A sermon for Pentecost 8 Proper 12 Year A from The Rev. Linda Mackie Griggs                     Genesis 29:15-28 & Matthew 13:31-33, 44-52

 

“When morning came, it was Leah!”

Surpri-i-i-se! Perhaps we should have seen it coming. Jacob the Trickster, so richly and delightfully (to us, anyway) himself a victim of his uncle’s trickery. It’s perfect.

And yet, in spite of our amusement, there is tension here. Think of how extravagantly Jacob loved Leah’s younger sister Rachel; to agree at the outset to serve Laban seven years for her, and then another seven years due to Laban’s deceit—Jacob obviously saw Rachel as a pearl of great price.

Seven years. “…and they seemed to him but a few days because of the love he had for her.”

Outside of the Song of Songs, this type of evocative description of devotion is rare in scripture. So to see this great love cheated in such a way, even if there is a measure of justice in it, is unsettling.

And what of Leah, poor Leah. Humiliated at being foisted off on a man who doesn’t love her as part of her father’s game. Neither she nor Rachel has a lot of agency here, unlike the previous stories with Rebekah and Sarah. They made things happen. But here things happen to these young women, not because of them. So there’s tension here too.

So again, as we have done so often in this cycle of stories these past several weeks, we ask, where is God in all of this? What, amid all the drama and the levity and the perplexity, does this tell us about God, and about God’s word in Scripture?

For one thing, as we look back on the Patriarch/Matriarch stories in Genesis, we see a thread of inversion running through them; Isaac gets precedence over the older Ishmael, Jacob over Esau, Leah over Rachel. We are kept off balance all the time, wondering what these characters will do or say next. And then, as with Hagar in the wilderness, Abraham and Isaac on the mountain, and Jacob’s dream near Haran, God appears at the lowest and most critical moment. Surprise.

This is not a God who colors between the lines. This is a God who can be found in the depths, in the tension and the gray areas. This is a God who invites us to interrogate what we read–a God who turns things upside down.

Think again of Leah, the unloved first wife. Biblical tradition sees her as a usurper. She will have the honor of becoming the mother of many of the Twelve Tribes of Israel. We can’t help but ask, what kind of God would show such preference for the unloved? Oh, right—when you put it that way… Surprise.

When we ask these kinds of questions, we learn something we might not have expected.

As we see in Jesus’ parables today, it is the nature of God and God’s kingdom to be in places of paradox, because that is where we grow. We see the kingdom in tiny, seemingly insignificant things like yeast and mustard seeds, which pack enormous strength in tiny packages. We see the paradox of treasure, found where? Buried in dirt. We see a pearl of great price, which has grown from what? A speck of sand; an irritant in the oyster. We learn, from engaging with the paradoxical God of Scripture, that we are called to the perplexing and rewarding work of seeking wisdom through interrogating what we read and listening for God’s often surprising response. Which is not the same as reading for the purpose of confirming our expectations.

This penchant that God has for calling us into places of questioning and tension—of insisting that we think more deeply and at the same time more out of the box—this tends to fly in the face of the way many of us engage the world on a day-to-day basis.

We live in a dualistic, binary world of yes/no, black/white, for us/against us, red states/blue states. Even the technology that permeates our lives is premised on binary code that is a combination of zeros and ones symbolizing electronic switches that are on or off. One or the other. This dualistic structure can be helpful initially when forming societies and institutions. We need basic foundational framework or structures as we learn to engage with the world. The Israelites had the initial structure of the Ten Commandments. The earliest church had a basic structure of communal sacramental living. Our government has a basic structure in the Constitution. A fundamental framework is a good way to set things up, just as human social development begins by first learning the rules of behavior in order to get along in the world.

But as we, and our institutions, discover, structures and frameworks always meet with complexity and complications. It’s inevitable. Because stuff happens. And when stuff happens our basic framework is thrown into question and disruption. Then we have a choice, to be formed, or deformed, by it.

Deforming is what happens when we act out of fear. We hold rigidly to our positions on one side or another—yes/no, black/white, for/against—so that we are Right and the Other is Wrong. This is the tyranny of the binary, and it is why we struggle with some of these scripture passages that go against our expectations of how Matriarchs/Patriarchs/God should behave.

And as frustrating as unpredictability can be, we infinitely prefer to fight to be right rather than face the more challenging prospect of engaging with the tension formatively, of acknowledging the existence of gray areas and the potential for wisdom that comes from letting go of the fear of the unknown and unfamiliar. This requires humility and the ability to hold lightly to one’s own ego. When this happens we can find ourselves at a new level of maturity; of being able to interrogate and critique structures and institutions creatively and constructively.

By seeking the wisdom that resides, sometimes deeply embedded, within the stories of Scripture, we find that we are not just reading about God’s actions in history, we are attending to God’s call into where God is most likely to be found; in the gray areas, the uncomfortable places of tension and question.

How why in the world would we want to do that?

Look around. Look what happens to a world in which it is more important to be right than to seek wisdom. Finding God in the grey areas of Scripture helps us to do the vital work of facing the grey areas in our hearts and in our communities.

How we engage with Scripture can either mirror or change how we engage with the world around us. Listen:

“Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a net that was thrown into the sea and caught fish of every kind; when it was full, they drew it ashore, sat down, and put the good into baskets but threw out the bad. So it will be at the end of the age. The angels will come out and separate the evil from the righteous and throw them into the furnace of fire, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.”

I had a friend years ago who, when confronted with a passage like this, commented, “I like the idea that the bad guys are going to be punished in the end.” And of course, the assumption in this declaration is that we are the good guys and they are the bad guys. Whoever they are. This kind of uncritical reading leads to the tyranny of the binary. Us vs. Them. Us Normal People vs. those Different People.

Now, hat if we apply the lessons we’ve learned from questioning Scripture as we’ve been doing these past few weeks. Instead of an uncritical reading of this parable, leaving it as it is in its binary glory let’s seek the wisdom that resides outside the box– in the unexpected, the uncomfortable, and the surprising.

Ponder this: The kingdom of God, like a great net of fish, is filled with a diverse gathering of creatures. God’s dream is not that those in the net will fight and judge among themselves. The sorting isn’t up to them—that is up to God. And the nature of the sorting isn’t even up to those in the net; consider the possibility that separating righteous from unrighteous is something that happens within individuals, not between them—that the struggle between good and evil in the final reconciliation with God is an internal, not an external one. Whoa—now that’s thinking outside the box. Honestly, I’m not sure what that last judgment will look like, but I do know that Jesus says in the parable that it’s not my call to make. And the Second Commandment tells us to love our neighbors in the net, not shove them out of it. As much as we might want to do so sometimes.

Listen to the words of Steven Charleston, Native American elder and retired Bishop of Alaska:

“My life is not my own… In my tradition none of us are autonomous free agents making our own destiny as we go. We do not think in the singular, but the plural…I am forever connected to the welfare of others, born into a network of hope. I do not live for myself, but for our-self, for the well-being of all. This vision of life is where rugged individualism gives way to love: we leave no one behind.”

From Bishop Charleston’s perspective, the net in the parable could be seen as a network. Surprise.

So you see, when we speak of inspiration and Scripture—the inspiration isn’t just in the writing, it’s in the reading—and that’s a crucial point. Engagement in the paradoxes and grey areas, the willingness to question and to listen, these are vital to the flourishing of our communities and society, especially now. God’s call to us through Scripture to be part of God’s dream of reconciliation is an urgent one. And God’s promise to us, as to Jacob, is to be with us throughout the journey.

 

A Sermon for Pentecost 7 Proper 11 Year A  from The Rev. Linda Mackie Griggs

Genesis 28: 10-19a & Psalm 139:1-11, 22-23

 

 

So Jacob rose early in the morning, and he took the stone that he had put under his head and set it up for a pillar and poured oil on the top of it. He called that place Bethel.

Two passages this morning have become woven together in my head, and as a result , have been pondering thresholds—those in-between places of transition and transformation that can be filled with both anticipation and anxiety. Though we only read half of it today, Psalm 139 is one of my favorite psalms for threshold times; unique in its lyrical style, authenticity and vivid imagery. At the end of seminary, in a transitional point between school and ministry, I prayed the entire psalm every day during the General Ordination Exams. It reassured me of God’s presence and care, and helped me keep the ordeal in perspective. It helped to be reminded that four days of brutal testing are nothing when compared to the vastness of God’s creative and abiding love.

“You have searched me out and known me…”

This is why psalm 139 is often used as part of youth formation programs like Journey to Adulthood. Talk about a threshold time of life. While it is a time of exuberance, fun and adventure (some of which parents would rather never hear about…), it’s not the completely carefree time our selective memories would have us think. We elders have forgotten the pressures, the insecurities, and the emotional rollercoaster that teens deal with daily, compounded by the fact that they have yet to develop the coping mechanisms and sense of perspective that come with maturity. The teen years can be a joy, but face it; it can also be a jungle out there.

“…surely the darkness will cover me, and the light around me turn to night…”

There is so much going on with young people that puts them at risk. The usual social, family and academic pressures are difficult enough. But consider also the kids dealing with major existential issues; LGBT youth, teens of color, kids living in poverty or dysfunctional family situations. Many teens deal with depression. Many resort to risky behaviors as a way of testing boundaries, finding acceptance with peers, and numbing the pain of overwhelming life pressures. Adolescence is a wilderness even in ideal circumstances, and traveling that road can be hard and lonely. 

“You know my sitting down and my rising up; you know my thoughts from afar…”

Genesis doesn’t tell us how old Jacob was in our story today—in last week’s episode the writer tells us that he and Esau had grown up, but that can mean anything in this context. Regardless, I’d argue that many young folks could identify with what Jacob is feeling in this story.

But first a little background, since the Lectionary has skipped over an important piece of the story. Why is Jacob on the road toward Haran? Because, as I hinted last week, when Jacob cheated Esau out of his birthright, Jacob and mother Rebekah had more trickery up their sleeves. They hatched a plan to fool Isaac into giving Jacob the all-important paternal blessing that should have gone to his older twin. Esau, heartbroken and furious, vowed revenge, and Rebekah arranged to have Jacob flee.

“Where then can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence?”

And so now Jacob is on the road. Imagine his mental and emotional turmoil. He is alone; without family or community. He is fearful for his life, his trickster ways having caught up with him. He has treated his brother and his father horribly. Regardless of the fact that Rebekah shares the blame, he can’t take back what he’s done. The past is the past, and now he has to live with the consequences of his actions. How many young people do we know who have had this realization? (Or how many experienced it ourselves?)

Night falls, and Jacob is exhausted. A pillow of stone is an appropriate bed for this troubled young man.

“Surely the darkness will cover me…Search me out, O God…”

Jacob dreams of angels; a glorious dance in the sky above him, up and down a great celestial ladder linking heaven and earth. The Lord stands beside him and renews the promise made to Abraham; a promise of family, community, land, and a legacy. A promise of God’s abiding presence: “for I will not leave you until I have done what I have promised you.”

Notice that this is the first time God has ever spoken to Jacob. Neither he nor his brother is portrayed as having a close relationship to God; and yet here God is, at the lowest ebb of Jacob’s life, reassuring him that his future is bright and his legacy firm. This is a God of the unexpected. A God present in the darkest times.

“Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is so high that I cannot attain to it.”

A God of renewal. This threshold of Jacob’s life is about renewal on many levels: Renewal of God’s Promise. Renewal of God’s relationship with Jacob. Renewal of Jacob himself as he is invited into transformation; to quote a colleague, transformation from Trickster to Mensch; the Yiddish word for a person of integrity and honor. At this threshold Jacob begins the long and difficult process of maturing in his relationship with God and with others. He will discover what it is to be a mensch. Eventually.

“Search me out, O God… Look well whether there be any wickedness in me…” 

Jacob, at his lowest moment, has found God present with him in the depths, and by the grace of God he grasps the significance of what has happened: “This is none other than the house of God, and this is the gate of heaven.”

This kind of reassurance of God’s presence, this kind of renewal of relationship and self-hood, this kind of promise of a brighter future; all of these are what both Jacob and the psalmist experienced. And it is what we desire for our children, on any day, yes, but especially on their worst days, when anxiety and insecurity threaten to overwhelm them. I worry sometimes that the world we have created for our children is not really the blessing that it should be. Many young people look around them at climate change, political strife, nuclear proliferation, and they would be right to accuse us of wasting their inheritance; of leaving them a world that threatens to be dirtier, meaner and more dangerous than we found it. Have we added to the pressure on the next generations by squandering our own inheritance and our children’s as well?

“Surely the darkness will cover me…” but  “Darkness is not dark to you; the night is as bright as the day…” 

Both the Genesis passage and the psalm, woven together, invite us to resist the temptation to despair. They invite us to envision a world that is hopeful, not bleak. We owe it to our young people, not only to try to get our own generations’ acts together, but to create a framework of hope—a holy place, a Beth-el– for the Jacobs of this world; the ones wandering in a wilderness of uncertainty and insecurity, who struggle with their own failures and seek their place in a world that can feel pretty inhospitable.

There’s an elephant in the room here. I’m standing in this pulpit talking about ministering to young people and there are very few present in this congregation. I understand that. As I have said before, there are many, many reasons for this, but those reasons are NOT that teens don’t care about being loved, being trusted and having someone to trust in, and being given credit for inquiring and discerning hearts and minds. If the kids won’t come to us, then we must, at every opportunity make holy space—Beth-el– for them where they are.

Each one of us can be a place of refuge for a young person in our lives. Each one of us can mirror the psalmist’s image of God by truly listening and being present to youth as they struggle and when they triumph. We can proclaim to them a God who sides with the lonely and the marginalized; a God who knows the secrets of the heart and forgives us so much faster than we forgive ourselves.

The journey of a mensch-in-training can be formidable, but worthwhile, and this is what we need to reflect for the youth in our families and community. In Jacob’s ladder of angels we can see a dance of hope that reflects the ups and downs of life, and the constant reassurance that God’s promise is firm and God’s presence irrevocable. God calls us to walk compassionately and courageously with those who journey in the wilderness of youth and adolescence, perhaps remembering our own cringe-worthy moments to keep us from judging too harshly. And remember, when the going gets tough you can always remind them not to make fun of you for having trouble with the computer. Because after all you taught them how to use a spoon.

Let us pray.

Loving God, you see your children growing up in an
unsteady and confusing world: Show them that your ways
give more life than the ways of the world, and that following
you is better than chasing after selfish goals. Help them to
take failure, not as a measure of their worth, but as a chance
for a new start. Give them strength to hold their faith in you,
and to keep alive their joy in your creation; through Jesus
Christ our Lord. Amen.

 

 

 

 

 

A sermon for Pentecost 6, Proper 10, Year A  from     The Rev. Linda Mackie Griggs                Genesis 25:19-34 &  Matthew 13:1-9, 18-23

 

Then Jacob gave Esau bread and lentil stew, and he ate and drank, and rose and went his way. Thus Esau despised his birthright.

Jacob roughly measures a handful of cumin seed and toasts it until fragrant. Then he grinds the seeds while garlic and onion turn golden in a little oil. As he adds and stirs in the orange-red lentils he is reminded of the color of his twin’s unruly hair. Last, he adds water and sets it all to simmer. I wonder what he was thinking about as he worked. I wonder if he was plotting against his brother as he made sure the seasonings were just as Esau liked them—enough to make him drool in anticipation. Oh Esau—what an easy mark.: See food, want food, get food. A man driven by his appetites more than by his brain. Unlike Jacob. His appetites are a little more, well, sophisticated. His sights are higher than the next meal.

The storyteller has left fertile space between the lines of this tale. It is as rich and flavorful as Jacob’s stew—each bite revealing different nuances and textures. This is another chapter in the saga of the Patriarchs–and Matriarchs–of the faith, and it incorporates a familiar archetype—the Trickster, known throughout cultures to sow mischief and create conflict. Though in Jacob’s case his role as Trickster actually eventually serves to cement his role as Patriarch of the People of God. Leaving us, not for the first or the last time, to question God’s choices in patriarchs.

This story also serves as etiology. It’s related to Myth—it’s a way of speculating as to why things happen in a certain way. For example, the writers of Genesis knew that there was longstanding enmity between the peoples of Edom and Israel. What might the source of that conflict be? Well, it’s because of God’s prophecy to Rebekah that two nations were at war in her womb and the elder would serve the younger. Jacob was later known as Israel, and Esau as Edom, which is Hebrew for red, hence the repeated reference to that color as connected to Esau.

Etiology is a major function of Hebrew Scriptures. It often engages the big existential questions of who we are as people of God and why we are the way we are—why we do some of the things we do as human beings. That’s not to say that the explanations provided are definitive, but they can at least shed light on the attitudes and perceptions of the people who wrote these stories. The storytellers of Genesis don’t shy away from the hard truths of human nature—the tribalism, the violence– not only are these things revealed in the actions of the people, but also in images of God that often tell us a great deal more about the nature of the writers—and us–than they do about the nature of God.

But the true beauty of these stories is how they resonate—how they find us wondering about Jacob and Esau, in spite of what we may know (or not) about myth and etiology. We wonder about them as individuals, not as archetypes. We find ourselves identifying, to some extent or another, with these brothers who evidently had, well, issues.

Each was favored of a different parent. Isaac especially loved the hairy older twin—a man’s man, a hunter. Jacob, born literally on the heel of Esau, was favored by his mother Rebekah. Like her mother-in-law Sarah before her, Rebekah will help God’s plans along by concocting a plot for Jacob to receive Isaac’s blessing. But that’s another story. (See Chapter 27.) At this point, we don’t know if Rebekah has encouraged Jacob to bilk Esau out of his birthright, or if Jacob just wants to goof on his brother for the heck of it.

It is no small thing, a birthright—to inherit the greatest share of the father’s flocks, herds and land. For Esau to ‘despise’ it as he does, for the sake of a bowl of stew (as tasty as it might be,) is an indicator that he isn’t too bright.

Listen to some of the language about Esau: The first came out red, all his body like a hairy mantle… and later, “Let me eat some of that red stuff, for I am famished!…I am about to die; of what use is a birthright to me?” 

The storyteller invites us to see Esau in a particular way: Unconventional in his appearance; as driven by basic appetites, and as a result prone to making life-altering decisions without considering consequences. He is an object of pity, at best.

He is, in the eyes of the storyteller, of Jacob, and of us, The Other in this tale.

Yet somehow he resonates, at least a little. We wonder about him, how he doesn’t fit the family mold. Perhaps our thoughts are drawn to those we know who are likewise unconventional, impulsive, possibly snakebit by their own questionable decisions. How often do we see Esau around us, or within us?

Esau is a man of appetites. How can we not see ourselves in this man who sees, wants and gets? We are a culture who has raised “see, want, get” to an art form. Did you catch the buzz about Amazon Prime Day? Last Tuesday, 30 hours of great deals for all Prime members—irresistible items that we can’t do without—I’ll bet you didn’t even know you needed an extra air compressor in your garage, did you? See, want, get: Esau is a man for our time.

And Jacob. His appetite was ambition, nurtured and encouraged by Rebekah as he sat at her knee day after day in the tent. Did she groom him to feel privileged, entitled to a birthright that didn’t actually belong to him, if only because he was born a few minutes too late? Was his appetite to fulfill God’s dream for him and for God’s people, or to be Number One for Jacob? See, want, get: another man for our time.

Jacob’s fate at this point in the saga remains to be seen. It will remain for us to read on.

Because Esau and Jacob’s story is just beginning with this passage. Jacob’s trickster ways will continue, but not without consequence. He will come face to face with his own deceptions, and even face to face (in a matter of speaking) with God. Esau, too, will find transformation, just as many of us do, by way of a bumpy road.

The saga of the Patriarchs and Matriarchs is disturbing because we keep coming face to face with our own flawed selves through the mirror of people, like Jacob, who we’ve been taught to admire, but on closer examination they fall way short. And the ones we pity—the Others, the Esaus—they may yet surprise us. But we continue to discover God’s grace through it all– that God chooses whom God chooses; the weak, the flawed, the unwise, the ambitious and the messed-up. And thanks be to God for that! Because none of us is the person we idealize ourselves to be. We’re all more Jacob and Esau than Jesus.

Jesus today draws our attention to soil, and it’s a helpful image here because the Hebrew Scriptures often help us, to examine our own interior landscape. It includes the rocky shallow ground of appetites and whims—see, want, get. There is thorny ground of willfulness and ambition, maybe even cruelty. But if we keep digging and tilling there is also the fertile soil of generosity, compassion, and holy listening. And God never stops sowing it with the seeds of forgiveness, challenge, vocation, and grace. With God’s help may it yield a hundredfold.

A sermon from the Rev. Linda Mackie-Griggs.

 

Matthew 11:16-19, 25-30                                       5 Pentecost, Year A (9 July 2017)

We have this dog. Bartlett. A rescue who came to us last November. He’s sweet and smart, and he’s very well behaved. Most of the time. Not long ago he and I were wrapping up our afternoon walk; he’d been pretty good and followed my directions well, which wasn’t a real surprise—he’s well trained and he knows the routine—we go the same route every day.

But this time something distracted him, and he totally lost it—took off running like a greyhound in another direction—he’s fast and he’s strong. I didn’t want him to go that way. I wanted him to go MY way. But he would have none of it. He ran, I pulled. I shouted. He kept running. I kept resisting. And I resisted face first into a tree.

Lying dazed on the ground, I heard a still, small voice speak to me:

“Why didn’t you drop the stupid leash???”

That would have been the smart thing to do. But it was more important that I remain in control.Sometimes it’s like that with institutions. They go along a single path for a long time until something changes. The change is inexorable and powerful, and no matter how hard they yell and pull and resist, the change comes anyway. And if they don’t find a way to deal with it, they run face first into misery, or irrelevance, or extinction.

I’ve been hearing since seminary that the church is dying. Attendance is down; the culture is shifting, priorities are changing. It’s a huge topic in diocesan workshops and conversations, church publications, vestry meetings, staff meetings. Where are the packed Sunday school rooms? The overflowing offering plates? How are we going to keep the roof on? The changes we are seeing are pulling hard, and the mainline church—not just the Episcopal Church– is struggling to know how to respond. And one of the easiest responses is to just keep pulling on the leash; to keep things on the same track it has always been on. If we could just do things the way we used to back in the day, then everything would be okay. That way lies the tree.

The major generational and cultural shifts pulling on us are not going to stop shifting just because we resist them. Each generation has a set of core values and formative experiences that affect how they engage with the world and more specifically the church. The generations that built Mainline Protestantism in the 20^th century have birthed wonderful and creative and different generations who have been formed by certain shared experiences–for example 9/11, Katrina, and I would argue the 2016 election–who see church differently. It’s simply not the central spiritual, formative, social focus for them that it has been for their parents and grandparents. That is not to say that they are not spiritual, or that they have not been formed ethically or morally or socially because I will argue ferociously that they have been—just not necessarily by the church.

The generations that built mainline Protestantism need to come to terms with the fact that the generations that followed them are not going to keep that edifice standing in the same form that we have known.

But that doesn’t mean the church is dying. We just need to consider dropping the leash. Theologian Phyllis Tickle, in her 2007 book, The Great Emergence argues that the Church goes through a period of major transformation about every 500 years. She called it a 500-year Rummage Sale. the most recent being the Protestant Reformation, which just celebrated its 500^th birthday.

And sure enough, the ground is shifting beneath us. One sign of this shift came a number of years ago with the rise of the group describing themselves as ‘spiritual but not religious’. Almost immediately lines were drawn between those who felt that that was a cop-out and those who heard it instead as a wake-up call, or better still, an opportunity for growth and transformation. Those who heard the wake-up call wanted to understand what has brought the SBNR’s to the point of rejecting something that had been a mainstay of personal, family, and community life in this country for a very long time. And for many it still is. I’m not saying that the church as a worshiping, healing, serving community is not vitally important—God is still very busy calling people into ministry, both lay and ordained. God perseveres in finding a way to realize God’s Dream for Creation. But it is up to us to discern what new path God is trying to show us—not to throw the baby out with the bathwater, but to remember the roots and foundation of our call to be God’s People in the world.

What does discipleship look like to a church experiencing a 500-year rummage sale?

Jesus said to the crowd, “To what will I compare this generation? It is like children sitting in the marketplaces and calling to one another, ‘We played the flute for you, and you did not dance; we wailed, and you did not mourn.’ 

I always thought Jesus sounds like a classic grumpy old dude in this passage. But this is a serious critique of the blindness of the religious and cultural authorities of the time. The picturesque cries of the children are references to Jesus and to John the Baptist: “We played the flute for you…” refers to Jesus’ works of healing, his call to abundant life and the coming of the Reign of God. “We wailed…” refers to John’s call to repentance; to the necessary inner work of discipleship.

Jesus is saying that between himself and John, they can’t seem to catch a break. Jesus’ practice of dining with sinners has people calling him a drunkard, while John’s fasting has people saying he’s crazy. The blindness of the skeptics is such that the coming of the Kingdom meets with disapproval no matter what John and Jesus do.

But disapproval aside, this juxtaposition of Jesus and John is valuable because it shows us a two-layered model for discipleship, with each being crucial to the other. The inner work of repentance (both personal and institutional) is needed to ground us in humility and holy listening (The Benedictines call it obedience). This was the urgent call of John. The outer works that Jesus did, of mercy, compassion, and healing are vital to the inbreaking of the Kingdom of God. And these two; contemplation and action, are meant to be woven together in relationship. Spiritual practice grounds acts of caring. Effective discipleship requires both. Spiritual practice alone is hollow, and the acts of charity alone are simply, as Fr. Mark puts it, “good people doing what good people do.” Without prayerful grounding our acts of charity carry the risk of seeing ourselves as being in control; as the powerful bestowing bounty upon the powerless– as being in God’s place rather than in God’s service.

It’s a seductive thing. We feel good when we do nice things for others. There’s nothing wrong with that—with knowing the joy of servanthood. But the point of servant discipleship is not to feel good about ourselves. It’s not about us. Spiritually grounded service may actually put us in a place where we encounter our own vulnerability and woundedness. But our own vulnerability brought to our actions is the very best way to truly see others as siblings in Christ who have something to offer us in mutual lifegiving relationship.

To surrender to this concept is to find ourselves being led into unfamiliar territory, and it’s natural to resist that tugging of the Spirit. But what can happen if we follow that tugging—if we let the Spirit take the lead?

There is some wonderful creative ministry happening in this Diocese. There is a trend toward making church walls more porous—toward a clearer-eyed vision of our neighbors as coworkers in realizing God’s dream of abundance, justice and mercy. The Center for Reconciliation comes quickly to mind, taking on the delicate and difficult ministry of fostering understanding around issues of race. The Church Beyond the Walls is another unique initiative—a community of faith that turns upside-down the dynamics of feeding ministry and worship. Members of the community include those who are struggling and homeless who gather to worship and to offer hospitality to visitors and each other. Church Beyond the Walls is not just another feeding program. The model where people come from outside to make and pass out sandwiches is turned on its head—rather, those who wish to serve must first be served.

A third initiative is a little younger than these first two, but it is also the result of prayerful discernment and willingness to see through God’s eyes in new ways. Rhythms of Grace at Church of the Advent in Coventry is a special weekly Eucharist geared toward people with autism. Can you imagine an offertory of playing with a parachute? Rhythms of Grace is meeting an important need of families for whom conventional worship is a challenge, and it shows them in a visceral way that God’s love is creative and all-encompassing.

The Spirit is tugging St. Martin’s too. Our new initiative of incorporating a monthly fast on the 21^st of each month is intended to focus on a spiritual practice that can undergird new and renewed ministries of advocacy and service around issues of hunger. It is through fasting that we can regularly renew our understanding that God, not we ourselves, is Source of all that we have.

And our pastoral ministry is feeling tugged in a new direction as well. We are currently pondering becoming part of Communities of Hope International; a Benedictine-inspired program for training lay chaplains. This is in response to an upsurge in energy on the Pastoral Care Team—a desire to do more to reach out to those in our community and neighborhood who are in need of healing and listening presence. Our monthly Healing Eucharist, beginning in September, will be part of that effort as well.

So the Spirit is tugging away and new things are germinating. Which is why I don’t believe for a minute that the Church is dying. Transformation? Yes. Death Spiral? Nope.

But we need to be ready to heed the Spirit’s tugging; to hear the cries of the children in the marketplace who call us to joyful compassionate action, firmly undergirded by the sometimes uncomfortable inner work that comes with regular spiritual practice—prayer, meditation, fasting, Bible reading.

“For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” Jesus’ most important teachings are the ones that invert our expectations. The Church’s yoke, it could be argued, has become burdensome; weighed down by changing circumstances and a fierce desire to stay a course that is becoming unsustainable. New opportunities invite us that are found down paths that are at the same time both new and yet eternal. The Spirit calls us to live into our true vulnerable selves, to follow our passions, and to loosen the yoke of “but this is how we’ve always done it.”  Go ahead, let loose of the leash.