Baby Ainsley 365: Family Photo

From our visit with friends on Friday afternoon:


Also, Jan E from A Church for Starving Artists linked to this cool article on knots from the Washington Post. Beloved commented the other day that my blogroll includes many friends she doesn't know; I had to remind her that I haven't met many of you either. But links to cool stuff like this is one of the many things I've really come to enjoy about being a blogger.

Baby Ainsley 365: Another Baby!

On Friday afternoon we took Ainsley to visit friends in our congregation whose daughter and son-in-law just had a baby boy of their own. But of course, Ainsley needed to meet our hosts and determine if they're worthy of her affection. I think she approved in the end...
We were so excited to meet Baby Noah! But we were also thankful - Noah was as big at birth as Ainsley was at 1 month. Beloved was a bit more thankful than I was, as you can imagine. But isn't he a cutie?
Gosh, a guy could get used to having all these babies around...

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Sermon for the 4th Sunday in Lent - "Hired Hands, Slaves and Children"

Preaching Text: Luke 15.1-3, 11-32

These are your words, Lord. Your word is truth. Lead us into the truth. Amen

When I was about seven or eight years old, my brother Brian and I decided that the state of things in our family needed to change. Mowing the lawn, vacuuming the house and cleaning up our rooms for the pittance in allowance we were given seemed manifestly unfair to us. So we went on strike.

I can’t remember if it was the air traffic controllers or the Hormel workers or someone else in the news who had gone on strike and inspired our own labor stoppage, but whoever it was, going in strike sounded good to us. We felt that our demands for fair compensation hadn’t been met and that the only way management (our parents) would give in to our demands would be a strike. So we got the lawn chairs out of the garage and went on strike. Not the cheap, upright lawn chairs, mind you: we got the reclining chairs. After all, if going on strike wasn’t about taking it easy, then what was the point?

We lasted on strike for about three hours. Eventually we got hungry and decided to go inside for some cookies and lemonade, at which point we were informed that people on strike didn’t make any money and we’d just have to fend for ourselves. Needless to say, at that point negotiations started up again, and this time they were decidedly short and one-sided. I would have blamed my youngest brother, Kevin, for crossing the picket line, but he was only three and not devoted to the cause. At any rate, we were soon back to work and order was restored in the household. We didn’t even have time to make signs.

A child who thinks he or she can go on strike is a confused child. In the telling of the gospel parable of the prodigals, Jesus told a story about another set of brothers who were confused about their family and their place within that family, and the pain and grief they both cause to their father, who isn’t confused at all but rather frustrated by and devoted to his children.

The younger son asked for his inheritance from his father, which is the same as saying, “Dad, I don’t want to wait for you to drop dead: gimme what’s mine now, would you?” After living for the moment, blowing the entire inheritance in an unknown number of years and having the misfortune to run out of money just as a famine hit the part of the world in which he lived, the son realized his sin and wanted to save himself somehow. But rather than throw himself on the mercy of the father he abandoned for dead, the son decided that he would make a conditional return to his family. In Luke 15.19 the son said, “I am no longer worthy to be called your son: treat me like one of your hired hands.” The younger son’s confusion led him to believe he could make his way back into his father’s good graces by being a hired hand.

The older son, upstanding, responsible lad that he was, remained home and worked diligently for his father. He managed the farm and the livestock and his father’s affairs well, becoming the child every parent hopes to have. But when the younger son, his brother, returned from his years of reckless wandering and irresponsible living, we find in the older son another sort of confusion. The older son’s confusion made him claim he’d been working like a slave for his father, that all his years of effort and toil hadn’t been out of gratitude, but out of some kind of servitude, and an ungrateful servitude at that.

Can you imagine the pain of the father of these two confused men? Here is a father who has lived a dual life for years. On the one hand, he watched his baby boy wander off into faraway lands, and he must have yearned for his boy’s well-being every day he was gone. No parent can watch a child charge recklessly into such a life without a great deal of pain, suffering and self-doubt. On the other hand, the father proudly watched his firstborn grow and mature into a fine gentleman, a businessman whose responsibility and integrity seemed beyond reproach. No parent can see such maturity and character without feeling justifiably proud of the raising of such a child. So the father was torn between his fear for the one, his pride in the other, his love and devotion to both, and his frustration at the situation in which his family remains, even after the return of the one who was lost.

The father doesn’t want hired hands or slaves: the father’s unrelenting, passionate desire is for his sons to be his children, to live as a family. This was always the father’s desire: that his boys would be brothers to each other and children to the family in which they were raised. This parable is not a parable about sinners getting off easy and the righteous dealing with indignation: this parable is about the reunification and creation of a family in which all are loved and welcomed, and the past is no longer given power over the future. Will there be consequences for the sins that were committed? Absolutely – but the family will face those consequences together, without recrimination or reproach for what has happened in the past. The family is reunited – the lost has been found – all should gather together and rejoice, for what was fractured is once again whole.

Jesus told this parable to more fully illustrate the point he was making about repentance, forgiveness and mercy. A group of Pharisees had been grumbling because tax collectors and other sinners had been coming to hear Jesus teach, and Jesus had welcomed them. After hearing them grumble, Jesus told the Pharisees three parables: the first about a sheep who had been lost and found, a coin which had been lost and found, and a family which had been lost and found. After the parables regarding the lost sheep and the lost coin, Jesus said, “Just so, I tell you, there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who need no repentance,” and “Just so, I tell you, there is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents.” Sheep and coins cannot find themselves, and they cannot change their minds about being lost, yet God and the angels rejoice when sinners repent. This tells me that repentance and forgiveness are not about working our way back into the good graces of God by changing our minds: repentance and forgiveness are more about realizing and accepting what God has already done for us, looking around and realizing that we are already home, already forgiven, already welcome where we have always belonged.

God has not created us to be hired hands. Hired hands negotiate, they earn, they labor for what is not theirs to receive payment that they spend elsewhere. Hired hands may take pride in their work, but only because good work produces a greater reward. Hired hands are rewarded for good performance and punished for poor performance. If a hired hand makes a mistake, the boss may offer forgiveness, but usually with the warning, “Don’t let it happen again.” And eventually, if the hired hand makes enough mistakes or wanders away for a long enough period of time, the hired hand is no longer welcome to work for the boss. This is not the image in which God has created us. Far too many churches operate with the understanding that we are all hired hands, and the reward we receive from God will be proportionate to the amount of our good works. God has not created us to be hired hands.

God has not created us to be slaves. Slaves are property, expendable, with no position or value to the owner except for the work they have done. We know from our own national history that slaves weren’t even considered human by their owners: they were beasts of burden worthy only of the minimum amount of care and feeding necessary to keep them functioning normally. Slaves could be changed as easily as a gear in a machine. God has not created us to be slaves in this sense.

God has created us to be God’s children. Children belong. Children are cherished. Children are nurtured, blessed, raised and instructed to carry on the legacy of the household and their parents. Children are joined to their parents by blood, and so we are joined to God our Father through the blood of Jesus, our brother. But in light of today’s parable, we must remember that children are each treasured and cherished individually, even though they can be vastly different people. In the family of God, all belong because all have been made in the image of God, and there are no slaves or hired hands here, but only siblings in whom God wants us to take delight. Whether you are the wandering reckless child who has returned after years of absence or the dutiful, responsible child who has never strayed, God loves you because you are God’s child. What is past is past, and all that matters in God’s eyes is the future, where the family of God will be reunited and whole once more. As Paul says, “if anyone is in Christ, there is a new creation: everything old has passed away; see, everything has become new!...in Christ God was reconciling the world to himself, not counting [our] trespasses against [us], and entrusting the message of reconciliation to us. So we are ambassadors for Christ, since God is making his appeal through us…”[1]

Do not be confused about who you are in this season of Lent. You are not God’s hired hand, earning wages of righteousness with your good works. You are not God’s slaves, property wearing your fingers to the bone for a God who can and will discard you if you are not producing enough work. You are God’s child, beloved and cherished, and you are welcome in God’s family today. In fact, God’s throwing a feast for you, right at this table: taste and see the great love God has for God’s children, and take your place at the table. Amen.

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[1] 2^nd Corinthians 5.17, 19-20a. The [bracketed] pronouns have been changed from “their” and “them” to [our] and [us] to more fully emphasize the reconciliation we all experience in Christ.

Baby Ainsley 365; The Return of the Camera

As you probably guessed, the camera was sitting out in plain view after all. We were just so zombie-fied due to poor sleep lately that we didn't see it. Oh well.

It's been a nice weekend here in Barrett - the weather is cool but not cold, and even though I was pretty productive at the office this week, I've had some time this afternoon to catch up on work at home before Beloved and I have our first date since Ainsley was born (well, okay, we did go out to dinner once, but this will be far from home and for several hours).

Since I'm a few days behind on pics I'll catch up two at a time. Yesterday afternoon we had the NCAA Tournament on while doing some stuff 'round the house. Ainsley, being her father's daughter, got sucked into the action:


Today Momma & Ainsley headed out for a nice walk while I stayed home to peruse the Saturday paper. Off we go!

Bush Creates Department of Faulty Intelligence

One wonders if said Department will be housed in Fawlty Towers and if the chaplain might be Bishop Aringarosa...

Read the story at The Borowitz Report.

Friday Five: Whatcha Doin'?

From RevGalBlogPals

Well friends, this is one of those weeks when I simply must work today, which is normally my day off. I know, I know. We may tut-tut all we want, but the fact is, some weeks are like that. So, this week's F5 is simple.

Name five things you plan to do today.

Bonus: If today is about "have-to" for you as well, share up to five things you'd like to be doing today.

I should preface this by saying that my 'have to' items are things I generally enjoy as well. I'm one of the lucky few who have found a vocation that gives me great joy more days than not. So pre-marriage counseling is a pleasure for me, as is writing a sermon. Well, most weeks, anyway.

Five Things I Plan To Do Today: (completed items marked with a [check]
1. Write Sunday's sermon.
2. Meet with a couple to begin their pre-marriage counseling. [check]
3. Take out the recycling and trash.
4. Visit a friend and her new baby boy.
5. Help our Property Manager install the new changing table for our Men's Room. [check]

Five Things I'd Like To Do Today:
1. Run 5 miles in 45:00, with energy in my legs. (I'll run today, but my legs just don't have any juice right now thanks to lack of sleep)
2. Curl up in my grandpa's recliner upstairs with a book and a cup of hot chocolate (I might actually get to this one if I'm lucky).
3. Sleep (probably not going to get to this one).
4. Write the Great American Novel (hey, why not dream big?).
5. Eat pizza, a Coldstone Creamery ice cream treat, drink a pint or two of a good dark beer and not gain an ounce (see above).

Late note: I didn't get my 5 miles in 45 yesterday, but I did get them in 47; best run in weeks. And I did eat the pizza & drink the beer; with no Coldstone, maybe the calories at least balanced?

Baby Ainsley 365: Where the #%@! is the camera?!?!

So somehow we've misplaced the digital camera. Thus ends the daily picture until we get the camera located again. That means it's time for reruns! This one is a picture of Grandma M & Ainsley the weekend she was baptized.

"How I Met Your Mother" Quote of the Week...

Barney: "There are two steps to running a marathon. Step 1: Start running. Step 2: ... there is no step 2."

Besides being a great comedy, this quote from How I Met Your Mother is, well, technically correct. For all the shoes, gear, nutrition and other issues dedicated runners juggle, the sport itself is really quite simple. Start running. That's it.

I was reminded of this last night when Sweetie, LH's better half, emailed me, worried that I wouldn't be able to run the Lincoln Marathon due to my knees, which are on notice. I reassured her that yes, I was still planning to run (I've already registered, actually, so if I don't run I waste the $50). No, I probably won't meet my goal time of four hours or less, due to the complete lack of good sleep AJ is forcing on us. But Beloved told me the other night that I'll have so much fun hanging out with old friends and visiting old haunts that it won't matter how well I run. And do you know what? She's probably right.

So, I'll start running. 26.2 miles later, I'll stop. And it'll all be okay. Boston can wait, right?

Focus On This, Dr. Dobson...

When I was growing up, Dr. James Dobson was a name to be trusted. I remember seeing copies of The Strong Willed Child and Dare to Discipline on my mother's nightstand. (Yes, I was the strong-willed one who needed the discipline) In my mind, at least, Dr. Dobson was someone my parents thought worthy of attention while they tried to raise me right. I'm sure that was Dr. Dobson's intent; to be one who helped parents instill Christian values in their children in a culture that was not always hospitable to them.

Today, my feelings have changed. I no longer trust Focus on the Family or Dr. Dobson, especially when it comes to raising my own children or commenting on parenting in the 21st century. Why? Because I get the feeling that Dr. Dobson is far more concerned with protecting his empire than actually protecting children these days. From the FotF bunker in Colorado, Dr. Dobson issues statements with all the authority of Pope Leo X, and all the effectiveness as well. From commentary on who will be the best president to demanding the resignation of a lobbyist for the National Association of Evangelicals, Dr. Dobson's tirades are growing tiresome and, I believe, more and more separated from the real world.

Jim Wallis and Brian McLaren have both written excellent commentary on Dobson's latest. For myself, I'm far more worried about the world Dr. Dobson would create than the straw men Focus on the Family has been setting up over the past few years. Methinks its time for a new focus.

Baby Ainsley 365

Yay - Kathryn's here!

Baby Ainsley 365: A Swingin Afternoon

Well, we're not sure what it is up there, but it certainly has our attention. Please note the patented "Johnson tongue" indicating deep thought or intense concentration.

On Notice!

1. DST - Like I have an hour of sleep to sacrifice with a seven-week-old in the house?
2. Mud - I can't run in it. I can't get it off my shoes. I can't keep it out of my house. I can't get it off my car. I HATE March weather.
3. My Knees - They suck. I got five miles in yesterday and had to quit because of severe pain. At this rate I don't know if I'll be able to finish the marathon in May. Thanks, Mom.
4. Minnesota Sports - T-Wolves? Suck. Gopher basketball? Suck. Gopher football? Suck. Vikings? Suck. Wild? Hockey. Twins? Trying to build a stadium and getting held up by a bunch of farmers holding their downtown lot until it screams. What's to like?
5. Share-It-Alls - Shut up. At some point, your ignorance is just going to reach critical mass and I'm going to friggin explode. Not every situation or item on an agenda needs your ill-informed and conjectural comment.
6. CNN - I'll start watching again when you stop looking so much like "Inside Edition" or "Access Hollywood." Seriously, weren't you once "the most trusted name in news?"
7. "Relevant" - If you're trying to be "relevant" you're trying to be something you're not. Stop it. Now.
8. "Contemporary" Worship - ALL WORSHIP IS CONTEMPORARY. If you don't like organs, that's fine, but unless the organist is playing in a time warp, that worship is "contemporary" as well.

Ahhh - that feels better.

Sermon for the 3rd Sunday in Lent - "Dangerous Confessions"

There’s an old joke about two campers out in the woods who startle a bear and wind up on the run with the bear in hot pursuit. One camper screams to the other one, “Do you think you really think you can run faster than a bear?” The other camper screams back, “No! – I just have to run faster than you!”

There is an element of this mentality in the questions Jesus was asked in Luke 13. “Jesus, wouldn’t you say that the awful way those Galileans died was proof of their great sinfulness?” You can almost hear the scales balancing in the heads of the people asking the questions: “We don’t need to stop sinning altogether; we just need to be holier than our neighbors to avoid punishment!”

The thing is, you can’t out-holify your neighbor any more than you can outrun a bear. A bear’s stomach will get full eventually, but our appetite for self-righteousness can be all-consuming. Let us pray: Merciful God, your patience is enduring and your love is steadfast. But we know that you desire repentance. We know that we have not met your intention for our lives, and we know we cannot meet that intention without your Spirit within us. We endlessly compare ourselves with our neighbors rather than filling our lives with your word and your promises. Raise in us the desire to turn away from that which kills us in our sins, and turn us toward your life-giving mercy and your promises of redemption and peace. All this we ask in Jesus’ name. Amen.

Out of curiosity, I did some searching on a major news website as I was writing this sermon. If you search for “Anna Nicole Smith,” you’ll find 120 hits. Search for “Britney Spears” and you’ll get 303 hits. Search for I. Lewis “Scooter” Libby, the former Vice Presidential Chief of Staff who was convicted of perjury this week, and you’ll get 45 hits. Nothing sells like a scandal, and business has been good over the past month.

In this life we are surrounded by danger. Stock markets crash. Planes run over their runways and burst into flames. Politicians raise millions for an election 18 months in the future, while the homeless freeze and starve on our streets and thousands of American children live without adequate medical insurance. Soldiers get sent overseas to fight a war no one wants to fight anymore, and when they are wounded they come home to hospitals filled with mold and vermin and never-ending bueracracy. But in the midst of all of this, we can take heart: at least we’re not as bad as Anna Nicole or Britney or Scooter. We aren’t as ignorant as President Bush or as corrupt as the Clintons. We aren’t as rude as the Donald or as outspoken as Rosie. So long as we’re staying ahead of the game, we’ll be all right. Don’t drink, don’t smoke and always wear your seatbelt: you’ll be fine.

Are we afraid? If so, it’s for good reason. We can tell ourselves that we’re okay by modern standards; like Garrison Keillor says “it could be worse.” But we also know, deep within us, two unassailable facts that cause us great fear:

1) Life is unpredictable and does not always follow cause and effect the way we think it should.

2) We are just as bound to sin as our neighbor because the standard is God’s law, not our neighbor’s sin.

Our fear of these two facts lead us right back to the false assumption that keeping ahead of the scandals can keep us ahead of the game itself. Because we are afraid, we surround ourselves with the right kind of people: folks who have it all together, who know that if you do right, you’ll be right. And so we go on protecting ourselves by ostracizing the wrong sorts of people and the unlucky and the sinners until we’ve created our own little kingdom where goodness thrives because we eliminate anyone or anything that shows the slightest bit of bad luck, trouble or sin. And we make our peace with this by telling ourselves that it was our neighbors’ sins that put them out of the group. We confess that our neighbors are in bondage to sin and cannot free themselves – but that’s not our problem.

When Jesus encountered this mentality in the gospel of Luke, he didn’t hesitate to blow it right out of the water, because it was poisoning the minds and hearts of his followers. When confronted with the dangerous confessions of a neighbor’s sin, Jesus reminded his listeners that they would indeed “get what’s coming to them,” but the only thing that was coming was death. Jesus told his listeners that there was no safety in hiding behind the terrible misfortunes of others; confessing a neighbor’s sin to mask one’s own sin was, and is, a terribly dangerous thing to do. Jesus wanted nothing to do with it.

Rev. Tony Campolo, who is the author of our Lenten video series “Curing Affluenza,” said that he was so grateful for a seminary education because it could explain away all the harsh sayings of Jesus. Well, I’m sorry to say that some of my seminary educators didn’t allow that to happen. One of the oldest questions a theologian has to face is the question of the “benevolent savage.” Imagine a native tribal family somewhere in the depths of darkest Africa. They’ve lived in a small village all their lives and they care for each other in the best way they are able to do. Father and mother honor and cherish their children, and the children dutifully care for their parents and grandparents when they are no longer able to care for themselves. In all their deeds they follow the law: they do not steal, they do not slander their neighbors, they remain true to their spouses, they do not kill, and so on. But they have never heard of Jesus. No one has ever come to them with the good news of Christ. And so the question is: what happens to these wonderful people when they die? No one ever gave them the gospel: is that their fault?

This is just another version of the dangerous confession of a neighbor’s sin, and it’s one of the oldest. When it came up in my Lutheran confessions class with Gerhard Forde and Jim Nestingen, they shot back with this confrontational answer: “Who are you thinking of, and what are you waiting for?” Contrary to popular opinion and outward appearances, faith is not an abstract, intellectual exercise. Genuine faith is a deeply personal experience that rises out of a mingling of human interaction and divine intervention. The benevolent savage of our story doesn’t exist: what does exist is a neighbor who needs the gospel – period.

Jesus didn’t come to offer hypothetical faith. God did not become incarnate in order to confirm our prejudice regarding our neighbors and our self-justification. The Holy Spirit will not reveal the reasons behind our neighbor’s misfortune. So it’s time to stop the dangerous practice of confessing our neighbor’s sin. Jesus couldn’t have been more clear: what happens to others happens to others, but your sins will find you out. It’s time for repentance, for a turning-away from our sins, and one of the sins from which we must turn away is confessing our neighbor’s sin.

Our reading from Isaiah this morning describes the consequences of confessing our neighbor’s sin:

“Why do you spend your money for that which is not bread, and your labor for that which does not satisfy?”

The dangerous confession of the sins of others is the spiritual equivalent of cotton candy laced with asbestos: sweet to the taste, but completely unfulfilling, and poisonous to boot. There is no way to climb to heaven on the shoulders of the sinners around you – Jesus won’t have it that way. The cross was the end of humanity’s attempt to justify itself. We killed the innocent Son of God because we could not stand the thought of God being merciful to sinners. The cross with which we are marked at baptism marks us with the death of Jesus as well as his resurrection, so that we will be saved in his name alone.

You almost have to pity those people who listened to Jesus teach that day on the road to Jerusalem. They wanted Jesus to say, “Nah, you guys are doing just fine – nothing like that is going to happen to you.” They came to Jesus afraid of the world around them, and they hoped proving that sinners get their just desserts would also prove that they would be protected by their own high virtue. But that’s not the way it works. Jesus wouldn’t let the false hope of self-justification overshadow the true hope of God’s mercy and steadfast love, even if it meant that the people who followed him had to be afraid before they could be saved. Barbara Brown Taylor, a religion professor from Piedmont College and an Episcopal priest, put it this way:

“While Jesus does not honor their illusion that they can protect themselves in this way, he does seem to honor the vulnerability that their fright has opened up in them. It is not a bad thing for them to feel the full fragility of their lives. It is not a bad thing for them to count their breaths in the dark -- not if it makes them turn toward the light.”[1]

God won’t leave us without hope, either. The hope God offers is not in avoiding the dangers around us or hiding behind our neighbor's sins; God offers hope in companionship through life’s journey and in the company of saints in the life to come. The hypothetical neighbor whose sins we love to confess will become our brother or sister in Christ who is, like us, struggling along the narrow way of discipleship, following after Jesus, sharing the burden of the cross with us when we cannot bear it alone. So we find ourselves seeking God instead of our neighbor’s sin, and as we return to God, we find our sins forgiven and our lives renewed. God be praised. Amen.

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[1] Brown Taylor, Barbara. Quoted from http://www.religion-online.org/showarticle.asp?title=641

Baby Ainsley 365: Two-fer

Since I neglected to post a picture on Friday, here's two.

Great - she's six weeks old and already she's a two-fisted drinker. No wonder she can't focus her eyes after she's done feeding...

This is what I do Saturday mornings instead of reading the paper these days. Today I finished the Saturday Star Tribune at 7:45 - PM.

The Statler Brothers - Flowers On The Wall

Well, I can't mention the Statler Brothers without posting one of their best-known songs. Enjoy!

Friday Five: Matters of Taste

My mother loved figs.

I only like them in a Newton.

It's all a matter of taste.

Name five things you like a lot that some close relative or significant other did/does not like. This could be food, movies, hobbies, music, sports or whatever springs to mind.

Wow - this one will be fun!
1. The Statler Brothers. My brother and I both share this taste difference with our spouses. Granted, we grew up with parents who also loved the Statler Brothers, but hey, it's still great music! When we were young (me around 6, Brian around 4) we went to a Statler Brothers concert at the Nebraska State Fair. Apparently we were the remote feed for our nosebleed section seats; my mother says we stood on our benches and sang every song, word for word, with Harold, Phil, Don & Lew. In a moment of great schadenfreude last year, I gave my brother a cd 0f Statler Brothers tunes I downloaded from iTunes. For his car ride back home. A six-hour ride. With his Statler Brothers-hating wife. Ahhh - good times...

2. Moxie This one is a bit of a reverse from the suggested format. My good friend LutheranHusker loves the stuff - I can't stand it. Read his blogging about Moxie here.

3. Reading I was the kid from whom teachers reluctantly removed books because I would read instead of doing math/social studies/etc. I've always been a voracious reader, and to this day I can't go to sleep without reading unless I'm absolutely wiped out. Beloved, however, isn't a reader. Matter of fact, she's severely dyslexic, so reading is a chore for her. It's been interesting living with someone who has no idea how I can be happy with a book, a cup of coffee and a free afternoon.

4. "The Mask" I've always liked this movie. I think it's a fun little flick that plays right into Jim Carrey's physical comedy skills without going completely over the top (i.e. Ace Ventura or Me, Myself & Irene). Cameron Diaz is, well, pretty easy on the eyes, too. But my ex-wife hated this movie, and I've yet to meet anyone who enjoys it as much as I do.

5. Comedians.
Exhibit A: George Carlin. I love George Carlin. I think he's a brilliant social commentator in addition to being pretty freakin' funny. My dad thinks he's the worst comedian ever. If I ever want to make him grimace, all I have to do is say, "Hippy-dippy Weather Man." It's awesome.
Exhibit B: Gallagher. I don't get Gallagher. I suppose this one doesn't count because I don't know anyone who does, but the guy's still selling tickets, so someone must think he's funny, right?
Exhibit C: Richard Pryor. I don't get Richard Pryor, either, but I know folks who do.
Exhibit D: Garrison Keillor. LutheranHusker & I love A Prairie Home Companion. Beloved is indifferent, while Sweetie (LutheranHusker's better half) can't stand a second of it. Maybe it's because she grew up Missouri Synod? They don't have much of a sense of humor, you know. :-)

Baby Ainsley 365

This will be one I'll have to hold on to for the day when all we get as parents is the disgust and outrage of a fourteen year-old girl denied what she wants. Somehow it's hard to imagine this little one ever yelping, "But Da-a-ad! That's not F-A-I-R!"

Baby Ainsley 365: Ainsley & Jake

AJ started day care today - here she is with Jake, son of the day care provider. One day a week only, but man, are we going to be a wreck when the first day of kindergarten comes around!

Sermon for the Second Sunday of Lent - "Living Between Trust and Anxiety"

Preaching Texts

These are your words, Lord. Your word is truth. Lead us into the truth. Amen.

Question 1: share with your neighbor about a time in your life when you were absolutely certain about something and you were wrong. What was it like?

Question 2: share with another neighbor about a time in your life when you had to trust that something was going to be okay, even though you were really anxious about it. How did things turn out? Did you survive that experience, or is it still haunting you?

The story of Abram and Sarai is a story of a family that learned to trust God in the midst of great anxiety about what God was doing. In Genesis 12, God speaks to Abram and asks him to leave his father’s land and family in the land of Ur and move to the land of Canaan. This move is most easily described today as a move from Baghdad to Jerusalem – a 400 mile journey, on foot, following the Tigris and Euphrates Rivers to the northwest, then coming down the land of Palestine with flocks and servants and their own families. It is the story of a move away from safety and the certainty of Abram’s inheritance to an unknown land where Abram will be a sojourner, surrounded by strangers and constantly dealing with different tribes, kings and other nomads. The story of the move by itself is astounding – the fact that Abram’s family worshiped the territorial gods of the Ancient Near East until God revealed himself to Abram is even more astonishing.

And Abram’s story of trust and anxiety doesn’t end in Genesis 12. In our reading today from Genesis 15, Abram confronts God with this fact: Abram has no heir to his flocks and possessions, and the great blessings God had promised Abram would go to a slave if Abram were to die at that moment. In Abram’s time, your legacy after your death came through your children; with no children, Abram and Sarai’s legacy would be poor at best.

The story of Abram & Sarai goes through many more twists and turns before their lives are spent. They changed their names: “Abram,” meaning “he is exalted,” became “Abraham,” meaning “Father of a multitude.” Sarai also changed her name to Sarah, bearing evidence that God’s covenant will indeed change the both of them. They tried to take the matter of an heir into their own hands by way of a slave bearing a son, Ishmael, to Abraham. They were promised a legitimate heir, and when Sarah laughed at the thought of becoming pregnant at age 90, God instructed them to name the child “Isaac,” meaning “She laughs.” Abraham & Sarah lived long lives and only began to see the blessings God promised to them, but their whole story is marked by anxiety and trust: anxiety because they didn’t understand the situations in which they often found themselves, and trust that somehow God would accomplish God’s goals, even when Abraham and Sarah got in the way by attempting to protect God and themselves by their own deeds.

Come forward in time, then, around 2,000 years. Jesus has been preaching teaching throughout Galilee on his way to Jerusalem. He was beginning to develop a great following: people came to be healed by his touch, to learn from his wisdom and to be his disciples. Even some of the Pharisees were amazed and intrigued by this roaming teacher from Nazareth. So when those Pharisees heard that Herod was seeking to kill Jesus, they grew anxious. “Jesus, get out of here,” they said. “Protect yourself,” they said. “Take the safe road,” they said. These Pharisees knew that Jesus was some kind of great blessing from God, but they weren’t confident that God would protect their blessing. So they warned Jesus to try and protect him – even though Jesus knew that protection and safety wasn’t where he was going.

It’s not an easy thing, to trust when you’re anxious. In fact, we’re not very good at it. The thing is, neither was Abraham, or any of the Old Testament heroes, for that matter. Abraham’s greatest mistakes were made when he didn’t have faith in God’s promises and tried to guarantee his own safety and security by himself. When King Saul was focused on God’s word, he was a good king, but when Saul tried to improve on God’s promises through his own work, he lost God’s favor. King David, Solomon, Moses – all of them are lifted up to us in our childhood as heroes of faith, but in reality they struggled with trust and anxiety as much as anyone else in the Bible. The same goes for Peter, James, John, Matthew, Andrew, Judas and all the other apostles and disciples in the New Testament. They knew that in Jesus they’d found something incredible, but Jesus wasn’t born to be protected; he was born to reveal the kingdom of God, and if I might paraphrase C.S. Lewis here, the kingdom of God “isn’t safe, but it is good.”

In our gospel reading today, Jesus takes the role of a prophet to God’s people. When he cries out, “Jerusalem, Jerusalem…how often have I desired to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings,” Jesus is remembering the long history of Jerusalem’s pursuit of safety through other gods. Israel was supposed to be God’s people, but even in the days after God rescued the people of Israel from Egypt, the people’s anxiety kept them from trusting God first for their well-being. The world around them was an uncertain place, but rather than trusting in the certainty of God’s protection, Israel pursued money, political power and other idols to ensure their safety and protection. They did it so often that God was forced to walk out on altogether to remind them that only God can provide what they need – a desperate attempt to regain Israel’s attention and trust by removing their safety and security altogether.

Jesus himself, in today’s gospel reading, became an idol to be protected instead of a Messiah to be worshiped. Imagine that: a people dedicated to God protecting that God too much! But just like Abraham, just like King David, just like the disciples and just like us today, the Pharisees who wanted to protect Jesus didn’t understand that God is not concerned with protection: God is concerned with faith and salvation, and those require risk, vulnerability, and trust in anxious times.

Tonight a television show will be aired on the Discovery Channel. The show will claim that archaeologists have found the tomb of Jesus’ family, that the bones of Christ have been found and the resurrection is a hoax. Some in the church have already begun to protest this show. I’m not so convinced that we need to worry so much about what is going to be said on this show. As a pastor I know put it, “I’m far too concerned with what Christ means to me today to worry about the distant past or the distant future.” Our business is trusting in God in today’s circumstances, living between that trust and the anxiety that surrounds us and can drive us away from our trust in God.

Sometimes our desire for safety and certainty can be opposed to God’s will. When that happens, God’s words to us turn into lament. “Jerusalem, Jerusalem…how often have I desired to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings!” That isn’t a critique of one group of Jews or another rejecting Jesus – it’s a lament that rises out of God’s heartbreak over our rejection of God throughout history. The greatest errors of the church have often been made in an attempt to guarantee safety and certainty. The Crusades, the forces working against the Reformation, the split between Roman & Eastern churches in 1100 A.D., the fierce debate over evolution in the 20^th century; all these were moments when the church, in a desire to protect themselves and God, overstepped its bounds and began to work against God’s will. The Pharisees in today’s gospel reading weren’t the only ones guilty of protecting God too much – it’s happened before, and it will happen again, and we will be the ones guilty of that over-protection.

The point of Christian living is not certainty: it is faith. Certainty requires proof before a relationship of any consequence is granted. The walls of certainty may offer protection, but they also prevent any genuine interaction with the rest of the world. Absolute certainty eliminates all vulnerability, and without vulnerability no relationship is ever genuine and no love is ever authentic. Being vulnerable brings about anxiety, for we leave ourselves unprotected, but being vulnerable also allows us to learn to trust one another as real persons who follow Jesus. The point of Christian living is faith, and faith is what happens when we learn to live between trust and anxiety. “The picture [of] faith painted here is one that denies any surety of belief, other than that which comes from the relationship with the One who stands behind the promise. All ultimately depends on the faithfulness of the Lord. This passage does not portray doubt or anxiety as something foreign to the person of faith. Quite the contrary! We see in Abraham one who lives in the tension between trust and anxiety. Faith, which is reckoned to be righteousness, is precisely that.”[1]

May Christ shelter you under His wings and keep you safe, brothers and sisters, and give you the faith you need – the faith to live between trust and anxiety. Amen.

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[1] Wallace, Howard. http://hwallace.unitingchurch.org.au/WebOTcomments/LentC/Lent2.html