Sunday, March 23, 2025
A Week of Sundays: Week 17
Fasting is one of those Christian traditions that are hard to swallow, pun intended. If food is good for our body, so why would God want us to go without it?
I can't answer that. But I know that fasting was an early command to the believers, first mentioned in the Bible when Moses fasted in Exodus 34. Jesus also fasted, as referenced in Matthew 4. And Jesus highlighted the importance of it as a spiritual discipline in Mark 9:29.
The church I work at encourages members to fast breakfast and lunch on Wednesdays during Lent. This 24-hour fast is broken together at a worship service. We sing, listen to God, and then break our fast with good wine (or Martinelli's) and fresh bread. After the service we share a soup and salad dinner.
The first week, the fast was not difficult until late in the evening. That week, I had class Wednesday night, so I didn't have dinner until about 9pm. While the hunger pangs were undeniable, they mostly subsided when I drank water.
The second week, the fast was terrible. Early in the day, I became hungry. By the afternoon, I felt a pain in my upper abdomen that would not go away. And by the time we came to communion, I leaned over to ask my husband if it would be acceptable for me to push people out of the way so I could eat first. "That's how bad I want Jesus," I joked to him.
As I awaited communion I realized, that IS how much I should want Jesus.
Like the burning in my belly, there should be an undeniable, inescapable desire to get to Jesus, to know Him, and to enjoy Him.
Maybe this is one of the reasons God wants us to fast. So we learn with our bodies what He wants our spirits to know.
Tuesday, March 4, 2025
A Week of Sundays: Mardi Gras
On more than one occasion, I have had to explain the Christian heritage associated with Mardi Gras. Even long-time Christians who have solid understanding of church history do not realize this day has religious roots. And there is literally no judgment in this because I, too, before beginning to work at a Lutheran church did not understand it.
In as few words as I can summarize it: In the 600s the Pope declared that the church abstain from rich foods during Lent - meat, eggs, butter, etc. In order to use up the milk and eggs that they had, believers would make pancakes on the day before Lent starts. In Europe, they are more likely to celebrate Pancake Day, but Americans have stuck with the French name, Mardi Gras meaning Fat Tuesday. The “church name” for the day is Shrove Tuesday because believers would also attempt to be absolved (or "shrived") of their sin before going into the Lenten season.
When we think of Mardi Gras, it's no surprise that we think of New Orleans and not church. It's big and loud and exciting. Perhaps the church's loss of this celebration speaks to a larger issue in the church.
Let's not forget, Jesus knew how to celebrate. His first public miracle was at a wedding where He created wine. Although there is no record of Him drinking that wine, we know He was Jewish, so He would have participated in the traditional religious feasts which included drinking wine. Christ's last communal act before going to the cross was participating in the Passover at which He said,
...He took His place at the table, and the apostles with Him. He said to them, “I have eagerly desired to eat this Passover with you before I suffer; for I tell you, I will not eat it until it is fulfilled in the kingdom of God." (Luke 22:14-16, NRSV)
Too often we expect believers to walk through the valleys of the church calendar without giving them equal opportunity to dance on the mountaintops. And then we wonder why Christians develop a reputation for being a certain way. Mardi Gras is an opportunity to be the other way - big, loud, and filled with joy - eagerly desiring to participate in a feast before we suffer for a little while.
Sunday, February 9, 2025
A Week of Sundays: Week 11
Sunday 11: The Fifth Sunday After Epiphany
Nearly thirty years later, these words still take me back to the place where I first heard them:
Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?”
And I said, “Here am I. Send me!” (Isaiah 6:8, NIV)
It was a church with too tall ceilings and walls that were too curved. I can remember the half sheets of paper that we were given to take notes and the Bible in which I kept them. I was eager to go and curious of where I’d be sent. It turns out the less distance you travel, the farther it feels. Somehow the other side of the planet would have made sense, but across town feels funny.
I’ve often overlooked that there are two questions asked in this passage. I have not studied this passage enough to know if it is simply a literary device, as repetition often is. To me, it is a sorrowful reminder that the person He sends is not always the same as the person who will go.
Going is hard.
Sometimes we go physically. Sometimes we go through a season.
Sometimes we go with clear understanding, and sometimes in blind faith.
Sometimes we go alone, and sometimes together.
Sometimes we come back. Sometimes we don’t.
Today I understand this in a new way. Going and not knowing is better than not leaving and perceiving.
Sunday, February 2, 2025
A Week of Sundays: Week 10
What does it mean to be a church on a mission?
Mission isn’t always about going.
Sometimes it’s about being.
We all have spiritual gifts, but we don’t always have opportunity to use them. The most gifted speaker does not preach at all times. A prophet does not exclusively live in his visions; he spends his time in the ordinariness of life. Even a missionary, who has dedicated his life to a particular type of living on mission, does not do his work without stop.
However, at all times, we have the opportunity to love.
"Suppose I speak in the languages of human beings or of angels. If I don’t have love, I am only a loud gong or a noisy cymbal. Suppose I have the gift of prophecy. Suppose I can understand all the secret things of God and know everything about him. And suppose I have enough faith to move mountains. If I don’t have love, I am nothing at all. Suppose I give everything I have to poor people. And suppose I give myself over to a difficult life so I can brag. If I don’t have love, I get nothing at all... Love never fails. But prophecy will pass away. Speaking in languages that had not been known before will end. And knowledge will pass away. What we know now is not complete. What we prophesy now is not perfect. But when what is complete comes, the things that are not complete will pass away." (1 Corinthians 13:1-9, NIrV)
A day will come when spiritual gifts as we know them will no longer be necessary. There is no need to preach in heaven because all will already know the full goodness of God. There will be no prophecy because we will see and understand in a new way. But love will remain because God is love.
And today, also, we can always love.
Sunday, January 19, 2025
A Week of Sundays: Week 8
Sunday 8: The
Second Sunday after Epiphany
Epiphany is a
season of going. Magi went to the manger (Read Matthew 2:1-12).
Jesus went to the water to be baptized (Read Matthew 3:15-22).
The disciples went with Jesus (Read Luke 5:1-11) .
And if I may take some liberty, Jesus’ mother went to Him at a wedding (Read John 2:1-11).
But what is
the point of all this going?
A phrase caught
my attention as I listened to Scripture today:
“Now there are varieties of gifts, but the same Spirit; and there are varieties of services, but the same Lord; and there are varieties of activities, but it is the same God who activates all of them in everyone. To each is given the manifestation of the Spirit for the common good.” (1 Corinthians 12:4-7, NRSV)
Common good.
The common
good is hard to define. It is conceptually understood, even desired, without
the full ability to articulate it. The struggle to define the common good is
not limited to Christian thought, or even philosophy. In fact, just this very week I sat amongst a
group of graduate students at the University of Southern California and tried
to give definition to this idea. Each small group landed on a good - but perhaps
incomplete – definition. One common
thread was the idea of benefit to others; whether that was articulated as a “majority”
or “all people” or “society,” it was understood that the common in common good was
a challenging modifier.
So it is,
too, in the Corinthians passage above. Later in the chapter, the author compares
the common good to parts of a body working together, each with a unique part
that serves the collective body. The ear may enjoy music from time to time, but
primarily it does not hear for its own benefit, but rather to learn or warn the
body. The feet may enjoy the pleasure of a pedicure from time to time, but
mostly it carries and moves the body. It is the same with eyes and elbows, hips
and hearts, armpits and even the appendix.
Using our
gifts for the common good is not always easy, but it is important.
If I am a leg,
let me stand.
If I am an
arm, let me carry the hand.
If I am knee,
let me bend.
If I am hand,
let me extend.
If I am an
eye, let me see.
If I am a
bladder, let me pee.
If I am
heart, let me beat.
If I am a
butt, let me take a seat.
If I am a
stomach, let me digest.
If I am a
brain, let me know what is best.
Sunday, January 12, 2025
A Year of Sundays: Week 7
Sunday 7: The Baptism of Our Lord
As I write this today, on the fifth night of fire watch, there are so many things I am feeling. Helpless. Restless. Sad. Angry. Confused. Impatient. But my goal with my Sunday posts is not to focus on my feelings, but to focus on the bigger picture.
It’s not hard for me to admit that I have a pretty dark sense of humor. Because our church follows the liturgical calendar, elements of our service are decided well before a Sunday morning. The Scripture passages that are read are not selected by us, nor are they determined by the events surrounding us. Our organist selects our hymns based on the Scripture we read. Today was a moment of (dark) comic relief to my unsettled heart.
On the first Sunday after Epiphany, known as the Baptism of Our Lord, we read:
Do not fear, for I have redeemed you;
I have summoned you by name; you are mine.
When you pass through the waters,
I will be with you;
and when you pass through the rivers,
they will not sweep over you.
When you walk through the fire,
you will not be burned;
the flames will not set you ablaze.
For I am the Lord your God,
the Holy One of Israel, your Savior... (Isaiah 43:1-3, NIV)
We sang a song after song about the fire of God and the wind of His Spirit moving. Had I not known how these selections were made it might have felt like we were being a little too on the nose. Instead, I understand that fire, wind, and even water are all things that God uses to teach us about him.
Fire destroys, yes, but it also warns.
Wind knocks over, but it also clears.
Water drowns, but it also cleanses.
On a Sunday when destruction and death seem to be raging through our county, we focus on the baptism of my Lord. I choose to die to self and live in God (see Romans 6:1-11). I don’t mean this in a flippant or careless way. Instead, I choose, even today, in a very difficult situation to affirm this truth. God is with me in the fire.
Sunday, January 5, 2025
A Year of Sundays: Week 6
Sunday 6: The Second Sunday of Christmas
Enter any major mall in the month of December and you will find a Santa Claus photo op. At my local mall, I was shocked to see the line of customers wind and stretch through the corner of the mall where Santa was located. Parents deal with crying, tired children for the fun moment when Santa looks down at the child and asks "What would you like for Christmas?" Parents lean in to hear the child's request, hoping it is something that they can provide.
In this context there seems to be a sort of familiarity to today's Old Testament reading. God approaches King Solomon in a dream and tells him “Ask for whatever you want me to give you” (1 Kings 3:5, NIV).
If we are being honest, we probably love the idea of God offering us the equivalent of a blank check. The season is inundated with it! We pull the wish bone and breaks in our favor - fate has fallen in our favor. We feel like we have the right to ask Santa for something because we have been good boys and girls. We make resolutions and promise to ourselves that we will make our goals come true because we are strong enough to take care of ourselves. Lord, help us.
Solomon knew himself well enough to know what he really needed, so he told God:
Now, Lord my God, you have made your servant king in place of my father David. But I am only a little child and do not know how to carry out my duties. Your servant is here among the people you have chosen, a great people, too numerous to count or number. So give your servant a discerning heart to govern your people and to distinguish between right and wrong. For who is able to govern this great people of yours?” (1 Kings 3:7-9, NIV)
Solomon's request was incredibly humble. He had enough discernment to know a major task laid before him, yet he asked for [more] wisdom.
God was pleased with Solomon's request. He did not ask for something that benefitted him or that crippled his enemy. He asked for that which would benefit God's people, and was rewarded with personal benefit as well.
As I consider the things I ask God for, I must ask myself what my motivation is. Do I ask for things which benefit others, or do I ask for things that appear to benefit others while really hoping God will give me what I want for myself instead?
I pray for discernment as I consider these things.