Trust. Follow. Believe.

 When I first saw the readings for this particular Sunday, I thought I would find myself touching on the horrors happening in the Middle East. I had heard a story the week before on NPR about the religious extremists in Israel who are hell bent (and I mean HELL bent) on seizing lands where non-Jews have been living for centuries and using God's promise to Abram in Genesis 12 as their justification. 

I was ready to talk about the dangers of taking the Scriptures literally, instead of seriously, and how that plays out in cruel and deadly ways for many people, not just Palestinians and the Lebanese. 

But that's not where I went. I kept thinking about the amount of trust it took not just for Abram...and also Sarai who didn't get a say in any of this...and also Matthew to do something they'd probably never dreamed they'd do: just drop what they were up to and follow God.

When God's Spirit gets ahold of you, good luck trying to get away. 

And the same thing is true of realizing when it's time to move on from a job, or a relationship. And so that's the path the Spirit had me follow. A path which I think was better suited for my St. Barnabas population in southwest Georgia.

See what you think. 

And while I'm at it: I will be taking a break from preaching for two weeks. My bishop is coming one Sunday, and my seminarian is preaching the following one. Yay! 

Texts: Genesis 12:1-12; Matt 9:9-13; 18-26

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When we meet someone new…and we’re first introduced to each other…after “hi, my name is”…the typical small talk conversation moves to a couple of other topics:

Where are you from?...and

What do you do?

These are probably the safest and most generalized questions to ask when we’re first getting to know another person.

They’re also questions tightly tied to our identities.

Where we’re from helps set the stage of explaining the external forces that have shaped and formed us.

Where we grew up…the north or the south…the far west…the Midwest…outside the country all together…sets the tone for what kind of culture we know…customs we’ve practiced…and common understanding of history…and even terminology for various objects.

Does the supermarket have paper bags or paper sacks?

Are you thirsty? Do you want a “soda”? Or is it “pop” or do you call all carbonated beverages “Coke”?

And are you getting that drink out of the refrigerator or the ice box?

What we do…meaning how we earn money…can serve as a springboard for more conversation…especially if we’ve had similar jobs…or know someone who did that same thing.

Maybe the person has a career that sounds interesting or fun.

Or maybe they’re in school…which gets to what grade are you in? Or what’s your major?

So much of who we are seems to get enmeshed in where we’re from and what we do…that those two things become central to our identities.

So when we strip away one or more of those things…suddenly we feel…odd or out-of-place.

I know that I went through that experience when I left journalism.

I remember once…a few weeks before my last day…waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat with the question, “If I’m not Susan Gage of Florida Public Radio, then who am I?”

If I wasn’t going to the Florida Capitol building…or the State Supreme Court…or working in a production studio at the Public Broadcast Center…where am I going? What am I doing?

Leaving behind a career and temporarily relocating to a goat farm in Gainesville Florida required me to let go of what I did…and who I thought I was…as I followed a new path…trusting that it was the right thing to do.

Trust and being willing to follow is at the heart of the Genesis reading.

We hear that God tells Abram to leave his country. Leave his father’s house. Take his family with him. God blesses Abram and makes promises to him that Abram’s name will be great…and a great nation will come from him.

Let me just pause here a moment to give some background.

Up until now in the Book of Genesis…God has done all this work of creating a marvelous world…with lots of beautiful waters and land producing fruit…birds and sea creatures…and lots of critters running around in the woods.

And God creates human beings…with reason and skill and the charge to take care of creation.

And by the end of chapter eleven of Genesis…humans have shown themselves to be disobedient…and murderers.

God had flooded the world…promised Noah that wouldn’t happen again…and still…the people kept trying to be God building a tower of Babel…that God knocked down and confused their languages.

So… this moment with Abram…and these blessings…was God’s way of having something of a “do over” with humanity.

And amazingly…we hear…”Abram went as the Lord told him.”

There was no questioning.

No arguing.

No “but what if this doesn’t work out?”

Abram listened to God.

And something about God’s voice…God’s blessings…resonated deeply with this old man…that he knew to just go.

Leave behind the place…leave this land of his identity…and go.

Now he did take others with him.

Scholars suppose that Lot was along for this adventure because he was younger…and maybe Abram thought Lot was going to have all the children…since Sarai was supposedly barren.

And this barren Sarai was also an important traveler with Abram.

Without her…there would have been no future…no Isaac.

Without her…there also wouldn’t have been the Egyptian handmaid Hagar.

And without Hagar…there would have been no Ishmael…the offspring that tradition holds as a prophet of Islam.

We might imagine that when she heard the news that they were picking up and moving…Sarai probably gave Abram a side-eye…and shook her head with a chuckle and a “Really, Abram?”

And we can also imagine that God blew a soft breeze across her face and gave Sarai some assurances to trust that this uprooting from everything she’d known…and all that was familiar…would be for the good.

That same trust and obedience shows up in our Gospel this morning.

Matthew is sitting in his tax booth…doing his calculations…figuring out how much he might tack on to this person’s bill so he could have a nice take-home sum of money.

Along comes Jesus.

Jesus sees what Matthew is doing.

He walks up to the tax booth…looks at this tax collector and simply says, “Follow me.”

And without hesitation…without thinking about it…or even asking any questions…Matthew dropped his life of serving the Empire…and extorting his fellow Jews…and follows Jesus.

Something about this simple command was so strong and persuasive that Matthew was willing to trust and abandon his career to start down another path.

Maybe Matthew had been feeling uneasy about this job.

Maybe the years and years of scorn and rejection from his community had left him feeling alone.

And now Jesus looked at him…saw him…and spoke words that told him, “You don’t need to do this. You are loved. Follow the Love.”

And not just Matthew…but we hear how Jesus then sits with a bunch of tax collectors…and other outcasts along with disciples as they have a big ol’ dinner party at Matthew’s house.

The respectable ones…the Pharisees…see what’s happening and are aghast.

They don’t dare say anything directly to Jesus…so instead they want to know from the disciples why he’s hanging out with this bunch of no-good lousy creeps.

The Pharisees only knew what Matthew and the others did for a living.

They’d seen them in their tax booths…and concluded they were their enemies.

But Jesus saw in Matthew not just a tax collector.

He saw a more complete identity: a person with more potential… a man whose whole self was greater than the sum of all those external labels on him…someone rejected by society and most importantly… a beloved child of God…worthy of love.

Like Abram…like Sarai…Matthew heard the call and followed…not knowing where it would lead…but trusting that it was all going to be OK.

And in following he discovered that he had a place at God’s table.

It takes a lot for us to trust and leave behind things familiar…our homes…our families…our vocations.

There’s always a risk involved in such decisions.

But sometimes…there is a stirring inside of us…a sense that we must make a move…or at the very least attempt to change course.

And being willing to take risks without absolute certainty of success is a lot about what it means to have faith.

Again…in the Gospel reading…the synagogue leader didn’t know for sure that Jesus could bring his apparently dead daughter back to life.

But he acted on a desperate hope to seek Jesus for help.

The bleeding woman wasn’t 100-percent certain that touching was his clothing the one medicine that would stop her pain. But she reached out anyway.

Listening and trusting…following and believing.

These are the starting points of hope and faith and trust that God is a God of Love…and mercy.

When we feel moved to follow a new path…or make any major change in our current life…there’s no guarantee of success.

There will be difficulties…and some degree of growing pains that come with making a break with the old and starting something new.

But the promise that God makes is that we are never going at it alone in life…and that God is with us as we step out in a new direction.

Trust. Follow. And most importantly beloved: believe…and stick with that source of Love.

In the name of our One Holy and Undivided Trinity.