Thursday, October 10, 2024
Monday, October 7, 2024
HOMILY: "Mwen Avek Ou Nan Difikilte Yo"
Sunday, October 6, 2024
Springfield, Ohio, 2024 |
But life has changed in Springfield, Ohio.
And earlier that particular morning, in churches across the city, preachers had promoted that day’s class and urged English-speaking congregants to consider volunteering their time, presence and patience, at a moment when the Haitian community in Springfield—from very small children to their very old housemates—were being bombarded with threats, hatred and cruelty in their homes, neighborhoods and schools.
And because they did, because those preachers preached a gospel of love that morning, and because they made that gospel of love explicit (like “SHOW UP THIS AFTERNOON” explicit)—thirty new volunteers stepped up that Sunday, thirty new volunteers joined in conversation, pitched in, made new friends, and even learned some new words and phrases in Haitian Creole. And in the process, ESOL students, ESOL teachers, new volunteers; the whole lot of them imagined together a better and (I’d say) a more American kind of city. That kind of thing can happen when we simply and faithfully show up. Just show up. For one another.
That afternoon, at the First Evangelical Haitian Church, teachers started with just one sentence, in English. “I am with you in the difficulties.” Given the threats of the weeks prior, it seemed like the place to begin. So they invited the whole room to practice that one simple sentence: “I am with you in the difficulties.”
And then, just as importantly, and just as beautifully, they taught the same sentence to their English-speaking volunteers in Haitian Creole, the native language of so many new arrivals in Springfield: “Mwen avèk ou nan difikilte yo.” “Mwen avèk ou nan difikilte yo.” I am with you in the present difficulties. One teacher said later that, when they all repeated that one sentence in Creole, a second, a third, then a fourth time, she noticed two older volunteers putting their hands to their hearts. “It was as if,” she said, “the words themselves were rearranging the chambers and arteries of their own hearts.” “Mwen avèk ou nan difikilte yo.” I am with you in the difficulties. There are words sometimes, the right words, that can turn strangers into friends, gatherings into communities. Rearranging the chambers and arteries of our hearts. And that’s what happened at the First Evangelical Haitian Church on Sunday afternoon, just a couple of weeks ago.
And, you know, that’s what brotherhood, sisterhood; that’s what citizenship looks like in Springfield, Ohio these days. And with a grateful nod to Springfield’s preachers—who turned out their people for a ‘come-to-jesus’ moment in their city—that’s what it means to embrace the vocation of a ‘beloved community’ across our fractured American landscape. We call such moments ‘kairos’ moments—decisive moments in which the gospel is either embraced or rejected, transparent moments in which what we believe is almost literally laid bare for the world to see. Does the Jesus you love justify indifference? Or does the Jesus you love insist on compassion and solidarity? “Mwen avèk ou nan difikilte yo,” they said to one another. Several with hands pressed upon their hearts. “I am with you in the difficulties.” A kairos moment for sure.
In a sense, that whole room in Springfield was full of refugees: Haitians, to be sure, fleeing unimaginable violence and grinding poverty at home; but Springfield’s old-timers too, fleeing the madness of a political party that scapegoats immigrants and trades in racist and xenophobic tropes. They were refugees, one and all! Learning new languages of love and support, risking new words together, new relationships across cultures, new visions of America. “Mwen avèk ou nan difikilte yo.” I am with you in the difficulties.
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The language of John’s prologue—which we’ve read today—is not terribly tame; the poetry isn’t too modest. But it is beautiful, I think we can agree. And it is designed to provoke and inspire:
Before time itself was measured, the Voice was speaking.“Immersed in the practice of creating / All things that exist were birthed in Him.” To take seriously this one life—Jesus’ life—is to experience the connectivity, the interdependence of all things, all lives. And the love, the grace that makes us whole.
The Voice was and is God.
This celestial Word remained ever present with the Creator;
His speech shaped the entire cosmos.
Immersed in the practice of creating,
All things that exist were birthed in Him.
His breath filled all things
With a living, breathing light—
A light that thrives in the depths of darkness,
Blazes through murky bottoms.
It cannot and will not be quenched.
In Jesus, Christians have long seen both an ordinary human being, with ordinary limitations and ordinary dreams, and a Divine Light—“a light that thrives in the depths of darkness, blazes through murky bottoms, a light that cannot and will not be quenched.” Jesus: ordinary human being and savior of the cosmos.
This alone is a conundrum that bewilders believers and non-believers alike. I imagine a good many of us here have struggled with it. How is it that a solitary human being—who lived thousands of years ago in a remarkably unremarkable land—is invested with the breath that fills all things, animates all things, coheres in all things? How is it that his word, his teaching, his song shapes the entire cosmos, every emerging landscape, every evolving species, every generation, every particle and every people? In a sense, these are the questions John’s Gospel wants us to ask, insists that we ask and explore and ponder together. “We have seen Him,” we read here, “enveloped in undeniable splendor—the one true Son of the Great I Am.” Begs the question. Can we, should we invest that kind of reverence, that kind of honor, that kind of belief in a single Palestinian Jew from the Galilean hills in the first century? I’m quite sure John doesn’t intend that we swallow this bit whole—but seeks instead a community of curiosity and faith that wonders together, and suffers together, and leans into the presence and promise of Jesus together. Not as an end point—but as a lifelong journey.
And that’s why, when the two seekers in today’s text are hanging around, when they’re showing signs of interest and maybe even pangs of spiritual desire in his presence, Jesus doesn’t say: “Believe in me.” No. He says, “Come and see.” He says, “Come and see. Follow Me, and we will camp together.” I love this new translation—maybe it’s just a rephrasing—of the ancient Greek original. “Come and see,” Jesus says. “Follow Me, and we will camp together.” The faith he’s offering us, you see, isn’t doctrinal and bossy, as if he only need convince us of a few particular beliefs (virgin birth, substitutionary atonement, transubstantiation, maybe); as if we only need download what he thinks about God and the world onto our hard drives. And then the work is done.
No, the life Jesus is extending is communal; the faith, it’s shared. John’s Gospel is about a community of friends who go to weddings together, grieve deep losses together, and feed the hungry and forgotten together; John’s Gospel is about a community of friends who learn to speak honest, painful truths about their real and precious lives, who develop the kind of tenderness and forbearance needed to survive tremendous suffering and gruesome violence; John’s Gospel is about a community of friends who come to embrace faith through their daily practices of praying for one another, eating simply and gratefully together, seeking out the scapegoated and protecting the outcasts. Camping out together. With Jesus. And the willing.
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Yesterday, with some of you and a neighborhood of friends, Kate and I celebrated our friend and fellow member Hannah Earle with brownies for her 40th birthday. There were no prayers, no hymns, no liturgies—though I have to say brownies make for a mighty tasty communion. It was a beautiful, bright New England afternoon, and a bittersweet gathering of dear, dear friends. Cancer, mortality, death: on our minds and in our hearts. Tears in so many eyes. All of us aware of how fleeting these moments are right now, and how few may be left. For Hannah, dear, beloved Hannah. But there was also grace on the lawn, and there was love, and there was a spirit of persevering kindness—genuine and honest: one friend after another kneeling by Hannah’s side to hold her hand and look her in the eye and invoke the deepest, truest love there is. She’s exhausted by another week in the hospital—and glad to be home this weekend. And when we parted, she hoisted herself—with great effort—from her lawn chair to give me a hug. A hug that said: I know you are with me. I know my church is with me. Hugs like that go a long way toward making all the rest of this make sense to me.
Monday, September 30, 2024
DEAR SENATOR: "For an Immediate Arms Embargo"
Below is a letter I sent this evening, in support of the Joint Resolutions of Disapproval introduced by Senator Bernie Sanders and supported by others in the U.S. Senate. I sent similar letters to my two senators, Senators Hassan and Shaheen of New Hampshire. And I'm urging friends to send similar notes (LINK HERE) to their own U.S. senators. The time is now.
DGJ
Monday, September 30, 2024
Dear Senator Hassan,
I’m writing this evening to urge your support for the Joint Resolutions of Disapproval introduced by Senator Bernie Sanders (see remarks here) and ask that you call for an immediate embargo on arms sales to Israel.
As Israel’s bombing of Gaza continues, as it escalates its attacks in other arenas and invades Lebanon, I join a majority of Americans (and citizens of New Hampshire) who support a permanent ceasefire, hostage exchange, and an arms embargo to get us there. The time is now for moral, principled, brave leadership in the Senate. Please add your name to those of Senators Sanders, Welch and Merkley in support of S.J. Res. 111, 112, 113, 114, 115 and 116, to block $20 billion in weapons for Israel’s military.
There is no question—among legal scholars, international observers and human rights advocates—that U.S. transfers to Israel of lethal technology and weaponry are in direct violation of U.S. and international law. In using such arms to continue a decades-long occupation and now to prosecute a regional war on a multitude of fronts, Israel is not only betraying U.S. commitments to human rights and diplomacy, but shattering its own democratic aspirations as well. With these Joint Resolutions, you and your colleagues can once again center American values in a world where these are understandably questioned and reasonably doubted.
May 10, 2024 (Dover) |
I did not relish the action that resulted in our arrest last May. I had then, and continue to serve now, a busy congregation in Durham with a wonderful variety of ministries, programs and needs. But our own United Church of Christ’s General Synod has identified Israel’s decades-long occupation as a form of apartheid (2021). And Congress’ inability to confront Israel’s violence, and its complicity in funding the destruction of Gazan families and communities required me to act (in peaceful collaboration with friends) urgently and thoughtfully to encourage conversation (among our neighbors) and change in the ways Congress addresses the issue. Indeed, I’m grateful for the conversation that’s expanding across our state, and the diverse community of activists urging our delegation to move more boldly in support of an arms embargo and American integrity in the Middle East.
With Issa Amro in Hebron, 2017 |
So again, on behalf of Palestinian and Israeli friends and peacemakers, in solidarity with Jewish activists and so many others here in New Hampshire, and with my larger United Church of Christ community, I urge you, Senator Hassan, to move boldly and bravely to support the Joint Resolutions of Disapproval introduced by Senator Bernie Sanders and call for an immediate embargo on arms sales to Israel. The time is now.
In gratitude for your service,
The Rev. David C. Grishaw-Jones
Sunday, September 29, 2024
HOMILY: "Losing Our Smallness"
DGJ / Sunday, September 29, 2024
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It may just be that the deepest truth of all, the most dizzying truth of all, the most liberating truth of all—is right there in your hands. Literally. Inscribed right there in your hands. Weathered by years of hard work, maybe. Toughened by a summer in the garden, maybe. Shaken by worry for a world on the edge, maybe. Even so, it may just be that the deepest truth of all is inscribed, etched, carved right there into your two hands.
So do this for me. Take a moment this morning to trace the veins in your own palms. You’re going to have to set your bulletin aside. Pick a hand. Pick a palm. I’m using my left hand, and my right forefinger to do the tracing.
Just trace those veins, your veins. A few are like valleys, diving from one side to another. Others are like tributaries, branching off one valley or another, doing their own thing. Little wrinkles flowing hither and yon. Follow them around. Go where they lead you.
I want to suggest this morning that all those valleys and tributaries, in your hand, in your palm, are something like a sacred text, embodied scripture, maybe even a palm psalm. You’ve got chapter and verse right there in your flesh. Get it? A palm psalm? And within that sacred text, your sacred text, there is a universe of ancestors, a road map of migrations, and the unmistakable creativity of the Divine—who was long at work in your life before you had a life, who was forever involved in your becoming before you became anything at all. You can do this anytime you like, by the way. Doesn’t have to be at church on Sundays. Trace the veins in your own palms. Read the sacred text there.
There is nothing else, absolutely nothing else you have to do, to please and praise the Maker of all things, the Weaver of all fabrics, the Goddess who made you wonderful and whole. Just be with all this. Just trace the landscape of your life. Just wander the valleys, the tributaries of your own hand. Here’s where Julia Jenn is so provocatively right, so delightfully simple, in her reimagining of the 149th psalm:
Give praise to the Goddess within and without.
Sing unto our Lady a new song
for we shall praise Her with our very presence.
WITH OUR VERY PRESENCE!
Just this: with your very presence! The Goddess’ Gospel, the Gospel of love, is right there in your hand! And all you have to do is touch. And all you have to do is trace. And all you have to do is praise Her with your presence. As you are. Who you are. Because you are. You can praise Her with your very presence because She’s the source of every breath you take. You can praise Her with your presence because She’s the desire that conceived and delivered and raised you up. You can praise Her with your presence because—as you are, just as you are—you are made in Her image. Surrender to that: and you’ve stepped into the greatest mystery there is. Your life.
So I discovered Julia Jean’s reimagined psalm (the psalm Amy’s read for us this morning) in a book called Psalms in Ordinary Voices—a collection inspired and then gathered into one by a couple of pastors in the Berkshires. They’d asked a diverse community of friends—social workers, teachers, therapists, farmworkers, mechanics, Hospice chaplains, grandparents, new moms and more—to read, read, read the psalms, and then to take one and rewrite it for their own voice, their own spiritual practice, their own community. And Julia Jean came up with the 149th.
Give praise to the Goddess within and without.
Sing unto our Lady a new song
for we shall praise Her with our very presence.
And I believe that Julia Jean gets this just right. Her version of the 149th psalm. If God is Creator, if God is ever and always creating, if the Goddess is intimately involved in creation’s endlessly fascinating and forever unpredictable patterns of ecstasy, emergence and evolution, isn’t it wild, isn’t it wonderful, isn’t it wonderfully wild that She makes the human being in Her own image? As God yearns for communion, we yearn for communion and connection. As She rejoices in us, and in all that is and ever will be, we rejoice in Her and in one another and in all that is and ever will be.
And we are designed, created, put together, friends, to do just this: to play our heart drums and soul strings / to pluck the sinews of our skeletons / to merge in the Great Rite with equanimity and freedom in our stomping feet.
Whoever you are, whatever your age, whatever your language, whatever burdens you bear—you are designed to play your heart drums and soul strings; you are made to pluck the sinews of your skeletons. Created in the image of God, but not only that. Created to praise Her with your very presence. With your very presence. So, says Julia Jean:
Let the Universe rejoice in Her creations.
Let Her children be joyful as we praise
Her names in the Great Dance.
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It’s our hope that this fall’s Season of Creationtide will inspire a renewed ministry of creation spirituality and ecological activism right here in our church. Going back many years, of course, we have championed eco-justice in important ways, and through varied initiatives. In a sense, it’s in our congregational DNA. Of late, several of you have wondered about reviving this ministry, reimagining a Greening Team, finding new ways to animate earth care and ecological fidelity in and beyond the church. See me, if you’re interested in joining this new (or renewed) effort. I’d like us to get together soon…to see what’s possible for us now.
In Julia Jean’s psalm, I’m struck by the spiritual side of the task that lies before us—as a church, and as a culture too. Does this seem right to you? What’s required of us involves concrete action, of course, and particular initiatives of care and protection for particular places, particular systems of forest and field, sea and sky. But our ministry has to address the soul’s desire, the spirit’s calling, and the spiritual path that offers true conversion, human transformation and lasting hope. “May our egos be sacrificed,” she writes. May our egos be sacrificed so we know each other more deeply through Her wild compassion / May we humble ourselves so we may know the Truth and be released from the chains and fetters of illusion / Then, the glistening radiance of Her wisdom will take us over completely.
Tuesday, September 24, 2024
Sunday, September 22, 2024
HOMILY: "Living Tov!"
Sunday, September 22, 2024
Exodus 16 (4th Sunday in Creationtide)
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Cody Miller, "Manna" |
Think about adjectives you’d whisper watching a September sunset over the Great Bay, or a mighty grey whale breaching on the Atlantic, or a bull moose crossing a two-lane country road, or a butterfly breaking free of its cocoon in your own backyard. God calls all that God makes “delightful,” and God calls it “incredible,” and God calls it “fat with wonder” and “gorgeous” and “soul-stirring” and “enough.” “Enough!” Always, enough!
That’s “tov.” All of that. And really, to bring it home this morning, that’s Creationtide. What this whole season’s about. To believe in a God who creates, to believe in a Creator who invites humanity to live well and justly upon the earth—to believe isn’t to ascribe to any particular theory of how it all went down, or how long it takes to create a continent or a mountain range or a species of frogs in the rainforest. To believe in a God who creates is to delight with God in all God is doing, and to revel with God in the mysteries and surprises of it all, and to organize our communities in ways that allow all creation and all our neighbors to share in the nourishment and wonder and goodness God intends.
So—when God rests on the seventh day of creation—you remember this part in Genesis: when God rests in the midst of all that’s “tov” and all that’s “incredible” and “delightful” and “fat with wonder,” when God rests—we are invited to do the same. Every seventh day. Every Sabbath day. And the point of our resting is that we take time, and we create rituals, and we call together friends, and we set our hearts on all that’s incredible and delightful and fat-with-wonder. Because it’s all God’s. Every leaf of every tree. Every seed in every field. Every beach on every shore. Every ant hill and every zucchini vine and every dribbling stream. It’s all God’s and it’s all “tov.” We rest simply and always to remember. It’s all God’s and it’s all “tov.”
(And parenthetically, not to rest every seventh day is to risk forgetting. Not to practice “Sabbath rest” is to risk forgetting all this “tov-ness,” and then adjusting to a version of the world that is reduced to stock prices, market shares, economic anxiety and the betting line on this afternoon’s football game. In so many ways, the Sabbath sits at the heart of Jewish and Christian spirituality and ethics.)
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And this morning’s story, then, expands on Sabbath spirituality to offer “instructions” in receiving the gifts of creation, and living humbly, faithfully, justly in the midst of earth’s wonders and bounty; “instructions” in receiving the gifts of creation, and depending gladly on the land. Not as a possession to hoard. Not as a resource to exploit. Not even as a homeland to defend. But as a gift, and as a blessing, and as a sacrament to be shared. “I will test the people,” says God, making this as clear as clear can be. “I will test the people, whether they will follow my instructions or not.” So yes, we’re again in the realm of metaphor; but this metaphor matters. A lot.
This is Torah, of course, the heart of Jewish tradition and teaching, and the wisdom (by the way) suffusing Jesus’ own ministry. There is both gift and gospel in this tradition, and instruction as well. We are tested. If that first creation story in Genesis sets the stage for Sabbath spirituality, this wilderness story (this manna metaphor) in Exodus puts a finer point on Sabbath practice and community care and even economic discipline. Sabbath isn’t just a sweet way of organizing our work week; it’s an invitation to moderation, equity and a radically generous sharing of resources, harvests and food.
So remember the story, the context of the Hebrews’ journey out of Egypt, out of slavery, and into the wilderness and the future promised by God. They have—as a people—fled from the oppressive Egyptian economy in which they were enslaved and impoverished and compelled to build huge warehouses for the Pharaoh’s wealth, accumulated assets and greed. They have cried out of their suffering in Egypt and their many cries have been heard by God; their impoverishment has been felt by God. And in God’s mercy, by God’s mercy, Moses and Miriam have led the Hebrews out of this misery, and through the Red Sea, and into a wilderness of opportunity, promise and new possibilities.
So the manna from heaven in this morning’s story is a kind of test to see if the Hebrews are ready to follow God’s instructions; a kind of test to see if they’re ready to embrace an alternative, to see if they’re prepared to practice the goodness of God (or the “tov”-ness of God) in their life together, in a new economy of grace and liberation. It’s not a given. It turns out that it’s not a given. There are those who pine for Egypt, for their familiar place in a world with no Sabbaths at all. Have they so internalized the Pharaoh’s culture of consumerism and consumption that they will turn now and go back? Or are they open at last to the radically generous God whose radically bountiful earth is always able to nourish the radically faithful community?