A Sermon preached at United Presbyterian Church in Lone Tree, Iowa on June 21, 2015
In memory of the 9 Mother Emmanuel members who lost their lives in the Charleston Massacre
Scripture passage: Matthew 6:25-34
So, Friday was our Son's sixth
birthday.
It's hard to believe how quickly the
last four years have blown by.
We've gone from a kid who spoke no
English and who waddled around in diapers when we first brought him
home from Ethiopia, to a spunky and fun loving little boy who talks
all the time and who had his pre-school friends over yesterday for a
superhero birthday party.
For some reason, a sixth birthday seems
like a really big milestone. It's so much larger than the past three
birthdays we celebrated with our child. I'm not sure exactly what it
is, but there is definitely a marked difference with a sixth
birthday.
It is awesome to watch your child grow
up right before your eyes. To see them change, to mature, to grow and
develop, to see their personalities come to full bloom, to see them
develop their own loves and interests.
And yet, I worry.
I worry because my young child is
starting to pull away. He's growing up way too quickly. He's got a
strong sense of independence and a strong will which means I can't
always control the choices and decisions he makes. Or protect him
from his mistakes.
I worry too because I am an older
parent. Occasionally, I wonder if I'll make it to his college
graduation or see him get married, or hold a grand baby in my arms
for the very first time. Every creek in my body or pain I haven't
felt before sets off a tiny, little wave of anxiety.
But do you know what my biggest worry
is regarding my son's future?
It's that one day Teddy will be a black
teenager and then of course he will be a full grown black man - in
today's society.
The events of the last several years
but especially of this last week have raised my anxiety off the roof.
From Trayvon Martin, to Tamir Rice, to
Eric Garner, and now to the 9 out of 12 African Americans who welcome
a 22 year old man into their midst, and after sitting in a prayer
meeting for a whole hour he finally opens fire and kills them.
As the events of Wednesday night and
Thursday unfolded and we learned of the shooting at Emmanuel AME
Church in Charleston - my wife looked at me and said, “What have
we done, were we foolish to bring this beautiful and wonderful boy,
into this country?”
It makes me so angry. That shouldn't
even be a question we have to ask. Our world should be better than
this.
Moms and Dads of black children should
not have to worry that their children will constantly be under
suspicion, that by simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time
their kid's life might be extinguished at the point of a gun, and
that not even the sanctity of a church or a prayer meeting is able to
keep their loved ones safe.
Today's sermon is not the sermon I was
going to preach. It is not the sermon I wanted to preach.
But as I was reminded over and over
again by friends and by other people of color I have tried to listen
to over this past week, to ignore it, to not speak about it, is a
luxury that only I possess as a white pastor in a white church, in a
predominately white community.
This my friends is the definition of
White Privilege.
Today, in their worship services, our
black brothers and sisters in Christ do not have the luxury of
ignoring this week's events. Clergy cannot fail to address them. They
cannot gloss over and ignore them in their churches this morning.
And I think the Spirit says, today,
neither must we.
As I read and considered today's
scripture passage in light of this week's events and my own anxiety
surrounding them along with all my worries about the future for my
precious child, I have to say, at first glance Jesus' words seem
totally naïve.
Don't worry about your life,
what you will eat or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life
more than food, and the body more than clothing? ... Don't worry
about tomorrow, tomorrow will have worries of its own.
In a nutshell: Live anxiety
free!
Come on, Jesus, you're
kidding, right? Don't you know the harsh reality of the world we live
in?
The interesting thing is
that Jesus does not point us toward the challenges and the
difficulties we face in this broken world of ours. Instead he points
our attention in a different direction.
He points our attention
towards the natural world to teach us about the love and care of the
creator.
Jesus points us to the birds and the
flowers. Observing the birds he invites us to see them darting about,
playing, and simply enjoying their God given life. Showing us the
flowers he points us toward their natural God given beauty.
As Jesus observed the birds and
flowers, he notes they simply do what they do without effort and
without worry. They simply live into and depend on the love and care
of the creator. They simply trust and lean into God’s love and
care.
And he invites us to be like those
birds and flowers. He invites us to live into, to trust, and to lean
on God’s care and love for each and every one of us.
This is Jesus' antidote for worry ::
God created us and God sustains us. Trust that. Live into it.
But then, Jesus goes one step further:
He tells us to pursue the kingdom, to
pursue God's work.
This seemingly naïve passage, is
actually the foundation for living out the call of Jesus as expressed
in each and every teaching we've heard so far from the sermon on the
mount.
The demands of the sermon are
difficult. I've preached on some very hard and challenging things.
Jesus calls us to a different way of
life, he calls us to think about ourselves and others differently. He
calls us to the work of forgiveness and reconciliation, to forego our
ways of violence, to pursue the paths of peace, to love our enemies,
the list goes on...
I'm convinced the only way to live into
the demanding call of Jesus in this Sermon, is to take to heart
Jesus' words in this seemingly naïve passage.
He calls us to place our full trust in
God's care and provision for us. To trust that no matter what happens
we are always and will always be in God's hands. And that no matter
what, in both life and death we belong to God.
But also to see our brothers and
sisters as those too who are created in the image of God. And to
value them, to care for and to provide for them as God does the very
same thing for all his creation. And to do that hard work of
reconciliation and building relationships.
I can only imagine that's how the
daughter of Ethel Lance was able to look at the person who shot her
mother and to say,
I will never talk
to her ever again, I will never be able to hold her ever again. But I
forgive you...You hurt me, you hurt a lot of people. May God forgive
you.
Or how Felecia Sanders, the grandmother
who shielded her 5-year-old granddaughter from gunfire, but also lost
her son in process, could say to him:
We welcomed you
Wednesday night at our Bible study with open arms. You have killed
some of the most beautifulest people that I know… And it will never
be the same. But as we said in Bible study, we enjoyed you. May God
have mercy on you.
Or how, Allana, granddaughter of Daniel
Simmons could say:
Although my
grandfather and the other victims died at the hands of
hate…everyone's plea for your soul is proof that they lived and
loved and their legacies will live on.
And how she could firmly conclude: “Hate won't win."
And how she could firmly conclude: “Hate won't win."
“Hate won't win.”
Friends, if this world is ever going to
be the sort of world that we want it to be. That God wants it to be.
Then we've got to step up and be courageous. We've got to be bold.
And we've got to place our full trust and confidence in the love and
care of God so that we can:
Let go of our anxiety.
Let go of our defensive posture when we
get called out on racism.
Let go of our fear and desire to keep
the peace that keeps us from addressing racist remarks head on when
we hear them amongst our friends and our family.
Let go of our pretensions that keep us
from hearing the cries of our black brothers and sisters or that keep
us from doing the hard and necessary work of learning about the
realities of this world they face each and every day.
Now admittedly, sometimes we just don't
know what to do. The issues are so huge. The systemic roots are so
deep. But we must find something to do, no matter how small.
My friend Suzi, a children's librarian
in Pittsburgh wrote a poem in response to the tragic events of this
past week. And I'd like to share it with you.
She titled it:
Poem for the five year old child who
played dead and survived the Mother Emanuel church shooting
She writes:
I can’t do much
I shelve books.
I shelve books.
I can’t just fly on my magic carpet
to Charleston
To bake some cupcakes.
To bake some cupcakes.
So I do this:
I take down all the books on display.
I take down all the books on display.
Now
Every displayed book has
an ebony face,
Or faces that seek justice
Every displayed book has
an ebony face,
Or faces that seek justice
(Including one on online bullying
Which has a white girl with blonde hair
On the cover.)
Which has a white girl with blonde hair
On the cover.)
Biographies:
Rosa
Martin
Bessie (the pilot, not the singer)
Obama’s book to his daughters
Rosa
Martin
Bessie (the pilot, not the singer)
Obama’s book to his daughters
Fiction:
Hold Fast (Blue Balliett)
Stella by Starlight (Sharon Draper)
Hold Fast (Blue Balliett)
Stella by Starlight (Sharon Draper)
Picture Books:
Back of the bus (Aaron Reynolds/Floyd Cooper)
Beautiful Blackbird (Ashley Bryan)
Back of the bus (Aaron Reynolds/Floyd Cooper)
Beautiful Blackbird (Ashley Bryan)
I ran out of room.
But when these books
Check out,
I have more:
Sonya the Hispanic Supreme Court Judge,
Clemente the Pittsburgh Pirate.
Even the Pigeon is seeking justice,
as misguided as he might be.
as misguided as he might be.
Friends, let us lean into the love and
care and grace and providence of God and let us find ways each and
every day to live out the words of this Sermon on the Mount.
The world is depending on it. I'm
depending on it. My child is depending on it.
So Help Us God, now and forever. Amen.