“Jesus came up and walked along with them.” I like to walk. At this time of year, you can find me trudging up the hilly streets of my neighborhood almost every morning. Whichever route I take, I’m sure I’m walking uphill all the way! I’m beginning to wonder if it’s worth it to drive to the bike path just so I can walk on level ground. In nasty or cold weather, you’re likely to find me on the treadmill at OU’s Wellworks or the indoor walking track at the Athens Community Center – definitely second rate to walking outside.
Jesus must have liked to walk too. Actually, in the ancient world almost everyone walked if they had to get somewhere. In contrast to the pious pictures of the Flight into Egypt, the truth is that only the wealthy could afford a wagon and animals to pull it, or even a single animal on which to ride. If you read the gospels carefully, you see that Jesus appears to have walked almost everywhere: all over Galilee and from Galilee to Jerusalem – a trip he made at least twice according to John. Those of us who participated in the Lenten study series and read Adam Hamilton’s The Call learned that Paul travelled great distances on foot, for almost all of his missionary journeys.
So it should not surprise us that, in Luke’s account of one of Jesus’ first post-resurrection appearances, Jesus comes up alongside Cleopas and his unnamed companion and meets them walking to a village about seven miles from Jerusalem. Perhaps so that we too can feel included in the story, we haven’t heard of a Cleopas before in the gospel stories. Moreover, the unnamed companion could possibly have been a woman, and, unlike other places mentioned in the gospels, scholars have yet to agree as to whether “Emmaus” actually existed, and, if so, where it was.
Be that as it may, this story still has plenty to say to us. It was still the day of Resurrection. Late afternoon perhaps? Dispirited, discouraged, deeply disappointed, perhaps even fearing for their own lives, Cleopas and friend trudge along a dirt road. Up comes a stranger, robed and hooded perhaps like a Star Wars Jedi knight. Even though they aren’t sure who he is, Cleopas and his companion befriend the stranger. Or rather, the stranger befriends them. He hears their sad story and takes in all their pain and grief. Then, amazingly, he helps them understand in a new way what they have experienced. The wise stranger helps them to get beyond their preconceived ideas, to think outside the box, and to see their history, traditions, and Scripture in new and fresh ways.
Cleopas and friend return the favor by extending their hospitality once again to the stranger, inviting him to share a meal with them after their long walk. In the act of sharing bread, Jesus the guest miraculously becomes Jesus the host. When he breaks the bread, when he repeats the familiar pattern of taking, breaking, blessing and giving, actions he had done so many times for his disciples, Cleopas and friend finally see who their mysterious companion on the way has been. Then Jesus vanishes, on the move again, perhaps now walking with someone else. Cleopas and friend are overwhelmed by joy, and they run the seven miles back to Jerusalem, to share their experiences with the others.
“Jesus came up and walked along with them.” Christ comes to us walking. He makes himself known to us at his table, as we share the Eucharist with him and with each other. But Christ also comes to us walking, in the midst of our lives. For some of us, Christ comes to us when we are literally walking. I am not alone in liking to walk in the mornings. Other people in my neighborhood also trudge up the hills. Most of us, myself included I’m sorry to say, walk with earphones. At least I listen to Richard Rohr’s sermons or podcasts of “On Being,” in which journalist Krista Tippett interviews spiritual teachers and writers! In addition to being wonderful exercise, morning walks can also be a good time to pray. Methodist pastor Bruce Epperly also likes a daily morning walk. He tells us, “I often use the time for intercessory prayer and personal centering, taking in God’s energy of love and sharing it with others.”1 There is even a form of very slow meditative walking, where we pause with every step to listen for God’s whisper or savor God’s presence in the world around us. I once was taking my morning walk on a country road – without earphones. I passed a cluster of very small white fungi popping up out of the earth. As I knelt down to look at them more closely, I suddenly had a deep sense of my connection to them and of our shared life in God, both of us as God’s beloved creatures.
Have any of you ever tried walking a labyrinth? We actually have one at the Procter Center, our diocesan camp and conference center in London, Ohio. Many churches and retreat centers have them – there’s a very famous one on the floor inside the great medieval cathedral at Chartres, France. The church where I served as a seminarian, St. Alban’s in Bexley, has one. Most labyrinths are outside. They are large stone circles, with concentric paths inside them that eventually lead to the center of the circle and then back out again. They can only be walked in one direction. Many people who walk labyrinths do so with a prayer intention. They carry the intention with them as they walk inward, stop in the center to stand in God’s presence, then move outward again, usually with a renewed sense of connection with God.
And then there are pilgrimages. Pilgrimages are perhaps the most famous way to meet Christ walking. Of course, pilgrimages are not unique to Christianity. Many other faith communities stress the importance of literally walking as a way to deepen one’s relationship with the divine. Pilgrimages were especially popular in medieval Europe. That’s what The Canterbury Tales are all about: stories told on a pilgrimage to the shrine of the martyred St. Thomas a Becket at Canterbury Cathedral in England. Today you can still walk one of the most famous of the medieval pilgrimage routes, the Camino de Compostela, from southern France, across northern Spain, to the cathedral of St. James of Compostela, where legend has it that the remains of the apostle James are buried. You can walk the entire route, a little less than 500 miles. I young man I know did just that and met Christ in the faces, voices, and hands of his fellow pilgrims. You can also walk a short segment of the Camino, just a week perhaps, and still experience the power of a walk with Christ.
You can even take a metaphorical pilgrimage. The writer Christine Valters Paintner has a lovely book entitled The Soul of a Pilgrimage. In it Paintner describes eight stages of the pilgrim’s way – from hearing the call to coming back home. For each stage she describes scripture stories of great biblical journeys and suggests practices of prayer, writing, and photography to deepen the pilgrimage experience. And, in a sense, our daily lives can be pilgrimages. Don’t we often describe the spiritual life as a pilgrimage or journey? If you are ready to come together with other seekers, if you are ready to befriend strangers, if you can share the realities of your life with those around you, and if you are ready to welcome God wherever God shows up, whenever Christ comes up and walks alongside you, then you are on pilgrimage.
Christ comes to us in the breaking of the bread. But Christ also comes to us walking, whether our eyes are open to see him or not. God is always on the move. God calls us to join God on the open road, spiritually, ethically, and, for those who can, physically. And we are on the road with him. As this parish transitions to a new priest, perhaps you may wonder about the destination and future of St. Peter’s. Can we relate to the Emmaus story? We believe the good news, but perhaps you wonder how the good news will be made known here in the weeks, months, and years to come.
So heed Jesus’ words: don’t be afraid. Wherever we are on the road, Christ comes with new energy, new possibilities, and new life. Stay faithful, but keep moving. Keep envisioning new ministries, new liturgies, and new ways of serving God’s people. Rest assured, Christ comes to us walking. He will always be beside us on the road.
1. “The Adventurous Lectionary – Third Sunday of Easter – April 30, 2017.”
Sunday, April 30, 2017
Sunday, April 16, 2017
Woman, Why are You Weeping?
“Woman, why are you weeping?” Why wouldn’t Mary be weeping? She has come in the dark to the rock tomb where Jesus’ body was hastily laid two days ago. She’s alone. She has no women friends with her. Jesus’ male disciples are still in hiding. She’s lost her teacher and dearest friend in the world. She’s lost all the hopes and dreams that she had had, that she had tucked away in her heart, for the new reign of peace, justice, and mercy that Jesus had taught, modeled, and promised.
Scripture tells us little about Mary Magdalene. Her name tells us that she was from Magdala, a fishing village on the northwest shore of the Sea of Galilee. The gospel according to Luke tells us that Jesus had healed her of seven demons, and that was also one of three independent women who traveled with Jesus’ company and bankrolled Jesus’ ministry. John further adds that she stood at the foot of the cross with Mary the mother of Jesus and Mary the wife of Clopas.
But it really doesn’t matter ultimately who she is. She comes to Jesus’ tomb in the darkness of her grief. She finds the stone rolled away and assumes that the last physical evidence of her friend’s existence, his physical body, has been moved – or possibly stolen. She runs to tell Peter and the beloved disciple. Perhaps they can find Jesus’ body. They run to the tomb, bend over, look inside, and see that, yes, Jesus’ body is gone. Then they turn around and head back into hiding.
Mary is still grief-stricken. The men are no comfort at all. Mary is still mourning, still feeling emptiness, absence, and loss. She is still looking for Jesus. She is still wondering where he is, and wondering where God is.
Are you with me? Have you ever been where Mary is? Who hasn’t been? We have all lost loved ones – some way too soon. Most of the time we at least have a body or ashes that we can lay to rest, a last piece of our beloved to which we can bid goodbye. We can lay our loved ones to rest “with sure and certain hope” that they are now in God’s care. We need that physical evidence of their existence. Those who have lost loved ones in war know exactly what Mary was experiencing. Not for nothing do we flock to military cemeteries and memorials, dutifully searching for our loved ones’ names and honoring their memories. I still remember how moved I was when I laid a stone on the memorial to Holocaust victims at the concentration camp in Buchenwald, Germany.
Yes, we know Mary’s grief, and, for some of us, it may still be as fresh as it was for her that dark morning. We also know those other forms of grief, loss, and absence: the death of relationships, lost friendships, divorce, or estrangement from siblings and adult children. We know the despair of addiction. We know about lost jobs and homes. We know about lost hopes and dreams, and about disillusionment, disappointment, and betrayal. We know about discrimination, injustice, and murder. We’ve all stood where Mary stood, searching for God, seeking consolation and finding none. “Woman, why are you weeping?” Why not?
“Woman, why are you weeping?” When Mary answers the angels, she is still feeling loss and emptiness. She is still asking where Jesus is. And even when the stranger, whom she supposes to be a gardener, poses the question, she still feels her loss. Even then, though it is Jesus himself speaking, she is still mired in grief and fails to recognize his voice. She repeats her plaintive question and is about to walk away.
And then. And then the risen Jesus simply calls her name. She stops in her tracks, the truth breaks into her consciousness, the light dawns, and all she can see is the risen Christ. This is the moment of resurrection for the evangelist! In John’s gospel, there are no angels announcing that Jesus has been raised. Jesus himself doesn’t announce that he has been raised. He simply speaks Mary’s name. This is when she realizes that Jesus is not absent but fully present. This is the turning point in her life. “My teacher,” she cries and reaches for him. “You can’t hold on to me,” he says, “everything is changed. Go tell the others.” She does. She is transformed from a woman in mourning to a woman able to proclaim good news. She becomes, as the Greek Orthodox Church calls her, the “apostle to the apostles.” She is an enduring witness to the call of women to preach and teach in the church.
“Woman, why are you weeping?” Are we also in the garden with Mary Magdalene? We don’t need to weep! In all our emptiness, losses, and griefs, there is good news! Didn’t you come here today to hear that good news? There is good news, and we too can hear it. The tomb is empty not because Jesus is absent, but because he is present, because he is always present to us! We too can hear Jesus speaking to us amidst the losses of our own lives. We too will hear him call us by name. He will astound us: he is alive, alive to us in a completely new and unexpected way. We too will hear his reassurance that we are God’s beloved friends. We too will realize that far from being absent, far from being the object of a search that never ends, that God is always present to us. We too will hear his promise to turn sorrow into joy, and death into life. We too will experience resurrection in our own lives.
Will we recognize it? Sometimes we may have to weep, sometimes we may have to acknowledge that we’ve run out of options, sometimes we have to turn to God and just be quiet before we can hear Jesus call our names. Sometimes we have to accept that God shows up in unexpected places. Sometimes we hear God’s voice in the voices of loved ones, friends, preachers, writers, perhaps even Facebook posts! Sometimes we hear Jesus calling us at the altar, as he nourishes us with his Body and Blood. I can’t count the number of times that I have trudged up the aisle dispirited, grieving, full of regrets, or just plain hopeless, and come away healed, filled, and revived. And sometimes we hear Jesus’ voice when we can finally say, “I’m ready to change.” Indeed, Joan Chittister reminds us that “to say ‘I believe in Jesus Christ … who rose from the dead’ is to say something about myself at the same time. It says that I myself am ready to be transformed. Once the Christ life rises in me, I rise to new life as well…. If I know that Jesus has been transformed, then I am transformed myself and, as a result, everything around me. Transformation is never a private affair. But it is always a decisive one.”
Yes, standing with Mary Magdalene, we hear the best news anyone could ever wish for! Then, having heard Jesus call our names, having known his presence truly, are we ready to share that knowledge? Can we hear Jesus’ charge to “go to my brothers?” Can we too say, “I have seen the Lord?”
You can, if you realize that all of us – white, brown, woman, man, old, young, gay, straight, trans, foreign-born – all of us who profess to follow Jesus are called to share our experiences of God at work in our own lives. This Lent we studied the missionary journeys of Paul by reading Adam Hamilton’s The Call and watching the accompanying DVD. In the last chapter of the book Hamilton reminds us that arguments about faith convince no one. Rather, he says, “the most compelling case I can make for my faith comes from my experience of God and the ways that my life is different as a Christ-follower….”
You can say, “I have seen the Lord” when you realize that all of us also experience grief and loss, if you have seen for yourself that we live in a broken, sinful, warring, selfish, and unjust world – the very same world that crucified Jesus, and that all of us need reassurance that Jesus is alive and present in that world. You can say, “I have seen the Lord,” if you trust with all your heart that God is never absent from us, and that in the Paschal Mystery life always triumphs over death.
Legend says that Mary Magdalene continued to proclaim the good news about Jesus, preaching in towns and villages until her death in Gaul in 72 AD. According to one story, she once brought an egg, symbolizing new life, to the Roman emperor Tiberius and told him about Jesus. “A person can no more rise from the dead,” the emperor said angrily, than that egg can turn red.” The egg in Mary’s hand immediately turned red. “Christ is risen,” Mary Magdalene said.1
“Woman, why are you weeping?” I am no longer weeping. I have seen the Lord. And I tell it out with joyful voice! Alleluia, Christ is risen! The Lord is risen indeed, alleluia!
1. Sara Miles, “How to be an Evangelist,” Journey with Jesus, 09 April 2017.
Scripture tells us little about Mary Magdalene. Her name tells us that she was from Magdala, a fishing village on the northwest shore of the Sea of Galilee. The gospel according to Luke tells us that Jesus had healed her of seven demons, and that was also one of three independent women who traveled with Jesus’ company and bankrolled Jesus’ ministry. John further adds that she stood at the foot of the cross with Mary the mother of Jesus and Mary the wife of Clopas.
But it really doesn’t matter ultimately who she is. She comes to Jesus’ tomb in the darkness of her grief. She finds the stone rolled away and assumes that the last physical evidence of her friend’s existence, his physical body, has been moved – or possibly stolen. She runs to tell Peter and the beloved disciple. Perhaps they can find Jesus’ body. They run to the tomb, bend over, look inside, and see that, yes, Jesus’ body is gone. Then they turn around and head back into hiding.
Mary is still grief-stricken. The men are no comfort at all. Mary is still mourning, still feeling emptiness, absence, and loss. She is still looking for Jesus. She is still wondering where he is, and wondering where God is.
Are you with me? Have you ever been where Mary is? Who hasn’t been? We have all lost loved ones – some way too soon. Most of the time we at least have a body or ashes that we can lay to rest, a last piece of our beloved to which we can bid goodbye. We can lay our loved ones to rest “with sure and certain hope” that they are now in God’s care. We need that physical evidence of their existence. Those who have lost loved ones in war know exactly what Mary was experiencing. Not for nothing do we flock to military cemeteries and memorials, dutifully searching for our loved ones’ names and honoring their memories. I still remember how moved I was when I laid a stone on the memorial to Holocaust victims at the concentration camp in Buchenwald, Germany.
Yes, we know Mary’s grief, and, for some of us, it may still be as fresh as it was for her that dark morning. We also know those other forms of grief, loss, and absence: the death of relationships, lost friendships, divorce, or estrangement from siblings and adult children. We know the despair of addiction. We know about lost jobs and homes. We know about lost hopes and dreams, and about disillusionment, disappointment, and betrayal. We know about discrimination, injustice, and murder. We’ve all stood where Mary stood, searching for God, seeking consolation and finding none. “Woman, why are you weeping?” Why not?
“Woman, why are you weeping?” When Mary answers the angels, she is still feeling loss and emptiness. She is still asking where Jesus is. And even when the stranger, whom she supposes to be a gardener, poses the question, she still feels her loss. Even then, though it is Jesus himself speaking, she is still mired in grief and fails to recognize his voice. She repeats her plaintive question and is about to walk away.
And then. And then the risen Jesus simply calls her name. She stops in her tracks, the truth breaks into her consciousness, the light dawns, and all she can see is the risen Christ. This is the moment of resurrection for the evangelist! In John’s gospel, there are no angels announcing that Jesus has been raised. Jesus himself doesn’t announce that he has been raised. He simply speaks Mary’s name. This is when she realizes that Jesus is not absent but fully present. This is the turning point in her life. “My teacher,” she cries and reaches for him. “You can’t hold on to me,” he says, “everything is changed. Go tell the others.” She does. She is transformed from a woman in mourning to a woman able to proclaim good news. She becomes, as the Greek Orthodox Church calls her, the “apostle to the apostles.” She is an enduring witness to the call of women to preach and teach in the church.
“Woman, why are you weeping?” Are we also in the garden with Mary Magdalene? We don’t need to weep! In all our emptiness, losses, and griefs, there is good news! Didn’t you come here today to hear that good news? There is good news, and we too can hear it. The tomb is empty not because Jesus is absent, but because he is present, because he is always present to us! We too can hear Jesus speaking to us amidst the losses of our own lives. We too will hear him call us by name. He will astound us: he is alive, alive to us in a completely new and unexpected way. We too will hear his reassurance that we are God’s beloved friends. We too will realize that far from being absent, far from being the object of a search that never ends, that God is always present to us. We too will hear his promise to turn sorrow into joy, and death into life. We too will experience resurrection in our own lives.
Will we recognize it? Sometimes we may have to weep, sometimes we may have to acknowledge that we’ve run out of options, sometimes we have to turn to God and just be quiet before we can hear Jesus call our names. Sometimes we have to accept that God shows up in unexpected places. Sometimes we hear God’s voice in the voices of loved ones, friends, preachers, writers, perhaps even Facebook posts! Sometimes we hear Jesus calling us at the altar, as he nourishes us with his Body and Blood. I can’t count the number of times that I have trudged up the aisle dispirited, grieving, full of regrets, or just plain hopeless, and come away healed, filled, and revived. And sometimes we hear Jesus’ voice when we can finally say, “I’m ready to change.” Indeed, Joan Chittister reminds us that “to say ‘I believe in Jesus Christ … who rose from the dead’ is to say something about myself at the same time. It says that I myself am ready to be transformed. Once the Christ life rises in me, I rise to new life as well…. If I know that Jesus has been transformed, then I am transformed myself and, as a result, everything around me. Transformation is never a private affair. But it is always a decisive one.”
Yes, standing with Mary Magdalene, we hear the best news anyone could ever wish for! Then, having heard Jesus call our names, having known his presence truly, are we ready to share that knowledge? Can we hear Jesus’ charge to “go to my brothers?” Can we too say, “I have seen the Lord?”
You can, if you realize that all of us – white, brown, woman, man, old, young, gay, straight, trans, foreign-born – all of us who profess to follow Jesus are called to share our experiences of God at work in our own lives. This Lent we studied the missionary journeys of Paul by reading Adam Hamilton’s The Call and watching the accompanying DVD. In the last chapter of the book Hamilton reminds us that arguments about faith convince no one. Rather, he says, “the most compelling case I can make for my faith comes from my experience of God and the ways that my life is different as a Christ-follower….”
You can say, “I have seen the Lord” when you realize that all of us also experience grief and loss, if you have seen for yourself that we live in a broken, sinful, warring, selfish, and unjust world – the very same world that crucified Jesus, and that all of us need reassurance that Jesus is alive and present in that world. You can say, “I have seen the Lord,” if you trust with all your heart that God is never absent from us, and that in the Paschal Mystery life always triumphs over death.
Legend says that Mary Magdalene continued to proclaim the good news about Jesus, preaching in towns and villages until her death in Gaul in 72 AD. According to one story, she once brought an egg, symbolizing new life, to the Roman emperor Tiberius and told him about Jesus. “A person can no more rise from the dead,” the emperor said angrily, than that egg can turn red.” The egg in Mary’s hand immediately turned red. “Christ is risen,” Mary Magdalene said.1
“Woman, why are you weeping?” I am no longer weeping. I have seen the Lord. And I tell it out with joyful voice! Alleluia, Christ is risen! The Lord is risen indeed, alleluia!
1. Sara Miles, “How to be an Evangelist,” Journey with Jesus, 09 April 2017.
Sunday, April 2, 2017
Out of the Depths
“Out of the depths have I called to you, O Lord; Lord, hear my voice….”
Should our readings from Scripture be only sweetness and light? Should the preacher deliver only good news? You know as well as I do that there is plenty of pain in Scripture. You even heard some of it today. And there is also plenty of pain and anguish in our corporate and personal lives. Wouldn’t a preacher be dishonest if she refused to see or preach about the pain in our lives? Perhaps in Lent we are especially called to acknowledge the depths in our lives and to ask where God is when we can’t hear the good news.
Our psalm for this morning calls us to do just that, to consider our cries from the depths. Traditionally, Psalm 130 is part of a group of what is called the Psalms of Ascent, i.e., psalms 120 to 134. This group of psalms is called Psalms of Ascent, because these psalms were traditionally said on the way to the temple in Jerusalem. In ancient times you were literally in the depths as your approached the temple, as it was built on a very high rock. Today that rock is called the Temple Mount, and it houses the Dome of the Rock. It is still a holy place for Jews who come to pray at the Wailing Wall, the last remaining wall of the Second temple, i.e.,the temple of Jesus’ time.
But the “depths” to which the psalmist alludes represent more than the valley floor. Now this is not a psalm of lament like, for example, Psalm 22, in which the psalmist expresses a deep sense of abandonment by God. Here, the psalmist is in some unnamed pain. Perhaps the psalmist cannot even name the source of the pain. Even so, the psalmist calls out from the depths of that pain. What is more important, the psalmist doesn’t just shout out incoherently, though one might do that in great pain. Rather, the psalmist calls out to God – not in complaint, not whining, or grumbling. The psalmist calls out to God for an attentive hearing: “Let you ears consider well the voice of my complaint.” It’s as if crying out to God is sufficient and will in itself lead to hope. When in pain, the psalmist in effect says, “Keep shouting out to God.”
I’m right there with the psalmist. I’ve been reading lately about World War II. Last week I mentioned All the Light We Cannot See, set in France during the war and featuring the blind girl Marie-Laure. I’ve also been listening to The Zookeeper’s Wife, a true story set in Poland during the war. In fact, the film version of the book has just opened in theaters. I’ve found myself wondering how those experiencing the war, and especially Jews and those who helped them escape the Holocaust, might have heard this psalm. Would it have encouraged them?
More to the point, does it encourage us? Many people today look at the state of world, especially the chaos in Washington and what feels like endless war, and are plunged into despair. Others look at the policies and acts of Congress that threaten to undo all the progress we’ve made in recent decades and are deeply worried about the future of our nation and the world.
And certainly we have all known – and know – the depths of our own lives. You can’t open the newspaper or your favorite news app or turn on the television without confronting the depths of addiction our state is experiencing. Drug overdose deaths alone claimed 3,050 lives in Ohio in 2015, not to mentioned the children and other family members affected by drug use, or addictions to other substances. Not for nothing do twelve-step programs say that one has to “hit bottom” before starting the path to recovery. Even if you’ve never been addicted to anything and have been clean and sober your entire life, you’ve certainly experienced dislocation, when dreams vanish and everything in life seems to go awry. Then there’s divorce, loneliness, estrangement from family members, illness, and injury. And, of course, as we were graphically reminded on Ash Wednesday, there’s also death, of our loved ones, and eventually of ourselves. When the psalmist calls “out of the depths,” we have been there too.
But the psalmist does more than cry out to God. The psalmist also then reflects on who this God is whose ears are called for. This is a God who doesn’t keep a “watcher’s eye” out for sins. Rather, this God is always willing to restore right relationship with God’s people. This God is always there for us, a loving God on whom we can count. What a wonderful image in verse 5: the watchman doesn’t “hope” that dawn will come, the watchman knows that the sun will come up! The psalmist may have to wait for God to act but does so with absolutely certain confidence that God will act.
There is good news in this psalm after all! Do you hear it here? Can we cry out to God from the depths of our lives with the same confidence that we have in the sunrise? I’m reminded of that wonderful song from “Annie:” The sun will come out/ Tomorrow/ Bet your bottom dollar/ That tomorrow/ There'll be sun!/ Just thinkin' about/ Tomorrow/ Clears away the cobwebs,/ And the sorrow/ 'Til there's none!” Do we have that confidence in God?
Susanna Metz tells of her days as a boarding student with the sisters of the Servants of the Immaculate Heart of Mary. The sisters have the custom of reciting psalm 130 every evening at 7:00 PM. When the bell rang at 7:00, the students in the study hall would put down their homework and pray the psalm with the sister in charge. Later, as a sister herself, Metz found the psalm to be “a comfort, a habit that made me stop and remember that no matter what, God was with me, waiting … for me to acknowledge that presence within.” Now, no longer a sister, Metz still feels the connection through that psalm with the community and, more important, with her faith in God. Would we benefit from reciting psalm 130 nightly?
Reciting the psalm more regularly might also remind us that the rest of today’s readings from Scripture also reflect sure confidence in God’s action on our behalf. The wonderful vision of the prophet Ezekiel reminds us that God will act when we are in the depths, when we are as lifeless and scattered as the dry bones. Just as Ezekiel saw God reviving the house of Israel, so will God revive us. Our gospel from the gospel according to John is a chaotic and multi-layered story, much like most of John’s gospel. In fact, I could easily imagine this story as reader’s theater! However, if nothing else, the story gives us a dramatic foretaste of the Paschal Mystery, the promise that God will bring us from the depths to the heights, from death to life. What could be better news than that!
And yet there’s one more thing we need to say about this psalm, which we dare not overlook. The psalm ends with two important shifts: from the individual to the corporate, and from addressing God to addressing Israel. Once having asked God to hear and having regained confidence in God’s actions, the psalmist then shares that confidence with the community of Israel. And not because God’s help has already come – it has not by the end of the psalm – but because the psalmist trusts God’s promise of mercy, forgiveness, help, and grace.
We too are called to share our confidence in God’s loving actions with others. We are “Easter people,” people who trust the Paschal Mystery, people who trust that we don’t remain forever in the depths, and that death leads eventually to life. We are called to share that faith especially in this parish. One way we can do that is by praying for each other – that’s one reason for our prayer list, so that we can share with each other the needs of those on our hearts. Perhaps we can do that also by “waiting” with each other in times of stress and difficulty, either in person in sick rooms or at grave sites, or again in prayer. And we can share our faith and trust in God by praying and working for the future of this parish, holding on to our confidence that God will continue to uphold and support a community of Jesus’ followers in the Anglican tradition in this place.
We can also share our confidence in God’s active love with the wider world. If we worry about war, we can pray and work for peace. We can welcome the stranger and those of other faith communities. We can insist that all people be treated with respect and dignity. If we are fearful about the future of our country, we can pray and work for those issues close to our hearts. In particular, we can contact our elected representatives in Columbus and Washington and remind them of our commitment to peace and justice – just as the psalmist reminds the house of Israel.
Most important, all our readings encourage us not to stay in the depths but to confidently call on God – and then share with others our confidence that God’s reign has come near us.
Should our readings from Scripture be only sweetness and light? Should the preacher deliver only good news? You know as well as I do that there is plenty of pain in Scripture. You even heard some of it today. And there is also plenty of pain and anguish in our corporate and personal lives. Wouldn’t a preacher be dishonest if she refused to see or preach about the pain in our lives? Perhaps in Lent we are especially called to acknowledge the depths in our lives and to ask where God is when we can’t hear the good news.
Our psalm for this morning calls us to do just that, to consider our cries from the depths. Traditionally, Psalm 130 is part of a group of what is called the Psalms of Ascent, i.e., psalms 120 to 134. This group of psalms is called Psalms of Ascent, because these psalms were traditionally said on the way to the temple in Jerusalem. In ancient times you were literally in the depths as your approached the temple, as it was built on a very high rock. Today that rock is called the Temple Mount, and it houses the Dome of the Rock. It is still a holy place for Jews who come to pray at the Wailing Wall, the last remaining wall of the Second temple, i.e.,the temple of Jesus’ time.
But the “depths” to which the psalmist alludes represent more than the valley floor. Now this is not a psalm of lament like, for example, Psalm 22, in which the psalmist expresses a deep sense of abandonment by God. Here, the psalmist is in some unnamed pain. Perhaps the psalmist cannot even name the source of the pain. Even so, the psalmist calls out from the depths of that pain. What is more important, the psalmist doesn’t just shout out incoherently, though one might do that in great pain. Rather, the psalmist calls out to God – not in complaint, not whining, or grumbling. The psalmist calls out to God for an attentive hearing: “Let you ears consider well the voice of my complaint.” It’s as if crying out to God is sufficient and will in itself lead to hope. When in pain, the psalmist in effect says, “Keep shouting out to God.”
I’m right there with the psalmist. I’ve been reading lately about World War II. Last week I mentioned All the Light We Cannot See, set in France during the war and featuring the blind girl Marie-Laure. I’ve also been listening to The Zookeeper’s Wife, a true story set in Poland during the war. In fact, the film version of the book has just opened in theaters. I’ve found myself wondering how those experiencing the war, and especially Jews and those who helped them escape the Holocaust, might have heard this psalm. Would it have encouraged them?
More to the point, does it encourage us? Many people today look at the state of world, especially the chaos in Washington and what feels like endless war, and are plunged into despair. Others look at the policies and acts of Congress that threaten to undo all the progress we’ve made in recent decades and are deeply worried about the future of our nation and the world.
And certainly we have all known – and know – the depths of our own lives. You can’t open the newspaper or your favorite news app or turn on the television without confronting the depths of addiction our state is experiencing. Drug overdose deaths alone claimed 3,050 lives in Ohio in 2015, not to mentioned the children and other family members affected by drug use, or addictions to other substances. Not for nothing do twelve-step programs say that one has to “hit bottom” before starting the path to recovery. Even if you’ve never been addicted to anything and have been clean and sober your entire life, you’ve certainly experienced dislocation, when dreams vanish and everything in life seems to go awry. Then there’s divorce, loneliness, estrangement from family members, illness, and injury. And, of course, as we were graphically reminded on Ash Wednesday, there’s also death, of our loved ones, and eventually of ourselves. When the psalmist calls “out of the depths,” we have been there too.
But the psalmist does more than cry out to God. The psalmist also then reflects on who this God is whose ears are called for. This is a God who doesn’t keep a “watcher’s eye” out for sins. Rather, this God is always willing to restore right relationship with God’s people. This God is always there for us, a loving God on whom we can count. What a wonderful image in verse 5: the watchman doesn’t “hope” that dawn will come, the watchman knows that the sun will come up! The psalmist may have to wait for God to act but does so with absolutely certain confidence that God will act.
There is good news in this psalm after all! Do you hear it here? Can we cry out to God from the depths of our lives with the same confidence that we have in the sunrise? I’m reminded of that wonderful song from “Annie:” The sun will come out/ Tomorrow/ Bet your bottom dollar/ That tomorrow/ There'll be sun!/ Just thinkin' about/ Tomorrow/ Clears away the cobwebs,/ And the sorrow/ 'Til there's none!” Do we have that confidence in God?
Susanna Metz tells of her days as a boarding student with the sisters of the Servants of the Immaculate Heart of Mary. The sisters have the custom of reciting psalm 130 every evening at 7:00 PM. When the bell rang at 7:00, the students in the study hall would put down their homework and pray the psalm with the sister in charge. Later, as a sister herself, Metz found the psalm to be “a comfort, a habit that made me stop and remember that no matter what, God was with me, waiting … for me to acknowledge that presence within.” Now, no longer a sister, Metz still feels the connection through that psalm with the community and, more important, with her faith in God. Would we benefit from reciting psalm 130 nightly?
Reciting the psalm more regularly might also remind us that the rest of today’s readings from Scripture also reflect sure confidence in God’s action on our behalf. The wonderful vision of the prophet Ezekiel reminds us that God will act when we are in the depths, when we are as lifeless and scattered as the dry bones. Just as Ezekiel saw God reviving the house of Israel, so will God revive us. Our gospel from the gospel according to John is a chaotic and multi-layered story, much like most of John’s gospel. In fact, I could easily imagine this story as reader’s theater! However, if nothing else, the story gives us a dramatic foretaste of the Paschal Mystery, the promise that God will bring us from the depths to the heights, from death to life. What could be better news than that!
And yet there’s one more thing we need to say about this psalm, which we dare not overlook. The psalm ends with two important shifts: from the individual to the corporate, and from addressing God to addressing Israel. Once having asked God to hear and having regained confidence in God’s actions, the psalmist then shares that confidence with the community of Israel. And not because God’s help has already come – it has not by the end of the psalm – but because the psalmist trusts God’s promise of mercy, forgiveness, help, and grace.
We too are called to share our confidence in God’s loving actions with others. We are “Easter people,” people who trust the Paschal Mystery, people who trust that we don’t remain forever in the depths, and that death leads eventually to life. We are called to share that faith especially in this parish. One way we can do that is by praying for each other – that’s one reason for our prayer list, so that we can share with each other the needs of those on our hearts. Perhaps we can do that also by “waiting” with each other in times of stress and difficulty, either in person in sick rooms or at grave sites, or again in prayer. And we can share our faith and trust in God by praying and working for the future of this parish, holding on to our confidence that God will continue to uphold and support a community of Jesus’ followers in the Anglican tradition in this place.
We can also share our confidence in God’s active love with the wider world. If we worry about war, we can pray and work for peace. We can welcome the stranger and those of other faith communities. We can insist that all people be treated with respect and dignity. If we are fearful about the future of our country, we can pray and work for those issues close to our hearts. In particular, we can contact our elected representatives in Columbus and Washington and remind them of our commitment to peace and justice – just as the psalmist reminds the house of Israel.
Most important, all our readings encourage us not to stay in the depths but to confidently call on God – and then share with others our confidence that God’s reign has come near us.
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