My sermon from today at Living Waters UMC:
(Mark 5. 21-43) The gospel today says much to us about faith.
The faith of Jairus- a man who, out of love, calls Jesus to help.
The faith of the woman in the crowd- who dared, out of the desire to cease her suffering-
to touch the robe of Jesus as he passed by.
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have such faith?
Or are you a person of that faith now?
If you already have that faith, you can relax, because I won’t be talking directly to you this morning- but you can help me if I stumble.
I don’t think that will be very many of you.
I know, because I’m not sure I have that kind of faith.
I would like to believe as an ordained person, a professional Christian, that I have some sort of leg up on that faith, but it’s just not true.
I believe, but I’m not sure if it’s always faith.
I have many things that get in the way of that simple trust that God is greater than I am.
Fear does that.
Gets in the way.
Love of money gets in the way.
Anger and resentment and cynicism and pain- they all can keep me from trusting that God has things under control- or at least- like a parent watching a child make a huge mess and then helping them clean it up- God is still waiting with us to see how much of a mess we make before he has to step in again.
This week has been a particularly significant one for me. June usually is- with Gay Pride and my ordination anniversary and it’s such a beautiful time to be in Montana. June is beautiful, but it became even more beautiful for me in the last week, because there were three additional things of major significance that happened in my life.
Because of chronic illness and preexisting conditions, I am subsidized in my healthcare by the Federal government. There was a chance that it could be taken away from me by the Supreme Court. But, in a move that allowed my soul and my family to rest more easily at night, those subsidies were preserved.
I seriously did not know what I (or tens of thousands of Montanans) would do if the decision were not in our favor.
But it was.
And I knew I would handle what I had to if necessary, but it felt like a wind of grace blowing through my life.~
Like you, I watched the news in horror to learn of the Charleston Massacre in an African Methodist Episcopal church. During a bible study. By a man who was embraced by that congregation as a seeker- before he shot at them- causing death and destruction and injury to a peaceful place dedicated to Christ Emmanuel “God with us”. That’s what Emmanuel means- God with us. It didn’t seem like God was with them, did it? ~
I am a man whose relationship was not acknowledged legally across our country until Friday morning. And I have to say, that for the first time in my life, I feel like a full citizen of these United States- even though many people still hate me for what I am without ever caring about who I am. I feel grace in the affirmation of my dignity by the court we hold Supreme in this land.~
Three different and yet enormously important moments in my life packed into a few short days. Sometimes when I think about it, I feel a little giddy, drunk with the craziness of this week.
Right now you might be saying, “Two of those things were really good for you, Greg- but the other one, the shooting was very horrible. How can you put them together?”
Fair question.
Notice I didn’t say they were all happy moments- they were significant.
Significant is the daughter of a murdered mother looking at the killer and saying “I forgive you.”
Significant is the amount of compassion that allowed a symbol of oppression to be swiftly removed as an accessory to murder.
Significant is a nation that mourned the good people who lost their lives for trying their best to have faith in a world that so seldom supports it.
Significant when the President of the United States gives perhaps the best sermon I have heard in my life to a grieving nation and especially a grieving race of Americans who have been particularly plagued with violence, oppression and prejudice.
Like I said, significant.
If you haven’t seen that eulogy offered by President Obama, I officially recommend it. And I’d like to quote a few lines from it, because it gets right to the point of the message today. We can have all the faith we want- but without grace- we are nothing.
“Blinded by hatred, the alleged killer could not see the grace surrounding Reverend Pinckney and that Bible study group — the light of love that shone as they opened the church doors and invited a stranger to join in their prayer circle. The alleged killer could have never anticipated the way the families of the fallen would respond when they saw him in court — in the midst of unspeakable grief, with words of forgiveness. He couldn’t imagine that.
The alleged killer could not imagine how the city of Charleston, under the good and wise leadership of Mayor Riley — how the state of South Carolina, how the United States of America would respond — not merely with revulsion at his evil act, but with big-hearted generosity and, more importantly, with a thoughtful introspection and self-examination that we so rarely see in public life.
Blinded by hatred, he failed to comprehend what Reverend Pinckney so well understood — the power of God’s grace.
This whole week, I’ve been reflecting on this idea of grace. The grace of the families who lost loved ones. The grace that Reverend Pinckney would preach about in his sermons. The grace described in one of my favorite hymnals — the one we all know: Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now I’m found; was blind but now I see.
According to the Christian tradition, grace is not earned. Grace is not merited. It’s not something we deserve. Rather, grace is the free and benevolent favor of God — as manifested in the salvation of sinners and the bestowal of blessings. Grace.
As a nation, out of this terrible tragedy, God has visited grace upon us, for he has allowed us to see where we’ve been blind. He has given us the chance, where we’ve been lost, to find our best selves. We may not have earned it, this grace, with our rancor and complacency, and shortsightedness and fear of each other — but we got it all the same. He gave it to us anyway. He’s once more given us grace. But it is up to us now to make the most of it, to receive it with gratitude, to prove ourselves worthy of this gift.”
At some point, my friends, we have to allow our imperfect faith to meet God’s perfect grace.
And we have to believe that our feeble attempts to love will be assisted by the Grace of God and become an offering of sweetness and peace and substance and good.
That’s the story of the gospel today.
Even when we but try, God meets us in the person of Jesus Christ and offers us help with the power of the Holy Spirit.
He has raised those from the dead we have thought were lost forever.
He has alleviated our suffering- and the suffering of many throughout the world, because we have simply -with whatever small faith we possess- reached out to touch his garment.
So maybe this Gospel isn’t about faith after all.
Maybe it’s just simply about God’s grace- which is just another word for love- about God’s grace being unstoppable.
That’s what we call the Gospel, the Good News. God’s crazy love for us is unstoppable.
Amen
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