The Liberty of Pity

This has been a full week, in terms of religion, politics, and public policy. In the last few years, I’ve come to follow politics more closely and coming here to Metro DC has only made that more pronounced. One consequence of that is when the axis of faith and politics cross, as they did this week, it becomes harder to ignore the point of intersection. And maybe I could be faulted for ignoring them too much in my preaching. I will readily admit, I have never felt comfortable there.

At our Bible study on Tuesday night, we looked at the Mark’s story of Jesus healing the leper, and this text has been playing in the background of the debate on the news and in print for me like a song that gets stuck in your head.

To be correct, this has been building for awhile. This latest episode, with the US Conference of Roman Catholic Bishops and contraception is just the latest installment. It turned up the volume.

But before that, there was a Supreme Court decision about religious liberty, or separation of church and state, involving Hosanna-Tabor Lutheran Church, a congregation of the Missouri Synod.

The congregation ran a parochial school and one of the teachers developed a physical disability. She began experiencing narcoleptic episodes. She would frequently lose consciousness. Falling asleep involuntarily is a dangerous thing if you’re a teacher in front of a class. Now, students may suffer narcolepsy, I know I had a severe case in history class. I was always falling asleep. Thankfully, the end of the semester was all it took to cure me. It’s a little different when you’re the teacher.

It took a leave of absence for the teacher to get treatment and after treatment, she looked to get her job back. The congregation said, “uh, not so fast,” and long story short, the teacher sued under the Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA).

The congregation fought her on the grounds that the case did not belong in a court, as they were a religious institution. The case went all the way to the Supreme Court, which unanimously sided with the congregation.

Because it was a religious school, separation of church and state exempted the congregation from the standards of protection, fairness and justice that the ADA provided.

It’s hard to really applaud a decision which basically states, in so many words, that basic standards of fairness, justice and protection have no place in a religious institution. But, maybe that’s just me. The ads for Hebrew National hot dogs, and answering to a higher authority, come to mind.

Then, this past week, the US Conference of Roman Catholic Bishops, raised a tremendous outcry, against being required to provide access to contraception to employees in Roman Catholic sponsored institutions, hospitals and universities for example. The bishops cited Roman Catholic teaching that artificial contraception is immoral and they should not be required to pay for something they object to.

And I wondered how the Quakers felt about having their tax dollars going to fund our ongoing wars. Or, the Mennonites. Or, even how I feel about that. Just how do you go about getting one of these exemption things anyway?

In the background of this is Jesus healing a leper. A truly remarkable story. You know about the lot of a leper in the time of Jesus, right? Lepers lived as outcasts. They were forbidden to enter a city, or a village, or to have any sort of physical contact with a clean person, whatsoever. In fact, if they happened upon anyone they had to shout a warning.

Now, there is an indisputable logic to this. Leprosy was highly contagious. And the community, in order to protect itself isolates the leper and demands strict compliance. We can understand the rationale behind the practice, and truth be told, agree with it for the most part. The health and safety of the community must come first.

So, when the leper comes to Jesus, he crosses a tremendous divide. A divide that is not unfamiliar to us either. The huge gap between clean and unclean; acceptable and unacceptable; approved social practice and taboo—life and death.

The leper marches right up to Jesus, ignoring all the good and sound barriers that separate him for the good of the health and safety of the community and pleads with Jesus, “If you choose, you could make me well.”

Do you hear the risk the leper is taking? Socially prescribed behavior demanded Jesus turn his back on the leper. Take down his license plate and turn him into the Temple DMV. No ifs, ands, or buts.

But instead, Mark records the most utterly remarkable, astounding words in this entire text. The words that have been looping through my head all this week like a catchy tune while the courts, and the bishops, and the politicians do their strange, peculiar American dance.

Mark writes that Jesus was “moved with pity.” Three simple words. Of all the things Jesus could have said…should have said… he says, “I do choose. Be made clean.”

And, not only does he say it, he reaches across the barriers, the walls, the impassable divides that separate peoples, and communities, and ideologies, and he touches the man. Physical contact with a leper…the ultimate taboo.

Pity, compassion moves Jesus. Pity and compassion is the fuel in the engine of faith. It compels us from the safe, secure confines of legal doctrines and moral teachings, stifling air of dogmatic authorities, and drives us into the presence of God himself.

We believe that morality is primarily about following the rules. Adhering to certain doctrines, practices and teachings. This entire week’s debate about contraception and religious liberty has been a perfect illustration of that. That and the underlying issue of authority that always drives these debates.

As Lutherans, we don’t need to look outside of ourselves for examples of this debate. Our own debates about sexuality fall into that category too.

“What does the Bible say?”
“What does our doctrine allow?”
“What about tradition?”

The sides line up. People start staking out turf, claiming authority for themselves

For Jesus though, morality was not about doctrines, or dogmas, or teachings, or even about authority. For Jesus, morality begins with pity. Compassion. Addressing the needs of another and the rules don’t even enter into it.

Moved with pity…in spite of it all…Jesus reaches out his hand in the most basic and human of all gestures. He touches another at the point of his deepest need, despite everything that said Jesus shouldn’t, and makes him clean.

I wonder where pity and compassion might have moved the people of Hosanna-Tabor Lutheran Church? Where pity and compassion might move the US Conference of Roman Catholic bishops?

Where will we allow pity and compassion to move us?

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Telling the Truth

A great insight came out of Bible study the other night. I’m still thinking about it. Is the Bible true, or does the Bible tell the truth?

Many well meaning people want to say yes to the first part of the question and leave it at that. Yes, the Bible is true! Anything else?

Now I like simplicity as much as the next person, but here’s the problem with that approach. It focuses attention on the Bible and and reduces truth to mere fact. If a fact is the highest form of truth, faithful living is nothing more than a series of True / False propositions. The Bible; well that’s the grading template. Let’s try a few shall we?

Slavery; True or False?
Homosexuality, True or False?
Evolution, True or False?

You see what I mean? Not always very helpful,is it? This approach to the Bible has led us down an infinite number of dead ends and caused a tremendous amount of human suffering. Going all the way back to Jesus on the cross. This was the Pharisees approach to scripture after all.

Messiah, True or False?

But, what if I say that the Bible tells the truth? Well, for one thing, it frees the Bible from merely being a set of Divine By-Laws. It conveys a truth about living beyond a True/False Quiz. It frees me too. My vocation as a Christian becomes less a lawyer, combing the fine print and searching for loopholes and more a poet explorer, uncovering mystery and wonder. The Biblical narrative becomes a means for me to engage my world. To understand my life story in the context of the story of God.

The Bible tells the Truth, in that the Bible tells the story of God’s relationship with the world. Truth is less fact now and more poetry. Less data and more wisdom. God’s Story is still unfolding in me and around me. It’s not finished yet.

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Let Them Eat Cake

Watched a story about the Philippines on the PBS NewsHour Food for 9 Billlion tonight. With a population of over 100,000,000, the Philippines is struggling to feed its people with dwindling fish supplies which provide the primary source of protein, along with rice, the other staple food.

Making birth control readily available has made a positive impact. In one village the average family has less than 4 children, down from 12 before birth control was available.

In this overwhelmingly Roman Catholic country, the RC Church is pursuing a “scorched earth” policy opposing artificial birth control. The bishop emeritus of the Philippines, which has threatened ex-communication to the President and others who have chosen a different path, says that “if there are more mouths to feed, then produce more food, don’t reduce the number of mouths.”

I can’t remember the last time I’ve been more disgusted with a response from a religious leader. Birth control is God’s gracious gift to us. A blessing that is too often turned to a curse by the self interested edicts of those who fear losing power and authority.

Will we in the Church ever learn? Doctrine, especially Christian doctrine, is worthless except as the towel to gird the waist of those who are kneeling to wash dirty feet.

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Reflections at the Manger

I was standing in the darkness under a watery street light with a small groups of onlookers, watching the familiar characters from a familiar story take their places at the manger among the straw. The people playing them were no less familiar to us watching than the characters they were playing. Members of the parish, our friends and neighbors and our children. Angels, wearing donuts of glittering Christmas tree garland on their heads and oak-tag cut out wings on their backs. The church organist wearing on his head one of the blue bath towels I brought from home, clutching the rope tether of an alpaca in one hand and a stick he found in the woods, a makeshift shepherd’s staff, in the other. Beside him is a member of the parish council, dressed in an old choir robe, carrying an empty shoebox wrapped in gold paper and wearing a one-size-fits-all foil crown from Party Depot.

They file in slowly from the shadows along the path from the fellowship hall where they dressed. As they make their way to the lit manger, you can hear the tittering laughter as neighbors, wives, husbands, even grandparents are recognized and exposed for who they are.

‘Look at you!”
“Oh man, I just gotta get a picture of this.”

As they step into the light though, something happens. The transformation is remarkable. That’s Mary, cradling the baby followed by Joseph, carefully stepping through the straw, gently guiding Mary by her elbow to her seat on a hay bale. The little angels are exactly that, hovering close to Mary, intensely interested in the baby, whose bright eyes peer out from the blankets with an irresistible beneficence.

There is something like silence that runs through the onlookers like electricity. I lower my camera for a moment, captured by the scene and startled at the tear the has come to my eye. No one around me says a word, as the characters settle in to their places and look out at us, beaming.

I think it was the vulnerability of the moment that was suddenly heartrending. Familiar people just like us standing there in outlandish costumes proclaiming the presence of God, in all the places where the world is not quite right. Where life has been pieced together from left over parts and has not turned out the way we planned. God standing with people who carry on the best they can in circumstances not of their choosing.

This is what that holy night was all about all along. It wasn’t about the people who sat comfortably in the inn, eating and drinking in front of a roaring fire. It wasn’t about those who had their life together, captains of their own destiny who cavalierly shape the world and the people in it according to their own whims and desires to this very day.

It was about those who are mostly forgotten and overlooked. Who pass through this world invisibly and who bear the world’s grief. It was about those who will be alone, whose heart will ache, who have nowhere else to be on a dark night but out in the barn. Who travel great distances chasing the star of their dreams only to arrive at a stable.

It was about how God continues to enter our lives from the shadows of vulnerabilities and disappointments. Calls us to stand in a little circle of light in the midst of a vast darkness, dressed in a bath towel and carrying a stick we found in the woods, to say that God is still here, where God has always been. Standing with us In the broken places of our lives. In the very places where we need God the most.

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It’s The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year….Isn’t It?

“It’s the most wonderful time of the year” So the old song goes. In many ways that’s true. It is.

And in just as many ways, for just as many people, it is not:

• When you’ve lost someone you love, whether this year or twenty years ago, and you face another Christmas alone
• When someone dear to you is deployed overseas
• When you’ve lost a job or been “down-sized”
• When these uncertain economic times weigh heavy and there won’t be either a Lexus or a Lego under the tree
• When you’re facing a separation or divorce
• When the kids won’t be able to make it home for Christmas or,
• When you can’t be there either

It’s the most “wonderful time,” and it can also feel like the “most loneliest” time, of the year.

So, this year, we will offer a special “Blue Christmas” liturgy on the longest night of the year, Wednesday December 21st at 7:00PM. We will acknowledge those hidden “blue” feelings, light candles, share stories and remember. And we’ll remind each other what we really celebrate this time of year. Emmanuel. God with us. In all things and on whatever path we walk. We are never beyond God’s embrace, and despite appearances to the contrary sometimes, we are not walking our path alone.

Pastor O.

Be sure to join us for all the special Christmas activities and services this year at Epiphany.

December 18: “LIVING NATIVITY” from 6-7PM, complete with manger and real, live farm animals. Carols, candlelight, and a reading of the Christmas story conclude the evening at 7:00PM.

December 21: “Blue Christmas” liturgy @ 7PM

December 24: Christmas Eve worship @ 7:30PM. Candlelight, Carols and Holy Communion

December 25: Christmas Day worship @ 11:00 AM. (Note the change in time)!

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Ring Them Bells

On our front door, we’ve hung a string of bells. I ring them every time I take the dog out. The idea is that the dog will learn to ring them too, whenever he needs to go. This was not my idea exactly, though I would love to claim it. The bells are designed for this. Routine conditioning through free associations. The formula behind everything from great art to good manners. So now, it sounds like Christmas morning every time we go out the front door. I feel festive, like a child, full of a loopy anticipation. Out into the open spaces and the freedom limited only by stride and the length of the leash.

I can tell you, the bells work. Every morning after breakfast, Prince runs to the front door, and he rings them. Then he turns to me and waits, expecting one thing to follow from another. He doesn’t know the world is full of plans he doesn’t understand, with lives and concerns larger than his. In that sense, it is a spare and unforgiving reflection both ourchildren and our pets hold up to us in the mirror of their innocence. But because his day revolves around mine like the moon, sometimes invisible, sometimes shining, the grace of that innocence is that my days may start with this small gesture of generosity now. I take up the leash, we ring the bells, and we go.

 

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