June 14, 2020 | Scripture, Sermon, & Prayers

With our routines and world upended by the Shelter in Place Order that affects all of California, we are looking for ways to stay connected during a mandate to physically stay apart from one another. This is a continuation of our time together, even though we’re in different spaces.


Opening Hymn • Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing, 16 • Page 16, Chalice Hymnal

Opening Prayer

Lay Leader: Mary Jo Renner

God of compassion,
you have opened the way for us
and brought us to yourself.
Pour your love into our hearts,
that, overflowing with joy,
we may freely share the blessings of your realm
and faithfully proclaim the good news of Christ. Amen.

Special Music • In Your Service, Lord • Written and Performed by Mary Jo Renner

Tithes and Offerings

Checks can be mailed to:
Grace Community Church
C/O Rene Horton
P.O. Box 368
Auberry, CA 93602

Holy Scripture • Exodus 19:2-8a, Romans 5:1-8, and Matthew 9:35-10:8

Lay Leader: Mary Jo Renner

Children’s Time

Coloring Page Based on Matthew 9:35-10:8

Church at Prayer and The Lord’s Prayer

All are invited to email me prayer requests for next week’s prayer, or to get in touch any time during the week. We are in the midst of an unprecidented global event, and I am available as a compassionate ear if you find you need to talk through what’s going on.

Hymn • Amazing Grace • Page 546, Chalice Hymnal

The Message

Sermon Transcript

Last week my daughter Mollie and I picked up Emma by Jane Austen and decided we would work our way through it together, one chapter at a time, trading off who reads aloud every other page. It’s no secret that I love Jane Austen, I’m part of several Jane Austen groups on Facebook, I closely follow regency fashion recreations on Instagram, and I love the differences between film adaptations, the choices made by each director, each costume department, each musical score. The same text can be expanded upon in ways that Austen herself never dreamed by applying a different critical lens to the screenplay, the choices in cast, the emphasis on some pieces of character development, or downplaying of others. And yet, even with such differences between adaptations, each new iteration of this beloved text is still Austen’s Emma. This is because text is a living thing. The creation of a story does not end once the author sets down her quill with a finished manuscript. As I learned while studying literature, one does not write about a text as though it is something that has already happened, but as though it is current, alive and thriving with each new reading. The critical lens we bring to it with our own experience, or by looking for certain themes and elements provides a fresh, ever evolving piece of work, even though the original writer may have passed into glory centuries ago.

This can also be said of reading scripture. Each time we pick up our bibles and read through a passage, the text leaps forward, freeing itself from antiquity and it becomes interwoven with our world, our perspectives. It interacts with current events, it joins us on the mat as we wrestle with societal unrest, it presents a bridge between ancient daily life and our routines, giving us reassurance of continuity even when we feel that our own world is upside down.

We can take from literary criticism helpful ways to interact with scripture to bring it to life, but it must be handled with even greater care than works of fiction. Scripture carries with it a holy tradition, and offers spiritual truths, and so our interpretations of it must be multilayered to allow for the complexity that can be found within. In literature, a formalist approach is acceptable, and reading through Emma focusing solely on the text and structure without taking into account any of the historical context or any influences the author might have had wouldn’t be detrimental to ones reimagining of the novel. With scripture, however, this is a dangerous game. To merely pluck a chunk of text out of its context and apply it to our modern life without also considering the factors that went into its writing is irresponsible. We look to scripture to guide our path, to inform our spiritual growth, and to help us make decisions that are rooted in ancient tradition. Historical context is key in separating the deep wisdom found within the scriptures from the way it interacted with the “current events” of a few millennia ago.

I’m going into depth with this this morning, not because I want to transform our worship service into a Literature 101 class, but because these are the skills that are necessary to a faithful reading of the Bible. If we merely wander into these texts, heavy with their own applications to a way of life that no longer exists, and we don’t consider how their world influenced their writing, we are in grave danger of misunderstanding what is being taught in these passages. Once we have the contextual piece in place, then we can begin to apply the layers of critical interpretation to it, and watch as the words become timely guides through our own context and time.

Unfortunately, this is not always the case. The Bible has been used in pieces and fragments, severed from it’s context to promote atrocious agendas and perpetuate oppressive ways of thinking. A text which overwhelmingly states again and again to care for the poor, the oppressed, the harassed and helpless, can be weaponized against those same groups if read and regurgitated without proper time spent understanding why it said what it says. None of the versions we read are the original, unless we are proficient in hebrew, aramiac, biblical Greek, and other languages which the source texts for our translated canonized version were written. We must take into consideration that words often have multiple meanings, and when translated those meanings may shift due to inadequate words in one language to express a words from another. We read these texts realizing that for thousands of years men were the ones to write history, to compose the written versions of oral histories passed down. We approach the numerous translations and remember that political motivations and alliances have served as catalysts for these books to be set in print. And yet, even with all of these factors floating about as we read, still the Word lives.

From our own place on the timeline, we are coming out from a week where the effects of racism on this country still dominates national headlines. There were confusing reports coming to us from the WHO about asymptomatic carriers of COVID-19, and we have had to listen and dig deeper for the facts, all while bars and salons reopened for the first time in months, and while numbers in reported cases still climb. We had the devastating news about the end of protections for trans persons seeking medical care, and if we looked hard enough or the algorithms on newsfeeds were just right, we heard about the murders of two black trans women. We need the guidance of our ancestors, the stable and steady hand of ancient wisdom now more than ever. And we need to make sure our understanding of the wisdom is rooted faithfully rather than plucked out and used a-la formalism to prove a point.

Our gospel text comes to us from a point in Matthew that follows a series of healings, cleansings, and miracles. Jesus has been busy leading up to today’s reading. If you back up just a chapter and a half, you’ll read about Jesus encountering lepers, breaking fevers, casting out demons, curing medical ailments, restoring vision, and bringing people back from the precipice of death. It reads like the highlight reel after a sporting event, you can almost picture the camera angles on the girl, waxy and pale with death upon her, the crowd gathered to mourn, and then it cuts to a quote from Jesus saying “Go way, the girl isn’t dead. She’s asleep.” and then the shot of her hugging her parents, alive, vibrant, as it pans to Jesus walking quietly out the door and onto his next miracle.

When we get to the reading for today, it is the summary of this highly active time of caring for those who need it the most. Those who are at risk of marginalization and poverty. The ones who would have pre-existing conditions and be denied care. The ones without formal protections built into the law about being treated. The ones entrenched in systemic violence against them because of factors beyond their control. What does Jesus have to say about this? “The harvest is plentiful but the laborers are few.”

Jesus isn’t telling his disciples that they’re about to go out and pick plums. He is tasking them with a mission, he is introducing them to their new calling of compassion. The text lists them all by name, commissioning each one of them to the work of casting out the ills that are plaguing the land. And he keeps this first missionary expedition close to home. He instructs them to begin at with their own people, to start the transformation among Israelites rather than going among Samaritans or gentiles. This isn’t to draw a line, because if we take this in context of the larger body of text, we know Jesus opens up and begins ministering to non-Jewish peoples at another point in the timeline. But for now, he highlights the importance of fixing ourselves, caring for our immediate needs, before we can then move beyond our own circle.

This made me think about the church mission trips that take youth into other countries, putting kids wealthy enough, or from affluent enough communities for international travel into the lap of extreme poverty for a week or two, posing for photos and giving voyeuristic “saving” help across continents, while then coming home to ignore the struggles of impoverished communities right in their back yard, falling back into the American individualist way of blaming them for their own lack of resources, their own moral failing that prevents them from pulling themselves up by their bootstraps. First, Jesus asked the twelve to understand and transform their own community. They were instructed to do this work quietly, simply, and without fanfare. Not to benefit from other’s misfortune by proving their own righteousness in stooping down to lift someone up.

As I read this I am also remembering the words I have read from black activists giving white allies guidance on how to best be part of the movement for racial justice. Do things that no one will ever know, don’t make this about you, when you attend a protest don’t take selfies for Instagram. Jesus’ words “You received without payment, give without payment.” are especially poignant as we grapple with what white privilege means and how we could possibly have it when we have faced hardships too. For the twelve disciples given instructions to heal and perform miraculous acts, these gifts came from God, freely given, and so they are not to expect any money in return as they invoke the privileges of casting out demons or healing long-lasting physical conditions. To do so would be extortion. As we look at this in our context, we can see how we are to contribute to the healing of the societal ailment of systemic racism. Recognizing that we have not faced the same obstacles and oppression as others simply because of our skin color (even though other factors have made our lives hard, they were not exacerbated by racial factors) we are to use the privilege of being part of the dominant group in order to cast our the demons of white supremacy without expecting monetary gain, building our personal brand, or a pat on the back and a cookie for using something we never had to ask for. This looks like stopping when you see a black person being stopped by the police, and using your whiteness to buffer the situation, knowing that violence may not escalate as severely if a witness from the dominant racial group is present. That feels icky and awkward—we don’t like to think of ourselves in racialized terms, but that’s only because we don’t have to because it isn’t a life or death situation. It can also be in providing financial assistance to organizations that are doing advocacy work without expecting to have a wing of their building named after you. It happens in the educating one another and ourselves about oppression we have not experienced firsthand, trusting the lived experience of those who have experienced it.

Jesus had compassion for the “Harassed and Helpless” in his own community (9:36) and sent the twelve to do the anonymous, unglamorous work of making things more equitable for those who were never fully integrated into society due to physical difference. Fun aside to highlight the earlier point about translations having different meaning, the Greek word used to indicate the compassion Jesus felt for the harassed and helpless can be more closely translated as to have a stirring of the bowels. We lucked out that this was taken to mean he was overcome with a deep emotional response that was manifested as a gut feeling, but it is worth remembering the way it was initially written down, and the difference in meaning between “bowel movement” today and in the first few centuries after Jesus’ death. But to come back from that little linguistic interlude, we are Christians, and we are to follow Christ’s lead in all we do. This means we are, before anything else, to look around us and see who has been harassed. Who is calling out in desperation? Who are the people right here in our local communities that are truly oppressed and calling out for us to do something with the resources we have? We are to do it, not for recognition or to clean our consciences, but because it is what must be done. And, possibly hardest of all, we are to expect nothing but unsettling silence in return, instead of a fruit basket or bottle of wine with a thank you card attached.

Jesus sent the twelve out without extra sets of clothes, without extra money, to be profoundly uncomfortable while performing transformative acts among their own people.  As believers and lovers of Christ, we too are called to move through our personal discomfort to bring greater justice and healing to our country.

God be with you as you discern for yourself how our Christian traditions are beckoning you toward transformative action.

Closing Hymn • Here I Am, Lord • Page 452, Chalice Hymnal

June 7, 2020 | Scripture, Sermon, & Prayers

With our routines and world upended by the Shelter in Place Order that affects all of California, we are looking for ways to stay connected during a mandate to physically stay apart from one another. This is a continuation of our time together, even though we’re in different spaces.


Opening Hymn • Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God Almighty • Page 4, Chalice Hymnal

Opening Prayer

Lay Leader: Mary Beth Harrison

God of delight,
your Wisdom sings your Word
at the crossroads where humanity and divinity meet.
Invite us into your joyful being
where you know and are known
in each beginning,
in all sustenance,
in every redemption,
that we may manifest your unity
in the diverse ministries you entrust to us,
truly reflecting your triune majesty
in the faith that acts,
in the hope that does not disappoint,
and in the love that endures. Amen.

Special Music • Pass it On • Performed by Mary Jo Renner

Tithes and Offerings

Checks can be mailed to:
Grace Community Church
C/O Rene Horton
P.O. Box 368
Auberry, CA 93602

Holy Scripture Genesis 1:1-2:4a

Lay Leader: Mary Beth Harrison

Children’s Time

Coloring Page Based on Matthew 28:20

Gospel Reading • Matthew 28:16-20

Lay Leader: Mary Beth Harrison

Church at Prayer and The Lord’s Prayer

All are invited to email me prayer requests for next week’s prayer, or to get in touch any time during the week. We are in the midst of an unprecidented global event, and I am available as a compassionate ear if you find you need to talk through what’s going on.

Hymn • All Creatures of Our God and King • Page 22, Chalice Hymnal

The Message

Sermon Transcript

Before we launch into Trinity Sunday, I would like to take a moment and invite you to do an inventory on how you’re doing this morning. Sometimes, I find, when there is so much happening in the world around us, it’s easier to focus outwardly. Too easy, since we have every major news outlet at our fingertips, and we can follow in between breaking news stories with social media by searching hashtags of the issues close to our hearts. We can get sucked into witnessing atrocities until we realize it’s 3 am and we had only grabbed our phone to make sure the alarm was set. I mean, that’s what I do. But then, while monitoring the news like reading just one more article like I think it will hit a factory reset on the world, I know I tend to avoid checking in with how I’m holding all of this information. Do you do this? If so, what are you feeling in this moment? Name it, if possible. Luckily, we’re all doing this from home so no one has to hear you if you say it out loud. For me, what comes up if I slow down enough is a lot of emotional fatigue. Can you locate where your body holds those feelings? Take a moment and inhale deeply, and as you exhale, imagine that the breath is carrying tiny fragments of whatever might be troubling you right now out of your body and into the air. These are challenging times, so if this visualization is helpful, repeat it whenever you find yourself overwhelmed.

heresy | Jeff's Jottings

Today is Trinity Sunday,  a day that is kind of hard to preach on. There are some memes that float around Facebook every year on Trinity Sunday saying things like “preached on Trinity Sunday, didn’t commit heresy!” or “How not to commit heresy on trinity Sunday, show pictures of kittens instead.” Because you know what? It’s a hard pill to swallow, especially in our facts and evidence-based way of consuming and sharing information. How do we one moment demand fact checkers for political speeches, and the next we are affirming our belief in a triune God, a God who is Creator, Christ, and Holy Spirit all in one? It doesn’t fit. As people have tried to make it make sense, they have run into entire truckloads of trouble. The council at Nicea in year 325 met to form a unified expression of faith, and as they hashed out the particulars of a new religion that had been carried near and far by evangelists, they ran into some ideas that didn’t work. Arius argued that Christ couldn’t be as age old as God and the spirit, because we have a birth narrative for him! How could he be part of the original trinity if he showed up so much later? It’s like when your favorite band gets a new frontman, and Arius was having none of that. Arius would be akin to the guy at the concert yelling “It’s Van Halen, not Van Hagar!” and insisted that Jesus, having come in later, was subordinate to God. Arius, and the school of thought that stemmed from him, Arianism, was expelled and Arianism was named a heresy.

The thing is, before this council many of those who were practicing what would become Christianity in those foundational years, the Trinity wasn’t something most people were familiar with. There was plenty to be worked out, and the council aimed to give some shape to a religion that was teeming at the edges with different expressions. So Arius and all of his writings were not to be considered part of the canon. What did come out of this council at Nicea was a unified document, a statement of belief which we still use today-The Nicene Creed. It was updated in year 381 when the ecumenical council met at Constantinople. It holds in place the trinitarian nature of God, rebuking the idea of Christ being less than God, begotten, not made. I’ll read it for you just for a reminder of this foundational statement of church history—feel free to recite it along with me if your were raised or have spent part of your faith journey in a tradition which honors this text more often than we do in the UCC,

We believe in one God,
      the Father, the Almighty,
      maker of heaven and earth,
      of all that is, seen and unseen.

We believe in one Lord, Jesus Christ,
      the only Son of God,
      eternally begotten of the Father,
      God from God, Light from Light,
      true God from true God,
      begotten, not made,
      of one Being with the Father;
      through him all things were made.

For us and for our salvation
      he came down from heaven,
      was incarnate of the Holy Spirit and the Virgin Mary
      and became truly human.
      For our sake he was crucified under Pontius Pilate;
      he suffered death and was buried.
      On the third day he rose again
      in accordance with the Scriptures;
      he ascended into heaven
      and is seated at the right hand of the Father.
      He will come again in glory to judge the living and the dead,
      and his kingdom will have no end.

We believe in the Holy Spirit, the Lord, the giver of life,
      who proceeds from the Father and the Son,
      who with the Father and the Son is worshiped and glorified,
      who has spoken through the prophets.

We believe in one holy catholic and apostolic Church.
      We acknowledge one baptism for the forgiveness of sins.
      We look for the resurrection of the dead,
      and the life of the world to come. Amen.

Our reading from Genesis gives beautiful poetry to the creation of the earth, God and Spirit co-creating, as the Spirit rushed over the formless void, the waters dark and deep, as God whispered light into the world. The opening chapter to the bible is rhythmic, it rocks us gently into being as we count our way through the first week. When God creates humans, ah! There is a slight hint at this complicated nature that would eventually become doctrine. There is the word “Us.” Rather than saying “Let me make humankind in my image” we have an almost hidden “Let us make humankind in our image, according to our likeness.” A clue that there is a more complex being who is orchestrating creation. In the first chapter of the Gospel of John, we are given similar creation language, “In the beginning was the word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” God created the world using words, and Christ was there, as The Word, capital W, participating in this divine making, the holy spirit moving and swirling about.

Still, it isn’t an easy sell. In the Bible, the trinity comes up in only a few places. There is no indication that it would be such a hotly contested topic among the communities that would be trying to make sense of it, it simply is. It would have saved a lot of squabbling and excommunicating if there had been an easy explanation of how it works somewhere within our holiest texts, a sacred org chart showing how “God in three persons, blessed trinity” could possibly make sense, but there isn’t. This is for us to sit with, to mull over, to believe in because it is so unbelievable. The very fact of it’s unfathomablility reminds us that God is much bigger than our comprehension.

In our Matthew reading, the line “but some doubted” rings out. As in, The apostles who walked with Jesus this whole time, who learned from him, who witnessed his work, who believed in what he came to the Earth to bring, these very men doubted. Christ had been crucified, they saw that. He had risen, and the women had encountered him after discovering an empty tomb. They knew that. They had gone as they had been told to Galilee, and had climbed the mountain, presumably the same where the beatitudes had taken place. A place they knew. And they saw him, there in front of them, and some doubted. We are a skeptical group, us humans. Even with all of the evidence needed, there was doubt among Christ’s closest companions. Doubt didn’t keep Christ from commissioning them to go out and make disciples of all nations. Jesus, the risen Christ trusted them to carry out this sacred task, even with doubt nagging at them and bubbling around in their bellies. Christ commissioned them to baptize people in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, and didn’t draw the line at “but only you guys who aren’t big ‘ol doubters.”

Wading in our doubt, sitting with discomfort of unknowing, and recognizing the mystery and wonder of a God we can never classify in the ways we can classify flora and fauna keeps us humble, holds us in our place as people who belong to God, who know our limits and do not try to become God. We are people who hear that we are to be stewards, caregivers, and hold dominion over the earth, not domination. In this, and in the Great Commission, we are in relationship with God, co-working toward the continuing creation of the Earth, and trusting the grace at work in our world, even when we don’t fully understand it.

And finally, to circle back to our check-in at the beginning of this sermon, God rested. On the Seventh Day, after a busy week of, oh, you know, creating something major from nothing, as metaphorical or literal as you want to take it, God knew that there was something important in sitting back, breathing deeply, and recharging. If in this time you are finding yourself running low on energy, if the work for a just society that values all Black lives gets overwhelming, remember that God rested on the seventh day. Burned out, you cannot put the energy into co-creating a world where we recognize that each of our siblings on Earth was created in the image of God if you haven’t taken a minute to reconnect and marvel at the wonder of God’s creation. There is much to be done, and we cannot afford to burn out. Find your Sabbath, rest, and even if you still retain doubt and uneasiness about the way forward, come back to the difficult days ahead ready to care for God’s beautiful, complex creation.

Closing Hymn • Now Thank We All Our God • Page 715, Chalice Hymnal

May 31, 2020 | Scripture, Sermon, & Prayers

With our routines and world upended by the Shelter in Place Order that affects all of California, we are looking for ways to stay connected during a mandate to physically stay apart from one another. This is a continuation of our time together, even though we’re in different spaces.


Opening Hymn • Holy Spirit, Truth Divine • Page 241, Chalice Hymnal

Opening Prayer

Lay Leader: Rene Horton

Perplexing, Pentecostal God,
you infuse us with your Spirit,
urging us to vision and dream.
May the gift of your presence
find voice in our lives,
that our babbling may be transformed into discernment
and the flickering of many tongues
light an unquenchable fire of compassion and justice. Amen.

Tithes and Offerings

Checks can be mailed to:
Grace Community Church
C/O Rene Horton
P.O. Box 368
Auberry, CA 93602

Today is also the date of the Strengthen the Church offering in the United Church of Christ. If you would like to give to Strengthen the Church, please note it on the memo line of your check, or give here.

Holy ScriptureActs 2:1-21 • 1 Corinthians 12:3b-13 • John 20:19-23

Lay Leader: Rene Horton

Children’s Time

Pentecost Coloring Page

Church at Prayer and The Lord’s Prayer

Poem, “This Grace That Scorches Us
A Blessing for Pentecost Day” © Jan Richardson. janrichardson.com.

All are invited to email me prayer requests for next week’s prayer, or to get in touch any time during the week. We are in the midst of an unprecidented global event, and I am available as a compassionate ear if you find you need to talk through what’s going on.

Hymn • Spirit, Spirit of Gentleness • Page 249, Chalice Hymnal

The Message

Sermon Transcript

This morning, if you came to worship for a sermon that would comfort you, or let you feel at ease, I am giving fair warning. Today is not that Sunday. Today is not the day where you will sit back, settled in your righteousness feeling at peace with the world as it is. I may get a few upset emails about that, and that’s okay. I will be happy to be in discussion with anyone who takes issue with today’s discomfort.

This is Pentecost. In Jewish tradition, it is the celebration of having been given the law at Sinai, it is to commemorate the covenantal relationship between God and God’s people. In our Christian tradition, we often call it the “birthday of the church,” and the festivities are lighthearted. In the church I come from, Pentecost Sunday has always been synonymous in my mind with birthday cake for the Sunday school classes and red, yellow, and orange gladiolus creating a dazzling flame at the altar. Wear Red on Pentecost is so often said that it has gotten mixed up in my mind with the quote from the movie “Mean Girls,” where instead of “On Wednesdays We Wear Pink” the line becomes “On Pentecost we wear read.”

And yet, like we’ve discovered this year with so many other texts we know well and holidays we can usually celebrate on autopilot, to hear and read and study the texts for this Pentecost in the year 2020, we are taken to a deeper understanding. Today, when the so called “culture wars” are at an all time high, and when racism and anguish, and systemic evil are clashing against human suffering, we cannot simply eat a slice of “Happy Birthday, Church!” cake and comment on how great we all look in our red attire.

The text from Acts comes at us swinging from the beginning, from the first line We, a scattered, dispersed people, read the words “They were all together in one place.” Our hearts break a little. I think of the welcoming smiles, the welcoming, casual atmosphere in the pews before service starts, and the way we all greet one another. I think of Barb coming up to me with a quick little note before we start the service about some piece of church or conference business—I am positive that if we were in person today she would be relaying particulars of yesterday’s Zoom Annual Meeting for the Northern California Nevada Conference of the United Church of Christ. And I think of Mary Lou making me feel at ease with her warm and welcoming smile. I envision our kids, all antsy and ready to get back to the Sunday School room where they can get to the wiggly work of experiencing the Gospel through crayon, chalk, and play. I think of how exciting it is when I see that Mary Jo will be sharing a special song with us during worship. I yearn for sitting around the table with everyone during our time of fellowship, swapping stories and laughing heartily. I could name all the interactions I am missing with every one of you, and the inside-out nature of our celebration of Pentecost this year brings me to tears.

In the story of this first Christian iteration of Pentecost, jewish peoples from across the map have assembled. In it, the root “Pente” tells us that there is five of something, in this case it is the celebration of the fiftieth day after the sabbath on which Passover began, and this places it fifty days after the season of Easter begins. Our celebration of Easter this year felt stunted in some ways in that we could not come together and proclaim our alleluias, and at the same time it was enriched with a deeper grasp of what the disciples felt, why they reacted the way they did, what it meant to be hidden away in isolation because a threat to their lives loomed outside the doors of their private upper rooms. We have felt their grief and loss because we have collectively shared in complex emotions this season. And as we approached this morning, the morning the disciples were among thousands of other Jewish people from numerous lands, as we heard Rene list for us in today’s reading, we approach it at more than a six-foot-distance. We are still under our cover and in our hiding spaces. However, as we read further, we can tell from the full story that Church, with a capital C, was never meant to be the building. It has always been about the people. We are th opened up version of the nursery rhyme “this is the Church and this is the steeple. We are the “See all the People” part, but without the walls or the door.

All the better for the movement of the Spirit. While the Jewish festival is one of the law, the Christian celebration is one of chaos, of movement, of bewilderment. If I can get way with a pun, just one today, that Sunday a few thousand years ago, it was a day of Law and Disorder.

Pentecost is the day the Holy Spirit bridges the gap between God and people. With Jesus ascended, the disciples were wondering “what now,” even though Jesus had given them ample, ample lead up and warning that it would be the Spirit that would come to them. But without precedent, what does that even mean? And here, with those thousands of years of contemplating it, writing about it, reading what has been written about it, and rewriting it, the Holy Spirit is still wild. It is unwieldy. It does unpredictable things like showing up as tongues of fire and causing men to speak in languages they had never taken a Rosetta Stone lesson. It makes the disciples look…drunk. That huge gathering of the devout Jews from across the globe didn’t know what to make of this.

Isn’t it funny that our first instinct when we don’t know how something works or experience it firsthand for ourselves is to discredit it? I’ll come back to this, so remember this tidbit.

Peter, however, gives a speech. He tells the crowd, “No! It’s 9 AM, of course we’re not drunk!” Instead, he relates what is happening, this baffling, flaming chaos of foreign words and violent wind to scripture. To Prophesy. Joel had told us that the spirit would be poured out on each one of us, breaking gender and age barriers, crossing economic and class lines, and saving all who call on the name of the Lord. Being the devout pilgrims who had traveled far to attend this feast, the familiarity with and importance of the fulfilment of this prophecy was not lost on them. The Holy Spirit was not just there to visit, or to be mischievous. The Holy Spirit showed up and gave them marching orders. They had been endowed with gifts of the spirit. They were called to something new. Something radical. Something…uncomfortable.

The Holy Spirit stirs in and around each of us. At times we can feel the presence of the Spirit in peaceful places, yes. But the stirring, the push, the inward burning to “do” and to “go” is not comfy. The Spirit does not whip around us in order to push us toward our old, same ways. The Holy Spirit shows up ready to ignite us. Ready to give us new was of thinking, of communicating, and of reaching outside of our own cozy sphere of people who look and think like us and way out of our comfort zones. To take Church outside. The Spirit does not come with fire just for us to roast marshmallows over.

Imagery of fire and igniting are painfully appropriate on this Pentecost. As we are coming together this morning to Worship God, to glorify Jesus, and to marvel at the Holy Spirit, our country is in turmoil. This could be said of any given Sunday as acknowledge that racism and violence have deep roots in our American system, however, this week it is on full display. On Monday, two news stories leapt from the page and off of our screens—the story of the black birder Christian Cooper, who asked a white woman, Amy Cooper, to leash her dog while in a wildlife area of Central Park. Rather than leashing her dog, she called the police and falsely accused him of threatening her life, harnessing a powerful tool that has been used in this country since it’s violent inception—white women’s tears. The other story, one that has changed physical city scapes as flames engulf buildings, is of a black man, George Floyd, who was killed by an officer during his arrest. Whose neck was under the full weight of Officer Derek Chavin’s knee for a full nine minutes. Who said, “Please, I can’t breathe” and was unresponsive for three minutes while the weight of unchecked power upheld by a system that values things over human life pushed down on him. And today, as a new weeks begins, fire fills our newsfeeds. How is God Still Speaking, how is the Holy Spirit still moving this Sunday morning, what rush of violent wind, what flames of understanding are being stoked? If our answer is simply “They shouldn’t riot. It doesn’t help their cause. Can’t they do this peacefully” then we are not listening deeply enough. If our answer is “Well, I’m not racist. I don’t see color.” Than we are not honoring the spirit granting us the gift of seeing difference and honoring it. The Spirit did not come to the disciples and make it so that everyone in the room heard the same language-their language. It had them each speaking in the languages of those around them, honoring the diaspora, honoring difference. Honoring the personhood of each of those gathered there. If our response to the centuries of rape, enslavement, murder, fear, subjugation, dehumanizing, and violence manifesting in taking it out into the streets and demanding to be seen and heard—because we have all witnessed that peaceful protest has been discredited when we look at athletes taking a knee in protest of police brutality against black bodies—if our response is to discredit rather than to ask the Holy Spirit to grant us the ability to understand—then we have closed our ears to a Still Speaking God, and worse, we have closed our hearts to those Jesus has continually reminded us to love. Our neighbors. Are we those who discredit a movement because it makes us uncomfortable by saying “They are filled with new wine” or are we saying, “Nope, It is 9 in the morning and we are here to fulfil prophesy, to give voice to the voiceless, to see to it that there is equality and equity among all.”

But then we come to the same snag where we first began. All of this is happening while the spread and contagion rates of an unpredictable virus are still rising. As protestors are out demanding justice and pleading for the respect of black and brown bodies, and chanting for change, the risk of a greater spread of Covid19 is lurking in the background among the other risks, risks of peaceful protests turning violent, dissenters running protestors over with their vehicles, rubber bullets, tear gas, arrest. How, do we hear what the spirit is telling us, and how do we act on it when we have so many good reasons to remain safe and at home?

Our reading from first Corinthians speaks of spiritual gifts, qualities that the Holy Spirit has activated in each and every one of us. We each have a role to play. While we cannot all stand in the streets and demand that our white-skewed system see the humanity and value in life of each member of our society, we all are still given everything we need by God to do some part in creating a just world for all. What are your gifts? How can you use them, even from home?

What are the ways we can each work to realize the prophesy by Joel of hearing equally the prophetic cries of those who our world tries to drown out? When, in our John passage Jesus says “Peace Be With You,” it is a sending. It is an active peace. How can peace be with us if we are not doing what it takes to make it so. This Pentecost, how are we receiving the Holy Spirit? What is gnawing at our insides, setting us aflame? How are we learning from our discomfort and using it to spread the Good News of a God who has created us—all of us—in God’s own image? May we be stirred by the rush of a violent wind, burning with compassion and action, and discern how our gifts can co-create with God a world that is safe and equitable for all. Amen.

Note: I am compiling a list of anti-racist books, articles, podcasts, etc. It can be accessed here. If you have a resource I have not listed, please send it my way so we can all learn, grown, and work together to end systemic racism in America.

Closing Hymn • Be Thou My Vision • Page 595, Chalice Hymnal

May 24, 2020 | Scripture, Sermon, & Prayers

With our routines and world upended by the Shelter in Place Order that affects all of California, we are looking for ways to stay connected during a mandate to physically stay apart from one another. This is a continuation of our time together, even though we’re in different spaces.


Opening Hymn • Crown Him With Many Crowns • Page 234, Chalice Hymnal

Invocation

Lay Leader: Christopher Williams

O God of glory,
your Son Jesus Christ suffered for us
and ascended to your right hand.
Unite us with Christ and each other,
in suffering and in joy,
that all your children may be drawn
into your bountiful dwelling. Amen.

Tithes and Offerings

Checks can be mailed to:
Grace Community Church
C/O Rene Horton
P.O. Box 368
Auberry, CA 93602

Holy ScriptureActs 1:6-14

Lay Leader: Christopher Williams

Children’s Time

Faith formation resources for families and those who like to color as prayer.

Gospel ReadingJohn 17:1-11

Lay Leader: Christopher Williams

Church at Prayer and The Lord’s Prayer

All are invited to email me prayer requests for next week’s prayer, or to get in touch any time during the week. We are in the midst of an unprecidented global event, and I am available as a compassionate ear if you find you need to talk through what’s going on.

Hymn • Jesus Shall Reign Where’re the Sun • Page 587, Chalice Hymnal

The Message

Sermon Transcript

Many of you have met my effervescent 5 year old Dorothy. She has a way of saying things that always catches me off guard, and sometimes the things she says make me laugh those big belly laughs that only come from an Art Linkletter, “Kids Say The Darndest Things” place of hearing, and other times, her words cut to the chase and reframe the world around us in kindergartener terms. I can cut through all the other grown up verbiage I’ve built around everything else and get to the center of the thing. She has become fond of saying “Mama, when the coronavirus is over, can I go to grandma’s house?” “Mama, when coronavirus is over, will you take me to the Zoo?” or, my favorite because it really shows how weird our situation truly is, “Mama, when the coronavirus is over, can we go to a gas station store for Hot Cheetos?”

All this kids wants is to go to a store. Not even a cool store with toys. She just wants to go to a GAS STATION and load up on road trip snacks. We’ve reached that point in this where even the AM/PM is looking like a 5-star resort. And when she asks these things, I can feel the confusion of whatever Coronavirus means to her, this thing that is keeping her from singing lessons with Ms. Des at her school, and from going to Livingstones in Fresno to order their strawberry cheesecake and chat with every person who walks by inside the dark dining area. “Mama, when coronavirus is over” has become synonymous with “when we go back to normal” in her way of rationalizing the world around her.

I think we also fall into that same way of thinking, wanting things to go back to normal. And with the phases of some businesses opening back up after being shuttered for two and a half months, it feels closer than ever. However, this reopening is with strict and severe modifications. Normal isn’t possible yet.

We also talk a lot about a “new normal.” This week we’ve seen the new CDC guidelines for schools to resume in-person education, and within those parameters it’s hard for us to imagine the sticky-hands, hug-my-bffs, experiential learning that takes place in a classroom. As schools flirt with plexiglass partitions between students in class, and frequent disinfecting of surfaces, we wonder what new strains and stressors will be put on teachers to prioritize health and safety and distance and sneeze-covering over the lessons they had prepared. The “new normal” is not something we can really get too jazzed about.

And that’s partly because, even though we really love comfort and knowing what to expect and the feeling of normalcy, normal as a status, as a goal, as a system, is deeply flawed. Even when we benefit from “normal” we know under our veneer of being happy we can just go to a funeral again—image that!—we know that there are some deep flaws with our normal.

We can take some inspiration today from the ascension. Earlier this week a meme circulated around the liturgical-geek corners of the internet that said, “Tomorrow is the feast of the ascension. To those who wonder what it’s about, it’s the day Jesus started to work from home.” I couldn’t help but chuckle, if this pandemic has done nothing else, it has given us a whole new take on old traditions. However, the ascension isn’t just a cool, albeit baffling story, about the Risen Christ making a flashy exit in a cloud. I think we can sometimes get distracted by the fancy pyrotechnics and special effects in these kinds of stories and we miss the parts that are the most relevant to us. Not this year. As we hear about the ascension, we are especially drawn to the disciples who are gawking at the sky. They’re just awe-struck. They’re in disbelief. They’re in their own heads going, “Wait, what? What just happened?” and as they’re all gazing toward heaven, two white-robed men appear with them and ask, “Hey, what are you all looking up there for?”

We too, have that tendency to continue to stare in the direction of where our most recent sense of normal was taken from us. A BBC article from last week asked people to look for the last “normal” photo on their phone, and when I shared it among my contacts, the images that popped up in the comments were of things like birthday parties, groups of friends at brunch, the first and last day of little league baseball practice. Looking at those images felt a little bit like staring at the clouds where Jesus had just ascended. Looking back at what cannot be recreated. “People of Facebook, why do you stand looking toward that photo of that amazing plate of tacos consumed from within a resaturant from early March?”

The ascension signaled a new phase for the apostles. Jesus had been with them in life, he had died, he had been resurrected and had stayed with them to give them some final instruction. To let them know they totally had this, they were fully equipped to take this message of hope and love and run with it, to reassure them that they were never going to be separated from him. To let them know that God’s timing belongs to God, and that in the meanwhile they would need to keep moving forward, witnessing to the world.

This is literally the last thing he tells them. He lets them know they can move forward, and there is lots of work to be done to the ends o the earth.”

And then they get stuck on looking at the clouds. Look at the last known place where things were normal. The last photo in their gallery that depicted life before everything changed again.

I can see how easy it is for so many churches to want to open back up soon. To defy CDC recommendations and say “Our doors are open! Allelujah!” but in doing so, it may be more like the apostles standing there, jaws agape, staring at the cloudscapes. A desperate grasping for what felt like the last time we felt like things were okay.

And yet, through all of these mandated closures and recommendations of staying out of spaces with a high likelihood of spread of COVID-19, we have managed to find Church. Church has never really closed, it has found new expressions. Some of those pathways to new expressions have been clunky, to say the least, but social distance cannot keep God’s beloved community from being community. From being church.

Being UCCers, we likely recognized the end of today’s Gospel reading from John. “That they may all be one” is written within the pre-red comma, pre-swirly blue comma, old school United Church of Christ logo. It used to make me think of some “we are the world,” hands-across-america utopia of everyone in harmony in some epic group hug. Now, with the COVID-lens, the idea of a gigantic, worldwide hug sounds like a terrible idea. It sounds like we’re one sneeze away from all getting sick, and that isn’t quite the oneness that is envisioned in this passage.

To jump backward from the Ascension, our John reading is a continuation of Jesus’ farewell, as he’s preparing his apostles for life without him. They haven’t yet experienced the heart-wrenching pain of loss in the crucifixion or the glorious illogicality of the resurrection, or the doubt, and then joy at his re-appearance among his beloved disciples. Here, they just know something big is about to happen. And so, jesus prays for them. He spends these final moments, these precious last words before his arrest in prayer. He prays for them. He lays out that everyone who is his, is also God’s, and all who belong to God are also his, and that the relationship isn’t one that is possessive of the disciples, of believers, of us, but that there is reciprocity. In the disciples, in the believers, in us, Jesus is glorified. He asks for protection, he asks for unity, he prays that all may be one.

This prayer happens just before certain scattering. Before the cohesive unit will soon become fragmented, and sent out to share the Word.

Oneness isn’t from being in the same place at the same time. It isn’t in going back to the last known point of normalcy. It doesn’t come from staring at the clouds, or into our phone’s photo roll. The kind of becoming one that this is, and has been since this farewell speech, is an understanding that unity comes through rolling with change, leaning into it and knowing that no matter the distances between us or the scary weirdness that ensues, we are one with Christ and one with God and one with each other because we are one with Christ and God and each other. It’s weird math, and yet there is truth in it. The apostles were brought together one last time after Jesus’ death for the purpose of scattering across lands and borders. They are reminded by the men, clothed in whited, that their job now isn’t just to stare at Heaven and wait for Jesus to come back through the same cloud-door he exited through. They have a whole lot of good stuff to do in the very near future. Similarly, we are not to look at the last paper order of worship from the last Sunday we spent together in church, not to pine for the things that are no longer possible. We are to look forward and really try to see what new ways in which the Spirit is calling to the church, how we can build a better world instead of a new normal. The next thing the disciples did after Jesus Ascended was form a nominating committee to fill the empty seat left by Judas. The work of the disciples continued, and yet they knew that it couldn’t just go back to the same work they were doing while Jesus was walking among them.

The church also continues, and we pray that we don’t get too stuck on gazing into the heavens while repeating, “when coronavirus is over…” but instead know that we can move the church forward, secure in our oneness with God, no matter where we are. May we be blessed by our unbreakable interconnectedness with the divine as we are led by the Spirit to replace “normal” with something much better. Amen.

Closing Hymn • Blest Be the Tie That Binds • Page 433, Chalice Hymnal

May 17, 2020 | Scripture, Sermon, & Prayers

With our routines and world upended by the Shelter in Place Order that affects all of California, we are looking for ways to stay connected during a mandate to physically stay apart from one another. This is a continuation of our time together, even though we’re in different spaces.


Opening Hymn • Immortal, Invisible, God Only Wise • Page 66, Chalice Hymnal

Invocation

Lay Leader: Sandy Chaille

God, you call us to love our neighbor as ourselves;
the one who is weak and the one who is strong,
the one who is happy and the one who is sad,
the one who is enjoying mental wellness today
and the one who is struggling with mental illness today,
the one whom we understand and the one we don’t,
the one who is embraced and the one who is shunned,
the one who is like us and the one who is different.
As we worship today, bless us with your love
that never leaves us alone, excluded, or othered
and help us to shine that same love into the world.
Amen.

Special Music

Performed by Mary Jo Renner

Tithes and Offerings

Checks can be mailed to:
Grace Community Church
C/O Rene Horton
P.O. Box 368
Auberry, CA 93602

Holy ScripturePsalm 66:8-20

Lay Leader: Sandy Chaille

Children’s Time

Faith formation resources for families and those who like to color as prayer.

Gospel ReadingJohn 14:15-21

Lay Leader: Sandy Chaille

Church at Prayer and The Lord’s Prayer

All are invited to email me prayer requests for next week’s prayer, or to get in touch any time during the week. We are in the midst of an unprecidented global event, and I am available as a compassionate ear if you find you need to talk through what’s going on.

Hymn • Spirit of the Living God • Page 259, Chalice Hymnal

The Message

Sermon Transcript

Last week I had hit my limit. I have some friends who have been keeping count of the days since they began sheltering-in-place as a family, I’m not that organized so I think we’re into the 60s, but honestly, some days it feels like we’ve been doing this for 6 years. I knew I had hit my limit when the tiniest edge of an envelope got torn accidentally and I started to cry. Not like, the cute little single tear or even the shaking lower lip, shuddering sigh kind of crying. This was the UGLY CRY. Those who have experience the ugly cry know the power of a good ugly cry. I honestly don’t think I’ve had a good ugly cry like this in 4 or 5 years. I sobbed. I wailed. I had the tears, the snot, the arms in the air wildly gesturing to God that I was not okay because THIS ENVELOPE TORE. And then I was fine, or so I thought until I received a frustrating phone call that caused me to hang up and scream for 45 seconds straight.

For those of us with an instant pot, it’s kind of like that moment when the cooking has finished and you get to push the button to release all that steam from the pressure cooker. That’s kind of what those two events felt like. After I finished my scream, I straightened up a bit, looked at Chris and was like, “Yeah, okay. I’m good now. By the way, did you know next Sunday is Mental Health Sunday?”

It feels like Mental Health Sunday couldn’t have come at a better time, even though technically it is always observed by the United Church of Christ on the third Sunday of May every year. I read an article this week called, “We have begun the dreaded third quarter of isolation, when — yes — things get weird” which examined the experiences of those who have gone into voluntarily isolated situations—notably those who have worked in remote areas like antarctica or space—and then applied those findings to the involuntary isolation of sheltering in place. What it confirms is that, yep, if you’re feeling a little extra on edge, emotional, or aggressive, then you’re not alone. In a situation where the duration of time in isolation is known, “Typically, mood and morale reach their [lowest point] somewhere between the one-half and two-thirds mark of the mission,” according to one review. The third quarter can extend, however, if something happens to prevent the mission from coming to completion, so if there is inclement weather that causes flights to be grounded for an extra length of time, then the third quarter phenomenon can stretch on until travel home can be made safely. The writer of the article compares COVID to this, saying that we’ve reached a 3/4s mark in our minds. We can see the curve flattening, some businesses are opening back up, and we’re eager to get back out in the world again. However, since we don’t know what it will look like when we do start getting out more often, there’s an indeterminate amount of time ahead of us due to a second wave of infection or other factors. We’re essentially trapped in a third quarter weirdness loop right now, we’ve experienced all the quirky fun of making our own sourdough starter or backyard campouts. The novelty of the Novel Coronavirus has worn off. The cuddle time with our young ones that was so delightful 4 or 5 weeks ago is beginning to make us feel like we’re over-stimulated and touched-out. The joy at finally having time to read the stack of books or tackling the big home improvement projects has worn thin, and we’re sick of being in the same surroundings day in and day out. Some of us have been working through this pandemic, frustrated by the lack of PPE, ears raw and red from the elastic on face masks tugging at them all day, filled with worry about exposure to the virus that might then get brought into the home and infect loved ones. Clearly, a Sunday devoted to mental health is timely for us right now.

The Psalmist who wrote Psalm 66 sounds like they had experienced the weirdness of the third quarter, as well. “For you, O God, have tested us; / you have tried us as silver is tried. / You brought us into the net; / you laid burdens on our backs; / you let people ride over our heads; we went through fire and through water; / yet you have brought us out to a spacious place.” When I read it I can feel the frustration of being pushed to one’s limits, of a community being pushed to their limits of what they can handle. I can easily read this and insert my own experiences in between the lines, “You have brought us into the net, (and for the community good, kept us in our homes) / You laid burdens on our backs; (as we were tasked with working from home while managing our children’s distance learning and still trying to buoy everyone’s morale) / You let people ride over our heads; (While a virus with deadly potential spread exponentially) / We went through fire and water; (We went from our nighttime pajamas into our slightly fancier daytime pajamas and felt the lethargy of depression or the pin-pricks of anxiety) / yet you have brought us out to a spacious place. We haven’t yet reached the spacious place in our own time of trial, that mark between fire and water and the spacious place? That’s where the psalmist’s third quarter took place.

And yet, we can see from both this psalm and from the article about Antarctic and space explorers that there is eventually a time when we come out of the extended journey, the third quarter doesn’t drag on forever, even though while you’re in it, it feels like it will never end.

What does this have to do with mental health, then? For those of us with mental health concerns, we might be able to give a few pointers to anyone who has may have never experienced some of the things we’re collectively experiencing globally. When it comes to anxiety about the future and wondering how long this might drag out, grounding techniques are useful to bring oneself down from feelings of panic. Finding ways to connect with one’s immediate surroundings is a good way, and it has been recommended to find some way to engage each of the senses. So, if I were to use my current surroundings as an example, “I can see my peach tree, heavy with fruit. I hear birds singing directly behind me in the tree. I taste the cinnamon I added to my coffee this morning. I can touch the pages of my biblical commentary as I fan them out. I smell the grass damp with dew.” Deep breaths help too. And if the feeling is a low-grade “UGH” as you’re moving through your day, and you’re finding it harder to get out of bed at a normal hour or enjoy the things that normally would make your soul sing (or at least make your momentarily joyful), a few tools from the depression toolbox might be useful—do something active, exercise helps with lifting mood. Check your eating habits, especially if this is your first bout with these kinds of lows. Depression and low mood can make us want to comfort eat, but make sure you’re also throwing in a good helping of fresh, healthy food into your body. I mean, when I hear this advice, I automatically am like, strawberries on my ice cream, check.” It can also be helpful just to put words to your worries. Write them down. Say them out loud. Name them in prayer. This isn’t the same as sitting there chanting to yourself “OMG I CANT’T PAY MY PHONE BILL OMG I CNT PAY MY PHONE BILL.” This is more to bring what is worrying you and bringing your down to light, to expose it to air, in hopes that it loses some of it’s sting. Keeping blessings journal, or recognizing one good thing for every negative thought is also one way to counteract and keep negative thoughts in check.

Of course, this doesn’t always work. And if these things don’t work, therapists are indispensable. There are so many ways to have access to quality talk therapy these days, even while we’re unable to physically sit on the therapist’s couch. And there are warm lines provided by many behavioral health wings of local county government if you just need to talk through a particularly hairy episode of third quarter weirdness. Links to these resources will be provided below the transcript of this sermon.

One in four folks are living with mental health challenges, but we know that the health of one person can affect more people than just that one in four. Caring for the mental wellbeing of each other is an exercise in caring for our community as a whole. In our Gospel reading today, we are given the promise that we are not alone, we will not be forgotten or orphaned by God. Love is a central theme and essential to our connection to the Holy. If we continue to love one another as Christ has loved us, then we are certainly never going to be abandoned. But how, when we’re talking about mental health, can we know we are “loving” one another, especially as we get further into the agitation, irritability, and crummy bad mood days of the dreaded third quarter? Love isn’t always a romantic gesture. Love can look like setting boundaries and telling your housemates, “Look, I’m struggling today. It’s not any of your fault, but I am asking for some grace and a whole lot of support.” It can manifest in taking a cup of tea to your partner wo hasn’t stopped staring at the same place on the wall in 20 minutes. Love doesn’t judge, or demand someone to do more than they can, and it is important to remember that this goes for ourselves as well. Loving one another as Jesus loved us means also extending the same grace to ourselves that we would to someone else. Love is taking the active steps necessary to care for ourselves when we’re experiencing mental distress, including self-care, taking a day off, or picking up the phone and reaching out to a professional. In the John reading, Jesus says he will send an Advocate, and this the Spirit, which is a bridge between Him and the people, a way to make the love of God accessible even when Jesus has gone. Advocacy is a powerful word in the mental health world, when sometimes our mental health episodes go beyond what we can handle ourselves through deep breathing and taking a brisk walk. We have access to God’s steadfast love, but remember it’s totally fine to be deeply loved by God while dialing the psychiatrist’s office to make an appointment. I have a sticker on my laptop that says “It’s ok to have Jesus and a therapist too.”

And once we’ve come out of the third quarter, once we’ve been through water and fire, when the wide open spaces God has provided for us appear, and when this is all over, we should look at what we took from this time, the great strides we made to care for ourselves and others. Instead of going right back to normal, what did we find helped us maintain or regain a healthy mental state while in the extreme situation of sheltering in place? The article suggested that after spending time in isolation, many people find that, even with the dreaded third quarter, they wanted to return to it. I’m not sure we’ll all be itching to shelter in place quite so strictly, nor do I think we out to cross our fingers and hope for another pandemic, but I think we may experience a similar sense of wanting to return to some of the things we’ve learned in this time. I learned that I can’t just push push push until eventually I scream, and asking for help and for space is something that I have to do to maintain balance. There are projections that women may emerge from this time more confident in their abilities and men may be more ready to seek the advice and help of their community. How has this time changed you? How have you loved deeper in it? What small things have you found joy in that you never would have discovered otherwise? These are the things that lead to the fourth quarter expression of thanksgiving and gratitude we heard in the psalm.

This mental health Sunday, I encourage each of us to do a check in with ourselves to see how we are feeling today, at this moment. Extend yourself some love and grace where it might be needed, we won’t be in the weird third quarter forever, but we don’t know quite when we will be out of it either. Remember how God has been faithful and steadfast to God’s people, and suffering isn’t some divine punishment for our iniquities, but instead can provide a pathway to God’s open arms, where we will be strengthened and come out on the other end with some new tricks for how to handle even the hardest times.  To end today, don’t worry, I won’t scream for 45 seconds straight. Instead, we’ll finish out with the last lines of the psalm;

But truly God has listened;
    He has given heed to the words of my prayer.

20 Blessed be God,
    because he has not rejected my prayer
    or removed his steadfast love from me. Amen.

Mental Health Resources

  • Crisis Line:  888.275.9799 or 559.673-3508
  • Central Valley Suicide Prevention Hotline:  1.888.506.5991
  • Veterans Crisis Line:  1.800.273-8255
  • Crisis Text Line:  741-741
  • The Trevor Line:  866.488.7386.  The Trevor Lifeline connects lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, questioning (LGBTQ) persons to a suicide prevention and counseling phone line with access to trained counselors 24/7.
  • The Friendship Line:  800.971.0016.  The Friendship Line for Older Adults, Ages 60+ or Family and Friends.  A crisis intervention, support and resource line for older adults.
  • North Valley Talk Line:  855.582.5554.  The Northern Valley Talk Line, provided by Northern Valley Catholic Social Services (NVCSS), is a non-crisis warm line offering peer to peer support, compassionate listening and county-wide resource referrals.
  • United Church of Christ Mental Health Network
  • National Alliance on Mental Illness
  • Mental Health and Coping During COVID-19

Closing Hymn • Holy Spirit, Truth Divine • Page 241, Chalice Hymnal

May 10, 2020 | Scripture, Sermon, & Prayers

With our routines and world upended by the Shelter in Place Order that affects all of California, we are looking for ways to stay connected during a mandate to physically stay apart from one another. This is a continuation of our time together, even though we’re in different spaces.


Greeting

Liturgists: Joni Palmer & Helpers!

Opening Hymn • Christ Is Made the Sure Foundation • Page 275, Chalice Hymnal

Invocation

Lay Leaders: Taegen Palmer

Risen Christ,
You prepare a place for us,
In the home of the Mother-and-Father of us all.
Draw us more deeply into yourself,
Through scripture read,
Water splashed,
Bread broken,
Wine poured,
So that when our hearts are troubled,
We will know you more completely
As the way, the truth, and the life.
Amen.

Tithes and Offerings

Checks can be mailed to:
Grace Community Church
C/O Rene Horton
P.O. Box 368
Auberry, CA 93602

Holy Scripture1 Peter 2:2-10

Lay Leader: Joni Palmer and Adeline Gren

Children’s Time

Faith formation resources for families and those who like to color as prayer.

Gospel ReadingJohn 14:1-14

Lay Leader: Joni Palmer and Luke Gren

Church at Prayer and The Lord’s Prayer

All are invited to email me prayer requests for next week’s prayer, or to get in touch any time during the week. We are in the midst of an unprecidented global event, and I am available as a compassionate ear if you find you need to talk through what’s going on.

Hymn • How Great Thou Art • Page 33, Chalice Hymnal

The Message

Sermon Transcript

How appropriate was that, that in this morning’s scripture reading we had imagery of newborns craving milk and maternal care? As I sit here recording this sermon, my kids are busy covering the kitchen with flour and making me an 8,000 calorie breakfast that am going to enjoy with delight. I won’t only enjoy it because it’s been a while since I had chicken-fried steak, which it has been, but because oh my gosh, things have just been a little extra-ultra, over-the-top, why is this all happening, did we really need to add MURDER HORNETS to the list of things to worry about, difficult lately. Am I right? It seems like at every turn, things might be getting better, the curve might be flattening, human-interest feel good stories start popping up again, and then BAM. MURDER HORNETS. If you somehow have missed the news on this one, I’ll spare you the details, but as someone who already seems to be a bug magnet, I’m just kind of shaken by this last wild news story. I mean, the government just released confirmation of UFOs and that was barely a blip on the radar, so to speak, because we’re just so oversaturated with the uncomfortably weird, that now we’re like, Oh. Hm. Maybe they’ll bring us a Coronavirus Vaccine on their flying saucer. Or at least some chicken-fried steak. Mmmm.

And that’s nothing, this week we have been confronted with the news of the arrest of the killers of Ahmaud Arbery, a black man in Georgia who was jogging when a father and son chased him down and shot him in February. It took 72 days for the arrest of the two, highlighting an uncomfortable and inescapable truth that though we are all minding our own business and staying home, injustice, racism, and white privilege have not disappeared. We are still part of a system that does not value the lives of everyone equally.

And we’ve seen armed protests, protests that are not against the injustice names above, not against the families still detained at the border, not against the constant rolling-back of rights of LGBTQ people, or the fact that entire communities do not have adequate resources to combat COVID-19, but armed protests at captiol buildings, on city hall steps, even  street corners right here in Hanford where I live, with people holding up signs that say… “I need a haircut.”

Or worse, with signs that compare public-health measures to slavery. Or even worse, with signs that bear the same words on them that were inscribed over the gates to concentration camps like Auschwitz while protesting in front of the office held by someone who is Jewish.

I don’t harp on these things to be macabre. I’m not bringing them up to make us feel worse, even though it doesn’t exactly make me feel any better to say them out loud either. This is where we are, if we were to drop a pin in our timeline, this is what is overlapping with this morning, this is what is in the air we breathe today. This is a side dish to accompany the hash browns and fresh fruit salad on my mother’s day brunch. It feels awful.

I asked out lay leaders to read rom The Message translation this morning, it really helps set the tone-especially in First Peter, in a way that we can understand and benefit from today. “So clean house! Make a clean sweep of malice and pretense, envy and hurtful talk. You’ve had a taste of God. Now, like infants at the breast, drink deep of God’s pure kindness. Then you’ll grow up mature and whole in God.”

Peter is handing us ancient wisdom, serving it up on a plate fit for brunch during a time of bad news and hardship. Revisiting the imagery of being like children before God, we are asked to take on innocence, childlike wonder, simplicity. These things are not an easy ask when our minds are reeling with whether we will be able to make the mortgage next month if our hours remain cut, or if the unemployment online system remains so overloaded we cannot even login to check the status of our benefits. Our first job right now is to remember we are children of God. We will be provided for, even though it may not look the way we envisioned it. We should not lose heart, and more than anything, as we drink deep of God’s good kindness, we must remember that it is then fitting for us to respond to the world with the same kindness, graciousness, and mercy which God shows us. How is God blessing us, even now when the world is upside down?

In the reading from John, we also receive guidance and reassurance, this time from the mouth of Jesus himself. In this reading, jesus is giving something of a goodbye speech. This shouldn’t be read like it’s the words of a man on death row, giving his last words, however. This is more like what you’ll hear from a president who is ending their term, a retirement speech from a long time business partner, it is the speech to sustain the apostles when times get tough, and reassure them when they aren’t so sure of their path or calling. It is akin to Martin Luther King Junior’s famous “I’ve Been to the Mountaintop” speech, a speech of passing on the baton to the next runner in the relay. In it, King says, “But it really doesn’t matter with me now, because I’ve been to the mountaintop … I’ve seen the Promised Land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people, will get to the Promised Land.”

In John, The apostles are faced with all kinds of bad news when this is happening. Judas’ betrayal. Peter’s denial. Jesus has already told them that his death is near. Things look bad. They feel bad. Not quite Murder Hornets. Instead, much worse, much scarier. How on earth, Thomas asks, will we know where to go without you telling us? Guiding us. Doing what you always do, and over-explaining things again and again in different ways because we never can seem to get your meaning on the first try? You expect us to find our way?

Jesus simply puts it, in one of the better known verses in the bible, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.  If you know me, you will know my Father also. From now on you do know him and have seen him.”

Don’t worry, Thomas. Your way will be paved for you. I’ll just note that Jesus isn’t creating an exclusionary club with this statement, which I think we sometimes pull from this because we love being special. Instead, Jesus is telling Thomas, and all of them, and all of us, that even when things get murky, we won’t lose our path because we have it deeply embedded in us, as followers of Christ. Thomas, your way is already made for you, if you know me, you already know God. You have everything you need to pull you through any rocky circumstance. Any problem you might encounter. Murder Hornets.

Both readings remind us that God is within us. As believers and followers of Jesus, we are never separate from God. Both readings use “house” imagery. First Peter says “let yourselves be built into a spiritual house” and in John, Jesus says, “In my Father’s house there are many dwelling places.” Before he goes to explain that God is in him, and is accessible to the apostles, to all of us, through him. Houses are pretty strong images for us right now, I would say, since we’re all stuck in them all the time except for sometimes gloving up, putting on the mask, and braving the wilderness of the produce aisle. What both of these readings gives us right now is twofold, God isn’t only to be found at church, but instead God can be wherever we are. Not only is God’s church pretty portable since it’s within each of us, but there is a ton of room for everyone—many dwelling places—because each of God’s children is provided for. This isn’t just in heaven, as “My father’s house”  is often taken, this is here, now. God is dwelling with me here in my old farmhouse in Hanford just as God is dwelling among you wherever you are.

And finally, because we are spiritual structures, sanctuaries built of flesh and bone, we are living in this world, but we are of God first and foremost. Before we are world citizens, we are of the citizenry of God’s expansive and inclusive kin-dom. There is much work to be done here on our earthly plane, and it cannot be done if we are disconnected from our purpose and call as God’s children. While we sit in our homes feeling powerless against racial violence, microscopic germs, and yes, murder hornets, we are given hope for a better tomorrow, we are given solidarity in one another as believers and oneness with God, Christ, and Holy Spirit. We are given help as we come up against things that take our breath away, Christ aids us and compels us to act in a manner that is aligned with his own actions. We are loved, and so we can love, we can forgive wrongdoing because we have that love, and through that love we are better able to work toward the dismantling of what caused the wrongdoing in the first place.

Our own ability to solve the world’s problems before breakfast are limited, but with the understanding that we are in this big, messy, murder-hornet-y world with God beside us, we can continue to shine Christ’s love into the places where it is needed most. Even from our own homes, and especially over brunch. Do not lose hope, God is with us always!

Closing Hymn • I Love to Tell the Story • Page 480 Chalice Hymnal

May 3, 2020 | Scripture, Sermon, & Prayers

With our routines and world upended by the Shelter in Place Order that affects all of California, we are looking for ways to stay connected during a mandate to physically stay apart from one another. This is a continuation of our time together, even though we’re in different spaces.


Opening Hymn • Savior, Like a Shepherd Lead Us • Page 558, Chalice Hymnal

Invocation

Lay Leader: Victoria Thomas

Creator of the universe,
you made the world in beauty,
and restore all things in glory
through the victory of Jesus Christ.
We pray that, wherever your image is still disfigured
by poverty, sickness, selfishness, war and greed,
the new creation in Jesus Christ may appear in justice, love, and peace,
to the glory of your name. Amen.

Psalm 23

Special Music • Like a Shepherd by Bob Dufford • Performed by Mary Jo Renner

Tithes and Offerings

Checks can be mailed to:
Grace Community Church
C/O Rene Horton
P.O. Box 368
Auberry, CA 93602

Holy ScriptureActs 2:42-47  

Lay Leader: Victoria Thomas

Children’s Time

Faith formation resources for families and those who like to color as prayer.

Gospel ReadingJohn 10:1-10

Church at Prayer and The Lord’s Prayer

All are invited to email me prayer requests for next week’s prayer, or to get in touch any time during the week. We are in the midst of an unprecidented global event, and I am available as a compassionate ear if you find you need to talk through what’s going on.

Due to the public nature of worship and prayers online, prayer requests will be vague on the video recording to respect privacy and confidentiality, trusting that God knows our intention.

Hymn • My Shepherd, You Supply My Need • Page 80, Chalice Hymnal

The Message

Sermon Transcript

The Bible has a lot of really great pull-out quotes in it that fit nicely on a cross-stitch hoop or make a great bumper sticker. What home décor is complete without “As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.” on a wooden shabby-chic panel? Then there’s the ubiquitous John 3:16 that always makes its way onto sweatshirts and coffee mugs. I’ve seen a lot of Good Shepherd art, but you know what we never see written in an edgy font across the rear windows of a lifted truck “I AM THE GATE.” John 10:9. It’s just kind of a weird one, right?

And yet, it shows up in this morning’s reading. Of all the “I am…” statements Jesus makes, this one is a little harder to pull out and emblazon on a license plate frame or tack onto a piece of jewelry. It’s kind of awkward.

Let’s think about gates for a moment. What comes to mind? For me, the first thing I envision is the entrance to my husband’s grandma’s gated community. She lives in this absolutely gorgeous neighborhood that seems to pop up in the middle of nowhere in Friant. It’s like, hill, hill, hill, friant dam, hill, LUXURY. So you pull into this oasis of fountains and greenery in the middle of the yellow grassy hills, blinking a bit at the contrast of it all, and there’s the little call box to enter the dreaded “code” to enter. The one that I KNOW I saved in my phone so that this wouldn’t happen again, but somehow it’s nowhere in any of my notes, not in Grandma’s file in my phone book, not anywhere. So then I get desperate and start re-reading every text message I’ve ever had with anyone in Chris’s family, hoping maybe if I scroll back to December, I might find the message where my brother in law may have sent it. And, aha!, it’s there, and I read it to Chris, and he triumphantly punches it into the keypad to discover…

… the code has changed. And grandma isn’t answering her phone. And we’re just sitting there, waiting for someone else to come along and open the gate for us so we can get in. Gates are frustrating. Gates are exclusionary. Gates can imprison people against their will. Gates imply an “Us and Them” that gets really murky really fast. Gates, gates make for a weird “I am” statement, Jesus!

        And yet, here it is, waiting for us to faithfully make out the meaning behind it. This week’s reading ends one verse shy of the more well known “I am” statement, “I am the Good Shepherd.” The revised common lectionary skillfully pairs today’s reading with Psalm 23, adding more depth to the Good Shepherd theme, and aiding us in our understanding of this imagery. Otherwise, we could be reading it all wrong. And sometimes, what with the closed-to-the-public nature of gates, we do read it wrong.

        The “Good Shepherd”, minus the actual verse that says “I am the Good Shepherd” comes chronologically after Jesus has healed the man who was born blind, and Jesus has just been scrutinized by the Pharisees, who have balked at his suggestion that the man’s physical malady was not in fact caused by a big bunch of sin, but rather that they, people who see, are the sinners. Getting into he nitty gritty of sin is another sermon for another day, but know that the lead-up to this pericope is Jesus saying to the Pharisees, “If you were blind, you would not have sin. But now that you say ‘We see,’ your sin remains.” (John 9:41). It’s one way of telling them that the person who is afflicted is not to blame here, but instead those who are completely sure of the correctness of their “vision” are toeing a dangerous line, morally.

        So this leads us into Jesus speaking in riddles about gates and shepherds. The Pharisees in the previous passage are clearly the self-and-socially proclaimed gatekeepers to God. Have you ever come into contact with a gatekeeper who was so enamored of their own power that they made things harder than they should be? I ran into one last week when on the phone with my health insurance company, and the whole conversation was dismissive of my need or concerns.

        Taken without the backstory of the pharisees as the “Gatekeepers,” we could assume that John 10:1-10 is about Jesus giving us the authority to be gatekeepers, after all, we’re on the right side of the fence, right? We can say that anyone who hasn’t entered the gate the same way we did is a bandit and thief. That’s what it says, right there. Except, it doesn’t.

        Jesus is a gate which needs no keeper to demand the password or secret handshake to pass through. It isn’t our job to do that for him. Instead, Jesus is lecturing the pharisees (and those of us who are tempted to be the bouncer at the entrance to check whether someone’s name is on the guest list or not) that he is the only one who gets the title of gatekeeper. The gate is open, and his voice is calling to his flock to come in through the gate, to come to the safety of being cared for within a secure area. One cannot hop the fence and be part of this community of mutual respect and care because to do so is to claim what does not belong to you. To come in as an authority by way of climbing over the gate will ultimately cause harm because if one does not enter into relationship by open and honest means, there is a lack of care for anything beyond one’s own personal interests. There is no need to enter by any other way into the unity of compassion, neighborly love, and justice when the gate is being held open wide for those who earnestly seek to live in such a way. This is a conversation that Jesus has with the leadership to convince them that political power plays and personal gain only get in the way of creating the kind of community and world that God requires us to live in. By arbitrarily assuming sin on a man who was born blind, they are assuming the role of gatekeeper, and instead, they will find that this is not what God intended at all.

        How does this hit in 2020 during “COVIDtide?” (attribution for this term goes to Rev. Daniel Ross-Jones. It’s too clever not to put to use.) How can we read this ancient chunk of text in a modern light?

        Right now, leaders all over the world are reacting to and making decisions regarding how long to keep our communities and cities and states under shelter-in-place orders. This is a heavy weight to put on the shoulders of any leader, where lives and the health of our communities are at stake, while people suffer economically because of it. In the meanwhile, rampant misinformation and unchecked facts circulate quickly around the internet. There are things that sound right, and we agree with, but may not be based in fact. Our leadership is tasked with holding all of this in tension and making decisions that will best usher us safely through this epidemic. One way we can apply the lens of the “fake gatekeeper” to our situation is by asking how the responses look when contrasted with beloved community. There may be a call to rise up against injustice, but is the call rooted in love for neighbor or love for business interests? There could be talk of unifying and needing to have an “all in this together” approach, but if “together” neglects the least and last—the unhoused, the elderly, the chronically ill, the “others”, then justice is neglected. If these areas are notably lacking, then it does not follow the kind of fellowship that God intends for us. The “I am the Gate” story provides a helpful way for us to track how we are holding up our end of the bargain when it comes to being the sheep who are loving tended to by a Good Shepherd on this side of the gate. If what we see does not uphold these things, we can come to our savior, our Shepherd, for guidance in how to speak truth to power and look past the fake gatekeepers of our time while supporting those who are upholding Jesus’s shepherding practices and care for all in the flock. Jesus as the Shepherd and as the Gate helps us to distinguish between God’s sovereignty and the authority of elected leadership. As God’s people, we can hold our leaders accountable to stay in line with the just world for all that God imagines for us.

        The other takeaway is that we are protected while we are in the care of our shepherd. Psalm 23 lets us know that with the Lord as our shepherd, we are not left on our own. We are not condemned to wander across hill and dale without purpose, we are not left to the harsh elements around us. When one of the flock becomes ill or sprains a hoof, the shepherd carries them to a safe place. While we are safely inside the gate, we are connected to God in a way that will never leave us alone as we heal from whatever ails us. We are reminded that as long as we trust in God, and follow the voice of our Shepherd, we are given abundant life in a safe pasture. This sheep enclosure is not exclusive. Jesus makes no claims about separating the good sheep from the one who maybe sometimes headbutts the other sheep when it gets bored or the one who obnoxiously bleats while everyone else is trying to sleep. We are all assumed to be in this relationship with the Good Shepherd, given safety and security through our relationship with him.

        And in a time when we are asked to wear masks to Save Mart and go without the in-person, physical comfort of one another, being cared for by a loving shepherd and protected by, yes, a gate, is the good news that we could really use right now. May we be held in the loving care of our Shepherd, now and always.

Closing Hymn • I Have Decided to Follow Jesus • Page 344 Chalice Hymnal

April 26, 2020 | Scripture, Sermon, & Prayers

With our routines and world upended by the Shelter in Place Order that affects all of California, we are looking for ways to stay connected during a mandate to physically stay apart from one another. This is a continuation of our time together, even though we’re in different spaces.


Opening Hymn • Sing of One Who Walks Beside Us • Page 231 Chalice Hymnal

Due to copyright, we do not have a lyrics sheet to post.

Invocation

Elusive God,
companion on the way,
you walk behind, beside, beyond;
you catch us unawares.
Break through the disillusionment and despair
clouding our vision,
that, with wide-eyed wonder,
we may find our way and journey on
as messengers of your good news. Amen.

Special MusicNow We Remain by David Haas • Performed by Mary Jo Renner

Tithes and Offerings

Checks can be mailed to:
Grace Community Church
C/O Rene Horton
P.O. Box 368
Auberry, CA 93602

Holy Scripture

Acts 2:14a, 36-41  •  Luke 24:13-35

Lay Leader: Mary Jo Renner

Children’s Time

Faith formation resources for families and those who like to color as prayer.

Church at Prayer and The Lord’s Prayer

All are invited to email me prayer requests for next week’s prayer, or to get in touch any time during the week. We are in the midst of an unprecidented global event, and I am available as a compassionate ear if you find you need to talk through what’s going on.

Due to the public nature of worship and prayers online, prayer requests will be vague on the video recording to respect privacy and confidentiality, trusting that God knows our intention.

Hymn • Rock of Ages, Cleft for Me • Page 215 Chalice Hymnal

The Message

Sermon Transcript

Do you remember the Where’s Waldo books? Page after page of cluttered, busy pictures, designed to hide Waldo somewhere within the crowds on a beach or in a park. Then you’d pore over them page by page, searching for the conspicuously dressed man with glasses, a beanie, and a red and white striped shirt. You could almost always find him eventually because you knew exactly what you were looking for.

My sister had a camera when we were kids that automatically inserted Waldo into the frame. This was the early 90s, so it wasn’t anything quite like the filters that can be found on apps like snapchat or facebook nowadays, so there was no adjusting to the image in the photo and putting Waldo in the best place possible for concealment. Instead, whatever was in the corner of every photo would be invariably covered up by a very obvious Waldo, waving hello and ready to ruin that picture of grandpa.

I was thinking about Waldo a lot this week. Not because I love searching for infuriatingly tiny little men on pages that are swarming with people—none of them minding their social distancing, thank you—but because I have been chewing on the reading from Luke, thinking about Jesus just showing up on the Road to Emmaus, and what it must have been like for his apostles not to realize he was there, walking and talking with them.

It’s not quite a Waldo situation. There is no template for it. There’s no key at the bottom saying “See if you spot the risen Christ on this page!” It wasn’t even like my sister’s terrible Where’s Waldo camera, Jesus superimposed in the lower righthand corner of everything, so he would awkwardly be present. Instead, he simply joined the two apostles as they were walking dejectedly to Emmaus.

Let’s take a moment to get our bearings. Though we are in the Third Sunday of Easter, and last week we jumped 8 days ahead to talk about Thomas, chronologically, this story comes to us from Easter evening.

Two of the apostles were making the trek to a village, Emmaus. This wasn’t a long journey—about seven miles from Jerusalem—however, it was taking place after an emotionally charged few days. They had witnessed Jesus’ crucifixion on Friday, and after keeping the sabbath, had found out that the women had found the empty tomb, and had even seen him on the path.

The good news hadn’t quite reached these two. Though they had heard the womens’ account of that morning, they were, you know, women. Even followers of a radical guy like Jesus whose table and ministry were always open to women may have struggled to listen to the accounts of women in the same way they would have had it come from men. They were still deeply in the throes of grief. There is even a part of the reading, once Jesus joined them, where it is pointed out that, “They stood still, looking sad.” This is not a twosome who have said any alleluias yet.

And it is in this state of grief, mixed with a little shame, because the things they had assumed would have happened already, hadn’t, that Jesus, the risen Christ, finds them and inserts himself into their conversation. Even though they are discussing the recent events, they don’t recognize him, or, more importantly to recognize, they are kept from recognizing him.

What could keep you from recognizing someone you love so dearly?

There are a few ways of reading such a fascinating choice of words. One could be that God is keeping them from seeing him clearly to enhance the “Aha!” moment at the end when Jesus becomes clear. Another could be that through the lens of grief, we don’t see anything as clearly as we would otherwise. Also, what our expectations are of a situation’s outcome can affect the way we perceive what is happening.

They were not expecting him to show himself to them while walking, especially not while they were discussing their disappointment. “We had hoped he was to be the one to redeem Israel, and here we are, it’s already the end of the third day, and no big fireworks or showy return. We still feel the same as ever. And when a few of us went to the tomb hoping to flip the switch that signaled angels to appear, nothing happened. It’s been a big bummer of a weekend.”

 There is another thing about those Where’s Waldo books that seems to fit in here. When looking so intensely for Waldo, I’ve noticed that I miss all the other bizarre, fascinating, and kind of humorous other people and vignettes taking place within the image. Looking so intently for a single, expected result might cloud the way we can see everything else in the periphery. Squinting and searching so hard for a red and white shirt means I’ve missed the couple walking down the lane, the child dropping her ice cream and the dog at her heels so eager to catch it.

When we think we know exactly what the resurrection means, exactly what God’s intent is, exactly what the signs are all pointing to, we tend to miss all of the surprises that are lined up waiting for us to be taken by surprise. Perhaps the two apostles on their trek to Emmaus were so busy expecting to find Jesus in the heavenly equivalent of red and white stripes that they couldn’t recognize that the traveler quietly and meekly joined their party.

He may have continued on along the road once they reached Emmaus, but they urged him to join them, they extended hospitality to this stranger who somehow understood all the prophets and was able to give lights to the scriptures that had told about Jesus, even though he had claimed to be previously unfamiliar with the topic of discussion as he joined their party.

He was asked to stay with them, and it was then, after the hospitality was extended, that they were able to finally see him for who he was. It was at the table, when jesus took the bread, blessed it, and broke it. As he shared it with them, they saw, It was Jesus! Their eyes were opened, they could recognize the very man they were mourning.

As the light of recognition flickered in their eyes, he vanished.

They realized, as they talked about the amazing thing that had just taken place, that they had known it was him all along, but couldn’t name the feeling or place what it was as their hearts were burning within them while they conversed with him on the road. As Jesus was making the scriptures more clear, they knew who he was deep within, but were not yet in a place of being open to Jesus returning to them in that way. It wasn’t until they had extended hospitality to the stranger, asking him to stay with them, and then in the act of Jesus doing what he did so often in breaking bread and sharing it, that he could be revealed. They broke out of the bindings of their grief and mourning, wriggled free from the expectation of what should have happened and the disappointment of what they had hoped for not coming to pass, and shifted to the auto-pilot of following what Jesus would have had them do. They were able to see the whole scene, the full, busy landscape of the end of that third day after Jesus’ death. They had confirmation, once they rushed back to Jerusalem to be with the others, that yes, Jesus had appeared to Simon as well.

We, too, are in a different state from our usual this Easter season. We are perhaps grieving that things had not turned out as we had meticulously planned them. I am delivering this sermon to you from Camp Quaranteen, a makeshift celebration  of my son Cary’s thirteenth birthday, which would have otherwise been a big campout on the beach at Morro Strand with all the extended family, but instead was just us in the back yard. We are dealing with a case of what we had hoped for versus what we were dealt due to sheltering in place and the fear of getting our very large extended and blended family sick. I’m sure you’ve had plans change, something big has been canceled during this season too.

I leave you with two thoughts to take into this week with you. First, even though it’s tempting to Where’s Waldo your situation and look for the glimmers of familiarity, try not to and instead take in the bigger picture. Focusing on the one thing you can’t find right now, the hope that seems to have been mercilessly dashed against the cruel shores of COVID-19 reality, may be preventing you from taking in the beautiful, life-filled world around you.

Secondly, keep in mind that Jesus does show up for you. And will keep showing up. It may not be for as long as you would want, but he will appear in that moment you need him. If you feel that burning in your heart, that soaring in your soul, look wider, open your understanding broader to accommodate new and unexpected encounters. The resurrection is not limited to our previous understanding of it, and all Jesus is asking of us is to provide the space and invitation. He will make himself known, even in our grief. No red-striped shirt and beanie cap necessary.

Closing Hymn • Come Ye Faithful, Raise the Strain • Page 215 Chalice Hymnal