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Sunday, April 12, 2026

Let God Arise (Psalm 68 Roughly)

(1-6) What Are We Going To Do?

    What are we going to do? That’s what everyone wants to know. Your talking head propagandists, your nationalist social scientists don’t know. These scholars and lobbyists claim to see the invisible hand but cannot see the kingdom of God in history. What are we going to do? We cannot claim the banks and loans and deals and assets on your books. What are we going to? That’s what the managers of decline are asking. That’s what everyone wants to know.

    Have ye not read?

    Do not consider riches as private property but as common good. Your economic philosophy is in practice, godless. Insatiable greed. Domineering avarice. They demand the spirit of men and destroy the breath of women. They deny. They defend. They depose. But they cannot explain the irruption of the spiritual in the physical realm. Fools of one flesh.

    Like the smoke of a fire, drifting gone.
    Like melting wax in a fire.

    Let God arise -Father and defender of orphans and widows. Sheltering the homeless lonely in a holy place. And prisoners too. Freemarket rebels can find their own place in the wilderness. Let them have the bootstrap deserts they have made.

    What are we going to do? Ride through the deserts – let them see.
    What are we going to do? Build a road through the desert for the Rider on the Clouds.

    Sing and play music. Dance and be glad. But – and I love this part – What does the Rider on the Clouds need with a road?

(8) A Sweaty Sky

    Too much, too much. We are overwhelmed. Even nature by fear is beset in the presence and glory of the one who strides across the desert. The wind stops its bluster and blow. The great expanse of heaven gets nervous. The sky breaks out in sweat and rains shower down upon the earth.

(12-14) A Long Sequence of Non-Sequiturs

    Chieftains and kings of armies, having failed in highly confidential negotiations and transactions, having failed to deregulate, or discourage the enemy, are in flight, in flight. Their ambitions in flight. Their strategies are not working. Gathered militias and blockading forces have failed to secure the straights despite the outlandish destruction of material property and the slaughter of civilians. They are loose-tongued commanders with no charge.

    The nuclear maneuvers of fighter jets and submarines turned back and routed. Rerouted.

    Meanwhile the women – fair and beautiful – at home divide the spoil and booty of war -sorting through the pots and saddlebags for free blessings as they sit in the sheep pens. Sheep pens!

    They are singing the good news.
    They are singing and at ease.

    Then there’s something about metallic doves with wings of silver and pinions of green-gold. Victory doves. This is not an assault. Peace doves. This is not an attack.

    Now the snow is falling on Mount Zalmon – which might be something clever about white snow on the Dark One. No more bluster. No more bloviating boast or bluff. Disordered, self-glorifying kings are scattered as the purity of snow falls on the mountain.

(20-23,30) The Contradiction of Blood

    This God of ours, this God we know
    This is the God who saves.

    Take comfort in the Violence
    and the Vindication
    though it seems like contradiction.

    He smashes the heads and long-haired skulls of his enemies, the hairy crowns of psychopathic gunmen. Bullies and bulldogs. Abductors. Exploiters. Captors. Slavers. Smash them dead! Liars. Thieves and Liars. Murderers from the lowest and highest estates. Smash them dead! Dictators. Authoritarian tyrants and Fascist fools. Smash them dead!

    He drags them back from the hills, drags them back from the sea to do it all over again so you may bathe your feet in blood.

    But! A word of caution. A word of restraint. Take warning here: Our enemies may not be his and he will fling far and scatter wide all who take orgasmic delight, all who take profit and material gain, from the horrors of war. You have been warned.

(24-26) A Musical Interlude

    The noble procession proceeds:
    Singers ahead (sing good news and at ease)
    musicians behind
    and in between are
    are row upon row
    of beautiful girls
    beating their drums.

(28-35) Let God Arise

    Take command – it befits your power. This is the way. One way. Take command; it is yours. Reclaim what is yours, most powerful, most respected, inspiring awe and admiration of the entire world. Stop the wars that we have unleashed. Bring unity to the world we have divided. Bring prosperity to the world we have plundered.

    Rebuke the crocodiles in the reeds who lie in wait to devour. Rebuke the bulls who rage and trample over us and our children. Rebuke the silver idolaters trading in secrets and exploiting the mammon-market.

    Sing this song, Play and perform it for the Rider of the Heavens. High heavens. Ancient, primeval skies. Singers ahead (sing good news and at ease), a crescendo of instruments and the climactic pounding of drums. The crash of symphonic cannons and solemn bells and chimes and gongs.

    Then let the reverberations of silence ring long into eternity.

    The Kingdoms of the earth with outstretched hands. Europe. Russia. China with outstretched hands. Latin, South, and North America with outstretched hands. India, Australia, Palestine, Cuba, Indonesia with outstretched hands. Syria, Venezuela, Kenya with outstretched hands. All the tribes and nations of Africa with outstretched hands. All islands with outstretched hands.

    Speak with a voice of power.
    Splendor in the clouds of power.
    Awesome strength and power.
    Blessed be God.
    Amen.


See Also: 
Let God Arise (a sermon)
and
Sweaty Sky (a limerick)

Speak Peace and Breathe

    In the old domains, vast dark plains
    and strong dominions,
    speak peace and breathe.

    The doors of death and hell
    may be locked and barred,
    speak peace and breathe.

    Doubt is touched and
    uncertainty probed like wounded flesh,
    speak peace and breathe.

    Love pulls us back to the place
    where everything ends
    and all things begin again.

    Speak peace and breathe.


(John 20)

Sunday, February 15, 2026

In the Cloud of a Living God

    Begin in the valley and the street
    among advertising agents and
    slick political pietists
    Liars. All of them.

    Songs of peace are
    shouted down by calls to war -
    war arrows over red hot coals.

    That’s where I live
    in the ephemeral world.
    Cursed. Wretched.

    I am a tourist here

    In the cloud of a living God
    on a mountain of fire
    where certainty flees
    into the silence of light.

    Where are we
    and what is this?
    Vivid here and
    trembling there.

    Part pilgrim,
    part stammering
    stumbling disciple

    Who am I?
    And what am I
    becoming?


Sunday, February 8, 2026

Our Earth We Now Lament To See

 

    I found this hymn by Charles Wesley in our methodist hymnal (#449) today. I came home after church and quickly recorded my own little version of it. Wesley's words, my melody. 


    Our earth we now lament to see
    with floods of wickedness overflowed,
    with violence, wrong, and cruelty,
    one wide-extended field of blood,
    where men like fiends each other tear
    in all the hellish rage of war.

    As listed on Abaddon's side,
    they mangle their own flesh, and slay; 
    Tophet is moved, and opens wide
    its mouth for its enormous prey;
    and myriads sink beneath the grave,
    and plunge into the flaming wave. 

    O might the universal Friend
    this havoc of his creatures see!
    Bid our unnatural discord end,
    declare us reconciled in thee!
    Write kindness on our inward parts
    and chase the murderer from our hearts!

    Who now against each other rise,
    the nations of the earth constrain
    to follow after peace, and prize
    the blessings of thy righteous reign,
    the joys of unity to prove,
    the paradise of perfect love!
    

Sunday, January 25, 2026

A Daily Resistance – January 25, 2026



    There are six things the Lord hates. Make it seven detestables. Deplorables.

    Haughty eyes.

    You’ve heard it yourself – the tone, the shrill, the shriek. You know the smug dynamic tough guy vibes. You know him – the American Vulgarian brandishing his piety like a goddamn hammer. The governing authority without credibility. Zero.

    A lying tongue.

    Wicked. Perverse. Depraved in front of the cameras of the White House press room

    Hands that shed innocent blood.

    I’ve had enough of staring down the line. Jumping impossible hurdles. I’ve had enough of the barrel and the bullet. A funeral test. A failure trial. These are debts that can never be repaid.

    A heart that devises wicked schemes.

    Another Midwest shooting. Another state sponsored murder. Another extrajudicial execution on a Minnesota street. Antinomian disregard. No jurisprudence. No moral law.

    Feet quick to rush into the evil of the American nightmare

    Your absurdities have become atrocities. Another every day. Without regret. Without remorse. You delight in the cruelty. Pleasure in our pain.

    A false witness pouring out lies one after another as if we didn’t see the videos ourselves.

    Jesus said “blessed are the peacemakers” – but this is not you. You are lawlessness and chaos. You are death and destruction. Without a profession of doubt you’ll never realize your mistake.

    A person who stirs up conflict in the community.

    Don’t ask for reverence. Give me no more confessions of faith. I no longer believe.



(Proverbs 6: 16-19)



Monday, December 15, 2025

The Candles of Advent

The First Candle of Advent

To say these lines, to speak this part,
we begin in darkness. In silence.

Lost, forgotten
in Grand Canyons
of cynicism deep.

What did I want when I was a boy?
What do I want now?

Have I become too cynical
with too much subtlety
and too little delight?

Lost, in mist and darkness
a dreamer of dreams
looking for signs and wonders.

A spark,
a chance

and something changes.

From nothing
from nowhere

and it is good
or could be.

We light the candle and hope
that when the long night is over
the light will remain.


The Second Candle of Advent

These candles are too small
the light of our fragile, flickering choice
against cold and angry voices,
lonely, broken tears,
and death -

What is a candle or two,
what is my raspy voice
even joined with yours

against a bleak midwinter that
never seems to thaw?
Against the longest night
and a day that never seems to dawn?

But we’ve lit the flame of hope
and now we burn for peace. 


The Third Candle of Advent

Do they know that I’m a fraud?
I don’t feel these things I say
and when I sing
the hymns collapse.

Rejoice
rejoice

The colors change
the candles burn

Rejoice
rejoice

The melody rises
and catches at the back of my throat

Rejoice
rejoice

I am not
but I will

rejoice


The Fourth Candle of Advent

A singer once asked me,
“Do I feel love where I used to feel hate?”

The days are shorter,
the sun is lower.
I am cold and tired.
My feet hurt.

Do I feel love?

Light another candle.
A little more light,
a little more love.

Do I feel love?

Is that why it hurts to remember?
What you did,
Why you left...

I can’t explain.

Forgive?

A little more love,
a little more light.


The Christ Candle of Christmas

At last, after the fever and the frenzy
after longing and loss
after all the things that have slipped away


The ancient and deep merge with the here and now.
A light in the darkness
A song in the silence

The mind, the heart
intellect and intuition
conscious and subconscious
together
whole

The blessed hope
the appearing
the hope of glory

I do not know about tomorrow
Outside, the gunfire continues
warbling emergency sirens fill the air
mothers weeping for their slaughtered innocents

But here
in the light of this flame
you are here.

As small and fragile as they are
we light these candles as a light in the darkness
and that will not be overcome.











Sunday, April 9, 2017

Who Is This? And What Does He Want? (Matthew 21: 1 – 11)



It may be difficult for us to admit or to accept, but it may not be possible for us to fully understand what is happening in this story, or what was intended by the one who recorded the oral traditions about Jesus into the form in which we have received them. Too much has been left between the lines, too much has been assumed. Relevant details that were still known and simply understood by the audience of the oral traditions were not recorded and we are left attempting to fill in the gaps. (Albright 251) The gospel writers rarely describe Jesus’ motives. The gospels give us his words and actions, but leave it to us to interpret, to figure it out; it’s up to us to supply the meaning. But we can only speculate. (Johnson 500)

Why did Jesus go to Jerusalem? Did he go intending to provoke a political conflict in the holy city? Did he go to challenge the religious leaders? Did he arrange the rental of the donkey with it owner beforehand, or was this an act of spontaneous generosity? Was Jesus making an open declaration of his messiahship after keeping it a secret for so long, or was that something only understood afterwards in 20/20 hindsight? The question asked by the people of Jerusalem that day is still with us: “Who is this?”

And when was that day? As recorded, this triumphal entry into Jerusalem took place in the spring just ahead of the celebration of pesach, that is the Passover celebration. But many of the details (the few details that are recorded for us) are connected to the autumnal festival of sukkot – the celebration of Booths or Tabernacles. The palm branches (Johnson 502), the shouting of “hosanna,” (Pope 291) and the hallel of Psalm 118 (quoted in Matthew’s story) were all part of the sukkot celebration. Did Jesus’ triumphal entry into Jerusalem actually happen in the fall rather than in the spring? And if so why did the gospel writers move it? If so, what does that change mean?

And that word, “Hosanna,” what does it mean? As used by Matthew it seems to be a word of praise in a cry of honor. “Hosanna to the Son of David! … Hosanna in the highest heavens!” But the Hebrew word is not an expression of praise, it is an imperative – a command: “Save us, now!” (Pope 291) Of the 31 times it is used in the Hebrew Bible (the Old Testament) 29 of those are addressed to the deity – to God, and the others are addressed to the King – God’s anointed agent. (Pope 290). Are we to understand that the people on that morning in Jerusalem were crying out to God and to God’s anointed one, the Messiah, to Jesus of Nazareth, for deliverance and salvation? “Save us, O Son of David! Save us, O Highest Heaven!”

Jesus was relatively unknown in Jerusalem. He’d spent most of his time in the region of Galilee. The gospel of John records at least four trips to the Holy City, but the synoptics (Matthew, Mark, and Luke) describe only this final visit. Did the owner of the donkey and her foal somehow know “the lord”? Did they make arrangements for Jesus to use the animals?  Did the shouting crowds gathered with palm branches recognize and acclaim Jesus as their king? Did Jesus ride upon the donkey and the foal specifically and deliberately in order to fulfill the ancient prophecy – reading it like a checklist of tasks to accomplish or did his actions (intended or no) fulfill those words? Or was it only applied after the fact?

It may be difficult for us to accept or to admit, but it may not be possible for us to fully understand what is happening here. Who is this? Who is this? And what does he want?

He comes riding into Jerusalem (whether in the fall or in the spring) as the victorious king – but this is a strange king and a strange victory. He is victorious with no shot fired and no swords drawn. A king proceeded and followed by palms instead of spears and pilgrim praise instead of warrior shouts. He is a king in lowly pomp (Milman). A king who banishes chariots and horses from Ephraim and Jerusalem, a king who puts away forever the bow and arrow and proclaims peace to the nations (Zechariah 9: 9 – 10).

This is not the kind of king we’d understand, or the victory we would expect. We’d anticipate that the king would launch a round of Tomahawk missiles at his enemies, launch another wave of Hellfire attack drones. We would assume that it would not be long before he sent troops to invade and put boots on the ground. The king we understand would not ride in lowly pomp, but would travel in comfort and in style fitting his status and his office, with dignity and honor and swelling pride.

Who is this? Who is this strange victorious king that does everything backwards and wrongway round?  He is Jesus the prophet king of Nazareth. He is the one who saves us from our sin, from our despair, from our death, the one who saves us from the miserable circumstances of our lives. We wave our branches and we shout hosanna! Rescue us! Save us from our anxiety, fear, poverty, and illness. Save us! Rescue us from our debts and doubts, our ignorance, enslavement, oppression and addiction. We shout hosanna! in praise and in supplication Save us, Son of David, we praise you. Rescue us, God of highest heaven, we praise you.

Who is this? This is Jesus the prophet king – who wins by losing, lives by dying, and defeats his enemies with love and forgiveness. Who is this? This is Jesus of Nazareth, the prophet king, who brings peace to the nations and peace to our lives.



Albright W. F. & C.S. Mann, Matthew: Introduction, Translation and Notes. Garden City, NY: Doubleday and Company, Inc. 1971. Print.

Johnson, Sherman E. “Matthew: Exegesis” The Interpreter’s Bible Volume 7. Nashville, TN: Abingdon Press. 1951. Print.


Pope, Marvin H. “Hosanna.” Anchor Bible Dictionary Volume III. New York, NY: Doubleday. 1992. Print.


Sunday, January 29, 2017

Blessed – Happy – Fortunate: We May Not Be Ready for This (A Sermon)


Matthew 5: 1 – 12
Micah 6: 1 – 8
1 Corinthians 1: 18 – 31
Psalm 15                                                                                                               

We are sometimes told that God has blessed the United States of America – and even more – that God has “blessed this nation more than any other on earth” (Graham “Facebook” ). American wealth and power are cited as evidence of God’s favor on America. Franklin Graham has said, “We have been the recipients of the choicest bounties of Heaven; we have been preserved these many years in peace and prosperity; we have grown in numbers, wealth and power as no other nation has ever grown” (Graham “Defining Moment”). So it must be obvious that God loves us best and has blessed us the most. Right? Right?

But this is rubbish. This is not the gospel or, at least, it is not the gospel that Jesus proclaimed. Wealth and power are not values of the Kingdom of Heaven. Egypt was rich and powerful once. Assyria, Babylon, Greece, Persia, Rome – they were rich and powerful as well; they each ruled the world for a time. But time passed and where are they now? These were not the nations that God blessed, that God chose as his own. No. Wealth and might are not signs of God’s favor and blessing on a nation. America should never be confused with the Kingdom of Heaven.

The Kingdom of Heaven places value not in wealth and power, but in poverty and weakness. And this sounds foolish to most of the world. It always has. The message of the Kingdom, the gospel of Christ is in the cross, and this is foolishness to the world. (1 Corinthians 1: 18 – 31) We proclaim a Christ crucified. We proclaim a Kingdom that values the poor, the mourning, the meek, and the merciful. This is not an empire built on coffers of gold and backed with bullets and bombs. This is something altogether different.

Jesus saw the crowds that were beginning to follow him and he left them to go up the mountain. There, away from the crowds, he sat down and began to instruct his chosen disciples. The crowds were not ready for this. Maybe we aren’t either.

Blessed – Happy – Fortunate (Albright 45) are the humble and poor in spirit for theirs is the kingdom of God. The difference between Matthew’s “Blessed are the poor in spirit” and Luke’s “Blessed are the poor” is very often noted, as it should be. But this difference does not get us off the hook. In America most of us are not poor. Not really. We may not be rolling in money. We may not be part of the 1%, but neither are we “poor,” not in the sense of the word that Luke uses.

We are comfortable, and so we cling to Matthew’s “poor in spirit” as a way to justify ourselves, and to include ourselves in this blessed category. “Luke’s blunt talk about the ‘poor,’ we are instructed, must be interpreted in light of Matthew’s fuller ‘poor in spirit,’ a classification to which we can all aspire since it has none of the rude realities of ‘material poverty’ (lack of food, clothing, shelter, employment) attached to it. ‘Spiritual poverty’ in fact becomes a Christian virtue, and we are encouraged to affirm a life-style that puts no premium on goods and possessions but equally does not suggest that we need to get rid of them (Brown, 89).” Reading the beatitudes only from the gospel according to Matthew is a way of letting ourselves off the hook without requiring any sort of compromise to our materialistic lifestyle.

But we must be careful not to “minimize Jesus’ gospel of liberation for the poor by interpreting poverty as a spiritual condition unrelated to social and political phenomena … a careful reading of the New Testament shows that the poor of whom Jesus spoke were not primarily (if at all) those who were spiritually poor as suggested in Matthew 5: 3” (Cone 79). The poor in spirit are the dispirited, the broken, the “losers” of this world.  Blessed are the poor. Blessed are the poor and humble in spirit, for theirs is the enduring Kingdom of God.

Blessed – Happy – Fortunate are those who mourn for they shall be comforted.  There’s a chorus that I remember singing in Sunday School as a child. I remember that it made me cringe then, and it still does, even more today:

I’m H-A-P-P-Y; I feel like I could fly.
I’m going to heaven; I’ll get there by and by.
My name is in the book; you’ll find it if you look.
I’m going to heaven by and by.
(Unknown)

I hate that song, but I do not want to discredit the idea that there is joy in the Christian faith. Neither am I suggesting that a state of mourning is blessed in and of itself. Depression is not divine and no grief is good. But those who grieve and those who mourn are blessed in the Kingdom of Heaven. “The world says, ‘Enjoy!” Christ says “Grieve!’” (Buttrick 281). The world is a sharp and dangerous place. It wounds us. It cuts us to the quick. And we mourn. We grieve. Let no one tell you to “forget about it.” Ignore anyone who tells you to “just get over it.” Blessed are those who mourn, those who feel the wounding of the world for they will be comforted by God.

Blessed – Happy – Fortunate are the meek, for they will inherit the earth – though, with the way things are, it often feels like maybe the meek will inherit what’s left of the earth after the rich and powerful have sucked away its resources and nuked the ashes. But blessed are the meek. The world derides the meek as pussies, as pansies. ‘Step up and be a man! Be forceful and strong! Take what is yours!’ they say. But in the Kingdom of God, the meek inherit what they would never seize by force (Buttrick 281).

The meek are not arrogant and forceful, they do not bully or belittle. They do not seek to destroy or defeat their enemies. Blessed are the meek for they will inherit the earth as a gift from God.

Blessed – Happy – Fortunate are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness. This statement, like Matthew’s “Blessed are the poor in spirit,” has been used to justify those like ourselves despite our lack of actual hunger and thirst. But this is no easy escape, no cheap grace. To hunger and thirst for righteousness is to hunger and thirst for something more than personal moral rectitude; it is a desperate hunger for justice and an unquenchable thirst for “equity and humanity” (Buttrick 283). Those who hunger and thirst for righteousness will never “get used to” those who would use their political power to abuse and mistreat the poor immigrant, and to close the doors on the refugee fleeing from war and destruction. Those who hunger and thirst for righteousness will not accept a status quo that leaves people starving for food and clean water while the wealthy and powerful minority live in profligate excess. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for justice and righteousness for they will have it.


Blessed – Happy – Fortunate are the merciful for they will be shown mercy. Oh mercy! But this is hard. “We do not train to be merciful here,” the world says. “Mercy is for the weak. Here, in the streets, in competition. A man confronts you, he is the enemy. An enemy deserves no mercy.” We are taught by this world to “Strike first! Strike hard! No Mercy, sir!” (Karate Kid) Mercy is foolish. Mercy says, “Father, forgive them,” even as they are killing us. But mercy is not pity. It is not a feeling. It is not a saccharine, sentimental sop. It is the recognition that all of us, at times, are cruel and selfish, proud and hateful and that God has loved us even still. Oh mercy! But mercy is hard. Blessed are the merciful for they shall be given mercy.



Blessed – Happy – Fortunate are the pure in heart for they will see God.  Blessed are those who seek truth, who honor and esteem truth as a treasure. Who can abide in the tent of God; who can ascend his holy hill? None but the pure in heart, only those who speak truth and will not slander. (Psalm 15) Blessed are those who value truth and not “alternative facts.” Blessed are the pure in heart for they will see the face of God.

Blessed – Happy – Fortunate are the peacemakers for they will be called children of God. Peacemaking is a “preventative task” (Buttrick 287) a preemptive task. Oh, we know all about preemptive invasions, do it to them before they have a chance to do it to us. But we know very little about preemptive peacemaking. We are reactive, responding to the outbreaks of violence with more violence, and still hoping to somehow make peace, instead of identifying those sources of unrest and injustice that lead to violence and correcting them before war breaks out. Instead of feeding the hungry and defending the oppressed, we allow them to suffer until they feel that violence is the only option.  We know something about peacekeeping, sorta’ but it’s a “peace through superior firepower” and that kind of peace does not last. We need to be peacemakers – building peace from the ground up. Blessed are the peacemakers for they are the children, the favored sons and beloved daughters of God.

I know that this sounds foolish, like a surefire way to end up broke down and beaten up. It is the foolishness and weakness of God chosen to shame the strong and wise of the world. If it were just the hippy-dippy, can’t we all just get along, “cloud of liberal optimism,” this would not be “good news.” It would be “a mockery of the present misery of the suffering” (Moltmann 59). This is something more than just the feel good musings of a bleeding heart liberal; this is the gospel of Jesus Christ and the gospel has teeth. It bites. 

I begin to understand why Jesus left the crowds and went up the mountain to speak these things to his disciples. The crowds were not ready for them. I’m not sure the disciples were either, and I’m not sure that we are, even today. I know my faults and failures. I know how far from these I am. They are hard. They bite. They challenge. They provoke.“To hear Jesus’ words of liberation requires a radical decision … a decision that defines theology as a weapon in the struggle of the little ones for liberation” (Cone 52). To hear these Beatitudes is to redefine our world and our place in this world. It is to reject the idea that wealth, and power, and privilege are our rightful blessings from God, and to accept the foolishness of the gospel of the Cross, and a kingdom that values the poor, the mourning, the meek, the merciful, the peacemaker.

Blessed – Happy – Fortunate, but we may not be ready to hear this.




Albright, W.F. and C.S. Mann, Matthew: Introduction, Translation, and Notes. Garden City, NY: Doubleday and Company, Inc. 1979. Print.

Brown, Robert McAfee, Unexpected News: Reading the Bible through Third World Eyes, Philadelphia, PA: The Westminster Press, 1984. Print.

Buttrick, George A. “Matthew: Exposition.” The Interpreter’s Bible Volume VII. Nashville, TN: Abingdon Press. 1951. Print.

Cone, James H. God of the Oppressed. San Francisco, CA: Harper San Francisco. 1975. Print.

Graham, Franklin – “A Defining Moment for our Country,” February 8, 2016.
Graham, Franklin – Facebook Post, October 19, 2016

The Karate Kid. Directed by John G. Avildsen. Columbia Pictures, 1984. Film.


Moltmann, Jürgen. “Response to the Opening Presentation.” Hope and the Future of Man. Philadelphia, PA: Fortress Press. 1972. Print.




Friday, January 13, 2017

Scraps and What Not


Every so often I page through the notebook that I carry everywhere and note the various bits of writing that I haven't done anything with. Here are a few bits that otherwise would have gone to waste:


*Though I’m only 41 (nearing 42), I’ve lived at least that long, and I’ll go on living till something better comes along.

*If I preach peace – and I do – it’s because I know I’ve been a beast to you.

*God, my Mother, gave birth to me and I was born again.


*The footmen have worn me out; I don’t want to run with the horses. (Jeremiah 12:5)

*Many of my friends say the word “Liberal” as if it were a swear, a vulgarity, but Psalm 37: 35 – 26 says the liberal are righteous.


Monday, November 28, 2016

O Come… Sermon for Advent 1 - 2017


Psalm 122
Isaiah 2: 1 - 5

First, I’d like to say: “Happy New Year!” You smile because you think I’m early, but I’m not. I’m right on time. We all live under several different calendars – those of us with school age children have the school calendar that begins in August and ends in May, In the Salvation Army our fiscal calendar begins in October and ends in September (I don’t understand it. I just use it.)  And in the Christian church we have the liturgical calendar, the church year that begins today – the first Sunday of Advent. So again, I say: “Happy New Year!” And may it be a happy one, filled with goodness and light.

In the summer of 1914 the world seemed fairly bright. Things were going well. There was hope and a sense that the world was moving forward into a brighter, healthier, wealthier future. This isn’t to suggest that there weren’t significant social issues that needed to be addressed, but there was a sense that the world was getting better.

International trade  was growing with traditional goods as well as new technologies: Electrical goods, chemical dyes, internal combustion vehicles, gold, diamonds, African rubber, South American cattle, Australian sheep, Canadian wheat, etc… goods were bought and sold around the globe. (Keegan 10 – 11)

Of that time, the English journalist Norman Angell wrote in his book, The Great Illusion (1910) that the disruption of international trade and credit that would inevitably be caused by the outbreak of war would either inhibit nations from going to war, or would force them to bring conflict to a swift resolution. (Keegan 10) Because war would be futile, and it was a matter of “enlightened self-interest,” to avoid going to war. (Angell 488)

This Belle Ɖpoque was further enhanced by the development of international laws. “It had been recognized then… that the peace of Europe was a matter for the concern of all European countries. There were certain categories of actions that were widely recognized as threatening the peace and security of all states, and as such actions were not supposed to be taken without prior consultation with the other governments” (Lafore 31).

There was also the growing recognition that continued the militarization of nation states would not protect the peace, but would lead to war. Tsar Nicholas II called for an international conference in 1899 to strengthen limitations on armaments and to found an international court dedicated to settling disputes between stations. Tsar Nicholas warned that the accelerating arms race – to produce ever larger armies, heavier artillery, and bigger warships – was transforming the armed peace into a crushing burden that weighs on all nations. (Keegan 17) “It appears evident, then, that if this state of things were prolonged, it would inevitably lead to the very cataclysm which it is desired to avert, and the horrors of which make every thinking man shudder in advance.” (Nicholas II)

And if the bonds of international trade and commerce guided by enlightened self-interest, along with the recognition of the need for international law and the need to check the increasing militarization of nations weren’t enough to keep the peace, there were also the bonds of familial relationships.  The leaders of many of the nations that came to be involved in “the great war” were related either by blood or marriage or both. The Kaiser in Germany was cousin to the Tsar in Russia. “It was broadly true that all European royalty were cousins; even the Hapsburgs of Austria, the most imperious of sovereigns, occasionally mingled their blood with outsiders; and since every state in Europe, except France and Switzerland, was a monarchy, that made for a very dense network of inter-state connections indeed” (Keegan 16).

But in the summer of 1914, when everything seemed good and bright, primed for the increasingly peaceful relations between nations, the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand in Sarajevo sent the world into an extended paroxysm of violent, bloody death, the likes of which the world had never seen, and from which – one hundred years later – we still have not fully recovered. The “war to end all wars” as it came to be known, did nothing of the sort.

World War One came to an end, only to flare up again a few years later in World War Two, which ended but not really. The cold war, Korea, Vietnam, Algeria, Yugoslavia, Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan… the War to End All Wars continues to be fought.

But it will happen. It will happen. It must happen. We must put an end to our incessant warring. The prophet Isaiah had this hope, this faith, this vision – that there would come a time when humanity would put away their weapons of war and learn the ways of peace.

“How desperately our world needs such a faith! Without its inspiration and its power to sustain our search for a way of peace, we are condemned to the dreadful prospect of wars succeeding wars until the human race destroys itself. We have in each generation the strange, tragic spectacle of men endowed with genius, yet wholly unable to learn the art of living together in peace. Even with bitter experience of the horrors of war, every proposal for peace is basically related to the use of force” (Kilpatrick 180 – 181).

The prophet dreams, and I dream and hope and am anxious for that time when I can “lay down my sword and shield down by the riverside, and study war no more.”




“Let’s go up to the mountain of Yahweh,” I rejoiced when they said that, because there we shall learn peace. There we shall learn the peace of God. There we can be united and whole with our weapons put away, our weapons melted down and the instruments of death turned into the tools of production. There our swords will melted down and made into plows and our spears will be hammered into sickles.

Blessed are the peacemakers. Blessed are the peacemakers – they have learned the ways of God and walk in his paths. Peace based on “enlightened self-interest” will not hold. Peace through continually increasing militarization – that is, peace through superior fire power, - is a lie. There is only the peace of God found in love, and grace, and forgiveness.

If we are sharpening our swords, instead of melting them down, then we have not learned the law of God; we have not gone up to the mountain of the house of Yahweh.

Come, please. O Come, let us go up to the house of God, up to the city of peace.


Angell, Norman, “The Influence of Banking on International Relations,” Speech to the Institute of Bankers, London. January 17, 1912. 

Keegan, John. The First World War. New York, NY: Vintage Books, 2000. Print.

Kilpatrick, G.G.D. “The Book of Isaiah: Exposition” The Interpreter’s Bible. Nashville, TN: Abingdon Press. 1956. Print.

Lafore, Laurence. The Long Fuse: An Interpretation of the Origins of World War I. Philadelphia, PA: J.B. Lippencott Company. 1965. Print. 

Nicholas II, “Peace Conference at the Hague 1899” 



Friday, November 11, 2016

I Do Not Know How To Say “Happy Veteran’s Day.”



I do not know how to say “Happy Veteran’s Day.”  How can a day set aside to honor those who have served, and are serving in our nation’s military be a “happy” day?

I say this not as a denigration of those who have served in the armed forces. It is not an insult. It is not a disparagement of the millions of individuals who have served in the military.

But every military conflict, every war, every battle, every casualty, every death represents humanity's failure to be kind, to be just, and to be peaceable. This is not a happy thing. 

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

A Blessing of Peace



Peace be with you,
and peace again
and a third time, peace.

You who are hiding in fear
behind locked doors
and wounded hearts

You who are frightened
by the violence of the past
and anxious of a darkened future

You who have loved and lost,
and fear to love
or trust or hope again.

Peace be with you,
and peace again
and a third time, peace.


(John 20: 19 – 26)

Sunday, March 20, 2016

Inevitably


A friend of mine took it upon herself to make a nice poster from a line from my sermon this morning. I think it's very nice, but was it inevitable?

Sunday, December 13, 2015

God’s Silent Song of Joy – An Advent Sermon


We’ve come now to the third Sunday of Advent – the Sunday usually marked for the subject of joy. In the first week we spoke of the coming messianic king, and the city where he rules, and the people of that community, as well as the name that they all (king, city, congregation) share–“Yahweh Is My Saving Justice.”  In the second week–last week–we spoke of another name, the name that God gives to his people forever, to the people who have wrapped themselves in the cloak of his saving justice–and that name is: “Peace through Justice, and Glory through Devotion.”

The first week’s sermon came from the writings of Jeremiah, and the second’s were attributed to (though not likely written by) Jeremiah’s sidekick and scribe, Baruch ben Neriah. In this third week we continue with another indirect connection to the prophet Jeremiah. Zephaniah, whose words we’ve read this morning, was a contemporary of Jeremiah.

However many biblical scholars believe that the portion of Zephaniah’s book that we’re looking at this morning (3:14 – 20) was added later by a student or disciple of the prophet. “Current study tends to assign the greater part of the book to the 7th century prophet, recognizing that the book may have been expanded in the exilic and post exilic periods” (Kselman 1078).  The two final psalms that bring this short prophetic book to a close bear significant differences from the rest of the words of the prophet–differences that may indicate another contributing author or editor.
However it was that the words came to us, we will speak, and sing, and shout for joy today:

“Shout for joy, daughter of Zion,
Israel, shout aloud!
Rejoice, exult with all your heart,
daughter of Jerusalem.”
(Zephaniah 3:14, NJB)

This extended holiday season between Thanksgiving and New Year’s Eve–which encompasses Advent and Christmas (as well as numerous holidays in other religious traditions) is often described as a season of joy. It is bright and cheerful. We put up trees, and wreathes, and decorations, and lights to warm our hearts against the cold winter winds and blowing snow (of which, we’ve had very little this year…).

We sing: “Joy to the World,” (Watts) and “Rejoice, rejoice this happy morn, a Savior unto us is born” (Boye). We sing: “Once again my heart rejoices as I hear, far and near, sweetest angel voices; ‘Christ is born,’ their choirs are singing, till the air ev’rywhere now with joy is ringing” (Gerhardt).

It is a time of festivities and parties, a time of celebration and joy.  We give gifts and eat special cookies. We gather with family and enjoy ourselves.

But, for many, the holiday season is not all warmth, and smiles, and Christmas joy. There is grief, and pain just below the surface. There is loneliness and weariness. It’s not often recognized but holiday depression is a very real thing. Though it is a myth that suicide rates increase during the Christmas season (Burton) many individuals feel socially isolated from their peers who seem to be enjoying themselves so much. Those who have lost a spouse or partner often find the holidays especially difficult to endure. And even those who usually find joy and good cheer during this time of year, may find themselves troubled by the news of the world. The days seem dark and the nights very long. Joy, for many of us, is hard to see. The song of Joy is difficult to hear.

I’ve said for the past two weeks that the season of Advent is a time of expectation, a time of preparation, and anticipation. We are looking forward to the joyful celebration of Christ’s coming–both the celebration of his coming as an infant in Bethlehem as well as his glorious coming again. But before we move forward into that joy it is important (and necessary) to look backwards first. Before we can go forward in anticipation of that great joy, we should look back to see where we’ve been.

Our text, these final two psalms of joy in Zephaniah’s book, is addressed to the Jewish exiles who’d been taken away into Babylonian captivity. These psalms bring a hopeful epilogue to a book otherwise focused on the judgement and destruction of the dark and dreadful “Day of the Lord.” But the coming of the day of Lord was, for Zephaniah, not only a time of grim punishment for the wicked –both in Judah and in the nations around – but also a day of salvation and restoration. It was both Retribution and Redemption. (DiGangi 99)

After the extravagant destruction of the city of Jerusalem, after the plundering and razing of Solomon’s temple, after long years of exile in a strange and distant land, the people of Judah, the inhabitants of Jerusalem, the people of Israel were encouraged to sing and rejoice because their time of trouble was over, their shame was lifted, their sentence repealed. They would go home again. They would stand on the hills and watch their children, once forcibly scattered, come back from the various places they had been taken.

Shout for joy, daughter of Zion,
Israel, shout aloud!
Rejoice, exult with all your heart,
daughter of Jerusalem.
(Zephaniah 3:14 NJB)

But even better than the opportunity to go home again.  Even greater than the restoration of their abducted children. Even greater than these things – they were to sing and shout for joy because Yahweh, their saving God and King would be there with them, would be there among them.

In his vision of the city of Jerusalem, just before its destruction, the prophet Ezekiel saw the Cherubim, those winged creatures that carry the heavenly throne of God, rise up from the center of the city, and “with the glory of the God of Israel” depart from Jerusalem. (Ezekiel 11: 22 – 23).  In another apocalyptic book attributed to (but not written by) Jeremiah’s scribe, Baruch is said to have heard a voice crying out from the abandoned temple:

“Enter, you enemies,
And come, you adversaries;
For he who kept the house has forsaken (it).”
(2 Baruch / Apocalypse of Baruch 8:2)

The people of Israel, the chosen people felt abandoned by God-forsaken, left to wither away and die in the despair of their Babylonian exile. But, after so many long years, the prophet tells them to Rejoice! You’re going home. Rejoice, your children are coming back to you. But most of all: Rejoice because God is with you.

When that Day comes the message for Jerusalem will be:
Zion, have no fear,
do not let your hands fall limp.
Yahweh your God is there with you,
the warrior-Savior.
(Zephaniah 3:16 NJB)

And, what is more, He will be rejoicing too.  He will be singing happy songs (Zephaniah 3:17 NJB)

But this is where the message gets a little difficult. The Hebrew of the text is fairly clear with its words, but what to make of them is problematic; which is why you’ll find such variety when you compare the various translations of Zephaniah 3: 17.

The Hebrew of that verse says: “He will be silent in his love.”

He will sing happy songs with the returning remnant of Israel – but he will be silent with his love. His song is a silent song. Some translations, like the KJV, take a different tack to this verse and translate it as “He will gather them that are sorrowful for the solemn assembly.” If the words are clear, the meaning is uncertain.

But I like to try to hold both of these possible translations together in my head. He will gather the sorrowful together for a solemn assembly / he will sing (silent) happy songs of love over the returnees.

There is joy in this holiday season. There is joy in the advent preparation for Christmas. But sometimes that joy is hard to find. Sometimes that song of love is hard to hear.

I think of the carol, “I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day”- which was based on a poem by Henry Wordsworth Longfellow-written during the sorrowful years of the American civil war. Longfellow’s wife had recently died, and his eldest son, Charles, had run off to join the union army without his father’s permission or blessing. It was only a few months before Charles was severely wounded in battle. And for the poet, the world seemed very bleak. The bells rang out on Christmas day, but there was no joy in their song.

“And in despair I bowed my head:
‘There is no peace on earth,’ I said,
‘For hate is strong and mocks the song
of peace on earth, good will to men.’”

For the people living in great darkness, under the shadow of death (Luke 1:79) the light of dawn seems very far away, and that song of joy is hard to hear. The people of Israel languishing in exile felt abandoned by God, lost in their darkness; they could not hear the song. African born slaves on plantations in the American south, listened for that song. People who’ve lost their husband or wife, or their children, listen hopefully for that strains of that song. Refugees fleeing the outbreak of war in their home countries cannot hear that song over the noise of explosions and gunfire. But God is singing a song of love for his people-great happy songs for those he loves.

The darkness of the world seems ready to swallow up the light of God’s presence. The noise and clatter of the events of our lives can drown out the music of God’s love for us. It is easy to despair. It is easy to give up, to say that God has given up on us, on me. It is easy to say we are lost and alone. Hate is strong and it mocks the song of love and joy and peace and goodwill.

But God is drawing those sorrowful people together for a solemn assembly. He is drawing us together with himself to sing for us and to us and over us.

“Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
‘God is not dead, nor doth he sleep;
the wrong shall fail, the right prevail,
with peace on earth, good will to men.’”
(Longfellow)

We are joyful because God is with us. This is the reason for the season: that God has come down and dwelt among us, has made his home, his temple within us. We rejoice because God is with us, even when his silent song of love is difficult to hear. We rejoice, even in our despair. We find hope and joy in God’s eternal, abiding presence.

In the dark shadows of our lives-God is with us. In the noisy clamor of our struggle-God is with us. He is bringing the light of hope and a song of love to the sorrowful people that he has gathered to himself for a solemn assembly. He sings this happy, silent, song of love into our hearts. And we sing and rejoice because he is here.

O come now, Living Water, pour your grace,
and bring new life to every withered place;
speak comfort to each trembling heart:
“Be strong! Fear not, for I will ne’er depart.”

Rejoice! Rejoice! Take heart and do not fear,
God’s chosen one, Immanuel, draws near.

(Lundblad)



Boye, Birgitte K. “Rejoice, Rejoice This Happy Morn.”

Burton, Neel, “Is Suicide More Common at Christmas Time: Seven Myths about Suicide.” Pscyhologytoday.com, December 23, 2012. 

DiGangi, Mariano. 12 Prophetic Voices: Major Messages from the Minor Prophets. Wheaton, IL: Victor Books. 1989.

Gerhardt, Paul. “Once Again My Heart Rejoices.”

Longfellow, Henry Wordsworth. “I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day.” 

Lundblad, Barbara K. “O Come, O Come Immanuel”  

Kselman, John S. “Zephaniah, Book of” The Anchor Bible Dictionary Vol. IV. New York, NY: Doubleday. 1992.

New Jerusalem Bible. New York, NY. Doubleday. 1999.


Watts, Isaac, “Joy to the World.” 

Sunday, December 6, 2015

Peace through Justice, Glory through Devotion - An Advent Sermon


In last week’s sermon for the first week of Advent drawn from the writings of the prophet Jeremiah, I spoke about the name of the anticipated messianic king, the name of the city where he would rule, and the name of the congregation that is assembled there. That name, we discovered, is: “The Lord is my Vindicator” (JPS) or “The Lord is my Righteousness” (NRSV) or “The Lord is my Saving Justice” (NJB).

I want to continue this second week of Advent thinking about longing, and about new names and justice. We’ll also continue our connection with the prophet Jeremiah, though only from a distance. One of the texts we’re looking at this morning is from Baruch 5: 1 – 9, part of what is known by Protestants as “the apocrypha” and by Roman Catholics as “the Deuterocanonical books.” It is attributed to Baruch ben Neriah (Baruch 1:1 /Jeremiah 43:6) who was the prophet Jeremiah’s amanuensis, that is: Jeremiah’s secretary, scribe, and sidekick. But most biblical scholars doubt that the historical Baruch[i] is the author of the book apocryphal / deuterocanonical book that bears his name. It seems to have been written much later.

I said last week that while Advent is a season of anticipation, of looking forward, in order to do so we need to go backwards first. And so we will.  The book claims to have been written five years after the Jewish people were conquered by the Babylonians and taken into exile and is intended to call the people to repentance, to pray for mercy, to encourage them to seek wisdom, and to give them hope for the future. As I said, however, it is unlikely that the book was actually written at that time. “The Babylonian exile was not a living reality for the author or editor of Baruch. Rather, it was a theological context for reflection on the covenant between God and Israel” (Goff 73).

And we will read it as such, for, like the Jewish people in Babylonian exile, and like those of the actual author’s time, we feel the encompassing darkness of despair and hopelessness. We are afraid. We worry about the future. In the cold December of our lives, the hopeless time of sin when shadows deep have fallen (Hawhee) we need comfort. We need joy. We need hope.

The world around us seems to be crumbling, shaking itself apart in paroxysm of doom, and violent outbursts of rage and destruction. We are a people in perpetual mourning as the news continues to bring us report after report of murder and mayhem. Churches are bombed; mosques are vandalized; synagogues are defaced. Children are shot in the streets. Bombs explode in cities around the world. Bombs are dropped on countries around the globe. Machines of war roll through the rubble of smoldering cities chasing millions of frightened refugees from homes. We lower our flags and hang our heads and we despair because the world has gone mad.

We are people who “live in darkness and the shadow dark as death” (Luke 1:79 NJB).

If we are frightened by world around us, who could blame us? We want to be safe. We want to be secure in our homes. We want our families to be protected and defended from danger. And the world is full of danger: many that we know, many more that we may not know. We want peace. We want to live in peace, but peace, like dawn, seems very far away to the people living in darkness and the shadows of death.

We want peace. We want to live in peace.  And in the long ages of the earth, one method of achieving peace has been tried and taught and tested over and over again. And even though it has failed to ever achieve peace, it continues with us. This age old idea is that peace can be achieved through strength, that peace can be maintained through superior firepower. President Theodore Roosevelt was neither the first, nor the last to utilize a “big stick ideology.” He wrote in his autobiography that “… a proper armament is the surest guarantee of peace” (Roosevelt), and in ancient Rome they said, “Si vis pacem, para bellum.” – If you want peace, prepare for war. The idea is the same.

But the big stick idea of “peace through strength” or “peace through superior firepower” has never really achieved peace anywhere in its long history.  The Motto of the United States’ Strategic Air Command “Peace through Strength, Victory through Devastation” is not very different than the words recorded by the Roman historian, Tacitus: “To ravage, to slaughter, to usurp under false titles, they call empire; and where they make a desert, they call it peace” (Tacitus).

But this isn’t peace. Not really. It is violence. It is war. It is fear, not peace. It is destruction and devastation. It makes only desert and desolation. It is all those things we say that we don’t want. Most people will usually agree with General William Tecumseh Sherman, who said that “War is hell.” But when we’re frightened or angered or threatened, we’re quick to pick up our weapons and go willingly into that hell and to unleash that hell on those we perceive to be our enemies.

But this is not peace. And if it does result in a cessation of warfare, it does not last. The defeated party suffers death and devastation; they are angry and humiliated and despairing. They may surrender in defeat, but they are not at peace. And the victors may receive the spoils of war, but they can never relax. Their strength must be vigilantly maintained. That firepower must be renewed incessantly. Vast resources must be consumed in order to maintain a paranoid level of preparedness – ever watchful, ready to inflict death and destruction, ready to unleash the next round of hell on earth. This is not peace. This is not freedom from fear.

Our reading from the Gospel of Luke today (Luke 1: 68-79) is the priest Zechariah’s words to his infant son, John, who would grow up to become John the Baptizer. Zechariah said to his boy:

Blessed be the Lord, the God of Israel,
for he has visited his people, he has set them free,
and he has established for us a saving power
in the House of his servant David,
just as he proclaimed,
by the mouth of his holy prophets from ancient times,
that he would save us from our enemies
and from the hands of all those who hate us,
and show faithful love to our ancestors
and so keep in mind his holy covenant.
This was the oath that he swore
to our father Abraham,
that he would grant us, free from fear,
to be delivered from the hands of our enemies,
to serve him in holiness and uprightness
in his presence all our days.
And you, little child,
you shall be called Prophet of the Most High,
for you will go before the Lord
to prepare a way for him,
to give his people knowledge of salvation
through the forgiveness of their sins,
because of the faithful love of our God
in which the rising Sun has come from on high to visit us,
to give light to those who live
in darkness and the shadow dark as death,
and to guide our feet into the way of peace.
(Luke 1: 68 – 79 NJB)

This is what we want, right? To be delivered from our enemies, without fear, to be saved from the hands of those who hate us. This is what we want, right? To have the fearful darkness of our lives dispelled by the rising Sun who guides our feet into the way of peace.

This is what we say that we want. But I’m not sure that we mean it.

Instead of peace we are pursuing war. As a nation we spend trillions for an ever expanding military preparedness, and as individuals we purchase more and more powerful firearms. On this most recent “Black Friday” (November 27, 2015) alone, the FBI’s National Instant Criminal Background Check System (NICS) performed 185,345 background checks on those individuals purchasing firearms. That’s enough to equip an army (Owens). We say that we want peace but we are preparing for war.

“Peace with a club in hand,” says an old proverb “is war.”[ii] This is not peace. The world has been making wastelands and calling it peace for millennia. It is time to say enough. We are tired of the desert. We are tired of the devastation. It’s time to say, “I’m going to lay down my sword and shield and study war no more” (Down by the Riverside) because peace through strength has not brought us peace.

“Come, let us go up to the mountain of Yahweh,
to the house of the God of Jacob
that he may teach us his ways
so that we may walk in his paths.”
For the Law will issue from Zion
and the word of Yahweh from Jerusalem.
Then he will judge between the nations
and arbitrate between many peoples.
They will hammer their swords into plowshares
and their spears into sickles.
Nation will not lift sword against nation,
no longer will they learn how to make war.
Isaiah 2: 3-4 (NJB)

In our text from the Apocryphal Baruch we read these words of hope:

Jerusalem, take off your dress of sorrow and distress,
put on the beauty of God’s glory for evermore,
wrap the cloak of God’s saving justice around you,
put the diadem of the Eternal One’s glory on your head,
for God means to show your splendor to every nation under heaven,
and the name God gives you for evermore will be,
“Peace-through-Justice, and Glory-through-Devotion.”
Arise, Jerusalem, stand on the heights
and turn your eyes to the east:
see your children reassembled from west and east
at the Holy One’s command, rejoicing because God has remembered.
Though they left you on foot
driven by enemies,
now God brings them back to you,
carried gloriously, like a royal throne.
For God has decreed the flattening
of each high mountain, of the everlasting hills,
the filling of the valleys to make the ground level
so that Israel can walk safely in God’s glory.
And the forests and every fragrant tree will provide shade
for Israel, at God’s command;
for God will guide Israel in joy by the light of his glory,
with the mercy and saving justice which come from him.
(Baruch 5: 1-9 NJB)

Last week we spoke about the coming of that messianic king, and the city and the people of the congregation whose name is “The Lord is our Vindicator” or “The Lord is our Salvation” or “Yahweh is our Saving Justice.” And we want that to be our name. We want to be that city of righteousness. We want to be that holy people. Just was we want the new name in this week’s reading: “Peace through Justice”

In his new year’s day message for the celebration of the day of peace in 1972, Pope Paul VI said, “"If you want Peace, work for Justice” (Pope Paul VI).  This is how peace is made. Not through bigger and more powerful and more abundant weapons. More guns will not make peace between us and our enemies. More tanks, more bombs, more missiles will not bring us peace to the earth.

There is no Peace without Justice.

Do we want to live at peace and security? Then we must pursue justice. We must put down our weapons and work for righteousness. We must stop threatening each other and begin to work for the good of everyone. This is how you make a lasting peace that is something more than the devastation and ruin of the desert. 

We must put off the garments of sorrow and distress and fear and put on the new clothes that God has for us; we must wrap ourselves in the cloak of God’s justice. Justice for everyone. There can be no exploitation of the weak, there cannot be two standards of justice-one for the rich and powerful and another for the poor and marginalized, in this beautiful city called “Peace-through-Justice, and Glory-through-Devotion.” The people of God, who really and truly want peace, must not be ready and waiting to call down fire from heaven, to unleash hell on their enemies.  The people of God will seek justice – even for their enemies, so that there will be no cause for them to be enemies.

This is true and lasting peace, without fear, without the shadow of death hanging overhead.

We are to be, during this season of Advent, preparing ourselves for the coming of Jesus, both in our celebration of his birth in Bethlehem and in his glory at the end of all things. But how are we to prepare for the coming of the prince of peace if we are still preparing for war?

In a recent morning mediation, Pope Francis said: “Jesus weeps, because we have chosen the way of war, the way of hatred, the way of hostility. This is even more glaring now that we are approaching Christmas: there will be lights, there will be celebrations, trees lit up, even nativity scenes... all decorated: the world continues to wage war, to wage wars. The world has not comprehended the way of peace.” (Pope Francis)

This Advent season, when the world around us seems lost in the darkness of death and fear and perpetual war, let us begin the dawning of a new light, the light of God. Let us work for justice-in our homes, in our cities, in our states, in our nation. Let our name be: “Peace-through-Justice, and Glory-through-Devotion.” Do we want to, as the slogan says, “Keep Christ in Christmas”? Then let us begin even now during this time of Advent. Let’s put down our weapons and build up that city of Righteousness with justice for all. We will be fair, acting without discrimination, without hatred and without fear. This is how to celebrate Christmas. This is how to make peace.

Let us bring Glory to God in the highest heaven and make peace on earth (Luke 2: 14). 








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Pope Francis. “The Way of Peace.” Vatican. November 19, 2015. 

Pope Paul VI. “If You Want Peace, Work forJustice.” Vatican.  January 1, 19712. 

Roosevelt, Theodore. Theodore Roosevelt: an Autobiography. 1913.

Tacitus. Agricola. Oxford Revised Translation. 1897.




[i] And Historical he may have been. In 1975 a clay bullah (an impression of a seal in clay) was found with the inscription, “[belonging to] Baruch son of Neriyahu the scribe.” The authenticity of this find is debated, but the potential is certainly there.

[ii] Described across the internets as a “Portuguese proverb” but I can’t find an authoritative source.

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Biblical Limericks: Peace and Righteousness are Well Met


Salvation’s close, not something to miss,
God glories in a land such as this.
Where love and faithfulness
can meet without distress,
peace and righteousness each other kiss.

Psalm 85: 9 - 10

Monday, May 11, 2015

A Backyard Offering


I come with milkweed
for the monarch of the moon
and golden sun flowers
for the king of heaven-
a backyard offering

oil for healing
and bitter boiled water
for the reduction of fevers,
true symbols of good luck
and nuclear disarmament

it is not much,
I know

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

This Christmas Commercial Is not a Victory of Christmas



It happens every year during the Christmas season; someone trots out the heartwarming story of the time that British and German soldiers during World War One put down their weapons on Christmas Eve and met each other in the no-man’s land between the barbed wire and the trenches to celebrate the birth of the Prince of Peace together.  It’s not yet Advent.  It’s not even Thanksgiving yet, but already the story is “blowing up the internet,” and going viral. First out of the gate this year seems to be the British supermarket, Stainsbury’s.




But I don’t think the story (the true story… it really happened...several times  ) is very heartwarming.  It seems, to me, to be more of a failure than a win.   The sentimentalist voice says, - Look, they laid down their weapons, they traded gifts, they sang carols together.  They played football together.  Awww. Warm fuzzies all around, there's a lump in our throats, and tears welling up in our eyes.

But the very next day they were shooting and shelling each other again.  That needs to be emphasized. 

Yes.  For one brief shining, glorious moment, those soldiers recognized and put into practice the meaning of Christmas.  But  they refused to continue in it.  They knew the right and the good thing to do – but they refused to do it. Forget peace. Pick up the rifle.

The commercial produced by Stainsbury’s swells with a lush arrangement of the hymn “Leaning, leaning, leaning on the everlasting arms,” and effectively demonstrates that the “everlasting arms” upon which the world continues to lean are not the arms of God, but the fire-arms used to kill the enemy.


This story (and the advertisement that exploits it for Christmas sales) is not a victory of Christmas.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

I Went to See the Holy Man


“Acquire a peaceful spirit and thousands around you will be saved.” -Saint Seraphim of Sarov

I went to see the holy man
in his isolation;
I went to hear him at his prayers,
seeking consolation,
but the forest was full of bears.

I went to see the holy man
in deep contemplation;
I wanted that peaceful spirit
that saves a generation,
and the silence that comes with it.


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