Sunday, January 5, 2020

SERMON: "Deception and Resistance"

A Sermon on Matthew 2
Alongside the Community Church of Durham
Sunday, January 5, 2020

1.

Herod lies.  Simply and brazenly.  He lies.  He pretends to be as devout and as spirited as these scholars from the East.  These scholars, these spiritual masters, on pilgrimage.  Who come to Bethlehem with curiosity of spirit and hope in their hearts.  Who come to Bethlehem to see and kneel and surrender to mystery.  Herod pretends to be devout.  But he’s most interested in his own political survival.  Herod claims to want to worship the child king, the prince of peace.  But that’s a ruse, right?  He’s most concerned with eliminating any rivals to his power, any rivals to his tight-fisted control in Roman Palestine.    

Of course, we’ve only read a piece of the story this morning.  You remember the rest of it.  When the scholars, the magi, the wise men work out another route and return home without reporting back to Herod—he flies into a rage and orders the pillaging of Judea and the awful killing of all boys under the age of two in and around Bethlehem.  Herod lies.  Pretends to be devout.  Claims to care for the common good.  But he lies.  And Mary and Joseph secretly whisk Jesus out of the country, into Egypt, to escape the madness and murderous rage of a tyrant.  It’s a complicated story, this story Matthew tells of Jesus’ birth in Bethlehem.  How the child king, how the prince of peace is born into a world of rivalry and recklessness, drums beating for the next war and innocent lives sacrificed for the insatiable appetites of old men.  But so it is.

The question for the church this morning—or at least one of the questions for us—is this: Are we going to work out another route?  Are we going to find an alternative path through the madness and the mayhem that Herod and his mates create in our own generation?  Are we going to resist with love and organize with energy and follow the prince of peace?  Herod would have us sit on our hands and mind our own business.  Jesus would have us stand up bravely, stand in the way when they come for our children, and resist Herod’s bloody warring with all our strength and heart and spirit.  It requires some courage to defy Herod.  It requires courage, and a community of loving support and generous communion.  Are we going to work out another route?  

2.   

So when I go to holiday parties with a lot of people I don’t know, I tend to play my professional affiliation rather loosely.  Because, frankly, when you tell a stranger on New Year’s Eve that you’re a pastor or a minister, the conversation can kind go funny.  If it goes anywhere at all.  Tell a group of strangers with champagne in hand that you’re a pastor—and they’re likely to shut down completely: as if an alien from outer space just dropped in for the night.  And heaven forbid there’s been any cussing going around; because they get all red-faced and clammy.  And then you’ve got to excuse yourself to the hors d’oeuvres.    

Or, you might just as well get the wildest, weirdest, wackiest confession you ever heard: several years ago, a guy on his fourth or fifth glass of champagne pulled me aside and launched a description of an insider trading scheme that he felt was eating away at his soul.  This is true!  He couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep and couldn’t look his wife in the eye.  And he just had to get it off his chest.  On New Year’s Eve.  Five minutes to midnight.  With me.  I mean, what do you do with that?  Five minutes to midnight!

So often I say something like “I’m a life coach.”  Kind of works.  But this year, I wasn’t so circumspect.  And standing in a Boston living room, I told a group of happy fellows that I was indeed a pastor, newly arrived in New England after a good run on the West Coast.  Almost immediately, one of the men turned solemn and pulled me off to the side.  He wanted to talk.  He needed to talk.  And it got very serious very quickly.  No jokes, no giggling.    

He was a very large man, looked to be in great shape; and he told me he’d been a Navy Seal and served a couple of tours in Iraq.  He told me he wanted to be a Christian, had always been a Christian, but that what happened in Iraq messed with his faith: the things he’d seen there, the things he’d done there, the violence and the hatred and the despair everywhere he went.  It was hard to believe in anything anymore.

Now my new friend had had a couple of drinks.  But I knew that look in his eye, and he was genuinely disturbed.  Something in his heart had been broken, pummeled even, in that war.  “Religion,” he said, “all this religion: it just gets people judging each other and hating each other and destroying each other.”  And then he told me a couple of awful, sobering stories about things he’d witnessed in the streets: bombs and gun fights and human cruelty.  “I didn’t know who was on my side,” he said.  “And who was on their side.  I wanted to go somewhere where I could help, where I could make a difference.  That’s what we’re trained to do in the Navy.  But I didn’t know how to do that in Iraq.  There was no way to do any good.”

I’ve been reading lately about this whole notion of “moral injury”—the impacts on our servicemen and servicewomen when they have to participate in wars and actions that “transgress deeply held moral beliefs and expectations.”  That’s the language used by the Department of Veterans Affairs: when servicepeople are asked to “transgress deeply held moral beliefs and expectations” they suffer “moral injury”—something very much like or even related to PTSD. 

That’s what I was thinking as my friend in Boston told me these stories about street fights and gruesome violence and wartime in Iraq.  He was describing his own spiritual crisis, his own existential crisis: the “moral injury” he suffered in Iraq and would be dealing with for the rest of his life.  The look in his eye said to me that he wasn’t sure how to go forward.  This great big man looked scared and broken.  On New Year’s Eve.

3.

As I’m watching this week’s news about the President’s decision to attack Iranian leaders and assassinate Iranian generals, I’m reminded often of that strange encounter on New Year’s Eve and the sad, disoriented look in the man’s eye.  It’s all so easy for this President—or any President, for that matter—to provoke another war on another continent.  If it fits a political agenda, fleshes out a campaign theme; if it distracts a country from an impeachment trial; it’s apparently an easy thing for a President to recklessly flaunt American power and vindictiveness and see if he can stir up some mayhem and destruction overseas.  As Herod lied there and then, we’ve grown accustomed to some terrible, malicious deception and lying here and now.

But friends, let’s be wide awake this time.  Let’s be thoughtful and wise, and let our moral vision be 20/20 in 2020.  Because we went down this road, something very much like this road, just seventeen years ago.  We were deceived and betrayed by another administration back then, and we paid for it with so many lives (American lives, Iraqi lives, Syrian lives, young lives) and the PTSD that so many families there and here will bear for generations to come.  We must not, and we will not, be deceived and betrayed again.  Not by this President.  Not by any President. 

This Thursday, and every Thursday through the Season of Epiphany, I’ll be joining a nationwide fast for peace.  Fasting, as you know, is a spiritual practice observed in religious traditions around the world.  Jewish prophets fasted and still do.  Muslim believers fast regularly during Ramadan and on other significant occasions.  Gandhi fasted in the movement to liberate India from British rule; and King and so many others fasted for civil rights and voting rights in the 60s.  Fasting serves to focus our attention and pare away distractions in the good work, in the loving work of healing the broken world and building a better one for our children.

This week, our United Church of Christ leadership issued a call for members and friends of the church to fast for peace this month and next.  Throughout the Season of Epiphany.  This particular call comes as the Trump Administration provokes yet another conflict in the Middle East and increases the odds of another deadly conflict in the region.  Our UCC leaders invite us to take to heart our call to peacemaking and nonviolence in another dangerous and explosive moment: for the peoples of Iran and Iraq, for the peoples of Israel and Palestine, and for the many American servicemembers and families who would most certainly be drawn into a deadly and senseless war with Iran.  If you’re interested, you can find the UCC letter and my own thoughts on this particular fast on my blog (which is Valley Rise Up, on the Blogspot site). 

Fasting is not our only calling, of course; but it’s a practice that tunes the heart, and focuses the spirit on what’s most important and most dear to God.  For Christians, I think, fasting joined with prayer draws us into the urgency and blessing of Jesus’ beatitudes: “Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for justice,” he taught them, “for they will be satisfied.”  And “blessed are the peacemakers,” he taught them, “for they will be called children of God.”  In a world at war, Christians are called to make peace.  In a world on the brink of madness and tyranny, Christians are called to hunger for justice and righteousness.  I intend to fast one day a week during this Season; and I hope and pray this fasting will sharpen my sense of God’s companionship, and will make me a bolder, wiser and more selfless peacemaker.  For me, that’s what this whole Christian project is all about.

As I fast this Thursday, I’ll remember 2003, and the build up to that last, unimaginably misguided invasion of Iraq.  I’ll remember Colin Powell’s deceptive testimony to the United Nations.  Remember that?  Weapons of Mass Destruction in Saddam Hussein’s Iraq?  I’ll remember the truth—obvious to most of us, even then—that war in Iraq would do nothing but incite terrorism, sow the seeds of violence and lawlessness, destroy hundreds of thousands of Iraqi lives, and put American servicepeople in harm’s way.  I organized a vigil during that particular winter: seven or eight of us stood outside in public spaces every morning from 8 to 8:30, at rush hour, to resist the rush to war and call on leaders to act wisely, with restraint and creativity in decision-making and peace-building.

4.

Looking back at those months in January and February of 2003, I have to admit I’m a bit embarrassed (if you can be a bit embarrassed) that all I did was vigil quietly.  During morning rush hour.  Is that what discipleship amounts to?  Is that the great alternative to Herod’s madness?  As great empires rush to war, as my own democracy builds a deceptive case for war and targeted assassination and invasion: Am I called only to silent witness, and an occasional letter to my congressperson?  Or is discipleship more daring than that?  Is Jesus creating a community more defiant, more courageous, more determined to jam the gears of the war machine and say NO to madness and murder and mayhem?  I’ll be praying on these things as I fast this week.

I have to tell you, friends, I’m serious about my own commitment to nonviolence and civil disobedience—as tools, as testimony, as discipleship practices in war time.  As I pray and fast through these next several Thursdays, I’ll be thinking and discerning how I might respond to this maddening and provocative American inciting of violence in the Middle East.  If the opportunity presents itself, I will be open to civil disobedience myself, to a nonviolent and compassionate action, with others committed to nonviolence and compassion.  Even one that involves my arrest. 

As a disciple of Jesus and an admirer of folks like Martin King and Rosa Parks, Mohandus Gandhi and the Berrigan Brothers, I see discipleship as a commitment to putting my body where my beliefs are, as a disciplined commitment to standing with the brave peacemakers and against the raging forces of hatred and destruction.  Jesus put his body in the way.  King put his body in the way.  Gandhi put his body in the way.  They did this with love, with kindness, and with a kind of fierce commitment to the future of peace and justice in the world.  For all peoples.  For black and white.  For American and Iranian.  For Jew and Muslim.  For all peoples.  That’s what being a Christian, a disciple of the Baby Christ, means to me today.

Christian faith responds with courage and creativity to new challenges in new generations.  Here at the Community Church, we want to be the kind of church that responds bravely and boldly to climate change, for example, and is not satisfied with old versions of stewardship and earth care.  We want to love the earth with all our hearts, minds and souls; and we want our commitment to the planet and the healing of the planet to reflect that kind of love.

In the same way, let’s think and pray together about how it is that a peace-loving, peace-making, peace-risking people resists violence and resists war-making and resists deception in 2020 and beyond.  I don’t know if any of you have experience with the Quaker model of the Clearness Committee.  It’s a practice in community where one member brings a question or an issue or a matter of discernment—and invites a small circle of friends to consider that matter in a faithful and comprehensive and courageous way.  I might just do that in the days to come: invite a group of you to consider this question of resistance and civil disobedience with me.  Maybe you raise questions I haven’t considered.  Maybe you invite alternatives I haven’t imagined yet.  (Maybe you’ll say ‘you get arrested and you lose your job, big guy’!) Or maybe your courage and support allow me to take a step forward in my own faith and my own discipleship and witness.  Watch for that invitation in the coming days and weeks.

This I already know.  I’m honored to serve a community where this kind of question, this kind of discernment, this kind of resistance is even possible.  It’s in just this way that Jesus the Christ, the child king, the prince of peace…calls us to new life, to fresh alternatives, to conscious and compassionate faith in a world where the ‘fog of war’ sometimes swallows us whole.  What we have together is a precious and holy gift from God.  And we simply must treasure it and use it for the good.  And that, I think, that will be our new way home.