Sunday, June 10, 2018

Phil Kniss: No longer beside ourselves

"Sin, forgiveness, restoration"
Mark 3:20-35; Psalm 130

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If a church is out of their building for a summer,
and trying to keep their members’ spirits up,
and choosing worship themes
that will draw people in,
keep them excited and feeling good
about coming to worship every Sunday,
naturally, they would choose to focus a whole Sunday on sin,
because that’s what churches are known for.
And better yet, the unpardonable sin.

Isn’t that just perfect?
An eternally unforgivable sin?
A sin that gives Christians everywhere, young ones especially,
reason to worry every day about their soul
and keep them, out of fear, on the straight and narrow path.

Isn’t that a good pick-me-up sermon to preach,
to get us through the long, hot summer?

Maybe it’s good we can laugh a little about the unpardonable sin . . .
But it could be a nervous laugh.
Maybe it’s a little close for comfort.

I know it was something I worried about
when I was an impressionable Christian teen-ager.
It helped, but only a little, when the adults told me
if I was worried I’d committed the unpardonable,
and was worried that I’d blasphemed the Holy Spirit,
then that was proof I had not done so.
Because worry was the Spirit working in me,
so clearly, the Holy Spirit had not abandoned me forever.
But I wasn’t always so convinced.
What if it was not the Spirit convicting me,
but some internal human tendency to worry?
So I worried about that.

Well, a lot of water has gone over the dam in my life since then,
and I’ve not worried about the unpardonable sin,
probably since my high school days.

But this passage still intrigues me.
It makes me wonder how we ought to read it,
in light of our belief in the unconditional love of God?
It is in three of the Gospels, after all.

I wonder if our mistake all along
has been to read this verse out of its context.
When we isolate this verse, we see a dark moral lesson:
“Be sure not to commit this one dangerous sin—
blasphemy against the Holy Spirit—
because if you do, you will be condemned forever.”

But when I read this in its larger context,
and when I read it side-by-side
with the other lectionary readings for today,
and alongside other key biblical insights—
then I can see good news emerge.

Bottom line—
this scripture is not a dire warning to individuals
not to step on a spiritual landmine—the unforgivable sin.
Rather,
it is an invitation to followers of Jesus everywhere
to live a full life of wholeness and shalom,
where all the keys parts of our lives align with each other,
and align with the purposes of God.
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So let’s examine the context.
Fascinating story here in Mark 3 about Jesus and his disciples,
and his family.
If you read this story, just on the face of it,
the thread that runs all the way through it is not blasphemy,
but integrity—living life as a whole person.

Here is Jesus, early on in his ministry,
already stirring people up.
His message and his ministry are both provocative, in a good way.
They provoke strong responses.
They provoke love and adoration and loyalty
from those on the margins
who Jesus welcomes into his embrace—
women, sinners, lepers, Gentiles.
And they provoke anger and disillusionment
from those whose lives depend
on keeping things calm and stable—
Pharisees, religious lawyers, scribes, the priestly class
(that is, people like me).
And people like Jesus’ family.

Jesus was living out his calling as God’s anointed one
in a way that no one was really expecting.
Least of all, his family.
His mother and Joseph, and younger siblings, I’m sure,
all knew the narrative Jesus was supposed to live into.
It was given at birth,
and probably retold often at home.
He was to be the one to save his people.
That’s why he was named Jesus (or Yeshua, or Joshua).
Same name. Different forms.
They all meant the same thing—
“the one who would save.”
Every time they called Jesus by name,
his identity was reinforced.
He was destined, from birth,
to be the one to confront the foreign powers,
to depose the empire,
to save the people from their oppression
and restore the throne to Israel.

But that’s not how Jesus was acting, now that he had grown up.
Now that he had his first chance to live out his calling,
he ended making enemies out of the very people
he was born to save.
That made no sense to anyone, most of all his family.

It’s an age-old story, actually.
The parent knows their child is destined for great things.
But instead of accepting the full-ride scholarship
to study neurosurgery at Yale,
the child picks up a guitar and writes songs,
and plays for tips at the Little Grill.
Conclusion? He’s nuts!

Knowing the narrative Jesus lived with at home growing up,
it’s no big surprise that now,
as he’s raising the hackles of the Jewish leaders,
and gaining a cult following among the undesirables,
that his mother and brothers would show up outside the door,
and try to bring him back home and straighten him out.

Because after careful observation of what’s happening,
the studied and reasonable assessment of his family . . . is,
that Jesus is “beside himself,”
that he is “out of his mind.”

That’s a fascinating phrase, you know.
One we often use.
And it is spot on, in its meaning.

The original Greek “exístemi” (ὲξίστημι)
means to be displaced, literally, “to stand aside from.”
In other words,
where we are meant to be rooted, standing,
unified in one’s being,
we are instead knocked off our feet, so to speak,
and are displaced.
In fact, so much so that we appear to be “beside ourselves.”

Physically, that’s an impossibility, to stand beside yourself.
But spiritually, emotionally, psychologically,
it’s very possible, and very common.
We experience fragmentation within ourselves.
There is the being we think we are,
and the being that acts the way we do.
There is the self we claim as our primary identity,
but this other distorted self keeps showing up.

Depending on context, and severity,
and frame of reference, and worldview,
this phenomena gets described in different ways.
In its most extreme form,
there’s what we refer to as multiple personality syndrome,
or dissociative disorder.

But we are most familiar with it in much more moderate forms,
when we are confused about who we really are, deep within.
when, for instance,
we have trouble seeing the image of God within ourselves,
the image we were created with.
And there are some fairly benign forms of fragmentation,
that happen when our lives experience stress and strain,
because we feel pulled in several different directions.
All of us, everyone of us,
have multiple commitments and multiple loyalties.
Sometimes these loyalties don’t line up with each other.
And it might appear that we are beside ourselves.

But I also might suggest . . .
that fragmentation is one way we can look at sin.
Sin can be described as a kind of fragmentation
in which how we are living,
is not in alignment with our God-given identity.

I’m not saying, by any means,
that all fragmentation is personally sinful.
Fragmentation can enter our lives in different ways,
often outside our control,
no moral judgement implied.

So . . . not all fragmentation is sin.
But maybe, all sin is a kind of fragmentation.
It’s a way of being beside ourselves,
of living out of alignment with ourselves,
and with who God created and called us to be.

And here is where this ties in again with the Gospel story
of Jesus, and how he was seen by his family,
and by others around him.

Jesus was faithfully living out his identity and calling.
He was whole and unified in his being.
But because that way of being did not line up
with the expectations of others,
others saw him as fragmented, as “beside himself.”

Perspective matters.
It matters who is defining what wholeness looks like.
It matters who we look to, in order to measure our wholeness.
What looks fragmented to others,
may actually be the unified whole that God designed for us.
That was the case with Jesus.

And the opposite can also be the case.
What looks whole to the outside world, as they observe us,
may actually be a deep, and even sinful
departure from God’s intention for us,
a displacement,
a “being beside ourselves.”
We may conform perfectly
to the expectations of the dominant culture.
We might be the model American citizen
living the American dream.

But we do not have shalom,
we do not experience wholeness and reconciliation,
until the identity given to us by the God who created us,
and who named us, and claimed us,
actually corresponds with the kind of life we are living.

We see this moral and spiritual fragmentation everywhere—
in the lives of athletes, entertainers, politicians,
and even, to our shame, in church leaders.
We’ve gotten jaded to the point that we are not surprised,
when one part of a person’s life
does not square with another part.
And if we happen to love their politics,
or their stand on the issues,
or their performance on the field and on the movie screen,
we more easily look the other way
when we learn their lives are fragmented,
when they are beside themselves.

Yes, recently, with the #METOO movement,
and other movements like it,
we are making some progress
in holding our heroes to account
for morally harmful behavior.
But we have a ways to go before we apply it consistently,
without regard to ideology or politics, and
without regard to how high their position in the system.

And, I would suggest we have a ways to go
before regular, honest, deep, and mutual moral examination
of the integrity of our own lives,
becomes commonplace in our walk together
as disciples of Jesus in community.
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If we look at sin as fragmentation,
we will face our sins, and our sinfulness,
in a more life-giving way, I believe.
And we will also look differently at this notion of the unpardonable sin.
If sin is fragmentation,
and forgiveness is bringing the pieces back together,
then the unforgivable sin
is that which cannot be brought back together.

Imagine, if you will, in your mind’s eye,
a person being “beside themselves” spiritually.
Notice, in your imagination,
the two different representations of the self,
side-by-side, but irreconcilable.
The one representation is the God-given,
and Holy Spirit-breathed identity given us at creation—
as a good and beloved child of God.
The other is one of human making, or is the work of evil
that is focused entirely on the self and its desires,
or on the destruction of all that is good and holy.

So if this one is Spirit-breathed and Spirit-breathing,
then blasphemy against the Holy Spirit
is this one denying the very existence or validity of the other.
It is one side cutting itself off from the other.
And since God is not coercive,
and only offers salvation as a gift,
then unforgiveness and unforgivability
is simply the natural outworking of this spiritual stand-off.
For as long as the self-destructive side
insists on maintaining the cutoff,
and denigrates the other in word and attitude and deed,
that state of sinful fragmentation will remain.

God will not impose restoration on those not open to receive it.

But there will always, and forever, be a pathway to reconciliation
for those who seek it.
That is the undeniable character of God,
reinforced in scripture from Genesis to Revelation.

A couple difficult verses in the Gospels,
that some people mis-read to mean that
God might cut off access to forgiveness to those who seek it,
does not undo the clear and repeated message
of the rest of scripture.

So, to worry about having committed the one sin God refuses to pardon,
or to suggest to impressionable young people
that they should worry about that,
is a dangerous misreading of scripture.

God’s love and mercy has no end.
And God’s desire for us to live in wholeness and integrity,
is also unchangeable.

That is the repeated message in all the scripture we heard today.

That’s what the poet was singing about in Psalm 130
“If you, Lord, kept a record of sins,
Lord, who could stand?
But with you there is forgiveness . . .
I wait for the Lord, my whole being waits . . .
[and] with the Lord is unfailing love.”
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Integrity.
Wholeness.
Restoration of internal unity.
That is the Gospel Jesus came to proclaim and to demonstrate.
And that is the gift of God
who will always offer forgiveness to those who seek it.
No matter our offense.
No matter the woundedness caused by others,
or the woundedness we ourselves have caused.
God’s purposes are ever and always,
redemption for the fallen,
restoration for the broken,
wholeness for the fragmented,
salvation for the lost.

The God of Shalom will not rest,
until all who seek shelter are safely home,
and are living the life they were created for.
Thanks be to God.

Even as we acknowledge that we are all, in varied ways,
fragmented, broken, fallen, lost, and in need of one who saves,
let us listen again to the psalmist,
as the poet declares the unfailing love
and full redemption that God extends to us.

4 But with you there is forgiveness,
    so that we can, with reverence, serve you.

5 I wait for the Lord, my whole being waits,
    and in his word I put my hope.
6 I wait for the Lord
    more than watchmen wait for the morning,
    more than watchmen wait for the morning.

7 Israel, put your hope in the Lord,
    for with the Lord is unfailing love
    and with him is full redemption.
8 He himself will redeem Israel
    from all their sins.

—Phil Kniss, June 10, 2018

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Sunday, June 3, 2018

Phil Kniss: The hardest gift to receive

“Sabbath, summer, and other gifts of God”
Mark 2:23-3:6; Deuteronomy 5:12-15

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Not sure what baggage you bring along
to a discussion about observing the Sabbath,
but I have a little baggage.

My baggage, when I unpack it,
is about what I may or may not do on Sunday.
And my baggage includes some worry,
not just over what’s right or wrong to do on a Sunday,
but over what other people will think
when they see me doing something on a Sunday.

Picking tomatoes from the garden? Probably okay.
Pulling weeds? Ehhh…
Mowing the yard? Oh my! Definitely not!
And if I’m going to work,
best be indoor work, with curtains closed.
Sorry, it’s how I was brought up!

Actually, I’m exaggerating a bit.
I don’t have many hang-ups about those particulars anymore.
And most people I know don’t, either.

But hangups aside,
I think we—that is, almost all of us—get Sabbath mostly wrong.
We don’t think often enough, and deeply enough, about Sabbath
and how to incorporate it in our lives as a discipline.
A joyful discipline, but a discipline nonetheless.

I hope this morning to help us move the pendulum.
We have swung from a legalistic and almost oppressive view,
which is quite unfortunate,
to a dismissive and almost non-existent view,
which is even more unfortunate.

I want us to reclaim the challenging practice of Sabbath,
as a gracious gift from a loving God.
Yes. A practice as gift.

We start with the last verse of our Deuteronomy 5 reading,
which should make any of us with baggage about Sabbath,
sit up, and take notice, and ask, “What…?”

Let me read it again.
“Remember that you were slaves in Egypt and that the Lord your God brought you out of there with a mighty hand and an outstretched arm. Therefore the Lord your God has commanded you to observe the Sabbath day.”

Hear that? I am a God who delivers and frees people.
Therefore . . . because of that reason . . . observe the Sabbath Day.
God lays out the details of Sabbath as a follow up
to the greatest act of deliverance in the history of God’s people!

I don’t think I ever got that message growing up.
The list of required and prohibited behaviors
was just not explained to me this way—
that the whole reason we have Sabbath,
is because God wants us free from anything oppressive.
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So . . . as we begin to rethink, re-evaluate Sabbath,
maybe our first line of inquiry should be,
“What is oppressing us these days?”

What kind of Exodus are we in need of,
for which God may be asking us
to lean more strongly into the practice of Sabbath?
And how might the practice of Sabbath be the exact kind of gift
that our delivering God wants us to experience?

So let’s talk a bit about our typical 21st-century American lives,
and how it might impact the way we look at Sabbath.
Many of us, in the church, have come to see Sabbath, or Sunday,
through the lens of overfilled, overdistracted, overstressed lives.

And yes, I know that Sunday and Sabbath aren’t the same thing.
Some people say that’s part of the problem,
that we have demoted Sabbath,
and ignore it too easily.
But whatever the day for Sabbath,
I don’t think the call and the gift are any less important.

I like Walter Brueggemann’s definition of Sabbath.
This renowned Old Testament scholar who’s written volumes,
defines Sabbath in two words—work stoppage.
Work stoppage!

We can’t get around that fact.
Nor do we want to.
The gift of being able to rest on one out of seven days,
was a gift given in the Creation story itself.
God rested.
And that rest signified something important, for God and us.
This is good.
This is enough.
And it will continue without my striving.

God designed things to run,
without God controlling every detail.
If God can rest, just be present with creation, and enjoy it,
maybe we can, too.

By sitting down and doing nothing on the seventh day—
save enjoying what already was—
God was signaling to us human creatures
that we are also created to work,
and then to stop working and enjoy what is,
before we return to work again.

So what does “work stoppage” mean . . . to you? . . . to me?

Well, what did it mean in the biblical economy?
In an ancient agrarian economy,
there was no concept of 5-day work weeks and 8-hour days,
nobody could even imagine a life like ours.
To them, work equaled survival.
You began to work when there was enough light to see by,
and you stopped work when it got too dark to see,
and about all you could do was sleep.

Stopping work for one complete cycle,
a full day of sunlight,
meant an active choice not to produce more,
but to accept what was, as enough.
It was an act of radical trust.
It was a leap of faith—
to put that daylight in God’s hands, and let go.

We live our lives at a frenzied pace
dictated not by a need for survival,
but by a distorted drive to “succeed,”
to win out above the other,
to “not miss out” on anything,
where every possibility or potential must be explored—
in this kind of life, what is our equivalent to “work stoppage.”

If our life’s work is a frenzied, clawing effort to find meaning,
if we are continually striving to prove ourselves worthy,
then what, really, is “work stoppage”?

We work on our jobs only a few hours,
compared with our biblical counterparts,
and other pre-modern agrarian societies.
But when we’re not on the clock, so to speak,
many of us keep working,
trying to find what we are looking for.
We fill our remaining hours with all kinds of distracting activities—
activities designed either
to give meaning to our lives that we don’t already have,
or hide pain in our lives that we do have, and want to avoid.
The frenzied pace that extra-curriculars insert into our lives,
effectively shield us from either facing the big void,
or having to sit in darkness for a while.

So our work is a different kind than our ancient biblical forebears,
but it is still work, I would argue.
It is still not Sabbath.
It is still not resting in a deep trust and delight,
as God designed, and demonstrated.

No, we aren’t slaves in Egypt, literally,
but we are oppressed by forced labor,
by our own desperate need to find worth, to escape the dark,
to win the rat-race.

And we will know nothing of Sabbath,
until we experience a genuine “work stoppage” in every sense,
until we find rest and peace and a sense of enough,
until we decide we are not responsible to make everything happen,
until we can look on our life work,
and trust a loving, delivering God to fill in the gaps.

Even much of what we think constitutes rest and recreation,
is not actually “work stoppage.”
Our non-work pursuit may be some worthwhile hobby,
or sports, or even the arts.
But if our joy in that activity is not a pure joy,
that releases control of the outcome,
that trusts in the goodness of God and others,
then, sorry to say, you haven’t stopped working.

What gives us the idea that going to a youth soccer match on Sunday—
putting excess pressure on our kids to win,
yelling insults at the refs,
harboring resentment toward the coach and other parents,
when my kid doesn’t get the break—
what makes us think that is any kind of Sabbath?

And what makes us think that after a crazy busy week,
crashing from exhaustion on the sofa Sunday afternoon
vegging out on football and nachos
while absorbing literally hundreds of frantic ads
promising a better life,
while surfing Facebook and finding that your friends
travel to happy and beautiful places you can’t afford,
or spout off stupid and ill-informed political ideas
that make you want to puke—
what makes us think that is any kind of Sabbath?

You see, when we get hung up on defining “work”
as being on the clock, or engaging in physical chores,
then we mis-identify the gift of Sabbath.

Sabbath is freeing ourselves of oppression.
It is freedom from the slavery of distractions and anxieties
that we never have enough,
or that we never are enough.

If you think God is more pleased with you on Sunday
if you lay on the sofa with cheesy nachos and slick commercials,
and get all emotionally invested in your team’s victory . . .
than if you go mow your yard (without earbuds and a podcast),
and engage in the practice of gratitude and presence and prayer,
then I’m sorry to say you misunderstand God.
Go mow your yard this afternoon.

This is your pastor giving you permission.
Go mow your yard . . . if . . .
if you can do so while being attentive to the gifts of God,
like your physical body in motion getting exercise,
like the created world you are interacting with,
like your prayerful mind which you can choose to be open
to whatever thoughts the Spirit might bring your way.

But if you mow on Sunday
Sunday is your last best chance in an overfilled week,
to get some unpleasant chores done.
And you mow it while distracting yourself with anxious thoughts,
and a political podcast . . .
Then, I won’t be a Pharisee and get all offended about it,
I’ll just say, 
you might be turning down a gift God has for you.

Work on the Sabbath is not about how much you move your body.
It’s about how much you are striving to make things happen,
as opposed to accepting God’s gift of rest, trust,
being satisfied with enough,
being present with God, present with yourself,
and with others, and with the world.

The Pharisees in Jesus’ day, as we heard in Mark chapter 2 and 3,
did get all offended when they mis-defined work
when the disciples plucked some grain to eat as they traveled,
and when Jesus healed a disfigured man.
They forgot that Sabbath was not about
following a physical activity checklist,
but was an active choice to be present
with each other and with God,
to be attentive and compassionate.

Sabbath is a gift to us from God!
Let’s not waste it!

I was listening to a podcast driving home from Ohio last week—
it was a Monday! and it wasn’t about politics!
It was the TED Radio Hour,
about distraction and the art of paying attention.
The speaker was Tristan Harris,
who runs the Center for Humane Technology.
He’s concerned, from an entirely secular and psychological basis,
about addiction to technology,
and the constant distractions we have.

He says the way we use our smart phones
lead to an “all-or-nothing relationship with technology.”
I quote,
“You’re either on and you’re connected and distracted all the time,
or you’re off but then you’re wondering,
am I missing something important?
In other words, you’re either distracted
or you have a fear of missing out.”

There, without knowing it, he is identifying
the main reason we have trouble with Sabbath—fear.
The fear of missing out.
The fear of not producing enough to satisfy our desires.
The fear of not earning enough,
not doing enough,
not being enough.

Another speaker on the same podcast was Manoush Zomorodi,
a tech journalist and author,
and she made a case for putting ourselves in a space
where our mind can rest and go into a default mode,
where we invite our minds to get bored, to wander, to daydream.
When do we purposely take time to do that?
It’s at those moments, she said, and I quote, that
“we connect disparate ideas,
we solve some of our most nagging problems . . .
we look back at our lives.
We take note of the big moments.
We create a personal narrative . . .
we set goals.”
But no. Instead of giving ourselves those moments,
we chill out on the couch,
while updating a Google Doc or replying to email,
or perusing the pretty lives of our friends.
She cited a study claiming
the average person checks email 74 times a day
and switches tasks on their computer 566 times a day.
Maybe our Sabbath should include a screen sabbath.

I grew up thinking daydreaming . . . was a kind of distraction.
Maybe, instead . . . to daydream is to have a clear open mind,
and distraction keeps us from being good daydreamers.
I like that idea!
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When Irene and I traveled to Israel-Palestine six years ago,
we spent one weekend in a home stay
with an Orthodox Jewish family,
and got to experience a real Sabbath.
At a particular time as the sun set on Friday evening,
the TV screen was covered with a cloth,
all electronic devices were powered off,
the mother of the family
had all her food dishes finished,
and on very low heat on the stove,
the father of the house put away his cigarettes and lighter,
the car stayed in the garage.
And for 24 hours we did nothing, except,
walk down the street to worship at the synagogue,
sit around the table at a joyous Shabbat meal,
sit on the back porch with them
when another family stopped to visit,
watch their children splash in the family pool,
go to a nearby park to swing, slide, and climb,
walk down the street and visit other families,
and eat more leftovers.
The air was still, since no cars or trucks were running at all,
anywhere in the vicinity.

No, that’s not realistic—for our whole society to shut down,
the way an Orthodox Jewish town can.

But where and how
might we communally, not just individually, but communally,
practice Sabbath,
practice “work stoppage,”
practice rest and trust and freedom from anxiety?

It strikes me that this summer season, for us as a church community,
gives us some opportunities for that.
We can rest from whatever anxiety might tempt us,
as ordinary places and rhythms of church life get interrupted.
We can choose to not cover our anxiety with striving,
or feel a need to manufacture an experience.
We can receive this absence of permanence as a gift,
and look for joy in the moment,
look for opportunities to experience grace and enough,
even without what we usually have around us.

I’ve talked for a while.
You’ve listened for a while.
It’s been good.
But it’s enough.
Time for some rest.
There’s a gift God has for us to receive.
Let’s open ourselves to it.

If you will, lay your open palms out in front of you,
in the receiving position.
Maybe close your eyes,
whatever helps your mind to be open and clear
and free of distraction.

I just give you one question to ponder,
“In what area of your life are you filled with anxiety,
overcome by some oppressive fear or worry,
or some other kind of overwork and overstriving?
Can you receive the gift of Sabbath rest that God offers you?
And what does that gift look like for you right now?”

Let your mind go where the Spirit takes it,
while we listen to our musicians offer us a gift.

—Phil Kniss, June 3, 2018

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