When there was nothing but God

Wilderness is a potent symbol in the telling of God's story.

In the beginning, when God began creating, there was nothing; thus the primal wilderness.  In this space, God was - moving with power, calling into being, distinguishing and separating - a pure experience of divine power, imagination, and creativity.  It set the stage for what wilderness could be, a time and place where the Divine Creator was at work, shaping new paths, bringing light to new visions.

When the people of Israel landed in the Sinai wilderness, it would have been helpful if they had remembered this.  But it is hard.  It is hard to lean into the future when the world you have known disappears.  It is hard to trust that something life-giving will be revealed when your heart is weighted down with grief over what has been lost.  It is hard to put one foot in front of the other when there is no destination in sight and worry fills the wee hours of the morning. Faithfulness to God's calling and trusting in God's powerful presence frequently looks like foolishness and folly.

In those spaces, at those times, we need the God who brings life out of nothing more than some star dust and love.  Thank God that is exactly the God who has come to us and claimed us as 'beloved children' both in the garden and in the wilderness, in life and in death.

Forgive me Lord for I have sinned.

There are so many things that need to be forgiven.  It is easy to forget that truth when you rear up in high dungeon all puffed up with self-righteousness and demand your pound of flesh, demanding that the terrible wrong done unto you be atoned for until your ruffled feathers or bruised ego has calmed itself again.

There are so many things that need to be forgiven, and you and I have been responsible for at least half of them.  Sure, we have been wounded by others, and for this we too often insist on full and satisfying restitution.  We prefer to press to the back of our memory all those 'unfortunate incidents' for which we require forgiveness.  We prefer to play victim rather than admit being the villain even though we know that hides the truth.

Because of our behavior, we are as much in need of the forgiveness of others as we are wounded by the sinfulness of neighbors.  When folks start pointing fingers, there are plenty pointed our direction. Or as the apostle Paul wrote so eloquently  'we are all sinners and fall short of the glory of God.'  We need forgiveness as much as the next guy. This is an especially good week to remember this.

If Holy Week is anything, it is a time of truth telling.  Pilate chooses the expedient path without regard for justice and discounting the human suffering he was about to impose.  The crowds have little idea who Jesus is or even who Jesus claimed to be, but a good crucifixion would bring a little excitement to the week in Jerusalem.  The leadership of the nation of Israel scapegoated this one person to protect themselves.  The disciples loved Jesus except those who were ambivalent, but all were scared to death.

It is a good week for telling the truth about ourselves - to name the places where we choose the expedient over justice, where we protect our own territory without regard to the displaced and powerless ones, where we are willing to stand by and watch as an innocent one is executed, where we enjoy a little drama without regard to the victims at the center, where our fear has controlled our actions.

I mention this not so you might be filled with guilt, or even worse, shame.  No I simply want you to be ready to receive the incomprehensible gift that is coming your way and to do it without defensiveness.  I want you to be able to say  'I am a sinner' so that when you hear Jesus say, "Father, forgive them' you are able to take into your life the power of forgiveness - and experience in its fullest the gift of new life, new beginnings and transformation.

Take a little time for confession.  No, take a lot of time for confession.  Spend time considering all that this world could be, and all the ways in which you are complicit in its failures.  Talk with God, the Divine Creator, the Divine Lover, the Source of Life.  Re-boot your connection.

Prepare yourself.  Grace is about to happen.

#feelthewind

They are called hashtags.  We oldsters called them pound signs, but there is no difference beyond a couple decades of technology.

In any event, they are used to establish the topic for a Twitter conversation that is open to anyone who wants to jump in.  A hashtag is both commentary and summary.  The same event might carry several hashtags depending on the variety of views out there in the social media world.

So......here's ours for Pentecost.  #feelthewind.  If you are inexperienced at these, you need to separate the words into  feel. the. wind.  It's a great hashtag for Pentecost, the day of rushing wind, tongues of fire, and accusations of excessive drinking at 9 am.

#feelthewind sets the tone.  What is our message?  What do we want to say to the world about that great rushing wind and the incredible Holy Spirit?  Twitter restricts comments to 140 characters so we would have to be brief, but this provides us with the great opportunity to hone our message about God's appearance as Spirit among us, moving us forward, granting us words to speak, setting us on fire.

According to the gospel of John the Holy Spirit comes as comforter, encourager, strength in faith, fearlessness in telling the story.  The Spirit is our advocate and our teacher; it is the teller of truth.  It is the power of the Holy Spirit which raised Jesus out of the tomb into new life.  Just saying: we're not dealing with some draft from a faulty window.

We are talking about the power of new life moving across the void of darkness and bringing life into being.....and it is happening today all around us.  With a little practice will we recognize the movement of the Spirit wherever there is healing, forgiveness, compassion, truth telling, and strength of faith.

What would you say in your tweet about Pentecost?  Let's try a few
    Could that woman giving lunch to that guy on the corner be the Holy Spirit at work?  #feelthewind

    Saw a child and dog playing and running and laughing.  Holy Spirit at work  #feelthewind

   Elderly mother and adult child holding one another's hands in silence at hospital.  Holy Spirit bring comfort  #feelthewind

Notice how our tweets sound suspiciously like prayers of awe and praise and intercession?  Just by tuning into God moving and working among us, our prayer life (which IS our relationship with God) grows and grows.

The Holy Spirit is on the loose, moving and shaping the world; it comes as both wind and fire.  Where have you felt the wind lately?

#holyspiritatwork
 

Splashing in the water

We'll be splashing in the water this week as we approach Luke's account of the baptism of Jesus. 
Starting at Luke3.15, the people were "filled with expectation" - not about their baptism, nor even about Jesus, but about John - the Baptizer.  They are trying to figure out exactly who John is.

"Filled with expectation" would describe most parents who bring their children to the font for baptism.  Many are 'filled with expectation' about the child's life, future, possible accomplishments, even how positively all that would reflect on them.  Most have a vague understanding of the importance or benefit of baptism for their child or themselves; they have few expectations around baptism.

I get it.  We are looking for a moment of decision; a transformation in the person; a radically different tomorrow.  We are looking for action, and baptism looks amazingly passive to us.  Since Lutherans baptize infants, we don't get any of those things.  Instead, we get God at work through the water and the Word to anoint us with the Spirit and enfold us into the community.

In fact, most of us believe that infants are simply too innocent to be in need of 're-creation'.  For it is re-creation which is taking place - a new birth into a life found in Jesus Christ.  Away with the old - the life warped by our own sin and the nastiness of others.  In with a life defined by Christ: where each of us is seen with eyes of unconditional love and shaped by that love to live life for the sake of the other. 

So if that is what we believe is happening, we can easily figure out that our baptism is lived out over the course of our lifetime.  Baptism is the starting point of a journey of faith which grows and curves and morphs throughout our years.  Whatever this life throws at us, we can claim that moment when we and Christ were joined.  Whatever may happen, we, like Luther, can claim solace and strength in the words  "I am a baptized child of God."

BTW, the big decision at the font is the decision made by the parents - that this is where life for their child can be found - and they are committed to supporting that journey by teaching and example throughout their child's life.  Those promises made at the font join us all together in the adventure of growing more like Christ, teaching others about Jesus, praying for one another regularly, and sharing our blessings with others.  Anytime we get lost in our faith, look again at the baptismal promises, and then go and do exactly what you promised.  God will find you once again.