Searching for a Summer Poem

 

I searched in Frost and Sandberg for an ode to Summer,

Scarce as hen’s teeth for the season of firefly and hummer.

Many a lyric to Winter, Spring and Autumn

For Summer nary a single encomium.

Especially this year summer is owed a ballad,

Winter hung around, an overstaying guest

Doing its best to ruin our dandelion salad,

Then on May Day Summer came with vengeance,

Benching Spring without a moments hesitance.

Frost and Sandberg do you see

Your failure to pen a poem on the season of the bee?

You left it up to me.

Sorry you two should be.

 

 

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Am I on the Right Track, Lord?

 

The writer of Psalm 139 begins by acknowledging that the Lord has searched and known him intimately; even to the point of when he sits down and gets up.  Nothing he does or believes is outside God’s knowledge; even every word before he speaks.  The writer is surrounded by God no matter if he goes into the darkest depths of Sheol or the brightest realms of the heavens.  God has been intimately part of his life from the time two gametes united and formed a zygote in his mother’s womb.

God’s thoughts, which number more than the desert sands, are precious as jewels.  But then he reveals an element of hatred within himself.  He wants God to act against the wicked, those who speak maliciously against God, who use God’s name to no good purpose.

He seems a bit defensive when he asks: “Shouldn’t I hate those who hate you, O Lord?  Shouldn’t I be disgusted with those who attack you?”  He wants to know what God thinks.

Therefore, he ends the psalm as he began.  The Lord who knows him intimately, now needs to search him once again to see if his thoughts and heart are on the right track.   “See whether I am on an evil path. Then lead me on the everlasting path.”    It would be well also for us to ask God, “Am I on the right track?”

Arbor Day in the Kingdom of God

 

On Arbor Day in April someone brought a bunch of White Pine seedlings to the Sunset Hills Community.  They were free for the taking.  I brought one home and planted it.  However, rather than taking root it turned brown and has apparently died.

This past Sunday was arbor day in the kingdom of God.  We are the trees of the Lord, his plantings. In psalm 92, the righteous flourish like the palm tree and grow like a cedar in Lebanon.  We are plants in the house of God.  Even in old age we are full of sap and green.  Psalm 1 tells us that we are like a tree planted by a stream of water, who delights in the meditating on the word of the Lord, bearing the fruit of God’s grace.  Ezekiel 15 picks up the same theme as we branch out and produce fruit. It’s reinforced by Jesus’ parable in Mark 4:30-32.  Like mustard seed we are planted to grow and provide a place of protection and safety for others that they too might grow and flourish under God’s rule.

The other side of that picture is seen in the white pine that has apparently died.  What if with all that grace shown to us, we wither and die?  We mistake the kingdom of the left hand, government and world social norms, for the kingdom of the right hand, God’s rule in our life through Christ, who tells us to love one another, as God has loved us, to show hospitality to strangers, as God has welcomed us into his kingdom.  None of us were worthy to be included under his rule, but in grace he has brought us into his kingdom directing us to do the same for others, even those we consider unworthy.

Therefore, we prayed that we might hear, read, mark, learn and digest the scriptures, since they have been written for our learning.

Gifts for Father’s Day

 

This morning as we left the service men received a gift, a booklet, “Blueprints for Life.”  We left with something tangible in hand.

Earlier, when we took communion, we received a piece of bread in our hand, something tangible, yet more, the Body of Christ something intangible.  With that bread/body and the wine/blood we received forgiveness of sin, and the tangible/intangible grace of Life and salvation through faith in the One we received in that bread and wine.

Still earlier we received something totally intangible gift.  The forgiveness of all our sins, all the ways we messed up this past week and going back for as long as we have lived.  We also left with those words.  Luther said in a sermon on St. Matthews Day, “It is easily said, forgiveness of sins. We need to diligently study what those words means.  If it only could be won and done with words!  But when we have a serious encounter, suddenly we find that we know nothing of this forgiveness.  Forgiveness is a wonderful thing, which I can only grasp with my heart, namely, that all my sins are forgiven and that through this faith I am justified before God.  This is not a quality which is already in a person’s heart or soul; we must learn and grasp with faith that we are redeemed and made just through the forgiveness of sins.”

Why being ‘Spiritual’ is Never Enough

I came across an interesting article by Fleming Rutledge in the June issue of Christianity Today. The article is entitled, “Why being ‘Spiritual’ is Never Enough.” In three pages she drives home the point that faith in Christ is neither “spiritual” nor “religious.” Spirituality and religion, as we use the terms today, are human endeavors; whereas Christ is God’s work giving us badly needed justification and salvation, both acts of God’s grace, which we cannot control, but only believe with a radical faith which risks everything on Christ’s death and resurrection.
Fleming Rutledge was an Episcopal parish priest in New York City. I have two of her sermon books. One is “The Undoing of Death” sermons for Holy Week and Easter, the other on the book of Romans. Good stuff.
I highly recommend her article. I Googled her name and the word “Spirituality.”

Grace is the Hardest Thing

“Grace is the Hardest Thing.”  That’s what I said to the pastor this morning as we left church.  Our pastor just closed on a house this week.  His sermon was about a good banker who gives us a way to pay off a debt.  However, God is a bad banker, who doesn’t give us a way to pay off our impossible debt to Him, but in Jesus He simply cancels the debt.  Jesus paid the whole debt against us with his life.  While we might rejoice over that, a part of us doesn’t like it because its too difficult to understand. How dare God simply cancel my debt to him and not give me any points for going to church, being good to other people, treating my kids and spouse well.  If I give a hand out to the person standing at the bottom of the ramp off I-44 and Lindberg Ave, I get nothing for that.  That’s not fair.  Give me something I can do.  Give me back my control.  I hate losing control.  God says, “Nope, there’s nothing you can do.  Now go out and love your kids and spouse, give something to the homeless person, go to church.  Wait, there is something you can go.  Say, ‘Thank you,’ That’s about it.  Say, ‘thank you’ and love one another and that means all the other others.  That will keep you busy.  Don’t worry about the debt, because I can’t even find it on my books.  In Jesus, I admit I cooked the books.  Have a nice life.”

Increase Thanksgiving

Ruth a member at a former church related that a grade school teacher gave her the impression that her purpose in life was to believe in Jesus, so she could go to heaven.  And the sooner the better.  But, “I haven’t even begun to live yet.”

The teacher neglected our purpose in this life.  According to St. Paul in 2 Corinthians 4:15, part of our second reading this weekend, our purpose is to increase thanksgiving.  “For this it is all for your sake, so that as grace extends to more and more people it may increase thanksgiving to the glory of God.”  As through us, more and more people hear of Jesus resurrection which leads to our own rising they too will join in thanksgiving to the glory of God.  In 9:11 he writes that the offering he is gathering “for the relief of the saints,” in Judah will also lead to greater thanksgiving to God’s glory.

Therefore, as far as I’m concerned, heaven can wait.  I have a purpose in life right now, to teach, preach and write about the gospel so that people have a reason to join the angel chorus the night of Jesus’ birth in praise and thanksgiving to the glory of God.

Now when we are hitting the road early on Sunday morning, well hopefully with the Holy Spirit’s help and some coffee, I can also join in thanksgiving to God’s glory when we arrive at our destination.

Martin Luther: We’ve all got it.

Martin Luther and our Christian Fellowship

An excerpt from a 1530 sermon.

In this Christian fellowship no person possesses more than another.  St. Peter and St. Paul have no more than Mary Magdalene or you or me.  To sum up: There is no difference between the persons.  Mary, the Mother of our Lord, and John the Baptist, and the thief on the cross, all possess the same good which you and I possess…And what have all the saints?  They have the knowledge that their sins are forgiven.  They have comfort and help promised them through Christ in every kind of need, against sin and against death.

But it is also true, that you and I do not believe it so firmly as John the Baptist and St. Paul; and yet it is the one and only treasure.  It is like two men who hold bags of money, one in a weak hand and the other in a strong hand.  Whether the hand be strong or weak…it neither adds to the contents of the bag, nor takes away.  In the same way there is no other difference here between the Apostles and me, though they hold the treasure firmer.  Nevertheless, I possess the same treasure as all the holy Prophets, Apostles, and all saints.

Treasure in Jars of Clay

Pentecost 2 2018, Ruma, Evansville Il.  2 Cor. 4:4-7

4:7, But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us.

On April 15, 623 BC, a surprising treasure was found in the temple at Jerusalem.  During a renovation of the temple someone found,  the bottom of a box, one of the earliest scrolls of what was likely the Book of Deuteronomy.  They found a book of the Bible.  Without that word of Scripture false worship practices became mixed in with idol worship and practices.  This scroll of scripture became a valuable guide in the renewal and renovation of the temple, it’s worship and the lives of the people.

In our epistle lesson St. Paul writes of a treasure which also is important to our worship and lives.  “Now we have this treasure in clay jars to show that its extraordinary power comes from God and not from us.”  What is, “this treasure in clay jars?”  It’s not only valuable but it demonstrates God’s power. These clay jars are those who believe in Jesus Christ, they are you and me. What is this treasure that is to be found in each one of us?  Johann Franck identifies it in a hymn he wrote It’s Jesus priceless treasure.  So, let’s examine how this treasure of God came to be placed in each of us.

First, why does Paul call us clay jars?  Well because that’s what we are.  We are copies of the first work done in clay.  In Genesis, God knelt beside a stream, took a ball of red clay and shaped a man of it. We know him as Adam, the man of red clay.  Then God breathed the breath of life into his clay pottery work and it became a living being.  After a while he took a chunk out of the man of clay and constructed a partner, a woman to stand beside him.  But this duo, this husband and wife partnership from his maker were tricked by the wily serpent to go off on their own, never mind God.  Reminds me of the ginger bread man who escaped from the oven and ran off from his maker as fast as he can.  Of course, he ended up as a snack for the wily red fox. Adam and Eve forgot they were made of clay.  They forgot their maker.  In Isaiah God asks, “Does the clay say to him who forms it, “What are you making?” or criticize his work, “Your work has no handles?”  What they should have said, “But now, O Lord, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand.”  But they didn’t allow God to complete forming them as he wished.  What happened when they tried run away from God?  Did you ever blame someone one else for something going on and hold yourself as pure as the driven snow?  Well, this is where that started.  Adam blamed God for the gift of his wife.  Eve blamed the serpent.  Now the man and the woman were broken pottery. Broken apart.

So, Now the whole creation is broken.  The care of creation is hindered by weeds and thorns.  The man labors in the field and the woman labors to give birth. St. Paul says, “The whole creation groans together in the pains of childbirth as we ourselves groan as we wait for the redemption of these jars of clay”  Job, who knew a thing or two about groaning pleads with God, “Remember that you have made me like clay.”  He groans, “My spirit is broken; my days are extinct; the graveyard is ready for me…my plans are broken off, the desires of my heart.”    Human kind is fragile, breakable. But God did not throw us in the dump for broken pottery. God was rather determined to repair, to put our shattered pieces back together again and make us new again.  Here is how God put his greatest treasure in us jars of clay.

God became a clay jar in Jesus.  Yes, He who was in the beginning with God and was God became one of us.  He who through whom all things were made, who participated in the forming of the first clay man; who is light and life itself became a second Adam.  He became like us fragile, breakable, liable to death.  He became God with us.  He became, St. Paul admits, the foolishness of God and the weakness of God.   But to us who believe he is the power and wisdom of God.  He is the source of our life, so that if we are temped to boast that we did it ourselves, we are being delusional. He did it and if we want to boast, boast about how God brought you and me, poor miserable sinners out of death into eternal life through Jesus whom God brought out of death into life via the resurrection.

You see those who thought he was foolish, dangerous, and weak treated him like just another piece of pottery, no more valuable than their cooking pot in their kitchen, when its broken toss it out.  So, after breaking him on the cross, or so they thought, they would have tossed Jesus into the pottery dump outside Jerusalem where Judas ended up.  However, early in his ministry Jesus gave us a hint, a sign that something great was going on.  He with his family and disciples were invited to a wedding in a village called Cana.  As you know the wine ran low.  As you know there were six clay jars sitting nearby, each holding 20 or 30 gallons.  When the jars were filled with water the master of the wedding reception discovered that Jesus had turned it into the finest wine.  That was between 120 and 180 gallons of wine.  That would make for a lot of celebrating.

God has filled us ordinary clay jars with something so valuable and abundant that its worth celebrating with overflowing thanksgiving from now and forever.  He has filled us with the good news of the glory of Jesus Christ who is in the image of God.  So that when we are looking at Jesus, we are looking at God.  Where do we find that priceless treasure of image of God as we see it in the face of Jesus Christ.  God has put it in us.  Now we may not look like it.  When I look in the mirror I see this older guy, who was once young, who is now missing a lot of hair, and carries scars from multiple heart surgeries.  I won’t ask what you look like.

Nevertheless, that treasure is changing us.  The psalmist says, we are going from strength to strength.  And Proverbs tell us, “The path of the righteous is like the light of dawn which shines brighter and brighter until the full day.”  Oh, there are times when the Son, that is Jesus, doesn’t seem to be shining very brightly in our lives showing us the path.   There are times when we don’t shine brightly showing the way for others to find this treasure.  But it’s happening.  This temporal time in which we live is headed toward the eternal.  There will come that day when we will all be changed, in a moment, in the blink of an eye and we shall be raised from that now quiet village that resides in our cemeteries.  This jar of clay will be changed, and the mortal will put on the immortal.  We will join in thanksgiving for the victory which God has given us through Jesus Christ. Yes, for Jesus Christ our priceless treasure gives eternal pleasure.

 

Sunday Evening Thoughts

Don’t expect much.
Becky and I ventured across the Mississippi via the JB Bridge into Illinois. We passed through Columbia without a Hail, though we did make a pitstop at the MotoMart. Next was Waterloo where we made it safely through without meeting ours. We arrived at Redbud long after the buds were red. then south a few miles to Ruma, looking for St. John’s. We don’t have a GPS but I do use Google maps, though the view from the road is different thanthe one from the sky. But south of Ruma,(pop 300) I called out, “There’s the church.” and so it was.
I preached on 2 Corinthians 4:7 where Paul tells of a treasure in jars of clay. In the course of the sermon I took us back to God kneeling by a stream and taking a ball of clay and making the first clay work. On the way out of church a man stopped and told of the agnostic who told God that he could make a man of clay as well as God could, so that wasn’t so special. When the man reached down to pick up some soil God said, “Get your own dirt.”
Then a short 4 miles across the Kaskaskia River to Evansville, even smaller than Ruma, On the south end of town was St. Peters. There is a Lutheran high school there which I didn’t know.So now we know where a couple of new places are.
Then we retraced our journey and arrived home ready for the couch.
The winter wheat is turning and by the next time we venture out on the 24th will likely be harvested and the corn will be knee high before the 4th of July.