Sunday, November 27, 2016

It's About Time (Sermon for Advent 1)


“It’s About Time”
Romans 13:8-14
Allen Huff
Jonesborough Presbyterian Church
11/27/16 – Advent 1

         In my limited travels around the globe, one thing I’ve learned is that when First-Worlders pack our bags, we tend to stuff our neuroses in with our underwear, toiletries, and anything else we try to keep hidden, but without which we feel lost. When traveling to less-developed nations, one neurosis that creates lots of headache is our addiction to timeliness. And I am not judging. I have never met anyone as enslaved to punctuality as myself. If I am supposed to be at someone’s house at 2:00pm, and I’m late, I’ll risk a speeding ticket to get there on time. If I’m early, I’ll ride a half mile, a mile, even two miles down the road and back so I don’t knock on the door at, God forbid, 1:56.
         Time is much more fluid in places like Mexico and Malawi. In cultures that thrive on relationships rather than business deals, telling folks that something begins at 7pm is like us telling a friend, “We should get together next spring.” The target is wide, and when everyone arrives, whenever that may be, that’s when the game, or the meeting, or the celebration begins.
         The Greeks held two understandings of time. First, they recognized chronos­ – time as determined by the position of the hands on the clock, or the sun in the sky, or the earth in its seasons.
In Romans 13, Paul writes, “You know what time is; it is now the moment for you to wake from sleep,” The word Paul uses is not chronos but Kairos.
         Chronos measures periods of progressive and observable change. Kairos refers to the quality of time – a fullness or even an emptiness. That’s why Paul’s image of awakening fits so appropriately. At the threshold between night and day, between darkness and light, at the continual confluence of past, present, and future, we awaken to the mystic realm of Kairos. Advent calls us to live in a state of perpetual awakening to the Good News of God delivering Kairos into chronos. Advent prepares us for the timeliness of Agape Love taking on flesh and blood, consciousness and clothing, a particular face and personality.
         According to Paul, Love is the character and substance of our preparation. “Love does no wrong to a neighbor,” he says, “therefore, love is the fulfilling of the Law.”
         Knowing that many of his readers will need something more concrete than “love your neighbor,” Paul says to “live honorably as in the day.” He clarifies that by contrasting daytime honor to night time dishonor. The common thread among dishonorable things is a short-sighted and selfish disregard for our neighbors, for the wider human community, and for our own bodies and selves.
         Paul mentions drunkenness, and I suppose he means pretty much what it sounds like. I also think he’s referring to more than the pathology of alcoholism. I think he means willfully losing self-control and defiantly labeling it “autonomy.” I do this because I want to, and I can. And if you don’t like it, leave.
When we don’t cherish and care for the unique and immediate chronos realities of who we are in our own physical bodies, we cannot cherish and care for the people next to us – or the earth itself, without which we do not exist. Failing in the call to love as we are loved by God, we will use our bodies and those of others, either through exploitation or annihilation, as means to superficial pleasures and momentary diversions. Paul calls such darkness “drunkenness, debauchery, and licentiousness.”
“Quarreling and jealousy” also expose a preference for chronos to the exclusion of Kairos. When enslaved to chronos, we create cultures of suspicion and resentment. We mark time by counting victories over competitors. We judge other people’s worth by calculating their potential benefit or threat to us rather than working gratefully to know them for who they are and to cooperate with them.
Advent reminds us that we live in an in-between time. We have one foot in chronos and the other in Kairos. Kairos is our true home, but we cannot ignore chronos. We live here, too. And right now, increasingly, people are suffering the effects of rampant “drunkenness, debauchery, and jealousy.” Trying to proclaim Kairos in the midst of our chronos-fixated culture can be wearisome. It creates a dissonance that can be easily dismissed.
Traveling home yesterday evening, Marianne and I stopped at the rest stop on I-26 between Hendersonville and Asheville. As we walked into the restrooms, Travis Tritt was on the radio belting out the final chorus of his 1991 hit: “Call someone who’ll listen and might give a damn/Maybe one of your sordid affairs/But don’t you come ‘round here handin’ me none of your lines/Here’s a quarter, call someone who cares/Yeah, here’s a quarter, call someone who cares.”1
The very next song to play on that country radio station, another major hit, this one from 1818, ends with this verse: “Silent night, holy night, Son of God, love’s pure light; radiant beams from thy holy face with the dawn of redeeming grace, Jesus, Lord, at thy birth, Jesus, Lord, at thy birth.”
The Incarnation of God in Jesus of Nazareth is God’s embodied, spirited, and profoundly beautiful way of telling us that the created order is not some profane purgatory where souls are incarcerated in bodies and have to prove their worth before moving on to higher and holier things. For all its chronic brokenness and violent imperfection, the Creation does more than bear witness to God. It offers a tangible expression of God’s own Self. The Creation, humankind included, is the ongoing invitation to an organic experience of the Creator. As God’s spiritual act of physically kneading Kairos into chronos, the Incarnation affirms the fundamental goodness and the eternal holiness of all that God, in Love, has made.
While we walk this earth, our purpose is to wake up to “the dawn of redeeming grace.” We are here to be “someone who cares.”
Now, we need each other for Kairos living. No one of us can do it alone. So, when human beings and human institutions seem to go awry, hindering the way of Love with fear and loathing, that becomes our call. Paul says that we “owe” it to one another and to all creation to gather in communities of compassion to do the hard work of living all the more deliberately and visibly as incarnations of Love, Justice, and Peace.
This Advent, it is time to wake up from whatever dreams we’ve been having, and renew our commitment to being that community.

Sunday, November 20, 2016

Jesus Is Lord (Sermon - Reign of Christ Sunday)


“Jesus Is Lord”
Ephesians 1:15-23
Allen Huff
Jonesborough Presbyterian Church
11/20/16

         A preacher climbed in the pulpit one Sunday morning and began repeating over and over, “Jesus is Lord. Jesus is Lord. Jesus is Lord”
After ninety seconds, a few folks realized that this wasn’t going to change, so they got up and left.
         “What’s with that fool preacher?” one said when they got outside. 
         “Don’t know,” said another, “but at least we get to the buffet ahead of the Baptists.”
         “Yeah,” said a third. “And God knows that fried chicken is to die for!”
And they all said, “Amen.”
         On Reign of Christ Sunday, Christians declare without apology that for us, Jesus is Lord. Not the individual. Not health, and wealth, and beauty. Not military or economic power. Not globalism or nationalism. Not baseball or apple pie. Not freedom, the flag, or the good old US-of-A. Not even the Bible or Christianity itself.
Jesus is our Lord. We follow Jesus.
         Acutely aware of the world’s anguish, Paul’s usual word on the kingdom is future-oriented. Writing to the church in Rome, Paul says, “I consider that the sufferings of the present time are not worth comparing with the glory about to be revealed…”
To the church at Corinth he says, “We will not all die, but we will all be changed in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet.”
All is expectation and hope. And as Christians we are indeed called to expect and hope for the fulfillment of the kingdom. That’s what Advent, which begins next Sunday, is all about.
         Then we read Ephesians. In this letter, the Apostle begins to implore his readers to remember that Christ rules “in this age [as well as] the age to come.” This teaching reflects a dramatic shift in Paul’s theological understanding. He urges us to live in and to witness to our hope through an active spirituality that becomes real-time inhabitation of God’s kingdom on earth.
         Having said all that, who among us does not dabble in the kingdoms of other lords? To what or to whom do we often give the energies for worship and service that God has given to us to give back to God? Do we give them to a house, a car, a job? A family member, a friend, a lover? An athlete or a team? A political party or ideology? A prejudice or a fear? All too often, in churches a favorite lord-of-choice is The Almighty Way We’ve Always Done It. What other “lords” are out there?
         When our kids were in elementary school in Mebane, NC, some sort of school program sent them home with four tickets to go see Elon College host South Florida in a friendly game of football. Today, Elon is a university and their mascot is the Phoenix. But back then they were still the Elon College Fighting Christians. I don’t remember what S. Florida’s mascot was, but just for fun let’s call them the Lions.
When we arrived at the stadium, the game had already begun. The Christians and the Lions were going at it down there in the arena. The game itself was marginally interesting, but during the second quarter, the PA announcer came on and yelled, “Ladies and gentlemen, you are less than one minute away from the Domino’s Pizza Scream!”
         “What,” I wondered, “is the Domino’s Pizza Scream?”
After a few minutes longer than less-than-a-minute, five male cheerleaders – the loudest and beefiest of the Christians who weren’t actually out on the field of battle – each picked up a Domino’s Pizza box from the sidelines and headed for the stands.
         The cheerleaders mounted the steps like ancient priests ascending the stairs of some towering ziggurat. Each raised his sacred, cardboard ark over his head then lowered it again. At every elevation of the host, the worshipers stood up, raised their hands, and began to wail and shriek at the top of their lungs. They actually screamed louder for the pizza than they did for the Christians who, for our entertainment, were out there fighting for their lives against the Lions! A man in front of us pulled a dollar bill from his wallet and waved it at the pizza priest who passed nearest us.
         The holy men walked all the way to the top of the temple and turned around. Then in breathtaking unison, they raised their pizzas one last time before an ecstatic congregation. As the chiseled shamans descended the stairs, each bestowed his blessing upon someone in the crowd. If there were some liturgical purpose behind the decision of who received the pizzas, it was not clear to me. Their doctrine of election seemed different from ours. But the one person whom I saw chosen seemed genuinely moved as she reached and received her irresistible, life-transforming gift.
         Hallelujah! Pizza is Lord!
After the sacrament, the congregation settled back into football.
         “Preacher, get a grip! That was just folks having fun!”
Was it? I admit there was a time when I would have enjoyed it as much as anyone. And I guess I enjoyed it that time, too, but as grist for the mill. It’s hard for me to sit back and watch something like the Domino’s Pizza Scream and regard it as completely harmless. Such rituals serve as jarring reminders of how, in very seductive but seemingly innocent ways, we create, and offer ourselves to idols.
         It is hearing Scripture read and proclaimed, coming together in prayer, celebrating the sacraments, and working for justice and transformation in the world that makes us who we are as Christians. If pizza is Lord, then what good are we? We’ve been formed in the image of pepperoni and processed cheese. But if Jesus is Lord, we will acknowledge him in our worship of God.
If Jesus is Lord, we will participate in his life, death, and resurrection.
If Jesus is Lord, we will live in the midst of his kingdom of compassion, justice, and peace – here and now.
If Jesus is Lord, our lives will reveal the dynamic and eternal image of God within us and within all humanity. Even pizza worshipers.
I have good news. Pizza is not Lord. Jesus is Lord.
We’re not celebrating the Sacrament of the Lord’s Supper today, but the table before us remains set as a reminder of Christ’s Lordship. At his table, we find a meal worth celebrating and sharing. We find a promise worth trusting.
         I hope all of you enjoy Thanksgiving this week, but let us always remember that for followers of Jesus, our lasting nourishment is found at this table. Our Lord is always present here. And every human being is and must always be welcome here.
For us, Jesus and Jesus alone is Lord!
Thanks be to God!

Sunday, November 13, 2016

Premeditated Grace (Sermon)


“Premeditated Grace”
                                             Isaiah 65:17-25
Allen Huff
Jonesborough Presbyterian Church
11/13/16

         Most of Isaiah’s audience knows nothing but exile. For those Hebrews born and raised in Babylon, distinguishing between exile life and “normal” life is probably splitting hairs because Babylonians manage to be relatively progressive captors. After vanquishing and dispersing their enemies with a heavy hand, the Babylonians offer the vanquished at least the chance for a semblance of autonomy. Instead of treating the Hebrews like Pharaoh did in Egypt, or like our white ancestors treated slaves in the old South, and African-Americans in the new South, the Babylonians allow the Hebrews to practice their native religion and, to some extent, flourish economically and culturally. Such treatment both increases the benefit and diminishes the threat of keeping a conquered people around.
         So their stories remain. Stories about Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. Stories about another exile and an exodus. Stories about Moses, Joshua, Samuel, and David. Stories about Hebron and Jerusalem. These are stories about identity and redemption – and home. And in the pit of their collective stomach, the Hebrews know that Babylon is not home.
         Isaiah’s job in Babylon is to make the Hebrews homesick, to make them long for Israel. So God calls the prophet to plant seeds of both discontent and hope. Through Isaiah, God says to Israelite exiles, “I am about to create new heavens and a new earth.” And God will rejoice over and delight in this re-imagined creation, a place in which everyone has enough, and where no one “shall hurt or destroy on all my holy mountain.” The reference is to Mt. Zion. Jerusalem. Home. And remember, Israel represents more than herself. Being the specific people who represent God’s specific desire to be in relationship with all creation, Israel symbolizes all that God creates.
Given Israel’s current circumstances, the future proclaimed by Isaiah seems to lie beyond the realm of possibility. That’s why God says, “Before they call, I will answer.” The new thing God is doing will come as an act of unilateral, premeditated grace. Isaiah’s prophecy flies in the face of Solomon’s much earlier, conditional prophecy that has been so hallowed and so hollowed by revivalists: “If my people…pray, [if they] seek my face, and [if they] turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear…forgive...and heal.” (2 Chronicles 7:14)
No, says Isaiah. By definition, grace is unconditional. No ifs. God is already committing all that God is to redeeming Israel. God is filling out, signing, and turning in a pledge card on behalf of the creation.
In Babylon, things could be worse for Israel. But they’re still in exile. Surely, Isaiah’s beautiful day prophecy meets some sharp skepticism.
Since early last Wednesday morning, some of us feel exhilarated and hopeful. Others of us feel shattered and anxious. The truth is, had the national election gone differently, things would have been pretty much the same, just in reverse. We were not going to escape this brokenness. Either way, some of us were going to feel victorious and purposed, and in here, Isaiah’s words would feel descriptive of our experience. And some of us were going to feel exiled and apprehensive, making Isaiah’s prophecy feel rather empty.
Regardless of how we feel about the world right now, Isaiah challenges us to find our place in God’s vision. And God’s vision of grace – whether articulated in the words of Isaiah, or in the promise after the flood, or in the prayers of David, or in the life of Jesus, or in the groanings of all creation as we await our “adoption” and “redemption” – God’s vision declares a creation of shalom, a creation of peace, wholeness, and well-being for all. In God’s vision, you and I are aware of, in love with, and eager to celebrate God’s grace by choosing, each and every day, to live in harmony with our neighbors and the earth around us.
Like you, I’m hearing repeated calls to “unity” right now. That’s good. I’m all for unity. And it seems to me that the unity that matters, the unity that lasts comes not when we simply lay aside critical differences and try to make nice. The unity that matters and lasts comes when we take up our passion for God’s vision. The unity that matters and lasts is the gift of solidarity with those who suffer, those who have no voice, those who are marginalized and threatened by power.
In his first sermon, Jesus reads from Isaiah, the prophet to exiles. “‘The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he has anointed me to bring good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim release to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to let the oppressed go free, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.’” Then Jesus says, “Today this scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing.” (Luke 4:18-19, 21)
        The Gospel reveals that God’s vision eclipses any one town and any one nation. It transcends any one generation or religious tradition. It transcends our own species itself. According to Isaiah, God envisions a renewed Universe. So, smugness in victory and despair in defeat both lead to the same denial of this vision, because it is in process “Today.”
When committing ourselves to the work of a particular church, we commit ourselves to participating in God’s ongoing work of redeeming the world and re-creating it as a place in which God’s Shalom defines us and guides us.
I will be honest with you. Between the events of the last eighteen months and the events of last four days, I’m one of those who feels acutely anxious right now. And I won’t pretend to feel otherwise. Now, I’m no archetype of virtue, but my response to what I feel in my gut is to pledge myself to living as a more visible example of what I believe God’s vision in Isaiah calls me to do, and what God’s presence in Jesus empowers me to be. While Marianne and I will increase our financial pledge, I will increase the energy I commit to participating more boldly in God’s Love, and in advocacy for things I consider consistent with following Jesus in this world.
When you fill out your pledge form to support the mission of Jonesborough Presbyterian Church, I challenge you to look again at Isaiah 65. Remember, too, the Beatitudes and the rest of Jesus’ revolutionary Sermon on the Mount in Matthew. I challenge us all to commit ourselves to God’s vision for a whole and holy creation. When that vision is hard to see or imagine, perhaps our decisions and actions are masking God’s vision. Maybe we even impede it for a time by choosing to commit ourselves to things that run contrary to God’s call to us in Christ. In the end, however, as Rob Bell says, “Love Wins.” Love is our home.
Jonesborough Presbyterian needs your financial commitments to fulfill its own commitments and calling. So on behalf of the Session, I ask you to give generously.
I also ask you to consider deepening your personal Christian service in the coming year. The relational, hands-on mission to which God calls us is more important than ever. Writing to the Colossians, Paul reminds us that the success of our collective witness depends on how gratefully and fearlessly we, “As God’s chosen ones, holy and beloved, clothe [ourselves] with compassion, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience…[and how we] bear with one another and…forgive each other.” (Colossians 3:12-13)
This morning we consecrate far more than money. We consecrate ourselves.

Sunday, November 6, 2016

Resurrection Life: An Urgent Appeal (Sermon)


“Resurrection Life: An Urgent Appeal”
Luke 20:27-38
Allen Huff
Jonesborough Presbyterian Church
11/6/16

         Sadducees. Bless their hearts. Even more legalistic than the Pharisees, Sadducees exclude the writings of historians, prophets, sages, and psalmists from their scripture. Driven by a pathological desire for control, they honor only the Torah. And they give particular attention to laws regarding governance of the temple itself, in particular the privileges of the priesthood. The Sadducees become an instructive example of what happens when human beings fix our faith in material things, when we devote ourselves to ideas and understandings that we declare absolute for everyone. When the temple is destroyed in 66AD, the Sadducees, having laid the groundwork for their own demise, completely disappear. Without the temple building, they have no identity, no vision, no hope.
Some thirty years earlier, a Nazarene rabbi shows up. He exposes wiggle room in the law. He welcomes the unwanted and loves the unlovable. He uses story as an authoritative means of teaching God’s word. The Sadducees take profound offense at this. And it gets worse.
One day Jesus storms Jerusalem on a colt that’s not even green broke. Armed only with leafy branches, his militia declares not war but joy: “Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord! Peace in heaven, and glory in the highest heaven!” (Luke 19:38)
After that, Jesus really throws Legos on the floor at night. He runs all the money changers out of the temple. How can you control people if you don’t keep them off balance with fear and grasping at you for help? This whole grace thing of Jesus is just too much. So, the Sadducees decide to give Jesus some of his own medicine. Jesus tells parables; they’ll do the same.
They run into a problem, though. Parables are both a pedagogy and an art form. They are told to create a kind of crisis for hearers by suggesting a broader reality, by revealing new territory and daring people to step out in faith. Only patient, compassionate teachers who are as willing to learn and grow as they are eager for their students to learn and grow can use parables effectively. The Sadducees don’t get this. Their preposterous story tries to ensnare Jesus in a legal quandary. A woman marries seven brothers in succession according to the law. She dies childless. Whose wife will she be in the resurrection?
It seems to me that both the character and substance of Jesus’ response can instruct all of us right now. The Sadducees intend to attack, embarrass, and tear down, but Jesus refuses to answer in kind. Taking their question seriously, he says, in effect, Ah, but you misunderstand. As a gift of this age, marriage witnesses to the fundamental character of God. God is relationship, faithfulness, and creativity. And Resurrection transcends all of our laws and rituals. In the kingdom of heaven, belonging and intimacy look nothing like marriage as we know it.
Then Jesus addresses the Sadducees’ real issue, the resurrection itself. Finding nothing to support resurrection and an afterlife in their literal reading of the law, they dismiss the idea altogether. That’s understandable, and Jesus is more than understanding. With deep compassion, he challenges the Sadducees and invites them into a different reality.
“And the fact that the dead are raised,” Jesus says. He calls it, “the fact.” Then he mentions Moses. Remember, Jewish tradition attributes the law itself to Moses’ own hand. Moses’ own experience of God, says Jesus, implies Resurrection. Standing before the burning bush, Moses hears Yahweh say, “I am the God of your father, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob.” (Exodus 3:6)
Jesus reveals Yahweh to be the God of Moses’ ancestors, and not just when they were alive, but in that present moment. How, Jesus is saying, can God be the God of the living and the God of those who died, if those who died are not in some way alive in God?
         Throughout his ministry, Jesus has been revealing a great wonder: He is the Resurrected One even before the trials of Friday and the mystery of Sunday. Even as he visits the cities and towns, and walks the backroads of ancient Palestine, Jesus inhabits both this age and the next. He participates in the totality – past, present, and future – of God’s dynamic eternity.
Jesus continually invites us to play around in this gracious paradox. Remember what he tells the Pharisees: “For, in fact, the kingdom of God is among you.” (Luke 17:21b)
This is both good news and heavy responsibility. While the kingdom is, to use Jesus’ words, “in fact” here and now, our experience of it comes as the gift not of mere belief, but of our intentional participation in it. We can, “in fact,” choose to live in the kingdom, to “practice resurrection.”1 We can also, “in fact,” choose death. We can choose to hold grudges, to nurse wounds, to spew our loathing of those we fear, and those we refuse to like – and those who refuse to like us.
At 53, I’m still helping to keep the average age of our congregation and our denomination low. And never in my “young” life have I experienced a zombie apocalypse like the one we’re living now. Never have I felt so much scathing judgment, so much fear, so much rhetoric of deadness. I feel our circles of trust constricting. We choose and even create heroes who do more to cheapen and end life than to reconcile and heal. Throughout our global, national, and local cultures, even in our families, we are stumbling at each other in grotesque decay. We are feasting on death.
Tuesday’s results do matter to me. But if Tuesday’s results matter to me more than you do, then my faith lies in something other than the God revealed in Jesus Christ. And like many of you, I am teetering on the edge. I have to face down that hideous and hateful zombie within me every single day, because I keep projecting my anxieties and prejudices onto people whose opinions differ from mine.
If we keep marrying ourselves to the seven brothers of death – lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, and those two favorite sons, envy, and pride – to whom will we belong in the resurrection?
Brothers and sisters, God calls and equips us to live as Resurrection people here and now. And we cannot afford to wait until it feels safe to do so. Today is the time, the Kairos time, the holy time to recognize and confess the deathliness within ourselves rather than looking for it and condemning it in our neighbors. Now, when seeking to reconcile with one another, we risk much. But when refusing to reconcile, we do, “in fact,” risk everything.
The Sadducees attack Jesus, and he loves them with an invitation to experience Resurrection in their own lives, to practice living as children of the living God, children of the God of the living.
You are a child of God, too. So are those around you, and across every aisle from you – all of them.
Within you, right now, lives a particular strength, a particular gratitude, and a particular Love. This is God’s gift to you to for experiencing and participating in Resurrection life. May you recognize, embrace, and share that gift. It’s a gift that only you can live. And without it neither you nor we are whole.
The peace of Christ be with us all.

1Wendell Berry, “Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front,” Collected Poems: 1957-1982. North Point Press: San Francisco, 1984. P.151-152.