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Showing posts with label Mark 12: 28-34. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mark 12: 28-34. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 9, 2021

Widow's mite, widow's might, widow's witness



Sermon


11/6


Jekyll and Hyde resists the rush ti Christmas decorations

It was the morning we rolled the clocks back....and I preached again for Beverley Church...here is my reflection,...


So the time has changed. And the leaves have changed. And the weather has cooled. I don’t expect to see fresh corn much longer at my local farmers’ market…but there’s more apple varieties than I could ever imagine. And fresh cider….Covid doesn’t seem to  be going anywhere anytime  soon and you’re never quite sure what the rules are. And yes, since we were last together, New York City has a new mayor…our second African-American mayor. And the New York City Marathon is back…streets of the city filled with runners for the first time in two years.


The stores are making the switch over from Halloween to Christmas…but we will wait until Advent for that. And just this  week was all saints and all souls, the Day of the Dead.


This time of year when people get into giving has traditionally been time for churches to focus on stewardship.  And this passage in Mark, we used to call it the widow’s mite, remember that?  Pastors would tell the story of the "poor widow" and encourage everyone to be like her. But in all honesty, there’s more going  on here than  meets the eye. 


First of all, the scribes…who were they? The Bible sometimes uses the expression doctors of the law. That’s appropriate, but why ? What was their role? They had the job of drafting legal documents in line with the Torah, contracts between people for marriage, divorce, loans, inheritance, land sales, etc. All for a fee, of course.  Jesus’ critique about them, those 

who like to walk around in long robes, and to be greeted with respect in the marketplaces, and to have the best seats in the synagogues and places of honor at banquets!….can cut close to home..those preachers who wear the finest  suits, who sit at the head table at charity galas and get invited to do invocations at civic events…..those guys…When I lived in Tulsa, all the pastors wanted to get invited by Oral Roberts to give the prayer before ORU basketball games. 

The first pastor I worked for, and let me add he was a truly great man and good mentor, had as part of his call package a membership in the city’s best downtown dining club and it’s best country club. 

But it gets worse…Jesus says that they … devour widows' houses and for the sake of appearance say long prayers….

Can’t you just hear this prayers? (You probably already have…) See in those days, when a man died, women were not allowed to inherit her husband’s  wealth or property. That’s why the Old Testament always speaks about special care for ..widows, orphans and strangers at your gate…they were among the most vulnerable in society.  So scribes also had the role of managing women’s inheritance and property. Some charged exhorbitant fees. And if women were unable to pay, the scribe would  get control of the house. 

That is the context in which Jesus praises the widow.  It’s not just look what a good little giver she is. It’s in the context of this condemnation of an unjust system that does this to people.What this widow has experienced is wrong…and the temple owes its existence, at least in part, to the exploitation of people like this widow. The contributions of the scribes  come from the money they take form the widows and then the widows’ own money….in essence, they pay twice!

Well, widows may have it better today.  But there’s still plenty to make Jesus mad. Back to Tulsa for a minute. And let me share that I actually worked at ORU for a few years and knew Oral Roberts to be a complex character. But more than one poor widow gave all they had for Oral’s ministry. When he built a retirement home, there was major problem with his followers selling everything they had and coming to Tulsa believing they would be taken care of.  The rest of us had to push Oral Roberts  to hire a social worker to deal with the issue.

Let’s look at society. Income inequality its at its highest level in fifty years. Women still only make .68 cents on the dollar to men. The middle and lower classes pay the highest percentage of taxes. And the census tells us that  in the last ten years, homelessness in our city has increased by 110 percent and 159 people list Central Park as their address.  

Friends, I think it’s safe to say Jesus is still angry.

Now back to our widow. She doesn’t give from her excess, she gives from her essence. The words… everything she had…are literally her whole life. She has made a sacrifice. And that word’s Latin  roots are to make holy…it’s not so much the widow’s mite as it is the widow’s might…ultimately the widow’s witness. 

So in the end, this is not about giving your every last cent to church. (You can relax). BUT…it is about how you live your life. Those of us who claim the name of Jesus as our savior, who claim his name and seek to live life  in his community…are called to place God…through Jesus … at the center of our lives. Being a Christian, a follower of Jesus is ultimately a way of life. The most important work of the church is not to develop all kinds of programs.  The most important work of the church is to help its members be encouraged, empowered and equipped for the daily living out of their Christian witness. It’s not what we do on Sunday that makes us Christians but Monday through Saturday.  

As we come together to share in community with our Lord and our community today, let us help one another be strengthened for that daily living out of Jesus’ call. Let those with ears to hear, hear….


Mark 12: 38-44

38As he taught, he said, "Beware of the scribes, who like to walk around in long robes, and to be greeted with respect in the marketplaces, 39and to have the best seats in the synagogues and places of honor at banquets! 40They devour widows' houses and for the sake of appearance say long prayers. They will receive the greater condemnation."

41He sat down opposite the treasury, and watched the crowd putting money into the treasury. Many rich people put in large sums. 42A poor widow came and put in two small copper coins, which are worth a penny. 43Then he called his disciples and said to them, "Truly I tell you, this poor widow has put in more than all those who are contributing to the treasury. 44For all of them have contributed out of their abundance; but she out of her poverty has put in everything she had, all she had to live on."



Monday, November 5, 2012

The injured coast: reflections on Hurricane Sandy


11/4

Samantha's note...


OK. So Teddy’s in Queens picking up floor materials for Martin. Steve is on a conference call planning a last minute phone call blitz and get out the vote campaign for Obama in Pennsylvania. I may be on my own here to get ready for church. 

Steve takes a break and comes down to help finish the set up. When I stop in Dunkin’ Donuts, I encounter several of my San Francisco runner friends from yesterday. They are wearing their official Marathon t-shirts. And some funky short skirts over their shorts. They  tell me there’s an amazing DIY marathon happening in Central Park. The drive is completely filled with runners , they say.  They finished one loop around. But some of their group is going to do four plus loops and a complete marathon, like the first New York Marathon back in 1970.

Andre is here, which raises my spirits. 

There are three visitors....a couple and an older woman. Turns out she’s the man’s mother from Jersey. With no light or heat, so they've brought her into the city for the duration. And so they’re worshipping with us, instead of Jersey.

We begin with the classic For All the  Saints...

There’s much to reflect on today.

This is what would have been Marathon Sunday. I came to the church yesterday afternoon. There was the usual crowd at Barney’s. And  twelve people on our steps. San Francisco marathoners. They said   “don’t hate us.”  ......And I said, No problem. I’ve run it myself. it’s a lifetime experience. But just not the right time...
And my visitor friend says, I couldn’t disagree with you more...they can play basketball and football. Why not do something that can bring the city together? 

There’s so much more I could say. Like I remember how we played our soccer games then ran the Marathon after 9-11. But this is different. That was an act of defiance against the powers of death. The runners who came from all over came as an act of intentional solidarity. Plus 9-11, despite it’s horrors, was localized. Sandy has created devastation across 5 boroughs and a tristate area. Plus there’s the whole issue of diversion of resources. How do you invade the numbing devastation of Staten Island to start a race? Run past miles' long gas lines in Brooklyn? How many homes without light do the generators along Central Park West represent? This would not be solidarity or defiance. Just gross insensitivity. Would not bring us together. If I lost my home, I couldn’t really say, well,at least we got the marathon in. All I say out loud is, Well, it became controversial.... a lot of people very upset...

I’ve been been searching  for the right music for today. There’s lots of great music from New Orleans. From Katrina. But we can’t really use those...That is their own unique tragedy and deserves its own integrity.

I thought about  the great John Mc Cutcheon song, Hallelujah, the great storm is over...but you can’t really say that, not as long trauma continues for so many...the storm is not over..

So I’m drawn to Paul Simon’s Coast..with it’s images of an injured coast, a family...seeking shelter, uncertain negotiable evening meals, falling stars and even gathering to praise a soul’s returning to the earth....

It’s refrain goes:

This is a lonely life 
Sorrows everywhere you turn 
And that is worth something 
When you think about it 
That is worth some money 

After the final verse it changes to:
This is the only life
Now that is worth  something if you think about it
That is worth some money

And I thought of How can I keep from singing...
No storm  can shake my inmost calm while to that rock I’m clinging, 
Since love is lord of heaven and earth, how can i keep from singing...

Yes....

and that fits...

In our gospel lesson (Mark 12: 28-34), Jesus is on the spot again...although this time I believe his questioner is on the level..asking straight up...it’s part of tradition What is the greatest commandment?
And Jesus answers with the shema, the root prayer of Judaism, prayed every night before going to sleep, chanted in every service...
Shema yisroel, adonai elohenu, adonai ehad...
Hear, O Israel, The lord your God is one...

And you shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and all your mind and all your soul...(that’s ALL of you. and the second, like unto it...is you shall  love your neighbor as yourselves
(now that is worth some money...)

We try and make it complicated, but it’s so  not...It is simple and all connected:
 Love God, love yourself, love your neighbor.... can’t do one without the others...

There’s lots to sort out  here....what is a natural disaster? Well the storm is natural...the disaster? More complicated. Most of our disasters are the result of policy decisions. Weather is nature, much of disaster human made...After a series of devastating floods during my time in Tulsa, changes were made in the city’s development policy, finally recognizing as one friend said, that water runs down hill... global warming, destruction of wetlands, all choices...don’t talk to me  about  acts of God until we take responsibility for what’s ours.. if we defy certain basic  realities, sooner or later there’s a price...

But as we sort that all out, in the meantime, there is work to do....work to do that has to do with neighbors...so let us be about it...

So even though it’s intimidating to sing with Andre around, I do an acapella How can I keep from singing... as we collect today’s offering which includes clean clothing and blankets and toiletries...

And our communion is in solidarity with those devastated by the storm. And our acclamation, Jesus Christ has died, Jesus Christ has risen, Jesus Christ will come again some day...is sung to the tune of We shall overcome...

Packing crew
survival packs
Following worship, we head up to Mc Alpin Hall to sort and pack and prepare all we have collected. Martin’s daughter and his mother Luli join us...Lily is the rock star of this operation having hustled brand new blankets, organizing the sorting and labelling. She’s also designed survival packs with toiletries and new, warm socks...Samantha has designed a card to go in each pack with a note from the church...to make it slightly less anonymous..First aid kits, home medical and personal sanitary supplies from the National Nurses Union free clinic are added to the collection. The work goes on all afternoon...

After the performance of You Will Make a Difference, Teddy will move the bags and boxes to the chapel. Ready to go tomorrow to the collection center.