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Real : Love (Ezekiel Sermon)

It’s been a while since I’ve been behind the pulpit. But this year’s Rope Day, I was given the opportunity to do something different. I SO appreciate Covenant Presbyterian Church for allowing me to follow the direction I felt led and what I felt led to focus on and emphasize this year.
And while I hope it makes a difference, it sure did make a difference to me.

->and the world will be better for this…
(and for YOU in it)

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Heaven Is Hell (And That’s A Good Thing)

Recently, I was having a discussion with my kids about the afterlife, and they were sharing what they believed. The most fascinating aspect that stood out was that they said Heaven doesn’t exist. Everyone goes to Hell when they die. As I probed more for elaboration, they began riffing off of each other’s thoughts, adding to a more well rounded perspective. Essentially, Hell is basically their idea of Hades. There is no separation of realms (Heaven and Hell), and thus no separation of people based on a moral determination.
There’s just one afterlife. One realm.

One “Kingdom,” if you will.

And you can choose to stay there, or come back to this realm of existence here on earth. You can come back as anything you want—whether something living or non-living, animate or inanimate—the only caveat being that you can’t come back as something that already presently exists. And when you die, you return to Hell in whatever of the forms you’ve lived (they added that if you choose something that isn’t alive—their specific example being a can of CocaCola for some reason—you get to choose whenever you want to come back to Hell). You can do this existential recurrence as often as you want to, taking on whatever form you choose whenever you return to Hell.

There’s houses in Hell.
And they’re as big as they need be to “fit everyone in your family and everyone you love.” You don’t have to eat or drink unless you want to. People do what they want, including the work they want. You’re not sad when a loved one isn’t in Hell with you, because you “just know” they’ll be back again, “or you can go to earth and find them.”

Now I haven’t shied away about my actual views of the typical Christian belief of Hell and how what you believe about it moreso acts as a means of how you see and define G-d. I often folded that very ontological concept into my philosophy classroom. But because of what I believe, I lean more towards allowing my children to explore those concepts themselves, and come to me for guidance when they have questions, or if they’re curious what I believe. And if they never directly ask what I believe about the afterlife, then I must be doing something right, because it means they don’t feel the need to believe the same thing out of concern for what would happen if they didn’t.

Which fits my beliefs directly.

Anyway, this conversation with my kids about the afterlife happened to occur around the same time that this… “Atheist” Bible Study I attend was making our way through Matthew. There’s a section where Jesus just tells parable after parable to describe what the Kingdom of Heaven is. You see, Jesus didn’t preach himself, he didn’t approach people and ask them if they’d like to hear about him. No. He preached the Kingdom of Heaven and its immanency. That isn’t a typo on my part. I mean immanent (as in “inherent or existing within,”) and not imminent (as in “something is about to happen or coming soon”).
We were discussing the very Western Evangelical Christian dogma of preaching hard work and toiling through this life of misery, with the promise of reward in Heaven when my friend mentioned something about the Pearly Gates—a phrase I totally forgot about, but something that comes from Revelation 21:21 in a description of the “New Jerusalem,” often associated with Heaven itself in Christian theology.

And the twelve gates were twelve pearls; each one of the gates was a single pearl.”

So in order to get into the Kingdom of Heaven, you have to pass through a pearl.

Suddenly, Matthew 13:45-46 stood out to me.

Again, the Kingdom of Heaven is like a merchant seeking beautiful pearls, and upon finding one pearl of great value, he went and sold all that he had and bought it.

See, one of the only actual commands Jesus ever gave (another singular command simply being to love—G-d, yourself, your enemies, your neighbors) was to seek first the Kingdom (Matthew 6:33). But if the Kingdom is indeed immanent, then it’s everywhere. Perhaps it’s “all things.” And so if it’s everywhere, then you can find it anywhere.

And YET
In this parable—one directly following the parable where Jesus describes the Kingdom of Heaven as a hidden treasure—the Kingdom of Heaven is itself the thing doing the seeking. It’s a merchant seeking fine pearls. But not just seeking. Finding. The Kingdom of Heaven is obsessed with fine pearls, but is also a promise of finding a fine pearl—one worth everything.

The Kingdom is everywhere, its 12 gates are pearls, it goes out seeking beautiful pearls, finds them, and gives everything for it.

Do you know what makes a pearl not only beautiful (the Greek word there is kalos), but valuable? Its luster. Luster is the most important factor in determining a pearl’s beauty, and generally speaking, the higher the luster, the more valuable the pearl.

A pearl forms around a wound in an oyster’s body. To put it another way, an oyster first experiences a pearl as pain. Torment. Suffering.

It secretes nacre, a material made of aragonite and conchiolin, to coat the wound and protect itself from the torment and suffering. The more the nacre (the reactive response to the wound and pain), the more luster the pearl has.

So what makes a pearl full of luster—beautiful (kalos)—and thus, more valuable? You could argue more suffering and torment on the part of the oyster.

The kingdom of heaven is made up of twelve gates created through torment and suffering, seeking out torment and suffering, finding it, and giving up everything for it. The number 12 is a reoccurring number in the Bible. It’s generally interpreted to symbolize completion, but specifically the word “telos” for completion/fulfillment; while also meaning purpose/function. Furthermore, 12 is generally interpreted to symbolize unity. 12 gates made of pearls to enter the Kingdom of Heaven means there’s not just a purpose or function to the pearly gates, there is unity in the pearly gates.

It’s been my personal experience that when I see people desperately seeking the Kingdom of Heaven, they’re doing so in things like Bible studies, workbooks, programs, and schools. But they’re not really seeking the Kingdom as much as running from the pain in their hearts.

As if the solution to the pain was a lack of pain. As if the definition of peace was a lack of suffering and torment.

As if the only freedom from a life that hurts like Hell, is Heaven.

Hell has often been interpreted in Western Evangelical Christianity as what’s often described as “eternal conscious torment” (meaning torture and suffering that you are always fully aware of and experiencing, forever and ever), or “eternal separation from G-d” (which is just a vanilla, friendly way of saying the first one). Either way, Hell has always been expressed as a place of torment and suffering that you want to avoid at all costs.

Unless you ask my kids.

I saw a mug at Target the other day that said “Hell is other people.” Maybe that’s actually true. After all, most of our notions of torment and pain and suffering come at the hands of other people more than say, natural disasters or something. We hurt each other far more and far worse. I recently wrote a very long piece about why (hurting) hurt people hurt other (hurting) hurt people. (It’s actually the longest piece I’ve ever written to date) But what I concluded was that we hurt because we lack. We’re not broken, just incomplete. And that incompletion, that lack, causes desire, which causes suffering.

I stated that suffering isn’t a personal failing, but an ontological characteristic of the human condition. The problem is seeking solutions and promises of fulfillment as a solution to that lack and incompletion. Because we’ll always be incomplete (that’s just another ontological characteristic of the human condition).

I concluded though, that it shouldn’t be about filling the unfillable, but accepting it. And more than just accepting it, acknowledging and sharing it. Suffering leads to empathy and empathy leads to connection. I ended eluding to partaking in the sacrament of communion as a solution to hurting each other. When we focus directly on pain and suffering, with our hands full of bread and wine, we can’t really hurt each other.

Where do we actually find the Kingdom of Heaven? In our pain. In our suffering. In our torment.

But more importantly, where does the Kingdom of Heaven actually find us? In our pain. In our suffering. In our torment.

To avoid your pain is to avoid what your pain gets turned into: a pearl of great luster and value.
In yourself, or in others.

And when you can’t see that, you can’t see the Kingdom of Heaven, especially not for what really is: with gates—not just entrances, but the outside—made from the same pain and torment and suffering.

To avoid your pain is to not see that it’s WHEN and IN your hurt and pain and torment and suffering that the Kingdom of Heaven, like a merchant, is not only seeking you out, but that’s where it finds you.

I recently completed the Manitou Incline wearing a 30lb vest (watch the video by clicking the link) and it caused me to reevaluate a lot of what I’ve said about what I feel regarding my pain and I’m currently making a video about the lessons learned in reflecting on that journey. But the point is this: as I made my way up the incline, I met and talked to others on my way up. We all were facing the same burden and painful task of ascending the incline, but while I talked about my pain and burden of the extra 30lb to others that I met, I didn’t share it with them. It didn’t make me as present as I have talked about experiencing pain doing in the past, it made me detached. Why? Because even though I met people on the ascent, I still did it alone. I didn’t allow others to share in it with me. Eventually all I focused on was to keep going. I even forgot I was wearing the vest (in case you want to watch the video of what I learned, and the full breakdown of what I’m saying here, click this link to go to the second video). The burden and suffering became so much a part of me that I wasn’t aware of them, just burdened by them. It became everything. I wasn’t “present,” I was on auto-pilot. I’m still a little jumbled about it all, and working through it, but some things have become very clear.

You can take communion alone, sure, but I think the real purpose is to take it with others. You can acknowledge pain and suffering and torment, sure, but I think the real purpose is to do so with others.

I told others what I was doing, they could see the 30lb vest, but I didn’t share with them how I was feeling, I didn’t share my thoughts. And more than anything, while there was a spirit of encouragement on that incline, I’m not aware of anyone that was hiking it with the express purpose in doing so with everyone else on the incline, to acknowledge and scale it with the intentional mindset of solidarity.

Earlier in the book of Matthew, Jesus warns against throwing your pearls before swine (Chapter 7). Saying that they’ll trample your pearls and turn and attack you. These same pearls of value that solely exist because of pain and suffering and torment. Maybe the warning here is to not share your suffering with those who don’t share theirs. Yes, suffering brings forth empathy, but only in those who acknowledge their own suffering.

This to me is why the sacrament of communion is so important. That banquet table is where we acknowledge the universal lack, the incompletion, and thus, the universal suffering. I bring my suffering to that table in good faith knowing you and everyone else at the table are doing the same. It’s the focus and purpose of the table itself.

Don’t throw your peals before swine, but definitely throw your peals before wine.
Specifically the communion wine.

You’re not alone in your torment and suffering and pain and hurt. And I think that if you wish to find the Kingdom of Heaven (and that’s the promise, isn’t it? That if you seek it, you WILL find it), you must first look there: in your torment and suffering and pain and hurt. Because that’s where it’s seeking and finding you. And if we all do that, and then come to the banquet table that is communion, well then we make Hell into Heaven.

Or maybe the point is that it always has been. Heaven has always been Hellsuffering, torment, pain, and hurt. But that’s just been the last place we’ve sought to look for it, and the last thing we want to share with others.

I hope to share my Hell with you from now on, and I sincerely hope that you do the same. For I believe that’s where we’ll find the Kingdom of Heaven, here and now.

->and the world will be better for this…

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Baby Jesus, and Secret Hidden Messages Just For You

(in which I present my Christmas thoughts this year by discussing not so secret messages, which version of Jesus you prefer, The Mandalorian (Baby Yoda), The Book Thief, Death, Birth, and All Things New.)

I just finished reading “The Book Thief.” I was given the book by someone who told me that the narrator reminded them of me. It didn’t take too long into it that I realized the narrator is Death.
That’s its own thing, but given how much my head’s been swirling lately, and just how many thoughts go circling around up there, I can see the similarities.
But it’s the last line that really clinched it for me, a last note from the narrator.

I am haunted by humans.”

It’s true. Well…it’s true that that’s how the book ends. But not just that.
It’s true of me too. I am haunted by humans. One of the greatest gifts I can say I’ve gotten was stories of old, of people I never met nor knew. Letters written. Windows into just a PART of someone’s life.

But isn’t that what a story is anyway? Just a window? A person is so much more. And to know the person is SO much more than just knowing the story.

Every story ever told really happened.
Stories…are where memories go when they’re forgotten.”

I can’t speak to why memories get forgotten, but I can say with a certain conviction that stories impact us all differently, and the emotions they elicit in each of us individually can be just as varied as their impact.
But stories have themes. They may even have recurring messages. Some are poetically weaved throughout—subtle. And others are overtly stated right at the beginning.
In The Book Thief, the last line is the narrator stating, “I am haunted by humans.” But one of the first lines is this: “HERE’S A SMALL FACT You are going to die.”

Seems a bit overt, probably probing, begging you to ask yourself the question, “Am I okay with this? Am I okay with dying?” Maybe even makes you get a bit more philosophical in your self reflection and introspection, “What’s it mean to die? What’s it mean to be alive? What’s it mean to die while still living?”
But the more I read on, the more I realized that the Book Thief is less about the character of Liesel Meminger, and more a character study of Death itself; AND as a result, a means of which causes you, the reader, to engage with the character of Death, and perhaps more subtly, your relationship to that character—to Death.

How do you relate to Death?

 

Well. Going back to Christmas. We’ve got a story of Birth, not Death (though, maybe as you’ll see soon, perhaps the story of Christmas is as much as story of Death as it is of Birth).
Put simply, I think the story of Christmas, of Bethlehem, and of the birth of a baby—the revelation that the most important thing in the universe is an infant—also serves to reveal more about you, the reader, and how you engage with each character.
It’s almost inescapable.
Unavoidable.
And ohhhh how we try so hard to do so. Let’s make it about making sure we say the right thing around the holiday, or do the right thing, or buy the right thing. Let’s keep busy. Let’s not think too hard. Let’s do just enough acknowledgment that we feel we’ve serviced the “heart” of the holiday, but not in a way where it changes us, or causes us anxiety about ourselves. Let’s not think too hard about it so as to ask the questions that REALLY SHOULD be asked, the ones that may just bring about the end of us.
It is, after all, simply the birth of the “Savior,” and we KNOW what name to write on the birthday cake.

And it’s the end of the story—the death and resurrection—that we’re left with.

But what does the beginning tell us? What does it reveal about ourselves?
Which version of Jesus do YOU pray to?

I started this post with a clip from Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby. It’s probably my favorite scene from that film because it presents such a real and honest display of everything I’ve been saying up to this point.
What version of Jesus you prefer and like the best says more about you than it does about Jesus.

And what’s wrong with liking the baby version the best?
Because it’s weak? Because it’s not the savior? Because it requires care and a more delicate hand on your part?

See, the grown up, bearded man version of Jesus is the one we go to. That’s the one that “carries us” when we’re struggling (why there’s only one set of footprints). The grown up version is the one that takes care of US, dies for US, saves US.
But the baby version…well…the baby version requires YOU to care for IT. The baby version requires YOU to take care of IT.

It’s the baby version that requires YOU to die for IT.

The baby version requires more on your part. More questions. More self reflection. More introspection. More anxiety. Maybe even the end of you. It requires honesty. Vulnerability.
It requires being an adult. Being a parent. Care. Tenderness. Protection. Realness. Stress.
Humanity.
You feeling weak, frustrated, open to hurt.
It requires you being human.
Sooo…

How do YOU relate to BABY Jesus?

See, I don’t think that’s a question we want to ask ourselves. So we project. We know the end of the story, after all. And the holiday celebrating the birth of Jesus becomes more about what the end of the story means.

I am haunted by humans.”

Recently—much like most redblooded Americans—I began watching Disney+’s “The Mandalorian.” It didn’t take long to reveal the big shocker of the series: a baby Yoda.

Image result for baby yoda
Friggin adorable. You should see him eat a frog. Or play with spaceship controls. Or disobey.

Whoa! Spoilers!” You say. To which I respond with, “Welcome to the internet.”

But the series turns heel at that moment. And what you THOUGHT was a story about one character and his history, becomes about how he relates to an infant.
See he doesn’t know baby Yoda, or what a Yoda species means, it’s power, rarity, bigger narrative implications. He just sees an infant. An adorable one.
And come episode three, the titular Mandalorian abandons everything to take care of the infant.

It’ll be interesting to see what happens at the story’s end, because we the audience don’t know what this baby is, or how important it is, or what will happen to it in the overall narrative.
Like we do with the infant born in a middle eastern cave, and laid in a food troth.
We know the end there. “It is finished.” (Though I don’t think all of us understand the end…)

What if all we had was the beginning (of the story)?

Over the course of my teaching career, I’ve had countless times where students have approached me to say they’re convinced I said something in class just for them. Like I was speaking for their benefit, and speaking directly and only to them. Like I was coding secret messages in a general message JUST to reach out to them.
Funny thing about truth is that sometimes it pierces in such a personal way that it feels as if it’s talking to JUST US. And I won’t lie, sometimes I DID code secret messages in a general message JUST to reach out to specific individuals.

But sometimes a story can feel so personal simply because we think we know the ending. Or maybe that the storyteller does. We think we have it all figured out, the story. It’s like that with people too. We think we know the ending. Or that the other person does.
When in reality, it’s just the beginning. And what that means to us is that we don’t know the ending.
We only know that the story has truly just begun.
And that lack of knowing what happens next, well…if we think we have it figured out, what do we need the story for? What do we need another person for?

Personally, this year has brought about a lot of change. Like…a LOT.
This year has brought about the end of me in so many ways, it’s impossible to fully get into without long, drawn out conversations that stretch far into the night.
And anyone that knows me well enough knows how difficult and challenging this season has always been to me. Not just Christmas, but my birthday as well (which happens to be coming up soon, and falls prior to Christmas). This whole season, just difficult no matter WHAT else is going on in my life.
And I can always tell the struggle has begun because—without FAIL—my lower back begins to hurt to the point of debilitation. This year it hit two days ago. And each year I think, “Gah. What did I do? How’d I pull my back THIS bad??” And then I realize this happens EVERY YEAR.

But something clicked this year that has changed what I view this season to be. No, not that it cured my lower back pain.
The theme. What’s at the heart of the story of this season? The birth? Baby Jesus? All the questions and self reflection and introspection that relating to Baby Jesus brings?

Do not be afraid.” Zacharias. Joseph. Mary. The shephards. “Do not be afraid.”
This is one of the first lines of the narrative in both the Gospels of Matthew and Luke that provide us the Nativity Story, the birth of Jesus.
Do not be afraid.”
THIS is the theme of the story. Each of these characters may have been told the importance of Jesus, what Jesus will be, all of it. But what they were facing in the here and now was this: an infant. A baby.
“A baby changes everything…”

How much responsibility. Care.
The END of you. A NEW relationship.

And it’s scary. It’s frightening. There’s SO many what-ifs. And it will more than likely be the end of you. But all of this is GOOD NEWS. The END of FEAR. Which is good news in itself.

You have everything to fear, and yet you’re told, “It’s okay. You have nothing to fear.”

This is how the story starts. Overtly.
And if anything is subtly weaved throughout the rest of the story, it’s this message.

So I may not know the future. I don’t, actually. Just like I don’t know what’s gonna happen in The Mandalorian, or if having a baby Yoda is somehow going to play into The Rise of Skywalker.
I don’t know it. And not knowing the story can be very scary. And present the end of me.

But I’m not afraid.

And no, this isn’t me making a subtle secret message. (But then again, I’m not that good of a storyteller.) I’m not being poetic, I’m not being mysterious or obscure.
I’m saying this directly and overtly.

DO NOT BE AFRAID.”
I bring you good news. And it’s this: You don’t have to be afraid.

This will change everything, sure. It’ll be the end of you, sure. But you don’t have to fear it.
You don’t have to fear anything that causes you fear.

Merry Christmas. Happy Holidays.
For this is only the beginning. And it’s not just a season. It’s a new life.
THIS is the new year. And none of us have anything to fear.

It’s true. WHEREVER you find love, it feels like Christmas.”

And Christmas means YOU HAVE NOTHING TO FEAR.
So…WHEREVER you find love…DON’T BE AFRAID.
THAT’S good news.

There is no fear in love…perfect love casts out fear.” – 1st John 4:18

And I believe THAT is worth giving thanks.

So.
Let’s all give thanks to tiny, 8lbs 6oz, newborn infant Jesus, who doesn’t even know his shapes and colors.

 

(UP NEXT: What is Love? Baby, Don’t Hurt Me…)

->and the world WILL be better for this…

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