Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you; and before you were, I set you apart (Jeremiah 1:5)

Wednesday, January 12, 2022

Prepare for Something More

 “Prepare for Something More” was preached at First Presbyterian Church of Allentown, PA on December 6, 2020. You can hear/watch this sermon here, starting at 35:00.

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Mark 1:1-8

1 The beginning of the good news of Jesus Christ, the Son of God.

2 As it is written in the prophet Isaiah,

“See, I am sending my messenger ahead of you,

    who will prepare your way;

3 the voice of one crying out in the wilderness:

    ‘Prepare the way of the Lord,

    make his paths straight,’”

4 John the baptizer appeared in the wilderness, proclaiming a baptism of repentance for the forgiveness of sins. 5 And people from the whole Judean countryside and all the people of Jerusalem were going out to him, and were baptized by him in the river Jordan, confessing their sins. 6 Now John was clothed with camel’s hair, with a leather belt around his waist, and he ate locusts and wild honey. 7 He proclaimed, “The one who is more powerful than I is coming after me; I am not worthy to stoop down and untie the thong of his sandals. 8 I have baptized you with water; but he will baptize you with the Holy Spirit.”

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It’s been a year.

We have been together for one year.

A year ago, on the second Sunday of Advent in 2019, I started at First Presbyterian Church of Allentown as your Pastor for Youth and Faith Formation.

And what a year it has been.

To say I never could have guessed what this year would hold for us would be… an understatement.

This year has been so much more, both joyous and terrible, than any of us could have ever imagined. It has been difficult for all of us. But here we are, one year later, and that feels like an accomplishment, so today, I celebrate this and you and our relationship. I hope you feel like celebrating this too.

Because despite some of the obvious hardships we’ve experienced together over the past year, such as global pandemic, we’ve also experienced more discreet and unspoken hardships.

One of them being is listening to and supporting the call to ministry of a young gay pastor.

And for any of us who want to wave this off and say it’s no big deal… don’t! This is a big deal!

Because when you all called me to be your pastor a year ago, you committed to learning about what it means to care for and be cared for by a queer pastor who’s experience with the church is unlike any of its predecessors.

For example, ten years ago, when I was a freshmen in college, when I was pursuing a degree in finance and not divinity, the idea of someone like me being called a pastor was not only farfetched, it was forbidden. For it wasn’t until a year later that the ordination of LGBTQ+ individuals as Ministers, Elders, and Deacons was no longer prohibited. This doesn’t mean it was fully approved and it definitely wasn’t affirmed; it just was no longer prohibited.

This means for the first twenty years of my life, or the first 2/3rds of my life, the formative years as a child and youth (the very years you’ve entrusted me to form the faith in your very own children in youth), the church made it very clear that was no place for people like me.

That is… until one person made room. And then another made room. And then others and others and others.

I think of The Rev. David Sindt, who during the 1974 General Assembly of the United Presbyterian Church of the USA, stood on the Assembly floor holding a hand-written sign that read, “Is anyone else out there gay?”

I think of any pastor who deviated from the norm, which once upon a time, pastors were exclusively straight white men. Countless women and pastors of color who have opened more doors for people on the margins of our society and the margins of our church. This includes Margaret Towner and every woman pastor that has followed in her place here at First Presbyterian Church of Allentown.

And now First Presbyterian Church of Allentown has a gay pastor and queer members.   

It was the ministry of trailblazers like Sindt and Towner whose actions led pivotal and holy transformations within the church that we so love. But what about those who came before Towner and Sindt? Because I’m sure that there were women who preceded Towner and queer people who preceded Sindt whose actions ended with rejection, ridicule, and pain. We don’t hear about them. We don’t celebrate their accomplishments. Their stories aren’t told today. They garner minimal attention, because they are the forerunners—those who plow the ground, destabilize the terrain, and make ready for change that is to come. They are not The One; they are those who come before The One. But we know it is forerunners who are the ones who pave the way for the rest of us, just as John paved the way for Jesus.

We heard that in our Mark passage. John is preparing the way for Jesus.

This passage is equivalent to the Christmas story as told in the Gospels of Matthew and Luke. But here you will find no babe in a manger or a weary young couple. Rather, here in the Gospel of Mark, the Good News of Jesus begins with the introduction of John the Baptist. Clothed in camel’s hair and leather, with a plate of locusts and honey nearby for a later meal, John’s life speaks of One who is to come. And we here that this scene is set in the wilderness.

Most of us would – I would assume – attribute the wilderness as possibly the desert or forests – I’m thinking of Tom Hanks from the movie Castaway – or maybe in the context for John, we’re possibly thinking the wilderness as life outside of human structure and civilization, similar to the Israelites wandering through the wilderness for forty years. Regardless, most of us would assume the wilderness that John was in was dirty, crazy, uncomfortable, and daunting – a place that needed to be conquered and defeated.

However, theologian Delores Williams offers a different version of the wilderness, one rooted in the experiences of enslaved persons and that remains present in the traditions of many American Black churches. Rather than a place to be feared, Williams reinterprets wilderness through the lens of the biblical Hagar: wilderness is a place of struggle and Spirit, both problematic and promising. For in the wilderness, Hagar meets God. Hagar’s experiences become symbolic of the African American experience of wilderness as both sacred and struggle-ridden. “For African American slaves,” writes Williams, “the wilderness did not bear the negative connotations that mainline white pioneer culture assigned to it.” Further, “The wilderness was a positive place conducive to uplifting the spirit and to strengthening religious life.”

The symbolic wilderness Williams describes reminds us to remember those who came before us and navigated the difficult terrain, preparing the way for generations to come. Forerunners. Perhaps understanding wilderness as a space where faith is cultivated and strengthened illuminates why “all the people of Jerusalem” went to John in the wilderness (1:5). They were drawn to a man on the margins with a message. And that message would lead them to Christ, who also was a figure on the margins with a message.

A few months ago, Stephen and I in our conversation sermon talked about liminal spaces and moments of liminality. A space and moment we are as a congregation are currently in… and in that sermon, we compared it to us wandering through the wilderness. Jan has also reminded us than we are in this moment of great transition; this wilderness.

But what if this wilderness we are in is more than just dirty, crazy, uncomfortable, and daunting but rather a space and time – a moment – in which we can find the sacred in our struggle? And what if the wilderness any of us experience as individuals is more than just a place that needs to be conquered and defeated but rather a space that is necessary for our faith to be strengthened by the Spirit’s intercession?  And what if the wilderness we are in right now is not a time in which we feel so isolated and alone but rather a time that we are called to remember that there has been and always will be a communion of saints – forerunners who have paved the way – that we too are now a part of? What if the invitation to wilderness is a call to prepare for something more? What if wilderness is not death to the church but rather a gateway to the resurrection?

Back to John – many of us know that the lives of Jesus and John ran parallel, up to John’s execution preceding Jesus’ execution. This reminds us that the journey of forerunners is not without risk and consequence. Margaret Towner was never recognized as a pastor or allowed to preach here at FPCA and David Sindt was never allowed to serve another church as a pastor after he came out as gay.  Like John -- Towner, Sindt, and so many other unknown and unsung forerunners were ridiculed and denied for what they believed was right; what God was doing in their lives. In the same way that John called early believers to repentance and suffered for his message, forerunners like Towner and Sindt called communities to equity and just practices and suffered for their message. Even today, those who dare to defy the status quo and speak truth to power, even naming what can be before it is realized, experience threat, peril, and endangerment. Yet with fortitude, forerunners persevere.

What is interesting and curious about the Gospel of Mark is the way that it starts in verse 1 of chapter 1 that we heard today: “The beginning of the good news of Jesus Christ, the Son of God.” – “The beginning.” The Gospel of Mark makes it clear that Jesus’ story is just the beginning of the Good News of God coming to us, because according to Mark, that story has not come to an end. It is continued into the life of communities of faith today.

And that brings us to us, here in the right now, a congregation in the wilderness made up of individuals who for whatever reasons are also experiencing our own versions of wilderness.  And it may seem daunting… but we must remember the good news of Christ also continues in our story. This is an opportunity for us to prepare the way of the Lord in new way built upon the foundation of the forerunners who prepared the way of the Lord for us. This day in Advent – may we all pause in gratitude for the sacrifices and the ministry forerunners have done in the wilderness for us. And may we gather their strength with our strength and continue to plow the ground, destabilize the terrain, and make ready for change that is to come. Because every Advent we remember it is the One – The Word Made Flesh -  who will come.

Thanks be to God. Amen. 

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Barry Smith, Rev. Beth Brown, and Rev. Janie Spahr in 2014 holding up the David Sindt Collage that was created by Barry Smith. The collage is housed in the archives of Lincoln Park Presbyterian Church in Chicago. Photograph courtesy of Barry Smith.

Read more on the ministry and life of David Sindt in this article. 


 

 

 

Monday, January 3, 2022

The Shepherd's Hope

 “The Shepherd’s Hope” was preached at First Presbyterian Church of Allentown, PA on Christmas Eve, December 24, 2021. Several leaders of the church told stories of hope through the perspective of those at the birth of Christ: Mary, Joseph, and the shepherds. You can hear/watch this sermon here, starting at 45:38.

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Luke 2:8-14

8 In that region there were shepherds living in the fields, keeping watch over their flock by night. 9 Then an angel of the Lord stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. 10 But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid; for see—I am bringing you good news of great joy for all the people: 11 to you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is the Messiah, the Lord. 12 This will be a sign for you: you will find a child wrapped in bands of cloth and lying in a manger.” 13 And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God and saying,

14 “Glory to God in the highest heaven,
           and on earth peace among those whom he favors!”

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You want to hear my story of hope?

A few years ago, I would have felt my story wasn’t worth sharing.

I am a shepherd.

And before you look down on me or feel bad for me or want to pray for me…

Don’t.

I’ve been a shepherd my whole life. I was born to be a shepherd; I didn’t choose it. This is the way your God – my God – made me to be.

Yes, when I was younger, this is not always how I wanted my life to be. I thought it was unfair. I had dreams of something else. Maybe being a king or having lots of wealth. I dreamed of being powerful. I dreamed of people looking at me and me leading them. Oh, I dreamed a lot. I prayed a lot.

But somewhere along the way, my dreams shifted. I started dreaming of my life as a shepherd, a wanderer and a nomad, alongside my crazy and wild, loving family. These dreams became my reality. And my reality became my joy.

So you don’t you feel sorry for me. I like being a shepherd.

Maybe I’m not wealthy or powerful or even respected… but this is the life for me… and I’m happy.

Or I thought I was. No, I am. I am happy. I worked really hard to be happy with my life as a shepherd. But something was missing. I didn’t know it at the time. I was happy but I could be happier. Sorry, I’m messing this up. I’m a shepherd; not a preacher. I was happy but I wasn’t complete. You know what I mean?

I didn’t know there was more for my life until one night.

On a regular eve, as I was out with my people doing our thing, watching our flocks by night, the brightest light appeared in the sky. I heard a scream. I honestly didn’t know if it was me or a buddy of mine. And then a loud voice towered over us.

“Do not be afraid!” – Yeah, right! I’m shaking at this point.

“I am bringing you good news of great joy for all the people: to you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign for you: you will find a child wrapped in bands of cloth and lying in a manger’”

A sign? A child? A manger?

Then, the light shined even brighter and I heard a multitude of voices and song and laughter and and and… I heard hope.

I heard hope.

And I look over, and I see my friends and they see me, and we don’t even have to say anything. We smile and we just start walking. We have to find this child.

Because that’s the something more that was missing.

And your God – my God – sorry, our God – wanted someone like me – a shepherd – to welcome this child into our world. And by sharing my story of hope with you, I know God wants you to be there too.

You ready? Let’s go!

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Swanson, John August. Shepherds, from Art in the Christian Tradition, a project of the Vanderbilt Divinity Library, Nashville, TN. https://diglib.library.vanderbilt.edu/act-imagelink.pl?RC=58575 [retrieved January 3, 2022]. Original source: www.JohnAugustSwanson.com - copyright 1985 by John August Swanson.