If it is you…

I have a lot of friends and family who aren’t religious. Often (as a Pastor person) I’m one of the most religious people they know. This has led to a lot of wonderful, funny, and educational conversations over the years.

One of the most frequent, and unexpected, are requests to change the weather. Whenever its been cold or rainy for too many days in a row, I’m definitely going to hear from someone, “Can’t you do something about this?” or “Can you talk to Jesus about this situation?”

It’s in jest, but it’s also revealing of how people think about God, prayer, and power. In the popular imagination one version of God is basically a big Storm from X-Men – a being of great power who does stuff for the people he likes the best or his own mysterious reasons. This is decidedly not a being with personal relationships, a greater vision and intention, or relevance to those who haven’t chosen to follow God.

For some, that’s the God on display in this week’s lectionary tale of Jesus walking on water. It’s a display of miraculous power, pure and simple, a demonstration of Jesus’s abilities with an added reminder in Peter’s attempt to join him to KEEP THE FAITH OR ELSE. My non-religious friends didn’t get their ideas about God out of the ether. They learned them from people of faith.

But there has to be more than that shallow vision of God in this incredible story of the stormy waters, one of the few contained in all four Gospels. The God in Jesus here is known not through the ability to manipulate nature (although he of course can do that too) but through the way he calls and comforts the people he loves.

When the frightened disciples see Jesus’s form walking on the waves, and they worry it is an evil spirit, Peter says to him, “If it is you, command me to come to you on the water.” Peter knows the being is powerful through what it does on the waves. He will know it is Jesus if he is brought into Jesus’s work, if he is invited to follow and to share, as he always has been before.

When the wind rages and Peter’s feet and faith stumble he cries out, “Lord, save me!” and immediately Jesus reaches out and catches him. It is this act of support, of mercy, of loving friendship, that convinces the rest of the disciples that the powerful man before them is “truly the Son of God.”

Powers and tricks are great. And God’s omnipotent sleeve is full of them. But they aren’t what makes God God. They’re not why I’m a Christian, and they’re not why I worship. I worship God because I have been called into the middle of raging storms while deathly afraid, and found more there than I ever would have asked for. I worship God because I have been caught just as my face began to sink into the waters, by a hand so gentle and so firm it never once felt like rebuke.

I serve a God of more than weather – a God of mercy, of justice, of creation, of newness. A God of all.

 

Demand a Blessing, Receive a Feast

Every week a large portion of churches in the world organize their worship of God around the same couple of Bible passages, picked by some learned folks to cover most of the Bible over a three-year cycle called the Revised Common Lectionary. Since I often preach them and always read ’em, I’m going to blog on the weekly passages regularly. If you have any questions about the RCL, this is a helpful resource.

At first glance, this week’s Genesis story of Jacob’s wrestling with God and the Matthew tale of Jesus’s miraculous feeding of five thousand from a handful of bread and fish have little to say to each other.  At worst, they confirm the stale and shallow stereotypes of a Hebrew Bible God of struggle and New Testament God of gentle compassion.

But in a Christian confession, the God of Israel and Jesus Christ are one. And to any reader of the Bible, there has always been more miraculous mercy in the God of Israel, and more confusion and anger in the incarnated God, than the easy (and often anti-Semitic) stereotype gives credit for.

For one thing, when Jesus feeds five thousand people from just a handful of bread and fish it is in part because of their persistent pestering. Matthew tells us that just before this event Jesus had gone to “a lonely place” after hearing of the murder of his cousin, fellow faith leader, and childhood friend John the Baptist by King Herod. He wanted to be alone to grieve, or talk to his Father, or whatever it is you do when you’re the savior living on Earth and you still keep losing people you love.

But five thousand people, also reeling from the news, had followed him in his escape attempt. They needed comfort. They need an explanation. They were filled with grief and confusion. And so, like wrestling Jacob, they just wouldn’t leave God alone. And at the end of the day he responds to their persistence with a meal, simple but completely filling, showing the persistent crowd that God’s love and miracles would continue even in the face of terrible events.

From the other direction, God’s very willingness to appear to Jacob and be wrestled with is an act of extraordinary grace and compassion.

In this story Jacob too is “alone.” He is trying to return home after an almost  fifteen-year exile for stealing and tricking blessings from his brother and father. He hears that brother Esau, his long ago victim, is coming to meet him with an army. So he sends his family ahead and waits by the river to try and think of some way, any way, to get out of this terrible situation.

In his well-earned desperation, as seeds he planted long ago are ready to be reaped in misery, God appears to Jacob in the form of a man. In one of Jacob’s worst moments, God comes to him. God knows Jacob so well that God doesn’t come in the form of a gentle hand on his hair, but a challenger to be fought, the only situation in which Jacob has ever felt comfortable.

Sure enough, by morning when Jacob seeks a blessing, as the people sought a meal, God offers it to him. God lets Jacob know that his blessings don’t come from his tricks and strivings, but from the grace of a God who doesn’t care who we are or what we’ve done but loves and gives to us anyway.

There is enough food for all of us. There is enough blessing for all of us. There is enough time, and attention, and love, and purpose. It has always been so, and so it will always be. We just have to be like the five thousand, to be like Jacob, and not leave God be when God is right there to show us abundance.

We have to be pester-ers, and keep on seeking the glorious more-than-enough even when we find the world a frightening place of scarcity. Because God will always be providing it.

 

Breaking the Cycle

Every week a large portion of churches in the world organize their worship of God around the same couple of Bible passages, picked by some learned folks to cover most of the Bible over a three-year cycle called the Revised Common Lectionary. Since I often preach them and always read ’em, I’m going to blog on the weekly passages regularly. If you have any questions about the RCL, this is a helpful resource.

My Mom once told me that her main parenting goal is to do a little better with us than was done with her. Perfect parenting is a myth, according to her – there’s too much you pass on without meaning to, too much that’s out of your control, too much you mess up before you learn better. But you can hope to build, just the tiniest bit, on whatever your parents gave to you, and hope to equip your kids to build a bit on whatever you managed.

The more dramatic version of this vision of parenting is “breaking the cycle” – noticing the patterns in our families that are deeply unhealthy, even if everything else is great, and choosing to be the first not to perpetuate them. This is the Dad who chooses not to use physical violence, the Mom who makes the effort never to berate, the Parent who actively reminds herself to not pressure the kids into her own dreams, because they see how poorly it’s worked out for everyone for generation after generation.

Jacob, the focus of this week’s Genesis Bible story, was the bearer and progenitor of a long legacy of sibling rivalry and cruelty. The whole thing started with Cain, who killed his older brother Abel. Several generations later we had Jacob’s Uncle Ishmael kicked out of the house into a desert in favor of his younger half-brother Isaac. And in this passage, Jacob is only at his Uncle Laban’s house at all because he stole his birthright and his blessing from his older twin brother Esau via Mom-assisted trickery. In a society where birth order and family trust mattered a lot, this is not a good look.

At first, it seems like sibling relations won’t be relevant or recognized in this story. Though older sister Leah has “tender eyes,” Jacob had fallen madly in love with Rachel at first sight, crying out of love for her, and asks for her hand in marriage. The seven years of labor he proposes to give in return seem like nothing. When Laban sneaks Leah in instead, having Jacob marry her against his will, and then extorts another 7 years of labor for baby sister because younger just don’t get to marry before big sisters, we could be forgiven for missing the re-occurrence of the theme in our consternation at the trickery.

But it is there – in a potentially cycle-breaking way. Though we can all agree that consensual, honest marriages would be better than this situation, by giving Jacob Leah when he expects Rachel Laban is honoring the tradition of elder over younger, securing protection for his gentle daughter in a difficult and patriarchal society, and doing it without making Leah and Rachel into enemies of each other.  He makes the choice to enforce different priorities than every previous generation.

This doesn’t change everything – no one would call the sibling relationships between Jacob & Leah & Rachel’s 12 (!) kids ideal. Joseph’s older brothers sell him into slavery, and some are willing to kill him. But they are better than what came before. Nobody dies. Everyone reconciles by the end. They restore their relationships and live in love and peace together by the end of their lives, an improvement over the uneasy detente of Jacob & Esau, the exile of Ishmael, and the death of Abel.

Things never get perfect. We are human after all. But things can get better, little bit by little bit. Whatever the worst thing is that has happened to us, or the thing we’ve done we most regret, it is something we can learn from, and use to do better next time. There’s nothing from which there can’t be recovery, and no pattern of unhealthiness in our lives or our families so ingrained that we can’t make the choice to upend it.

Be like Laban, and like Jacob. Not perfect, and sometimes not even like-able. But following God, paying attention, and doing what they can to grow just a little bit from whatever came before.