It Is Us -- Mark 7:1-8, 14-15, 21-23

This is the text of the sermon I preached this morning. It was the first sermon I preached at my internship site, Holy Trinity Lutheran Church in Littleton, CO. 

In the Greek text of today’s Gospel, it specifies what the disciples were eating when the Pharisees accosted Jesus about their uncleanliness. Venture a guess? Bread! For the last five weeks, we’ve been talking about eating. Jesus told us that he is the bread of life. He told us to eat his flesh and drink his blood. We learned that this is not an invitation to cannibalism but rather Jesus’ way of explaining to us that that which we consume consumes us.

A 13th-century French rabbi named Ramban said something really interesting about this idea. Remember how God gave the Israelites very specific prescriptions for their meat—they had to be sure to drain all the blood out of the flesh. As a vegetarian, these details are all sort of gross to me, but, Ramban explained that the reason for this is that in the time of the Israelites—and in the time of Jesus—it was believed that if you ate meat that contained the blood of the animal, the blood, which contained the soul of the animal, would sort of transfuse with your blood and your soul and you would start to become like that animal. 

So what Ramban is saying is that Jesus wanted people to consume that which would imbue them with his best characteristics—compassion, hospitality, love, justice. And in all our talk of food, we’ve noticed that we use a lot of the same words for food as we do for the information we consume. “Let me chew on that” or “Gosh, that’s a lot for me to digest” or even “food for thought!”  

So, what if we look at Jesus’ teaching today as a way to understand what happens not when we eat, but when we see and hear and listen and learn? What if this is a new way to understand our interaction with the world? 

The Gospel according to Mark gives us a laundry list of the evil things that we produce that defile us. Theft, murder, greed, obscenities, envy, lust, pride, lies, arrogance, cruelty. In Bible study last week we talked about what things of earth we worship instead of our God. Things like money and power and sex and material possessions. It’s not that things of earth are inherently evil—its what we do with them, how we interact with them. Money is good. Power is good. Sex is good. But when we abuse these things, abuse each other with these things, and make these things our gods, that is when we are defiled. That’s where the evil comes in. 

It’s hard to recognize where the evil comes from when human beings hurt other human beings. When children of God are tortured, raped, murdered by other children of God. On July 20, James Holmes allegedly shot 71 people, killing 12, at a movie theater just a few miles from here in Aurora, CO. We can point fingers all over the place at who this shooter is and was and what led him to this heinous crime. But we struggle when we find out we have things in common with him—or with anyone we perceive as evil. We distance ourselves from people we fear—this country, in this most divisive of election years, is great at that. We make sure that all of our differences are black and white, starkly identified so that we might never be associated with a group that our group has made “other.” 

But. 

In 2006, I graduated from high school in a little town called Encinitas, CA. Just a few miles away, in Rancho Peñasquitos, James Holmes was graduating from a different high school the very same day. He grew up in North County San Diego, just like me, and went to a local middle school at the same time as some people who would end up my high school classmates. He ran cross-country in the same races as my classmates. He even grew up Lutheran. 

So, you see, this man who many have called evil is not so different from me. Humans, we are not comfortable with this. I can’t put James Holmes in an “other” box as easily as I did in the wee hours of the morning on July 20, after I’d seen The Dark Knight Rises at midnight, myself. Because just like me, James Holmes is a child of God. Just like me. Me. You. Us. 

We have seen evil inside many of our fellow humans. And we respond to it in a lot of different ways. On July 20, many pastors and seminarians posted words of prayer on blogs and facebook and twitter, crying out to God for the poor victims of this senseless tragedy. One—only one—had words of prayer for the shooter and his family. Only one asked us to take a look at the country we live in, the culture we perpetuate, where mental illness is simultaneously stigmatized, demonized, ignored, and denied. Only one asked why we fight gun violence with gun sales, rather than keeping weapons out of the hands of people who endanger others, and recognizing those who need medical attention before it is much too late. Our constitution allows for handgun ownership among our citizenry, but does our faith? Does our understanding of the world God has made necessitate regular citizens to own automatic weapons in fear of one another? What has our fear done to us? 

We cannot blame evil on anybody but ourselves. That’s what Jesus means when he says that defilement comes from the human heart. It is not from some being lurking in the shadows, ready to strike us without our participation. We have seen the enemy, and it is us. The potential for that laundry list of evils is not far from us. It is us. But we know more about evil in this world than to think that our self-centeredness or individual bad decisions is the cause of the world’s deepest hurts. We are perpetrators of harm and we are victims of harm. This complexity sidles right up against our stance as simultaneously saint and sinner—Martin Luther’s explanation for the grace in which we now stand. 

And with all these words about evil, we can’t forget to include words of grace. We all have this potential for evil in us—we are human beings. But we also have the potential for compassion, hospitality, love, and justice—we are children of God. And we are children of a living God who has invited us to this table, to eat. He has cleansed us, so we, like the disciples, have no need for the Pharisees’ cleanliness. In this same chapter of Mark’s gospel, Jesus declares all foods clean! And a huge message from the gospel in its entirety is that we are all made clean. 

David Rhoads is a scholar of the Gospel According to Mark, and he writes about this whole Pharisee cleanliness thing. It’s about orderliness—a place for everything and everything in its place. When cars drive on the streets in front of our homes, we are not upset by that, because that is where cars belong. If a car were to drive up onto our lawns, however, we'd be upset by that, because that is not where cars belong. For the religious authorities of Jesus’ time, there was a place for every kind of animal—it was either in line with the holiness code or it was out of line. It was either clean or unclean. And because there was no room in the holiness code for Gentiles, for by definition they were those outside the Jewish community, they could not possibly be clean. 

All of this hand-washing has nothing to do with hygiene—we know that. It has to do with ritual cleanliness. The Pharisees are concerned that, somewhere along the way, the food they are about to eat has been spiritually contaminated. They’re not worried about pesticides or dirt or bugs or any of the reasons we’d wash an apple before eating it. They’re concerned that the orchard has not kept kosher. That maybe these apples were picked on the Sabbath. Or that the leftover fruit was not properly distributed to the poor. Or that the farmer did not properly tithe from his profits. 

And their dismay with the disciples, then, is not that their dirty fingernails are in the vicinity of the dinner table, but that they haven’t ritually cleansed themselves of the Gentiles they’ve been eating with. Those Gentiles who are defiled by being “other” and whose food is most certainly defiled. 

This is not about washing our hands before dinner, since we’ve been out on the playground or in the garden or the toolshed. It’s about distancing ourselves from that which is “other” than us. Jesus set out to establish that there is a place for everyone—Jew or Gentile—in the order of things. That’s why he ate unclean food with unclean people and did so on the Sabbath. And like this ritual cleanliness is not really about hygiene, neither is the water ritual we participate in these days—baptism. 

In the Lutheran tradition, we pour water over the head of a child, three times—in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. We are not intending to wash this child, literally. We don’t use any soap, for one thing, and we hardly use any water. Traditions with full immersion baptism are not even for the purpose of actual hygiene. They represent a place in the spiritual order of things. Baptism establishes a place for the baptized in the order of things. We are now spiritually orderly, no matter how dirty our hearts or our hands become. 

At worship on Thursday, I played a song as a response to this gospel text. [Since you're reading this online, you get to listen to the song, instead of hearing me read some of the lyrics! Wheeee]


What I love about Grace Potter’s words are that she readily admits to how hard it is to be a follower of Jesus. She says she has fallen for the allure of evil again and again, even while she tries hard to be a reader of scripture and to have a regular prayer practice but that she just couldn’t keep up. How often do we feel overwhelmed by the world in this same way? The good news, though, is that she’s also right about the water. She’s right that in baptism we start anew. And not just on the day of our baptism, but in every moment of every day, as our baptism covenant always holds true.

It’s often hard to say, “Thanks be to God” when the words of Jesus are harsh or difficult or complicated, but we are always experiencing them through a lens of grace. We know that Jesus tells it like it is because, as the Bible often illustrates, getting the people of God to behave themselves was like herding cats. We need reminders of the law but we also need reminders of the gospel.

So, consider yourselves reminded: the good news is that despite the evils that plague us on a daily basis, we are cleansed by the waters of baptism and we start anew in the grace of God.

Hallelujah. Amen!

Joy

Every Thursday, a bunch of area clergy come to our church for my favorite two hours of the week. For the first hour, one member of the group offers up a discussion topic or asks a question related to some aspect of ministry. For the second hour, we study the lectionary texts a week ahead. Today's first hour was spent talking about where we find joy outside of our work. The question was posed as such: What did you do in the last week or so  that was for the express purpose of bringing you joy? What do you do on a regular basis to carve out intentional time just for joy?

I smiled, and began to rattle off things in my mind.

On Saturday [and Tuesday] I spent time with the Schleuseners and Sprowells, some of my favorite humans.
On Tuesday, I went to CSU to see President Obama!
Every Wednesday afternoon, I sit on a big couch at Solid Grounds and read God's Politics.
Multiple times daily, I laugh out loud at my inability to play Draw Something very well, no matter how hard I try.
I watch The Daily Show and The Colbert Report nightly.
I go to the gym three mornings per week. [This may not be solely for joy. But I'm counting it because I get SO MUCH joy out of my strictly neon athletic wear.]
Every few days, I laugh on the phone with Fletcher while he walks to/from the grocery store late at night.
I watch The Newsroom and then hash out the details with my brother and my friends who watch it, via Twitter and text messages.
I eat meals with friends whenever our schedules permit.
I regularly get neon and/or glittery manicures and pedicures.
I regularly watch or read Harry Potter, my favorite adventure of all time.
I spend a lot of hours reading tweets, to be frank.
I bake treats for the people in my office and choir.
I feel pre-emptive joy about the fact that I'm going to see the Padres play the Rockies on Friday night.

These are just the first few things that I thought of and scribbled down in my notes. And these are just the things that are available to me after living in this town for three and a half weeks. I haven't even discovered all the possibilities for joy here.

The reason it even matters, you guys, is that it took my colleagues multiple minutes to be able to think of more than one thing.

It's possible that my plethora of joy comes from my status as new intern rather than senior pastor of 30 years. It's possible that my plethora of joy comes from my innate ability to skip out on work when there's awesome stuff to do (i.e. drink a beer in the courtyard with Paul and Maria and Tony instead of go to class [like half the time]).

The point is, I have all the joy. And I am going to keep having all the joy. So thank you, dear friend, for being part of my joy.

What did you do in the last week or so  that was for the express purpose of bringing you joy? What do you do on a regular basis to carve out intentional time just for joy?

Taboo dinner table conversation, as usual.

Lately (read: always) I have been doing a lot of thinking and reading about politics and religion. At my internship site, Holy Trinity Lutheran Church, there is a new discussion/study/reading/activism group forming around ideas for new ways of advocacy in/from the church. It's a handful of interesting people, all of whom understand that there is more to scripture than just reading -- there's a serious call for doing. [Theology sidebar: Don't you dare say anything about works righteousness. We're not talking about action as requirement for salvation, we're talking about action as a visceral response to the grace in which we now stand. Just so we're clear.] They want to figure out for whom to advocate and how to advocate without the congregation crying partisanship. It's such a fine line to walk, because as soon as you talk to religious folks about anything remotely related to government, they go nuts about separation of church and state. Which is hilarious, because talking at church about eradicating poverty has absolutely nothing to do with establishing a theocracy.

In addition to the reading I'm doing for this advocacy group, this week I picked up Jim Wallis' book God's Politics, which he published in 2005 as a response to totally insane religious polarization in America surrounding George W. Bush's reelection. It's a really interesting look at what the prophets of our scripture were calling their communities to act upon, and how similar our struggles for peace, freedom, equality, and justice still are to this day. He and I don't agree about everything (he's anti-choice, but strives for civil conversation on the subject [as opposed to bombing Planned Parenthoods], which is nice) and the religious landscape of the Democratic Party has changed a little bit with President Obama, so some of his claims about the lackluster left have been improved upon since he wrote them. But the polarization of American "values voters" is still stark and still tragic.

In Bible study recently, we talked about how religious folks in this country argue at the top of their lungs about some pretty minute discrepancies in our interpretations of scripture (homosexuality, abortion, women in ministry) so that we don't have to address the deeply theological issues of poverty and peace.

It's easier to complain about "welfare queens" than it is to admit that we don't have a clue how to make sure our society's most vulnerable people are fed and clothed and sheltered, and way easier than admitting we just don't want to pay for it.

It's easier to picket at Planned Parenthood than it is to let individual women make health care choices that are different than ours, and way easier than admitting that the system we uphold keeps most women from access to the same resources we have.

It's easier to rally around nationalism and supporting the troops than it is to admit that a former President cowboy-ed us in to an unjust war, and way easier than admitting that the United States of America is not in charge of the entire world.

It's easier to yell about 9/11 and terrorism and freedom than it is to admit that we don't know any better than to fight evil with evil, and way easier than admitting we routinely act out of our fear.

It's easier to protest what exists than it is to offer alternatives for what could be the new American paradigm.

And because we are the people of a book of prophets and wisdom and freedom and grace, it is our responsibility to be the voices for the people who continue (thousands of years and miles later) to be the downtrodden and the outcast of our social order. It is not our job as Christians to take away the rights of people who are different from us, simply because we're afraid of our social status changing, and crying "abomination" is easier than crying out for justice.

It is safe to say that I am outspoken about how my religious tradition and political affiliation interact. And as we barrel toward this Presidential election, my voice is going to get exponentially louder in every possible venue. The next two months are not about saving face and keeping people who "don't want to talk about politics" or "don't think politics belong at church" from feeling uncomfortable. Your privileged comfort is not my priority. Hell, my privileged comfort is not my priority.

I saw President Obama speak at CSU yesterday afternoon. To be frank, it was a little underwhelming. I was hoping for the inspiration I felt in 2008 to make a resurgence. It's pretty likely that you know that I am an Obama superfan, so it has zero to do with him as a President. It was just like ten million degrees out and Kelsey didn't make it in in time, and I couldn't really see him very well and nobody around me actually seemed very "fired up and ready to go" either...there's just not the tenacity there was last time.

And my disappointment is also in the fact that many people whom I love and respect do not appreciate the gravity of the situation. They are a bunch of upper-middle-class white males, to be honest, and so they don't have as much at stake in this election (or at least they don't think they do). And I'm planning to spend the next two months getting aggressive with them if I have to.

I don't even plan to hide behind euphemisms like "think about who you're voting for" -- my goal is to re-elect President Barack Obama because to do otherwise is to send this country careening down a path to destruction. I do not believe that President Obama is the savior of this nation (no matter how much I would like him to be) and I also do not believe that any Administration can flip a country upside down in four years. And I know that some of my most liberal friends will wax poetic about third party candidates and I hear you -- I really do. But right now, a vote for a third party just hurts progress, because we're not at a point where third party candidates actually have a shot. Quite frankly, it's a vote for Republicans. And most importantly, I do believe that Mitt Romney and Paul Ryan would try their hardest to make sure that this nation works for them and their race and their gender and their tax bracket only.

There's no time to say "Barack Obama didn't do everything he said he'd do, so I'm not re-electing him" or "The economy is still awful so I'm not re-electing him" or "We're still at war so I'm not re-electing him" or "He's just politics as usual so I'm not re-electing him" or "He didn't support the Occupy movement so I'm not re-electing him" and do you want to know why? Because the alternative to the hope and the change is MITT ROMNEY AND PAUL RYAN, the two Americans least interested in anything that you stood for in 2008 and anything that you think Obama no longer stands for in 2012.

A vote for the Republican Party (whether for President or for Congress) is a step in the wrong direction. Don't agree with me? Tell me why. And if Jesus is part of your life, tell me where Jesus is pro-rich and pro-war and anti-woman and anti-gay and all the things that show up on the GOP platform.

I dare you.

Oh! And if you are even close to letting the words "my vote doesn't matter" out of your mouth, don't even bother speaking to me about this election. On one level, you're absolutely right because one vote does not sway the entire election. But thousands (millions?) of people believing their vote doesn't matter (and therefore not casting their vote) suddenly sways an entire election. You have to be part of the solution.

And if you live in a state that "always" votes one way or the other, you may feel like it doesn't matter if you vote or not. But if you skip the Presidential election, you skip local elections. And local elections are where all sorts of policy actually get enforced. It's where nut job Governors and Mayors and City Councilmembers suddenly do things like ban the teaching of evolution in schools and allow police to pull over non-white drivers on the suspicion that they're undocumented. And you skip some Congressional elections, and you allow people like Rep. Todd Akin to serve on the House Committee on Science while he doesn't even know the finer points of human anatomy.

I digress. Please. Vote. I'm begging you.

One voice can change a room.
And if it can change a room, it can change a city.
And if it can change a city, in can change a state.
And if it can change a state, in can change a nation.
And if it can change a nation, it can change the world.
Your voice can change the world.

Senator Barack Obama
December 9, 2007