Sunday, March 13, 2022

A Time for Broken Hearts: A Sermon for Second Sunday in Lent

 I don't know how anyone living in the world right now isn't walking around with a broken heart. There are people fleeing Ukraine...joining the ranks of so many others fleeing countries where they are under attack. And here in Florida, our state legislature and Governor have gone off-the-chain with their attacks on the LGBTQ+ community, people of color, voters...they even have decided only people with an interest in agriculture can serve on the various state Water and Conservation Boards. If I were a pessimist, I would throw in the towel. But my trust in God tells me that all the hellscape we are in right now is not the only version of reality. And I will continue to press on to find that path that leads toward light and love. 

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Text: Gen. 15:1-12, 17-18; Luke 13:31-35

 

Prayer: O God, may your Spirit be present as we open our hearts and our ears to reflect upon your word, so that we may be rooted in your love and grow in your likeness. Amen.

 

One of my favorite things to do at night is to look up in the sky and marvel at the moon and the stars.

It’s harder to do when you live in a city with all the light pollution. But when I’m in a place where the stars are visible, I find it to be just one of the coolest things to stare at these small dots of light and get lost in the wonder of what might all be up there in the sky.

I’m not a skilled astronomer. I don’t know all the names of the constellations. I just enjoy seeing these beautiful, bright patterns in the darkness.

I was thinking about that as I read through our passage today in Genesis. What an image for Abram…who is not yet renamed Abraham…to see the stars and hear that he is about to have a lineage that far out numbers even these. And back in his time…before Thomas Edison gave us lightbulbs that interfere with seeing the stars…he must have seen thousands and thousands of them. Can you imagine what that must have been like for him? Up until now, he has had no children and thinks his only heir is going to be one of his servants. Now he’s hearing that he will not only have a child of his own…he’s going to have descendants that rival the number of stars! And Abram believed God. He didn’t ask for proof or say, “Gee, are you REALLY sure about that?” He accepted this promise. He trusted God. And we hear that God took this as a sign of Abram’s faith and righteous commitment to the covenant God was making with this patriarch.

This scene gets mentioned throughout the New Testament as a call to keep one’s faithfulness to God. Paul cites it a couple of times…as well as James as he talks about our faith being the fuel in the engine of whatever works we do in the world.

Fast forward now several centuries from Abram…and we are on the journey with Jesus toward Jerusalem. And in our Gospel, we hear that deep ache in Jesus’ heart.

“Jerusalem, Jerusalem! The city that kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to it! How often have I desired to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, and you were not willing!” (Luke 13:34).

Jesus knows he’s walking into a dangerous situation. He knows that his politics of Love are going to clash with the politics of power, and greed, and indifference that have taken hold in the city of David. Centuries of war, exile, and oppression have taken a toll on the hearts and minds of those who are the people of the covenant made with Abram. And the Roman Empire doesn’t take kindly to anyone who challenges its authority. Jesus laments what has happened to people. But unlike his opponents…he isn’t heading to Jerusalem breathing fire and vengeance and destruction. Instead, all he wants to do is gather the people…like a mother hen bringing together her chicks…under a protection of love.

It's interesting that he describes himself as a hen while slamming Herod as a fox. We know the saying about “foxes guarding the hen house,” so he must have had it in mind that this fox…and his fox pups who’ve come to tell him to turn back…are planning to rip him to shreds.

We can imagine that this only compounds his sadness about what’s happened to Jerusalem…and how the people are unwilling or maybe so defeated in spirit that they won’t trust and believe that God really loves them?

We ought to lament with Jesus. And not just for the time in which he was living…but over what has happened and is continuing to happen in our own time and place.

It’s hard for anyone to accept…much less believe…in a God of such deep and abiding love when our lives testify to a version of reality that is so different.

Every day, we are seeing images of war in Europe…the wanton and reckless attacks on places such as a children’s hospital. Soldiers are dying in the snow and cold. The forced migration of millions of people dodging bullets and bombs to reach safety. And that’s just in Ukraine.

We’re not even considering the mass exodus from Syria…or the refugee crisis in Ethiopia…or those displaced Rohingya in Myanmar. And there are still people fleeing their homes in Central America because of gang violence.

In this country…we’ve seen growing anger and distrust. The hardening of hearts became a visible structure in Washington, DC. I was the seminarian at St. Monica and St. James in the Capitol Hill neighborhood. I used to walk the eight blocks from the Metro stop to the church, passing by people pushing baby strollers or taking their dogs out…or picking up groceries at the supermarket. Capitol Hill is not just the seat of government; it’s a place where people live and raise their families.

After the January 6th attack on the U.S. Capitol, I decided to go back and see my old parish neighborhood, and I was deeply saddened by the tall fencing with barbed wire…the blocked access to certain streets, and the National Guard troops patrolling the perimeter. There wasn’t the same feeling. I remember standing on the sidewalk and sighing deeply and thinking, “What have we become?”

The same dismay swept over me this past week as I exited the elevator on the fourth floor of Florida’s capitol building. The fourth-floor rotunda area between the House and Senate chambers is usually loud and somewhat raucous bustling with activity as lawmakers and legislative aides, lobbyists and tourists or people lost in the building, move around outside the doors of the two legislative chambers.

There’s a hallway to one side of the Senate doors that is a quick way to get over to the Senate Office Building. This was also the place where reporters could intercept lawmakers to seek out information about hotly debated topics before Senators walked onto the floor of their chamber.

Now, not only are reporters apparently barred from using that hallway; the public is prevented from taking the shortcut.  People gathering in the rotunda area between the chambers are told they must keep their voices down. Capitol police officers are ready to deal with anyone who doesn’t comply.

This normally very loud area of the Capitol… wasn’t.

A place where people of differing opinions mixed in a free-flowing river of humanity…now feels as if it’s been levied and controlled so as not to upset the powerful. It was discouraging to witness.

I could imagine Jesus lamenting over this ordering…and the way in which we have allowed the first to remain first and shoved the least and the last by the wayside.

On Ash Wednesday, I talked about how Jesus is looking for us to break our hearts. Today we have Jesus standing as a witness to what it means to be brokenhearted. We hear his desire to bring us back together… and to remind us of the promise that God is with us and desires for us to be as beautiful and numerous as the stars in the night sky.

God is calling us to do this work in our own world…in our own families and communities…. allow ourselves to enter into compassionate relationship with people who are in need. We see that happening with this war in Europe. The Polish people living in bordering towns are not only opening their homes to refugees; they’re waiting at the border with hot tea and food for the traumatized victims of war. If only all people fleeing violence could be welcomed with such kindness.

We’re here to see the heartbreak of the world and in our communities…and pray for the courage to respond in love to the comfortless while confronting those powers working to demean and destroy the people and things of God.

We come here to this table for the strength to do this work by remembering Christ’s love and efforts done for us. This is the reality of God…the same God who called Abram to count the stars.

May we have the faith of Abram…and the loving desire of Jesus…to help us live closer to God and respond to our challenges with love.

 

 


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