December 19, 2021
Maple Grove UMC
Rev. Patricia Wagner
Micah 5: 2-5
2But you, O Bethlehem of Ephrathah, who are one of the little clans of Judah, from you shall come forth for me one who is to rule in Israel, whose origin is from of old, from ancient days. 3Therefore he shall give them up until the time when she who is in labor has brought forth; then the rest of his kindred shall return to the people of Israel. 4And he shall stand and feed his flock in the strength of the Lord, in the majesty of the name of the Lord his God. And they shall live secure, for now he shall be great to the ends of the earth; 5and he shall be the one of peace.
Luke 1: 46-55
39In those days Mary set out and went with haste to a Judean town in the hill country, 40 where she entered the house of Zechariah and greeted Elizabeth. 41When Elizabeth heard Mary’s greeting, the child leaped in her womb. And Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit 42and exclaimed with a loud cry, “Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb. 43And why has this happened to me, that the mother of my Lord comes to me? 44For as soon as I heard the sound of your greeting, the child in my womb leaped for joy. 45And blessed is she who believed that there would be a fulfillment of what was spoken to her by the Lord.” 46And Mary said, “My soul magnifies the Lord, 47and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, 48for he has looked with favor on the lowliness of his servant. Surely, from now on all generations will call me blessed; 49for the Mighty One has done great things for me, and holy is his name. 50His mercy is for those who fear him from generation to generation. 51He has shown strength with his arm; he has scattered the proud in the thoughts of their hearts. 52He has brought down the powerful from their thrones, and lifted up the lowly; 53he has filled the hungry with good things, and sent the rich away empty. 54He has helped his servant Israel, in remembrance of his mercy, 55according to the promise he made to our ancestors, to Abraham and to his descendants forever.” 56And Mary remained with her about three months and then returned to her home.
It was Christmas Eve and a friend and I decided we wanted to spend Christmas with some friends a few hundred miles away. We got as far as we could by bus, then as it was getting late we had to press on so we hitched a ride in the cab of a slightly intoxicated truck driver, whom we sobered up by sharing all the food we had. We had no way of letting our friends know we were coming. So, once we arrived, we stood outside their home and sang Away in a Manger, and they came to the door laughing in disbelief and let us in, fed us and made a pallet, a bed on the floor.
I had a regular spot on that floor over the years. It was in the corner, behind the sofa, I knew that while I didn't have a permanent residence there would be a vacancy, they would always find room. Like Mary found room at her cousin Elizabeth’s for three months, scripture says. It is a fundamental need, to know we have a place to rest, a fundamental gift, to offer it.
Its why we have our warming station, only a few have come so far, but one who came last week is in the hospital and being evicted this week and another who came this week is living out of his car. Our family shelter in town is asking children with young children to stay away to stay away because COVID outbreaks.
But I think of all who need to be warmed, cheered, supported, fed. Particularly hospital staff and health care workers and pharmacists running vaccination clinics at our drug stores; who are on that endless highway running on empty, looking for a time to rest.
We hear the prophet Micah describe the situation in Israel: the nation is in distress, but Micah says, in Bethlehem, the least of all places, will be woman who will bring forth a child who will be a ruler like no other like a good shepherd, the people will live secure, he says. Secure - it meant so much, it means so much; always has. We all seek it, for a lot of us, it means making sure we have stored up provisions, that we will not want. In the movie, Its A Wonderful Life when, money from the Savings & Loan goes missing and ruination is imminent George Bailey is about to jump off a bridge because he thinks his family will be better off with his life insurance money than with his failed life. Then a messenger from God tells him that his life matters to God; shows him that his work matters, even if it doesn't pay enough that the security, he wants is the one he already has: love. Its a great theme of Christmas: Scrooge learns it the Grinch learns it. And we learn it: Once, in a great urban park in Manila where I was walking in the evening, I came upon a poor man and a very small child, sleeping sitting up on a sort of pedestal in the park. I was horrified, they looked almost like statues. It was night, the child should be asleep. I looked closer; they were sleeping. Their arms wrapped around one another. And the child had a look of such peace she was wretchedly poor, hungry, but one knew by looking at her that she was home. And that home was the heart of her father. At the time that Mary visits Elizabeth, Elizabeth's husband, Zechariah is still unable to speak he's been this way since he heard the news of her pregnancy. Joseph doesn't know what to do about this child. But Elizabeth joyously welcomes Mary to her home, encourages her, calls her blessed, and Mary, poor and lowly speaks the truth that's been revealed to her. That security does not come in wealth or power: God will bring down the mighty and raise up the lowly. They both knew this to be true for the empty places within them their barren places, were now filled with the promise that they are part of something great beyond themselves part of God's great story.
We are all on that Advent Road to Christmas. It can seem dark at times, and we wonder if there is going to be respite, a place of rest and recovery a place where the vacancy the empty place within us will be filled. And Mary's song and Micah's words and the carols we sing and the story we will tell and the lights we will light will confirm in our hearts. That there is a shepherd, that our hearts may dwell secure. That the vacant places will be filled that there is enough compassion in this universe enough mercy, enough forgiveness enough love for us and that our hearts, even bone tired ones, even barren ones, even uncertain ones can become a home for the holy for God's own life to live and grow. May it be so, Amen.
Joy at the Inn
December 12, 2021
Maple Grove UMC
Rev. Patricia Wagner
Luke 3: 10-18
And the crowds asked him, "What then should we do?" 11 In reply he said to them, "Whoever has two coats must share with anyone who has none; and whoever has food must do likewise." 12 Even tax collectors came to be baptized, and they asked him, "Teacher, what should we do?" 13 He said to them, "Collect no more than the amount prescribed for you." 14 Soldiers also asked him, "And we, what should we do?" He said to them, "Do not extort money from anyone by threats or false accusation, and be satisfied with your wages." 15 As the people were filled with expectation, and all were questioning in their hearts concerning John, whether he might be the Messiah, 16 John answered all of them by saying, "I baptize you with water; but one who is more powerful than I is coming; I am not worthy to untie the thong of his sandals. He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and fire. 17 His winnowing fork is in his hand, to clear his threshing floor and to gather the wheat into his granary; but the chaff he will burn with unquenchable fire." 18 So, with many other exhortations, he proclaimed the good news to the people.
Mayfield Kentucky. I've never been there but had massive tornado. A mile wide that traveled two hundred miles on the ground in Kentucky and took out so much of the town is haunting. We see the picture of one house standing next to another house, gone; and the randomness, the abject inequality of it is before us. It's hard to look at it And today we lit the rose candle. It happens every third Sunday of Advent, Gaudete Sunday when we are to remember in what was to be an Advent season of penance to claim the joy of Christmas. Of Christ's coming.
But this day also we are asked to listen to John the Baptist a prophet, who surely wanted the people of Jerusalem to get to joy but first to take a good look at themselves and the world they'd accommodated themselves to. The inequities the unkindness, the ways we take advantage of others withhold what others need. Do we not realize that the Messiah who is to come is bringing both the love and the judgment of God to earth? Luke says: “And the people cried out: What then should we do?” In reply he said to them, "Whoever has two coats must share with anyone who has none; and whoever has food must do likewise."
12 Even tax collectors came to be baptized, (tax collectors who routinely demanded more from folks than they were supposed to: ) and they asked him, "Teacher, what should we do?" 13 He said to them, "Collect no more than the amount prescribed for you." 14 Soldiers (who threatened people for money) also asked him, "And we, what should we do?" He said to them, "Do not extort money from anyone by threats or false accusation, and be satisfied with your wages."
Don't constantly want more help ensure a just sharing. Something like with this vaccine. Don't you know, says John, that if you don't save others you yourselves cannot be saved? But you can do it, that's what the Messiah is coming to say: That, says, John, is the gospel. The Good News. For man months folks here have been working on a plan to reach out to the unhoused. It comes because there is a need CRC can't bring people in yet. The winter's get so cold. But also because we feel something when we see others suffer. We know that somehow our joy is tied up with theirs. We know that we need one another.
Doug announced the pilot of our "Warming Station" on Friday. And you immediately came forward with food and socks and donations. And on Friday, folks that worship online and here came in, set a table, provided soup and bread and a space to listen as one man shared his story of life turned upside-down by a ravaging illness, then loss of work then home. We could see the pain on his face, the fatigue he bore, the gap between his life and ours. His home had been wiped away and ours left standing.
That's what John wanted of the people to see what he saw to see what God sees what the Messiah will see. Janet and Pat came in later that afternoon with a thousand cookies that they made and you bought to raise funds to fund ALS research.
When I arrived for the packing of the food boxes for Bethlehem on Broad Street, the patio was a hive of activity, a warm buzz as the community 0f long time members and new folks circled around filling boxes. There was joy, to be doing something together, to meet a need together that we can't meet alone. And folks are making their pledges and finishing paying them for the year. And I know for myself that's not easy, but I also know that there is a sort of joy that comes from doing what we can.
This is the First United Methodist church of Mayfield and this is what it looked like last night. Today, that congregation is worshipping with Christ UMC in Mayfield which has neither heat nor light. And this morning, Pastor Joey Reed has issued this invitation: “I would love for you to come and worship. Come and grieve. Come and hope. During this season of Advent, our goal is to look forward to the coming of Christ. John tells us that he is the one who was, the one who is, and the one who is to come. And, like John, it is time for us to show the world that we are the church that was, the church that is, and the church that is to come by your presence, your prayers, your gifts, your service, and your witness. You may be feeling overwhelmed. I am too. You may be feeling anxious and nervous for the future. I am too. But with the strength of Jesus Christ, this service of worship can be the place where we pivot from suffering to serving. So, will rally and take care of first things first: the people of Graves County and those whose needs exceed our own.
I think about Christ Church in Mayfield that has taken them in. I think about that innkeeper who had no rooms left but said, there is a stable where you can go. offered what he could And when we do that when we stretch ourselves, offer what God knows and we know we can to do what we can. There is a sense of wellbeing. That's a way of saying "salvation" you know. Salve - wellness. We don't share what we have we don't work for a just sharing because it will get us into heaven. We do that because that's way we get to joy here. That's the way to well- being, salve, here and we know it. And John knows it, he called this the GOOD NEWS, the gospel that the new Messiah would bring. Good news of Great Joy. Good news that among the poorest in the land is born one who will comprehend all of us.
Who will invite all of us to trust our lives to the spirit of a loving God. who will lead us to joy, a joy that we sense in Pastor Joey's letter to his congregation? A joy that goes deeper than what is happening around them. That emerges from the confusion and brokenness of human life when we claim what God has given us the goodness we can do together the mercy and love that shines through. The joy at the inn of the holy, where we are all invited to sing Halleluia.
“A Better Home”
Maple Grove UMC
December 5, 2021
Rev. John Wagner
It is so good to be here. Thanks for the warm introduction, thanks for receiving my wife JoAnn and me. Thanks for supporting my sister Patty through her recent surgery and in many other ways. And mostly, thanks for being disciples dedicated to both faith and the practical application of that faith. I’ve heard stories about your remarkable community ministries here, and feel at home among likeminded friends. I also feel at home because if I have a home town, it’s here in Columbus. Our dad was a preacher, so we moved around some, but I went to junior high and high school close by in Upper Arlington, and when asked this is where I tell people I’m from. This is also the first time I’ve preached a sermon in my hometown, so it’s a special day for me.
It was here in Columbus I became an Ohio State fan, which has turned out to be one of my great loyalties no matter where I’ve been. JoAnn and I served in Indiana for much of my career, and it was there my loyalty actually intensified. I held on even when I pastored a church in South Bend, where they delude themselves into thinking they have this great team – they can get pretty obnoxious about it. But every so often I chose to be pretty obnoxious back. I used a transistor radio to listen to play by play of Ohio State games while attending games at Notre Dame stadium, somewhat to the annoyance of those who invited me.
Now, I bring up this passionate loyalty so that I can talk a bit about Patty and my’s mother. She was also an Ohio State fan, but there was a difference between her and the rest of our family. We’d all be watching the game on TV, and she SAID she wanted Ohio State to win, but then the announcer would relate something about a player on the other team, something about his background or his struggles with an injury, and she’d start to feel sympathetic toward that guy, and would then start to express very mixed feelings, greatly irritating the rest of the family. I vividly remember the 1970 Rose Bowl. Ohio State was on track to be national champions. All they had to do was beat Stanford, which should not have been that difficult. But then the announcer began talking about Jim Plunkett, Stanford’s quarterback. He’d grown up poor, his parents were Mexican Americans, and … they were both blind. It’s true, you can look it up. They’d never seen him play. And my mother switched loyalties just like that. When Ohio State got behind, and then further behind, she urged us all to be happy for blanketyblank Jim Plunkett! I was a reasonably respectful teenager, but I believe I told her to just shut up mom! But she didn’t, Ohio State lost, and the whole Jim Plunkett episode became part of our family lore. But it also taught us a lesson.
Now to my way of thinking, there’s a similar lesson to be found in that passage from Luke’s gospel we heard today. It’s a reiteration of an ancient vision that first came to the prophet Isaiah. We hear about the valleys being lifted up, the mountains brought low, the crooked becoming straight, the rough ways made smooth – and the return of all people to their creator, as it says, “all flesh shall see it together” which means that all will be made right again, all will corrected, all will know salvation. In a time when tribal loyalties reigned supreme, when your identity as a Jew or a Samaritan or Roman was supremely important, this represented a vision of a life that hearkened back to the Garden, where humanity started, where all creatures lived in harmony, AND where it was always intended we would live. The Bible offers this vision in many ways using different terms, talking about a promised land, then a kingdom of Heaven, then a new Jerusalem and so on. It’s where we are supposed to be, where our true loyalty and true citizenship must reside. These words from Isaiah and other visionaries call us to see that. Now, my mother’s timing may have been a bit off that New Year’s Day in 1970, but I know now she was part of that call to raise our eyes from the things that seem to matter so much in the moment, and see more clearly where God wants us to be – our true home with him – and how that changes us, or rather, restores us to who we were created to be. And she was right. She had the right message, I’m forced to admit.
In the Gospel of Luke the one carrying that message is John the Baptist. Luke goes out of his way to first name all the other important people of that time – the Roman Emperor Tiberius, Pontius Pilate, Herod and his brother Philip, Lysanias and the high priests Annas and Caiaphas. But instead of these illustrious figures God used this man John the Baptist to bring a vital message to the world. He was a very rough character, it says he wore a coat of camel hair, he ate locusts – like the locusts we saw and heard this past summer. He ate the honey he found in trees and bushes. He wandered in the wilderness, he had no house, no real home. And he spoke loudly, and sometimes scared people and clearly annoyed people. And yet God used him to share his message, that one day soon we would be brought back where we were meant to be, and that someone special was on his way who would lead us all back to our true home, our permanent home.
A week ago Saturday I conducted a memorial service. It was not in a church or funeral parlor, but at one of our local Moose lodges. It was for a man named Chet Morris. Like John the Baptist he was roughly dressed and rough in appearance, he was always scrounging for his next meal, he had a loud voice and yes, sometimes it scared people. And for most of the time I’d known him, he didn’t have a home. He slept outside and looked it. I got crossways with him once or twice – he’d want to shake hands with everyone coming into the church, kind of like a doorman, but I didn’t want him doing that, his hands were so filthy, and we argued and he stormed off. About a month ago now we’d heard he died. He was 60. At first the rumor was he’d been murdered, which was, sad to say, pretty easy to believe, but no, it was a heart attack most likely. Then we found out Chet had a family – he hadn’t seen them in many years, sometimes decades. A daughter, some brothers, some sisters-in-law, two precious granddaughters, including one he’d never met. So what kind of memorial service do you have for a guy like Chet? Well, strangely enough, we found some things to celebrate. We could celebrate the fact that he’d been doing better this past year. His clothes and hands were cleaner, he was more polite, less pushy. He came back to our church, sat quietly, made a few friends. He found an apartment. When his daughter and brothers got into that apartment they found it to be in pretty good order. He had used his stimulus checks rather wisely, which amazed all of us. These were hopeful signs, and we lifted them up as best we could. So, in a way, you could say his life was pointing us all to something more positive, something better, more universal. You could say he’d become a bit like John the Baptist, that God was using him to convey a hopeful message. And we could be happy about that. But folks, I need to say, very clearly, while Chet was indeed kind of like John the Baptist, that he was kind of, in his own way, bringing a welcome message that the rough places could be made smooth, the crooked could be made straight, this was definitely not the happy conclusion of, say, a Hallmark Christmas movie. It was still very very difficult for his family, and those there to support his family. Frankly, there was just too much heartache to overcome in an hour or two, too much hurt inflicted by Chet, particularly for his daughter who’d had a very sad, very difficult upbringing, and was deprived of a real home herself for much of her growing up. In fact, there was tension in the room when it looked like I might be going for some kind of happy ending that was also something of a false ending, a fairy tale, a sermon that wraps it all up so nicely and neatly but is really conveying an illusion – I’m sure you’ve heard a few of those sermons. So the people there, myself including, were forced to find hope in something beyond those few encouraging signs at the end of Chet’s life. We were forced to look for a more authentic hope - the hope, the expectation, the faith, the vision, that in the end, can only be found in God. And yes, this is the ultimate message of John, and all the prophets of old.
Friends, I know you have a ministry with the homeless. Our church has one as well, and my guess is we are all finding out it’s anything but easy. Perhaps it can seem that way to those who helicopter in, who fly down and then quickly fly back up again, perhaps congratulating themselves on a job well done, a mission accomplished. But taking that deep dive, that’s different. Getting to know such persons, and starting to comprehend all that heartache within them and in those who have tried to love them – that’s a ministry of a whole different order. I have a social worker friend, Daryl, who has worked with the homeless for most of his life. He occasionally lets go, lets down his guard, tells me stories of how, in the end, drugs, mental illness, abusive home life and other traumas have rendered all his efforts null and void. His faith that God wants him to continue to serve in this way is quite often the only thing that keeps him going.
In the New Testament book of Hebrews, the 11th chapter, there is a description of all the heroes of old, the children of Israel, the children of the Covenant who strove with all their might to follow God. These brave men and women endured hardship after hardship, terrible ordeals, torture even, in order to serve God and get to the promised land. But then it says, quote, “These all died in faith, not having received the things promised, but having seen them and greeted them from afar, and having acknowledged that they were strangers and exiles on the earth. For people who speak thus make it clear that they are seeking a homeland. If they had been thinking of that land from which they had gone out, they would have had opportunity to return. But as it is, they desire a better home, that is, a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God.” End quote.
Folks, this is who we need to be. The strivers, the seekers, who are doing our very best in the here and now, but who also, in the end, know ourselves to be strangers and exiles on the earth. We work hard at the tasks set before us, we are faithful to them, we are encouraged by the occasional win, by a victory for our team, but in the end we know are called to something beyond all that, and for that very reason, we do not lose hope. We are the people who celebrate a real God, who chose to come down to physically live with us, not so we can make a few minor adjustments, straighten things up around the house, making it a bit nicer – and likewise not just so we can have a happy holiday at the end of a long year. No, he came so that we might know we have a savior who levels all mountains, fills all valleys, straightens all paths. Christ came, and friends, his Spirit is still with us, giving us the vision that all will be fulfilled one day. And in living within this vision, we are, EVEN NOW, living in our future home, and our true home.
My sister suggested I might share with you that in addition to being a local pastor I’ve also spent a lot of time working with Palestinian Christians. It’s become part of my life’s work. I bring that up, controversial as it might be, because many of these persons and families have ALSO lost their homes. It’s due to forced expulsions by the Israeli government when Israeli only cities are built in the West Bank over the bulldozed remains of Palestinian villages. I don’t want to get any further into the politics of this here in this sermon, and I’d be more than glad to speak with any of you at any time if you want to talk further, but allow me to say two things I know are absolutely true: First, these brothers and sisters in Christ, descendants of the original Christians, are day to day dealing with an increasing demoralization and depression. No question about it. There is almost no confidence that things will get better, not for themselves, not for their children, many of whom choose to flee to other countries. These Palestinian friends tell me plainly, they are not at all optimistic, but then folks, and this is my second point, they then almost always say they ARE … hopeful. You see, their lives and spirits are not entirely determined by the so-called facts of the situation, the stark realities, the impossible and intractable political problems. They also have hope, and it’s a divine hope, a Godly hope. To them this is quite different from optimism, quite different from positive thinking. It’s rooted in their faith in God and It transcends their day to day experience, transcends their day to day victories and defeats. It elevates them to God’s vision for the world, for an ultimate peace, an ultimate reconciliation of all the tribes, what John the Baptist and so many others told us to look for.
Friends, let me summarize. What I’m talking about here is really pretty simple. We receive this simple truth all the time, certainly in our time of holy communion, when we read the Bible publically, when we talk among ourselves about doing something to serve our community. It’s this understanding that there is a God, and not a remote deity at the center of the universe, but one who is made real in the here and now, and is also directing all of creation toward an ultimate fulfillment beyond our time. As we go about our business this week, in tasks large and small, let’s take that perspective with us. In a season of giving and receiving gifts, this is the greatest gift. Let’s receive it, allow it to strengthen our resolve, and then share it with others. Amen.