pulpit of Good Shepherd Church, May 25, 2015 – the Day of Pentecost – by The Rev. Dr. Wm. L. Countryman.

Year B: Acts 2:1-21; Psalm 104:25-35, 37; Romans 8:22-27; John 15:26-27 & 16:4b-15

Pentecost is all about the Holy Spirit. And there may be no subject in the world that’s more difficult to talk about because the Spirit never lets us pin her down—which, of course, is exactly what we want to do. So much of humanity’s religious mindset is really about getting a handle on God, about making sure what God will do, about making sure we’ll be on the right side of whatever God does do. That makes the Spirit really frustrating for us.

So I’m not going to try for a neat package with all the loose ends tied up. I want to take a different approach and say just three things about the Spirit and leave a lot of open space out there in the middle.

The first thing is what Jesus said in his conversation with Nicodemus, the great dignitary and religious teacher who came to visit him secretly at night. The Spirit, Jesus said, is like the wind. It blows where it likes. You hear it, but you don’t know where it comes from or where it’s going. But it gives new life, says Jesus; and you, Nicodemus, great man though you are, need new life just like everybody else. (John 3:1-10)
The Psalm we read this morning had something similar to say. The Spirit gives life; but death and life alike are beyond our control:
You hide your face, and [all the creatures of the world] are terrified;
you take away their breath,
and they die and return to their dust.
You send forth your Spirit, and they are created;
and so you renew the face of the earth.
Ps. 104:30-31 (The Saint Helena Psalter)
The Spirit comes and goes, always beyond our control, always changing the face of our world, and somehow, though not in a simple, predictable way, bringing life.
God is a great mystery. Of course, God is a great mystery. Human life, after all, is a great mystery. The world is a great mystery. A God who is not mysterious couldn’t have produced this extraordinary world or the extraordinary beings that live in it. And despite the mythology of endless growth that has held sway for the last couple of centuries, human beings, for all our power, are not in control of the world or of God. Our present drought is a sharp reminder of our limits.
The Holy Spirit, then, is fundamentally beyond our grasp: beyond our understanding and and our control. That’s the first thing.

But that’s not enough. By itself, it might leave us feeling that the Spirit is not only beyond our grasp, but largely indifferent to us. Yes, she brings life to the world, but to you? to me? Maybe not so much.
So the second thing I particularly want to say about the Spirit this morning is that she is always deeply engaged with us and our lives. We heard these words of Paul from his Letter to the Romans, “The Spirit helps us in our weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we ought, but that very Spirit intercedes for us with sighs too deep for words.” (Rom. 8:22-27)
We don’t understand the Spirit, but the Spirit understands us—and that at the very deepest level, much deeper than we understand ourselves. She intercedes within us “with sighs to deep for words,” praying for gifts that we couldn’t pray for because we don’t even understand our need for them. Our vision of our own lives isn’t yet wide enough or wise enough for that kind of prayer. But the Spirit understands us and stands by us in the lifelong task of drawing us into new and larger life. The Spirit is there, working to foster in us the power to trust and hope and love, for without these no one comes to human maturity.
Mysterious and ungraspable as the Spirit is, her aim is always that we grow and flourish and blossom. Strange as her ways often seem, her great purpose is always and only love.

We’ve said that the Spirit is beyond our grasp and yet that the Spirit aims at life for us. And the third thing I want to say about the Spirit this morning—and three things, I think, will be quite enough—is that the Spirit gives gifts. We heard the story from Acts about the first disciples on the Feast of Pentecost. They began their morning full of fear and with no real sense of a future. And what human being has not been in that spot at some time or other? But they finished the morning discovering new and wonderful gifts.
They discovered a gift of speech—to speak about their lives and the part God played in them. They discovered the courage to talk to the great world. (The Spirit, to be sure gave them a big boot in the rear on that one: she created such a commotion that they couldn’t really avoid it.) And, wonder of wonders, they found that Spirit had also given to the throng of people around them, some of them very different from themselves, the gift of being able to hear and understand what they said.
Now the Spirit, of course, doesn’t always do the big show when she distributes gifts. That would be a little too predictable, wouldn’t it? And we already know the Spirit isn’t going to be predictable because that would mean we could grab hold of her and organize her and run the show ourselves. Berkeley in the twenty-first century is probably not much easier a place to talk about Jesus than was Jerusalem two months after the crucifixion. And we haven’t exactly been seeing the big crowds. But the Spirit draws people to this little gathering of disciples one here, one there. And then the Spirit gives to each one of us gifts to share, gifts that enrich the life and understanding of the whole ongoing community—the people who are here now, the people who will yet come.
What gifts? Look around you and you’ll be reminded of some that your neighbors are sharing. Look within and you’ll be reminded of some that you have been given to share. No community of faithful people can survive without the gifts that the Spirit has given us to share with one another.

Three things, then, about the Spirit: she is ungraspable, she brings life, she brings gifts for us to share. Not a very detailed portrait, is it? No. But a detailed portrait would run the risk of being a lie, for it would seem to grasp her too completely. Only in the sharing of her gifts do we grow in the life of grace; and as we grow in the life of grace, we begin truly to understand something of the mystery of God.
Yes, Jesus taught us much. But how do we learn what we have been taught? It isn’t just a matter of learning words. Sometimes words become instruments of death rather than life; they succumb to our passion for certainty, for pinning God down, for knowing more than we can know. True understanding comes with the living of a life, not just the repeating of words. Jesus himself said, in this morning’s gospel reading that we would have to be guided into all truth by the Spirit of truth.
The Holy Spirit will lead us if we give her half a chance—that wind that blows where it likes, that inner companion who prays in us when we ourselves don’t know how to pray, that giver of gifts for us to share with one another. She is, strange to tell, active in us and among us even when we are least aware of it. Active right now. Active tomorrow and the day after, yesterday and the day before. You won’t get a grip on her. But she has a pretty good idea of you and me. And she still has some devices up her sleeve for dealing with stubborn people like us.

There will be further surprises.

Hear Our Prayer, Oh Lord…

Preached by The Rev. Ellen L. Ekstrom from Good Shepherd’s pulpit on Sunday, May 17, 2015:

 

I take as my texts this morning the Acts of the Apostles and the Gospel of John.

Our scripture this morning speaks to current events and leads us to ministry in Christ’s name. ‘The High Priestly Prayer’ of Jesus and the lesson from the Acts of the Apostles – the calling of Matthias – hit home for me in light of recent events. We are desperately in need of an advocate now and now, as we end the fifty great days of Easter, like the apostles who realized scripture was fulfilled and got down to business, we need to get down to business.
Understand that the world Jesus prays for is not a material world of buildings, business and tech toys, corporations, but living, breathing, people who live in that world. The Children of God. Unfortunately, we children make many wrong turns and missteps and we need prayers. We need God’s love to open our eyes to what eternal life really is. It is not the superhuman ability of a Superman or Supergirl, nor is it to live a century or more or float about in a utopian, fantasy-like heaven, but a life God gives us to live in the Kingdom of Heaven, which is here and now.

It is an eternal life of love, justice and equality, of no barriers due to gender or ability, where housing and food are not luxuries. We don’t murder to prevent murder.

The news that came out of Massachusetts on Friday stunned many.
A federal jury’s verdict of death for Dzokhar Tsarnaev, the Boston Marathon Bomber, was not expected by many in the legal community, nor by citizens of Boston and the Commonwealth.

Sixty percent of Americans polled wanted him executed, but that percentage does not reflect Massachusetts.  It does not reflect the opinion of many.
Massachusetts does not have the death penalty; it was abolished for state cimes in 1984 and has not carried out an execution since 1947, but the case brought against Tsarnaev was in the federal court where there is no restriction against a death sentence. The jury was “death qualified” — each juror had to be open to the death penalty; anyone who opposed it could not serve.

I could not have served.  I would not have served.  What good is murdering one individual for the loss of another?  The actions do not really bring closure.  The dead are not brought back like Lazarus.  The family of the little Richards boy asked that the death penalty not be considered.
When the verdict was pronounced, it is said that jurors wept. From what I understand, there was no triumphant outburst in the courtroom. It was a solemn moment.
Was justice served? That would depend on who you ask. In our post 9-11 world, we’ve been conditioned by the media to know and recognize who our enemies are.  I’m sure we all have our own opinions on the matter.

I posit this: was God served?
I know my stance is unpopular where it concerns this case and others like it, but murder as punishment for murder isn’t a deterrent. We’ve seen that. Some will argue that Jesus said an ‘eye for an eye’ but he was qualifying the law of retaliation set forth in the book of Exdous by advocating a return of good for evil.
Where am I going with this? What does this have to do with Jesus’ high priestly prayer and the calling of Matthias?
Jesus prayed to God to watch over his apostles and disciples. They are us. He prayed for our unity, for our joy, and our safety and protection. Those prayers were at work when, after the realization set in of scripture being fulfilled, Peter called the apostles to select one among their following to replace Judas Iscariot. They got down to the business at hand for them, which was keeping Christ’s word and deeds alive and expanding the community, by living as He desired, to be in the material world, but not of the world. This choice made enemies and made them hated, which became distinguishing and real marks of all who followed Jesus. They stood out because they didn’t fit in.

You and I here today stand out because we do not fit in to our society as it is.
It’s no easy life being a Christian today. We have it easier in terms of our economy, standard of living and basic freedoms, but honestly, tell someone today that you are a Christian and attend regular worship services in a traditional faith community and may get a look, or the question, “Why?”

It will be assumed that you are a robot following a party line, you are mindless sheep in a mindless flock – not this one, mind you, we’re not mindless.  It will be thought that you probably believe in the Easter Bunny and Tooth Fairy like this unseen, unheard mystical being in the clouds and its human son who took the worst of punishments for what – so people can go on sinning and making bad judgment calls? Just last week the Pew Center released statistics that say we are an endangered species.
Let’s prove them wrong. Let’s make decisions and take action that will truly reflect our diversity and our committment to the beloved community that Josiah Royce devised and Martin Luther King Jr. proclaimed and show and live our passion for equality, peace and justice, and stop with the business as usual. Let us show that material world we are not politicians with ideas about what Jesus said and did that fit into a narrow little space convenient for a few and detrimental to most. We know what God and Jesus want us to do – we know what is required of us.
Let’s begin by changing the criminal justice system in at all levels, state, federal and appellate. The punishment for possession of narcotics or stealing a Honda shouldn’t be as severe as using deadly force and murder. And as for those who do commit murder, perhaps life imprisonment in a bare cell with only the basic necessities of food, water, clothing and a bed would be help them repent of their grevious sin.
Let’s do something revolutionary like taking care of our children, feeding them, nurturing them, making the streets safe for them, listening to them and comforting them so that they don’t become lost, angry, youth. And the same goes for our immigrant neighbors, our homeless brothers and sisters, our sick and poor. They are part of the world for which Jesus prays and they, like you and I, are called to lead.
Just as Christ prayed for us, now we must pray for the world and may those prayers be answered.

The Difficult Art of Paying Attention

 

We hear the story of Jesus’ transfiguration every year on this Last Sunday after Epiphany, the Sunday just before Lent begins. It makes sense. This is an epiphany par excellence, isn’t it? Brilliant light, Jesus seen as they had never seen him before, the two great spiritual leaders of ancient Israel alongside him, the voice from heaven. . . What more could we ask? Might as well get on with Lent, right?
But, you know, there’s something really odd about this story. And that’s Peter’s effort to be useful. It’s just not done. People don’t interrupt epiphanies to announce that they’re just there to help out and they’ll be glad to take care of some of the little oversights in God’s production process. Mark—it’s Mark’s version of the story that we’re reading this year—actually feels the need to apologize for Peter: “He did not know what to say, for they were terrified.” I don’t suppose it ever occurred to him that he could keep his mouth shut.

Our first reading, about Elijah and Elisha, does the thing better. True, Elisha has his own way of inserting himself into the process. He refuses to be put off. He dogs Elijah’s every step. He knows something important is coming. (After all, he’s a prophet in his own right.) He even makes a big request for himself (though only after he’s been invited to): “Please let me inherit a double share of your spirit.” Elijah replies that that’s going to be very difficult, but it’s just possible provided he pays very close attention.
Well, yes. That’s what epiphanies are about, isn’t it? God is trying to show us something of profound importance, something that very probably can’t be put into words. God isn’t offering us some propositions or some ethical directives or some new creed, but giving us a new glimpse of our world, our reality, including God’s own self—a glimpse that can renew or transform our whole sense of the world and of who we are in it.
Elisha got it right. All he could do—all anyone can do when God stops us short in this way—is pay attention. “Father, father! The chariots of Israel and its horsemen.” He saw the power and glory of God in a new way. And he payed attention.

Now, not every epiphany is a shocker like Elisha’s experience. In our psalm today, we did speak of that kind:
O God, you will come and will not keep silence;
before you there is a consuming flame,
and round about you a raging storm.
But we also spoke of a quieter kind of epiphany that is equally compelling, equally fraught with challenge to our whole conception of ourselves and our world:
Out of Zion, perfect in its beauty,
God is revealed in glory.

Whichever kind of epiphany we may experience, our job, so to speak, is the same: pay attention. An epiphany is something that will make our life new. It’s a gift to us.
You can see where Peter went wrong—as Peter so often does. That’s why Peter is so important to us in the Gospel stories. Like us, he keeps getting it wrong. He was so entrenched in his self-understanding as Jesus’ lieutenant—the person who was active and responsible and did things—that he was closed to any other prospect. But, right at that moment, God didn’t want him to do anything at all except pay attention.
Mark says he was terrified. But of what was he terrified? This epiphany isn’t described as being scary. Overwhelming, maybe. But not scary. There was nothing like the fiery chariot that came to collect Elijah. It was, relatively speaking, almost quiet—luminous, but quiet. What was scary, I suppose, was that there was no place in it for the Peter he had become, the busy adjutant, the very essential chargè d’affaires. The scary thing was that, in this context, God was only trying to give him something. God didn’t need anything from him at all.

God didn’t need anything from him at all.

Now, this is not the same as saying that God doesn’t care what we do. This is not making light of human action. After all, to a great extent our actions reveal who we really are. Of course, we need to take that seriously. But there’s a danger for religious people—people like Peter, people like us—that we will assume that our own actions are the central thing. It can be upsetting to hear that they’re not. Isn’t religion about being good? being ethical? being moral? being faithful? Well, I’m in favor of every one of those things, but no.
To put the matter in other terms (and use a phrase that we’ve probably all heard at one time or another and probably nodded our heads sagely): There is a God, and it’s not you. It’s not me. It’s not any of us. It wasn’t Peter, either.
Religion turns so easily into a list of things to believe and things to do. We see it all the time. It happens in every brand of religion. The only difference is in the specific lists. Neo-Evangelicals have their lists, liberal Protestants have theirs. The Roman Catholic Archbishop of San Francisco actually published his recently. Oddly enough, it doesn’t seem to be quite the same as Pope Francis’s. And so it goes.
The point is not that having lists is bad (though they are always imperfect). We may well need the little memo of reminder from time to time. What’s wrong is when the lists become more important than God. When duty threatens to outrank the Creator. When we’re so busy with our good deeds that we can’t pause to listen to a love song from the God who made us.

This whole subject is particularly apropos at this precise moment in the liturgical year. Carnival is building up to its Mardi gras climax in places like New Orleans—a period of intense busyness designed above all as distraction. And then comes Ash Wednesday and the beginning of Lent. And Lent, so often, is every bit as much a distraction as Carnival. We are apt to focus on self-examination, self-improvement, the doing of good works: all excellent stuff and I recommend it. But try to avoid letting it come between you and God—this God who is even willing to offer the very best of epiphanies to people like Peter and people like us, running the risk that we may respond that “Sorry, I’m very busy, right now, being religious.”
What God seems particularly to hope is that we will take the time to be open to God’s beauty and generosity and love. And if we can do that, I suspect we won’t have to look around for a project, like Peter. We’ll just kind of know, like Elisha, what to do next.

Knowing and Being Known

Preached from the Pulpit of Good Shepherd Church by The Rev. L. Wm. Countryman on Sunday, January 18, 2015:

O God, you have searched me out and known me. . .
(trans: The St. Helena Psalter)

There is a persistent sense of God in human beings. Some people keep expecting it to go away in the modern world, but it never has. As you’ve probably heard, the number of people in the US who profess no particular religious connection has increased substantially in the last decade or two. But that doesn’t seem to mean that they have lost their sense of the divine. It just means rather that they’ve given up on organized religion. They’ve experienced some of the bad side of it over the last few decades and not enough of its good, and they’re uneasy with it.
But the Holy doesn’t go away. God doesn’t go away. People still find themselves encountered by the divine in all sorts of ways. For us, that includes this church building, shaped (and now reshaped) by human hands to convey something of the beauty of holiness. And it includes this service of Holy Eucharist, where, Sunday by Sunday, we find ours places once again in the story of God’s great love for humankind and go forth renewed for our daily lives.

And in all of Scripture there may be no better expression of this meeting with God than the Psalm from which we read this morning: “O God, you have searched me out and known me.” We’re not talking about a catalogue of facts and figures: Me—height 5’6″, weight 154 lb., hair gray, eyes blue; God—incalculable, infinite, maybe sort of rainbow-colored or maybe, as Henry Vaughan put it, “a dazzling darkness.” No, this is something harder to explain and describe. Our encounters with God are moments of openness, moments in which we are simply together with God without the usual barriers of thought and calculation, without the distractions of our desires and our fears—moments of simplicity and wonder.

Such moments have no easy explanation, nor are they predictable,. We can’t really analyze them, nor can we reproduce them at will. As the Psalmist says:
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
it is so high that I cannot attain to it.

Indeed, that is part of the power of such moments: they catch us up into them, and have the quality of being more real, more important than the minutiae of our everyday world They even have the power to reframe and reinterpret our world. Things that were important to us before recede, things we had overlooked move to center stage. We hear people who have had a close brush with death speak of a kind of simplification of their worldview afterward; they find it easier to sort out what is truly important to them. Our experience of God is much the same. We emerge from it changed—not always in ways that are easy to specify or quantify, but changed nonetheless.

We heard two stories of such experience in our readings this morning. One is the story of the young Samuel, whom God encountered as a voice in the middle of the night, where he was bedded down to sleep in the Temple at Shiloh. He had no notion what was happening to him, and he was fortunate indeed to have a mentor like Eli to guide him. For it seems to have been an era like our own when God’s presence was not always much acknowledged.

And Samuel’s encounter with God worked a very big change on him. God opened Samuel’s eyes to the evil done by Eli’s sons, who were running the temple for their own advantage and abusing the worshippers. God opened Samuel’s eyes to see that this could not continue. As we are beginning to see in our own time, when religion begins to serve the interests of its own power, it may flourish for a while, but it will eventually bring down disrepute on itself.
Samuel saw this. But he was new to the burden of prophetic knowledge and it’s hard to know whether he would ever have had the courage to tell all this if Eli—wise old priest of God that he was—had not forced him to speak the truth. And Eli, who also knew God, accepted the justice of the charge against his sons.

This is one of the things that can happen when people encounter God. Some become prophets, the sort of people who tell the truths that the rest of us are doing their best to ignore or perhaps cannot even imagine. True prophets, I suppose, are always a rare breed, and they’re apt to have difficult lives. They tend to swim against the current. To the self-confident, they promise disaster. To the despairing, they offer hope. And, either way, like their famous Greek counterpart, Cassandra, they tend to get ignored.

Our other story this morning is a bit different. Jesus, as you remember, made a huge impression on Nathanael by his display of second sight, telling him “I saw you sitting under the fig tree before Philip called you.” In an instant, Nathanael recognized himself as known. As the Psalmist had said, “you know my sitting down and my rising up.” And, of course, part of what Nathanael knew was that Jesus had also heard his snide comment about Nazareth. I suppose Jesus was teasing him about it when he called him a person without guile—just the kind of person who would say exactly what popped into his mind.

But even though there was a certain teasing lightness in Jesus’ greeting, Nathanael knew that something much bigger was going on here, that Jesus knew him in the way that God knows us. He saluted Jesus with the highest titles he could use: Son of God, King of Israel.

But Jesus doesn’t seem to turn Nathanael into a prophet. He offers him something different—something, in fact, that God offers everyone that God encounters. Jesus offers him a life in ever-deepening communion with God. “Do you believe because I told you I saw you under the fig tree? You will see greater things than these. . . . You will see heaven opened and the angels of God ascending and descending upon the Son of Man.”
Jesus is using here the image of Jacob’s ladder—Jacob’s vision at Bethel, where he saw the angels going to and fro between God and the world by way of a cosmic stairway. Jesus is promising Nathanael that, through his association with Jesus, he will have a life of continual deepening of vision and understanding in the presence of God.

Not all of us are called to be prophets. But all of us are invited to this life of intimacy with God, of being known by God and coming to know God more and more deeply. That will also mean, of course, a deepening understanding of our world and of who we are becoming in it. To see the opening between heaven and earth, the angels ascending and descending, means to see everything in a new way. We are being invited to become new people in communion with our creator, the one who knows us so intimately and loves us so deeply.
“O God, you have searched me out and known me, . . . ” we repeat. Yes.
And “Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
it is so high that I cannot attain to it.”

Yes, that too.

But God continues to draw us graciously into this intimate embrace of love until we shall eventually, as Paul once wrote, “know fully even as we are fully known.” (1 Cor. 13:12) And there is no greater gift that God can bestow or we can receive.

Announcements for Christmas 1: Sunday Dec 28th, 2014

WELCOME! 

Sunday, December 28, 2014

 1 Christmas

Year B, Daily Office Year 1

Presiding and Preaching today is

The Rev. Dr. L. Wm. Countryman

 

The Texts This Week:

 

Isaiah 61:10-62:3  •  Psalm 148  • Galatians 4:4-7  •  Luke 2:22-40

 

SUNDAY, DECEMBER 28, 2014:

 

Please pray for: Susan Bergmans, Cynthia Morse, and The family of Andrea Thompson

 

WE ARE COLLECTING WARM JACKETS, COATS AND SWEATERS AND WATERPROOF CLOTHING for our day laborer brothers.  If you have a donation, please bring them to church today.

 

OUR VICAR, ESTE, is on vacation from December 25 through January 3rd.  She will be happy to take pastoral calls during this time.

 

OUR DEACON, ELLEN, is taking her mandatory ‘fourth Sunday off’ today and will return on January 3rd.

 

THANKS TO BILL COUNTRYMAN AND JAY JOHNSON for serving this morning!

 

 

FUTURE EVENTS AND NOTICES OF INTEREST – SAVE THESE DATES:

 

Sunday, January 11, 2015 at 11:00 a.m.:  BISHOP’S VISITATION AND RECONSECRATION OF THE CHURCH and BLESSING OF MINISTRY TO THE DAY LABORERS/MULTICULTURAL INSTITUTE.  We will have a festive coffee hour after the service and you are invited to bring a festive, tasty, dish to share.

 

Sunday, January 25, 2015 after Coffee Hour:   GOOD SHEPHERD ANNUAL MEETING in the Parish Hall. 

 

If you are visiting us today, and wish to learn more about Good Shepherd and our ministries and worship, please fill out a blue interest card and give it to our Greeter, the Vicar, or Deacon.

God’s Violence?

Preached from the pulpit of Good Shepherd Church, November 16, 2014, by The Rev. Dr. L. William Countryman

Texts: Proper 28A:  Judges 4; Psalm 123; 1 Thessalonians 5:1-11; Matthew 25:14-30

Have mercy upon us, O God, have mercy,*

for we have had more than enough of contempt,
Too much of the scorn of the indolent rich,*
and of the derision of the proud. (The Saint Helena Psalter)
I’m starting with these psalm verses today for a reason: it’s easier than starting with the story of Deborah and Barak, of Sisera and Jael. You may have been a bit shocked to be hearing that story at all in church; and, to tell the truth, the lectionary didn’t want us to hear all of it. It only assigned the first few verses—maybe because they contain one of the few references to women’s leadership in ancient Israel. But those verses don’t make much sense on their own, and I decided we’d better have the whole story. If you found it distressing, be thankful that we didn’t read the next chapter—the other version of the story, couched in epic poetry—which is even bloodier.

Now, why would I want us to hear this chapter at all? Because it raises an issue for us that we know is important and don’t like to deal with: the question of God and violence. It draws out powerful emotions on all sides.
I don’t suppose there’s ever been a war fought in American history where people—politicians, church people, pretty much the whole population—didn’t invoke the name of God to justify it. On the other hand, many of us shudder at the way this has been done in our own lifetimes, and some of us, I would guess, are convinced that all violence is wrong. Either way, we’re probably uncomfortable with the idea of God actually telling his prophetess Deborah to start a war. Are there really circumstances where God would do that?

Well, those Psalm verses give us a partial answer. Many of you will have heard more than once that one of the pervasive themes of scripture is God’s concern for the poor and oppressed— for the sort of people who can truly and honestly say, “We have had more than enough of contempt, too much of the scorn of the indolent rich, and of the derision of the proud.” It’s a theme that sweeps through the Bible from beginning to end.
The Israelite tribespeople whom we meet in this story would have fit that description. They were farmers and herders, scattered across the countryside wherever they found little pockets of usable land and springs of water. They didn’t have any central government to bring them together. They didn’t have much in the way of weapons. They were easy pickings for the king of Hazor, with his chariots and horses and standing army.
The only thing that gave these oppressed people the courage to stand up to their oppressors was the word of their great prophetess, declaring that this was God’s will and that God would sustain them. When Barak expressed his qualms—he knew the odds, after all—she gave him a sign, something so unlikely that it would prove that God was behind it all. When Israel won the battle, the triumph would be sealed not by big men capable of wielding heavy swords and pikes and clubs, but by a woman. A woman, Deborah, began the process and a woman, Jael, would bring it to its end. Barak was left with no room to claim the victory for himself.

From our distance, we may condemn the bloodshed. But if we had been there, we would have been thanking God—and not, I imagine, feeling any great pity for our defeated oppressors, living or dead. Perhaps we can even imagine ourselves into a few contemporary situations that seem quite similar. Can you imagine yourself as a Kurd or as an Arab Shi’ite faced by the army of the self-styled Islamic State? Violence—even extreme violence—would be a fact of your world. Probably you would thank God to see a bit of it working in your favor for a change.

Now, we live in an age when non-violent forms of resistance have achieved some great victories—from the independence of India to civil rights reforms in the United States to the fall of the Berlin Wall. But they don’t work equally well in every time and place. They work only where the oppressor is not quite prepared to kill everybody outright. I wouldn’t recommend trying them against the Islamic State.

Still, we have a problem, don’t we? The same Bible that tells us this story of God as fomenting war also tells us that God is above all the creator, friend, and lover of this whole world. Faithful people have tried, again and again over the ages, to reconcile the two. One way has been to think of God as a kind of jealous lover: loving and warm as long as we behave, otherwise harsh and vindictive. The author of this morning’s story offered us that explanation. The passage began this way:

The Israelites again did what was evil in the sight of the Lord, after Ehud died. So the Lord sold them into the hand King Jabin of Canaan, who reigned in Hazor. . .

That motif recurs over and over again in the Book of Judges. But it doesn’t help us much with our problem. God first punishes Israel with oppression and then punishes their oppressors for oppressing them? It doesn’t seem quite right.

Another tack is to say that the issue isn’t really jealousy, but justice. God loves us, but punishes our sins and errors. First God punished Israel by using the arrogance of their neighbors. Then God punished the same neighbors for their arrogance and cruelty using the agency of Israel. Borrowing Alice’s dictum at the Caucus Race (and giving it a nasty twist): All have been wicked and all shall be punished. But the God of justice is also the God of love, with a longer term goal of calling us away from our wrongdoing and back into communion with our one true Lover. It’s just that, first, God has to get through the process of dealing out justice—or find a way around it—before getting on with the business of love.
It’s not much better, is it? Which of God’s attributes is going to come into action at any given moment? None of us is innocent of oppressing others, sometimes in ways we don’t even recognize. Perhaps all of us at least see ourselves, one way or another, as being oppressed by others, even if in small ways. During the current 150th anniversary of the Civil War, I’ve been reminded again and again of how nineteenth-century slaveholders railed against the oppression of the Union Army even as they continued to oppress their African-American slaves. Which will it be for us: justice or love? Which will it be for anybody?

We have to reject this sort of dualism. God does not have a split personality. God’s justice is not independent of God’s love; in fact, it’s an expression of God’s love. God’s love is given to all of us alike. God loves every human being in the world ardently and insistently. If God expresses a special love for the poor, that is a way of telling every one of us that, even at our weakest and most unprepossessing, we are still and always God’s beloved. Never does a human being fall below the threshold of God’s love. It’s almost as if God’s love undergoes a kind concentration as it reaches further down and finds us in our most difficult circumstances.

This doesn’t mean that God will intervene for us at every turn and make things nice for us. That’s not how love behaves. It doesn’t take over the life of the beloved. It doesn’t infantilize the beloved. It cleaves to us and suffers with us and rejoices with us.
And given this post-Edenic world in which we live—this world where we are privileged (or condemned or both) to experience good and evil and the making of choices—this is often going to be a messy job for God. There is no way for God to be with us in this world without getting dirty hands.

What does it mean for God to become involved in the death of oppressors for the sake of the oppressed? It means that even if we should find ourselves in straits more desperate then we ever imagined, God will not abandon us. Even at the cost of dirtying God’s hands. Oppressors, beware of this kind of love!

In a world that actually grasped that truth, there would be no more oppressors and oppressed. We would imitate God’s love for us in our love of one another. There would be no more violence and bloodshed. And what would remain of the story of Deborah and Barak, of Sisera and Jael, in that heavenly world? It would still be the reminder not of any passion on God’s part for war or death, but of God’s singular and enduring love for us, even in our weakest, poorest state.

The God Who Undermines our Certainties

Preached from the Pulpit of the Episcopal Church of the Good Shepherd on Sunday, October 19, 2014, by The Rev. Dr. L. William Countryman:

We human beings are all, to one degree or another, in love with certainty. We like to be certain, or at least feel certain. And, to tell the truth, we can’t always tell the difference. This thirst for certainty takes a variety of forms. One is our hankering for perfect safety: we want to know exactly how things will go before we commit too much of ourselves to them. Another is the thirst for a precise kind of righteousness: we want to know exactly who’s right and when and how—and make sure that it’s our side, not the other side.

And this morning, in two quite different stories from scripture, God deftly undermines both kinds of certainty. Sorry about that. But let’s take closer look.

Let’s start with the search for precise righteousness. We all know about this. People want you to agree with them about what God really wants, and they tend to have pretty precise definitions of that. Maybe God wants you to say you’re born again and provide date and time. Maybe God wants you to reject all that sort of religion and just be welcoming. Maybe God wants you to subordinate women to men and oppose same-sex marriage. Or maybe God wants you to endorse gender equality and, above all, to stop calling God “he.” It’s not a conservative thing or a liberal thing, this passion for certainty. It’s a human thing, affecting all of us.
The real issue, before long, becomes not the position itself, but maintaining the position. In other words, what starts off as a religious principle turns into a political one. If you don’t agree with my politics, I’ll treat you as an enemy. I’ll try to checkmate you some way or other and I’ll be confident not only that I’m doing the right thing but that I’m actually doing God a favor. This kind of thirst for certainty lies at the root of religious wars: mostly, right now, in the context of Islam; but Christians have had our full share of them, too.
So it was a political as well as a theological problem that Jesus faced in this morning’s Gospel reading. One of the great, existential questions for religious people in Judea in Jesus’ time was how far could you legitimately submit to the rule of the pagan Roman Empire. How far must you keep clear of its defiling influence? For one example, could people pay their temple tax in Roman coins, which had the image of the divine emperor on them and often the images of other pagan gods as well? No, they could not. You had to exchange your Roman coins for other, less pagan-looking ones.
Some of the people who approached Jesus in this morning’s story were asking about the further subject of paying any taxes to Rome. Some of them may have been looking for some religious reflection on the topic. But some of them were just taking advantage of the political ramifications to get him into trouble. If Jesus objected to paying the tax, he would be classifying himself as an enemy of Rome. On the other hand, if he encouraged people to pay it, he would be the enemy of the religious purists who regarded the Roman regime as illegitimate and unclean. Either way, they expected to catch him in a trap and force him to violate the certainties of one side or the other.

Jesus, as you remember, responded instead with a joke: he looks at the coin and he asks, “Say, whose picture is this? Whose name is this?” When they say, “The emperor’s”—they’re being deliberately polite; so they can’t add, “you stupid Galilean hick,” but they’re thinking it—he replies as if he were not in fact very bright: “Well, if it belongs to the emperor, you should give it back to him. Oh, and give God what belongs to God.”
It doesn’t make any obvious sense, does it? Christians have spent millennia trying to define exactly what belongs to the emperor (or, in more modern terms, the civil state) and what belongs to God. But that’s precisely not the point. The point, rather, is to undercut the whole search for absolute certainty.
Everything belongs to God. The whole universe has God’s name written all over it. The creation story in Genesis 1 tells us that we, in particular, bear God’s image. That means that even the Roman emperor had something to do with God, however little he may have wished to acknowledge it. That means that the world at large and our neighbor in particular have a claim on us that is a part of God’s claim on us. You can’t shift your obligations to God off into a safe corner that makes it easy to ignore the complexity of life in God’s created world.
To people wanting to pin down exactly how far you could go in collaborating with the Romans, how far you had to go in resisting them—and there were lots of them—Jesus says, “Give it up. You won’t ever get it perfectly right.”
And what is Jesus’ alternative? Love God and love your neighbor. It’s vague. It’s frustratingly vague. It means we have to keep rethinking it and reworking it and learning how to do it better. We do what we can and remain open to new discoveries. When we try to pin everything down once and for all, we are actually in danger of turning our backs on God in the effort to keep our perfect theological system working. That’s why Jesus wants to undermine our certainty.

For when Jesus tells us to stay focused on God, he isn’t giving us a substitute certainty. As the wonderful story we heard from Exodus emphasizes, there is no certain and conclusive human way to grasp God. What God gives us is purpose and direction, not certainty.
Moses—to give him full credit—has already risked all sorts of uncertainty in the service of this God who met him in the burning bush. He has gone back to a place where he’s a wanted man for murdering an Egyptian guard. He has taken up the cause of an enslaved people. He has no army behind him and no talent for public oratory. He has just a few miraculous powers with which to impress Pharaoh. And what has he succeeded in doing? He’s led a big crowd of people through the Red Sea and into a desert wilderness where it would be a challenge to support life even for a much smaller group. And you can be sure that there are plenty of worries and complaints.
Worse yet, Moses has never really had much in the way of assurance. Back in his interview at the burning bush, God says to him, “I will be with you, and this shall be the sign for you that it is I who sent you: when you have brought the people out of Egypt, you shall worship God on this mountain.” (Ex. 3:12) Moses will get the sign only after he’s done the job.
So we should have every sympathy with Moses when he complains, rather politely, that everything is still rather hanging fire. He and the people of Israel are still stumbling from one crisis to the next. There are no guarantees. It’s a tough job. Even God seems to see the value in providing some encouragement.
But when Moses asks for what he really wants—full certainty, direct, face-to-face knowledge of God’s ways, the kind of certainty that would banish all doubt and anxiety and fear—God says, “I’m sorry. There’s no way we can do that.” “You cannot see my face;” God says, “for no one shall see me and live.” The gulf between God’s complete fullness of being and our own contingent, partial, uncertain kind of reality is too wide to cross directly. There is no way to transfer God’s certainty into a human mind and heart; all it could do is break us apart.

But there is a bridge across the gulf. It’s not the bridge Moses wanted. It’s not the bridge of certainty. Yes, he will see something of God—but only after God has passed by, only in hindsight, like all the rest of us. Still, the point here is not what Moses will see or know. It’s not certainty. The main thing is the love that God proclaims:
I will make all my goodness pass before you, and will proclaim before you the name, “The Lord”; and I will be gracious to whom I will be gracious, and will show mercy on whom I will show mercy.
That’s the only bridge there is between God and us—the bridge of God’s self-revelation, which means God’s profession of love, God’s determination to be gracious and to show mercy. No real certainty, even here—no road map. But at least there is a sense of the overall direction of reality from God’s perspective.

I don’t mean by this that we know nothing. No, we’ve learned, by God’s grace, a great deal abut who we are and who God is. I only mean that we shouldn’t confuse this knowledge, which is really a form of love, with the kind of knowledge that is articulated in rules and prohibitions and self-confidence.

Jesus gave people trouble when they tried to do that. He undercut our clearcut distinctions. He even made a joke of them. Even to Moses, who had risked so much and accomplished so much, God couldn’t give the kind of certainty he asked for. What God can give us and does give us is the awareness of a love that made the universe at the beginning and continues to make all things new. To know God means to be in love with God. Being in love is an ongoing process and we can’t know it fully in advance. But it’s enough. It’s all that’s truly important.

Coming Back Home

Preached from the Pulpit of Good Shepherd Church, Berkeley, on September 14, 2014 by the The Rev. L. William Countryman – the first Sunday back in the church:

Texts: Exodus 14:19-31; Psalm 114; Romans 14:1-12; Matthew 18:21-35

So here we are back home after the fire two years ago and the long and lovingly detailed work of restoration—back in our spiritual home, soaked with more than 13 decades of prayer and singing, joy and distress; experiences of war and peace, poverty and prosperity; place of a human existence shared by a broad and ever-changing array of people, including us, gathered here this morning on yet another page of our history.
And the Holy Spirit has been so good to us in this whole process—in the people she has brought together to lead us, in the skills and devotion of our architect and contractor and their workers, in the raising of funds, in the whole congregation, working together through difficult times. And, just to add a little polish to it all, the Spirit has also given us this morning probably the most perfect set of readings we could ever have found for our worship today.
First off, the story of the Exodus. Our Exodus has been much shorter and less dangerous than that of the Israelites from Egypt: no sea crossings; just a few yards of sidewalks. But it feels like an epoch-making change. That’s why I asked Randy for Hymn 200 to begin our service this morning. It’s an Easter hymn (and every Sunday is a bit of Easter), and it combines the story of the Exodus with the Story of Easter in a way that forms a pattern for Christian life. God doesn’t abandon us in times of trouble. And God brings us closer, step by step—even through times of distress—to our true home.
Yes, like the Exodus itself, it has all seemed a little disorganized, even chaotic maybe. It will take us a while to learn how we best live in our new/old home. But I suspect everybody this morning is experiencing some lifting of the spirit just to be back in this space, offering worship here as this community has done for so very long. Even those of us who are new to the congregation since the fire are smiling and feeling the general rejoicing. Those of us who have been here longer may be feeling, as I am, that it’s a bit as if you were finally releasing a breath you held for much too long.

Now, I don’t mean to take anything away from this celebratory mood when I point out that we also know another side of the story of the Exodus. The people were united as long as they had an enemy breathing down their necks. Later on, as they slogged across the desert of Sinai, they had second thoughts. They remembered how much better the vegetables had been in Egypt. They quarreled with each other. They spent a generation wandering in the wilderness—not just the wilderness of Sinai, but the wilderness of a divided and angry community.
We’re not in that situation. Thanks be to God. But we do have our disagreements. For one thing, we don’t all have exactly the same vision for this restored space. Some of us, for example, think of this moment primarily as return and would like the church to be as much as possible the way it was before. Others think of it more in terms of change and want to see it look different. Who we will become over the next few years may depend partly on the decisions we reach, but it will depend much more on how we work together in reaching them.
That’s why I said earlier that the Spirit has given us the perfect set of readings for today: not only the story of the Exodus and in the Psalm for today, but two other readings about how to behave in church. No, they weren’t concerned with to kneel and stand or cross yourself or anything like that. They go deeper. They recognize that every community has its differences and that sometimes these differences can shake it or even destroy it.
And so we hear Paul telling the church at Rome that they mustn’t let differences of opinion over food or the religious calendar divide them. These were not trivial matters. They were painful differences. Food mattered since the church in that day ate together daily in its worship—a whole meal, not just the sacramental bread and wine. And the conflict about calendars meant they weren’t always fully worshipping together in compatible ways.
And Paul tells them that, whatever their disagreements, they should remember their larger and deeper relationship to one another. “We do not live to ourselves,” he says, “and we do not die to ourselves. If we live, we live to the Lord, and if we die, we die to the Lord; so then, whether we live or whether we die, we are the Lord’s.”
We are the Lord’s. We together are the family of Christ. The Spirit has brought us together to belong to God together, not merely as individuals. That’s what Paul wants Christian people to remember when we have disagreements.

And our chapter from Matthew’s Gospel is also about life in the church, though that may not be obvious from the particular selection we read. It’s in that context that Jesus talks about the importance of forgiveness. Because without forgiveness there is no future for a community—no future for us in a community. You remember the scary conclusion of Jesus’ parable: the king turns the unforgiving slave over to be tortured. Then Jesus says, “So my heavenly Father will also do to every one of you, if you do not forgive your brother or sister from your heart.”
It’s a graphic image of the danger. But the real threat doesn’t wait on some Final Judgment. That’s just the narrative metaphor Jesus uses here. The threat is here and now. Without forgiveness, communities die. The only way to build and maintain them is through the active, creative work of forgiveness.
Let me quickly add that this is not about keeping a stiff upper lip and pretending that you don’t care about things that have offended you. That’s not what Scripture means by forgiveness. It means rather that we work actively with one another. We let our own hopes and visions be known. We take other people’s hopes and visions seriously. We are truthful with one another. And we recognize, with Paul, that the life of any real community necessarily involves some solutions to genuine disagreements that neither side will find completely satisfying. And then we keep on loving and working together, anyway, to build the future.

All of this came alive for me very vividly this week in a way that I didn’t expect. Let me show you something: this is the Good Shepherd thurible, damaged in the fire, but not destroyed. Jon Vieira made some extensive repairs to it. Nancy Kerr got some replacement bells, since the older ones weren’t really salvageable. And it was hanging in the shop at home, still badly tarnished from the fire. I decided Jon had labored on it quite enough and decided to polish it. My notion was that, with the help of Brasso, it would a quick job. Ha! It took a great deal of steel wool and several hours of scrubbing.
As I began my work, I was thinking about this object and its history. Some of you won’t have seen it before. Maybe some don’t know what it’s for. It’s an incense burner. (If that immediately makes you anxious about allergies, you can probably relax. We use only pure frankincense, which isn’t troubling to the great majority of people.)
Now, people have been burning incense for millennia as a way of praying, a physical act to go along with the mental and spiritual work of prayer. And as I scrubbed away and slowly began to get the shine back here and there, I found myself thinking of the thousands of prayers this thurible has carried upwards at Good Shepherd over many, many years. And I began to remember people I have known who prayed them.
And I discovered that polishing a thurible is a kind of prayer, too. I have been praying this week for everyone I have known here. For Sheep of the Good Shepherd who have died, such as MR Ritley, Joe MacInerney, Linda Finch-Hicks, John Roberts, Kris Rankka, Bil Carrington. For Sheep who live far away now, such as Red Stevens and Willie Hulce. For those who have not felt able to stay with us through some of the challenges of decades past. For all of the Sheep of today, represented here by those of us gathered together this morning.
Those prayers weren’t something I had planned. They just happened. But they’ve had an effect on me. They’ve reminded me how important this community is to me. They have renewed my attention to the gifts that allow us to belong together to God in Christ and the problems that sometimes make it difficult. I’m almost sorry that the task of polishing is finished for now. Almost. But there will be other ways, I hope, of renewing my prayer for you all. And I hope that each of you may also find the Spirit tricking you into something similar, taking up this prayer for the rest of us as we enter upon the Holy Land of our restored and very beautiful home.

God is not a Helicopter Parent

Preached from the Pulpit of Good Shepherd Berkeley by Bill Countryman, August 10, 2014

Proper 14A: Genesis37:1-4, 12-28; Psalm 105:<1-22>; Romans 10:5-15; Matthew 14:22-33

Of all the disciples, Peter is the most daring. He’s also the one who fails over and over again. In this morning’s gospel reading, he certainly holds true to type. But the thing I’ve always found particularly surprising in this story is that Peter’s failure doesn’t come at the beginning of it, but in the middle. He steps out of the boat: crazy, impulsive thing to do. He’s actually walking on the water. (Yes, that is an impossibility for human beings, large and heavy as we are. You can either accept it as a miracle here or you can take the whole story as a kind of parable. The point, I think, will be pretty much the same, either way.)

But notice how the story unfolds: The disciples are really scared when they see Jesus because they think they’re seeing a ghost or a phantom of some kind. Jesus says to them, “Take heart, it is I; do not be afraid.” But Peter wants more: “Lord, if it is you, command me to come to you on the water.”

Now, think about that for a moment. What’s the point of that? If Peter wasn’t sure that the phantom (or whatever this is) was telling him the truth the first time—in claiming to be Jesus—why would it tell him the truth now? But Peter, of course—Peter isn’t really the type to think things through first. He just gets out of the boat and finds himself . . . walking on the water!
And that’s when the real trouble starts. Having mastered his first few steps, he finds himself free to look around and he realizes, once again, that he’s in the middle of a big storm. This isn’t like walking on dry land—well, maybe dry land in the middle of a really big earthquake. But, no, the winds here are pushing and pulling at him and whipping up the waves. Everything is in motion. Where does he put his foot next? And you know what happens: he panics and starts to sink. Jesus grabs him and gets him back into the ship—the kind of thing he does more than once for Peter, in different ways, in the gospel narratives.

So this is a story about how good we human beings are at losing faith. We even do it just when things are going well, just when God is closest to us, just when you’d think we’d be feeling new strength and confidence. But there we are, all of a sudden, feeling as if the bottom has dropped out and we have no idea where we are or what we’re doing.

It’s also a story about how God deals with us in such moments. God doesn’t keep us out of trouble. But God doesn’t abandon us, either.
We know, of course, that experiences like this aren’t entirely bad for us—unpleasant, for sure, but an essential part of human life. We may wish, at times, that God would be a bit more protective—maybe keep us from geting ourselves into scary situations or, at least, yank us out before we’re about to drown. But the other side to that is that then we’d never have the freedom we need to make our own mistakes and have our own uncertainties. God has decided, it seems, not to be a helicopter parent, always hovering around us. And that’s actually something to be thankful for when you think about it.

Human life is, in large part, a process of trial and error. Sometimes we fail quite badly. Sometimes we may even do harm to ourselves or others by our failures. But how else does a person become human? What sort of world would this be if you had to get everything right the first time—not to mention every time thereafter? What would God be like if God expected that? What does it do to us when we demand that of ourselves? Mostly, I think, it just ties us in knots—knots of anxiety and indecision before the fact, knots of regret and self-recrimination afterward.

But God is not a helicopter parent. God, in fact, isn’t a micromanager of any sort. The ancestral (patriarchal) stories that we’ve been reading lately from Genesis show us the same thing time after time. God prompts Abram to move from Haran to the Promised Land. But Abram quickly finds that he’s more or less on his own once he gets there—and that God isn’t even very quick to fulfill the promises made to him. Isaac finds himself mistakenly giving the blessing to the wrong twin. Jacob. And Jacob, having got the blessing—at the price of alienating most of his family—actually meets God at Bethel on his way into exile, but still finds he has to manage his crafty uncle (and prospective father-in-law) pretty much on his own.

And, today, we come down to the case of Joseph. Joseph is his father’s pet. He gets all kinds of special treatment, not least that famous coat of many colors (in the old translations) or long sleeves (in the newer ones). What’s more, he’s a bit snotty about it all. He has dreams that predict his own superiority and he can’t resist telling everybody. (If you’re wondering how you missed that bit this morning, don’t worry. It’s not Alzheimer’s. It was left out to keep the length of the lesson down.)
At any rate, the young Joseph didn’t have much social sense. He even ratted on some of his brothers at one point. It’s hardly surprising that the brothers didn’t like him. Still, the idea of murdering him was completely beyond the pale. And, even in that day and age, selling your kid brother into slavery in a foreign country wasn’t really considered appropriate behavior. But Joseph did help bring it on himself.

God didn’t abandon him. But God wasn’t in a hurry to bail him out, either. It’s a long story, actually, almost a short novel, and completely absorbing—adventurous, full of danger and unexpected reversals. And it’s psychologically astute and fascinating. If you haven’t read it in a while, it’s worth going back to just for the pleasure of a good read.
But God doesn’t micromanage. Joseph has to learn from experience how to become a wise and honorable adult—a lesson that he’ll eventually have to apply in relation to his brothers when they come calling years later. It doesn’t mean that God abandoned him. It means that God was prepared to let our complex and difficult world do its work and let Joseph grow up in the authentically human way of trial and error.

Many of us, like Joseph, have probably experienced God nudging us from time to time. And I’ve heard more than one person around here over the years talk about God’s propensity for playing jokes—jokes that aren’t always very welcome at the time. In this story of Joseph, God, with consummate irony, even uses the brothers’ crime of selling him into slavery as the means, much later on, to save the whole family from starvation.
God may not be a micromanager. But God is still very much engaged.

God cared deeply about Joseph and Peter both—just as God cares deeply about each of us. And I trust that God never, in fact, abandons us even though we probably all have times that feel that way. But God definitely leaves us space to grow in the only way that human beings really can: trying things out, making our own mistakes, failing, grabbing hold of the nearest hand (which sometime turns out to be God’s hand), trying again. And if, at times, we might find a more intrusive God useful, I suspect that, on the whole, the one we have is actually better: a God who loves each one of us, warts and all, and is giving us space and time to become the even more beautiful person we have it in us (by God’s gift) to become. Maybe after we’ve come through at least a few scary passages.

The Rev. Bill Countryman

The Rev. Bill Countryman