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The story of the Prodigal Son & his older brother.

Luke 15: 11 - 32   "So he [the son] set off and went to his father." (v. 20a; NRSV).

     Just how easy is it anyway to eat crow? Is there any nutritional value or aid to my digestion, by ingesting, even a slice of humble pie? Rev. Marlayna poignantly exposed a quite-possible mind-set of the mother and older brother in that 'oh so familiar' prodigal son [parable], Sunday. A far cry from Pastors' common swipe at depicting the need of the younger son to grovel, upon butting up against life's cold reality, after a season of waste and wantonness. Perhaps, going to God and articulating character flaws, as best I'm able could be profoundly freeing, even if zero people that I encounter describe such as easily done. Could it be that the conflicting sons Mom's seeking God's character was an assertion of her character, in the Luke text? The older's words to the younger prodigal around meeting, to teach him 'harvesting' are definitive progress toward Jesus' spirit being infused by Mama Naomi's words and care.

      Just for yucks, I looked up "crow" in my handy Oxford Dictionary & Thesaurus, and found the term: 'eat crow' referenced as part of the definition. Knowing that such publication doesn't mince words, I take this to mean that eating crow is common and understanding this related expression serves to add clarity! That said, pride is a primary short-coming of I, the undersigned. I likely would enhance life and relationships, by addressing rather than denying and neglecting situations, where I'm confident that Godly behavior would improve things for self & several. I often justify my denial for not dealing with things, because it'd 'rock-the-boat'. Doing so, meaning: upsetting the status quo would likely result in disruption where things got worse before they have a chance of improving. Change is hard! Has any of your thinking-Christianly told you of ways, circumstances might improve in your sphere of influence? My ruts of thinking in this area, aren't serving me so well of late; maybe a taste of that crow-pie wouldn't hurt.

     Lord God, may these words and musings be prayer, especially on subjects whereby my words / behaviors haven't worked for me, let alone yielded things as you'd orchestrate them....ttyl.

Blessings & may your delivery of Jesus' message be openly received, Kevin & your deacons.

August 23rd Sermon: “Sharing in Forgiveness”

Scripture:  Luke 15:11-32

Then Jesus said, “There was a man who had two sons.  The younger of them said to his father, ‘Father, give me the share of the property that will belong to me.’  So he divided his property between them.  A few days later the younger son gathered all he had and traveled to a distant country, and there he squandered his property in dissolute living.  When he had spent everything, a severe famine took place throughout that country, and he began to be in need.  So he went and hired himself out to one of the citizens of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed the pigs. He would gladly have filled himself with the pods that the pigs were eating; and no one gave him anything.  But when he came to himself he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired hands have bread enough and to spare, but here I am dying of hunger!  I will get up and go to my father, and I will say to him, “Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you; I am no longer worthy to be called your son; treat me like one of your hired hands.”’  So he set off and went to his father.  But while he was still far off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion; he ran and put his arms around him and kissed him.  Then the son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you; I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’  But the father said to his slaves, ‘Quickly, bring out a robe—the best one—and put it on him; put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet.  And get the fatted calf and kill it, and let us eat and celebrate; for this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found!’  And they began to celebrate.

“Now his elder son was in the field; and when he came and approached the house, he heard music and dancing.  He called one of the slaves and asked what was going on.  He replied, ‘Your brother has come, and your father has killed the fatted calf, because he has got him back safe and sound.’  Then he became angry and refused to go in.  His father came out and began to plead with him.  But he answered his father, ‘Listen!  For all these years I have been working like a slave for you, and I have never disobeyed your command; yet you have never given me even a young goat so that I might celebrate with my friends.  But when this son of yours came back, who has devoured your property with prostitutes, you killed the fatted calf for him!’  Then the father said to him, ‘Son, you are always with me, and all that is mine is yours.  But we had to celebrate and rejoice, because this brother of yours was dead and has come to life; he was lost and has been found.’”

***

Sermon:  “Sharing in Forgiveness”

“Gideon is no brother of mine!”  Jacob, the elder son, shouted at his father.  “It would have been better for all of us if he’d never come back!”  The disgust in Jacob’s voice was almost palpable.  With those words, he turned on his heel and resolutely marched away, leaving his father alone in the courtyard of their home.   His father stood and watched him go, sadness creasing the corners of his eyes.

A woman stepped out of the shadows behind the father and put her right hand on his shoulder.  She spoke lovingly, “Reuben, you have said all you can say.  Let it rest.  Later tonight, after he’s had some time to cool down, I will go and talk to our first born son.” 

Reuben reached up and clasped his wife’s hand, tears forming in his eyes.  “Naomi,” he said, “I can’t bear to lose another son,”      “I know,” she said, “I know.”

***

Later that night, Naomi found her oldest son as far away from the festivities as he could get—out in the stable tending to the livestock.  He was using a rake to spread fresh hay in a stall as she arrived.  She sat down on a bale of hay near the stall entrance and was quiet for a moment.  He kept working.

“Jacob,” she said.  “Talk to me.”

“What is there to say?”  He stopped raking and faced his mother. 

“Why are you so angry at your brother?”  She asked.  Her words acted like a spark igniting a fury in his soul. 

“Why am I so angry?  Because your youngest son--my brother-- has made a fool of all of us, especially Father.  Have you not heard the gossip in the village?  Have you not heard what they are saying behind our backs?  ‘Reuben, weak as an old woman… easier to push over than a bale of hay… Stupid old man, giving half his property to an ungrateful, little cow pie.’  “If that ingrate were my son, I would have hit him upside the head and sent him on his way with nothing but the clothes on his back!’”  Jacob banged the rake he’d been using against the side of the stall to clear the prongs of hay. 

His mother winced, then looked at the young man with love in her eyes, “I had no idea that the thoughtless words of our neighbors stung you so deeply.  I’m sorry.” 

“You should be sorry—sorry for welcoming him back!  He had his chance, and he blew it, big time.  And now he dares to come back, feigning humility, and my gullible father buys his act completely!  And what’s more, Father doesn’t just let him come back quietly, so we can keep our dignity.  No!  Father has to let the whole world know that the good-for-nothing swindler has returned— he throws him a party, with my money, no less, my share of the inheritance.  Without even consulting me!  How is that fair?!At the very least Father should have made him work off his debt before he was reinstated in the family.”

The mother shook her head.  “My son, my son.  Do you understand your father so little?  His generosity of spirit, his kindness to those in need, his willingness to forgive those who do him wrong--this strength of character makes him a man worthy of respect.”

 “Worthy of respect you say?  Ha!”  Jacob kicked at a clump of hay that had fallen off his rake.  “No.  What you described--his character flaws-- are what will bankrupt him—bankrupt all of us!”

His mother folded her hands in her lap and again shook her head.  “No, my son.  On the contrary.  Forgiving those who recognize the error of their ways is the only thing that can restore a broken relationship.  Forgiveness does not bankrupt us; it makes us whole.”

Jacob looked at his mother with tears in his eyes.  “All my life I have worked hard for our family, and I have received nothing.” 

“My son, open your eyes.  You have always had our love—  can you not share that with your brother?”

“I’m not sure I can.” The young man came over and sat next to his mother on the bale of hay.  He put his head on her shoulder and cried.  “Pray for me, Mother.  I’m not sure I can.  I’m not sure I can forgive my brother.”  Naomi put her arm around her oldest son and prayed silently that he could open his heart, even just a little bit, to let in the Light of God’s Love.  After some time had passed, and her son’s tears had dried up, she left him in the stable, and he went back to cleaning the stalls. 

As Jacob worked, he thought about his mother’s words, “Forgiveness does not bankrupt us; it makes us whole.”  He wasn’t sure that she was right.  Wasn’t sure that his brother, if forgiven, wouldn’t just turn around and make a mess of things again.  And then, where would they be?  But then a verse of Scripture popped into his head out of the blue--from Psalm 103 that he’d learned as a boy, “God is gracious and merciful, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love.”  Perhaps God was calling him to share in his father’s forgiveness. 

***

After he had cleaned all the stalls in the stable, Jacob took a deep breath, and went off in search of his younger brother Gideon.  He found him in the living room of the house, holding a goblet of wine and singing some folk song with a group of neighborhood teenagers, including the girl next door who was playing a tambourine.  When Jacob saw Gideon, his stupid, tipsy smile, the robe and ring and new sandals that he was wearing, Jacob felt anger wash over him again like a tidal wave.  It was all Jacob could do to hold himself back from tackling his brother and wiping that stupid grin off his face.  “Perhaps God is gracious and merciful,” he thought to himself, “But clearly, I am not God.  This forgiveness thing is not going to work.”  Jacob turned to go, but his brother saw him and called out.

“Jacob!” he said.  “I need to talk to you!”  Gideon set his wine down and got up to approach his brother.  The singing stopped.  Everyone in the room stared at Jacob.

“You’re wearing my robe!” Jacob barked.  The words were barely out of his mouth when Gideon reacted.  Gideon took off the robe and laid it on the chair where he had been sitting.  He removed the ring and put it on the table.  Then bent down to untie his new sandals and set those under the chair.  Barefoot he knelt down in front of his brother and began to speak.

“I know I don’t deserve any of these things.  I’m sure you hate me, and I don’t blame you.  Up until recently, I can’t say that I ever thought much about anyone else besides myself.  I am sorry for the pain I’ve caused our parents—and caused you.  I wish I had behaved differently.  I should have.  If I could go back and change how I’ve behaved up until now—believe me, I would.  But I can’t.  All I can do now is change how I act going forward.  I want you to know that tomorrow morning—and every day after that—you will find me working in the fields with the hired hands.  I promise.  Before God and everyone here, I promise.”

Seeing him without the robe, kneeling on the floor, Jacob couldn’t help but notice how small his brother looked.  And thin.   Before he left, although he was 18, Gideon still looked like a little boy; you could still see the baby-fat on his face and around his middle.  Now, his cheekbones protruded like outcroppings in the desert, and you could count every rib.  Plus, his bare feet looked calloused and sore and dirty, as if he hadn’t worn shoes for quite some time. 

Jacob began to feel his anger slowly drain away.  He knew he should say something to his brother, but he wasn’t quite ready to fully forgive him.  “Get up,” he said.  “Tomorrow I’ll meet you in the field at sunrise.  I’ll teach you how to harvest grain.” 

I invite you now to pray with me a prayer by Rev. Arianne Braithwaite Lehn entitled, When I need forgiveness and to forgive  PAGE 34

Compassionate Creator,

You hold me with faithfulness each day,

And I’m asking for your

Forgiveness to flood my life.

I recognize in myself persistent struggles…

The same old failures…

The things I get too tired to confess again…

The things I’ve hidden for so long

I’ve convinced myself they’re

Not so wrong after all.

Thank you for your patience, God.

Please forgive and free me.

Heal my heart and liberate my mind.

Reveal to me, Lord, those I need to forgive.

From your reservoir of grace,

May new springs of healing and forgiveness

Flow into my relationship.

Carve in me a deeper kindness.

May the pain others caused--

Even pain they don’t know about--

Teach me a compassion

I would not have learned otherwise.

Loosen the hard, rigid bars

I’ve put around my heart,

And relax my expectations

With your humility and love.

Nurture a supportive space in me,

That I might give others a soft place

To land with sore hearts--

Just as you’ve done, God, for me.

I pray that all I speak,

All I do,

All I dream,

And all I confess today

Declare my love for you,

Need for you,

And commitment to follow

your way, Lord. 

Amen.

(Prayer from Ash & Starlight, p. 34)

Rev. Dr. Marlayna Schmidt

Franklin Federated Church

Franklin, MA

August 23, 2020

Sermon first written and preached March 18, 2007 in Annisquam, MA

Edited and preached July 20, 2014 in Winchester;

Edited again and preached August 14, 2016 in Manchester, NH and Aug 7, 208 in Manchester-by-the-Sea, MA

Edited again and preached August 23, 2020 in Franklin, MA

The last few paragraphs are inspired by a piece entitled “Apologies,” written by Richard & Antra Borofsy 2010.

August 23nd Worship

“Then the father said to the older brother, ‘Son, you are always with me, and all that is mine is yours.  But we had to celebrate and rejoice, because this brother of yours was dead and has come to life; he was lost and has been found.’”  (Luke 15: 31-32)

Hymns for Sunday, August 23rd

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#340 Softly and Tenderly
#464 God of Grace and God of Glory

Mt. 15: 21-28

Mt. 15: 21-28 "But Jesus did not answer the woman. So his followers came to Jesus and begged him, 'Tell the woman to go away. She is following us and shouting'." (v. 23, NCV-Extreme Teen Bible).

     Try putting yourself in a disciples' flip-flops as Rev. Marlayna did this week in re-telling the story of a Canaanite woman trying to evoke Jesus' help for her demon-possessed daughter. Emotional exhaustion is difficult and I, like the Apostle Peter look forward to my respite as much as anyone; after all, I'm better able to give when I've been nourished (which includes being rested!). The problem however is that life frequently doesn't come at me, with the orderliness I would prefer. Wouldn't I, or haven't you done everything possible to facilitate the best results for your child?

     Just yesterday, I encountered a 3 yr.-old, that a mentor would call 'strong-willed'. I was merely walking the dog with her, her Mom and big sister before they left for home after a whirlwind 2 night visit with us. Oh, did I say I was looking forward to a nap, post their departure? Any who, Ms. Three proceeded to strongly and with many tears refuse a dose of a much-needed medication, outside CVS where we'd paused to buy it. The Matthew text will definitively aid my future dealings with this precious grand-child. In the moment my silence was like Jesus, but unlike the healing that He delivered, I believe I failed in my follow-through. My empathy was there for both mother and child and I believe each would attest to my consistent love / support. But, where I commonly fall short on this sort of thing is my cop-out, that it's just "not my business", instead of venturing into the issue knowledgeably and constructively; then sharing it tactfully, just like how God does [that] to me. My hope now, is that my faith will propel me to deliver encouragement and my knowledge and hope regarding strong-willed kids to my daughter in our next conversation. I'll proceed, please pray; it's never too late to do the right thing.

      May God's grace & peace & perpetual light shine upon you!  Kevin for your Deacons....  

August 16th Sermon:  “Who Gets the Bread?”

Scripture:  Matthew 15:21-28

21 Leaving that place, Jesus withdrew to the region of Tyre and Sidon. 22 A Canaanite woman from that vicinity came to him, crying out, “Lord, Son of David, have mercy on me! My daughter is demon-possessed and suffering terribly.”

23 Jesus did not answer a word. So his disciples came to him and urged him, “Send her away, for she keeps crying out after us.”

24 He answered, “I was sent only to the lost sheep of Israel.”

25 The woman came and knelt before him. “Lord, help me!” she said.

26 He replied, “It is not right to take the children’s bread and toss it to the dogs.”

27 “Yes it is, Lord,” she said. “Even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their master’s table.”

28 Then Jesus said to her, “Woman, you have great faith! Your request is granted.” And her daughter was healed at that moment.

Sermon:  “Who Gets the Bread?”

Rather than preach a traditional sermon today, I am going to tell a story based on today’s Scripture Reading.  I decided to put myself in the place of Peter, the rough-around-the-edges disciple of Jesus who eventually became the primary leader of the early church.  I will be telling this story in the form of a monologue, imagining what Peter might have been thinking and feeling during the scene that is described in today’s reading when Jesus interacts with the Canaanite woman.  I tell this story in hope that we can all put ourselves imaginatively into this text and allow the Spirit of God to speak to our hearts, thoughts, and actions. 

Peter speaks:   

Do you know what it’s like to be tired?  And, by tired I don’t just mean physically weary.  I mean emotionally exhausted.  My friends and I--the other 11 disciples of Jesus--we had been working very long days—from sun-up to sun-down welcoming, organizing and taking care of all the people who had been flocking to see Jesus--and there were thousands of them!  Some days we didn’t even have time to take a break to eat.  Not that we minded the work.  It was always amazing to listen to Jesus and watch him pray over people and heal them--we felt so privileged to be able to help him in his ministry.  But listening to people’s needs day after day without any down time was tiring.  Plus, we had just received the devastating news that King Herod--that tyrant!-- had just put to death our friend John the Baptist.  Maybe you know the gruesome story--Herod had had John killed and actually placed his head on a platter as a present to a dancing girl!!  The horror of that news made us all sick with grief and angry beyond words. 

So when Jesus suggested that the twelve of us join him on retreat for a while--take a break to rest and grieve and pray-- we were all for it.  Leaving our boats on the shore of the Sea of Galilee, we traveled over land a-few-days’ journey and “withdrew to the region of Tyre and Sidon.”  I say “withdrew,” because Tyre and Sidon, as you may know, are Gentile cities on the Mediterranean Sea, more than 30 miles away from the Sea of Galilee, where Jesus’ ministry was based.  We were all looking forward to going there--to foreign cities where no one knew us or expected anything from us, where crowds would not follow us, and we could take a vacation for ourselves, grieve John’s loss and rest up after spending so much time and energy helping to meet the needs of others.

But our hopes for rest were cut short.  No sooner did we arrive in the area, than someone—a foreigner, a Canaanite woman-- recognizes Jesus.  And worse than that, just like everyone else, she wants something from him.   She runs up to him, crying out loudly, “Lord, Son of David, have mercy on me! My daughter is demon-possessed and suffering terribly.” 

I know it sounds bad, but when the woman appears, I find myself groaning inwardly.  Is there no place we disciples can go to get away from this endless sea of need?  Now, don’t get me wrong.  It’s not that I don’t care about the woman--or her daughter.  But is she really our responsibility?  She is not one of us; she is not from our country, not from Israel.  Can’t her own people take care of her?  Where’s the sick girl’s father, anyway?  Why isn’t he more involved in reducing her suffering?

All of these questions are going through my mind when Jesus stops to listen to this woman.  Now, based on my experience of Jesus up to this point, I expected him to drop everything and heal the woman’s daughter--we all did.  But, oddly enough, that’s not what he does.  Surprisingly, for once, Jesus does nothing!  “He does not answer a word.”  He just turns around and starts walking away.  At a fairly good clip.  I’m stunned, actually, for his reaction seems to be more than a little out of character.  In fact, I’m so stunned, I just stand there for a minute, watching him walk away.  And then I get over it.  “Okay,” I think to myself.  “Well, apparently, Jesus and I are on the same page.”  It feels a little odd because, to be honest, that never happens…But, if Jesus is not feeling responsible for this foreigner and her problems, hey, then I, Peter, am not going to give it another thought.    

The other disciples and I turn our collective backs on the woman and high tail it after Jesus, quickly putting distance between ourselves and the woman.  I feel pretty certain that the woman will get the hint and go back home and seek help elsewhere.

But she doesn’t.  She starts running after us.  And her cries get louder.  “Lord, Son of David, have mercy on me!”  With each cry, her voice sounds more desperate.  It’s hard to listen to--to my ears the woman’s voice sounds like the shrill yapping of a little dog.  Infuriating because it won’t stop-- and is impossible to ignore. 

It goes on for quite some time, and I start to get mad.  Why doesn’t Jesus command her to leave us alone?  After all, she is disturbing what was supposed to be our time of spiritual retreat!!  Could it be that Jesus has already started to tune out the world so he can focus more on God?  Maybe he’s already too caught up in prayer to notice her?  (He gets like that sometimes.) 

Or… Perhaps Jesus is waiting for me to take charge.  I don’t want to brag, but Jesus did change my name from Simon to Peter--which means “rock.”  He knows I am the solid leader he can count on.  Given that, I decide to be proactive and offer him a suggestion.  I jog up to the front of the group and call out to get Jesus’ attention, “Send her away, Lord, for she keeps crying out after us.”

I am pleased when Jesus seems to take my advice.  He stops, turns around and addresses the Canaanite woman. “I was sent only to the lost sheep of Israel,” he says to her.

“That’s right,” I think to myself, “You tell her Lord.  She is not one of us.  Helping her or her people is not what God sent you to do.” 

But, once again, the woman doesn’t listen.  In fact, she ups her game.  This time, she kneels in front of him.  Pleads with him.  “Lord, help me!” she says.  There are tears in her eyes.

Honestly, at this point, I’m a bit torn.  On the one hand, I do feel bad for the woman.  She is obviously desperate and will do anything to help her daughter.  You’ve got to commend her for that.  But on the other hand, I am getting more and more annoyed that she won’t take no for an answer.  Why won’t she listen?  God has sent Jesus to help his own people, not hers.  It’s not like Jesus has an endless supply of time or healing energy.  She needs to look elsewhere.  Period.  That’s just the way things are.  She needs to accept reality.

At first, it seems like Jesus agrees with me, because he replies, “It is not right to take the children’s bread and toss it to the dogs.” 

Woah.  Did I hear this right?  Did Jesus just call this foreign woman a dog?  While I’ve certainly heard the racial slur “Gentile dog” on the lips of my fellow fishermen on occasion, I never, ever, would have expected Jesus to use the term!  In fact, looking around at my fellow disciples, I see that a number of jaws have dropped and eyes have widened in surprise and shock.  We are all paying attention now.

I look closely at Jesus’ face, and I’m not sure I understand what I am seeing.  His eyebrows are raised, and his lips are slightly turned up in the corners, as if he is surpressing a smile.  I don’t know how to interpret this expression, so I look at the woman, and I notice a similar expression on her face.  In fact, she’s not even bothering to try to surpress her smile.  She is grinning outright.  I really don’t know what is going on.  One minute she is crying and pleading because Jesus refuses to help her--and then the next--it’s like everything has turned 180 degrees and the two of them are sharing some kind of private joke. 

I don’t get it.  Jesus has just told her that it is not right to take the children’s bread and toss it to the dogs, and now, she has the audacity to contradict him: “Yes, it is, Lord,” she says, “Even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their master’s table.” 

To which Jesus responds, “Woman, you have great faith! Your request is granted.” And her daughter was healed at that moment.

At first, I have no idea what all this means--but then it hits me like a ton of bricks.  From the moment he started his ministry, Jesus has always embraced everyone on the margins of society--tax collectors, prostitutes, lepers, sinners, Samaritans, fishermen--and this woman is no different.  He didn’t call her a dog because he believed that she was one.  Just the opposite.  With her unspoken permission, he used the term to catch the attention of the rest of us who were so distracted by our own needs and blinded by our own prejudices and that we couldn’t hear the need or even see the full humanity of the woman who was willing to risk everything to help allieviate her daughter’s suffering.

And what’s more, while my behavior was selfish at best-- the woman’s behavior was exemplary!  From the moment she speaks, she uses the language of prayer.  “Lord, Son of David, have mercy on me.”  She couldn’t be more reverent.  Despite being a foreigner, she chooses to use the language of the Hebrew Psalms to address Jesus, and her words make clear that--unlike so many of my friends and fellow countrymen--she understands him to be the Messiah.  Further, she falls down on her knees, in a posture of prayer and supplication and says, “Lord, help me.”  She knows who Jesus is:  the embodiment of God on earth.

And Jesus knows who she is:  a beloved child of God, as deserving of help as any of the children of Israel.  And the two of them engage in a dialog for our benefit--so they can drive that point home to the rest of us disciples, who should have known it from the start, but didn’t. 

And Jesus does so much more than just toss her crumbs.  In front of all of us, he commends her for her great faith and heals her daughter, which is confirmation that the woman is a full-fledged member of God’s family who deserves all of God’s richest blessings. 

I suddenly feel myself blush with shame.  Wasn’t it just last week Jesus had to literally reach out and save me from drowning when my faith wavered?  And his words to me were, “You of little faith…”  So much for me, Peter, being the solid rock on which Jesus could build his church…

“Lord Jesus, have mercy on me!” I pray, echoing the woman’s words.  Because isn’t that what we all need?  God’s mercy, God’s grace and forgiveness for the times when we are so focused on our own needs that we completely miss the humanity and the suffering of the people right in front of us, despite their calls for help…

Rev. Dr. Marlayna Schmidt

Franklin Federated Church

Franklin, MA

August 16, 2020

Note:  A version of this sermon was first written and preached by Marlayna on 8/14/11; then re-written, twice, and preached again on 8/20/17.  It was re-written again in story form for 8/16/20. 

August 16th Worship

 “Lord, Son of David, have mercy on me.  My daughter is … suffering terribly.”  (Matthew 15:22)


Information about this Sunday’s Livestream Worship

ORDER OF WORSHIP (30-40 minutes):
- Prelude
- Welcome
- Announcements
- Call to Worship
- Hymn #73 "There's a Wideness in God's Mercy"
- Scripture Reading: Matthew 15:21-28 Jesus shows mercy beyond the boundaries that society has set for him
- Sermon “Who Gets the Bread?"
- Hymn #687 "In Christ There Is No East or West"
- Benediction

PRAYER SERVICE (20-30 minutes)
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 LORD’S PRAYER
 POSTLUDE


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Hymns for Sunday, August 16th

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#73 There's a Wideness in God's Mercy
#687 In Christ There Is No East or West

A Fishing Boat from Galilee 

The 'Ancient Galilee Boat' housed in the Yigal Allon Museum in Kibbutz Ginosar

The 'Ancient Galilee Boat' housed in the Yigal Allon Museum in Kibbutz Ginosar

Most of Jesus' ministry occurred around the Sea of Galilee.  The BIble tells us that the first four disciples he called were two sets of brothers who were fishermen: Simon and Andrew, James, and John.  We are told they left their boats and nets to become "fishers of men." Many of the stories about Jesus are set on or by the Sea of Galilee, often featuring Jesus, his friends, and a boat. 

In 1986, a drought lowered the level of this fresh-water lake, exposing the remains of an old boat buried in the mud near the shore. Based on radiocarbon dating of the wood, the pottery pot and lamp and nails in the boat and known construction techniques of the time, archaeologists were able to date the boat as being in use between 50 BCE and 50 CE, the exact time Jesus would have walked on the shores and ridden in boats on the waters of the lake. 

The boat was 27 feet long, and 7.5 feet wide and had a shallow draft and flat bottom which allowed it to come close to the shore. It had places for four rowers and a mast for sailing. It was constructed mostly of cedar, but it has been repaired repeatedly with scraps and patches of whatever wood was handy. Altogether, twelve different woods were used to keep this small boat afloat.  

This artifact from the 1st Century helps us visualize the stories of Jesus on the water.  It also serves as a metaphor for the ways Jesus and his early followers brought together all sorts of people to establish and preserve a movement that has endured for almost 2000 years. 

By Lyn Pickhover, Follower of Jesus 

August 9th Sermon:  “Where Do We Find God?”

Scripture:  Psalm 146 (NRSV)

Praise for God’s Help

Praise the Lord!
Praise the Lord, O my soul!
I will praise the Lord as long as I live;
    I will sing praises to my God all my life long.

Do not put your trust in princes,
    in mortals, in whom there is no help.
When their breath departs, they return to the earth;
    on that very day their plans perish.

Happy are those whose help is the God of Jacob,
    whose hope is in the Lord their God,
who made heaven and earth,
    the sea, and all that is in them;
who keeps faith forever;
    who executes justice for the oppressed;
    who gives food to the hungry.

The Lord sets the prisoners free;
    the Lord opens the eyes of the blind.
The Lord lifts up those who are bowed down;
    the Lord loves the righteous.
The Lord watches over the strangers;
    he upholds the orphan and the widow,
    but the way of the wicked he brings to ruin.

10 The Lord will reign forever,
    your God, O Zion, for all generations.
Praise the Lord!

Sermon:  “Where Do We Find God?”

As many of you know, over the past several weeks I have been preaching a series of sermons inspired by Rabbi Harold Kushner’s 1989 book, “Who Needs God?”  In the final chapter, Rabbi Kushner shares a famous Hasidic story about a wise-man who came home from synagogue to find his little 9-year-old daughter in tears.  The wise-man asked her what was wrong, and she proceeded to tell him that she had been playing a game of hide-and-seek with her friends, but when it was her turn to hide, she hid so well, that after a while, her friends gave up looking for her.  When she finally emerged from her hiding place, she discovered that she was completely alone!  Her friends had left her behind, gone off and had started playing another game without her.   

As the wiseman comforted his daughter, who was understandably feeling abandoned and lonely, he wondered if God ever felt the way his daughter did when people abandoned God’s ways, gave up looking for God, and went off in other directions. (Kushner, p. 181-182) 

It’s a thought-provoking story, isn’t it?  And particularly thought-provoking in this Covid crisis because the primary place where most of us go to find God--our church building-- is not currently available to us.  And, what’s more, all of the necessary safety precautions for gathering in groups make it quite challenging to plan for even small numbers of people to start to gather again for worship, study, or prayer. 

While we may long for--and your church council is working hard to prepare for-- in-person gatherings again, I invite you to join me in some virtual theological reflection.  Could it be that this pandemic--despite being scary and devastating in so many ways, is also giving us religious people an opportunity to ask a question that we never would have asked otherwise because we thought we knew the answer?  And the question is: “Where do we find God?” 

Where do we find God?  If not primarily in the company of gathered believers in our church buildings, then where?  In our hearts, of course, but in virtual gatherings on the internet?  If we’d been asked this question (“where do we find God?”_ back in February, I doubt most of us would have included the internet in our answer.  I know I wouldn’t have.  But here we are.  And God is present with us--believers and seekers-- as we worship and pray and learn together.

But such gatherings of people of faith (virtual or face-to-face) are not the only place we find God.  Rabbi Kushner, quoting our scripture reading for today, Palm 146, says it this way: 

[We find God] Wherever justice is meted out to the powerless, wherever people share their bread with the hungry, extend freedom to the oppressed, [and] lend a hand to the afflicted, the lonely, and the stranger…  (Kushner, p. 203)

In other words, God is found out in the world standing next to people in the midst of their deepest need. 

Based on the wording used in this Psalm--and its reference to Isaiah 61, scholars date this Psalm to the period in Israel’s history just after they returned from exile in Babylon in the latter part of the sixth century BCE.  (Hans Weirsma, workingpreacher.com) So the references to the oppressed, the hungry, the prisoners, the blind, those who are bowed down, the strangers, the orphan, and the widow, wouldn’t just have been metaphorical or even historical references.  The person writing this psalm--and his or her community of faith--would have fit literally into all or most of these categories.  The person writing this psalm--and his/her faith community--would have known firsthand what it is like to be vulnerable and scared, incarcerated, detained, oppressed, and powerless and not know what the future holds, where their next meal was going to come from or even, perhaps, whether they were going to live or die.

It occurs to me that during this Covid pandemic--and the societal unrest we are experiencing in our country and all over the world, almost everyone is experiencing levels of vulnerability we have never felt before.  Like the exiles returning from Babylon, we--some of us for the first time--are getting a sense of what it is like to feel powerless against forces that are beyond our control, and it is scary. 

Even police forces in our country--not a category of people you generally think of when someone says the word “vulnerable”--are experiencing a level of disrespect that is unprecedented.  Paul and I have a neighbor who is an officer with the State Police, and he told us about being relocated for a while back in June to a city on the south shore where people screamed at him, spit at him, threw trash at him, and he was expected to remain professional and not react or escalate the situation.  And he did remain professional.  And calm.  But it was hard.  And the disrespect he received wasn’t right.  Police officers who are trying to do their job to protect and serve should not be treated that way.  No one should. 

And, yet, disrespect is rampant in our society.  And worse than disrespect.  Oppression.  Interestingly enough, one scholar I read this week said that the Hebrew Bible has 12 different words that are translated into English as “oppression.”  The Hebrew word used in today’s reading--  verse 7 of Psalm 146__is ashuqim and it refers to oppression that is “primarily financial.”  It is used elsewhere in the Bible in the context of “defrauding one’s neighbor” (Leviticus 6:2-4) and “withholding wages” (Deuteronomy 24:14.)  (Wil Gafney, workingpreacher.com.)  

Financial fraud and wage theft--unfair treatment and policies that keep poor people down--isn’t that part of what the protests in our cities are about?  It’s about that and other systems which function to unfairly keep black and brown people down even more than poor whites. 

Our Psalm today does not give us formulas for how to fix what is broken in the systems of our society.  But our Psalm does show us where we can find God--right there in the midst of all the suffering and oppression, disrespect and racism.  God is right there--reaching out to all who are vulnerable and hurting and--verse 8-- God is right there lifting up those who are bowed down. 

What this says to me is that I need to be out there too.  And by “out there”--I mean reaching out and building relationships--virtually and/or in socially-distanced ways with people who are bowed down  and suffering.  Even if I may be suffering some myself--I can put my suffering aside to be dealt with later in order listen to other people’s stories.  In order to hear their pain.  In order to humbly examine whether I had a part--intentionally or unintentionally--in causing some of their pain.  Or, even if I, as an individual, did not cause it, perhaps there is still something I could/can do to alleviate it--and change the systems that cause it.

Psalm 146 is an invitation for us all to find God where it may be--no, it will be--uncomfortable for us to look:  in the eyes and hearts of those who are bowed down.  May we take the risk to do so.  And may we discover--through the connections that we make, with people who  are like us and people who are different--that God will turn our pain into praise as God envelopes us all in love and compassion.  

Would you join me in a spirit of prayer as I read through a prayer by

Rev. Arianne Braithwaite Lehn entitled, “When I’m longing for peace, within and without,”

Beautiful Spirit of Peace,

I am longing for peace within

And peace around…

For peace in families,

Peace in neighborhoods,

Peace between nations,

Peace for mother earth,

Peace in the quiet depths

Of my own soul.

Peace for people ripped open

By painful divides on

Streets and in conversations…

Peace for friends facing

Suicide or prison…

Peace for loved ones living through

Divorce and death and hard anniversaries…

Peace for people leaving home

Because their job relocated

Or the money wasn’t there anymore…

Peace for those who uncovered a shocking

Revelation about someone they loved,

And they aren’t sure what to do or whom to trust.

Peace for all whose

Greatest fears actualized

Before their eyes,

And sighs and tears

Became a daily language.

Peace that holds all of

Us in wholeness

When we’re carrying

Grief or heartache,

Chaos or tumultuous questions.

When what’s most precious to us

Was swept away in one swift wave,

Or the world’s teeming with

So much noise and busyness [and chaos]

We can’t hear ourselves think.

I ask you, Spirit of peace and hope,

To blow a breath of balm upon the wounds,

And lead us toward bone-deep belief.

Even in this challenging landscape,

May your presence bring

Peace passing all understanding

As it strengthens bodies,

Renews minds,

And heals this land.

I thank you that peace is not a dream,

But a promise.

And you are the Giver of Peace.

Amen.

 August 9, 2020

Rev. Dr. Marlayna Schmidt

Franklin Federated Church

Franklin, MA

August 9th Worship


“Happy are those whose help is the God of Jacob,
…who executes justice for the oppressed…”

(Psalm 146:5-7)



Information about this Sunday’s Livestream Worship

ORDER OF WORSHIP (30-40 minutes):
- Prelude
- Welcome
- Announcements
- Call to Worship
- Hymn #16 Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing
- Scripture Reading: Psalm 146
- Sermon “Where Do We Find God?”
- Hymn #66 Immortal, Invisible, God Only Wise
- Benediction
- Video Celebrating FFC Graduates 

PRAYER SERVICE (20-30 minutes)
You are invited to type prayer requests into the comment section of the Livestream.  
 LORD’S PRAYER
 POSTLUDE
 You can access the Livestream the same way you have been doing:  on the church’s website and FaceBook page.  Note:  You will be able to see the words to hymns, call to worship and the Lord's Prayer on your screen during worship.  Or, you can access the words and music for Sunday's hymns below..

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Hymns for Sunday, August 9th

Click on the hymn to view and/or download the music.

#16 Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing
#66 Immortal, Invisible, God Only Wise

Psalm 23

Psalm 23 "The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. He leads me along paths of righteousness for His name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for You are with me. Your rod and staff comfort me. You set a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil and my cup overflows. Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever."

     On numerous occasions in my life, I come to the reality that what I'd like to say is said in a Psalm. I can't improve on it, nor feel I have any right to paraphrase it. I admit: I often enjoy reciting this one changing to plural pronouns, but believe I'm wise to dwell on what's already written and there's no real purpose in my elaborating [right now anyway]. Today, I'll do just that and defer to the psalmist David.

     I reside near Woods Hole - Falmouth, MA this week and awaited the sunrise as I typed the scripture above. As it peeked above the trees, overlooking a little cove that is home to 30-ish small vessels I was exactly at the "I walk through the valley of the shadow of death" part. It brought to mind an early Covid19 conversation / prayer with a fellow believer about fear, death, faith and why we believe; engendering such gratitude. So, I encourage you too, to process boldly in the face of today's challenges and people interactions, keeping in mind that your in God's presence. The beauty of creation is calling me to the still waters of the Atlantic, or maybe that's breakfast? Think about dwelling on the words above, because your choice has anointed you with His oil.

     May the goodness and mercy of Jesus follow you, Kevin T. & your Deacons..

August 2nd Sermon: "God is with us"

Psalm 23

The Divine Shepherd

A Psalm of David.

1 The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.
2     He makes me lie down in green pastures;
he leads me beside still waters;
3     he restores my soul.
He leads me in right paths
    for his name’s sake.

4 Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
    I fear no evil;
for you are with me;
    your rod and your staff—
    they comfort me.

5 You prepare a table before me
    in the presence of my enemies;
you anoint my head with oil;
    my cup overflows.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
    all the days of my life,
and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord
    forever.

Sermon:  “God is with us”

Psalm 23 is perhaps the best known passage of Scripture in the whole Bible.  Children are taught to memorize it in Sunday School.  We read it at the bedside of those who are very sick.  We recite it in our individual prayers when we are going through times of pain and suffering.  We read it at the funerals of those we love.  It is a strong and powerful reminder that God is at our side through thick and thin:  holding us in Steadfast Love, protecting us, guiding us, meeting all of our spiritual needs--in this life and on into eternity. 

But Psalm 23 is about more than just spiritual comfort.  I read some commentary on a website this week that challenged me--us-- to think of Psalm 23 in a different way.  Rev. Dr. David Lose, a seminary professor, writer, and pastor in Minneapolis, invites his congregation-- and the preachers who read his on-line commentary--to consider Psalm 23 as a psalm celebrating stewardship.  (Yes, you heard me correctly--stewardship.) (http://www.workingpreacher.org/craft.aspx?post=1498

Let me stop here and define what I mean by the term “stewardship.”  Most of us in mainline churches think of stewardship primarily in the context of our Fall Fund Drives, where we raise money for the church budget.  (Don’t worry; you can relax and continue to listen without trepidation--I’m not starting the Pledge Campaign early.)  Stewardship is MUCH more than raising money.   Stewardship is recognizing and giving thanks for what God has given us, and then using those gifts to bless others.

Psalm 23 begins by stating that “The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want.”  Several scholars suggest that a better translation of the Hebrew is:  “The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall lack nothing.”    (New Interpreter’s Bible Commentary, Vol. IV, p. 767)  And then the Psalm goes on to describe all of the ways God meets the needs of God’s flock.  And while everything said here has a spiritual dimension, scholars encourage us to notice that it has a material dimension too.  Psalm 23 is a statement about God’s priorities and how God treats God’s flock.

For instance:  Leading the sheep in green pastures is literally feeding them.  It’s not just giving them a nice place to rest, it’s giving them green grass with rich nutrients to nourish their bodies.  Leading them by the still waters is not just giving them a quiet place in which to pray or do yoga, it is first and foremost making sure they have enough actual water to drink, to hydrate their bodies.  Leading the sheep on right paths doesn’t just mean helping the sheep lead moral lives, it means the shepherd chooses paths for the sheep where they literally won’t get stuck in nettles or stumble over rocks and or be vulnerable to predators.  (NIB, Vol. IV, p. 767 - 771).

Understanding that God’s care in this Psalm includes the material dimension as well as the spiritual dimension--has important implications for how we live.  First, it invites us to notice all of the blessings--spiritual and material-- we have in our lives. Even in the midst of a pandemic and societal unrest, God is present with us providing for our needs.  Dr. Lose recommends a practice of counting our blessings.  Literally making a list. Write down, he suggests, 10 things that you have--right now--that you are thankful for.  He recommends this practice because he contends our consumer society generally teaches us to focus on the things we lack rather than spending time enjoying the things we already have.   By writing down what we understand to be our blessings--spiritual and material, we change the focus from wanting what we do not have to being grateful for what we DO have, what God has already blessed us with.  I invite you--and me--to find some time today to actually sit down and make such a list.  To spend some time in prayer noticing, naming and praising God for the blessings already in your life.  It is a good exercise--and sharing those lists could be a fun and fruitful activity to do over dinner or zoom calls with family and friends and church members.

So that’s the first part of the stewardship message of this psalm:  noticing and giving thanks for the ways God takes care of us--spiritually and materially.   The second part is equally important:  using the gifts God has given us to bless others.

This psalm--as you heard in the introduction that Alan read--is a psalm traditionally attributed to King David, who ruled ancient Israel approximately 1000 years before the birth of Christ.  So it is a psalm understood to be written by--and for-- a king.  This is an important detail because part of the psalm’s message is to remind rulers to use the gifts God has given them in ways that bless others.  In fact, “in the ancient world, kings were known as shepherds of their people.”  (NIB, p. 767).  This psalm reminds royalty that they are to be good shepherds, modeling their rule on God’s.  In other words, they are called first and foremost to take care of the material needs of their people, making sure that their “flock” lacks nothing, has everything they need in terms of basic necessities:  food, water, shelter, protection--so they can thrive.

So, this Psalm isn’t just a psalm about how individuals need to behave before God, it is a Psalm that instructs leaders of nations how to treat the people in their care--and it provides a model by which leaders can measure how well they are doing in providing this care.

Living, as we do, in a democracy, the Psalm applies to us as well, because we share in our leaders’ responsibility of taking care of our fellow members of the flock.  

How are we doing?   How do we go about even answering this question? 

One way is to listen to the voices of people in need.  One of the things the Covid 19 pandemic has done for us as a society is that it has shined the light on places where our society and our government needs to do better job of taking care of the basic necessities of people in need.  

A non-partisan group called the Poor People’s Campaign is building on the legacy of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. and is raising up the voices of people in need across our country--black and brown people, poor white people, native Americans, LGBTQ people, citizens--naturalized and native, recent immigrants--to speak to the ways our country could do better by people in need.

Some of the statistics that appear on their website about poor people in our country are staggering.  Let me share just a few with you:

Beginning in the 1970s, wages for the bottom 80 percent of workers have remained largely stagnant and today there are 64 million people working for less than $15 an hour.

At the same time, the costs of basic needs like housing, health care and education have risen dramatically. Over the past 30 years, rents have gone up faster than income in nearly every urban area of the country. In 2016, there was no state or county in the nation where someone earning the federal minimum wage could afford a 2-bedroom apartment at market rent.

12 percent of U.S. households face unaffordable water bills. Tens of thousands of households have had their water shut off due to non-payment, precipitating homelessness, child removal and a host of medical problems…[and] at least 4 million families with children are being exposed to high levels of lead from drinking water and other sources.

https://www.poorpeoplescampaign.org/about/our-demands/

To use the words of Psalm 23, these statistics point out that millions of hardworking sheep have no access to green pastures; millions of sheep are literally drinking poison water; millions of sheep, through no fault of their own, are on paths that lead into deep debt.  These statistics are staggering--and heart-breaking--and they could lead us to throw up our hands and say, “I’m just one person, I’m not a member of congress, what could I possibly do about this?”

The first answer, of course, for Christians is to pray.  Pray to God--to Christ--our Good Shepherd and lift up to God those who are in such deep need.  The second thing we can do is continue to listen to those who are crying out--to listen to what their needs are, ask what they want, ask how we can help.  And the third thing is to act on what we hear.

We can act by continuing to financially support non-profit organizations that help meet the needs of the poor and change the systems that perpetuate poverty.

We can act by contacting those who represent us in local, state, and federal government and telling them we want justice for the poor.

We can act by continuing to exercise our responsibility to vote for candidates who see themselves as King David saw himself--loyal to God’s priority of helping the poor and oppressed.

We can act by doing all of the above.  And that is good stewardship!

Let us pray:

Dear God, you are our Good Shepherd.  You have promised to be with us through thick and thin.  You are with us when we stroll through lush, green meadows, and you are with us when we stumble along treacherous paths. 

Oh God, help us to notice your presence with us always.  Help us to count our blessings and be grateful.  AND, God, help us to do the hard, courageous, and humbling work of listening to our brothers and sisters who are crying out in need--even if, sometimes, their voices may sound strident and accusatory to our ears.

 Bless our hearing of their needs, and bless our stewardship of your resources.  May we all act in ways that bring justice, health and healing to your world.  Amen.

Rev. Dr. Marlayna Schmidt

Franklin Federated Church

Franklin, MA  02038

August 2, 2020

August 2nd Worship

Information about this Sunday’s Livestream Worship

WE WILL BE CELEBRATING COMMUNION THIS SUNDAY.  PLEASE HAVE A GLASS OF JUICE AND PIECE OF BREAD WITH YOU WHEN YOU WORSHIP.

ORDER OF WORSHIP (30-40 minutes):

- Prelude

- Welcome

- Announcements

- Call to Worship

- Hymn #80 “My Shepherd, You Supply my Need"

- Scripture Reading: Psalm 23

- Sermon “God is with us”

- Communion of the Lord’s Supper

- Hymn #134  “Emmanuel, Emmanuel"

- Benediction

PRAYER SERVICE (20-30 minutes)

You are invited to type prayer requests into the chat function of the Livestream.  

 LORD’S PRAYER

 POSTLUDE

 You can access the Livestream the same way you have been doing:  on the church’s website and  FaceBook page.  Note:  You will be able to see the words to hymns, call to worship and the Lord's Prayer on your screen during worship.  Or, you can access the words and music for Sunday's hymns below.

If you don't have internet/access to a computer you can call and listen to the audio only!

The call information is: 

   +1 929 205 6099 US (New York)

   Meeting ID: 875 7770 7402

   Password: 682072

If you call in you will be automatically muted so that the sound doesn't affect the LiveStream. 

Hymns for Sunday, August 2nd

Click on the hymn to view and/or download the music..

#80 My Shepherd, You Supply My Need
#134 Emmanuel, Emmanuel

July 26th Sermon: “Can Modern People Pray?”

Psalm 73:21-27

21-24 When I was beleaguered and bitter,
    totally consumed by envy,
I was totally ignorant, a dumb ox
    in your very presence.
I’m still in your presence,
    but you’ve taken my hand.
You wisely and tenderly lead me,
    and then you bless me.

25-28 You’re all I want in heaven!
    You’re all I want on earth!
When my skin sags and my bones get brittle,
    God is rock-firm and faithful.
Look! Those who left you are falling apart!
    Deserters, they’ll never be heard from again.
But I’m in the very presence of God—
    oh, how refreshing it is!
 

Matthew 18:19-20

When two of you get together on anything at all on earth and make a prayer of it, my Father in heaven goes into action. And when two or three of you are together because of me, you can be sure that I’ll be there.”

As you may know, I’ve been doing a sermon series on Rabbi Harold Kushner’s Who Needs God, a book that had been sitting on my bookshelf for roughly 30 years, and if there is a small silver lining to the Covid crisis for me, I finally found time to read it. 

In his chapter entitled, “Can Modern People Pray?”, Rabbi Kushner tells an absurd but true story about a man who went to church and heard a sermon about how God rewards people for being charitable and generous.  This man took the sermon to heart, and, in response, wrote a large check to his church.  But the man had an ulterior motive--he wrote the check praying and expecting God to literally reward him with a windfall of cash for being so generous.   When that didn’t happen, the man turned around and sued the minister, for making false promises.  (The lawsuit was thrown out and the man was reprimanded by the judge for taking preaching too literally.) 

Rabbi Kushner’s point in telling this story is that it illustrates how people often--consciously or unconsciously--think about prayer.  We pray about something, we act in ways we think will please God, and then we expect God to give us exactly what we want--what we’ve asked for.  Kind of like the way we thought about Santa Claus when we were kids.  We’d write out the list of what we wanted, we’d mail it to Santa, we’d do our best to be good girls and boys, and then we’d expect Santa to give us exactly what was on our list.  And we were sorely disappointed if the presents we requested were not under the tree on Christmas morning!

Which brings us to Kushner’s definition of prayer:

Prayer is not a matter of coming to God with our wish list and pleading with [God] to give us what we ask for.  Prayer is first and foremost the experience of being in the presence of God.  Whether or not we have our requests granted, whether or not we get anything to take home as a result of the encounter, we are changed by having come into the presence of God.  A person who has spent an hour or two  in the presence of God   will be a different person for some time afterward. (p. 148)

“Prayer is first and foremost the experience of being in the presence of God”--and being changed by it.

Our first Scripture reading--Psalm 73--describes this experience.  In contemporary language, the Psalmist describes himself as having been “beleaguered and bitter, totally consumed by envy,” an “ignorant dumb ox” until God took him by the hand, led him with wisdom and tenderness and blessed him.

We know from earlier in the Psalm that the reason the writer was bitter was that he saw things going on in the world that made his heart sick.  He saw arrogant, rich people speaking and acting like bullies, threatening people with violence, and getting away with it.  And getting richer in the process.  While, at the same time, the psalmist himself did his best to be an upright, moral person, but was not rewarded for it.  Instead, he struggled and suffered “a long run of bad luck.”  (verse 14, the Message.) 

But then, the Psalmist walked into the Temple, and his whole perspective changed, turned 180 degrees, so that by the end of the Psalm, he was able to claim in verse 25, “[O God,] YOU are all I want in heaven!  You are all in want on earth!”  The Psalm doesn’t tell us exactly what happened in the Temple to change his perspective from bitterness to joy--did he hear a sermon?  A Scripture reading?  A prayer?  Did he have a mystical experience?  We’re not sure, but somehow, he encountered the presence of God, and his entire outlook was changed by it.

Anne Lamott, in her book, Help, Thanks, Wow:  The Three Essential Prayers shares some examples of what it is like to pray, to experience the presence of God in unexpected ways, and be changed by it, to be moved from hopelessness to joy.  She tells the story of trying to go for a walk with two of her best friends, Barbara and Suzie, whom she hadn’t seen for a while.  Her friend Barbara had ALS (lou gherig’s disease), and Anne, the writer, was filled with what she described as “anxious sorrow” when she saw how much the disease had advanced:  Barbara was now using a walker, feeding tubes, and a computerized speaking device called Kate that worked through her iPad.

But Barbara was still up for a walk, despite the challenges of ALS, so they drove to a scenic site above San Franciso, planning to walk along a trail that was supposed to have a beautiful view of the Pacific Ocean.  With her characteristic honesty and humor, Anne Lamott describes the disappointment of what happened next:  when they got out of the car, it was cold and windy and foggy--so foggy, and they couldn’t see a thing.  Feeling hopeless, Anne turned to prayer.  Bluntly she said to God, “This is all a mess…I love these two women so much, and I had had such high hopes for connection and joy today:  Help.” (Lamott, p. 55)

To make a long story short, they got back in the car and drove around for a while.  And then Anne began to notice the presence of God in the midst of the disappointments and great sorrow she was feeling.  The sun came out.  And they got a perfect parking spot with a view where they could sit and talk.  Anne writes:

We all got so happy.  We talked about real things for an hour:  life, death, families, feeding tubes, faith.  I asked Barbara, who does not eat food anymore, “What are you most grateful for these days?”  She typed on her iPad, and Kate’s mechanical voice spoke for her:  “The beauty of nature, the birds and flowers, the beauty of friends.”

This is called radical gratitude in the face of whatever life throws at you.

I was so glad and so grateful to be there with them that day--euphoric.  (p. Lamott, p. 56)

“Prayer is first and foremost the experience of being in the presence of God”--and being changed by it.

Yet prayer is also a discipline.  It is a choice we make--to open ourselves up each day to what God wants us to hear and see and notice--to remind us of “what we have and what we might so easily take for granted and forget to be grateful for.”    (Kushner, p. 154)

Yes, you may be thinking, but is that ALL that prayer is?  An experience of God, a change in our perspective.  What about asking God for specific things?  Should we stop doing that?

No.  The Scriptures direct us to bring our needs, our wants, our heart’s desires before the Lord--and to ask God to meet those needs.  In fact, Lord’s Prayer is clear about this.  Jesus instructs his followers to ask God for daily bread, for forgiveness, for freedom from temptation. For God’s will to be done.

And the good news is that God acts in response to our questions and requests.    Our reading for today from the Gospel of Matthew, Verse 19 puts it this way:  “When two of you get together on anything at all on earth and make a prayer of it, my Father in heaven goes into action.”

This doesn’t mean that God will be like Santa Claus, giving us exactly what we want.  As we’ve all experienced, sometimes God doesn’t answer our prayer requests the way we want God to at all, even when we ask for things that are in line with the values of Love and Justice, Healing and Reconciliation that Jesus preached.

And we may wonder why this is.  Rabbi Kushner implies that God doesn’t always answer our prayers the way we want God to--because there are some things God just can’t do.  For example, God has set up the world to run a certain way, and even God cannot intervene to change the rules and laws of nature that God had previously set up.  This is one possible explanation, and while I agree with what Rabbi Kushner says 95% of the time, this is one time I do not agree with him.  I believe that God, being God, is not limited in any way, even by the laws of nature.

I believe that sometimes God says “no” in answer to our specific prayers--not because there are limits to God’s power or God’s role--but for reasons that are beyond our comprehension.  I believe God can and does intervene in the world in response to our prayers, but when God intervenes, it is to enact God’s will, not ours.  God sees the Big Picture--the ultimate Purpose for God’s entire creation, which is to increase Love and Compassion in the world.  And for Love and Compassion to increase, sometimes what we get in response to our prayers is NOT the answer that we are looking for, not the immediate alleviation of suffering, but is rather the strength and resilience and the depth of connection with God and with one another that can only come through shared pain and sorrow.

The last verse of our scripture reading from Matthew reads, “ [Jesus says] when two or three of you are together because of me, you can be sure that I’ll be there.”

So prayer can begin by bringing our requests before God and asking for what we want.  But it doesn’t end there.  Paradoxically, we discover that what we want is only a step on the road to what we need more than anything else--God’s presence through thick and thin.  It is this presence that we experience and celebrate when we come together to worship in Christ’s name.  Let us relish that presence right now.  Let us be refreshed by it, and let it change our disappointments, pain or bitterness into joy. 

I invite you to pray with me:

Lord Jesus, you have promised to be with us when we gather together in your name, and we feel your presence here today.  We thank you for the Scriptures, for your Word that teaches and challenges us to grow beyond where we are now.  Lord, we lift up to you the pain and suffering we see in the world and in our own lives:  from Covid and its effects, from isolation to economic downturn to racism and our struggle to even talk about racism in ways that value and respect all of your children. 

Lord, go with us out into the world.  Help us to courageously wade into the pain and struggle, despite the discomfort that it may cause us.  Help us to find “refreshment” in your presence--and in the presence of our fellow seekers throughout the world. 

In your name--and for the sake of your will--we pray. and act. Amen.

Rev. Dr. Marlayna Schmidt
Franklin Federated Church
Franklin, MA
July 26, 2020

Psalm 73: 21-27 & Matthew 18: 19-20

Psalm 73: 21-27 & Matthew 18: 19-20   "I was totally ignorant, a dumb ox in your very presence. I'm still in your presence, but you've taken my hand." (Ps.73: 22 - MSG). "When two of you get together on anything at all on earth and make a prayer of it, my Father in heaven goes into action." (Mt. 18: 20 - MSG).

     I'm struggling a bit these hot days of late July with laziness and passivity. There......, I've said it! The concept came out of my head or brain, or is it my heart or conscience or will? down my arms, through my fingers to my pen and out onto my writing pad (or computer screen). Prayer: Lord God, I bring IT to you, I put my issues with laziness, perception of my passivity and guilt around procrastination into your capable, caring and loving hands because I'm not dealing well with them. I so want your will and guidance on decisions and issues that I believe need positive movement. In Jesus' name I ask this, amen.

     I made a conscious decision to try not to use the word "awesome" in everyday speech several years ago, but to reserve IT for things of God. My resolution stands me well, as I believe it has caused me to credit countless things and encounters as gifts from the Creator. Simple things like cold refreshment from the heat, or cooing baby pictures even only online while we're still distancing, or a mere phone call, or that innocuous chat that moved to a unplanned spiritual level. Did you take in this past Sunday's sunset over Milford, rather than the Mediterranean? I too was a dumb ox, not that long ago. I love the anecdote Rev. Marlayna used of Ann Lamont's going for a non-complicated walk with two friends. Things did not begin well in their case, complicated by the ALS of one confidante, but her inviting God into their outing uncomplicated all things physical. Author Ann was blessed far beyond any preconceived desire. In my meager existence, rarely do any circumstances change, that I pray about or for, but I do [change], what about you? 

      Is our limited or locked-down condition an opportunity to bring all, or at least more nooks of our lives to God, which we have no business trying to orchestrate anyway? He seems to be saying wait to my flood of 'what would Jesus do?' queries, for sure. Paul encourage us to "pray without ceasing" (1 Th. 5:17) and this week's text invites us to set the Father moving on our behalf, when just two of us gather in Christ's name. In our little marital dyad, one often quips: "may our conversation be prayer" at the start, mid-stream or close on the subject of the moment, thereby acknowledging who's in charge, yet each having expressed their view, desire or truth about that subject. Our dynamic mightn't be faultless, but it is terrific! It so frees me for receiving constructive criticism, allows me to pray critically for those I'm close to and objectively view community / world, because He has without a doubt taken my hand.

     Patiently praying to gather again as His body of believers, - Kevin & your Deacons

Psalm 32: 1 - 11.

Psalm 32: 1 - 11.  "The Lord says, I will instruct you and teach you the way you should go; I will counsel you with my eye upon you. Do not be like a horse or mule, without understanding, whose temper must be curbed with a bit and bridle, else it will not stay near you." (v. 8-9, NRSV)

     One of my few experiences with either horse or mule was as a 10 year old, with an unbridled colt. My Dad was baby-sitting a pair of a friend's colts for a weekend and this spunky male was tied to a tree next to our house with reins only, ergo, lacking saddle or the bridle & bit, God mentions above. My Sat.-afternoon-napping father was unaware of my taking this guy out for a spin, which ended badly. No sooner had I mounted the beast when it bolted across the street and down the sidewalk through the schoolyard, without regard for my arms around its neck, my short life flashing through my mind or my imploring it to slow down. Surely this was my sister's idea, and isn't our temper often the manifestation of insisting on our own way?

     Our Pastor Marlayna adeptly wove aspects of separation from God, like: guilt, confession, remorse, mercy, acceptance into a story of a woman trying to surprise her husband by reaping from investing a significant sum of cash. It too ended badly, until she got beyond her guilt by revealing her error and then getting into a dialog with the gracious spouse, whereby he enhanced their connectedness by looking at the mistake as a 'how-might-we' resolve the issue together opportunity. I find that the more willing I am to not succumb to the cultural adage that I need to be perfect and truly confess my short-comings to myself, God and another human, the lighter my burdens and greater my joy.

     One of my talents at age 10 was the ability to fall and not get hurt. So, the un-bridled creature bolted, my guilt arose as I planned my dismount from the racing stallion; confession could be delayed. Terror was reigning now, the bit-less reins were useless and I prayed for mercy raining on me, if I lived. I would optimize my chin-tuck-dive / shoulder-roll on my dominant right-side as soon as Seabiscuit reached the field.....  Bam, I did it (God did it for sure) with no brain injury nor bloodshed, just a healthy dose of shame. I slithered home with my tail between my legs. Dad didn't say much, he was a plumber, but a teacher in disguise and confident that a rebellion lesson had been gleaned by yours truly. He fetched my little pony from a familiar barn, curbing its temper with bridle / bit, and without fanfare or shaming. .... Now, doesn't Jesus commonly teach us in stories? I don't always make horse sense in the moment, but if I'm listening I can see forgiveness as a natural part of God's loving nature; especially when I do my part and bring Him my stuff.

 Blessings on your Acceptance journey! Kevin T. and your Deacons

July 26th Worship



“I’m in the very presence of God— oh, how refreshing it is!” Psalm 73:27

Information about this Sunday’s 

Livestream Worship


. ORDER OF WORSHIP (30-40 minutes):
- Prelude
- Welcome
- Announcements
- Call to Worship
- Hymn 280 God is here
- Scripture Reading: Psalm 73:21-27,  Matthew 18:19-20
- Sermon “Can Modern People Pray?"
- Hymn 431 Go, My Children
- Benediction

PRAYER SERVICE (20-30 minutes)
You are invited to type prayer requests into the chat function of the Livestream.  
 LORD’S PRAYER
 POSTLUDE
 You can access the Livestream the same way you have been doing:  on the church’s website and  FaceBook page.  Note:  You will be able to see the words to hymns, call to worship and the Lord's Prayer on your screen during worship.  Or, you can access the words and music for Sunday's hymns below.

If you don't have internet/access to a computer you can call and listen to the audio only!
The call information is: 
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   Meeting ID: 875 7770 7402
   Password: 682072

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Hymns for Sunday, July 26th

 

Click on the hymn to view and/or download the music.
#431 Go, My Children, with My Blessing
#280 God Is Here!

Was Jesus married?

The Book Group is reading The Book of Longings, a historical fiction novel about Ana, the wife of Jesus of Nazareth. This prompts the question: “Was Jesus married?” You may have read a book like Holy Blood, Holy Grail or The DaVinci Code which portrayed Mary Magdalene as Jesus’ wife, or you may even have listened to a tape of Bishop John Shelby Spong’s more Biblical analysis that concluded Jesus was married.

Sometimes what is not said is important. I was nineteen when I first decided Jesus had been married. This was more a romantic teenager’s gut reaction against the idea of illegitimacy than any real knowledge of Jesus’ time. My argument then was that nothing in the bible indicated he was not married. Little did I see this logic as my first glimmering of Biblical historical criticism which has since become a passion. The principle involved is simple: if Jesus had not been married, it is more likely than not that someone – a gospel writer, the Apostle Paul or one of his imitators, a noncanonical writer, or one of the Early Church Fathers – would have mentioned this important fact. The more I read, the more convinced I am that no one who knew Jesus or knew someone who knew Jesus ever recorded that he defied the strong custom that a good Jewish boy should be married by his late teens. Jesus’ early followers did not remark that he was a bachelor or that he modeled celibacy. So, without arguing a host of details, I maintain – with many others more learned than I – that Jesus was married. Who his wife might have been and what might have happened to her are questions for another day.

From Lyn Pickhover, Searcher

July 19th Sermon: "Accepting Forgiveness"

SCRIPTURE: 

Psalm 32, verses 1 -5

 Count yourself lucky, how happy you must be—
    you get a fresh start,
    your slate’s wiped clean.

2 Count yourself lucky—
    God holds nothing against you
    and you’re holding nothing back from him.

3 When I kept it all inside,
    my bones turned to powder,

            my words became daylong groans.

4 The pressure never let up;
    all the juices of my life dried up.

5 Then I let it all out;
    I said, “I’ll make a clean breast of my failures to God.”

Suddenly the pressure was gone—
    my guilt dissolved,
    my sin disappeared.

Psalm 103:10-13

God doesn’t treat us as our sins deserve,
    nor pay us back in full for our wrongs.


As high as heaven is over the earth,
    so strong is God’s love to those who fear him.
And as far as sunrise is from sunset,
    God has separated us from our sins.


As parents feel for their children,
    God feels for those who fear him.

Sermon:  “Accepting Forgiveness”

In his book Who Needs God, Harold Kushner has a chapter on Forgiveness.  In it, he invites us to imagine the scenario of a woman named Beth, who has taken a large sum of money, several thousand dollars, out of the joint bank account she shares with her husband, but she doesn’t tell her husband that she’s taken it.  She uses the money to invest in a stock that a friend had assured her was going to take off and make them a lot of money for them.  But, of course, it doesn’t.  Two weeks later, the stock was worth only half of what Beth paid for it, and now Beth needs to tell her husband what she’s done.  She had been planning to surprise and impress him with a wonderful gift of extra cash, and now she’s got to tell him that their savings has diminished.  It’s still a surprise, but not the kind you’d want to be presenting as a gift.  So Beth can’t bring herself to tell her husband what she’s done.  Kushner describes it like this:

 “The longer she waits to tell her husband what she did, the more afraid she is of his reaction, and the more ashamed she is of what she did and of not telling him.  She finds herself growing distant from her husband, avoiding conversations with him, even as she knows that this will only make things worse when the truth finally comes out.” (p. 124)

Beth is caught between a rock and a hard place, as it were.  If she keeps her guilt a secret, holds it inside, she suffers some degree of pain and discomfort caused by the unresolved guilt and shame, which leads to a rift in her marriage.  However, if she shares her guilt with her husband, she risks suffering pain and discomfort of a different kind--the potential judgement and wrath of her husband, which she worries might be even worse than the pain that comes from holding it all in.

We’ve all experienced this dilemma to one extent or another, haven’t we?  Not that we’ve all sinned in the same way Beth has, but we’ve all sinned in some way--and felt guilty and ashamed about it, and perhaps we kept that guilt and shame to ourselves longer than we wish we had, and suffered the consequences.

Psalm 32, verse 3 describes the experience of feeling guilty like this:

3 When I kept it all inside,
    my bones turned to powder,

          my words became daylong groans.

4 The pressure never let up;
    all the juices of my life dried up.

Clearly the psalmist understood what it was like to feel guilt and shame, to keep it inside far too long--and it is not a pleasant experience.  So why do we resist letting it go?  Why do we human beings have a hard time honestly confessing our sins and accepting forgiveness?

Rabbi Kushner has a theory.  “Somewhere along the way [he says], we have picked up the idea that in order to be deserving of love and admiration, we have to be perfect…We are all afraid to admit our weaknesses, for fear that other people will use them against us.”  (p. 122) 

But here’s the thing.  That fear is powerful because it’s based on our actual experience in the world.  Who hasn’t witnessed many examples of this actually happening:

  • spouses who hurt each other when they take the risk to admit vulnerabilities;
  • bosses who have fired workers for owning up to something they’ve done wrong;
  • patients who have “sued doctors for honestly admitting a mistake.”  (p. 122)

No wonder it’s hard to shed the burden of guilt--because when we admit our imperfections, in our society, quite often we get punished for it!

Reflecting on Kushner’s theory, it occurs to me that what he is really saying is that the burden of guilt is hard to shed because, in our society, perfection is valued above honesty.  And, it occurs to me that a consequence of this is a society full of people who are AFRAID to admit their mistakes--and, as in Beth’s case-- a society where people grow DISTANT from one another.  That distance can take different forms, depending on how people deal with their guilt and shame.  Whether they keep silent and HIDE their secrets  OR cast BLAME on someone else when the secret can’t be hidden  OR belligerently insist on their OWN righteousness regardless of the facts-- the effect is the same.  People are divided from one another, not engaging in honest reflection or conversation.

I think we can all agree that a society where people are afraid to admit mistakes and grow ever distant from one another is not something any of us want.  Right?  But the more important question is:  how do we remedy it?

Our Scripture for today gives us some clues.  It invites us to look first at how God deals with our sin, our guilt, mistakes.  Contrary to what may be our unconscious fear, God is not an ogre who relishes punishing people for their sins.  In fact, the primary word for sin in the Hebrew Bible is “pesha” which is an archery term meaning, “to miss the mark,” to miss the target. [New Interpreter’s Bible Commentary, Vol. IV, p. 805]  The wonderful thing about this definition is that sin is understood to be a behavior, not a character flaw.  This is wonderful because behaviors can be changed.  People can learn and grow and move past their failures, leave their unhealthy behavior behind and become agents of blessing and healing in the world.

In fact, this is exactly what God wants for us.  The primary word used in the Bible to describe God’s character is the Hebrew word, “hesed,” which is most often translated as “steadfast love.”  Psalm 103 gives us two images that help us understand what God’s steadfast love feels like.  Verse 11 describes it as “as high as heaven is above the earth”--in other words, God’s love is infinitely strong, beyond imagining.  Further, verse 12 compares God to a loving parent.  So, putting both verses together, the Psalmist implies that God deals with our sin, guilt, and mistakes in the same way that a loving parent would deal with them--being infinitely more interested in the child learning and growing-- than in punishing the child for their failures.

Psalm 32 backs this up by saying

Count yourself lucky, how happy you must be—
    you get a fresh start,
    your slate’s wiped clean.

2 Count yourself lucky—
    God holds nothing against you
    and you’re holding nothing back from him.

I was meditating on verse 2 when I was out walking the dog the other day.  That is, I was repeating it over and over in my head, praying to be open to God’s Spirit speaking through these words.  And one of the things I started to think about was the body language around the phrases in this verse that contain the word “hold.”  The first phrase is “God holds nothing against you.”  I thought about how someone might act out this phrase, pantomime it, and I thought to get the meaning across, one would first have to act out its opposite.  To hold something against someone else, I pictured holding both arms out in front of me, scowling slightly, maybe almost sneering, literally keeping someone at arms length, not letting them close.  BUT, holding NOTHING against someone would be just the opposite:  stretching arms out wide, smiling, inviting an embrace.  That’s what God does for us!  God drops whatever it is that we’ve done that could cause a rift between us and opens arms wide in an extravagant welcome.

The second phrase in this verse is “and you’re holding nothing back from him.”  Again, I thought to get the meaning across through pantomime, I might need to start with its opposite:  Holding something back from someone I pictured fists clenched and arms wrapped tightly around my body, shoulders hunched, head partially turned away and down, eyes mostly averted.  Clinging onto something--and not in a good way.  Protecting oneself out of fear and shame.  But the phrase used here is you’re holding  NOTHING back from God, which involves a beautiful release.  Shoulders going back, standing up straighter, fists unclenching, eyes looking up, arms unfurling until they are open to accept an embrace.

I know that right now we are in the midst of a pandemic, and embracing people beyond our immediately family or small group is not something we are doing right now.  And rightly so.  But how wonderful those first hugs will be when we finally can give and receive them safely!!  Something to look forward to!!

This body language is a metaphor of how God calls us to be in community:  holding nothing against one another, holding nothing back.  Or as the Apostle Paul phrases it in Ephesians 4, “speaking the truth in love,” so that we can mature in Christ.

One of the gifts that the church can give to the world is to model a community where we are not afraid to admit our mistakes to one another, where we see ourselves and each other as brothers and sisters in Christ, fellow human beings loved and forgiven by God.  And, when someone takes that scary step of admitting a mistake, then we can model how to accept that honest admission with grace instead of judgment, figuring out a way to move into the future together in ways that build each other up.   Living into the “fresh start” that the Scripture talks about. 

Let me give you an example of how that could work, from Kushner’s book.  Back to Beth, the woman I mentioned at the beginning of this sermon, who took money from the joint bank account she shared with her husband without telling him and gambled with it on the stock market and lost. And then compounded her sin and shame by continuing to keep what she did a secret.  Beth was afraid that her husband “might lose his temper, throw things, yell at her” say something like, ‘You’re a thief and a liar!  How can I ever trust you again?’”  But Kusher suggests:  what if Beth’s husband responds with grace, and says something like:

“You should have told me about it… I know you meant well, you wanted to surprise and impress me, but you really went about it the wrong way.  Let’s sit down and figure out what we can cut out of our budget to replace what we’ve lost.”

What I noticed most about that response was how the pronouns moved from “you” to “we.”  From, “you should have told me about it,” to “let us figure out what we” can do.

I dare say that is God’s response when we confess our sins.  The response of steadfast love.  The response that invites engagement and connection and offers to work with the person who has sinned so that together they--we-- can create a solution that helps everyone to grow and thrive.

Let me close with a prayer by Rev. Arianne Braithwaite Lehn entitled, When I need forgiveness and to forgive p. 34

Compassionate Creator,

You hold me with faithfulness each day,

And I’m asking for your

Forgiveness to flood my life.

 

I recognize in myself persistent struggles…

The same old failures…

The things I get too tired to confess again…

The things I’ve hidden for so long

I’ve convinced myself they’re

Not so wrong after all.

 

Thank you for your patience, God.

Pleae forgive and free me.

Heal my heart and liberate my mind.

Reveal to me, Lord, those I need to forgive.

From your reservoir of grace,

May new springs of healing and forgiveness

Flow into my relationship.

Carve in me a deeper kindness.

May the pain others caused--

Even pain they don’t know about--

Teach me a compassion

I would not have learned otherwise.

 

Loosen the hard, rigid bars

I’ve put around my heart,

And relax my expectations

With your humility and love.

 

Nurture a supportive space in me,

That I might give others a soft place

To land with sore hearts--

Just as you’ve done, God, for me.

 

I pray that all I speak,

All I do,

All I dream,

And all I confess today

Declare my love for you,

Need for you,

And commitment to follow

your way, Lord. 

Amen.

 

 

Rev. Dr. Marlayna Schmidt

Franklin Federated Church

Franklin, MA

July 19, 2020

 

 

 

 Count yourself lucky, how happy you must be—
    you get a fresh start,
    your slate’s wiped clean.

Count yourself lucky—
    God holds nothing against you
    and you’re holding nothing back from him.

When I kept it all inside,
    my bones turned to powder,

            my words became daylong groans.

The pressure never let up;
    all the juices of my life dried up.

Then I let it all out;
    I said, “I’ll make a clean breast of my failures to God.”

Suddenly the pressure was gone—
    my guilt dissolved,
    my sin disappeared.

 

Psalm 103:10-13

 

God doesn’t treat us as our sins deserve,
    nor pay us back in full for our wrongs.


As high as heaven is over the earth,
    so strong is God’s love to those who fear him.
And as far as sunrise is from sunset,
    God has separated us from our sins.


As parents feel for their children,
    God feels for those who fear him.

Sermon:  “Accepting Forgiveness”

 

In his book Who Needs God, Harold Kushner has a chapter on Forgiveness.  In it, he invites us to imagine the scenario of a woman named Beth, who has taken a large sum of money, several thousand dollars, out of the joint bank account she shares with her husband, but she doesn’t tell her husband that she’s taken it.  She uses the money to invest in a stock that a friend had assured her was going to take off and make them a lot of money for them.  But, of course, it doesn’t.  Two weeks later, the stock was worth only half of what Beth paid for it, and now Beth needs to tell her husband what she’s done.  She had been planning to surprise and impress him with a wonderful gift of extra cash, and now she’s got to tell him that their savings has diminished.  It’s still a surprise, but not the kind you’d want to be presenting as a gift.  So Beth can’t bring herself to tell her husband what she’s done.  Kushner describes it like this:

 “The longer she waits to tell her husband what she did, the more afraid she is of his reaction, and the more ashamed she is of what she did and of not telling him.  She finds herself growing distant from her husband, avoiding conversations with him, even as she knows that this will only make things worse when the truth finally comes out.” (p. 124)

 

Beth is caught between a rock and a hard place, as it were.  If she keeps her guilt a secret, holds it inside, she suffers some degree of pain and discomfort caused by the unresolved guilt and shame, which leads to a rift in her marriage.  However, if she shares her guilt with her husband, she risks suffering pain and discomfort of a different kind--the potential judgement and wrath of her husband, which she worries might be even worse than the pain that comes from holding it all in. 

 

We’ve all experienced this dilemma to one extent or another, haven’t we?  Not that we’ve all sinned in the same way Beth has, but we’ve all sinned in some way--and felt guilty and ashamed about it, and perhaps we kept that guilt and shame to ourselves longer than we wish we had, and suffered the consequences.

 

Psalm 32, verse 3 describes the experience of feeling guilty like this:

When I kept it all inside,
    my bones turned to powder,

          my words became daylong groans.

The pressure never let up;
    all the juices of my life dried up.

 

Clearly the psalmist understood what it was like to feel guilt and shame, to keep it inside far too long--and it is not a pleasant experience.  So why do we resist letting it go?  Why do we human beings have a hard time honestly confessing our sins and accepting forgiveness? 

 

Rabbi Kushner has a theory.  “Somewhere along the way [he says], we have picked up the idea that in order to be deserving of love and admiration, we have to be perfect…We are all afraid to admit our weaknesses, for fear that other people will use them against us.”  (p. 122) 

But here’s the thing.  That fear is powerful because it’s based on our actual experience in the world.  Who hasn’t witnessed many examples of this actually happening:

·        spouses who hurt each other when they take the risk to admit vulnerabilities;

·        bosses who have fired workers for owning up to something they’ve done wrong;

·        patients who have “sued doctors for honestly admitting a mistake.”  (p. 122)

No wonder it’s hard to shed the burden of guilt--because when we admit our imperfections, in our society, quite often we get punished for it! 

 

Reflecting on Kushner’s theory, it occurs to me that what he is really saying is that the burden of guilt is hard to shed because, in our society, perfection is valued above honesty.  And, it occurs to me that a consequence of this is a society full of people who are AFRAID to admit their mistakes--and, as in Beth’s case-- a society where people grow DISTANT from one another.  That distance can take different forms, depending on how people deal with their guilt and shame.  Whether they keep silent and HIDE their secrets    OR cast BLAME on someone else when the secret can’t be hidden    OR belligerently insist on their OWN righteousness regardless of the facts-- the effect is the same.  People are divided from one another, not engaging in honest reflection or conversation. 

 

I think we can all agree that a society where people are afraid to admit mistakes and grow ever distant from one another is not something any of us want.  Right?  But the more important question is:  how do we remedy it?

 

Our Scripture for today gives us some clues.  It invites us to look first at how God deals with our sin, our guilt, mistakes.  Contrary to what may be our unconscious fear, God is not an ogre who relishes punishing people for their sins.  In fact, the primary word for sin in the Hebrew Bible is “pesha” which is an archery term meaning, “to miss the mark,” to miss the target. [New Interpreter’s Bible Commentary, Vol. IV, p. 805]  The wonderful thing about this definition is that sin is understood to be a behavior, not a character flaw.  This is wonderful because behaviors can be changed.  People can learn and grow and move past their failures, leave their unhealthy behavior behind and become agents of blessing and healing in the world.

 

In fact, this is exactly what God wants for us.  The primary word used in the Bible to describe God’s character is the Hebrew word, “hesed,” which is most often translated as “steadfast love.”  Psalm 103 gives us two images that help us understand what God’s steadfast love feels like.  Verse 11 describes it as “as high as heaven is above the earth”--in other words, God’s love is infinitely strong, beyond imagining.  Further, verse 12 compares God to a loving parent.  So, putting both verses together, the Psalmist implies that God deals with our sin, guilt, and mistakes in the same way that a loving parent would deal with them--being infinitely more interested in the child learning and growing-- than in punishing the child for their failures.

 

Psalm 32 backs this up by saying

Count yourself lucky, how happy you must be—
    you get a fresh start,
    your slate’s wiped clean.

Count yourself lucky—
    God holds nothing against you
    and you’re holding nothing back from him.

 

I was meditating on verse 2 when I was out walking the dog the other day.  That is, I was repeating it over and over in my head, praying to be open to God’s Spirit speaking through these words.  And one of the things I started to think about was the body language around the phrases in this verse that contain the word “hold.”  The first phrase is “God holds nothing against you.”  I thought about how someone might act out this phrase, pantomime it, and I thought to get the meaning across, one would first have to act out its opposite.  To hold something against someone else, I pictured holding both arms out in front of me, scowling slightly, maybe almost sneering, literally keeping someone at arms length, not letting them close.  BUT, holding NOTHING against someone would be just the opposite:  stretching arms out wide, smiling, inviting an embrace.  That’s what God does for us!  God drops whatever it is that we’ve done that could cause a rift between us and opens arms wide in an extravagant welcome.

 

The second phrase in this verse is “and you’re holding nothing back from him.”  Again, I thought to get the meaning across through pantomime, I might need to start with its opposite:  Holding something back from someone I pictured fists clenched and arms wrapped tightly around my body, shoulders hunched, head partially turned away and down, eyes mostly averted.  Clinging onto something--and not in a good way.  Protecting oneself out of fear and shame.  But the phrase used here is you’re holding  NOTHING back from God, which involves a beautiful release.  Shoulders going back, standing up straighter, fists unclenching, eyes looking up, arms unfurling until they are open to accept an embrace. 

 

I know that right now we are in the midst of a pandemic, and embracing people beyond our immediately family or small group is not something we are doing right now.  And rightly so.  But how wonderful those first hugs will be when we finally can give and receive them safely!!  Something to look forward to!!

 

This body language is a metaphor of how God calls us to be in community:  holding nothing against one another, holding nothing back.  Or as the Apostle Paul phrases it in Ephesians 4, “speaking the truth in love,” so that we can mature in Christ.

 

One of the gifts that the church can give to the world is to model a community where we are not afraid to admit our mistakes to one another, where we see ourselves and each other as brothers and sisters in Christ, fellow human beings loved and forgiven by God.  And, when someone takes that scary step of admitting a mistake, then we can model how to accept that honest admission with grace instead of judgment, figuring out a way to move into the future together in ways that build each other up.   Living into the “fresh start” that the Scripture talks about.  

 

Let me give you an example of how that could work, from Kushner’s book.  Back to Beth, the woman I mentioned at the beginning of this sermon, who took money from the joint bank account she shared with her husband without telling him and gambled with it on the stock market and lost. And then compounded her sin and shame by continuing to keep what she did a secret.  Beth was afraid that her husband “might lose his temper, throw things, yell at her” say something like, ‘You’re a thief and a liar!  How can I ever trust you again?’”  But Kusher suggests:  what if Beth’s husband responds with grace, and says something like:

 

“You should have told me about it… I know you meant well, you wanted to surprise and impress me, but you really went about it the wrong way.  Let’s sit down and figure out what we can cut out of our budget to replace what we’ve lost.” 

 

What I noticed most about that response was how the pronouns moved from “you” to “we.”  From, “you should have told me about it,” to “let us figure out what we” can do. 

 

I dare say that is God’s response when we confess our sins.  The response of steadfast love.  The response that invites engagement and connection and offers to work with the person who has sinned so that together they--we-- can create a solution that helps everyone to grow and thrive.

 

Let me close with a prayer by Rev. Arianne Braithwaite Lehn entitled, When I need forgiveness and to forgive p. 34

Compassionate Creator,

You hold me with faithfulness each day,

And i’m asking for your

Forgiveness to flood my life.

 

I recognize in myself persistent struggles…

The same old failures…

The things I get too tired to confess again…

The things I’ve hidden for so long

I’ve convinced myself they’re

Not so wrong after all.

 

Thank you for your patience, God.

Pleae forgive and free me.

Heal my heart and liberate my mind.

Reveal to me, Lord, those I need to forgive.

From your reservoir of grace,

May new springs of healing and forgiveness

Flow into my relationship.

Carve in me a deeper kindness.

May the pain others caused--

Even pain they don’t know about--

Teach me a compassion

I would not have learned otherwise.

 

Loosen the hard, rigid bars

I’ve put around my heart,

And relax my expectations

With your humility and love.

 

Nurture a supportive space in me,

That I might give others a soft place

To land with sore hearts--

Just as you’ve done, God, for me.

 

I pray that all I speak,

All I do,

All I dream,

And all I confess today

Declare my love for you,

Need for you,

And commitment to follow

your way, Lord. 

Amen.

 

 

Rev. Dr. Marlayna Schmidt

Franklin Federated Church

Franklin, MA

July 19, 2020

 

 

July 19th Worship

LIVESTREAM WORSHIP


ORDER OF WORSHIP (30-40 minutes):
- Prelude
- Welcome
- Announcements
- Call to Worship
- Hymn 339 Just as I am
- Scripture Reading: Psalm 51:1-3, 10-12, 15-17; Psalm 103:10-13
- Sermon "Accepting Forgiveness"
- Hymn 323 Wonderful words of life
- Benediction

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 LORD’S PRAYER
 POSTLUDE
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Hymns for Sunday, July 19th

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Hymn 339 Just as I Am, Without One Plea
Hymn 323 Wonderful Words of Life

Genesis 21:14-20

Genesis 21:14-20 "Then God opened Hagar's eyes, and she saw a well full of water. She quickly filled her water container and gave the boy a drink." (v. 19, NLT - LASB)

     Human rejection is often an extremely difficult thing to face or endure, whether justified or not. Now, conjure up in your mind an instance where you were the subject of someone else's shunning. The methods of dismissing or renouncing by we humans are numerous, so it may have been verbally, physically, mentally or some other means for you. For me an example readily comes to the fore, and much like Hagar in the Bible text used this week: my tendency is to flee, or at least minimally escape emotionally. I'm earnestly trying not to mix the roles of the "reject - or" vs. the "reject - ee" for this discussion, so please bear with me as I see them as both sides of the same coin. Genesis has at least two incidences of Hagar leaving, subsequent to being snubbed, so she was the rejectee due to others' choices. Her habit of avoidance didn't serve her well, even though in the end God had her back. I can map this to the 'Denial' stage of one's grief, whereby it's necessary, but the goal of 'Acceptance' is the healthier stage sought after. Our God, has shown me to bring Him the explicit details of my often tainted thinking.

     I tell the story of a discarded husband, i.e., the 'rejectee' whose eyes were opened by God's offering a well of water in the form of Jesus' hope/mercy/love on the life of our, the 'rejector' & my children. In time, I came to own my passive aggressive likelihood in that former marital dyad, as its negative impact only manifests poorly. As with Hagar, despite running, her son Ishmael became the head of the Arab nation; God had a plan; and although my choices may have altered it temporarily, He opened my eyes! I'm grateful that I didn't get what I likely deserved. He's got a scheme for you and this Church too. Let's help Him open our collective eyes and bring life-giving H20 to our thirsting neighbors.....  His peace to you, Kevin T. & your Deacons