Salted with fire

A few weeks ago I was rushing around gathering the food and supplies I needed to go down to Big Sur for our annual parish campout, and I went to the grocery store in a big hurry and I bought some bread. The next day at the campground I made some sandwiches for lunch, but when I bit into the bread it just tasted wrong. I thought I knew what the problem was right away and a closer look at the label on the bread bag confirmed what I feared—it was salt-free bread. Without salt, bread just doesn’t taste right.

Now I hate to waste food, so I gritted my teeth and kept working my way through that loaf of bread, but within a couple of days it started to have this awful, chemical taste to it, and I had to compost the last few slices. What I was tasting was alcohol-- without salt in it to slow down the fermentation the bread quickly started to spoil.

This little misadventure of mine illustrates two important qualities of salt: first, it makes things taste good, and second, it is a preservative, it keeps food from spoiling. This would have been even better known to people of Jesus time than it is to us. In ancient times, of course, they didn’t have freezers or refrigerators or canning factories to preserve their food—so salt was something precious that you couldn’t live without.

There is a lot about today’s Gospel reading that is difficult to interpret, but I suggest that this story might help us understand what Jesus is saying about salt and salting, and blandness and flavor. That’s all well and good, you may say, but there are a lot of different metaphors mixed together in this passage—so what could Jesus mean when says that “everyone will be salted with fire?” That’s a good question, and nobody knows for sure what it means, but if salt is what seasons and preserves, then fire is what transforms and purifies.

It is important to remember that in this section of Mark’s gospel Jesus is trying to get his disciples to understand what kind of Messiah he is. No one doubts that the running conflict that Jesus has been having with the powers-that-be is going to intensify as he moves toward Jerusalem. In fact, it is becoming clear that this conflict is central to God’s purpose in anointing and sending him. But what is most radical and creative and saving about Jesus’ mission is not the conflict itself, but the means that he will use to win it— prophetic demonstration, self-denial, patient suffering, and death.

But every time Jesus tries to explain all this, his disciples come back with something that shows that they just don’t understand. In this week’s reading John reports that they had to stop someone from driving out demons in the name of Jesus because, as he says, “he wasn’t following us.” Like their argument from last week about which one of them is the greatest, this shows that the disciples still think that the mission of the Messiah is going to be another chapter in the tired old human story of ranking winners and losers, insiders and outsiders, instead of God’s definitive judgment on all of that.

“God’s judgment” is not a term that most people feel very comfortable with, but that’s because they imagine that it is like the kind of judgment that we human beings are inflicting on ourselves and one another all the time. And if God were the kind of judge that the disciples would like to be, deciding which one of us is the greatest, or who gets to do exorcisms in Jesus’ name and who doesn’t, there would be little to hope for in God’s justice. But what if God’s judgment has nothing to do with punishment, or establishing the pecking order, or settling scores? What if God’s judgment is the purifying fire of grace, the passionate love that does not ask whether we are worth saving, or whether we are qualified, but seeks only to remove the stumbling blocks we place in our way? What if God’s judgment is to give us life, reconcile us to one another, and bring us to the peace of knowing our complete dependence on a mercy that is infinite?.

If you are like me you wouldn’t mind having some justice like that for yourself, but God forbid that it should be handed out to everyone. There are a lot of people in the world that I like to tell myself are greedy, stupid, selfish, phony, or just not trying hard enough. It shouldn’t shock you to hear me say this—this is how we human beings think, and it doesn’t really matter if we call it “Original Sin” or “Sociobiology” or “Cultural Conditioning”—it is deep-seated, so much so that rooting it out is exceptionally difficult and painful for our egos to bear. Perhaps that is why Jesus likens it cutting off a foot, or tearing out an eye. To encounter a justice so impartial that it could allow itself to be falsely accused before it would accuse its accusers, to be spat on and abused rather than abuse its abusers, to be horribly murdered rather than murder its murderers, is to see all our impatient, self-righteous, petty judgments of others turned around on ourselves, a smoldering fire that is not quenched, a worm that never stops gnawing at our hearts.

To follow Jesus on the way of peace means to systematically acknowledge and continually repent of the false judgments that set us apart from and against the world. As I said, this can be painful—for years I clung to the idea that I was more intelligent and more virtuous than all those middle-class Americans with their wasteful petroleum-powered lifestyles and conspicuous consumption, but as I have grown in my desire to experience common ground with others in society, and especially to repair my relationships with my family of origin, and to get married and have a baby, I have had to compromise that sense of superiority slowly but surely out of existence. Along the way, of course, I got to see how thoroughly it was imbued with envy and resentment.

As we surrender bit by bit our claim to some special and singular favor from God, we become more able to feel wonder and gratitude at the things that we share with other people, and indeed with all the creations of God. We develop a deeper appreciation for the way that universal qualities come together in the unique combination that makes us the essential people that we are—not better, not worse, not more or less deserving of love and happiness—just different. That combination includes some elements we like and are proud of, and some we find it is always difficult to accept. And so we never stop hoping for the purifying fire of God’s loving judgment to work on us, to keep us soft and malleable, to help us be compassionate with others whose secret hurts and struggles we can never fully understand. This is what gives us our saltness. This is the “something essential” that pulls all the rest of the flavors of our existence together and makes us savory rather than bland. Throwing ourselves completely on the mercy of God’s perfect justice preserves us for greater and greater freedom from the consequences of our errors in judgment--and other people’s--even beyond the seeming indignity of death. Having this salt in ourselves is what enables us to forgo all the unquiet and unjust stalemates that are what so often pass for peace in this world, and to move toward the actual reality that Jesus died to bring about.

Follow the Leader

I gave this sermon at All Saints Church on September 13th. Audio of my sermons can be found at the All Saints website.

Jesus is on the road with his disciples and he asks them, “Who do people say that I am?”
This is the set-up question, and all the answers he gets reflect the opinion that he is somebody else, recycled—John the Baptist, Elijah, maybe one of the other prophets. People are thinking big things about Jesus, but they’re not showing a lot of imagination. But then comes the real question, the zinger—“But who do you say that I am?”
And of course this is the question they’ve been asking themselves now for some time. They were crossing the stormy sea in a small boat at night and woke him up and he rebuked the wind and told the waves, “Be quiet!” And the storm stopped, and they were seized by a terrible awe and asked one another, “Who is this, that even the wind and waves obey him?”

“Who do you say that I am?” For us who profess to be Christians there really is no more important question. And Mark’s gospel this morning is telling us that as long as there have been Christians, there have been people who have thought they knew the answer.
Peter thinks he knows the answer: “You are the anointed one, (Messiah in Hebrew, Christos in Greek). You are the Christ.”

Now, no place here or later in Mark’s Gospel is it made clear exactly what Peter means by that. Nor can historians of religion look at other documents from that time and say with certainty exactly who someone like Peter would have thought the Messiah would be or what he would do. But we can make an educated guess that what Peter had in mind was probably another recycled character from the past, in this case an ideal king, a new David. And in one sense he wasn’t that far off the mark. Jesus is a leader sent by God to liberate his people, purify their institutions, and renew their vision of the holy purpose for which they have been chosen out of all the nations. But, as Jesus’ answer to Peter quickly makes plain, he is not going to do this according to the expected script. He is, in fact, carrying out a mission that is unique and original, and turns the very idea of Israel’s Messiah on its head.

“Who do you say that I am?” How we answer that question is critically important, and it’s not a question like “Who won the World Series in 1958?” or “What is the specific gravity of table salt?” It’s a question that takes you deeply into the mystery of how God is at work in the world, and what is the ultimate purpose of our existence. It is a question you answer with your life.

Jesus answers his own question by living in the nearness of God’s kingdom. That means going to where the people are, including the people that have been written off as too bad, too sick, or too crazy, and making community there. He shows them that they are worthy and loved, heals them and forgives their sins, gives them something to eat, and invites them to turn their lives toward God. But Jesus’ mission is not a social program for the disadvantaged. The kingdom he proclaimed is not just for the poor, but for everyone. The road he is walking with his disciples in this story is the road to Jerusalem, where he will carry his message to the rulers of the people, and his invitation to them will be just the same. But Jesus already knows the rulers’ attachment to the old scripts of power struggle and scapegoating violence. He knows how narrow is the path of total trust in God’s wisdom, and how slippery is the slope that begins, “I’ll just cut a few corners now, but when I’m in charge I’ll set things straight.” He can see what’s coming, and he also knows the subtlety of the temptation to lose his nerve and start playing by their game—“Get behind me, Satan!”

But we’re not following that kind of leader. We’ve got a leader who isn’t ashamed to be humiliated and abused. We’ve got a leader who is willing to die. The powers-that-be always tend to read the old scripts in a way that keeps them on top; they resist the natural desire of every creature to embody God’s gift of life in community by recycling the same old dramas of exclusion and domination. But our leader offers us the way to change the whole equation. It is the way of faith that is willing to suffer for the sake of the truth, the way of hope that is as humble and patient as God, the way of love that will never give up, even on an enemy. The New Testament is all about this way of transforming the world. But the point that is most salient in today’s Gospel is that we have to choose. If our answer to the question is really going to be “You are the Christ!” we have to do things Jesus’ way. It may not mean that we’re going to face the kind of horror that he did, (and by the way, please don’t go trying to recycle that script) but our leader is nothing if not honest—we’re going to carry a cross.

It may just be the cross of giving a gift that can never really be repaid. Yesterday I represented all of us at the 30^th anniversary of the Big Sur Health Center. As some of you know, the Health Center building has been on the same property as our Santa Lucia campground and chapel for most of those thirty years and we have never asked for more than a dollar a year in rent. The first stop on my visit was to tour the Health Center where I enjoyed meeting the warm and dedicated staff and seeing their obvious pride in their small, bright, efficiency-apartment of a facility. Next I drove another mile or so to the party which was held under the redwoods at the Big Sur Grange. There I met the Health Center’s extended community of volunteers. It seems that half the residents of Big Sur have been on the board at one point or another. A local jazz singer and her trio were performing on the back of the Blaze Engineering flatbed, while members of the Volunteer Fire Brigade parked cars. Other volunteers served a barbeque lunch provided by the Ventana Inn, the Esalen Institute, and other local businesses. And everyone I talked to said the same thing, “We can’t thank All Saints enough for giving us a place to have our Health Center.”

What could I say except “we’re glad and proud that we can help?” We get an occasional benefit from the relationship—a couple of years ago the Health Center paid to put in a new water treatment system and we get to use the purified water at our campground. But the main reward we get is the health for our souls that comes from following our leader. I’ve never heard anyone at All Saints claim the Health Center as part of our mission, so it was interesting to talk to a former board president yesterday and hear her say, “Our mission is providing quality primary and urgent health care to all, regardless of their ability to pay—it’s really just like yours.”

“Who do you say that I am?” For us at All Saints the Big Sur Health Center is one part of living the answer to that question. When we extend ourselves for the sake of the mission of Jesus in the world, we get to see that he is already there. When we go off the script of self-concern and really engage with the need and suffering of the world we encounter the powerful and creative presence of love that Jesus called the Kingdom of God. In that nearness is the true reward of following Messiah—nothing less than life victorious over death.

Preaching Politics

I gave this sermon on August 23rd at All Saints Church, Carmel. The texts for the day's worship were:

Joshua 24:1-2a, 14-18 Psalm 34:15-22 Ephesians 6:10-20 John 6:56-69

Today I’d like to preach a little bit about religion and politics. Now before you all heading for the exits let me just say that I’m not doing this because there are some hot-button political issues out there right now, in the church and the nation, and I’m really steamed about something and I’ve kept my opinions to myself just about long enough. That’s not what’s going on. Instead, I came to this topic because the lectionary readings kind of forced it on me. Let’s start with the collect of the day—

Grant, O merciful God, that your Church, being gathered

together in unity by your Holy Spirit, may show forth your

power among all peoples.

That, my friends, is a political prayer. Then there is this morning’s reading from Joshua. This is one of the nicer bits from Joshua, a book without a lot of nice bits, and yet we hear—

and the LORD drove out before us all the peoples, the Amorites who lived in the land; therefore we also will serve the LORD, for he is our God.

Yes, I understand that the people are renouncing other Gods of other lands, and pledging their fealty to the God of the land of promise, who acted so mightily on their behalf. But we can’t obscure the nature of the blessing that is being celebrated—the violent seizure of territory in the course of a victorious Holy War.

When people get up to preach about religion and politics, they generally set out to use the scriptures of their particular tradition to prove that one side or another in a controversy of the day is the right one, and therefore that it is our religious duty as good Muslims, or Hindus, or Jews or what have you, to join the fight. If we are going to be honest with ourselves we have to admit that Christianity has lent itself infamously well to this type of enterprise over the years. As the commercial and military expansion of European empires engulfed the globe, the bible marched alongside the gun. And this isn’t a thing of the past. About three years ago, I accepted an invitation from a neighboring faith community to attend a National Day of Prayer gathering in Devendorf Park, here in downtown Carmel. It turned out that the accent was on the National rather than the Prayer. There were prayers for God to grant conquest of the Middle East to American troops, and the conversion of the regions Muslims to Christianity. Many of the prayers that were offered that day used what sounded to me like code words for common Right Wing political causes.

Now in the interest of full disclosure I have to say that when it comes to sectarian politics my own heart is right where it belongs—on the left. And my ilk are just as susceptible to turning religious language into political cant. Words like “peace” and “social justice” and “inclusion” can become little more than ciphers for a particular political ideology. It’s insidious, it’s been going for centuries and it still is happening all the time.

No wonder that Jesus, when he realized that the crowd was coming to make him king, disappeared into the mountains.

That part of the story alone should be enough to tip us off that the Sixth Chapter of John, which we’ve been dwelling in for the past month or more has something to do with politics. I don’t think it diminishes the spiritual significance of the gospel at all to say that part of the liberating work of Jesus is to set us free from politics, or at least the kind that ensnares us, that makes it easy for us to fool ourselves into thinking that we are doing the will of God when we are really serving some lesser master. The earliest Christians knew this kind of so-called “religious” language very well because they’d had it used against them, to single them out as “blasphemers” and “apostates” by Jews and as “atheists” and “enemies of the state” by agents of Rome. It would have been a temptation to fashion verbal weapons for a counterattack, and there were those even then who succumbed to that temptation, and were caught in the snare.

But faith in Jesus shows us a different way to go. It is not an escape from the world and its dilemmas and pressures into an ideal spiritual realm. A decision for Christ and the kingdom of God, means taking a stand, with real political risks and consequences. I say “political” because the words that Jesus has spoken about eating his flesh and drinking his blood, are, as we hear in the gospel, “spirit and life.” The spirit that Christ gives to those who have faith makes them come alive. It fills them with the power to face their fears, and the power to change their ways. It gives them the power to speak the truth, and the power to love people they don’t even know. It gives them the vision and hope to wager their lives on the total transformation of the social order in spite of all evidence that the powers that be are supreme and invincible. Spirit is power and life is power, and politics is about power.

Any genuine spiritual power that the church has comes from God. But this is not the God of Joshua, who takes what he wants by force and gives it to those he chooses. This is the God who calls those he chooses and gives them himself. As his members, we partake of the power of life that is the Spirit within and among us, not the power of some authority wielding the threat of death over us. For us to abide in Christ as active participants in institutional life of the world, with Christ abiding in us, is to renew the promise of politics itself, freeing it from the grip of empty slogans and entrenched positions. It is to be continually on the lookout for possibilities for hope, healing, and insight, rather than relentlessly probing the enemy for weakness. It is to be always listening for the hunger for meaning and belonging that underlies expressions of partisan aggression, and to offer the food of understanding. It is to resist evil with truth, and hatred with an unyielding kindness. To be in public like this is to confound the conventional division of Left from Right. Ironically, it is often also means inviting attack from the left and the right simultaneously. Jesus’ gift of himself to the world was so total that he willingly entered the trap of its politics, letting it close upon him, so that God’s redeeming work could happen even there.

Jesus’ willingness to suffering and die for the life of the world were his political platform, if you will, so it’s no wonder that a lot of people decided to jump off the bandwagon. You’ll notice that the Gospel gives no indication that Jesus tried to keep them from going. He doesn’t tell them they’re wrong, or that the ones who stayed are right. “No one can come to me,” he says, “unless it is granted her by my Father.” I suppose those of us who try to believe, with Peter, that Jesus is the Holy One, could take some elitist pride in our unmerited and gratuitous election. We could use as the grounds for organizing a “Christian” political party. But I love what Peter says when Jesus asks him if he’ll leave too. Not “you’ve got the best chance of winning” or “I think that of all the candidates, you will do the most to protect my interests.” No--Peter says, “Lord, you have the words of eternal life. To whom shall we go?” We should aspire to the same humility when we proclaim Jesus as the savior of the world. It’s not that we wouldn’t leave him if we could, and it’s not like we won’t betray him. It’s just that we understand how deep our predicament really is, and that we own that without the continual nourishment of God’s compassion and wisdom, all we’ve got is politics.

CALL FROM THE FUTURE

CALL FROM THE FUTURE
BARRY LOPEZ considers what is really being asked of us.
(O Magazine, April 2009, p. 156)

IT's NOT AS IF WE DON'T KNOW. EVEN
if we live in the inner city and can't manage
to get to the countryside, we understand
that reconnecting with what is subtle and
profound in nature can take some of the
burning out of our souls. And we know,
too, that global climate change is upon us,
indifferent to our fate and menacing on a
colossal scale.
The question now is no longer about the
old polarity between nature and culture.
The effects of nature and culture on us are
intertwined. Each lends something to the
other; together they sustain us. The better
question is: Where from here? How do we
react so smartly to the complex social and
natural threats before us that a stranger to
our planet, looking back at our history; will
be moved to call us a just, courageous, and
reverent people?
Establishing better ethical relations in
every quarter of our lives-political, social,
environmental-is arguably the starting
point, one that will require, first, an instinct
for reconciliation. Instead of the numbing
rhetoric of"us" and "them," we will have to
invent a new kind of "we." It's the "we" al-
ready welling up in many of us, born out of
empathy, out of genuine love for each other
and the Earth, and out of sober assessments
about our predicament. It's a grittier, less
jingoistic "we," born of hard work.
We hear too often now that times are
rough. Considering global climate change
alone, we can argue convincingly that, in
fact, we're in a far worse spot than those
who have come before us. There are threats
to our physical and mental well-being on
the horizon the like of which humanity has
known only in the most limited way. These
unanticipated developments -collapsing
ocean fisheries, the human disturbance of
viral ecologies, the accumulation of non-
biodegradable plastic- are, rather suddenly
a scary part of everyone's everyday life. And
our apprehension, too, is of a different order than, say,
the fears of Europeans during the spread of
the Black Death or of peasants throughout history;
living precariously before nature's forces and at
the whim of despots. It's an apprehension calling
for something untapped in us.
What we need is uncommonly mature
people. A kind of courage is required we've
not seen before, that "we" in us that wants
to make a simple bow of recognition, with-
out judgment, toward all other people
caught in the same travail, and then simply
to start the work. As individuals we can,
each of us, assess our own faiths and beliefs,
measure our stores of energy; take account
of our own pressing personal responsibili-
ties, and then respond, inventing together
another way of life, one less harmful, less
cruel than the one we have now
We risk trying one another's patience
when we put too fine a point on precisely
which threats we face as a species or make
overbearing claims about the divine attri-
butes of"nature." Simply put, the impact of
human enterprise on nonhuman systems
has created an unusual and strange urgency;
In a relatively short time, we're going to
learn whether we are indeed a match for the
various threats science enumerates. We are
going to find out whether we can actually be
as empathetic toward one another, as toler-
ant, as imaginative as we believe we can.
To develop less cruel and better gov-
erned societies, we're going to have to begin
by trading in the old questions about what
kinds of darkness are forcing us into the fu-
ture and ask instead another question:
What is calling to us? What lies buried in
our destiny that is calling out to us now?
I look at my own task as a writer and hu-
manitarian and know this one thing: With-
out other men and women, hard at work
devising a safer future for every life on Earth,
my task is like the song of a man living alone
in a box: beautiful, perhaps, but of no great.
help to humanity. I need these men and
women. Before long, each of us will be look-
ing to our right and to our left for eyes that
we can believe in. It is with these women
and men that we will initiate the work that
will impel those still to come, including our
children, to praise us-and to understand
the fierceness of our determination that
they not be born in vain because, facing
great threats, we fell down.
Barry Lopez has traveled to more than 60 countries and worked on international humanitarian projects with Mercy Corps and Quest for Global Healing.

Trinity Sunday

For Trinity Sunday here's a quote from page 72 of Why Go to Church: The Drama of the Eucharist by Timothy Radcliffe:

I do assent to various propositions, such as that God exists, even if I do not understand what it means for God to exist...But that is not enough. Aquinas points out that even the Devil accepts the truth of these propositions. Friendship with God changes how I see everything. The persons of the Trinity are not three 'imaginary friends', in the words of [Richard] Dawkins, three people with whom I can have fantasy conversations. Rather friendship with the Triune God reshapes my perception of the world. Believing in the Father, the creator of heaven and earth, I see everything with gratitude. Believing in the Son, I delight in its intelligibility and seek understanding. Believing in the Holy Spirit, I am thrown beyond myself in love. The doctrine of the Trinity, therefore, should not make me a bigot, intolerant of those whose faith is different or non-existent. It should fill me with gratitude for their existence, open my mind to them and help me to see them lovingly. Dogma matters. Orthodoxy liberates one from prejudice and petty-mindedness, and unlocks our hearts and minds.

Another way to come at the same understanding is to own that Trinitarian Orthodoxy is the outcome of a great adventure into the truth of existence, a quest at once passionately and exigently personal and at the same time communal. It is the crystallization of the most profound religious experience, wedding contemplative discernment of the highest order and the progressive development of revelation. And the frontier of this adventure is the nature of reality itself.