July 17, 2011 - The Reverend Carolyn Estrada



Genesis 28:10 – 19a
Psalm 139:1 – 12, 23 – 24 
Romans 8:12 – 25
Matthew 13:24 – 30, 36 – 43
 
“God was in this place, and I, I did not know,” Jacob tells us.
 
We have another place this morning: a field of wheat and weeds. I wonder if we, like Jacob, may not recognize that God is in that place?
When most of us look at that field we see – well, wheat. And weeds.
We make judgments.
We see what “belongs” – and what “doesn’t belong.”
 
It’s an important parable for us, for it addresses two salient questions at the heart of our Christian living:

  • One: What is the appropriate Christian response to evil? We all do recognize that evil exists – even if we sometimes disagree on the nature of that evil. Are we just to do nothing?
  • And two: if we believe, as we say, that good overcomes evil – why do we so fear what the weeds will do to the wheat? Why isn’t it the wheat that overcomes the weeds?

 
What is the appropriate Christian response to evil?

It’s an issue I – and I think all of us – struggle with.

Our tendency, of course is to react – do something! Get rid of it! How can we ignore it, just do nothing?

First – we are never told to do nothing. We are told not to destroy the weeds – and to allow them to grow. Allowing them to grow means that they are on the receiving end of our love and care and nurture, as is the wheat. Uncomfortable as that thought may be, we allow the weeds to thrive.

Why? We might ask. Why, when it’s so clear they’re there – and we can eliminate them! And they’re so – well, evil!

The first reason, I think, is that we don’t have a good track record when it comes to identifying weeds – or wheat!

We in the church have been quick to label and exclude. Weeds or wheat, sheep or goats, saved or damned – people on both sides have been strident in their convictions and sure of their hold on “truth.”

History provides us with many examples of the truth of our inability to identify weeds and our fallibility as judges:

  • We can look at the many people – including Thomas Crammer, who was responsible for much of our Prayer Book, and William Tyndale, who made one of the first translations of the Bible into English – who were burned at the stake for their “heresies.” Weeds, surely!
  • We can look at the resistance of the church in the 16th and 17th centuries to the science of Copernicus and Galileo – or, in some places today, to Darwin and evolution. Weeds, surely!
  • We can look at racism and segregation – until recently, a reality in the church as well as in the greater society. Weeds, surely!
  • Or, misogyny when it comes to the inclusion of women at all levels of church life. Indeed, the Church of England is still embroiled in contentious discussions about how to ordain women as bishops without offending those for whom submitting themselves to the authority of a woman would be an anathema… And, of course, some, like the Roman Catholics and the Southern Baptists, won’t ordain women at all. Weeds, surely!
  • Or, again, at this country’s historic and current response to the immigrants who have enriched our culture and made us who we are: beginning with the Irish, and continuing with the Chinese, the Japanese, and the Mexicans… Weeds, surely!


Equally important, I think, is that Jesus recognizes how vulnerable we are to become exactly like that which we seek to eradicate, destroying life in the name of preserving it. It reminds me of that long-ago comic strip from my youth, Pogo, in which he says, “We have met the enemy – and it is us!” And it is not only we, as individuals, who are in danger from this kind of response; it evokes toxicity which affects the community as well.

Albert Einstein, that great scientist of the 20th century, said,

A human being is a part of the whole that we call the universe (the field in Jesus’ parable), a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separated from the rest – a kind of optical illusion of his consciousness. This illusion is a prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for only the few people nearest us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living beings and all of nature.

It is incumbent upon us to recognize that if there are those whose actions are a trial to us, we still have no right to exclude them from our fellowship. To do so harms the fabric of the community.

We resist evil most effectively, not by uprooting it, but by being fully who we are: members of the body of Christ, followers of Jesus who himself opposed the evils of Rome, not with a sword, but with love. In becoming a weed brigade, we lose sight of what it is that we’re really about, what it is that truly matters. Certainly it’s easier to focus on the other guys’ sins than on our own lives, but as Christians we define ourselves, not against “other,” but in relationship to God in Christ. Being a Christian isn’t about enforcing purity; it is about growing in God.

The second issue raised by this parable is intrinsically related to the first: If good overcomes evil, if love overcomes all, why then doesn’t the wheat overcome the weeds?

Why are we so quick to think it won’t?

Indeed, isn’t that exactly what we, as Christians, believe? That in Jesus not only we, but the world, have been redeemed?

I think that sometimes we get impatient – we want “victory” to happen on our time table – this harvest, please! – and not in God’s time. We get lost in our zeal and begin to think that we have sole responsibility for creating that kingdom of God, and we know what it will look like, and, of course, it will be full of “people like us…”

Jesus teaches us a love that includes waiting, - the patience that St. Paul talks about in this morning’s lesson – sustained by a belief that evil and justice will somehow be reckoned with.

Jesus teaches us of a kingdom of God that includes love for weeds as well as wheat, a kingdom realized through care and nurture rather than death and destruction.

Jesus teaches us of a kingdom of God that is a reality, now, if we participate in it. It is a kingdom come to us through the Word of Christ, and we must only discover ourselves – and one another! – in it, already here, for he was here first…

There is a wonderful midrash on the lesson from Genesis that we heard this morning. It suggests that when Jacob says “God was in this place, and I – I did not know,” what really happened was that Jacob came upon God, because God is the place of the world, and not the other way around. “God, the Holy One of Being,” the midrash continues, “is more than everywhere; God is the bosom in which creation happens day after day, the ground and the source of everything that exists, the very Place of Being itself.”

God is the place of the world, the very place of Being.

Imagine how that understanding might change our reading of this morning’s Gospel.
“The kingdom of heaven is like a field…” Jesus tells us.
Imagine the field as the Place of God, the very place of Being.
Might that change our response to the weeds?
Might that make us a little more patient, a little less judgmental?

Yes, consider: the kingdom of heaven is like a field…
…the kingdom of heaven is a place where God is.
The kingdom of heaven is where WE are.

Amen.

Peace and Justice Film Series - Temple Grandin

Wednesday, August 10, 7:00 PM

“Temple Grandin (born August 29, 1947) is an American doctor of animal science and professor at Colorado State University, bestselling author, and consultant to the livestock industry on animal behavior. As a person with high-functioning autism, Grandin is also widely noted for her work in autism advocacy and is the inventor of the hug machine designed to calm hypersensitive persons.

“Grandin is listed in the 2010 Time 100 list of the 100 most influential people in the world in the category ‘Heroes.’”

Wikipedia: “NPR’s David Bianculli unambiguously named the film ‘the best tele-movie of the past several years... I can’t praise this movie highly enough. It’s not maudlin or sentimental, but it is excitingly inspirational. It scores big emotional points with very small touches, the sound of a heartbeat, a tentative touch, a victorious smile. The acting, writing, directing, production values, every sight and every sound in HBO’s Temple Grandin is perfect.’”

Hot Coffee/Cool Jazz - August 13, 2011

You're invited to the beautiful courtyard of the historic Episcopal Church of the Messiah in Santa Ana. The Ken Kawamura Jazztet will be presenting their creative and often playful renditions from the Jazz Lexicon. Enjoy selections from their repertoire, including compositions from jazz masters such as Duke Ellington, Charlie Parker, Miles Davis, and others. Snacks and drinks will be provided. Free admission, and donations will be gratefully received.

7-9 p.m. on Saturdays July 9th and August 13, 2011
614 North Bush Street, Santa Ana
(corner of Bush and Civic Center; enter by the garden gate on Civic Center)
www.Messiah-SantaAna.org
For more information, contact Kitty Crary (714-838-9498)

Messiah Family Beach Bonfire!

August 20

Celebrate the last days of summer and kick off a new school year with us at Messiah’s Beach Bonfire on August 20th. Play games in the sand, watch the sun set, and roast your hot dog dinner on the fire. Bring a side dish to share and your own drinks (no alcohol), and we’ll pro- vide the hot dogs and marshmallows. Meet us at Bolsa Chica, near the inter- section of PCH and Warner. Official start time is 3 pm, but we will be there ear- lier. Maps will be provided.

July 10, 2011 - The Reverend Carolyn Estrada

Isaiah 55:10 – 13 Psalm 65: [1 – 8] 9 – 14 Romans 8:1 – 11 Matthew 13:1 – 9, 18 - 23

Well-worn paths.
Rocky ground.
Thorny soil.
Good earth.

What we refer to as the “Parable of the Sower” often seems to wind up being a commentary on the ground. And, because we’re clearly not the sower in the story, we can’t help but examine ourselves, doing an inventory of our own internal landscape to assess our receptivity to the seed:

Which type am I?
Am I so set in my ways that the seed has no where to go when it lands on the path of my daily rhythms and routines?
How much depth do I have? Do I react with enthusiasm – and then lose interest, going on to something else?
Do I get lost in the distractions of life, those pervasive weeds which seem to pop up everywhere? Do I allow them to choke out what I know to be the Way, the Truth, and the Light attempting to grow in me?
Have I done all I can to prepare the ground of my being?

We assume—
Responsibility for the ground on which the seed lands.
A straight trajectory – a direct, immediate, and obvious correlation between the seed sown and the crop harvested.
A kind of all-or-nothing thinking in which God’s purposes require ideal conditions under which to thrive. We forget that with God all things are possible…

Things to think about, all, and yet this morning I’d really like to shift the focus. I think this parable has a lot to tell us about the sower.

“Well, what kind of irresponsible sower is that?!” you might demand, still focusing on the ground conditions. “If he wants that yield of a hundredfold, or sixty, or thirty, why cast seed on ground that has not been prepared? Why throw it away – a total waste of time and effort, as well as seed?!”
What is with this random scattering – on the paths, on rocky ground, among thorns, as well as on good soil?!!
Why not just plant where the seed actually has a chance of growing, producing a crop?
What a profligate sower!
What a profligate God!

What a profligate sower.
What a profligate God.

We are much more careful about how we do things, of course: we like our seeds to bear their yield in carefully planned rows neatly labeled, “green beans,” “peas,” “squash,” “hope,” “forgiveness,” “peace,” “mercy…”

We have a sense of what soil merits what seed, and we plan accordingly, sowing here, not there…
In contrast, this morning’s sower seems positively reckless!
This sower works with abandon, seemingly less concerned with WHERE the seeds fall than with the fact that they are generously sown.

And that is good news for us! For, in spite of ourselves, our lives are not ordered in neat rows, nor are they so precisely compartmentalized and labeled… The reality is – they are every bit as messy and mixed up as the nature of which we are a part!
And we, in all our messy-ness, are every bit as much on the receiving end of those blessings falling from the sower’s hand, the mercy dropping from heaven, the seeds of love and hope cast so freely over us.

If we can shake ourselves free from that human mindset conditioned to measurable outcomes, we can take great comfort in this Sower, for he reminds us of all that God is:
God bestows blessings generously; we don’t have to be worthy; we don’t have to earn them.
God gives without condition.
God is patient; God doesn’t need immediate gratification.
God sees in each of us, not our limitations, but promise and possibility.
God believes in us, and trusts us.

I am reminded that at the close of each day in creation, God looked at what God had made, and pronounced it good.
Of course God wants to bless it – all of it!
Of course God wants to bless us – all of us!

I think of how narrow is our sense of “yield” compared to God’s: apple seeds grow apples in this amount of time, and corn, corn, in that....
God, on the other hand, sees the possibility that “yield” may well be birds fed from the seeds which have fallen on that hard path we’ve trod.
“Yield” may well be the hard and stony ground, softened and broken up a bit by the sprouting of seeds, beautified by their appearance, however brief, perhaps more ready and receptive for a crop the next time...
“Yield” may well be the long-term influence of seeds cast among the weeds and the thorns: who knows? One day, as Isaiah prophesies, instead of the thorn, shall come up the cypress!

There’s an extravagance about this sower, this God!
And it includes us, no matter what our condition!
It’s an extravagance we see upheld in the lushness of some of the Psalms or passages from Isaiah, conjuring forth images of just that sort of spilling-over abundance:

It’s as though all of creation is a glorious symphony, in which the Creator with his baton draws the music out of first one “section” and then another – here, you! Earth! Sprout forth! And you, mountains! Burst into song! Now, trees – clap your hands! Let’s feel the seeds, scattered everywhere – I want to hear them falling! Lots of seeds! Now, valleys – fill with grain – and meadows, fill with flocks!! And water – let’s have the sound of water everywhere – softening the ground, drenching the furrows, filling the rivers… Now the swell – let’s hear it! – and crescendo into the bursting forth of God’s plenteous abundance, leaving suspended in the air the iridescent sounds of goodness hanging over all…

Let’s rest in that abundance.
Amen.

Save the Date - Messiah Family Photo

Quick! Before Father Brad retires, we want to take a “Messiah Family Photo”!

The date has been scheduled for HOMECOMING SUNDAY, September 11 at 11:30 a.m. in the Patio.

Don’t miss out!

Be part of this one-time opportunity to be photographed as one of the many Faces of Messiah”!

July 3, 2011 - The Reverend Canon Brad Karelius

Celebrating American Independence Day brings my mind back to a summer day many years ago, when little Katie, Jan and I visited Concord, Mass. We had left the dry, brown landscape of Southern California, and now we were walking on an historic path through verdant green woods of Maple, Ash and Pine. Everything was so green. We came to the historic Concord Bridge and joined a small group of tourists listening to a National Park Ranger’s narrative.
 
You have heard those monotone lectures before, and usually our minds wander, looking around at other things or our watch. But not this time. This ranger had passion and energy about his story. We were transported back to June 19, 1775. As we stand on the bridge facing east, three regiments of a force of 90 red coated British soldiers march at quick step toward us. Behind us on the other side of the bridge stands a company of Minutemen. Other Minutemen stand on the hill above us protecting a large manor house where their guns and weapons are stored. In the distance smoke rises from the town of Concord: had the British set the town on fire?
 
The British soldiers draw closer, bayoneted muskets pointed forward. They stop and there is silence. Minutemen face the soldiers. The British represent the face of oppression and injustice. Beating in the hearts of these colonial farmers and merchants is a fiery hope for freedom and justice.
 
Ralph Waldo Emerson captured the event in his Concord Hymn:
          By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
          Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,
          Here once the embattled farmers stood
          And fired the shot hear round the world.
 
The ranger described the chaos following that first shot, Minutemen standing firm and firing back, three British soldiers fell, the other troops withdrew and began a forced march retreat back to Boston. Dozens of other soldiers were picked off by Minutemen shooting from trees and stone walls in the torturous retreat.
 
I can see the rock wall beside that Concord Bridge, where two of the soldiers were interred. James Russell Lowell, in his poem Lines, also remembers those men:
          Two graves are here: to mark the place
          At head and foot, and unhewn stone,
          O’er which the herald lichens trace
          The blazon of Oblivion.
   
In 1910 resident of Concord placed a plaque that I could read marking those graves beside the bridge, using other lines from Lowell’s poem:
          Grave of British soldiers. 

          They came three thousand miles and died,
          To keep the past upon its throne.
          Unheard, beyond the ocean tide.

          Their English Mother made her moan.
          April 19, 1775.
   
My imagination returned again to that tense moment of the face-off between soldiers and colonists: it seemed to be a primal moment that reflected other similar encounters and struggles for freedom and justice.
 
March 1965, a wall of Alabama State Troopers blocks the march of Martin Luther King Jr. at the Edmond Pettus Bridge on Bloody Sunday.  East German demonstrators face East German soldiers at Berlin’s Brandenburg Gate 1989.  Chinese students face Chinese soldiers in Tiananmen Square, Beijing 1989.  Egyptian citizens face security forces in Tahrin Square, Cairo, 2011.  Desmond Tutu faces South African security forces during the struggle against apartheid.
 
On this celebration weekend of American Independence, we remember the proclamation of July 4, 1776. And it is good in this Eucharist to have the grounding of these scriptures to remind us that the core values of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness did not come originally from John Locke and the other Enlightenment philosophers.
 
These core values were first imagined in another face-off of Moses and Hebrew slaves in Egypt, challenging the imperial power of Pharaoh. This was a world where nothing new could happen, only life and death. If you were a slave, you hoped to eat and live another day and to die a quick death.
 
But Moses emerged as the first Jewish prophet, who as Walter Bruggemann describes, “imagined an alternative reality to the dominant consciousness.” The dominant consciousness was Pharaoh, who was God. He had the power. The alternative reality promised at Sinai was that a people of slaves would overcome the world’s number one political power and be led into wilderness and the land of promise. Out of the Exodus experience, the Hebrew people were given the radical ideas of freedom, of progress, of a future of hope.
 
They were also given another radical idea: that they are to work for the common good, for the widow, orphan, the immigrant, the foreigner. Everyone should have enough. At the heart of their spirituality was the Torah commandment to remember: remember what God did in that face off with oppression, what God did in the wilderness and how the unimagined reality of freedom became their new identity.
 
Life, Liberty, the pursuit of happiness are all gifts of the Jews from the Exodus event that have inspired unconsciously all struggles for freedom and justice.
 
As Americans the struggle of the American Revolution is part of our identity and we remember that freedom is never free. We remember that even today, this day, people are dying for the hope for freedom.
 
As Americans, we are reminded that we are not just citizens of one country, members of one religion, members of one family, and members of one race and gender. We are citizens of the whole world, one with all who believe, brothers and sisters with all who are sincere, and part of the one family of humanity. And these wider loyalties constitute our deepest identity.
 
Ron Rolheiser reminds us that Jesus redefined both our citizenship and our loyalties.
“Real family, real country, real religion, and real identity are not based upon blood relationship, skin color, gender, church affiliation or shared geography. What makes real family, country, religion, or identity is a share spirit, the Holy Spirit of charity, joy, peace, patience, goodness, long-suffering, faith, fidelity, gentleness, and chastity. These transcend all other boundaries of country, religion, family, race and gender. They are what ultimately ask for our loyalty.”
 
Our real passport is not issued by an individual country and baptism puts us in solidarity with others beyond any one faith or denomination. On this American Independence weekend we remember those who fought and struggled for freedom and those today in the global family who struggle against powerful forces and who also are inheritors of the gifts of the Jews.
 
Amen.

Resource used:
Multi-citizenship---Wide Loyalties, Ron Rolheiser, April 17, 2006.