Words Matter

The Gospel of John begins, “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” (John 1:1)  That Word, of course, was Jesus, the incarnation, the Word made flesh. What that passage should also tell us is that words matter. If Jesus is the word, then words have to matter, because it means that words can change and transform the world.

In the past week we have seen the power of words. Two athletes have been caught on mics saying words that are slurs to different groups. One of them apologized and said that’s not who he is. And the other than issued a statement saying she was sorry to anyone who was offended, which is not actually an apology at all. And then of course there is what has happened in Washington, DC.

Words matter. In his letter, James says “How great a forest is set ablaze by small fire. And the tongue is a fire.” (James 3:5b-6) Earlier he had also said, “If any think they are religious and do not bridle their tongues… their religion is worthless.” I could also quote from 1 Peter, “Whoever speaks must do so as one speaking the very words of God.” (1 Peter 4:11a) Our words matter.

And then of course we could also quote Jesus who says that it is what comes out of the mouth that defiles us, because what comes out of our mouths reveals what’s in our heart. Which is why the first athlete saying that using the slur is not who he is, is a little disingenuous because he said it, and that says something. Now do we make mistakes in our speaking? Yes, and there is room for grace, for learning and also repentance.

I received an email this morning from the writer of a daily devotion that I read for a mistake he made yesterday, totally unconsciously, that referenced schizophrenics as being close-minded bigots. That was not what he intended or meant, but it is what he said. Many people pointed this out to him and he is using this as a learning experience to see where he may have biases of which he was not aware, and to correct them.

There is a statement, in different forms, that has been attributed to lots of people that originally came from Bishop Beckwith in 1885 that says:

Plant a thought and reap a word;
plant a word and reap an action;
plant an action and reap a habit;
plant a habit and reap a character;
plant a character and reap a destiny.

Or as Paul says in his letter to the Galatians “you reap what you sow” (6:7) Words matter.

But it’s not just what we say, it’s also what is planted in us. If we surround ourselves with people who are proclaiming hate and animosity, discord and conflict, bitterness and revenge, violence and lawlessness, slurs and insults, rage and lies, those things will take root in us and that is what we too will think, say and act upon.

In addition to all that happened last week, it was also the 10 year anniversary of the assassination attempt on Rep. Gabby Giffords in Tucson. An act that killed six people, including a US district judge and a 9-year-old who had been born on September 11. An act that was also likely born through extremist rhetoric.

Words matter. The words we hear matter. The words we say matter. And we cannot pretend otherwise. God said let there be light, and there was light. Words create, words challenge, words form, words corrupt, words make realities and words become flesh. If all we ever hear are words of hate or fear or rage or animosity or wrath, then we are swimming in a toxic pool which can only corrupt us and fill us with the poison that surrounds us.

The Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. said “When evil people plot, good people plan. When evil people burn and bomb, good people must build and bind. When evil people shout ugly words of hatred, good people commit themselves to the glories of love.” He also said, “The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.”

Words can inspire and words can tear down. Words can build up and words can destroy. Words can offer love and words can offer hate. Words can offer hope and words can bring despair. The words we use reflect the values we hold dear. May the words we use, may the words with which we surround ourselves, reflect the better angels of our natures, and may they always seek to bring healing and wholeness, love and belonging, not just for us, but for the world.

Heart of Righteousness

Here is my message from Sunday. The text was John 14:15-21  and 1 Peter 3:13-22:

In our series looking at the heart of the matter, so far we have looked at having a heart of peace, based on Jesus’ post resurrection greeting of Peace be with you, and the heart of love, with the example of the travelers on the road to Emmaus offering hospitality to the stranger, who turns out to be the risen Christ. And we looked at a heart of generosity, with the early church sharing things in common so that those who were in need would be provided for, and the heart of comfort, where God comforts us like a mother comforts her child, and we are to do the same, and today we turn to a heart of righteousness. 

Now righteousness is almost exclusively a church word. Besides for Crush in the movie Finding Nemo and 80’s surfer dudes who wanted you to know about righteous waves, it’s not really a word that gets used in normal conversation. We do talk about people being self-righteous, which is thinking themselves morally superior over others, but that doesn’t really match what righteousness is about. And it turns out that we don’t really even talk all that much about righteousness in church, even though it’s an incredibly important theme in scripture, both in the Hebrew Bible and in the New Testament. The word righteous, or righteousness, appears in the Bible 630 times, and to give you a comparison, love appears 872 times, so it’s there a lot. And those are the times in which the Greek and Hebrew words are translated as righteous, rather than something else. So, at the cross, after Jesus dies, the Roman Centurion, played by John Wayne in the Greatest Story Ever Told, says “surely this man was innocent.” The Greek word translated as innocent, could also be translated, and perhaps might be better translated, as righteous. That is someone who followed the law, or did the right thing, someone who lived a righteous life.

Heart of Comfort

Here is my sermon from Sunday. The text was Psalm 31:1-5, 15-16, 1 Peter 2:2-10 and John 14:1-14.

Mother’s Day is always a difficult service to plan and prepare for, because there are so many pieces that have to be remembered and taken into account. Of course we celebrate our mothers, but there are those whose mothers are gone, and they mourn, and there are those who never had a mother, or lost their mother early, or those whose mothers were unable to be a mother or to love as we expect mothers to. And then there are those who desperately wanted to be mothers, but who were unable to, and others who feel judged and thought of as less than a woman because they didn’t have children, and there are the mothers who have known the pain of a child dying, or that have lost a child in other ways. Although worship attendance tends to be higher on Mother’s Day, because mom’s say “I want you to come to church with me today”, and the family does, I also know many women who choose not to come to church because it’s just easier not to try and be in church an deal with some or all of the emotions and feelings that come with just some of the situations I just named. And so wherever you are today, as we’ve been saying, whether you are experiencing joy and celebration on this day, or sadness and pain, or something in between, it’s okay, and it fits into our next issue of getting to the heart of the matter, and that is the heart of comfort.

Each Sunday, we’ve begun by holding our worry stones, or perhaps our pocket crosses, and rubbing them as a reminder of the steadfastness of God, and that God is with us always. We hear that is the Psalm that was read, in the Psalmist’s plea for deliverance from whatever it is that they are facing, that they are seeking refuge in God. Twice the Psalmist talks about God being their rock and fortress, first in asking for God to be that, and then in recognizing that God is their rock and their fortress. That God’s faithful and steadfast love will redeem them and protect them. In that imagery, in that call, and in that assurance and knowledge of God’s steadfast love, the Psalmist finds comfort. That God is rocksolid in God’s promises and in not going anywhere, and all the other things that the idea of God as rock means for us. And yet when we say that God is our rock, or even God is our fortress, we of course don’t literally mean that God is a rock. We understand that this is a metaphor that’s being used to give some attributed about what God is like. It’s to say that God is like this, but also to know that God is not like this. And there is certainly some comfort in understanding God to be our rock, solid, true, holding us and protecting us. But as we think of God’s comfort there are other metaphors that also need to come into play, especially as we celebrate our mothers and other significant women in our lives.

Heart of Love

Here is my sermon from Sunday. The text was 1 Peter 1:17-23 and Luke 24:13-35:

They say that hindsight is always what? 20/20. And of course we say that, or we get accused of that, because it’s about wrong decisions we might have made, or if we had known all the information at the time we might have done something different. It’s one of those phrases that helps us remember that we gain wisdom because of bad decisions and we make bad decisions because we lack wisdom. And yet, what the phrase also reminds us, although used less often this way, is the way we only see things once we have looked back at them, the things we missed noticing along the way. Or it’s the way we change the story and reevaluate everything based on what something led to it. And so we have to understand that that is what the early disciples and the early church did. The gospels are not autobiographies of Jesus, and they were not written at the time, but are stories look backing through the cross, and more importantly through Easter. They look back to the things that had taken place, things they had missed all along, and saw it in a new light, the things that they didn’t realize, the things they had overlooked and didn’t understand and but do now, because of Easter. It reveals how God had been involved, but they didn’t know. Their hindsight made all the difference in understanding and telling the story of Christ.

We see the same thing is true in the story from Luke. Cleopas, who seems to be associated with the disciples in some way, although we don’t know how, because he is never mentioned before, and never mentioned again, and another unnamed man are walking to Emmaus. We’re told that Emmaus is about 7 miles away from Jerusalem, although it actually says its 60 stadia away, but I’m sure none of you know how long a stadia is, and I had to look it up; it’s 600 roman feet, although I have no idea how long a roman foot is. But that’s what our best manuscripts say, but other manuscripts read 160 stadia, which is about 19.5 miles. Now, since they walk both there and back in one day, most scholars are in agreement that the 7 miles is probably the better number, but they are still guessing, because we don’t actually know where Emmaus is, as there was no town of that name in 1st century Palestine. So, we have two ordinary men, going to an ordinary town, of which we know nothing about. My interpretation is that this vagueness for details is so that it is much easier to put ourselves into the story. We could be the unnamed traveler, and the unknown town we are going to could be our own home.

Spiritual Milk

Here is my sermon from Sunday. The text was 1 Peter 2:2-10:

According to futurists, the first person to ever live to be 1000 has already been born. That seems really hard to believe, but we really have no idea of what medicine will be able to do in 50 years, or how the things that are likely to kill us now will be fixable in the not too distant future, and so I have to at least give those who postulate these things some benefit of the doubt. Or at least admit that while they might not be born yet, they will be born in the near future. Just to give you a perspective, if you had an ancestor born a thousand years ago, and they were still alive, you would be roughly the 50^th generation, and when they were born, the emperor Charlemagne’s death would be as recent as Thomas Jefferson’s death is for us. They would have been alive when the Chinese perfected gun powder, Macbeth was becoming king of Scotland, and in 1066 they would be alive to hear about, or participate in, the Battle of Hastings, one of the most  important events in Western history. They would have celebrated their 500^th birthday at the time of the Protestant Reformation, and been 600 when Shakespeare actually wrote about Macbeth. That type of life span will radically change how we live, perhaps how we love, and definitely how we relate as family, or perhaps even how we have families.

Rabbi Harold Kushner has written about what might happen if we became immortal, and questioned whether people might stop having children, if for no other reason than a form of population control. But, he says, that means that not only would humanity stop having the joy of having children around, but that they would also stop having the joy of being a parent, and if that happened we would lose the concept of what it meant not only to have the love of a parent, but also of what it meant to dedicate your life, and be prepared to give your life for another person. We would also lose the understanding of the needs of infants, and of milk as life giving force, as we hear in the passage from 1 Peter.