Unity in the midst of division

June 2, 2019 (The Seventh Sunday of Easter)

Indian Hill Church

Cincinnati, OH

Acts 16:16-34

Psalm 97

John 17:20-26

Reverend Dr. Stephen Caine

17:20 “I ask not only on behalf of these, but also on behalf of those who will believe in me through their word, 21 that they may all be one. As you, Father, are in me and I am in you, may they also be in us, so that the world may believe that you have sent me. 22 The glory that you have given me I have given them, so that they may be one, as we are one, 23 I in them and you in me, that they may become completely one, so that the world may know that you have sent me and have loved them even as you have loved me. 24 Father, I desire that those also, whom you have given me, may be with me where I am, to see my glory, which you have given me because you loved me before the foundation of the world. 25 “Righteous Father, the world does not know you, but I know you; and these know that you have sent me. 26 I made your name known to them, and I will make it known, so that the love with which you have loved me may be in them, and I in them.” (John 17:20-26, NRSV)

Let us pray: God of boundless grace, you call us to drink freely of the well of life and to share your love. May the glory of your love, made known in the victory of Jesus Christ, our Savior, transform our lives and the world he lived and died to save. We ask this in his name and for his sake. Amen.

I believe one of the hardest concepts to achieve or feel will ever come to reality, is unity.  We live in a world that has so many different opinions and cultures and ever-changing points of view, that it is impossible to think that we would ever achieve or experience unity.

We are bombarded every day with countless examples of just how fractured our world, our nation, our city, the church and even our families truly are.  Red States, Blues States, Traditionalists, Progressives, Skyline, Gold Star, UC, Xavier and the list is never ending.  Division and opinions are not bad in and of themselves but considering Jesus prayer for unity that we read today it seems a long way from ever becoming reality.

Which begs the question, is unity – in our world, in our nation, in our community, in the church – a realistic goal anymore?   Let me begin by stating that unity in the sense that Jesus is praying for is not that everyone believes exactly the same thing or in the same way; living in lock step with one another.  Instead, Jesus is praying for oneness and unity as say a well working team or a healthy functioning body. Where all the parts work together for a common goal.  So, to reframe my question in a more positive way, how are we the church, the body of Christ, called to show unity to a world that is full of fractures and brokenness?

In our passage from John today, Jesus is keenly aware of how important unity is, both for his disciples’ faith at that time, as well as for the future faith of the church.

In this passage Jesus is praying for his disciples and he is also praying for each of us.  It is called the High Priestly Prayer.  Again, we are hopscotching our way through John’s Gospel and we are back in the Upper Room on what we know as Maundy Thursday and we overhear Jesus praying.  It is a prayer that looks to the future. Jesus was praying not only for the people seated around him at table that evening but also for his future followers, which thanks be to God, includes us.  And it is a prayer that focuses on unity, on all being one.

It seems to be an unanswered prayer.

Nearly 15 years ago a journalist, named Bill Bishop coined the term “the big sort.” He in collaboration with sociologist and statistician Robert Cushing co-authored a book of the same title, The Big Sort.[1]  It is the story of how America has become to be a country of cultural division, economic separation, and political polarization.  Bishop and Cushing used demographic data (2004), to show how Americans have been sorting ourselves into homogeneous communities— not only by region or by state, but by city and even neighborhood. Over the past three decades, we have been going far beyond the simplistic red state/blue state divide, we have sorted ourselves geographically, economically, politically and religiously into like-minded communities.

We (Americans) have been choosing the neighborhood, the church and the channel we get our news that are compatible with our lifestyle and our beliefs. Bishop and Cushing concluded that the result of this sorting is a country that has become so polarized, so ideologically inbred that people don’t know and can’t understand those who live a few miles away.   And I add are not interested in learning more about our neighbors with other world views.

Our country — our culture, economy, neighborhoods, and churches— have been influenced by this social sorting that we have knowingly been part of for over the past thirty years. For example:

  • People with college degrees were relatively evenly spread across the nation’s cities in 1970. Fifty years later, college graduates had congregated cities, a phenomenon that decimated the economies in some places and caused other regions to flourish.
  • The generation of ministers who built sprawling mega-churches in the new suburbs learned to attract their stadium-sized congregations through the “homogenous unit principle,” (“a section of society in which all members have some characteristic in common.” Whether or not members of the group can readily articulate it, the common characteristic makes them feel at home with each other and aware of their identity as “we” in distinction to ‘they’).[2] The new churches were designed for cookie-cutter parishioners, what one church-growth proponent described as “people like us.”
  • Businesses learned to target their marketing to like-minded “image tribes,”[3] a technique that has been perfected by social media and used by political parties in their campaigns.

The authors went through dozens of calculations and discovered that following World War II, some communities around the Untied States were busy converging but all that began to change in the early 1970’s.  This cultural shift could have been fueled by the turbulent 1960’s, the Viet-Nam War, Watergate, Race and Gender battles or any number of culture changing movements.  The country began to sort and that caused certain places to boom and others to bust economically, socially and culturally.  The places where educated people moved were getting richer and others poorer.  The places where young people were moving were producing more patents and other areas were dying off.

The authors state that people — especially Americans — abhor disagreement.  That’s why we choose to participate in churches, live in neighborhoods, and join clubs where we can easily find agreement, people like us.  It’s interesting, however, that when pollsters ask about compromise, most Democrats and Republicans believe their side has given enough and now it is time for the other side to see the error of their ways and change.  We all seem to think it’s the other side that’s causing the problems.  So, yes, there’s a lot of talk about the end of partisanship. We just don’t see anybody changing neighborhoods.

Living in politically like-minded groups has had its consequences. People living in homogenous communities grow both more extreme and more certain in their beliefs.  Local governments are becoming more and more extreme.  While, nationally, we see nothing but gridlock because Congress has lost most of its moderate members and compromise has been replaced with conflict.  Division rules the day.  Which begs the question, is there any hope for Jesus prayer in John 17:21 to be fulfilled?

John 17:21, that they may all be one is a familiar verse for us at the Indian Hill Episcopal Presbyterian Church, as we are one of the few dual denominational churches in the country.  We have been together for over 70 years now; we have demonstrated that there can be unity even in the midst of our denominational differences.  We can demonstrate a diversity of the strength of vision points beyond mere differences.

It was the hope of the founders of our church to create a place of worship in this affluent community where people would be challenged not to become conformists, but instead to be exposed to multiple perspectives. We honor our Episcopal and Presbyterian heritages in our different worship services, but we all come together to celebrate as children of God.  We also strive to contribute our time and our talents to reach out to the community at large.  We are challenged to “comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable.”  We hope that we have an environment to explore social issues and provide opportunities to respond by encouraging each other participate in making the world a better place.

We affirm that there is more than one way to worship God and to love our neighbors.  It is a prayer for community.  Jesus prays that, “all may be one.”  To be a follower of Jesus is to be a part of a greater whole.  According to Jesus there are to be no solitary Christians or spiritual “Lone Rangers.”

Within that community the prayer is for unity: “that all may be one.” Does that mean we all have to get along all the time?  Does that mean we all have to agree all the time?  We are one in Christ whether we agree with each other or not.  We are one in Christ whether we like one another or not.  To become a part of Christ is to become a part of the community; a part of the one.

Jesus’ prayer reminds us that our unity, our “oneness” is to be a sign to the world of God’s love for us in Jesus Christ.  Oneness and unity are about love not homogeny.  And if you have been a part of a family, a member of a church, or a community, you know that within that love there can be disagreements and squabbling.  We are human.  But the mystery of faith is that God wanted to be in relationship with us so much that God became one of us.  And in that moment, we were drawn into oneness with God, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.  It is with God’s help that we can live into that oneness and show it to our fractured and sorted world. May it be so, in your life and in mine.

Let us pray:


[1] (Houghton Mifflin, May 7, 2008)

[2] https://www.lausanne.org/content/lop/lop-1

[3] http://www.upenn.edu/gazette/0597/turow.html

No judgment, just love

May 19, 2019 (The Fifth Sunday of Easter)

Indian Hill Church

Cincinnati, OH

Acts 11:1-18

Psalm 148

John 13:31-35

Reverend Dr. Stephen Caine

13:31 “When he had gone out, Jesus said, “Now the Son of Man has been glorified, and God has been glorified in him. 32 If God has been glorified in him, God will also glorify him in himself and will glorify him at once. 33 Little children, I am with you only a little longer. You will look for me; and as I said to the Jews so now I say to you, ‘Where I am going, you cannot come.’ 34 I give you a new commandment, that you love one another. Just as I have loved you, you also should love one another. 35 By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.” (John 13:31-35, NRSV)

Let us pray: Dear God, you are the Alpha and Omega, First and Last, your glory outshines all the lights of heaven: we pray that you will pour out your Spirit of love and compassion upon us, so that we may rejoice in the splendor of your works while we wait in expectation for the new heaven and the new earth you promise when Christ shall come again. Amen.

It was a surreal Tuesday afternoon that spilled over into Wednesday morning.  The Indian Hill Rangers and other police departments set up a command center in our parking lot.  They were searching Red Bird Hollow for a missing young man. Unfortunately, it had a very tragic outcome.  They found his dead body on Wednesday around noon. George was very helpful in his role as a Police Chaplain in supporting the family and the search crews.  This tragic situation is another stark reminder of the seriousness of depression and despair. It is every parent’s nightmare, is my child that hopeless that they see no way out, no way forward, no hope that they would take their own life.  Despair, fear, grief, loss, anxiety all leads to the bottomless pit of darkness and depression. I couldn’t help but think of these men and women searching for this young man as shepherds looking for the lost sheep or motivated by love for one another…

Henri Nouwen, in his wonderful book Our Greatest Gift, writes:

We are fearful people. We are afraid of conflict, of war, of an uncertain future, of what the stock market might do today or tomorrow, of illness, and most of all death. And fear takes away our freedom. When we can reach beyond our fears to the one who loves us with a love that was there before we were born and will be after we die, oppression and illness, even death will not be able to take away our freedom once we have come to that deep inner knowledge— a knowledge more of heart than of mind— that we were born out of love and that we will die into love; that every part of our being is deeply rooted in love; and illness, evil, even death will lose its power over us. Jesus said, “I will not leave you alone. I will not abandon you. You are mine forever!”

This is the promise Jesus gives his disciples in our Gospel reading for today. We have been hopscotching our way through John’s Gospel this Easter season, so here is some context.  The Gospel passage for today is a section of John’s farewell discourse, where he, Jesus is preparing his disciples for his departure. In the passage he calls them “little children.”  The questions are what you would expect from a little child who has been told that a parent is going away: ”Where are you going?” “How long will you be away?” “Who is staying with me? Can I go with you?”

In response, Jesus gives a promise. His promise is clear and unequivocal: “I am not going to abandon you. I will not leave you orphaned.  The love made known to us in Jesus Christ will not abandon us.

His promise is not empty because he also issues a challenge to his disciples. They are gathered in the Upper Room for what we call the Last Supper:  “Having loved his own who were in the world, he loved them to the end.” Jesus has already washed his disciples, and then Judas leaves the twelve to carry out his plot to betray Jesus, and the rest of the disciples are in a state of confusion.  At just this moment of drama and tension, Jesus’ offers this challenge, “I give you a new commandment, that you love one another.  Just as I have loved you, you also should love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.”

Which seems so simple, but it is really not, is it?   Jesus is not talking about romantic love, and he is demanding more than simply being nice.  He is not saying love those who love you back. Think about it: when Jesus washed his disciples’ feet, Judas was there.  Jesus washed his feet! See, it is hard. Love is hard because it is self-sacrificing. It means putting the good of the other first, even when it hurts.  

Jesus could have said to his disciples as he was preparing to leave, “Go out and die with me.” Or, “keep the faith.” Or, “when I am gone go out and teach and preach to all the world.” Or “Keep the ministry going and maintain it for me.”  But No, instead he offered this simple and challenging word, “love another.”

What is it about love? The love he is pointing to is the love that defines God and Jesus but also of the church.  As the old camp song says, “they will know we are Christians by our love,” not by our sermons or our sacraments or our festivals or our buildings or our crucifixes or our family values … but by our love.   That is, it! Our love!

First Jesus assures us that he will be with us.  There is a wonderful passage in the Old Testament book of Isaiah where the prophet says that God will stay with us through difficulties as well as through joyful times, and then there is this poignant line where he says, “Even if others desert you, I will never leave you.” And that is so crucial for our lives.  That is so crucial for the fabric to that holds us together.

Do you remember when you were scared at night? You may have heard strange noises or had a bad dream and your mother or father came in to hold you and to assure you that they were there, and everything was going to be all right. It is that kind of comfort and assurance that are contained in this promise of love.

Have you ever noticed how over and over at crucial points in the Bible, God says, “Do not be afraid. Let not your hearts be troubled.”

A consistent theme, during this Easter Season is important for us to remember that the Risen Christ is with us.  In a moment we will celebrate his presence at this table. And what he says to us is not only that you will never be abandoned, but also that you do not have to be afraid “for I have claimed you. You are mine forever.”

“A new commandment I give you that you love one another.”  In other words, what enables us to live together in families, to deal with our differences in community, to work together in the body of Christ which is the Church; what transforms our relationships is the power of God’s love.  It is more powerful than any of the barriers that we put up. It can bring a family together and enable a family to deal with trials and tribulations. It can make a community, even a divided community learn to live together and work together.

“A new commandment I give you that you love one another.”  In other words, the God who created us and claimed us is not through with us yet.  He is continuing to work among us to build a community in our families and in this world, where all people dwell in God.

No judgment. Only love. Love one another, as Jesus has loved.

Our congregation is really good at caring relationships. Prayers, casseroles at funerals, concerned phone calls, handwritten notes — these seemingly small gestures are true extensions of this love that Jesus calls for.   “By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.” Caring relationships can speak louder than words. Showing love for one another is the greatest gift we can give. May it be so, as Jesus’ new commandment bears fruit in all of us.

Let us pray:

Questions, everybody’s got them…

May 12, 2019 (The Fourth Sunday of Easter & Confirmation)

Indian Hill Church

Cincinnati, OH

Acts 9:36-43

Psalm 23

John 10:22-30

Reverend Dr. Stephen Caine

10:22 At that time the festival of the Dedication took place in Jerusalem. It was winter, 23 and Jesus was walking in the temple, in the portico of Solomon. 24 So the Jews gathered around him and said to him, “How long will you keep us in suspense? If you are the Messiah, tell us plainly.” 25 Jesus answered, “I have told you, and you do not believe. The works that I do in my Father’s name testify to me; 26 but you do not believe, because you do not belong to my sheep. 27 My sheep hear my voice. I know them, and they follow me. 28 I give them eternal life, and they will never perish. No one will snatch them out of my hand. 29 What my Father has given me is greater than all else, and no one can snatch it out of the Father’s hand. 30 The Father and I are one.” (John 10:22-30, NRSV)

Let us pray: God of comfort and compassion, through Jesus, your Son, you lead us to the water of life and to the table of your bounty.  May we who have received the care and love of our Good Shepherd be strengthened by your grace to care for your flock. Amen.

If ever there was a perfect text for Confirmation Sunday, this just may be it. One of the great gifts of working with the Confirmation Class each year are their questions.  We get all kinds of questions, serious, irreverent, sad, humorous, some I will be happy to share with you and some that are not safe for public consumption.  What is so much fun is the fact that they are not afraid to ask.  Anything, everything.  How did the Holy Spirit have relations with Mary?  Explain the Trinity?  Why does God let bad things happen to his people?   If Jesus is the only way to heaven then what about my friends who are Jewish, Muslim, Atheist, Agnostic?  See they ask great questions. Deep probing questions.

The crowd asked Jesus a question as he was walking outside of the Temple in the portico of Solomon.  It’s a late December day in Jerusalem.  As usual, he’s drawing a crowd. This time, the people gathered around him have come to celebrate the Feast of the Dedication (better known to us as Hanukkah), a festival honoring the rededication of the Temple. This is a Hanukah story that celebrates the successful Maccabean revolt against the Syrian ruler Antiochus Epiphanes, who contaminated the temple in Jerusalem by setting up a pagan idol. About 200 years before Jesus’ time, Judas Maccabeus had driven out the foreign oppressor and rededicated the temple; thus, the festival was both a commemoration of national independence, like our Fourth of July, and a religious holiday recalling the temple’s purification.

Some people in the crowd have come with a question.  Maybe they heard Jesus teaching or preaching. Maybe they witnessed one of his miracles.  Or maybe they want to trap him into saying something blasphemous.  Whatever their motive, they ask, “How long will you keep us in suspense? If you are the Messiah, tell us plainly.”

Most parents are used to the questions from your children. You know the typical kid questions. “Why?” “What does that mean?” “How do you know?” Children are asserting their need to question the world and better understand the reality around them. For some that need to question authority and to test the limits of perceived reality never stops, many of us continue to question everything in life and especially in faith.  This is a wonderful gift.  Maybe, that is the point of theology/ church/ confirmation not to resolve the tensions that come in the life of faith, but rather to help us to ask better questions.[1]

Jesus, like most every parent has learned avoids giving a direct answer and instead states, “The works that I do in my Father’s name testify to me.” 

This is what is happening in this story.  Jesus has shown the people around him three years of examples of who he is.  He has taught, preached, healed, cast out demons, calmed storms and… He has had others question his identity repeatedly. Questioning who he is and what he is about is quite normal.  Prophets were often asked to give proof of their powers.  But the question that Jesus is asked goes much deeper than simply giving proof.  This goes to the heart of his identity.  The crowd doubts that he is the messiah.

I am reminded that doubt is a constant companion to faith.  It warmed my heart on Wednesday night to hear some of the Confirmation Class in their faith statements acknowledge that they had doubts, they had questions, they want to know more about God, faith and the Bible.  Doubt and questioning are normal parts of our lives as people and as followers of Jesus. To live in the tension of faith and doubt, of questions and answers, gives us room to hear the words of promise that Jesus offers: “My sheep hear my voice. I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they will never perish. No one will snatch them out of my hand. What my Father has given me is greater than all else, and no one can snatch it out of the Father’s hand.”

If you learn nothing else this year from confirmation, please learn this: that God will not abandon you, that Jesus will hold on to you through all things, that God will never, ever let you go.  There are so many times in life where we feel, inadequate, afraid, unsure, unworthy or unsafe, God will never ever let you go! No matter how crazy or difficulty or stressful or scary your life may seem, God chooses you, God loves you, God is with you, and God will hold onto you through all of life.  Jesus says, “My sheep hear my voice. I know them, and they follow me. No one will snatch them out of my hand.”[2]

So, keep asking questions.  Keep searching. And know that God is big enough to take it, and God will be with you every step of the way.

Let us pray:


[1] David Lose

[2] David Lose

Fishing Love

May 5, 2019 (The Third Sunday of Easter)

Indian Hill Church

Cincinnati, OH

Acts 9:1-6

Psalm 30

John 21:1-19

Reverend Dr. Stephen Caine

21:1 After these things Jesus showed himself again to the disciples by the Sea of Tiberias; and he showed himself in this way. 2 Gathered there together were Simon Peter, Thomas called the Twin, Nathanael of Cana in Galilee, the sons of Zebedee, and two others of his disciples. 3 Simon Peter said to them, “I am going fishing.” They said to him, “We will go with you.” They went out and got into the boat, but that night they caught nothing. 4 Just after daybreak, Jesus stood on the beach; but the disciples did not know that it was Jesus. 5 Jesus said to them, “Children, you have no fish, have you?” They answered him, “No.” 6 He said to them, “Cast the net to the right side of the boat, and you will find some.” So they cast it, and now they were not able to haul it in because there were so many fish. 7 That disciple whom Jesus loved said to Peter, “It is the Lord!” When Simon Peter heard that it was the Lord, he put on some clothes, for he was naked, and jumped into the sea. 8 But the other disciples came in the boat, dragging the net full of fish, for they were not far from the land, only about a hundred yards off. 9 When they had gone ashore, they saw a charcoal fire there, with fish on it, and bread. 10 Jesus said to them, “Bring some of the fish that you have just caught.” 11 So Simon Peter went aboard and hauled the net ashore, full of large fish, a hundred fifty-three of them; and though there were so many, the net was not torn. 12 Jesus said to them, “Come and have breakfast.” Now none of the disciples dared to ask him, “Who are you?” because they knew it was the Lord. 13 Jesus came and took the bread and gave it to them, and did the same with the fish. 14 This was now the third time that Jesus appeared to the disciples after he was raised from the dead. 15 When they had finished breakfast, Jesus said to Simon Peter, “Simon son of John, do you love me more than these?” He said to him, “Yes, Lord; you know that I love you.” Jesus said to him, “Feed my lambs.” 16 A second time he said to him, “Simon son of John, do you love me?” He said to him, “Yes, Lord; you know that I love you.” Jesus said to him, “Tend my sheep.” 17 He said to him the third time, “Simon son of John, do you love me?” Peter felt hurt because he said to him the third time, “Do you love me?” And he said to him, “Lord, you know everything; you know that I love you.” Jesus said to him, “Feed my sheep. 18 Very truly, I tell you, when you were younger, you used to fasten your own belt and to go wherever you wished. But when you grow old, you will stretch out your hands, and someone else will fasten a belt around you and take you where you do not wish to go.” 19 (He said this to indicate the kind of death by which he would glorify God.) After this he said to him, “Follow me.” (John 21:1-19, NRSV)

Let us pray: God of victory over death, your Son revealed himself again and again, and convinced his followers of his glorious resurrection. Grant that we may know his risen presence, in love obediently feed his sheep, and care for the lambs of his flock, until we join the hosts of heaven in worshiping you and praising him who is worthy of blessing and honor, glory and power, for ever and ever. Amen.

It happened one time and one time only.  My father and I went fishing.  My grandmother lived in an apartment that backed up to a waterway in St. Petersburgh. Florida. We walked out in the middle of the day and stood on the concrete retaining wall and I cast the line from my brand new Zebco fishing pole into the water.  My father was wearing a shirt and tie, that was his uniform, short sleeve shirt and tie.  Always, everywhere, even fishing.  The second we had just bought the fishing pole at K-mart earlier that day.  I don’t remember much except that we didn’t catch anything.  I can’t imagine we stayed very long.  Golf, Fishing, Hunting were not for my dad, they took too much time and patience.

I certainly can’t remember but I imagine the first few casts were exciting.  But with no results, I bet we both got frustrated and gave up and went back inside.   I have tried fishing a few times since then, but fishing is not my thing.   There is a lot of preparation, waiting, and disappointment when I have gone fishing. 

And this is exactly where we enter this story from the Gospel of John.  Simon Peter, Thomas, Nathanael, Zebedee’s sons, and two other disciples as a group of disappointed disciples in their frustration and grief they want to go back to their normal lives as fishermen.  We join them in the boat on the Sea of Galilee.   We over hear them after a long night of fishing, and they have nothing to show for it.  They are tired and disappointed.  They just want to go home.   So, they head back to shore with empty nets.

Remember, they were professionals, they made their living as fishermen before Jesus came along, before he invited them to join him when he said, “Come, follow me.”  And they left their nets and followed.  What a trip it had been!  But now he was dead and gone so they tried to go back to normal, back to business as usual.  I imagine there was some relief getting back to the familiar – the predictable.  We all look for and enjoy our comfort zones, don’t we?  But they caught nothing.

Fishing may be the perfect metaphor for following Jesus, preparation, waiting, and disappointment.  It did not seem to them that they were very successful at following him either. Things had not turned out like they hoped.

So, there they are sitting in the dark, dejected, watching the sky change colors as the sun rises behind the hills.  Then they heard a voice. They could not see the person speaking but they certainly heard a voice.  Maybe it was the fog, maybe it was the darkness. They heard him first.  He tells them to cast their nets on the right side of the boat and they caught a lot of fish. 

It was, as Yogi Berra used to put it, Deja vu all over again. It is not the end after all, for the end has led them to a new beginning.

“It is the Lord!” said the beloved disciple.   A disappointing night of fishing suddenly becomes a glorious new day.

And the point of the story for us is, after the death of a loved one, often we find ourselves just “going through the motions” of life.  There is no rush to move on, but rather a space and time to dwell on what was. We too want to go back to our routines, when we have left the glorious Easter service, when we’re back at business as usual and maybe having a rough time of it, perhaps having a long dark night of the soul, it is precisely then that Jesus calls out to you and to me. 

We can see. “It is the Lord!” That is what the beloved disciples said. A dismal midnight scene becomes a glorious new day.

We teach our children these stories because these stories are full of clues for times when we are in the middle of the night and afraid, we struggle, when we are lost, alone and don’t know where to go.  It is precisely at that moment that the story says to us, “Pay attention. Listen to the voices around you. It is the Lord.”

We believe in a God who never gives up on us, who continually calls us, sometimes in the middle of the night or at the breaking of a new day, to new beginnings.

That moment of recognition. “It is the Lord!” A breakthrough moment when we know maybe for the first time or the hundredth time that God is in this with us, that we are not alone, that we do not have to face the difficulties of our life alone. We do not have to face death alone. God is with us.

Not only is God with us. God is calling us to something new, precisely when we thought it was all over.

Whatever else this strange story of fishing and naked fishermen, of the Risen Christ whose disciples at first don’t know him, of charcoal fires and a meal of bread and fish, whatever else this story is about I think it is really about what the Church does on the Sundays following Easter.  It is what those who are seeking to be disciples do every ordinary Sunday, when there are not a thousand Easter lilies and the Halleluiah Chorus, complete with brass and Easter finery.  It’s about worship, ordinary worship, when two or three or more gather in his name.

We pour water at the font that we might be reminded that, though we deny him – more than three times; let’s be honest now, three times a day perhaps is more truthful – though we deny him, he washes us clean in the waters of baptism; he forgives us; he keeps on offering the opportunity to reaffirm our love.

And we eat together.   In his name we take the bread and a common cup.   During the season of Easter, we do this almost every Sunday, except on those Sundays when we don’t.   We gather at the Table, so that he might feed us.  Not just with a little wafer of tasteless bread and a cup of wine, but with his presence, made available in the gathered community through the love and the compassion and the concern and the faith of our fellow worshipers.

Every Sunday after Easter as we go back to fishing, or whatever the normal and ordinary is for our lives, Jesus keeps on forgiving, restoring and feeding us.  And if we are attentive, if our ears are open as well as our hearts, every ordinary Sunday Jesus asks us his penetrating question: Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me?

Let us pray: O Lord continue to remind us of our worthiness through your love. Equip us to share that love with the world. Amen.

Why Mary Why?

April 21, 2019 (Easter)

The Resurrection of the Lord

Indian Hill Church

Cincinnati, OH

Acts 10:34-43

Isaiah 65:17-25

Psalm 118:1-2, 14-24

John 20:1-18

Rev. Dr. Stephen Caine

20: 1 “Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb and saw that the stone had been removed from the tomb. 2 So she ran and went to Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one whom Jesus loved, and said to them, “They have taken the Lord out of the tomb, and we do not know where they have laid him.” 3 Then Peter and the other disciple set out and went toward the tomb. 4 The two were running together, but the other disciple outran Peter and reached the tomb first. 5 He bent down to look in and saw the linen wrappings lying there, but he did not go in. 6 Then Simon Peter came, following him, and went into the tomb. He saw the linen wrappings lying there, 7 and the cloth that had been on Jesus’ head, not lying with the linen wrappings but rolled up in a place by itself. 8 Then the other disciple, who reached the tomb first, also went in, and he saw and believed; 9 for as yet they did not understand the scripture, that he must rise from the dead. 10 Then the disciples returned to their homes. 11 But Mary stood weeping outside the tomb. As she wept, she bent over to look into the tomb; 12 and she saw two angels in white, sitting where the body of Jesus had been lying, one at the head and the other at the feet. 13 They said to her, “Woman, why are you weeping?” She said to them, “They have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid him.” 14 When she had said this, she turned around and saw Jesus standing there, but she did not know that it was Jesus. 15 Jesus said to her, “Woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you looking for?” Supposing him to be the gardener, she said to him, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have laid him, and I will take him away.” 16 Jesus said to her, “Mary!” She turned and said to him in Hebrew, “Rabbouni!” (which means Teacher). 17 Jesus said to her, “Do not hold on to me, because I have not yet ascended to the Father. But go to my brothers and say to them, “I am ascending to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.’ “18Mary Magdalene went and announced to the disciples, “I have seen the Lord”; and she told them that he had said these things to her.” (John 20:1-18, NRSV)

Let us pray: Almighty God, who through your Son Jesus Christ overcame death and opened to us the way of everlasting life: Grant that we, who celebrate with joy the day of the Lord’s resurrection, may be raised from the death of sin by your life-giving Spirit; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever. Amen.

It’s Easter, and Mary goes to the tomb.  I think we can all agree on that but maybe not much else.  But I wonder why Mary went to the tomb.[1] 

If I went around the sanctuary and asked some of you to tell the story of Easter, we all might tell it a little differently.  Some of us would tell of Mary Magdalene and others of us would tell of the disciples running back and forth.  Some of us might remark of how the stone had been rolled away and others still would tell how the gardener appeared and called Mary’s name.  We would all have our way of telling the Easter story. Apparently, eyewitness accounts are often not the most trustworthy.

The Gospel writers all had their own eyewitness accounts.  There are basically four different accounts of the resurrection, all with their own nuances and details and focus.  Matthew says there was an earthquake.  Mark ends so abruptly that we must fill in the details and provide our own ending.  Luke has a group of women that see the angels in dazzling clothes.  John has the gardener who ends up being Jesus.  Some accounts have Mary alone, some with other women.  Some have one angel, some two. It gets a bit confusing with all the differences and discrepancies.

But if you think about it, isn’t that confusion all part of the Easter story, all part of the Christian faith, our faith.  There are lots of differences, lots of running back and forth, there is skepticism, there is doubt, there is fear and there is faith.

So, why, Mary?  Why did you go?   What did you hope to find?  What did you think you would see?  Did you go Mary as we do when we go to such places?  To remember?  You go, knowing there’s nothing to do.  Nothing can be done.  You have buried your loved one, along with your fondest hopes.  All you can do is mourn all that has been lost.

Yet, knowing this, you go.  You go to the sealed tomb to weep for your friend. You go to mourn and to remember— to remember when he was still alive and the shining dream of all you wanted from him, all you hoped he would be and do. He and all that still lived in your heart.  You go hoping to experience again the days when Jesus was something special.  You go to remember when it was possible to still believe that he was a gift of God, of grace, of mercy, and the hope of the future.

You go to remember the way he reached out his hand to touch the heads of children and bless them.  You go to remember the great pleasure he took at seeing people as their lives were changed, their hearts lifted, and as they realized they were part of something holy, something wondrous, something that would lift them beyond the burden of their daily drudgeries.  You go to remember the tear in his eyes and the catch in his throat on that day when the man fell at his feet and begged him to come and heal his dying child.   You go, Mary, to remember the fire in his eyes, his anger at the money changers, the Pharisees, the religious leaders and all the senseless suffering.  You go for that precious moment to remember the day he stood outside the tomb of his friend Lazarus and wept.

Mary goes to look at the cold stone tomb and to imagine him lying there, still.  In many ways we are just like Mary on that first Easter morning.  Mary knew all about death, she knew that death was the end.  She knew that Jesus was gone, and life would never be the same.  With his death on the cross, her hope died too.  Mary had to face reality and reality told her:

Death is final

Some situations are hopeless

And now she is all alone

She went for a private time to let her tears flow and to mourn her loss. But, Mary, if that’s why you go, I understand that.  Yet what I don’t understand is what you actually find.  It turns out to be much more than a time to remember a time to cry because you miss him deeply.  You get something beyond my comprehension, you find something that changes everything. You get resurrection, you get life. 

Likewise, with us there is all kind of evidence that we are wrong about our belief in the Resurrection:  There are school shootings and drunk drivers killing innocent people, there is war and more war, there are divorces and depression and hopelessness.  There is all the evidence in the world that death is final, that some situations are hopeless and that we are all alone.

But here, we are gathered here at church on Easter Sunday because we believe otherwise, while we don’t understand it all and sometimes, we find ourselves running back and forth, but in the end, we say “life.” 

We stake our lives on the resurrection and that is enough to send us out into the world to live each day with hope, a hope that we don’t completely understand, but a hope, none the less a hope that we can trust, that we know that God is working, that life even comes out of death. 

William Slone Coffin, chaplain, social activist, preacher and prophet died in 2006.  He wrote a book before his death entitled “Credo” and the last chapter is “The End of Life.” Reflecting on his own impending death he wrote…

“As Job said, the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.  That does not mean that God is responsible for every death.  What that means is that before every birth and after every death there is still God.  The abyss of God’s love is deeper that the abyss of death.  Paul insists that neither death nor life can separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.  Even if we don’t know what is beyond the grave, we know who is beyond the grave.”[2]

Henri Nouwen wrote beautifully upon the occasion of his mother’s death:

“The resurrection is God’s way of revealing to us that nothing that belongs to God will ever go to waste.  What belongs to God will never get lost.  The resurrection doesn’t answer any of our common questions about life after death such as “How will it be?  How will it look?  But it does reveal to us that love is stronger than death.  God’s love for us, our love for each other, and our love for those who lived before and will live after us is not just a quickly passing experience, but a reality transcending all time and space.”[3] 

We all know the reality of this world.  Reality of pain and death and grief.  But now with Easter, with the empty tomb there is another reality.  There is reality that says this is not the end, death is not the final word, there is more, there is hope, there is the possibility for something new, there is hope for life and healing and wholeness.  With Easter eyes we know a reality that says you just never know what may happen, what the future may hold.

When we see these resurrections moments, when we see hope and life emerge from death, we may not completely understand it at the moment.  We may find ourselves confused just like those early followers.  We may find ourselves running back and forth not knowing whether to shout for joy or weep with grief.  We may find ourselves staring at the gardener and wondering if it might be Jesus.  And then we might find ourselves telling our version of the resurrection story.

We may find ourselves smiling and laughing and feeling hope again.  For Finally, ultimately, we are people of joy.  We are people of life.  We are people of faith.

The power of hope.  The power of life.  The power of resurrection.  It is enough to send us out from here to tell others that He is risen.  He is risen indeed.  On the other side of pain, on the other side of death there is always resurrection.  Across the darkness shadows of life, there shines a light that will never fail.  That is the truth of Easter.  Thanks be to God for it.  Alleluia. Christ is risen. Alleluia. He is risen, Indeed. Alleluia. Amen.


[1] Revered Dr. David Miller, http://day1.org/634-sermon_for_easter

[2] Reverend William Slone Coffin (Credo, p.167-171)

[3] Henri Nouwen, (Our greatest Gift)

Newness

April 7, 2019 (Lent 5)

Service for the Lord’s Day

Indian Hill Church

Cincinnati, OH

Isaiah 43:16-21

Psalm 126

John 12:1-8

Reverend Dr. Stephen Caine

Let us pray: Almighty God, your Son came into the world to free us all from sin and death. Breathe on us with the power of your Spirit, that we may be raised to new life in Christ and serve you in holiness and righteousness all our days; through Jesus Christ, our Lord, we pray. Amen.

43:16 “Thus says the LORD, who makes a way in the sea, a path in the mighty waters, 17 who brings out chariot and horse, army and warrior; they lie down, they cannot rise, they are extinguished, quenched like a wick. 18 Do not remember the former things or consider the things of old. 19 I am about to do a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert. 20 The wild animals will honor me, the jackals and the ostriches; for I give water in the wilderness, rivers in the desert, to give drink to my chosen people, 21 the people whom I formed for myself so that they might declare my praise.” (Isaiah 43:16-21, NRSV)

Have you noticed any newness around you? This morning when the service is over, and you are walking to your car notice the daffodil’s coming up. In the midst of the cold and rainy weather we have had the last few weeks have you noticed that the trees are budding, the weeds in the yard are turning green?

As spring is trying to bloom on us.  Is it a coincidence that we read this from the Prophet Isaiah concerns newness?  The Israelites didn’t notice the newness that was breaking forth all around them because they were too concerned with their own struggles.  They were fearful and lost, overwhelmed by their circumstances.  In order to fully understand their predicament, we have to look at what happened prior to this passage.

          In chapter 39, the prophet Isaiah foretells of Judah’s exile in Babylon. Then the next two chapters 39 and 40, 150 years pass. It is during this 150-year period that Israel is led into captivity just as Isaiah, the prophet had predicted.  The temple and the whole city of Jerusalem were both destroyed.  The Israelites were living in exile, whose lives had become nothing but chaos and confusion.  The crisis the Israelites were living through would be a harsh test for the most secure, the strongest an the most faithful people of any time period. Chaos became the norm. The people lost their way.  The poet, William Butler Yeats describes so well, “Things fall apart; the center cannot hold. Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.”[1]

It is exactly into all of this chaos and destruction that God delivers the judgement on the people of Israel, because they were not living faithful lives.  God expresses divine anger.  Because of their sinfulness the people of Israel have lost favor in God’s eyes.  They wondered if this might be the sin that breaks the covenant?  These are people who have seen destruction, been in exile, afraid, lost and alone.  They lived with the humiliation of being held captive and over time they lost their understanding of God.  Now they were exiled from both the land and from the notion that God would protect and provide for them.[2]

Remember this as we move forward to Isaiah 43, the Prophet Isaiah spoke the word from the Lord.  He proclaims salvation to the people of God.  He tells of God’s promises that came from a particular past, Isaiah reminds them of the Red Sea, retelling Exodus event, what God once did for the slaves, God is doing for the exiles.  God is going to make a way where once there was no way.

Isaiah’s confidence to speak so boldly is built on God’s ability to do a new thing that God has done before and will do again.   Isaiah talks about hope that is not manufactured but is actually rooted in the glories of Israel’s past.  Precisely because of what God did at the Red Sea and in the Exodus event, Israel can believe that God will act again.

When all of the sudden Isaiah makes a drastic change from talking about the glories of the past and abruptly, he says: Do not remember the former things or things of old.  This is where the passage gets tough.  Forgetting our past is not what our counselors and psychiatrists tell us to do.  They have a word for someone who refuses to deal with the past: the word is “denial.”  People in denial are like ostriches who stick their heads in the sand, or a person who pretends that everything is fine, normal, when an enormous elephant is sitting in the middle of the room.   Do not remember the former things?  That’s not what our teachers and religious leaders tell us.  That is not what Jesus even tells us: “Do this in remembrance of me…”[3]

Remember the famous quote of George Santayana, the Spanish-American philosopher, poet, and humanist: “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.”[4]  One look at the newspaper tells us that is true.  And those of us who try to live as people of faith in this confusing world we have traditions, and sacred stories, and scriptures that we read, over and over and we hold on to them.  We aren’t in the business of forgetting tradition.  We work at remembering it, we try to keep it, and we try to live by it, honestly and faithfully. Do not remember the former things? 

How are we supposed to do that?[5]

Isaiah means don’t live in the past, don’t dwell on what was, don’t just sit around and wish for the good ole days.  Appreciate what God has done in the past but live in the present.  Be alive now, in this moment, for such a time like this.

In this passage from Isaiah, we are given words to live by.  God’s promise to Israel, and God’s promise to us, is that each day we live in this beautiful journey called life, God will do a new thing.  God will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.

It’s a strange promise God makes, when you think about it.  God doesn’t promise to domesticate the wilderness; only to make a way through it.  God doesn’t promise to take away the desert, or take you out of it, only to find some water in it. God doesn’t promise to tame the wild animals; no, the only promise is to make a way and to find the water, so that even the wild animals and other people will stop and see the new thing and honor God.

I think that is the promise for us, for all of us.  God will do a new thing.  No matter how wonderful or how awful things seem to us today, God will do a new thing.  No matter how tired we may be tomorrow, God will do a new thing.  No matter how mundane the routine, or sleepless the night, or painful the argument, God will do a new thing.  And it isn’t clear what that will be; there is no promise to fix or mend or put more hours in the day.  There is only the promise to make a way in the wilderness, a river in the desert – if we will look for it. “I am about to do a new thing,” says God.

On this fifth Sunday of Lent, may each of us wake up each morning and say to ourselves and those we love,

“Today, God is about to do a new thing.  If and then, let us open our eyes, our ears, and our hearts and go out and look for it.  Don’t let your imagination be closed off by what has come before.  Remember what you have; the former things: seas that split open so that the people could pass through on dry land; pillars of fire in the night that led the people through the wilderness; rocks that rolled away from the tomb.  The dead raised; the lost found, the prodigal welcomed home, sin forgiven.  We have a memory of God at work in our lives.” 

It is a question we asked our Confirmation Class this weekend on the retreat, where have you seen God at work?  If you haven’t then maybe you haven’t been looking!

For this is the day that the Lord has made.  God is about to do a new thing.

Do you see the newness around you?

Let us pray:


[1] Dr. Paul Hanson, Interpterion Series, (Biblical Commentary series) page 5.

[2] Reverend Dr. Craig Barnes, “On the Wild Side Isaiah 43:16·21. National Presbyterian Church, Washington, DC.

[3] Reverend Dr. Anna Carter Florence, “A New Thing,” Isaiah 43:16-21. Program #5013 January 7, 2007.

[4] George Santayana, The Life of Reason: Reason in Common Sense. Scribner’s, 1905: page 284.

[5] Reverend Dr. Anna Carter Florence, “A New Thing,” Isaiah 43:16-21. Program #5013 January 7, 2007.

Promises, Promises, What Can We Believe

March 17, 2019 (Lent 2)

Service for the Lord’s Day

Indian Hill Church

Cincinnati, OH

Genesis 15:1-12, 17-18

Psalm 27

Luke 13:31-35

Reverend Dr. Stephen Caine

15:1 After these things the word of the LORD came to Abram in a vision, “Do not be afraid, Abram, I am your shield; your reward shall be very great.” 2 But Abram said, “O Lord GOD, what will you give me, for I continue childless, and the heir of my house is Eliezer of Damascus?” 3 And Abram said, “You have given me no offspring, and so a slave born in my house is to be my heir.” 4 But the word of the LORD came to him, “This man shall not be your heir; no one but your very own issue shall be your heir.” 5 He brought him outside and said, “Look toward heaven and count the stars, if you are able to count them.” Then he said to him, “So shall your descendants be.” 6 And he believed the LORD; and the LORD reckoned it to him as righteousness. 7 Then he said to him, “I am the LORD who brought you from Ur of the Chaldeans, to give you this land to possess.” 8 But he said, “O Lord GOD, how am I to know that I shall possess it?” 9 He said to him, “Bring me a heifer three years old, a female goat three years old, a ram three years old, a turtledove, and a young pigeon.” 10 He brought him all these and cut them in two, laying each half over against the other; but he did not cut the birds in two. 11 And when birds of prey came down on the carcasses, Abram drove them away. 12 As the sun was going down, a deep sleep fell upon Abram, and a deep and terrifying darkness descended upon him.

17 When the sun had gone down and it was dark, a smoking fire pot and a flaming torch passed between these pieces. 18 On that day the LORD made a covenant with Abram, saying, “To your descendants I give this land, from the river of Egypt to the great river, the river Euphrates….” (Genesis 15:1-12, 17-18, NRSV)

Let us pray: God of infinite grace, you love us too much to leave us to ourselves, even though we do so much to protect ourselves from you and to find security apart from you. We know our resistance does not scare you off, and we rejoice that you will finish your work with us. Amen. 

Good morning.  The storms of Thursday evening served as a reminder for me and to me.  During the intense wind and rain, destruction, unrelenting non-discriminating power and randomness, the sun came up Friday morning.  Nikki sent out the beautiful picture of the Evening Sky after the storm and it showed the glory of the colors, purple, gray, silver, yellow, and many others.  It is both a cheesy yet beautiful metaphor for life and ministry.  Then I hear the reports of mass violence in of all places, Christchurch, New Zealand.  I have been there before, over 25 years ago.  It is a calm and peaceful city, with good people and not many guns…but today the violence surges and seems to win.  Which calls into question once again God’s promise, God’s Covenant, with Abram, us and all creation.

So, from where I stand the reminders are everywhere and yet unseen.  Fighting to burst forth from the cold, hard, dark, ground like the early buds of spring.  The words of God, “I am here, fear not.  I am with you, fear not.  This is my beloved son, in him I am well pleased, listen to him.”  So, I will try again today to listen…listen to and for the still small voice calling me, us, creation to trust and believe, and follow.

It begins with a promise: “Do not be afraid, Abram, I am your shield; your reward shall be very great.” Promises, promises.  The Lord brought Abram outside and said, “Look toward heaven. Count the stars if you can.  This is how many descendants you will have.” But Abram was a doubting Thomas, like anyone would be at such an audacious promise. When he replies, “How will I know Lord?”

There are important nuanced differences between covenants and promises, differences that most of us do not catch.  Think about the different promises you have made in your life.   I promise I won’t tell anyone!  I promise I will clean my room.  I promise to pick up the dry cleaning on the way home.  I promise to write, or call, or stay in touch.  I promise to have and to hold from this day forward, till death do us part…”  Promises, Promises.  We all make them, and we make them for all sorts of situations and stations in life.  We also make promises to God when babies are baptized and couples are married, or the more desperate promises…God if you get me out of this, I promise I will… But a Covenant is different than a promise.

This week’s Old Testament lesson from Genesis 15 needs to be set in its context.[1]

We go back a few chapters to the end of Genesis 11, where we meet Abram and Sarai. God has created the world and called it good.  God has attended to Adam and Eve and the garden.  All of creation is teeming with life and God has commanded the people to “be fruitful and multiply.”  Yet, it seems that Sarai is the first person to be “childless.”[2]

According to the Genesis narrative God has a problem.  People are spread out all over, nations here and there, people speaking all kinds of languages, people could not understand each other, so God decides to fix it.  God chooses one people to become his people, a nation through which the Lord might bless all the other nations.[3]

So, in typical God-like fashion, God chooses the most unlikely way to bring about the divine future.  God chooses an aging, childless couple, to become originators of the people of God.

The Lord says to Abram, “Go from your country and your kindred and your father’s house to the land that I will show you. I will make of you a great nation, and I will bless you, and make your name great, so that you will be a blessing. I will bless those who bless you, and the one who curses you I will curse; and in you all the families of the earth shall be blessed.”[4]

And so, Abram and Sarai go.  They journeyed to the land.  They waited for a child.  Not just any child, but a promised child, who would become the first of their many descendants, who would in turn become a great nation.  A Promise because God said so.

Time passed. They went to Egypt. They came back. No child.

They worked and became wealthy. No child.

Their nephew Lot separated from them. Lot was captured. Lot was rescued.

And still, no child.  Promises, Promises…

And then, finally, the Lord broke the silence.

“Do Not be Afraid:” More Good News from the Lord[5]

Then we hear the first words of Genesis 15, “After these things” and after a great deal of time “the Lord spoke to Abram in a vision, ‘Do not be afraid.’”  And what was the good news the Lord spoke? “I am your shield; your reward will be very great.”  “Good news, Abram! You are going to get something awesome!”

This is a second promise from the Lord!  Promises, Promises…Well, Abram didn’t think so!

God responds by renewing the promise of many descendants.  In fact, God responds by expanding the promise!

Keeping promises is God’s business.

“And Abram trusted.”

Abram believed and trusted God’s promise.

The Lord evaluated Abram both his act of complaining in prayer and the reality that Abram trusted the divine promises and then the LORD reckoned it to him as righteousness!

And then the Lord made a promise to Abram that is breathtaking in its magnitude, an incredible pledge.  A commitment that is so absolute that the Lord commits to die rather than break the promise.  When the sun had gone down and it was dark, a smoking fire pot and a flaming torch passed between these pieces.[6]   The ritual was literally the “cutting of a covenant.” To make a covenant in the ancient world, animals were cut in half, and then the one(s) making the covenantal commitment walked down the middle between the animals.  So, God cut the animals and passed between them as a smoking fire pot and a flaming torch.  This was an ancient Near Eastern custom and the implication is that the individual making the covenant would be cut in two like the animals if the promise was not kept.  A relationship – a covenant – however — is not one-sided.  We have a role to fulfill.  God says, “I will take care of you. In return, you will worship me.”

So here we are thousands of years later with this covenant— I will be your God and you will be my people, I will take care of you and you will worship me.  God honored his covenant with Abram. God gave him, Isaac which led to descendants as numerous as the stars in the night sky, too many to count.  It did not always seem like God is honoring His end of the covenant.  There were times, years, decades where Abram wondered. But yet, God made a covenant and kept it.

And with us when I see storms and hear of violence, and suffering, and rage, I wonder about this covenant. 

I question! 

I doubt!

But then I look up at the sky, with stars too many to count, I see the dawn of a new day or a rainbow after a storm and…I know. I remember that God always, always, always, keeps His covenant and so we do our part. We worship God and we trust God and we remember…

Let us pray: Faithful God, deliver us from thinking that works will save us and grant us the faith to believe your audacious promises. Amen.


[1] Reverend Dr. Rolf Jacobson, Commentary on Genesis 15: 1-12, 17-19 Professor of Old Testament at Luther Seminary, St Paul. MN

[2] Ibid Genesis 11:30.

[3] Ibid “priestly kingdom and a holy nation” (Exodus 19:6)

[4] Ibid (Genesis 12:1-3)

[5] Ibid.

[6] Ibid, Genesis 15:9-11, 1-18.

The Sound of Silence

March 3, 2019 (Transfiguration Sunday)

Service for the Lord’s Day

Indian Hill Church

Cincinnati, OH

Exodus 34:29-35

Psalm 99

Luke 9:28-36

Reverend Dr. Stephen Caine

34:29“Moses came down from Mount Sinai. As he came down from the mountain with the two tablets of the covenant in his hand, Moses did not know that the skin of his face shone because he had been talking with God. 30 When Aaron and all the Israelites saw Moses, the skin of his face was shining, and they were afraid to come near him. 31 But Moses called to them; and Aaron and all the leaders of the congregation returned to him, and Moses spoke with them. 32 Afterward all the Israelites came near, and he gave them in commandment all that the LORD had spoken with him on Mount Sinai. 33 When Moses had finished speaking with them, he put a veil on his face; 34 but whenever Moses went in before the LORD to speak with him, he would take the veil off, until he came out; and when he came out, and told the Israelites what he had been commanded, 35 the Israelites would see the face of Moses, that the skin of his face was shining; and Moses would put the veil on his face again, until he went in to speak with him.” (Exodus 34:29-35, NRSV)

9:28“Now about eight days after these sayings Jesus took with him Peter and John and James, and went up on the mountain to pray. 29 And while he was praying, the appearance of his face changed, and his clothes became dazzling white. 30 Suddenly they saw two men, Moses and Elijah, talking to him. 31 They appeared in glory and were speaking of his departure, which he was about to accomplish at Jerusalem. 32 Now Peter and his companions were weighed down with sleep; but since they had stayed awake, they saw his glory and the two men who stood with him. 33 Just as they were leaving him, Peter said to Jesus, “Master, it is good for us to be here; let us make three dwellings, one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah” — not knowing what he said. 34 While he was saying this, a cloud came and overshadowed them; and they were terrified as they entered the cloud. 35 Then from the cloud came a voice that said, “This is my Son, my Chosen; listen to him!” 36 When the voice had spoken, Jesus was found alone. And they kept silent and in those days told no one any of the things they had seen.(Luke 9:28-36, NRSV)

Let us pray: Holy God, mighty and immortal, you are beyond our knowing,

yet we see your glory in the face of Jesus Christ, whose compassion illumines the world. Transform us into the likeness of the love of Christ, who renewed our humanity so that we may share in his divinity, the same Jesus Christ, our Lord, who live and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

There are some things in life that the only appropriate response is silence.  There is no commentary that needs to be added.

I heard a description of this silence from John Buchanan, the former pastor of Fourth Church in Chicago and he is a season ticket holder to the Chicago Symphony Orchestra.  He writes, that moment at the end of the performance when the audience sits in silence, waiting just a moment before the clapping begins.  It is a moment, just a moment to savor the beauty.  Instead of all the explanations of how the violinist created those sounds or how the pianist’ particular technique created such beauty, the only response the audience can come up with is a moment of silence.

Musicians and Poets seem to get that silence, perhaps more than us regular people.  Mary Oliver, who died in Janaury, is one such poet who gets this since of silence. Her poem entitled “Mockingbirds”.  It goes like this:

This morning

two mockingbirds

in the green field

were spinning and tossing

the white ribbons

of their songs

into the air.

I had nothing

better to do

than listen.

I mean this

seriously.

Wherever it was

I was supposed to be

this morning

Whatever it was I said

I would be doing

I was standing

at the edge of the field

through my own soul

opening its dark doors

I was leaning out

I was listening.[1]

Silence, listening, quiet, sometimes it all that is necessary.

But oh, how often we mess it up.  We think we need words to explain, commentary to make sense of it.  Or maybe it is just plain fear.  Whatever it is, so often we mess up the silence with trying to talk.  I do it all the time.  When I am in a conversation with someone and there is too much silence, somehow, I think it is my duty to fill in the silence, to help bring comfort and ease.  Instead of just being, just sitting in the silence.  I did it just this week.  For the devotional at our weekly staff meeting we spent the first five minutes silently reflecting on our blessings, struggles and inviting God into them. It was so difficult to sit still and be quiet. I couldn’t wait to start talking.

If you are like me in this way, then we are in good company.  Jesus took Peter, James and John with him up on the mountain to pray.  While they were up there, something awesome, miraculous, bizarre happened.  Jesus was transfigured right before their very eyes and Moses and Elijah who had been dead a long, long time were standing there next to Jesus.  When I envision that moment, I think it must have been like that moment of silence right after the symphony plays.  Just silence to take it all in.  Or that moment in Mary Oliver’s poem where nothing else mattered at the moment but to sit and listen and watch and be silent.

But Peter just can’t do it.  It has to be Peter.  Peter strikes me as the one who couldn’t quiet stand the silence.  Whenever there was a moment of silence, he was the one to impetuously say something, anything, to fill the void.  He did it up there on that mountain.  He breaks the moment of awe, the moment of silence with “Master let’s build three tents and just stay here.”  It didn’t make any sense, it wasn’t what Jesus was about.  It was like he was nervous and just chattering away.  The text even tells us that Peter didn’t know what he said.  He was just talking, just filling the void.

So, God comes and makes it clear what all this transfiguration was supposed to mean.  What Peter and the others were supposed to get from it.  A cloud comes and God speaks from the cloud saying, “This is my son, my Chosen, listen to him!”  Don’t talk too much.  Don’t make sense of every little thing, just be, just sit in the silence and listen for Jesus.  Listen to him.

The text tells us that after God spoke, they went down the mountain and they kept silent.  They didn’t speak of it to anyone.  They simply let the experience be.  They learned to stop talking and explaining and chattering so that they might just listen to Jesus.

So much of our religion has forgotten the importance of silence, the importance of not explaining everything, of not even understanding everything.  I read this week of a minister who got a letter from a woman who was struggling with church.  She wrote: “They take all the mystery and awesomeness out of God.  They know all the answers and can tell you what God felt and thought.”[2]

Part of what I take from this transfiguration story is that we don’t have to explain away everything. Sometimes it is okay just to be, well, silent. 

We can’t stay there all the time.  We are not monks or nuns called to a silent existence of prayer.  We have to come down the mountain.  We all to come back to life, to business as usual, to reality.  Jesus came down the mountain and the very next day a father comes to Jesus begging for help for his son.  Jesus didn’t build three tents to stay on the mountain, he came back down to reality, a desperate plea for help from a frantic father. 

Isn’t that the rhythm of our Christian life.  To go from the mystery of the mountain, the awesomeness of God’s holiness to a frantic father who is crying out for help.  “The mysterious holiness of the mountain and the blunt reality of human life and human need and human suffering.”[3]

It is kind of like the picture of the church, or what the church should be.  We come to worship and glorify God.  We are relatively quiet for an hour or so and we sit in the holiness of worship.  Then we leave and life hits us, out there in the world where there are lots of fathers crying out for lots of sons, where there is hunger and fear and need.  The church is worship and service.  You can’t have one without the other.

This coming Wednesday is Ash Wednesday, when we begin the journey of Lent.  We walk with Jesus for 40 days and 40 nights as he begins his journey to the cross.  We begin it too.  We will have lots of time to talk about Lent and think about what it means, but I want to challenge us before it starts to think of this Lenten season as being up there on the mountain with Jesus.  Not to talk too much and try to put words to it so much, but to have time for silence, for quiet, for listening.  We’ll come down the mountain with Jesus.  We will come down to busy lives and frantic cries for help, but we need that mountain.  So, figure out where and how and when you are going to be silent and listen and simple be this Lenten season. 

I close with part of another poem, In Silence by Thomas Merton, American Trappist monk, writer, theologian, mystic, poet, social activist.

Be still

Listen to the stones of the wall

Be silent, they try

to speak

your name.

Listen

to the living walls.

Who are you?

Who are you?

Whose silence are you?[4]

          And from Psalm 46 “Be still and know that I am God.” 

So, let’s try it, just for a moment.  Let’s sit in silence.  Let’s just be for a moment.

Let us pray: In the silence of this hour, O God, speak to us of eternal things.  Prepare us for the walk down the mountain, down to your children, the ones in need.  Give us hearts and spirits and faith to care.  Speak to us of your will for our lives and for your world.  Amen.


[1] The Atlantic Monthly Company, Feb. 1994, Volume 273, No 2, page 80 Copyright © 1994 by The Atlantic Monthly Company. All rights reserved. https://www.theatlantic.com/past/docs/unbound/poetry/atlpoets/oliv9402.htm

[2] Reverend Dr. John Buchanan, Fourth Presbyterian Church, Chicago, 2-18-10

[3] Ibid.

[4] In Silence by Thomas Merton, http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/blog/2013-09-27/thomas-merton-in-silence-2/

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Location, Location, Location

February 17, 2019

The Sixth Sunday after Epiphany

Service for the Lord’s Day

Indian Hill Church

Cincinnati, OH

Jeremiah 17:5-10

Psalm 1

Luke 6:17-26

Reverend Dr. Stephen R. Caine

6:17 He came down with them and stood on a level place, with a great crowd of his disciples and a great multitude of people from all Judea, Jerusalem, and the coast of Tyre and Sidon. 18 They had come to hear him and to be healed of their diseases; and those who were troubled with unclean spirits were cured. 19 And all in the crowd were trying to touch him, for power came out from him and healed all of them. 20 Then he looked up at his disciples and said: “Blessed are you who are poor, for yours is the kingdom of God. 21 Blessed are you who are hungry now, for you will be filled. Blessed are you who weep now, for you will laugh. 22 Blessed are you when people hate you, and when they exclude you, revile you, and defame you on account of the Son of Man. 23 Rejoice in that day and leap for joy, for surely your reward is great in heaven; for that is what their ancestors did to the prophets. 24 “But woe to you who are rich, for you have received your consolation. 25 Woe to you who are full now, for you will be hungry. Woe to you who are laughing now, for you will mourn and weep. 26 Woe to you when all speak well of you, for that is what their ancestors did to the false prophets.”. (Luke 6:17-21, NRSV)

Let us pray: O God, you spoke your word and revealed your good news in Jesus, the Christ. So, we pray that you will fill each of us with that word again, so that by proclaiming your joyful promises to all nations and singing of your glorious hope to all peoples, so we may become one living body, the body of Christ on the earth. Amen.

Location, location, location.  You have heard how important it is, in many different facets of life.  Where you live, where you work, where you are seen matters.

A house in one location can sell for quadruple the amount of the exact same house in another location.  If you have the corner office with the window view, your paycheck looks a lot different than if your work in the mailroom in the basement.

We see location come into play in the world of politics all the time. Pretty soon we will be gearing up for another presidential election (God help us all), and the potential candidates will choose very carefully where they are seen, where they make their announcement of running, where they give their stump speeches.  Will it be in a board room with executives, will it be a large fancy dinner with guests paying thousands of dollars to attend, or will be at a local diner in a small midwestern town where the everyday folk hang out.  Wherever they appear it is well calculated to send a message.  Location, location, location.

Even with Jesus, even in the Word of God, location matters.  Always pay attention to where something is happening.  It means something, usually something deep and powerful.  Our location impacts how we hear a scripture passage.

For example, in Matthew’s Gospel, Jesus delivers the Sermon on the Mount, up on a mountain, hence Sermon on the Mount, the Beatitudes.  It was a sermon he gave to his disciples, his trusted followers, away from the crowds.

Blessed are the poor in spirit

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness

A powerful message and set the stage for the disciple’s ministry.

But in Luke’s Gospel, the sermon Jesus delivers cuts to the chase and goes right for the heart.  None of this poor in spirit or hungering for righteousness.  Jesus leaves no gray area, he is cut and dry and brutally clear.   But, did you notice where Jesus delivers this sermon?   Not high on a mountain, or low in a valley, but on the level plain.

Here is some background for his sermon, the story was out about Jesus, people from all over were hearing about his healing power.  They wanted to see him for themselves. Many of them had physical ailments and wanted to be healed. So as Jesus was walking among them, people were clamoring to touch him, to feel his power.  Over here Jesus.  Heal me, please heal me.

And then Jesus began to speak.  You can imagine an immediate quiet fell over the crowd – “Hush, the healer is going to speak.  How will he make our lives better?”  And so, they listened. His first words must have been such a welcome to the crowds. 

“Blessed are the poor, the hungry, the weeping.

Blessed are the hated, the reviled, the defamed, on account of the son of Man.”

The crowd was probably tracking with him, feeling pretty good, agreeing with his message. Then Jesus goes from preaching to meddling.  When he says, the “woes,” and the woes change everything.

“Woe to you who are rich, for you have received your consolation.

Woe to you are full now, for you will be hungry

Woe to you who are laughing now, for you will mourn and weep.

Woe to you when all speak well of you, for that is what their ancestors did to the false prophets.”

WOE!

You see, location matters, it matters in how we hear this sermon.  Where we are in life impacts how we hear what Jesus is saying. Again, back to Matthew’s version, which is much more palatable to our North American ears.  While how we hear Luke’s, version puts us in a defensive mode.  In Matthew Jesus delivered this sermon high on a mountain, but Luke moves Jesus to a much different location; down in the plains, down with the people, looking them eye to eye, heart to heart, hand to hand.  Location matters.

In Guatemala, as in many third world countries, there is a literal pecking order of where people live.  The poorer you are the lower on the hill or the mountain you live.  The wealthy you are, the higher up you can afford to live on the mountain.  At the bottom of the hill is where all the trash is dumped and the sewage flows.  Location means everything.  You either look up or down at life and the world.  It strikes me that Jesus comes down the mountain to the level plain to engage people on the same level, not looking up or looking down.  A flat place is where everyone is equal.  And that is the vision of the kingdom that Jesus is talking about.

It is a vision of what the Kingdom of God will be. 

Blessed are the poor and the weeping and the hurting, because they know they need God.

Woe to the rich and the powerful and the well fed, because they think they are in control and don’t know how to fully rely on God.

Please hear me and understand, that I am not in any way, shape or form, romanticizing the poor or the hungry.   No one would choose such a life.  Being poor, hungry, filled with grief is a hard life, filled with pain and heart ache. Never knowing where your next meal is coming from, or a warm place to live, a bed to sleep in, joy for your heart.  But being at rock bottom you just might be more aware of God’s grace when the meal does arrive.

When you are weeping uncontrollably and hurting deep down in your soul, then you know that God is the only one who can give any comfort or peace or help.

When you are lonely and scared and at your wits end, you just might find yourself on your knees praying God I need you.

But those of us who live comfortable, lives of abundance, who don’t really want for anything.  Hear this sermon much differently.  Why, because our material prosperity helps us to believe that we are self-sufficient, and it lulls us away from the kingdom of God.  When we are so encumbered by things, we can’t see clearly.   When we have so much stuff and wealth and food and entertainment, we get more caught up in ourselves with no real need of Jesus and his healing power.  

Blessed are those who live in dependence on God rather than self.

Blessed are those who live lives utterly dependent on God for life, for sustenance, for well-being.

Blessed are those who don’t have a grip on life for God will show the way.

Woe to those who don’t know what it is like to need God to trust God alone.

Woe to those who are so encumbered by things that a quest for righteousness is foreign.

Woe to those who are so satisfied with this world that they don’t yearn for the kingdom of God.

So, what does Jesus sermon on the plain have to say to us, well fed, comfortable, rich Episcopalians and Presbyterians?  Could it be that it means that we need to come down from our mountain or our hill?  We need to visit the plains.  See people eye to eye, heart to heart and hand to hand.  Rethink our own needs and wants.  Re-adjust where we place our trust.  Begin seeing the world the way Jesus does, where all are equal, and all are fed, and all are loved.  Location makes all the difference in the world.

Perhaps Psalm 1 says it best: Happy are those who do not follow the advice of the wicked, or take the path that sinners tread, or sit in the seat of scoffers. But their delight is in the law of the Lord, and on his law, they meditate day and night.

May it be so in your life and in mine.  Amen.

The Unexpected and Inconvenient Word of the Lord

February 3, 2019

The Fourth Sunday after Epiphany

Service for the Lord’s Day with Installation of Vestry Session Officers

Indian Hill Church

Cincinnati, OH

Jeremiah 1:4-10

Psalm 71:1-6

Luke 4:21-30

Reverend Dr. Stephen Caine

4:21 Then he began to say to them, “Today this scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing.” 22 All spoke well of him and were amazed at the gracious words that came from his mouth. They said, “Is not this Joseph’s son?” 23 He said to them, “Doubtless you will quote to me this proverb, ‘Doctor, cure yourself!’ And you will say, ‘Do here also in your hometown the things that we have heard you did at Capernaum.'” 24 And he said, “Truly I tell you, no prophet is accepted in the prophet’s hometown. 25 But the truth is, there were many widows in Israel in the time of Elijah, when the heaven was shut up three years and six months, and there was a severe famine over all the land; 26 yet Elijah was sent to none of them except to a widow at Zarephath in Sidon. 27 There were also many lepers in Israel in the time of the prophet Elisha, and none of them was cleansed except Naaman the Syrian.” 28 When they heard this, all in the synagogue were filled with rage. 29 They got up, drove him out of the town, and led him to the brow of the hill on which their town was built, so that they might hurl him off the cliff. 30 But he passed through the midst of them and went on his way. (Luke 4:21-30, NRSV)

Let us pray: O God of all the prophets, you knew us and chose us before you formed us in the womb. Fill us with faith that speaks your word, hope that does not disappoint, and love that bears all things for your sake, until that day when we shall know you fully, even as we are known by you. Amen.

In a church a long way from here the preacher stood to preach. Her sermon notes were arranged on the pulpit.  Just as the preacher was about to begin, a woman walked into the sanctuary off the street and proceeded to walk down the center aisle to the front of the sanctuary shouting, “I have a word from the Lord!”

The congregation was startled, this kind of thing never happens in their stately church.  All their heads swirled to see this interruption and to see how the preacher would handle her.  What word from the Lord could this woman possibly bring? Before anyone could find out – the ushers sprang into action and they asked the woman to follow them out of the sanctuary and into the church parlor where they could speak with her and calm her down.

Interesting, isn’t it? Sunday after Sunday, George and I stand up here, he walks and talks and I stand behind this pulpit, we read stories from the bible, and some of them are very strange and when we finish, we say: The Word of The Lord. And you respond: Thanks be to God!

As far as I can tell nobody gets tense or angry.  Your heads don’t spin in concern.  The ushers don’t leap into action. Instead, people follow along in their bibles or the pew bibles. Some of you fiddle with your bulletins. Others of you look at your watches wondering how much longer will he go on? Still others look around gazing out the beautiful windows, watching the squirrels  steal food from the bird feeders. Or you look to make sure your child is not causing trouble and some of you are deep in thought. Nobody is overly concerned when George or I finish the scripture reading and say, The Word of the Lord.

I guess this story points out that how the person who is addressing the congregation is perceived says a lot about how their message will be heard, but that is another sermon for another day.

It was a normal Sabbath in Nazareth, just what you would expect.  A son of the synagogue had come home, Joseph and Mary’s boy, Jesus, was home for the weekend.  He was invited to read the lesson and say a few words.  He was well known by the congregation.   They remembered him as a young boy growing up in their congregation.  They remembered him running through the synagogue and playing with their children.   They remembered his bar mitzvah and what a stellar student he was.   They were proud of him and what he had made of himself.  They heard that he was traveling in Capernaum and other towns preaching and healing. They were so excited for him and that he was one of their own.  So, they settled in to listen to what he had to say.  And he began speaking…The word of the Lord.

We say it, just like we said it moments ago, “Thanks be to God” for the word of the Lord — but do we really want to hear it?  When you stop and think about it the word of the Lord can be disruptive.  The word of the Lord is news, good news, but this good news changes things, and most of us don’t like to change. Someone has said that when we read the newspaper or watch the news on TV, we are not really interested in news.  What we are interested in is confirming that the world is pretty much the same.

“Politician A criticizes politician B.”

“A gunman kills…”

“There is more violence and death in the Middle East.”

“The President tweeted again, and this group of people is upset.”

“Yep! Sure enough, that is what we expected. That is the way the world is and always will be!”

Good news — real good news — is surprising, unexpected and world changing! Good news means that the world is not the way it was yesterday.  A word from the Lord — good news!  Good news means change, and we all know how much Presbyterians and Episcopalians love change.

So, Jesus came home and preached good news to the people of Nazareth.  At first, they listened with a smile.  No one was tense.  No ushers rushed into action.  People in the pew were proud of him.  Think how Mary and Joseph must have been about to burst with pride at what a fine young man their son had grown into.

But then his words sunk in. “Today this scripture is fulfilled in your hearing.” Today on the first Sunday of February— not yesterday, not sometime in ancient history— but today.  Today these words are fulfilled—fulfilled— coming true, made real, enacted, in your very midst, in your hearing—today! 

What happened that day in Nazareth is this: Jesus preached from Isaiah about God’s love, about God’s grace.   Scripture tells us that all those who heard Jesus, “spoke well of him and were amazed at the gracious words that came from his mouth.”  Then in a matter of moments that adoring congregation turns into a lynch mob.  They got up and drove him out of town and tried to throw him off a cliff.

Let’s get this straight:  Jesus preaches about grace, and it makes people so angry that they tried to kill him.  Luke tells us that Jesus reads this passage from Isaiah about God’s grace and reminds the congregation of two stories from the Torah.  One story is about Elijah who helped the widow at Zarephath during a severe famine and the other is about Elisha, who healed a leper of Syria, a foreigner.  Jesus uses the Torah, their sacred text to show his hometown congregation that there is a wideness in God’s grace and that there are no limits to God’s love.  Aha!  That is what happened that day in Nazareth!  Jesus preached the Unexpected and Inconvenient Word of the Lord.

Jesus begins by saying… “The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he has anointed me to bring good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim release to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to let the oppressed go free, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.”  The congregation expected Joseph’s boy to affirm them and to confirm for them their deeply held belief that they alone were the recipients of God’s grace.   But Jesus understood that he is God’s son, and that in his baptism he was anointed to fulfill the purposes of God.  Those purposes include all people, not just the good folks listening to him that day in Nazareth. And when Jesus preached the good news of God’s love and grace, they got angry!

The Bible has a way of doing that to us!  There is a wideness in God’s mercy that sometimes makes us angry.  There is a deep irony in this story: the sinful yet all too human tendency to resent God’s generosity to others.  We are happy to be recipients of God’s grace and generosity, but we get angry when others are included in God’s gift.

In a synagogue on that day, and in our congregation on Super Bowl Sunday and in churches all over the world, somebody is reading scripture.  Somebody is standing up and reading about God, the one who created heaven and earth, who filled the night sky with stars and put fish in the sea, who created and loves human beings with such deep and passionate love that he gave his only Son to die on a cross to save us from our sin — that God loves each of us, all shapes and sizes, all colors and nationalities, all economic classes and physical needs, the well fed and the hungry — and that is Good News and it changes lives.  The great Good News of Scripture, the good news that angered the people at Nazareth that day is that God loves us, all of us!  God always has and God always will.  Friends, this is the word of the Lord. Thanks Be to God!

Let us pray: O God of grace, we long for your presence, but that grace often comes to lead us in surprising directions. Open our hearts to trust the ways of your work among us, most surprisingly in the gift of your son, Jesus. Amen.

Many and One

January 27, 2019

Service for the Lord’s Day

Annual Congregational Meeting

Indian Hill Church

Cincinnati, OH

1 Corinthians 12:12-31

Reverend Dr. Stephen Caine

12: 12 For just as the body is one and has many members, and all the members of the body, though many, are one body, so it is with Christ. 13 For in the one Spirit we were all baptized into one body—Jews or Greeks, slaves or free—and we were all made to drink of one Spirit. 14 Indeed, the body does not consist of one member but of many. 15 If the foot would say, “Because I am not a hand, I do not belong to the body,” that would not make it any less a part of the body. 16 And if the ear would say, “Because I am not an eye, I do not belong to the body,” that would not make it any less a part of the body. 17 If the whole body were an eye, where would the hearing be? If the whole body were hearing, where would the sense of smell be? 18 But as it is, God arranged the members in the body, each one of them, as he chose. 19 If all were a single member, where would the body be? 20 As it is, there are many members, yet one body. 21 The eye cannot say to the hand, “I have no need of you,” nor again the head to the feet, “I have no need of you.” 22 On the contrary, the members of the body that seem to be weaker are indispensable, 23 and those members of the body that we think less honorable we clothe with greater honor, and our less respectable members are treated with greater respect; 24 whereas our more respectable members do not need this. But God has so arranged the body, giving the greater honor to the inferior member, 25 that there may be no dissension within the body, but the members may have the same care for one another. 26 If one member suffers, all suffer together with it; if one member is honored, all rejoice together with it.  27 Now you are the body of Christ and individually members of it. 28 And God has appointed in the church first apostles, second prophets, third teachers; then deeds of power, then gifts of healing, forms of assistance, forms of leadership, various kinds of tongues. 29 Are all apostles? Are all prophets? Are all teachers? Do all work miracles? 30 Do all possess gifts of healing? Do all speak in tongues? Do all interpret? 31 But strive for the greater gifts. And I will show you a still more excellent way. (1 Corinthians 12:12-31, NRSV)

Let us pray: In you, O Lord, we find our joy, through your law and your prophets you formed a people in mercy and freedom, in justice and righteousness. So, we pray that you will pour out your Spirit on us today, that we who are Christ’s body may bear the good news of your promises to all. Amen.

Every so often a biblical text seems to fit the focus of a Sunday or the work of the church so perfectly, that it makes me wonder if it is truly a gift from God. This Sunday is one of those occasions when the focus of our worship and the work of the congregation coincide with the wisdom of the lectionary. Today is the annual congregational meeting and the epistle reading for today is the well-known admonition from the Apostle Paul using the metaphor of the human body as the body of Christ, the church. Paul deals with what it means to be united when we are so different. How to be one amid diversity. How to remain together with such talented and gifted people who make up the church and how we relate to each other.

My sermon for today is based on Paul’s teaching in Corinth around the year A.D. 54 or 55, two decades or so after Jesus. The new Corinthian church was growing and doing well. They reported that they were filled with knowledge and using the “spiritual gifts” that God blessed them with.   But, with most growth and change not all the news from Corinth was so good. These gifts that should have drawn the Corinthian Christians closer together was instead causing jealousy, division, and schisms in the church. The lines were being drawn between the more conservative Jewish Christians and the more liberal Greek Christians, between the politically enslaved and the politically free, between those who emphasize speaking in tongues and those who emphasized speaking boldly about Christ, between the followers who were loyal to the teachings of Paul or Peter or Apollos.  There were many factions in this church, and each of them was equally passionate and committed to their viewpoints and beliefs.  So, they asked the Apostle Paul for guidance, “What shall we do with all these divisions in the church?” Chapters 12-14 of the book of I Corinthians are Paul’s cohesive response to the issue of diversity and division with the church.

Paul says, “The body is one and has many members.” “The body” in this case means more than one thing.  He (Paul) is mixing his metaphors here in a beautiful way as he uses the physical body to describe the communal body of the church sense.

I can’t read this passage without thinking back to my former church in small town Tennessee and the old curmudgeon Roman Catholic Priest, in our local ministerial association used to say about this text…” some members of the body of Christ are the hemorrhoids! Every church has got them.” Anyway.

So, there we sat gathered around a table, on Wednesday morning. All very committed members of the Indian Hill Church but we were also Republicans and Democrats, Independents and moderates. Young, middle age and elderly. Discussing the recent unpleasantness in Washington DC that was captured on a camera phone and quickly went viral for all to see, to pass judgement and to condemn. If a picture is worth 1000 words, then video tells so much more.  As time passed and the story evolved, we found out that it was much more complicated than it first seemed, a face-off between a Catholic High School Junior and a Native American elder on the steps of the Lincoln memorial over a week ago.

It was clear that as we discussed the recent event that we would never come to a conscious and that is not my point, because we are all entitled to our opinions and our viewpoints, no matter how diverse.  No, what struck me was what kept us together.  When it was clear that we all would not agree on the interpretation of this recent event why did we continue talking? What kept us from throwing salt shakers and silverware at each other?  Trying to stab each other with our forks or worse.  Dividing up into camps of Red and Blue, declaring war and never gathering around a table again?   It is what I believe the Apostle Paul is getting at in this passage.

There is one Spirit, but a variety of gifts as well as opinions.

There is one Lord, but a variety of ways that people serve.

There is one God and Father, but a variety of ways that people work for the kingdom. God gives different gifts to different people.

Some, are hardcore to the right;

Others, just as hardcore to the left.

A Few of us are much too confused to be either.

Some, a passion for a more literal interpretation of the Bible,

Others, a passion for a more open and progressive interpretation of the Bible.

All of us, however, is bound together with love. 

In just the same way, that each and every one of us in this room today is inspired by the one and same Spirit, the Spirit who gives to each person their unique and different perspective, their passions and their gifts. This is what Paul is teaching.  Diversity in oneness is okay, not only is it okay it is a gift from God.  Work together to stay together.

Just as the human body is a unified whole, composed of millions of different parts, so is Christ and his body.

The human body is miraculously complex,

With 60 million cells,

With 36 million heart beats every year,

With 300 billion red cells produced every day,

With 60,000 miles of blood vessels in each body.

Just as the human mind cannot begin to fathom the complexity of its own body, so it is with us, with the body of Christ. Our minds cannot comprehend the complexity of the body of Christ.[1] 

Christ is a living body, composed of billions of parts, miraculously complex, with billions of members, located in millions of different settings, with thousands of different languages, with thousands of unique cultures and billions of expressions of the true faith…throughout all the centuries of recorded time.

The human mind cannot begin to fathom the complexity of the body of Christ, any more than the human mind can imagine the 60,000 miles of blood vessels in one’s own physical body.

As the Apostle Paul says, we have these gifts, these passions in our hearts, these workings, these ways of serving God and God’s kingdom; but if you don’t have love inside of you for our sisters and brothers, who think and feel differently than you, then you are nothing. The greatest gift that God has for you and me, all of us, is love is love.  Love for people who don’t think like you.  Love for people who do not share your point of view of the world, of politics, of life.  Love is a sappy, over used, misunderstood word— but it is what holds us — the body of Christ together. The greatest of these is love.

Amen.


[1] Reverend Edward F. Markquart, Division, Diversity, and Oneness in the Parish: A Conflict Drama

Let Us Listen

January 6, 2019 (Epiphany)

Service for the Lord’s Day with Holy Communion

Indian Hill Church

Cincinnati, OH

Isaiah 60:1-6

Psalm 72:1-7, 10-14

Matthew 2:1-12

Reverend Dr. Stephen Caine

60:1 Arise, shine; for your light has come, and the glory of the LORD has risen upon you. 2 For darkness shall cover the earth, and thick darkness the peoples; but the LORD will arise upon you, and his glory will appear over you. 3 Nations shall come to your light, and kings to the brightness of your dawn. 4 Lift up your eyes and look around; they all gather together, they come to you; your sons shall come from far away, and your daughters shall be carried on their nurses’ arms. 5 Then you shall see and be radiant; your heart shall thrill and rejoice, because the abundance of the sea shall be brought to you, the wealth of the nations shall come to you. 6 A multitude of camels shall cover you, the young camels of Midian and Ephah; all those from Sheba shall come. They shall bring gold and frankincense, and shall proclaim the praise of the LORD. (Isaiah 60:1-6, NRSV)

2:1 In the time of King Herod, after Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea, wise men from the East came to Jerusalem, 2 asking, “Where is the child who has been born king of the Jews? For we observed his star at its rising, and have come to pay him homage.”  3 When King Herod heard this, he was frightened, and all Jerusalem with him; 4 and calling together all the chief priests and scribes of the people, he inquired of them where the Messiah was to be born. 5 They told him, “In Bethlehem of Judea; for so it has been written by the prophet: 6 ‘And you, Bethlehem, in the land of Judah, are by no means least among the rulers of Judah; for from you shall come a ruler who is to shepherd my people Israel.'”  7 Then Herod secretly called for the wise men and learned from them the exact time when the star had appeared. 8 Then he sent them to Bethlehem, saying, “Go and search diligently for the child; and when you have found him, bring me word so that I may also go and pay him homage.” 9 When they had heard the king, they set out; and there, ahead of them, went the star that they had seen at its rising, until it stopped over the place where the child was.  10 When they saw that the star had stopped, they were overwhelmed with joy. 11 On entering the house, they saw the child with Mary his mother; and they knelt down and paid him homage. Then, opening their treasure chests, they offered him gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh.  12 And having been warned in a dream not to return to Herod, they left for their own country by another road. (Matthew 2:1-12, NRSV)

Let us pray: O God of light and peace, whose glory, shining in the child of Bethlehem, still draws the nations to yourself: dispel the darkness that shrouds our path, that we may come to kneel before Christ in true worship, offer him our hearts and souls, and return from his presence to live as he has taught. Amen.

It is hard getting back to reality after the Christmas season this year.   Not that any year is easy to come back to reality following the highs of Christmas, but this year seems much harder!  I wanted to hold on to the excitement and the hope and the joy of, yet another beautiful Christmas Eve this year with four beautiful services followed by the wonder of Christmas morning.  I wanted to stay in the comfort of my family.  Of course, none of that can last.  Family time can get old when we stay too long.  The excitement and hope of Christmas morning cannot be sustained much past noon.  And I certainly cannot continue to eat like I did for the last few weeks.  Reality has come back and come back way to fast!  Listening is important in life and in faith and it helps to listen to the familiar story of the three wisemen to ease the harshness of reality. 

It is story for all the senses.  You can see this story in your mind, you can feel this story, but one of the most often overlooked parts of this story is the listening.  I want us to notice that the wisemen listened and it is something to pay very close attention too.  Listening is important in life and in faith.

Many centuries ago, these wise men living in the Eastern lands of the ancient world, probably from Persia, which is modern day Iran.   Were fascinated by an amazing sight in the night sky, the rising of a new star, or maybe it was a comet blazing brightly across dark winter sky.  They knew this brilliant light was no normal star, it had to be a sign that something momentous had happened.

We won’t sing it today but the Christmas carol “We three kings of Orient are…” is technically incorrect because they weren’t kings.  More than likely they were philosophers and astrologers, some scholars believe they were Zoroastrian priests.  But whoever they were, these wise men kept watch on the night sky.  Looking for signs and clues in the heavens above. 

So, Matthew tells us that just as Jesus was born, they saw this new star rising in the western sky over Judea, the land of the Jews.  Using all their powers of analysis and interpretation, they determined that this star was a sign that a new king had been born.

Intrigued, these wise men wanted to find out who this king was, and they wanted to pay him respect.  So, they set out toward the west in the direction of Judea and they followed the bright star in the sky.  The bible doesn’t tell us how they traveled but our imaginations tell us they had to have ridden camels because what else do you travel in the desert?  Matthew tells us when they reached the city of Jerusalem, they immediately went to Herod’s palace.  Herod was the only king in that region.  So, it made perfect sense for these Iranian Magi to show up at Herod’s palace asking to see the new king.  Now this is where the story gets interesting.

Apparently, Herod didn’t watch the stars or listen to his advisors who did because he was totally unaware of any new king.  Neither did he know what the wise men were talking about.  As he listened to them, he was filled with fear.  Acting on his fear he orders his soldiers to destroy the threat and kill all the boys in Bethlehem, 2 years old and under.  While Herod was afraid the Wisemen, were filled with intrigue and as they listened, they wanted to see this miraculous event. They listened as Herod told them to go to Bethlehem, and search diligently for the child; and when you have found him, bring me word so that I may also go and pay him homage.[1] The wisemen left the palace and followed the star that led them directly to Bethlehem and the stable where they found the baby.

What they did not know was that this baby, this new king born in Judea was not only the King of the Jews, but actually the King of Kings and Lord of Lords, the savior of all, and his name was Jesus.

So, when the wisemen entered the stable, they bowed down before the infant Jesus and offered him their gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh.  What kind of gifts are those?  Scholars think that frankincense was presented to the infant Jesus to symbolize his later role as a high priest for believers while myrrh symbolized his later death and burial.

We don’t know much about the wisemen, except they were outsiders, Iranian astrologers, it is believed that they traveled well over 1,000 miles to come and worship the king.  While King Herod, an insider, was scared by the threat of a baby, a mere 6 miles away in Bethlehem.  But these strange foreign pagan wisemen were unafraid and followed the star and found the king.  As much as we might want to see these Wise Men as innocent and uninformed immigrant travelers, they are so much more. They bear witness to the new king, the real king, even though they not born into the faith, or raised in the faith, they believe.  They trust their own experience, their own encounter, their own epiphany.  They understand that there just might be more to the story than what they have been told.  And therein lies the heart of our Christian faith.[2]  They followed the star because they listened, they keep on going and found the real king.  Listening is important in life and in faith.

It is especially important for us here at IHC beginning a New Year to listen.  We, the Vestry Session will be presenting a new plan for the mission and ministry of our church.  It is a positive plan for growth and discipleship.  It is a plan to streamline policies and procedures, build on our strengths and improve our growth areas. All of this is to say that a major component of this year we will need to listen, listen to each other, and most especially listen for God. Listening is important in life and in faith.

What will you and I listen for this year? Frederick Buechner the American writer and theologian encourages us to, “Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery it is.  In the boredom and pain of it, no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it, because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace.” There is no event, no moment that God is not present.[3]

How appropriate that we start 2019 off in the church with Holy Communion.  How fitting to begin a New Year with breaking bread together, not alone, not distant, but together, around Christ’s table.  For it is in a community of faith where we help each other listen and find the holy, the meaningful, the hopes to sustain us this new year and beyond.  What a blessing to remind each other that Christ died for you and for me so that we might have life, abundant life both now and forever.  Christmas might be gone for another 353 days, but the peace and joy and hope remain.  Listening is important in life and in faith, so let us listen to our lives and for God.

Let us pray


[1] Matthew 2:9, NRSV

[2] Reverend Dr. Caroline Lewis

[3] Reverend Frederick Buechner, Listening to Your Life, Daily Meditations with Frederick Buechner Page 2, (1992)