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May 13, 2012                                                          Sermon by Peter Terpenning

Community United Church of Christ

Boulder, Colorado

“Sabbath and the Present Moment”

Genesis 2:1-3, Mark 6:30-34, Rumi, “That Lives in Us”

In Mark 6 Jesus says, “Come away to a deserted place all by yourselves and rest awhile”. The story in Mark today is probably familiar to you. It comes in the Gospel of Mark immediately after the Disciples have been sent out on their own to teach and heal. They were directed; you may remember to take nothing for their journey except the clothes on their backs and a staff and to rely on generosity of strangers as they traveled. They returned reporting great success and many people miraculously healed. Jesus had just been rejected in his hometown of Nazareth, despite huge success everywhere else. Then Mark tells how John the Baptist was killed in prison. So we take up the story as Jesus is reunited with the Disciples and perceives that they are tired. He is probably tired and grieving himself, and he suggests that they get in the boat and go to a lonely place where they can rest and recover. They head off, and as they go, the crowds see where they are going, and they follow them around the shore, collecting more people from surrounding towns as they go. When Jesus and company arrive on the other side they discover a huge crowd waiting for them. Jesus, though tired, sees the people and it says that “he had compassion for them”, and he consents to teach them and heal their diseases.

I confess that the line, “Come away to a deserted place all by yourselves and rest awhile” sounds like my plan for Sabbatical. I am preparing for my Sabbath. I have been telling people that my main emotions are guilt, since most people don’t get the luxury of 3 months off for rest and the other emotion is great relief, for I do feel the need for a rest. David Stendahl-Rast, a Catholic monk says, “Life is like the breath, we must be able to live in an easy rhythm between give and take. If we cannot learn to lie and breathe in this rhythm, we place ourselves in grave danger.” I am not sure how good I am at the rhythm of give and take. My pattern is to get unbalanced, so hopefully, I can use this sabbatical to learn how to slow down.

Wayne Muller, author of Sabbath, Restoring the Sacred Rhythm of Rest says that some of us fear the emptiness that looms outside our busy lives. We wonder if we are worth anything apart from our work. We are a little worried about what we will discover about ourselves if we stop. There is this lurking, empty void outside our busy lives and we feel the need to keep filling it. So we keep moving. I relate to this. When I was a little boy I worked hard at skipping stones and prided myself on my ability. If you get it just right, you can skip the stone so well it hardly gets wet and skips many times, sometimes all the way to the other side of the pond. But if you don’t throw it well, it sinks. We are afraid to sink, and our goal is to skip over life without getting wet. We don’t want to disappear, so we keep our calendars and blackberries full.

But I need to remember not to fear the void. It is out of emptiness that God created everything. In Chinese landscape paintings that I studied in college as a East Asian Studies major, I learned that empty space is just as important as the painted space. Every painting has emptiness as well as mountains, water and signs of human habitation. The Chinese Taoists considered full space and empty space to be equally important for it is out of emptiness that the ten thousand things are created. Both are necessary for wholeness. So it is with our lives – we need busy, productive time, but also empty, rest time: activity and inactivity, work and Sabbath, fullness and emptiness. So I go on sabbatical seeking emptiness.

I go holding a story in my mind which I want to share with you. It is from a short story by Leo Tolstoy, but Thich Nhat Hanh told it in his book, The Miracle of Mindfulness, which I recommend highly. It is about living in the now, the present moment, which is another way of bringing Sabbath rhythm into our lives. There is an Emperor who seeks the answers to three questions: 1) what is the best time to do each thing? 2) Who are the most important people to work with and 3) what is the most important thing to do at all times? Many experts were brought in but no one could answer it to his satisfaction. Finally, he decided to go ask a contemplative hermit who lived in the mountains. He dressed in humble clothing and left his bodyguards down the trail and went up to the hermit alone. The hermit was digging a garden and the Emperor approached him and asked his questions. (Repeat) The hermit just patted him on the back and kept digging. It was very hard for the hermit, for he was an elderly and he puffed with each breath. The Emperor, observing this, offered to help him and the hermit gratefully turned over the shovel and sat down. The Emperor dug for a long time, and the sun began to go down. He asked his questions again, but again received no answer. Instead the hermit looked up and asked: “Do you hear someone running?” Sure enough, a man ran into the clearing and ran straight toward them. He was bleeding from a wound in his chest. The Emperor helped the man, laid him down and stopped the bleeding with his shirt, wringing it out again and again as it soaked with blood. Finally the bleeding stopped and they moved the man into the hermit’s cottage. The Emperor fell asleep sitting in the doorway. In the morning the wounded man woke up and looked at the Emperor and said: “I very sorry, will you forgive me?” The Emperor was confused until the man explained that he was the Emperor’s mortal enemy whose brother been killed in the Emperor’s wars and left his family penniless. He had been determined to kill the Emperor but his guards had seen him following the Emperor and recognized him and wounded him. “I surely would have died of my wounds if you had not saved me, forgive me and I will serve you with all my heart for I see you are a compassionate man.” The Emperor was pleased and had his own doctor’s look as his wound and then he let him go. Before he left he asked the hermit one more time his questions. The hermit said, “Your questions have already been answered”. “How”, he asked. “Well, yesterday, if you hadn’t taken pity on me and helped me dig, you would have been attacked on your way back, so the most important time was when you were digging, the most important person was me, and the most important pursuit was to help me. Later, when the wounded man ran up here, the most important time was the time you were dressing his wound, for if you had not cared for him he would have died and you would have lost the chance to be reconciled with him. So, the most important person was the attacker, the most important job was taking care of his wound. Remember, the most important time is always now, the present moment. It is the only moment over which we have any power. The most important person is the person you are with and if alone, it is you. And the most important thing to do is taking care of that person, making them happy or serving them.

This is the truth I leave with you and take with me on Sabbatical; all we really have is the present moment and the people and animals that share that moment with us. In this moment we can find our rhythm of rest and work, and let go of fear, for that resides in the torturers rack of the past and the future. I will seek to rest in the now.

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May 6, 2012                                                            Sermon by Peter Terpenning

Community United Church of Christ

Boulder, Colorado

“Abiding in God”

Cynthia Bourgeault, “The Divine Indwelling”,  John 15:1-11

Behind the housing development where I grew up near Chagrin Falls, Ohio, was an old farm. The farm had once owned the land where the suburban homes were, but now all that was left was a crumbling barn, some out buildings, an old orchard and plantings. This is where we played, building tree forts in the apple trees, having our annual “apple wars” with the kids in the next development, fishing in the creek, climbing in the rafters of the barn 9a very dangerous activity in retrospect) and picking black berries. Off in the field was a grape vine. Once I suppose there had been grape trellises, but what had grown up in neglect was a huge mass of grapes, grown wildly out of control like a big clump of vines. It was an enchanted place. We would burrow down deep underneath and look up at the ceiling of vines and leaves that was so thick it blocked out the sun. It was a fort or a house depending on the game. We would climb on top and use it as a trampoline, for the vines were wound so tightly it supported our weight. We harvested the grapes, eating most of them on site, risking death, we thought, to poisoning. Those I brought proudly home were viewed with suspicion by my mother, though as I think about it now, I think they were concord grapes.

But this vine will forever be my vision of the vine that Jesus talked about as connecting us to God and to each other. “No man is an island entire of itself”, wrote John Donne in the often quoted lines, “Every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less: as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manner of your friends or of thine own were. Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind. And therefore, never send to know for whom the bell tolls, if tolls for thee.”

In our reading from John, Jesus uses the vine as an image of our connection to God. Jesus is the vine, and we are the branches. Someone noted, perhaps Thomas Keating, from the perspective of the branches, “it’s all vine”. It’s all one plant. This metaphor points to the mystery that Cynthia Bourgeault addresses in our first reading today, the divine indwelling or as Meister Eckhart writes: “There is in the soul a something in which God dwells, and there is in the soul a something in which the soul dwells in God.” The word John uses to express the connection of the vine and branches is meno, which is commonly translated as abide. Abide means: “to rest, to dwell, to tarry or stay in the same state, to be firm or immoveable, to continue permanently, to live, lodge or endure”. Think of that as Jesus says “Abide in me…abide in my love”. To tarry in God, to be firm and immoveable, to continue permanently, to live, lodge and endure in God. We can abide in God, we are one with God in some deep, mysterious way. The Kingdom of God is within.

There was rancher who had to move a bull from one field to another and somehow things got out of control and the bull charged him. He was far from the fence and couldn’t get out of the way and he was gored. While lying on the ground the bull charged him again and gored him in the side again. He had to get away, but could hardly move. He began to crawl toward an old trailer that was across the field. Bleeding and desperate, he began to pray. A sense of peace came over him and he found the strength to crawl and made it to safety. The continued to charge and butt the trailer, but he was safe. Unfortunately, his pickup truck was across the field outside the fence and he had to get there if he was going to get help. He had no cell phone. After a time, the bull wandered away and he began to crawl again. Praying every inch of way, he found strength and it seemed to him that a protective bubble was around him that kept the bull from noticing him. In any case, painstakingly, he made it to the truck. Now he had to hoist himself into the driver seat. Praying continually, he made it and began to drive home. His injuries included a wounded leg and he was having trouble concentrating, but he drove home. But there was no one there and couldn’t think what to do. He didn’t think he could get out of the truck, so he prayed. Immediately the answer came, “Drive to the hospital”. So once again he summoned his energy and drove slowly and painfully the 20 miles to the hospital. He felt God was with him every mile and he rested in God’s presence. He arrived alive and laid on the horn to attract the attention of the emergency room staff. He slumped gratefully onto the stretcher that carried him to safety.

He felt he has been sustained by God and he had lived. But over the next few days he began to feel lost and alone, depressed. He couldn’t figure out what was wrong with him. He was alive and healing and should feel great. All he knew was that his unease had something to do with the pickup truck. One day it hit him. He had left God in the truck. All through the crisis he had had an amazing sense of connection to God but when he go to the hospital he relaxed and began to rely on the doctors and on his own sense of accomplishment of what he had done to save himself. But he had lost the connection to God that has sustained him and it left a huge hole in his psyche. He resolved to try and live his life continually seeking the connection he had had with God during his crisis. He decided to abide in God.

I like this story because I also struggle to keep my connection to God. Most of you know I have had to deal with anxiety and panic. It first hit me related to drug use when I was young. But it returned when my father was dying.  As I have entered the contemplative life with meditation and centering prayer, it went deeper and I have had a profound confrontation with fear over the years. At times of crisis I have prayed, and at times I have been sustained by a deep connection to God. I am learning to welcome fear as one of the things that draws me back to my connection with God. I fall on my face again and again, and face anxiety at deeper and deeper levels, but God picks me up and like the rancher, I am learning to abide in God.

We can abide in God. In fact, I have come to believe that at our deepest point, we are one with God, and God is one with us. “The eye with which I see God is the same eye with which God sees me” to quote Meister Eckhart again, “My eye and God’s eye is one eye, and one sight, and one knowledge, and one love”. Meditation and contemplative prayer are one way to gradually uncover our connection to God. But as usual, for me it comes down to trust. As I turn to God, trust in God and acknowledge my connection to God, I grow better and better at abiding in God. May God help us rest, dwell, tarry and stay in God; be firm and immoveable, continue permanently, live, lodge and endure in God. God is the vine and we are the branches, but from the branches perspective, it’s all vine.

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April 29, 2012                                                          Sermon by Peter Terpenning

Community United Church of Christ

Boulder, Colorado

“Do Nothing and Everything Will be Accomplished”

Tao Te Ching, Chapter #47, Acts of the Apostles 4:5-12, 5:27-42

Let’s hear chapter 47 of the Tao Te Ching by Lao Tzu one more time, “Without venturing out-of-doors, one may know the world, Without looking out one’s window, one may know the ways of Heaven. For the further one travels, the less one knows. Therefore the Sage arrives without going, sees all without looking, does nothing, yet achieves everything.” Doing nothing, yet achieving everything is called in the Chinese philosophy of Taoism, “Wu Wei”. It is the philosophy of softness, inaction, non-violence, no words. This ancient teaching (500 BCE) is hard to understand for westerners – yet when I first heard in a religion class in college there was something that resonated with me immediately. Chapter 43 of Tao Te Ching reads: “The softest thing in the world rides over the hardest things. What has no being enters what leaves no opening. This makes me realize the advantage of not doing. Teaching done by not talking, the advantage gained by no doing- few things in the world can match this”. Water, running over rocks wears down the rocks. The power in many martial arts is based on using the force of the opponent against them. There are many examples of Wu Wei. There is a story from Chuang Tzu, another Taoist teacher, of the Gorge of Lu, where a great waterfall plunges for thousands of feet, its spray visible for miles. In the churning waters no living creature can be seen. One day, Kung Fu Tse was standing at a distance from the pool’s edge when he saw an old man being tossed about in the turbulent water. He called to his disciples and together they ran to rescue the victim. But by the time they reached the water the old man had climbed out onto the bank and was walking along, singing to himself. Kung Fu Tse hurried up to him and said, “You would have to be a ghost to survive that, but you seem to be a man, what secret power do you have?” “Nothing special”, the old man replied. “I began to learn while very young, and grew up practicing it. Now I am certain of success. I go down with the water and come up with the water. I follow it and forget myself. I survive because I don’t struggle against the water’s superior power. That’s all.’

I thought of Wu Wei as I read again the story in Acts of Peter and John coming before the Sanhedrin, that is, the high religious court. In the court is the famous Pharisee, Gamaliel, teacher of Paul of Tarsus, and a leader among the Pharisees. The story unfolds as Peter and John have healed a lame man outside the temple in the name of Jesus. The word is spreading throughout Jerusalem and the religious officials decide they must do something. They arrest Peter, John and man who was healed, but grow afraid of the crowds and release them. Later, all eleven disciples are arrested, but are miraculously released by the action of the Holy Spirit that night. The disciples are in the temple preaching again the next day and the high priest has them brought before the Sanhedrin. Before the court Peter and John speak courageously, to the amazement of the court. Aren’t these uneducated fishermen, commoners, known as “idiota” by the educated elite? Yet they speak out articulately in the court, witnessing to Jesus. The Sanhedrin members become enraged at their presumption and want to have them killed, and this is when Gamaliel rises to speak. “Men of Israel” he begins, “take care what you do to these men. Theudas arose…but he was slain and all who followed him were dispersed and came to nothing. After him Judas the Galilean arose…and he came to nothing…so in the present case I tell you, keep away from these men and let them alone; for if this undertaking is of men, it will fail; but if it is of God, you will not be able to overthrow them. You might even be found opposing God.” In other word, “Do nothing and everything will be accomplished”.

Wise word. Gamaliel was right. If God wasn’t with the Christians, don’t worry, they won’t succeed. But if this is God’s work, you don’t want to be against it. There are many things in our world that we should leave alone and let God’s will be done. There is a time to speak and time to remain silent. We often rush around, trying to cover God’s back. We worry, fuss, go to war, build up the police, all because we don’t really trust that there is a God who cares for the world. Trust the shepherd of the 23rd Psalm to lead us in right paths. Doesn’t God take care of lilies of the field and birds of the air. We really do not trust God, but seek to care for ourselves and the world. Most of the time we act as if there is no God to trust.

But wait a minute, you might be thinking, isn’t there a time for action? We can’t just sit around and let God do everything. We are God’s hands and feet on earth, after all. Surely we are called to action for justice and peace. We are to feed the poor and help the homeless and all the work in taking care of people and society. One way to interpret the Tao Te Ching and Wu Wei is to see Wu Wei as a way of acting. Taoism does call people to action in other chapters of the Tao Te Ching, but Wu Wei, non-action, is a way of acting in the world. To act without violence or aggression, for example. That is, to take no action that violates another person, but to act with compassion, humility and moderation. Softness, non-resisting is the to be like water, which does not resist, yet wears down the rocks in the stream. Water that falls hundreds of feet and does not resist, flows to the lowest place, yet gathers strength as it flows. Water is actually one of the strongest forces in the world. So we are to find that which in human nature and behavior that is like water. Martial arts, redirecting the force of the opponent, non-violent resistance, seeking to change the behavior of the opponent through love, following the natural order of things and finding the soft way, the compassionate way, the loving way.  There is a story in Taoism of skilled butcher cutting up an ox. With years of practice he was able to cut it up very efficiently with just several smooth motions and almost no effort. He told Chuang Tzu that with practice he had discovered the soft places between bone and sinews and let his knife follow these. Learning to cut up the ox with the least number of cuts and energy.

But there is a deeper level of understanding of Wu Wei, non-action, as well. David Frenette, a contemplative Christian teacher, teaches a prayer to use when beginning your meditation that goes: “I let go of my efforts to change myself, and let God change my heart”. In other words, there is a dimension of faith that it is God who transforms us, not we who transform ourselves through great effort. If the Kingdom of God is within, and our basic identity is of God – if we are branches on the vine which is God, connected and one with God and other people, then our spiritual journey is the letting go of self and discovering our true identity as children of God. This is called Kenosis, or self-emptying, and is an aspect of all religions. We let go of self and discover our true nature. Wu Wei and Taoism teach that the Tao is the basic pattern of all creation, and the human quest is to uncover this pattern of how the Tao works in people and get our lives in harmony with with the Tao.  I believe this is true of Christianity as well, and all faiths, in fact. If we are made in the image of God and part of God’s vine, then we can discover or uncover how to live in harmony with God. We can let go of self and self-serving thoughts and actions and discover how to live with trust in God’s action in and through us.

The early Christian community seems to have been an example of people living out this self-emptying life of faith. From Jesus they learned a profound trust in God that freed them to fearless and transformed lives. They went singing to prison, refused to serve in the armed forces of Rome, healed and preached with no thought to personal safety, formed communities that shared possessions and had all things in common and saw their lives as serving God and neighbor. Something happened to those humble, powerless people that transformed them and eventually transformed their society. We are called to fearlessly let go of self and open ourselves to the transforming action of God.

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Sermon CUCC April 22, 2012

Earth Vision/ Our Conversions

Readings: Isaiah: 35: 5-7a “Then the eyes of the blind shall be opened, and the ears of the deaf unstopped; then the lame shall leap like a deer, and the tongue of the speechless sing for joy. For waters shall break forth in the wilderness, and streams in the desert; the burning sands shall become a pool; and the thirsty ground springs of water.”

Matthew: 13: 31-32 “Jesus put before them another parable: ‘The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed that someone took and sowed in his field; it is the smallest of all the seeds, but when it is grown it is the greatest of all the shrubs and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the air come and make nests in its branches ‘.”

The Legend of The Glas Gabhna “There is an old story from County Clare, in Ireland, about the Glas Gabhna. In the mountains near Carron, there lived a smith who had a magical cow. When she was milked, she could fill any vessel. The smith knew how valuable she was. He had seven sons and one of them always ‘stood to her’, or in other words watched over her. Over a long period of time, she gave an endless supply of milk. Even today one can see in that landscape certain bare patches where nothing grows. These were the places the cow was said to have lain down. Her fame and magic spread everywhere. One day, while on his watch, one of the sons fatally fell asleep. An old woman came by and saw the magical cow unguarded. She had a sieve with her and began to milk the cow into the sieve. She milked and milked. The milk flowed endlessly onto the earth until the cow fell down. When the son awoke, he saw the ground white with milk beneath the fallen cow. He went to call for help. When the father and sons returned, the cow had gone away. She was never heard of again. Then some time after she had departed, seven streams broke forth from the spot where she had been milked. These are to be seen there today, the Seven Streams of Tosca.”  From Beauty by John O’Donohue

Planet Earth: Remember when we first saw the view of earth from space.

Here is one of those views. Imagine being privileged to see earth from space after millennia of humans always earth bound who could only imagine what earth would look like from out there amidst the starry heavens.

The reaction of the cosmonauts was one of awe. James Irwin, the eighth man to walk on the moon who later became a minister wrote:”That beautiful, warm, living object looked so fragile and delicate, that if you touched it with a finger it would crumble and fall apart. Seeing this has to change a man, has to make a man appreciate the creation of God and the love of God.”

The Bulgarian cosmonaut Aleksandr Aleksandrov in awe looking at planet earth the waters, the continents, the clouds: “We are all earth’s children. And we should treat her as our Mother.”

. Sigmund Jahn, the German cosmonaut who flew aboard the Russian Soyuz 31 said this “Before I flew I was already aware of how small and vulnerable our planet is; but only when I saw it from space, in all its ineffable beauty and fragility, did I realize that human-kinds most urgent task is to cherish and preserve it for future generations.”

Words of amazement, of deep connections, of fragility, of responsibility.

I still get moved no matter how many times the view is part of the annual Earth Day wake up call.

Personal Experiences of the Wonders of nature
Each of us has memories of coming into contact with the natural world at the level of living on the earth. Images. not from outer space but from special moments in our lives. When I was a child I still remember the early morning field trips with Mr. Hardy a member of my church who would take a small group of us children to a landscape of meadows and forest where we were given lessons about  the local birds of that part of suburban Baltimore.  I remember the sights and songs of the thrushes, the mockingbirds, the flickers, the downy headed woodpeckers as the sun was rising in the east, the early morning mists swirling around and the grasses still dewy. A special place almost magical.  Still well remembered.

And later raising a family, the many trips to the Atlantic beaches from South Carolina to Nova Scotia. And my immersion in the mighty rhythms of the surge of waves of the ocean against coastal sand or rock.. A time for me of deep connections and meditations. An unforgettable  experience of the awesome sacredness of nature never to be forgotten. And once lying on the deck of a beach cottage late at night when the coast was still undeveloped and the stars were dazzling. Looking up and feeling a sense of vertigo lost in space indeed. A vision of the universe

How blessed many of us have been to experience those moving contacts within the natural world. For some a profound religious experience.

Jesus Earth Vision

Jesus, the poor Jewish peasant of Galilee came to spread his Jewish  message of a vision of the Kingdom of Heaven, of an earth vision.. He spoke as one who knew well that Shalom vision of the Jewish prophets. That vision was one of healing, of renewal, of human liberation from inner bondage and freedom from oppressive institutions. Not Babylon but Rome.

And like the Jewish prophets he included not only a vision of human liberation but a broader vision of a liberation, of restoration of wholeness with the earth. He was the inheritor of the Jewish belief that Yahweh had created the earth, formed humans out of the clay of the earth and blessed the earth as good. Like all Jews he was earthy, celebrated the natural world and gave thanks for being immersed within this God- given sacredness. Remember each time we pray the Jesus prayer we recite, “Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.”

The Gospel accounts of Jesus mission and message place him in the midst of that first century world of Palestine, of geographic locations still familiar today. He walks out into the River Jordan to be baptized. That river still spilling out of the mountains in the north through the Sea of Galilee and down south to end in the Salt Sea. He  disappears in to the jungle tangle of the Wilderness up from the Jordan River. Here he struggles with his calling, his mission from Yahweh. He called some of his disciples along the shores of the Sea of Galilee, actually a lake. Still there today although its water level is dropping. He walked the dusty roads of Galilee bringing his message of liberation and hope to the downtrodden poor peasants. He often retreated into the hills surrounding Galilee to find temporary restoration in the solitude of nature.

Often he fashioned his messages in the form of parables.  Many of these parables were framed around the world of nature and the experiences of his fellow peasants; tillers of the soil and the sheep herd guardians. The thirteenth chapter of the Gospel of Matthew holds many such parables, focusing on the emerging Kingdom of Heaven.

The parable of the sower.

The parable of weeds among the wheat .

The parable of the mustard seed is one of this collection of parables gathered together in Chapter Thirteen of Matthew. In this parable Jesus is sharing with his listeners the certainty that he was sowing his mission and message of the emerging Kingdom of Heaven on earth starting with that very tiny mustard seed. His Earth vision would then grow and flourish into the greatest of all shrubs and become even a tree where birds would come and make nests in the branches. A bit of hyperbole there but still a sign of his God driven faith and hope calling for conversion from our destructive ways. Then greed would end, and the powerless would walk with dignity and the earth would be fertile and healthy. His was a faith growing like the mustard seed that the brokenness of the world was being restored, an EarthVision of Shalom.. .

The Current Environmental Crisis

Now having looked at the awesomeness of planet earth. Having heard these Biblical messages of hope out of brokenness I want to reflect on our own brokenness, the degradation of earth. You have heard the litany so many times but it must be repeated today: Species extinction; pollution of water, air, land; deforestation, desertification, global warming, harmful chemicals and on and on. While the earth as a planet has always been changing this time these changes are human made. Unless we rapidly alter our behavior earth will become inhospitable not only for humans but for myriad other species and humanity will live a very altered life, Not EarthVision but EarthNightmare.

The Legend of Glas Gabhna

I came upon an Irish legend that seemed to be a parable for our times. This is the Irish legend of Glas Gabhna used in the book Beauty by John O’Donohue. You heard this legend read, the legend of the Glas Gabhna. Glas Gabhna which is clearly a celtic word. It is translated to mean the green smithy.

As you recall, a smith had a magical cow. When she was milked she could fill any vessel. And she gave of her milk on and on.

The smith knew how valuable she was. He had seven sons and one of them was always standing watch over this priceless magical cow. Then one day the son watching the magical cow fell asleep. An old woman carrying a sieve saw the magical cow unguarded and began to milk the magical cow through her sieve. She milked and milked and milked. The milk flowed out endlessly until the magical cow fell down.  The son wakes up and sees the milk spilled all over the ground and runs home to bring the bad news to his father. They all hurry back but the cow has gone away and was never heard of again.

As in the parables there is a clear message which I am sure you have already figured out but still briefly. To me the cow is the bountiful earth giving of its richness to humans who over the millennia while using more and more of the earth’s resources still only used what could be sustained. But then came the age of wanton spilling of the earth’s gifts as greed overtakes humanity without regard for the waste and loss, Like the old woman milking the magical cow into a sieve. The legend ends with a warning. Time will run out and the earth will no longer remain the bounteous mother but will have withdrawn that goodness and leave humans bereft in an abandoned landscape altered forever. The magical cow will have vanished.

The hearers and doers of Earth’s vision with their convictions

Today there are hearers of this warning tale who with their earth’s vision under siege believe that time is running out with our human despoiling of the earth like the milking of the magical cow finally ending. These prophets of the earth are trying to yank from our wasteful hands that sieve which pours out all the remaining milk; that rich bounty of the planet we have enjoyed for so long They are the inheritors of the ancient vision of restoration of the ancient Jewish prophets and the Jesus vision of liberation to establish the Kingdom of this Earth, of wholeness, of Shalom. To live in harmony with the earth, not rape and destroy its largesse.

Let me share the story of one of these visionaries which I came upon while reading a recent book called  EcoBarons, The Dreamers, Schemers, and Millionaires Who are Saving Our Planet I was intrigued by the title as I had always had in mind the word Robber Barons which had become the description of the late nineteenth century captains of industry who cornered much of the nation’s wealth in schemes of dominating whole industries under the ownership of one powerful individual like Rockefeller with oil.

In a play on words the author has turned Robber Barons into its opposite Eco Barons naming individuals of great wealth in the last decades who realized that their empires of commerce were part of the problem of the degradation of the planet and determined to give away their fortunes in the cause of salvaging and restoring as much as possible of the wilderness planet yet to be developed, or despoiled or in danger of being lost forever. They have had their eyes opened and their ears unstopped as to the problematic future of humans on planet earth. They have become converts. They have become the planters of mustard seeds praying that their tiny seeds of restoration watered by wealth will become growing trees of hope for further action by an aroused public. .

One of these remarkable EcoBarons is Doug Tompkins.

Doug Tompkins grew up as a rebel and adventurer in upstate New York. He spent his youth roaming the world to climb mountains, explore wildernesses, and with no set goals other than enjoying to the fullest the marvels of nature. He spent time as a ski bum in the mountains of Colorado.

In a major switch, by his forties, he had nourished a business in California, Esprit based on teen fashion clothes that were trendy and designed to become out of date in no time. He became a wealthy man.  One time when he was taking an extended vacation from the endless demands of a corporate executive he was hiking in the lush mountains of Patagonia in Chile. He had just finished reading a book by George Sessions and Bill Devall entitled Deep Ecology, Living as If Nature Mattered. And it hit him that what he was making money from was a total waste of energy, resources hurting this same earth he was now being renewed by. As a radical convert to saving the planet, in no time he sold out his businesses and has been using that wealth ever since  to buy up thousands of acres in Patagonia, in Chile and Argentina and elsewhere in the Americas and support radical ecological organizations.. He is now the biggest private land owner in Chile.. Doug Tomkins an amazing  EcoBaron.

There is Ted Turner, another EcoBaron. he of the proposed buffalo herd on Highway 36 coming into Boulder. He took his fortune from CNN and is investing it in land and is now the largest private owner of land in the United States. His ranches are being restored to their original health. He raises buffalo for meat as a much more  environmentally friendly alternative to beef cattle. An EcoBaron

Wangari Maathai

In another vein entirely from  the EcoBarons  is a woman visionary from rural Kenya, Wangari Maathai.  She grew up in one of the agriculture based villages in Kenya doing the female work of gathering firewood, hoeing the crops, fetching water from the nearby stream, taking goods to the market to trade. A hard agrairan life of the poor that would have been familiar to Jesus.

Wangari grew up and became educated and returned to respond to the problems that the poor women of the Kenyan villages had always had to deal with just she had as a young girl.. And one was the scarcity of trees. She began what has become the Green Belt Movement in Africa and on other continents. Her push to plant trees  has yielded so many benefits including stemming soil erosion, improving the health of the soil, growing healthier food, providing firewood, fodder for livestock and shade, regulating rainfall, making habitats for small animals and birds. She has planted over forty-five million trees across Kenya since 1977. As a consequence also of her tree planting she helped these same poor Nigerian women to be empowered beyond their traditional roles.

She had become so influential for her restorative work for the environment that in

2004 she was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize.

Wangari Maathai, a planter of mustard seeds or rather seedlings growing in to native trees, a model activist and visionary.

UCC Progressive Christianity and the Environment

Closer to home we can take heart from those among us in our church life who are mustard seed planters. Let us honor as a fellow member of the progressive United Church of Christ, Peter Sawtell faithfully preaching the religious message that it is our Christian vision to treat God’s Creations with the utmost care and with that vision of Shalom as the bedrock of our lives.

Here at Community UCC We of the progressive church tradition know that we are called as part of our Peace and Justice mission to honor the earth. In our Peace with Justice Covenant we adopted in 2005 the first of three affirmations  “We affirm that God’s creation nurtures humanity and that humankind has been called to live in unity with one another and with the good earth. This is the vision of Shalom.”

And we also understand that our new creation story extends back billions of years of an evolving universe of which our special planet earth has only recently been evolving living creatures until the emergence of our current human form.  This understanding acknowledges that our web of life is always changing, always in process but that we are hastening those changes by our headlong, heedless damaging of earth.

Let us celebrate this progressive congregation here at CUCC committed to nurturing the good Earth from recycling to social action. Let us be grateful for the Earth Action Team and John Graham who was so instrumental in installing the solar panels.

Future Generations with the EarthVision

Last I want to place my hopes on the coming generations who have grown up with the many messages about the environment from composting to consuming less. Who know the outer space shots of Planet Earth from textbooks or posters. Just this last week a group of local High School students presented the Boulder City Council with the recommendation that the Council enact ways to reduce or eliminate the use of plastic bags in local stores. Already in their DNA’s is the knowledge that we as humans are part of the web of life, that whatever we do impacts the earth often in ways we could not have imagined. They are the future for change. Upon them rests the caring of the EarthVision. An EarthVision that demands humans no longer act irresponsibly but must practice sustainable living on a stressed planet. May we be their mentors and wise counselors in the years to come.

Closing Blessing

I would like to close with a blessing by Jo Poore in Earth Prayers a book which has been my companion for many years of enjoyment and EarthVision:

Mother Father, God, Universal Power

Remind us daily of the sanctity of all life.

Touch our hearts with the glorious oneness

of all creation

As we strive to respect all the living beings

on this planet.

Penetrate our souls with the beauty of this

Earth,

As we attune ourselves to the rhythm and

flow of the seasons.

Awaken our minds with the knowledge to

achieve a world in perfect harmony.

And grant us the wisdom to realize that we

can have heaven on earth.

Amen

Harriott Quin

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YOUR PERSONAL RELATIONSHIP WITH (THE RISEN) CHRIST

Ps.118:1-2,19-24/Jn.20:19-31/1Cor.15

Like many of you, I’m reading the hottest book on the shelf these days, Susan Cain’s Quiet, subtitled, The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking.  (Raised fist: power to the introverts!)  Quiet has affected my approach to Easter this year, especially to this morning’s story of Mary Magdalene quietly encountering the risen Christ in the garden alone.

We’re used to extroverted Easters.  Trumpet fanfares, organs blaring and the Hallelujah Chorus in full voice.  But there’s none of that in the Mary Magdalene story.  In fact, it’s so low-key that she doesn’t even recognize her rabbi, Hebrew for teacher.  She thinks he’s the gardener.

Last Thursday night, our Holy Week service at Sixth Avenue ended with an invitation for people to stay and pray as long as they liked as Marcus, our minister of music, played meditation music.  People stayed in the candlelit quiet.  When the last person drifted out, I remarked that people had stayed a long time. Marcus replied, “People really need the quiet in our noisy world.”  What does it say about our lives today that Susan Cain’s Quiet became an instant best seller and that the Oscar for best picture went to a silent movie?  We need some peace, and quiet.

The most extroverted Easter that I ever spent was when I was 14 and, over spring break, my family went to L.A. to visit our cousins and they took us to the Crystal Cathedral for the Easter service.  That service was so extroverted that they made a fake earthquake when the stone was rolled away and it felt so real that it scared me half to death.  I still have nightmares about it.

But, according to our gospel story, the original Easter was a quiet affair.  Some powerless peasant women walk through dawn’s early light to a grave to embalm the body of the dead rabbi they loved.  Their fear of the Romans and religious authorities keep them quiet.  They just want to take care of the corpse.  The male disciples still hide in the Upper Room, grieving not only the death of their rabbi, but the death of their movement.  Just a week ago, they were waving palm branches in an extroverted, if not fanatical demonstration, believing that the so-called “Kingdom of God” was breaking into history to defeat the Empire.  But, aided by the local religious establishment, the Roman military and the Temple police made short shrift of that.  Less than 24 hours after his arrest, the Apostles Creed tells us, “Jesus suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died and was buried, and descended to the dead.”  End of story.

But then something happened.  Something impossible.  We may not believe it ourselves —at least not in the way that the Crystal Cathedral and other religious extroverts have framed it—but something did happen.  Or else the Roman Empire would still be here and you and I would not be sitting here today doing what we are doing.  So whether we believe it or not in exactly the way that it was told to us in the past, a rising from the dead did happen, and what arose from the dead is still living among us today.

According to the scriptures, what rose up was not an army of Jesus-followers who took revenge on the Romans.  No, what rose up that morning were one or two or three women who arose from their beds while it was still dark and went to the tomb as a matter of personal devotion.  (Of the four gospels, Matthew says it was two women, Mark says it was three, Luke says it was quite a few women, and John says it was only Mary Magdalene.  But they all agree that it was women who started what today we call “Christianity.”)  And it started quietly.

Not that our faith doesn’t have room for extroverts, political activists, and manly men.  It takes all kinds to make the Church, the risen body of Christ.  The resurrection of the body of Christ certainly includes UCC types who take to the streets and ordain former slaves, women, and gays and lesbians long before society accepts it; UCC types who marched with Dr. King, invented Sunday School for kids, and who today put signs out in front of our churches that proclaim, “We believe in the pill!” and “Blessed are the Occupiers for righteousness’ sake!”

That kind of progressive Christian activism is part of the resurrection.  Sometimes we hear skeptics say that the resurrection never happened, for how can you possibly look at the world and believe that Jesus saved it when it’s such a mess?  We answer that it’s not that Jesus saved the world (in the past tense), but that Christ is saving the world in the present as we speak.  The resurrection means that the process of saving the world is ongoing, is still living.

Here’s an example.  I grew up on the Mississippi River in Minnesota.  Once in a while, at this time of year, the Mississippi would flood and threaten our community.  I was an Eagle Scout, so I would join all the volunteers who would gather on the river bank, fill sandbags and stack them up along the water’s edge to save our town.  It was exhausting work.  We would see the river rising day after day in its destructive power.  But then, just when we were most tired and despairing and feared the dyke would break, word would come that, Up River, the flood had crested and the waters were beginning to subside up there.  Those of us Down River still had to wait for a time before the crest reached us.  We had to keep filling those sandbags and watching the debris from up-river swirl past us.  But we knew that the crest had been proclaimed, and that gave us strength and courage to keep working, because it was just a matter of time before the crest would reach us and the river would start subsiding and turn back into a life-giving force.

So even though I started by wishing you a Quiet Easter, I want to make sure to be open-and-affirming of all you extroverts.  We need you and we love you.  Even though Christianity was started by women, we need you to man the barricades, fill the sandbags and fight for justice because that’s an essential part of the resurrection…both politically and psychologically.  I mean, the river is still flooding and all the debris that we named a moment ago in our shocking Contemporary Reading still swirls around us: the debris of “abuse, slavery and rape, racism and war, bigotry and hate.”  The debris of “hunger, indifference, apathy and waste.”  The debris of “death, despair, depression and the wait.”  “Goddamn Good Friday and the goddamn cross.”

We are not fools.  We see the debris.  We see the mess the world is in.  But we’ve also heard the good news that the flood has crested upriver, that the resurrection has already happened and it’s coming our way.  That’s why we don’t say, “Jesus saved” in the past tense; we say, “Jesus saves” in the present.  The resurrection didn’t just happen in the past; the resurrection began in the past, but it’s continuing right now, right here.  So when skeptics say that the resurrection never happened because the world is still a mess, we have an answer.  We dare to be extroverts and reply, “Easter has only just begun.  So why don’t you get off the sidelines, join the body of the risen Christ, and do your part in the ongoing resurrection-work of saving the world?”

Your particular skeptic might say, “But it’s the church that causes all the destruction and debris in the world.  Every time I see a TV evangelist or hear a Catholic bishop, they’re always fighting against sensible health care, saving the environment, gay rights, a woman’s ability to make her own decisions, and justice for Trayvon.”  But Jesus experienced that, too.  Half of his ministry was struggling with the Pharisees and the religious establishment of his time and place.

But now that I’ve been open-and-affirming of extroverts and activists, I want to come back to our introverted Easter story with Mary Magdalene.  According to the Gospel of John, she rises early in the morning while it’s still dark and goes to the tomb alone.  It’s quiet.  She is motivated not by social justice, but by personal love.  John doesn’t mention embalming spices like the other gospels do.  Magdalene comes alone with no other purpose than to be there and grieve.  It’s personal.  In an extroverted world, it’s worth remembering that little, if anything gets started without a genuine personal relationship.

What was Magdalene’s relationship with Jesus? We know little.  She was from Magdala, next to Capernaum, Jesus’ adopted home town.  We’re told that Jesus healed her from a complex illness.  Centuries later, the Catholic Church would say that she was a prostitute, but nothing in the Bible says that.  It was the Medieval Church’s way of disgracing her to make sure she was not seen as equal to the male disciples.  In recent years, that sexism has been repackaged and popularized by The Da Vinci Code, which says she was Jesus’ secret wife and bore him a son.

I prefer to go with the biblical account, which says that Jesus was single and that Mary Magdalene had value on her own terms: that Jesus chose her to be a disciple because she was as smart, as engaging, as faith-filled and adventurous as the 12 male disciples, if not more so.  Why must she be married to a man in order to have value to us?  Her value is that not only did Jesus choose her to be a disciple, but that God chose her to be the first person to experience the resurrection and tell others the good news that Christ is risen.  In fact, 150 years ago, when the UCC started ordaining women, one of our theological arguments was that Christ sent Mary Magdalene to proclaim the good news and so we should also support women preaching today.

John’s gospel describes the cemetery as a garden.  We all know gardenlike cemeteries.  But John has a literary purpose in mind.  His theology is that Jesus Christ redeems humanity by teaching us how to love as the way back to the Garden of Eden where we first lived in harmony with nature and God.  John’s gospel begins with echoes of the beginning of The Book of Genesis and the creation of the world.  Both Genesis and John start with the words, “In the beginning.”  For John, Jesus’ resurrection is a New Creation.  In Genesis, before the fall, Adam and Eve used to walk with God who’d come “walking through the Garden in the cool of the evening” [3:8].  Now, John says, the resurrected Christ comes walking through the garden and meets Magdalene.

She thinks he’s the gardener.  (For those of us looking for ways to link Easter with Earth Day and our faith with environmentalism, this is fertile ground—there’s a lot to explore in the image of God as the Gardener of the earth and of our lives.)  Magdalene comes to the garden alone, and while she sits beside the tomb grieving, she encounters the risen Christ, whom she only recognizes when he calls her by name.  It’s not only quiet, it’s personal.

Both the Old and New Testaments make a big deal about God calling us by name.  Isaiah wrote that God says to us, “Fear not, for I have called you by name and you are mine” [43:1].  I hope you’ve heard God call you by name.  By that I don’t mean that, during a storm, the thunder will turn into the voice of God yelling at you.  It’s more introverted than that, more personal.  Being “called by name” is biblical poetry for experiencing the Spirit inside you affirming all of your uniqueness and giving you a sense that you are loved and affirmed by God, just as you are.

To my mind, the trouble with extrovert religion is that they’re always trying to take the personal out of our spirituality and make us conform to their public religion.  Years ago, when I was in seminary in Berkeley, the evangelicals would come by the busloads into the Castro neighborhood where I lived, walk the streets, get in our faces and demand, “Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your personal lord and savior?”  I got to the point where I’d answer back, “What part of the word personal do you not understand?”

In our increasingly extroverted world, where technology and social media are destroying our solitude and forcing us to live our lives in public, I hope you have a personal retreat where you re-connect with your Self.  I hope you go fly fishing or do arts and crafts alone.  I hope you go swimming or long-distance running or take walks in the woods by yourself.  I hope you stop staring into your computer “friending” strangers and instead go out to dinner with an actual friend and touch as you talk.  I hope you have a prayer life, just you and God.  That’s the garden where Mary Magdalene heard the risen Christ call her by name and where you will, too.

Speaking of the personal, this week is the 50th anniversary of the autobiographical To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee.  It’s such a good story; I think we should add it to the Bible.  We have diverse theologies among us in the UCC, ranging from believing that you must believe in the resurrection to get to heaven, to believing that the resurrection never happened.  (But we’re held together by our covenant to follow Jesus’ one commandment to love one another.)  Perhaps what we do have in common is that we all wish Atticus Finch was our father.  J  And, truth be told, when we are facing life-decisions, we could do worse than ask, “What would Atticus do?”

Susan Cain’s book, Quiet, says that our society is self-destructing the more we focus on the extrovert value of “personality” instead of the introvert value of character.  Jesus was not a personality; he had character.  If there’s anything Atticus Finch represents, it’s character, as a white lawyer defending a black man in the South.  With his little girl nick-named Scout, reading the story we think that the monster is mentally disabled Boo Radley.  It’s only at the end that we realize that Boo is not a monster, he’s a guardian angel…because he has love.  The real monster in the world of Scout and her brother, Jem, is the white-trash father, Bob Ewell. The two fathers, Atticus and Ewell, represent good and evil in our world.  At the end of the trial, when the hater, Bob Ewell, wins and the innocent black man, Tom Robinson, is unjustly convicted, Scout and Jem think (still being children) that the tragedy is that their father lost.  But, after everyone else has left the courtroom floor, Scout learns a grownup lesson when Rev. Sykes, the black minister up in the segregated balcony, says to her, “Miss Jean Louise, stand up. Your father is passing.”

There’s something of that lesson in the Easter story.  Jesus lost his case in the court of the Empire, too.  It seemed the unholy alliance between the dominant politics and religion of that time-and-place had won when they crucified Jesus.  But Easter was God’s way of reversing all that and helping us see that the Kingdom of God has not been defeated, it’s just beginning to break into history.  The fear, injustice, even the death of the crucifixion is defeated by the resur-rection.  There’s a role for trumpet fanfares and the Hallelujah Chorus in our Easter celebrations.  But don’t be fooled by the extrovert way of thinking that if the trumpets were only louder, or the choir was only bigger, they would prove the resurrection to you from the outside.  As with Mary Magdalene, the resurrection will be proven to you personally, quietly, in your heart, as you’re walking in the garden.  The resurrection is God telling us to stand up because Jesus is passing.

Pastor Dan Geslin

@ Boulder Community UCC

Easter 2 – 2012

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April 8, 2012                                                           Sermon by Peter Terpenning

Community United Church of Christ

Boulder, Colorado

“Easter: Experiences of the Presence of God”

Marcus Borg on Religious Experience,  Mark 16:1-8, I Corinthians 15:3-11

In my research for the sermon I looked into Marcus Borg’s writings about religious experience and Jesus’ resurrection. The article from his blog that was read is an example of his views of the experience of God’s presence. I was also struck by one of his remarks that the resurrection of Jesus is not the same as resuscitation. Resuscitation means you have a corpse that is brought back to life, such as in the story of Lazarus being raised. This does not apply to Jesus, he was not resuscitated, he was resurrected: he entered a different kind of existence that is a living presence. In the years following his death on the cross, many of his followers experienced his living presence, and over the 2,000 years of Christianity, many others have experienced this presence, including me.

Let’s consider the resurrection appearances that appear in the New Testament. The earliest account is from Paul in I Corinthians when he recounts that Jesus died and rose on the third day and appeared first to Peter, and then to the twelve and then to 500 brothers and sisters at once, then to James and then to the Apostles (the number of whom we do not accurately know), and finally to Paul himself on the Damascus road. The Gospels have a variety of accounts: Mark has the women meet an angel, who tells them to tell the Apostles to go to Galilee, where they will encounter Jesus. Matthew has the same story, but included an appearance of Jesus to the Apostles in a locked room. Luke elaborates, with Peter running to the tomb, and an account of Disciples on the Emmaus road when Jesus travels with them and is revealed to them in the breaking of the bread. And John’s gospel has lots of specific resurrection stories: Mary Magdalene, the Disciples in the locked room, Thomas and his doubts and faith, Jesus beside the Sea of Galilee with a charcoal fire. And finally Stephen sees Jesus during his martyrdom on Acts and John meets Jesus on the Island of Patmos as he writes the Revelations.

The traditional Christian view of the death and resurrection of Jesus goes something like this: Jesus died for our sins so that we can be forgiven and goes to heaven. Good Friday is about the sacrifice of Jesus for our sins (substitutionary atonement) and Easter is about the promise of life beyond death. Marcus Borg and progressive voices in Christianity find a different message: Jesus’ life and death are about Jesus’ passion for God and God’s Kingdom of love, justice, wholeness and peace. His challenge to the religious and political authorities of his time led to his execution. After his death he continued to be a living presence to his followers, and Christians are called to continue to build God’s Kingdom of love and justice.

The living presence of Jesus has been experienced by countless Christians over the centuries. I have researched these experiences this week a bit. Someone asked Joseph Campbell if he had faith. He answered, “I don’t have faith, I have experience”. George Fox, the founder of the Quakers, believed that every person has the inner light of God within them. After searching for faith and listening and talking to many of the Christian preachers of his time, Fox had a vision and heard a voice tell him, “There is one, even Jesus Christ, who can speak to thy condition”. Others such as Julian of Norwich, Hildegard of Bingen and many mystics had visions and direct experiences of God. Many more have had experiences of the radiance and radical amazement described by Marcus Borg. William James, the author of the book, The Varieties of Religious Experience, was inspired to do his research by an experience of radical amazement he had while hiking in the Adirondack Mountains when a state of “spiritual awareness gripped him throughout one night”. On Thursday, some us gathered here in the sanctuary and I had people share stories of their experiences of the presence of God. Most had a story to tell, and some have had visions of Jesus. As a minister I am privileged that people tell me stories of God’s presence quite often. I can witness that the statement I read by a retired chaplain is true. He said in a blog I found: “The reality is that people, especially ones in crisis, often experience the power of God’s presence”. Borg notes that India many people have experiences of the living presence of Krishna, that resemble closely the experiences people have to Jesus. But for Borg, all such experiences are experiences of the sacred!

For me, the resurrection of Jesus is witnessed to every time a person wakes up to “radical amazement”, a term first coined by the Jewish Rabbi Abraham Herschel. After Jesus died, people began to have experiences of the presence of Jesus, the living Christ. My favorite is the Emmaus Road story, where two disciples are walking in despair following the crucifixion. A stranger walks with them and begins to explain to them the meaning of Jesus’ teaching and the scriptures. They are so taken with this person that when they reach their destination they invite him to stay and eat with them. When he breaks the bread in the traditional Jewish blessing, their eyes are opened and they see that Jesus has been with them all along. Through history people have had this kind of experience of Jesus, they have had visions of him, had experience the power of his presence when they are ill or in crisis. Some have seen him as they lie dying, have felt a peace that passes all understanding in crisis or when they least expect. Some have experienced a presence and deep peace in nature, when hiking, or fishing or looking at a sunset. Over and over the reality of God’s presence is confirmed.

My prayer for you is that you will experience this radical amazement and presence of God.  Marcus Borg tells about a Native American storyteller who starts his stories with: “I don’t know if everything in this story happened just way I am going to tell it, but I know this story is true”. This is my position on the resurrection stories in the Bible: I don’t know if everything in those stories happened just the way the Bible tells them, but I know these stories are true. I know they are true because I have experienced the living presence. Perhaps the wisest of all was the author of Mark, who did not tell any resurrection stories at all by ended his gospel with the promise: “But go, tell his disciples and Peter that he is going ahead of you to Galilee; there you will encounter him, just as he told you.” This is the message of Easter for me: You will encounter him.

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April 1, 2012                                                           Sermon by Peter Terpenning

Community United Church of Christ

Boulder, Colorado

“Donkey Fetchers, on Being Great or Useless”

Mark 11:1-11, Thomas Merton (from (The Rain and the Rhinoceros”)

In Mark’s account of the triumphal entry of Jesus into Jerusalem, Thomas Long, writing in the Christian Century, drew my attention to the fact that a great deal of the story is concerned with two of the disciples being dispatched to find a donkey, a colt, the foal of a donkey. It seems odd, in the midst of Jesus’ moment of announcing that he is the Messiah, fulfilling Zechariah’s prediction that the anointed one will arrive on a donkey, that the story focuses on these mundane details: where to go get a donkey, what to say to the owners, what kind of donkey to get and so on.

Whatever those two disciples imagined they would be doing on the glorious day that Jesus enters Jerusalem, it probably wasn’t fetching a donkey. Mark does not name the two disciples, but just hours before this event, James and John were asking Jesus which of the Disciples was the greatest, and if they could sit with him, on his right and left when he came to his kingdom? Jesus says the greatest will be one who is the least, like a child. I like to think that when it came time to fetch the donkey, Jesus looked over at James and John, the seekers of greatness, and sent them.

This theme of greatness, or lack of it, is common to Jesus. He does not place himself first and encourages others to forget self, be servants, and take the lowest place at the table and so on. It is interesting to me that as Christians remember the Last Supper, we have historically focused on Jesus taking bread and the cup and seemingly instituting the ritual of communion. However, I frankly doubt that Jesus envisioned any such thing, and did not intend for us to interpret his breaking of bread to represent atonement. However, Jesus did do something at the Last Supper I expect he might want us to remember and repeat: he washed the feet of the Disciples. Taking a role usually fulfilled by servants and slaves, Jesus got down on his knees and acted as a servant. The greatest became the least. We shy away from this ritual, mostly because I think we are embarrassed about how our feet look or smell, but it’s a much better symbol, I think, of Jesus’ message than communion. If we want to follow in the way of Jesus, it has a lot more to do with servant hood, fetching donkeys and washing feet than it does with triumphal entries.

My father volunteered for WWII and went off anxiously and courageously to be captain of a ship in the Pacific. He did see action and many Kamikazes, but mostly he told us about the tedium and boredom of service. Carl Love kids me sometimes about revising my job description when he finds me emptying trash and doing yard work. But the reality is that church ministry is a lot different than I imagined when I was ordained, and mostly is about everyday tasks of typing bulletins, collecting cans for the food pantry, cleaning bathrooms occasionally and visiting people. Most jobs and lives are like this, I think, particularly if we are following spiritual values: somewhat tedious, involving service and humility, putting ourselves last and others first.

Thomas Merton, who we heard read in the reading today, definitely found his life journey in ministry to lead him into a downward spiral toward simplicity and a less glamorous life. He came to embrace this “downward mobility” and to see his simple existence and life as a hermit as a way to be closer to God. In “The Rain and the Rhinoceros” he compares his journey to the simplicity of rain, which he calls useless, for it doesn’t cost anything, doesn’t earn anyone a profit so is not valued by society. He wonders if rain would become more real more if a business could make it and therefore charge a fee. So with our lives: it would seem his life as a monk and a hermit had little value since he produced nothing, purchased very little, didn’t see many people. His life seemed useless and valueless, yet for him that was a sign that he was on the right track. In his uselessness and servant hood he was closer to God. In “No Man is an Island, Merton wrote: “The deep secrecy of my own being is often hidden from me by my own estimate of what I am. My idea of what I am is falsified by my admiration for what I do. And my illusions about myself are bred by contagion from the illusions of other men. We all seek to imitate one another’s imagined greatness.”… Our Christian destiny is, in fact, a great one: but we cannot achieve greatness unless we lose all interest in being great.”

In the Tao of Pooh, one of my favorite books, Pooh Bear is held up as an example of the correct way to live, because he doesn’t try to be anything he isn’t. He follows his own nature, and is therefore closer to the Tao. Chapter #8 of the Tao Te Ching reads: “The way of the Tao teaches us to flow like water…this is the pattern of the Tao…it does not struggle or compete. It flows everywhere, even the low places, especially the low places, the places people avoid, so it is like the Tao. We should learn from water, accept where we are and who we are…water never fights. It flows without harm and this wears down and wins in the end. Don’t compete, be yourself, everyone will respect you.”

To be a follower of Jesus is to be downwardly mobile. It is to be servants to others and find ourselves doing tasks we never expected. The Disciples did not find themselves prestigious priests of a new religion or leading armies to drive the Romans into the sea. They found themselves performing simple, humble tasks: feeding people, walking from town to town, chasing down donkeys, telling the story of Jesus. All went on to lives of sacrifice and danger and all died violent deaths, with the possible exception of John, who may have died in prison on Patmos. To be followers of Jesus, or any true spiritual path is, I think, less to do with success and greatness and more to do with uselessness and servant hood. Preparing the way of the Lord has less to do with waving palm branches and celebrating, and more often with standing knee deep in a donkey’s stall.

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March 25, 2012                                                       Sermon by Peter Terpenning

Community United Church of Christ

Boulder, Colorado

“Waiting for the Lord and Jeremiah’s Field”

Jeremiah 31:31-34, Jeremiah 32:1-15

The prophet Jeremiah spend most of his prophetic career telling the people of Judah that they better change their ways or the Kingdom would fall. They were ignoring God’s justice and abusing the poor. They were worshipping the little gods of fertility and agriculture. They were not caring for the widows and orphans, and God had noticed. Meanwhile, the Babylonian empire was scooping up nation after nation in the Mideast and Jeremiah said Judah was going to be scooped up too if they didn’t change their ways. After a time it become apparent that this was going to happen in Jeremiah’s lifetime. In 570 BCE the Babylonians arrived, burned the land, destroyed the Temple and hauled many of the people off into slavery and exile. As the war raged around him, Jeremiah changed his tune. He began to offer words of hope and reassurance that God would not forget the Hebrew people. It might seem that God had written them off, but Jeremiah told them that the day would come when they would return from exile and rebuild the nation. He said: “Then shall the young women rejoice in dance, and the young men and the old shall be merry. I will turn their mourning into joy, I will comfort them, and give them gladness for sorrow.” He told them God would make a new covenant with them which God would write on their hearts. Isaiah actually promised the same thing to the exiles in Isaiah 40, the end of which we read in the call to worship. “They who wait upon the Lord will rise up with wings as eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint”. Jeremiah and Isaiah call on the people to wait on the Lord.

I think most people I know have more in common with the exiles who have lost hope than we do with Jeremiah and his confidence that God will turn our mourning into joy. It’s hard to observe the world today or consider human history and find much evidence that God is taking care of things. The 20th Century was a violent as any in history. There was a book and study done that indicated that there is actually less war and violence percentage wise than at any time in history, but it’s still hard to read the newspapers. Our weather lately is wonderfully warm and dry, but it’s hard not to feel concerned that the climate is changing. The news this week that an entire island in the Fuji Islands has had to be evacuated due to rising ocean levels is not encouraging. Iraq is still a powder keg of violence and the US war in Afghanistan has reached a new low with burning of the Qurans and the shooting spree of an American soldier.  I could go on with a recital of poverty, starvation, refugees, disease and war, but it wouldn’t be news to anyone. How do we wait on the Lord in such a world? It seems much more rational to assume that God, whatever we conceive God to be, is remote from human affairs and we are on our own to try and clean up the mess we have made. Jeremiah’s words seem naïve and from a more innocent time when people still believed these things.

But Jeremiah didn’t stop with his hopeful words. He did a strange and wonderful thing. Jeremiah buys a field. The next chapter in Jeremiah is one of my favorite stories in the Bible. Imprisoned by the King of Judah, Jeremiah arranges the purchase from his jail cell. He sends for his cousin, and negotiates a complicated purchase of a field from his family and town elders. At a time when the Babylonians are at the gates of Jerusalem, Jeremiah buys a field on the front line of the battle. When everyone else is trying to divest their investments and hide their resources, Jeremiah wastes his on some land that is currently occupied by the invading army. He is making a symbolic gesture, of course, a prophet act. He buys this land to take concrete action on his hopeful words that God has not abandoned the Hebrews and that they will return to the land and rebuild. He is taking a personal risk that his field will be worth something again someday and that he will come back to this field and build a home. Walter Brueggemann, an Old Testament scholar and expert on Jeremiah calls this act: “A specific, public, concrete and economic act” of hope. By buying a field, Jeremiah affirms his faith in God and in the future.

I love this story. Instead of the endless prophet words that don’t seem to be very relevant to our contemporary world, Jeremiah took action. He modeled here a way of living and trusting God. It is a model for us in a world where the Babylonians continue to invade and burn Temples. We are called to live as if there is a God and a goodness in the universe. Live as if, and invest as if, and take action, as if the humanity will eventually figure out how to take care of the creation and live in peace with each other. This is a way we can wait on the Lord – keep forgiving, keep loving, keep trying to live nonviolently, keep feeding the poor, keep protesting violence, keep working to stop capital punishment. Keep the faith, wait on the Lord.

I’m sure most of the people of Judah were giving up. Historians say that most of the Hebrews believed their God had been defeated by the Babylonian god, Marduk. They were selling off their land, hiding their gold in the ground, running for the hills or just giving up. They were taking care of themselves and their families and trying not to read the newspapers. Not too different from the way I live most days. But Jeremiah would go buy some land in Afghanistan. He would have a small field on the border of North and South Korea. Maybe a little in Antarctica, where the ice is melting fast the last few years. Jeremiah would not give up on God or on the human race, but take concrete, specific, economic actions of hope. And so must we!

Yes, the world is changing, and it seems the climate is changing –whether people have caused it or not, it is. Most of humanity is still seeking peace through violence and arming themselves for Armageddon. But we are called to stay compassionate. To keep working for justice, equality and peace. To keep giving money to the dreamers who try to work with the poor, start businesses in Haiti, try to negotiate peace in the Middle East, recycle and grow organic vegetables. We should definitely support the efforts to build transitional housing in Boulder, and any low income housing anywhere. Maybe we should buy a field somewhere and grow food for EFAA and Community Food Share. We could name it Jeremiah’s field.

We are called to keep the faith and wait on the Lord. Even it makes no rational sense at all. If the Process Theologians are right and we are co-creators with God – that God is a process of creation and we are part of that process –then ever action for compassion and peace, however small, helps create the Kingdom of God on earth.

Listen again to Archbishop Oscar Romero’s words. He wrote these words a year or so before his death at the hands of a government hit squad who opposed Romero’s work for the poor in El Salvador in 1980.   (Read Romero, “The Kingdom of God Lies Beyond Us”)

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March 18, 2012                                                       Sermon by Peter Terpenning

Community United Church of Christ

Boulder, Colorado

“Christ is Our Peace”

Ephesians 2:11-22, Martin Luther King, Jr., Stride Toward Freedom

Have you noticed the human tendency to “keep score”? I have a friend from years ago who was a particularly good example of keeping score, though, to be honest, I do this was well, as do many people. He was am example of a person who didn’t get mad, he got even. He was not violent, but if someone did him wrong, he got even. Sometimes it was in small things, like keeping track of whose turn it was to wash the dishes. Sometimes it was not being invited to a party, or if someone didn’t pay their part of a bill at a restaurant, or another driver who cut him off. If he was wronged, he remembered, and seldom gave the person another chance. Perhaps it came from insecurity, or his family of origin, I don’t know, but I was careful not to cross him. He kept score.

Actually, it is a very common human tendency. Think of conflicts between people and tribes and nations. The old story of the Hatfields and the McCoys. The divisions between nations and nationalities that go back centuries. The way the crusades still influence relationships between east and west in the Middle East. It is the basis for the idea of “an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth”. This teaching in the Old Testament was originally a moderate position, calling on people not to retaliate with more violence than they had received. Keep it to an eye for an eye, don’t gouge out both your enemies eyes. But the problem is, of course, that if humans don’t change this behavior, we will end up as Gandhi said with the whole world “blind and toothless”.

Jesus addressed this when he talked about an eye for an eye, saying that he had a new teaching, “Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who abuse you”. He goes on to say, that if someone invites you for dinner and we have them over to reciprocate, “what credit is that to you?” It is no credit for you are still keeping score. If you love those who love you, or lend to those who lend to you, “what credit is that to you”. One of the biggest obstacles in community life, family life or world peace is this human tendency to keep score.

In our passage from Ephesians 2, the author, (who scholars doubt was Paul of Tarsus, but one of his students), takes up Jesus’ vision of love and peace saying that: “Christ is our peace, who has made us both one, and has broken down the dividing wall of hostility…Christ came and preached peace to you were far off and peace to those who are near; for through Christ we both have access in one Spirit to God, the Creator and Source of Life”. The author was addressing the division between Jewish Christians who often followed the Law of Moses and Gentile Christians, who often didn’t. This dividing wall of hostility was a big problem in the early church, probably not unlike the division in Christianity today between conservative and liberal, fundamentalist and Biblical Interpreters. So how did the author think that Christ is our peace? Is this true?

A fairly common theme for Paul was this idea that in Christ we are all one. He was talking about Christians, of course, those who had taken on the life of Christ, but I am unapologetic about the fact that I expand this to all people. At our deepest point, I believe, humans are one. Call this the Kingdom of God that is within, call it Christ, call it the Buddha Nature, call it the Tao, call it Oneness, it is all the same concept for me. I believe we are part of God, or God is part of us. Our essential identity is God within, and when we can let go of self and ego just a bit, what we discover is an essential unity with God and with all other people. We are indeed one in Christ. Teresa of Avila uses the example of a room with two windows with light streaming in. The light becomes one light. Creator and creature are one. Or use the metaphor of a stream that flows into another stream or into the ocean. The water is of one substance. Jesus taught that God is the vine and we are the branches. But from the branches point of view, it’s all vine. The Kingdom of God is within, wrote Luke, and so it is, we are all one in God- or as Paul believed, one in Christ. So that essential part of us that is united in God is also united with each other. We are one.

If we apply this to the teaching that Christ is our peace, who has made us both one and has broken down the dividing wall of hostility, we are saying that this essential unity makes it possible for us to have compassion, forgiveness and peace with other humans. It doesn’t say Christ could be our peace, or can be, or should be, it says Christ is our peace. It is a reality that will eventually bear fruit in human relationships.

But you might well point out, as I am very much aware, that this is not a reality of human life most of the time. We keep score. We are surrounded not by peace, but by conflict. There is tension, frustration, anger, vengeance and war. Am I, and those of us who claim that God will be a source of peace among us guilty of the charge Jeremiah leveled at the religious people of this time when he said, “You have healed the wounds of my people lightly, saying, ‘peace, peace’, when there is no peace”?

Well, I can only go back to the meaning of peace, which is shalom in Hebrew and eirene in Greek. Both words mean “completeness or unity”. They can also mean “concord and harmony”. You’ve probably heard me talk about this before. But briefly I will note that most of the efforts for peace both internally and with other people, have to do with the “absence of conflict”. We speak of peace when we have beaten down the opponent. This is not peace. Peace is the end of conflict, when people find “harmonious and thus non-destructive, nonviolent management of control of conflict and tension” (The Working Paper on Peace by the UCC –Rev. Bob Lee) we find peace or shalom, completeness and unity, only when we dive into conflicts and find nonviolent solutions. Only when there is equality and justice between those in conflict is the conflict truly ended and there is shalom. For Martin Luther King, Jr., in our reading, he agreed with this unity between people, white and black and brown. He was working for freedom and equality not only for the African Americans, but for all Americans.

This happens at the interior level, peace within a person and at the external level with peace between people, communities and nations. We have to address the conflict, not beat it into submission. We do not end interior conflict such as anxiety, addictions, tensions, sadness and anger by just trying to ignore them and hoping they go away. They just go deeper. We have to address them, solve them, look at ourselves honestly and courageously. The same is true of conflicts between people, communities and nations. We do not achieve shalom by forcing our opponents into submission, we have to seek creative solutions to conflict. To use the Biblical metaphor, peace is not achieved when the lion is killed or driven from the land, thus enabling the lamb to feed undisturbed. Pace is the lion and the lamb together, feeding in harmony.

Christ is our peace is an incredibly hopeful statement, offering faith that in God we are united, we are one: with God and with other people. Once we begin to accept this oneness, we develop compassion for ourselves and for our neighbors, even our enemies. We are connected. We are part of the vine that is God. We like drops of water in the ocean, light streaming into a room. Christ is our peace, in God we are one.

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March 11, 2012

Sermon by Peter Terpenning

Community United Church of Christ

Boulder, Colorado

“God’s Foolishness”

I Corinthians 1:18-31

Paul, writing to the Corinthians tells the story of the craziness, foolishness of Jesus. He notes: “The message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God. For it is written, ‘I will destroy the wisdom of the wise…but we proclaim Christ crucified, a stumbling block to the Jews and foolishness to the Gentiles…God chose what is foolish in the world to shame the wise; God chose what is weak in the world to shame the strong; God chose what is low and despised in the world things that are not, to reduce to nothing things that are.” Clarence Jordan says this more clearly in his Cotton Patch version of the New Testament: “Therefore, since the world with all its learning was unable to understand God, God in his own wisdom decided to save, through the folly of the Christian message, all those who put their trust in it…It appears that God deliberately selected the world’s morons to show up the wise guys, and the world’s weaklings to show up the high and mighty, and the world’s lowly and rejected, the nobodies, to put to heat on the somebodies.”

So I’ve been thinking about this foolish journey of Christianity this week and I noticed that following this path does lead us into looking pretty foolish at times. I tried to think of some of the times that following faith made me look pretty stupid, and it wasn’t hard to think of examples. I remember when I came back to Christian faith is college I was trying to clean up my act and among other things I joined an overtly Christian Choir, the Wittenberg University Choir. Some of the kids I met in the choir were part of the nerdy campus Christian group and they decided to take me in hand and started inviting me to their Christian events. Here I was, the radical convert, who imagined myself to be a hippie of sorts, hanging out with the clean cut Christian group. I felt foolish. It was hard on me to be so uncool. But I realize now in some ways those nerdy kids saved my life. Much later, I was working against Ronald Reagan’s Contra War in Nicaragua and I had the opportunity to travel with Witness for Peace to Nicaragua. Someone had the idea that if we put Americans in the Nicaraguan villages, the American funded Contras operating from Honduras would hesitate to attack since the last thing they wanted to do was kill Americans and risk their funding source. So groups of Americans traveled down there to sit in villages and offer our presence as protection. It was the right thing to do, and I went down and found myself sitting in the Wiliki resettlement camp one night when the Contras attacked. What had seemed like a good idea suddenly didn’t seem so smart anymore and I stood, quite literally quaking in my boots as I watched the tracers bullets flying at the perimeter of the camp. But the Contras retreated quickly, and I like to think our presence had some effect on saving the men, women and children living there.

Christianity seems pretty sensible when we talk about it at a safe distance on a Sunday morning. But if we listen to what Jesus and Paul were advocating, it begins to sound pretty foolish: “Blessed are the me”, “Thou shalt not kill”, “Love your enemies”, “Go, sell all you have and give it to the poor”. Take meekness out into the real world and see how far it gets you. It is pretty likely to get you beat up or get you a pink slip at work. “Blessed are the peacemakers”, “Blessed are the merciful”, “Blessed are the persecuted”. Soren Kierkegaard said: “Christianity has taken a giant leap into the absurd…Remove from Christianity its ability to shock and it is altogether destroyed. It then becomes a tiny superficial thing, capable neither of inflicting deep wounds nor of healing them.

Marcus Borg and John Dominic Crossan talked about this foolishness in the work on Paul of Tarsus noting that in the time of Jesus and Paul, the world lived under the principle of “peace through victory”. The way to get peace was to beat your opponents into submission through war, and it worked pretty well for the Romans as they put in place their “Pax Romana”. Jesus, Paul and the Christian movement taught a revolutionary, yet ridiculous sounding new philosophy called, “peace through justice”. The idea was that violence only results ultimately in more violence, and the way to achieve ultimate peace is my bringing justice through just means. Nonviolence resistance is what Jesus practices, leading a protest against the cooperation of the Temple in Jerusalem and the Roman overlords. The Priests were collecting taxes for the Romans and were basically puppets for the overlords, and Jesus marched in and took over the Temple. When arrested, Jesus did not fight back or even defend himself, but went nonviolently to his death. Crazy, foolish, ineffective. The cross was a stumbling block for the Jews and foolishness to the Gentiles. It still sounds pretty foolish.

I had a friend in Michigan, who, at the beginning of the first Gulf War when Iraq invaded Kuwait, advocated raising a non-violent army of Americans to go over and stand on the border of Kuwait, as an alternative to invading Iraq. He was serious, but everyone he talked to thought he was out of his mind. Talk about a foolish, ridiculous, ineffective method. In the world’s wisdom, they were right. But what if there were actually an army of people willing to die rather than shed another person’s blood? It worked for Gandhi.

I think Christianity, and actually, most religions, advocates a radically different way of living than the rational, sensible, safe way most of us live. The quote from John Muir that was read as one of our readings today illustrates this crazy, fearless way of living life that I find advocated by Jesus. Go straight into the eye of the storm and climb a giant fir tree to fully experience life. There is a greeting card I received a couple years ago that I loved: it showed a middle aged lady, laughing, dressed for a special occasion, who was running toward a large pond or fountain in what looked like Central Park, clearly about to jump in and ruin her shoes, not to mention her whole outfit. The words under the picture read: “Have you ever noticed that ‘what the hell’ is almost always the right decision?” We are invited to live our lives fearlessly, lovingly, foolishly, non-violently, unselfishly and courageously. We are invited to quit worrying if we look foolish or respectable. We are invited to trust God and live on the edge. Flannery O’Connor famously remarked: “You shall know the truth and the truth shall make you odd”. Alice Walker, who wrote The Color Purple wrote: “People do not wish to appear foolish; to avoid the appearance of foolishness, they are willing to remain actually fools.”

The challenge and our gift we receive from Jesus is a seemingly foolish way of living that is actually the wisdom of God. We are to offer: love for the unlovable; forgiveness for the unforgivable; healing for the broken and broken hearted; nonviolence for the violent; mercy for the unmerciful; peacemaking for those making war; meekness for the powerful; life for those who have died.God chose what is foolish in the world to shame the wise; God chose what is weak in the world to shame the strong. God chose what is low and despised in the world, things that are not, to reduce to nothing things that are.”

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