"Life's A Journey" A Sermon for 21B Pentecost Proper 23

Well...hello again!

Hurricane Helene was supposed to smash Tallahassee with Category 4 or at least high Cat 3 winds and rain on September 26th. Instead...it clobbered Florida's Big Bend Coast...and followed Idalia's path through Valdosta...up to Augusta and Savannah...and finally causing the predicted landslides in the southern Apalachian mountains. Asheville, North Carolina's downtown became a river. And towns such as Chimney Rock were completely destroyed. 

It's been hard and awful. And it hasn't helped to have people peddling lies and conspiracy theories about FEMA trying to take people's homes...and others putting out weather maps depicting mythical storms forming in the Gulf of Mexico.

Back in Valdosta, power lines and substations were down...utility poles snapped like toothpicks...and roofs and homes damaged by the winds. St. Barnabas was without power to the church for a little over a week; although our parish hall came back online after about four days...allowing us to offer a place for folks to go to charge their phones and sit in the AC.

All of that to say: last week's sermon was mostly a time to talk about what had happened. The week before we couldn't meet and even if we had wanted to...some folks literally would not be able to get to church because there was a tree blocking their driveway or their street.

So here's this week sermon...largely based on Mark 10:17-31...and the rich young man who wants to know what he has to do to have eternal life. Enjoy!

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“Life’s a journey, not a destination.”

We’ve probably all heard that phrase at one time or another.

The band Aerosmith used it a song in the 1990s called “Amazing.” Steven Tyler…the lead singer… wrote:

“Life’s a journey, not a destination and I can’t tell what tomorrow brings.”

There’s lots of theories on where that phrase came from originally.

The most likely source seems to be that a pastor named Lynn Hough used it when he was doing a Sunday school teaching back in the 1920s about the apostle Peter.

 

Regardless of who came up with that phrase and when…it’s the one that kept coming back to me as I looked over our readings this week.

We’ve been slowly recovering from a major hurricane…and praying for others as yet-another one slammed Florida this past week.

Lights are on again.

Off again.

And then back on again.

Our nerves have been given a jolt every time some bad actor or conspiracy theorist decides to go on the internet and peddle lies about new storms…and raise doubts about the helpers sent to assist us with the real ones.

As linemen and women work to untangle power lines from downed trees…and broken power poles snapped like toothpicks…thousands…even millions of people…are sweaty…hot…tired…and bothered.

We humans are not always the best at being patient…especially when we’re uncomfortable.

The journey lately has certainly been rocky and fraught with difficulty.

Like Job…and our psalmist…we lament.

We want a quick fix…and we want it now.

“My God, my God: where is our air-conditioning?”

“Haven’t we been good people?

What else must we do to get our power back on and to stay on?”

What else must we do.

That’s where we find our rich man coming to Jesus in the Gospel of Mark.

He wants to know, “Good teacher, what must I do to inherit eternal life?”

Isn’t there something that I can do?

We can almost picture Jesus raising an eyebrow at this question.

What must he do?

Jesus takes this in and goes ahead and tells the man to basically keep the commandments that he presumably already knows.

But that’s not what the rich man is after.

He wants to know…”What’s the quickest way to get to the destination…to get and possess eternal life?”

He’s impatient. He already knows all about the journey…the whole don’t murder, don’t bear false witness, honor your father and mother, yadda yadda yadda.

He wants to know: What else must he do?

Again….I’m thinking that Jesus’ eyebrows must be permanently up at his forehead.

The rich man has completely misunderstood the mission.

Because none of this is about doing; it’s about being.

It’s about how one is living right now to make things better in the world right now.

It’s about the journey…being in communion with all of creation….the expansion of friends and family.

It’s about that sense of belonging that manifest both when life is going great…and learning how to make lemonade when life delivers us a bushel of lemons.

I think we all get caught up in this same misconception that we must “do” something to receive what is already available to us in the form of God’s grace.

We tend to think that grace is some sort of commodity that we can only have if we do something more…something extra…beyond simply being and living a life based on Love.

But the thing is we can’t do anything to earn the gift that is freely given.

And there’s no short cut or “get grace quick” fix.

What Jesus offers to this man…and what is offered to us…is the invitation to stay on the journey and not worry so much about the destination.

And that requires us to change our perspective of what it means to inherit eternal life.

Eternal life is in the present…not some future “when I get to heaven” sort of thing.

How are we moving…living and having our being right now as people of God?

Like the disciples and this rich man…we can so easily get deluded into thinking that “grace” equals “material rewards.”

That’s the terrible theology of the prosperity gospel… that somehow having lots of money and “things” is proof of God’s love.

But the reward that Jesus is promising has nothing to do with money or more stuff.

And that’s the rub for the rich man.

Jesus has burst his belief bubble…and challenged a whole system of believing that equated wealth and status with living in God’s favor.

It’s what Job has gotten wrong in his ranting and raving at God in our First Lesson.

Job…like the rich man…like Peter…and like us mistake that having material things signals God’s favor.

But a life of faith is not a guarantee of only good things in life.

In fact… to follow Jesus is to join with him…

At the bedside of a sick relative…

In the grief of a spouse…

With the person who has lost a home…or their job

 To cry out in those words we remember Jesus said on the cross:

 “My God! My God! Why have you forsaken me?”

It’s too bad we didn’t hear all of Psalm 22…because the psalmist knows…that even in this moment of agony… that God is still there…

Later in Psalm 22 at the 23^rd verse we hear:

“for he does not despise nor abhor the poor in their poverty; neither does he hide his face from them; but when they cry out to him he hears them.”

Because God shows up for us…and in us.

God becomes known and seen and experienced when we help each other.

When we come alongside a person…whether it’s a family member…friend…or stranger…and lend an ear or place our hand on their shoulder…that is the way…the truth… and the life… of being Jesus.

That sort of loving kindness is a manifestation of God’s Love in the here and now.

Companionship…compassion…are the riches we get on this journey.

Journeying together through the valley of the shadow of death makes that trek a lot less lonely and frightening.

Be willing to let someone be the embodiment of Jesus for us makes us a whole lot more human.

In the name of our one holy and undivided Trinity.

 

Jesus and the Comfortable Words: A Sermon for the Feast of St. Anna Alexander

 

September 24th is the Feast of St. Anna Alexander; however as a patron saint of the diocese of Georgia, churches are encouraged to celebrate her feast day in place of the normal Sunday liturgy. I'd like to believe I had a small hand in that...having asked the bishop last year in front of my congregation on his visit if it would be OK for us to make that switch. Our diocesan convention accepted the resolution put forward by Racial Justice Georgia to make it a diocesan-wide practice. Anyway...here's what I had to say about this remarkable woman and her witness in southeastern Georgia in the first part of the 20th century.

Text: Matthew 11:25-30

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We just heard in Matthew’s Gospel:

‘Come to me, all you that are weary and are carrying heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. ²⁹Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me; for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. ³⁰For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.’

This beautiful statement is one that I remember from my childhood…although phrased a little differently.

This passage is among what we Episcopalians know as “the comfortable words of Jesus.”

I have vivid memories as kid hearing these words…and the other short “comfortable word” snippets of Scripture…read right before the priest would lead us in the Eucharist.

This particular one from Matthew has been one of those touchstones in my life.

I have returned to it often…whether I was feeling particularly burdened or not.

Even at times when I wasn’t attending church…I could still hear the voice of one of our priests reciting this passage.

These truly are comforting words when we think of Jesus offering us respite from the burdens of the world…shouldering the load…stepping alongside us when we need him most.

And they were necessary words…given what Jesus had been offering up to his disciples in the verses before.

This was a way of giving them this blessed assurance for their souls.

Prior to this passage… Jesus has given a very detailed description of the dangers of discipleship…

To follow him will be a hard…and arduous path…a perpetual struggle.

He’s warned the disciples that he’s sending them out like sheep among wolves.

He’s announced that families will be divided on account of his name.

He’s even announced that there are cities that face a massive downfall…worse than what happened in the story of Sodom’s destruction in the Book of Genesis.

With all that as the set up for today’s Gospel reading….we get the idea that Jesus is not only wanting to offer comfortable words….he’s also saying to those who are feeling especially worn out by the world…those who have been among the disinherited and the pushed aside:

I see you.

I am with you.

And I’m promising the heavenly gifts will come to the tired and weary who turn to the Source of Light and Love for help.

Realizing all of that…there couldn’t be a more perfect Gospel lesson to have on the day when we remember St. Anna Ellison Butler Alexander and all that she did living at time and place where there were many obstacles set up in her path.

Y’all have the biography of Anna Alexander in your bulletin insert with the readings.

So you know that she is the daughter of former slaves on the Butler Plantation, which was a huge tract of land along the Georgia coastline.

You know that she became the first and only African American to be set aside as a deaconess in the church…and it would only be later that deaconesses would gain recognition as deacons.

We know that she and her siblings built churches and schools in Darien and Pennick and that she taught school in and around Brunswick for more than 50 years.

But what makes this Gospel lesson…and these comfortable words of Jesus… such a perfect reading for her saint day is that they reflect her reality when we remember the times in which she lived and did her work of Christian witness in the world.

It was the turn of the 20^th century.

The Civil War was still a relatively fresh memory for people who were still alive.

Jim Crow laws were well-established throughout the southern United States. And there lynching and attacks on Black communities happening across the South and Midwest. The area known as Black Wall Street in Tulsa, Oklahoma, had been destroyed by white violence.

The whole town of Rosewood, Florida, which was a predominantly Black town was wiped out by vigilantes when a white woman claimed she had been assaulted by a black man in  January, 1921.

Here in Valdosta, we remember the horrific killing of Mary Turner and her unborn child in 1918.

Our own Georgia diocese had split in 1907…and the new bishop of Georgia excluded Anna Alexander and all Black churchmen and women from participating in the diocesan conventions…a wrong that would take more than forty years to correct.

Knowing that this was the reality in which St. Anna was placed to live out her calling as a teacher and moral guide to children in Pennick…we can imagine that she might have earmarked her own Bible to return to these comfortable words of Jesus.

We can appreciate that for St. Anna Alexander… having to persevere and find ways to fund her church and school under such circumstances… she needed a Jesus who both forewarns his disciples that discipleship comes with a cost…but not to lose hope… and to remember that Jesus would be there to comfort and sustain them through their trials and tribulations.

These words…penned for Matthew’s community reeling from the Roman Empire’s destruction of the Temple in 70 CE… were likely just as important for St. Anna Alexander to ponder and consider as she helped lift up the hearts and minds of black children in Pennick in the early 1900s…while living in a world full of violence and danger.  

Even today… in September 2024…I can believe there are many people both here in this church and outside our red doors who the need to hear Jesus say, “Yes, child, it is tough to be my disciple. The world makes it hard. But don’t give up. I’m with you… my teachings…my yoke…will keep you afloat amidst these storms of life. The time is now. Believe…and spread the love.”

We are fortunate to have this mediator and advocate that we have in Jesus.

We have his example of living in Love…even as people walked away from following in his footsteps grumbling that the demands to love were too great.

Jesus demonstrates what it means to stick close to that source of love…speak truth to power… and even when rejected… even to the point of death.

And yet…he still was able to rise again.

In these times when we are seeing people turn against each other… even within families… we have these comfortable words of Jesus to keep reminding us that we are not alone.

If we will accept his teaching… a teaching grounded in love for each other… no obstacle… no rhetoric… will grind us down.

Go to Jesus…go to that source of Love…all you who are weary and heavy laden. Close your door… or shut your eyes… and ask for that rest your soul needs.

Seek that solace and receive the strength you need to keep going.

In the name of the one holy and undivided trinity.

Watch Your Words!

 

The presidential debate last Tuesday night was 90-minutes of back and forth that was a lot of what we have already heard...except for one very disturbing comment from the former president. 

The question asked was one of his favorite talking points...the people entering the USA from the southern border. But instead of answering that question, Donald Trump launched into a rant about how big his rallies are... how people want to go to his rallies... because they want to take their country back. And then he repeated a claim that in Springfield, Ohio, migrants were "eating the dogs, eating the cats, they're eating pets!" 

Even by Trump standards....this was truly wild. 

And then I looked again at our Scriptures for this week. And while the Gospel lesson from Mark, which is Jesus asking "Who do you say that I am" is often a compelling passage for preaching, given the fallout from Trump's baseless attack on the Haitian migrant population in this country...the lesson assigned from the Letter of James was far more important.

See what you think.

Text: James 3:1-12

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Stick and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me.

We’re all familiar with that saying, right?

It was a great defense mechanism we could use on the playground when some bully was taunting us.

But I know…if I am being honest about it… the names hurt.

A lot.

When I broke my nose in a softball game…and sprained my knee playing soccer… those things certainly hurt.

But they were physical wounds that healed.

Words…on the other hand… have a way of getting trapped in the brain.

And hurtful words that enter the brain often will manifest as a pain in the body.

Take it from me: as a licensed massage therapist… I have worked with clients whose aching neck and shoulders are often connected to something said to them at their office earlier in the day!

Words… and the way we speak to one another… can have a tremendous impact.

I think that’s why our letter writer James takes the time to talk about the ‘unbridled tongue.”

James recognizes the real harm that words pose to our relationships to God and to each other.

Even though this is called “The Letter of James”…scholars have reached the conclusion that this more like our First Reading… in that it is Christian wisdom literature… giving us moral guidance and spiritual direction.

James is one of those books in the Bible that’s short and to the point and easy enough to read that it’s worth spending the time with it.

And not to rush through it… but to read it slowly and carefully.

For those of you who struggle with Paul… James gives you an equally faithful presentation and one which gives special care and attention to those who are the underdogs…and the pushed aside…. with words that should make us all stop and think.

Words…such as this passage about being careful about words.

And our tongues with the ability to praise God on the one hand…and then denigrate God when we curse those made in the likeness of God.

Oof!

These words are wise words.

They are tough words.

And they are words we must hear and consider…especially during an election year.

I’m sure many of you watched the Presidential Debate last Tuesday.

And if you didn’t… you likely heard about it from friends… or family.

Or maybe you opened Facebook the next morning and got hit with countless memes of cats and dogs in military fatigues.

For those who didn’t hear it… a rumor was repeated on the debate stage alleging that Haitian immigrants in Springfield Ohio are stealing people’s pets and cooking them for dinner.

It was an odd thing to come up in the debate.

And it has been debunked… repeatedly… by the city manager of Springfield as well as the police department.

And because it was so strange… it has become the big joke out of that debate.

I admit… even I shared a meme of a Gadsden flag with the silhouette of a black cat and “Don’t Feed on Me.”

But the suggestion that Haitians in a small Ohio city are stealing pets and eating them is not a laughing matter.

Since the debate…twice this past week… public schools in Springfield had to close because of bomb threats.

This is type of insinuation that’s not only hurtful to the Haitian population in Ohio…but all the Haitians who have fled the violence and lawlessness that has overrun their country.

Haitian migrants live and work in communities all over the United States.

Even Georgia has a long history with Haiti.

There’s a monument in Savannah…remembering the 500 Haitian recruits who fought alongside American colonial troops against the British during the siege of Savannah during the Revolutionary War. 

Business owners in Springfield have come to the defense of their Haitian neighbors.

They praise them for their friendliness and work ethic.

Dehumanizing people is not the way…the truth…or the life of Christ.  

And this sort of thing has been used before in human history with horrific consequences.

I studied German as my foreign language in high school and college. And when you study a foreign language…it’s typical you also learn something about the history and the culture of the country.

In my college class… I remember that one of the art history professor at the university…Edzard Baumann… shared with us his experience of growing up as a child in Germany during the rise of Adolf Hitler.

His parents were not Nazis and his mother would eventually take him and flee the country.

But his older sister had become enthralled with the Hitler Youth program.

He described the weekly instruction that went on in his German school.

Every week… they made sure to show him and his classmates the picture of the stereotypical Jew on one side…and a rat on the other.

They’d make much of the elongated and prominent nose on the Jew…how much it looked like the snout of a rat.

The purpose of this…of course…was to dehumanize Jews.

If they weren’t really human… then they weren’t really kin…or in this case kinder… to the non-Jewish Germans.

How much easier it is to convince people to hate what they don’t see as one of them.

The same dehumanization led to the slaughter of Tutsis by the Hutu-government in Rwanda.

The government propaganda machine called the Tutsis “cockroaches.” It was repeated early and often… as a way of reducing the Tutsis to annoy insects that deserved to be exterminated.

This same toxicity has been infecting our politics for decades in this country.

Politicians use fear of the “other” to rally their voters and depress opponents from going to the polls.

Willie Horton.

Drag Queens.

Fill-in-the-blank of whatever “other” this side or that side wants to portray as “scary.”

As our writer James says…”How great a forest is set ablaze by a small fire! And the tongue is fire…itself is set on fire by hell.”

So where is the hope…the good news in this message from James?

We can hear it in our collect this morning: that prayer where we seek the Holy Spirit to be the guide of our hearts.

The Holy Spirit…that type of fiery tongue that lit up the apostles in the Upper Room and sent them out to do the work of Jesus.

That Spirit of a burning bush that is ablaze but is not consumed…and gave Moses the words to speak up on behalf of his people.

When we stop…and listen…and seek the Holy Spirit to be the one who leads us and gives us the words to speak…we are empowered to emissaries of goodness…especially in times when we feel anxious or angry.

The Spirit can help to calm and cool off the fire that we’re ready to spit out of our mouths at each other.

The Spirit within us leads us to use our words that can build people up.

It’s that very Spirit that will call us back into remembering what we say when pray the Baptismal Covenant…when we renew the promises that we make to each other every time we repeat it.

And so I invite you to open your prayer books to page 304…we will skip the Creed for now. But let’s remember what we promise to do for God and for each other…

Will you continue in the apostles’ teaching and fellowship, in the breaking of bread, and in the prayers?

A: I will, with God’s help

Will you persevere in resisting evil, and, whenever you fall into sin, repent and return to the Lord?

A: I will, with God’s help.

Will you proclaim by word and example the Good News of God in Christ? 

A: I will, with God’s help.

Will you seek and serve Christ in all persons, loving your neighbor as yourself? 

A: I will, with God’s help. 

Will you strive for justice and peace among all people, and respect the dignity of every human being? 

A: I will, with God’s help.

“With God’s help”…with our willingness to listen…and to resist the temptation to demonize others and tamp down our fiery tongues…we can be the models of Christ that speaks words of encouragement…hope and love that so many people are waiting to hear from Christians today.

May the Lord meet us in this moment…and give us the grace and power to fulfill our promises to God and each other.

In the name of our one holy and undivided Trinity.

 

 

 

The Sassy Syrophoenician Woman

 

I don't often get to highlight the powerful women in Scripture and the way that they get God's attention. So when one of their stories pops up in the lectionary...well, I have to talk about it. And the Syrophoenician woman (Canaanite woman in Matthew's Gospel) is one of my faves. 

Text: Mark 7:24-37

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Back when I was in massage school in Gainesville… I had what might best be described as a misunderstanding with one of my teachers.

He’d said something in class that felt like a personal insult to me.

I was upset and hurt by it.

So I asked to meet with him to talk.

I was scared.

I didn’t like confronting him or anyone for that matter.

And past experiences in life had taught me that speaking truth to power would more often than not result in a boomerang effect…where the powerful would exact some kind of retaliation against me.

So…I was nervous having this meeting.

But Frank…the teacher… like all of my instructors at Florida School of Massage… showed enormous patience… kindness… and thoughtfulness in listening to me.

Even as my voice shook… and I was holding back tears… he wasn’t cruel.

He wasn’t dismissive.

He wasn’t even defensive.

And he told me he was sorry and he had not intended to be hurtful.

After about a half hour…Frank and I left on much better terms… having taken that time together to talk and to listen.

A few days later…and after reflecting on our meeting… I approached him after class and thanked him again for how he treated me.

I wasn’t used to a man being willing to listen to me that way.

And I shared that at other times in my life…especially working in the very male-dominated field of broadcast journalism… any complaint I raised automatically made me….

The “B” word….the word for female dogs.

Now I would describe Frank as a happy and even gentle man.

But when I used that term in reference to myself… this jovial kind soul… frowned and looked me straight in the eye:

“Don’t you ever use that word about yourself! You are not that and I would never call you that. Don’t you ever think of yourself that way!”

That brief exchange…was an even more powerful teaching moment.

I share that story because in our Gospel today…we hear Jesus call this Syrophoenician woman the “B” word. 

No…the word itself isn’t in our translation of Mark’s Gospel…but that is essentially what’s been said.

To call this woman… and by extension her demon-possessed daughter…“a dog” was deeply offensive, hurtful and rude.

Some biblical scholars try to downplay this scene and pass it off as Jesus not really being this mean. They try to say that he used a word that means “puppies” and…y’know… puppies are cute and cuddly so he wasn’t really being THAT bad…and he was just testing this woman’s faith.

I’m not buying any of that.

He called her a dog.

And such an insult flies in the face of everything we’ve come to think about and believe about Jesus.

So why would Jesus be this aggressively nasty to her?

Well… to borrow a term often used in social media to describe a relationship status…

It’s complicated.

It’s a mix of so many “things” …. Gender… religion….and class differences going on in this story with Jesus and this unnamed woman.

Let’s do some unraveling.

First of all… this scene takes place in Tyre… which is a seaport city on the coast of the Mediterranean Sea in the north just below Syria…part of what is now modern-day Lebanon.

This is a Gentile area of the Roman Empire.

And it was a city that dominated all of the surrounding rural areas.

Tyre and its city-dweller population gobbled up food…supplies…and labor to enrich themselves at the expense of those around them….particularly their poorer…more rural and oppressed Jewish neighbors in Galilee.

As you might imagine…this behavior and the wealth gap it created didn’t make the people of Tyre all that popular with Galileans.

And Jesus was from Galilee.

One biblical commentator rephrased Jesus’ contemptuous reply to the woman this way:

“First let the poor people in the Jewish rural areas be satisfied. For it is not good to take the poor people’s food and throw it to the rich Gentiles in the cities.”

There’s also the religious differences between these two.

This woman is not Jewish. She’s a Gentile.

And not just a Gentile but a “Syrophoenician”…a Greek…which scholars say means she’s a pagan.

She has no interest in becoming a follower of Jesus…or worshipping the God Jesus talks about.

There’s no desire on the part of either Jesus or this woman to have some sort of conversion experience.

So this ISN’T a “faith-based” discussion.

Finally… there’s the gender difference.

Jesus… as a Jewish man… would have been and could have been offended at a woman crashing his attempt to get away for awhile by showing up at this house…and asking for a remote healing for her daughter.

Women… especially Gentile women… weren’t supposed to be so forward and pushy especially toward men who weren’t part of their own kind.

So…there are a myriad of issues going on in the background of this passage that could be at play for why Jesus behaves in a very un-Jesus way.

And yet… he did respond.

He did the healing.

He returns to being the Jesus we know and love.

So what happened?

My favorite way of reading this story is from the perspective of what happens when women overcome whatever societal norms get in their way…and show persistence in fighting for their cause…in this case a daughter who’s in trouble.

This Syrophoenician woman is that single mother fighting for life-saving healing from the one doctor who she’s heard has the medicine that can do it.

As a mother…living in a system that is heavily ranked… with rules about who can speak and when… she’s beyond caring about the social mores and is willing to risk everything approaching “the man” to ask for his help.

And when he calls her a derogatory name…she doesn’t flinch.

In fact…in the words of the womanist biblical scholar Mitzi Smith… she gets “sassy.”

She employs the rhetorical technique of the oppressed to take that insult… turn it on its head…and spin it back at Jesus.

Jesus hears it.

Jesus gets it.

And Jesus grants this queen her fervent wish.

Not because she’s promised to follow him.

Again…this has nothing to do with her faith.

Jesus responds because her words… the words of someone who acknowledged her own powerlessness in this situation turns to his power to make something happen.

By being bested by this woman’s words….Jesus changed his mind.

And in changing his mind…our Savior is demonstrating to us another valuable lesson.

Jesus shows us…through his own humility…his own humanity…the importance of listening…and what happens when we set aside ideas of status and difference to listen…even to one who isn’t one of our own kind.

And he does it without any expectation of “getting anything” back.

Think of what happens when we take a moment to really listen to another person’s story…particularly when we listen to the complaint of someone who is not like us.

We learn something. Not just about the other person but it can challenge us to learn some more things about ourselves.

Sarah mentioned it recently…that Johari window… where we uncover things in ourselves that maybe we were not aware of.

And once we’re made aware of it… we have an opportunity to take this new information… and change.

It’s through a process like this that we start to free ourselves from the shackles of fear and prejudice that keep us from becoming a more cohesive member in that bigger body of Christ.

It helps us to become better friends and neighbors to each other and our wider community. 

Thanks be to God for the Syrophoenician woman for her bravery and her sass.

And thanks be to God for the humility of Jesus to demonstrate that it is OK to listen and change.

In the name of our one holy and undivided Trinity.