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Don’t be a gum-ball dispenser.

The Gospel of Mark is somewhat difficult to preach on.  The writer/storyteller of Mark was not given to detail.  You get the impression that s/he was in some enormous hurry, and couldn’t be bothered to tell you what anyone was feeling, or why they were inclined to do what they were doing.  It happened–that was enough.  (And then, IMMEDIATELY, something else is happening.)

So we get a pericope like this week.  Aside from my discomfort with Peter’s mother-in-law’s first action, post-miracle: begin to cook for a party (Because of course it is!), I felt like the story was somewhat of a rehash of what came before.  He heals people!  He proclaims things!  People are impressed!  And on we go at a breakneck pace.

Sometimes, the only thing to do in cases such as these is to consult with others.  For this, God has gifted the postmodern-day preacher with social media, which overfloweth with sermon fodder round-about Saturday night.  Also, you should count yourself as extremely lucky if you have fantastic friends (like I do) who listen to your incoherent ideas, and nod understandingly, and kindly offer their own (much better) ideas.

Seriously, what did the actual olden-day circuit-riders do when they were stuck for ideas?!

February 5, 2012

Epiphany 5, Year B

Mark 1:29-39

 

Stephen Colbert is a comedian.  He has a TV show, in which he inhabits the persona of a narcissistic pundit, basically all the worst traits of the media talking heads cast into sharp relief, and rolled into a single person.

 

It’s a funny show, it’s popular, his book sold well.  Most people would consider that a career well accomplished.  And then he decided to create a SuperPac for the 2012 election.  So far, said PAC has raised over a million dollars, made generous offers in the SC newspapers to both the Republicans and Democrats to sponsor their primaries, suggesting it would be not unlike the Doritos Fiesta Bowl, and run several very surreal campaign ads, including one that declared Mitt Romney was a serial killer, because if corporations are people, how many has he killed in his time at Bain Capital?!

For about a year, Colbert has basically been playing with the intricacies of campaign finance law on late night TV, something normally left to lawyers, and which has resulted in lots of confusion, and some anger, among actual media people.   And all of this ends up revealing several things– SuperPACs can do just about anything they want, satire did not cease to be potent after Jonathan Swift, and at this point, your average young adult in Colbert’s audience now has a better grasp of campaign finance law than the average American does.  Turns out, the comedy serves a purpose.

 

Jesus, by this point in Mark’s Gospel, has been healing all over the place.  He healed the man with the unclean spirit in the synagogue, as we heard last week, and so now, having finished with that, he heads home to Peter’s house, where he heals his mother-in-law. And then most of the town.  He’s on a roll.

But then, he up and quits.  Why?

 

Aside from being well- deserving of a break, at this point in the narrative, Jesus also needs a pause to regroup.  To refocus on his mission.  Which was not just healing sick people, although that was a part of it.  His mission was bigger, more inclusive than that.

 

For first-century Palestinians, healing was great!  But lots of people could heal.  It’s not like they had regularized medicine to any great degree– healing and cures tended to occur somewhat spontaneously and regularly, since the expected course of events was: you got sick, and that was the end of you.  Healers were a dime-a-dozen.

 

So were charismatic preachers.  So were political figures.  The crowd outside the door was used to people like that.  and it was perfectly content to have Jesus stay there in Capernaum, dispensing healings and miracles like a really awesome gumball machine.

 

But Jesus decides to leave.  Because for Jesus, the important part is not the healings themselves, the important part is what the healings point towards.  What the miracles signify.

 

These healings aren’t meant just to prop up life the way it was– -they signify a world that is beginning to be profoundly changed.  The healings of Jesus point to the ultimate reality where all creation is reconnected with God.  Where the signs of our brokenness, our failings disappear.  A reality where all humanity, all creation is redeemed, and functioning as a whole.  A holy creation, in harmony with itself and it’s creator.

Because the individual Healings are great, I have no doubt but that the people really appreciate it, but healings are only part.  They’re like signposts,  breadcrumbs.  They’re too small.  Jesus’s job wasnt to be the next magic worker in the Galilee, healing the comparatively few people who wandered by.  It was ultimately, to heal the whole world.

 

And we see this starting even in the story– Peter’s mother in law, once healed, gets up and serves them.  Aside from my immediate thought that the poor woman had just escaped death, and she couldn’t get a moments peace out of the kitchen? She sets a pattern that the other recipients of healing will follow.  Out of her healing comes caring for those around her.  She becomes an icon of a reality where all are cared for, as she feeds those who come to her.

 

Ultimately, we have to take over and play our part in holy creation.  We who claim to have knowingly received the healing love of God have to become similar icons of this new reality, where all are fed, all are welcomed, all are loved, and all creation is made whole. This is what we promised, right, at our baptism– will you seek and serve Christ in all persons, loving your neighbor as yourself?  Will you strive for justice and peace among all people, and respect the dignity of every human being?

 

But so often, we too, get stuck in the ‘gumball dispenser” mode.  We perform the modern day- nonJesusy equivalent of individual healings,both as individuals and as a church.  We tell ourselves that the way it has been is the way it always has been, and always should be, Amen.  We tell ourselves that telling the truth  isn’t nice, and God wants us to be nice, above all else.  And we devote ourselves to the time honored work of making everyone like us, or at least, not publicly hate us.

 

And there is again, some value to this. It does  make a lot of people happy!  It’s safe!  Sometimes, it’s even helpful!  But is it what we are actually called to do?  Or are we still just performing for whoever wanders by our door, and not pointing to our wider message, not living our new reality.

 

Because we’re meant to be tiny little  outposts of God’s new world, each of us, and all of us together.   And this is a calling that will, at times, require us to be seen as not nice, and will confuse and befuddle people and may even make them angry.   But we’re called to live and proclaim the wide message of God’s redeeming work in the world to everyone, even if that gets us in trouble sometimes.  We’re meant to play our part in the drama of creation,and recreation that God is working out in the world, with our individual talents and strengths, and quirks and weaknesses, and foibles.  Each of us.   All of us.

 

Jesus can heal people.  You and I have proclaiming to do.

 Amen.

No One Is Alone

There are some things you experience, and you immediately think, “Yea, and verily! This shall be a sermon!”  (And then, you immediately vow to stop watching so much Downton Abbey, because it’s making you talk funny.)

For me, Into the Woods was one of those experiences, and I’m only amazed it took me ten (!) years to write a sermon about it.

Here is the sermon:

January 29, 2012

Epiphany 4, Year B

Mark 1:21-28

The musical “Into the Woods” tells the familiar fairy tale stories of

Cinderella, Red Riding Hood, Rapunzel and her prince, Jack and his

beanstalk, and a baker in search of a child. All mixed together and put to

Sonheim’s music. Everyone pursues their wishes into the woods, crossing

paths as they go, their stories faithfully narrated by a trusty narrator, until,

as expected, everyone gets their happily ever after ending.

And hooray! Everyone sings and dances as they celebrate the fairy-tale

truism that the good have been rewarded, the naughty have been

punished, and those who sought their wishes have gotten what they

wanted, and the story is over.

The only hint that this might not actually be the end of the story, is the sight

of a beanstalk rising up into the sky, a figure of a giant descending, and the

narrator shouting, “to be continued!” as the curtain falls.

On the end of act 1.

Apparently, this was not enough of a hint for one preview audience, and this group

of senior citizens departed, all excited over this delightful, but short, new

show they had seen, before the director chased them to the parking lot and

brought them back so they could see the second Act.

Which is where it really gets good. The first act is about familiar stories of

getting what you want: the second act is about the consequences to

everything and everyone around you when you get what you want.

And that’s the part that we have the most trouble dealing with. Whether it’s

fairy tales, politics, sports, or whatever it is, we have a hard time

comprehending that the world is constructed like a pond, and actions ripple

outward– they don’t stay magically confined to one person or place. Throw

a rock into the pond, and the ripples extend on and on. The consequences

ripple out in all directions. You, me, rock, pond, water…

The world, as it turns out, is profoundly interconnected.

And so, when Jesus comes along, and starts talking to demons, like in

Mark tonight, remember that rock thrown in the water, and remember the

beanstalk rising in the sky. Because the reality that the world is in fact

interconnected and intertwined is something we tend to struggle with on a

good day, never mind when we are also trying to wrap our heads around

the good vs. evil stuff.

Jesus has come into Capernaum, which is sort of his home base in the

Galilee. He heads into the synagogue and starts teaching. In response to

his teaching, a man who is described as “demon-infected” comes in, and

the demons start yelling at Jesus.

“what have you to do with us, Jesus of Nazareth? Have you come to

destroy us? I know who you are– the son of the Most High.”

Its this weird quirk in Mark that the demons always recognize Jesus, when

no one else does, and also that Jesus himself really doesn’t want people to

know who he is– it’s the messianic secret.

It’s also this weird quirk, that upon recognizing him, the demon asks “Are

you here to destroy us?”

Now, there are a lot of ways to parse these stories of exorcisms in the

gospels. First century schizophrenia, some sort of mental illness, actual

demonic possession, or an elaborate metaphor that the writer of Mark

thinks is instructive. All of those explanations Work, sort of, more or less,

but as is usually the case when you start worrying about factual accuracy

over truth in story, they miss the big picture. All tree bark, and no woods.

But ultimately, there are two things at work here– big picture. The idea that

evil exists, and that evil is systemic, and can’t be so easily isolated.

And we know that evil exists. I doubt hearing me say that is a surprise to

anyone. Evil exists when people are made to suffer, when humans are

abused, when the goodness of creation is destroyed and shamed, when

the hope that is born in each of us is snuffed out by what we experience.

Evil exists– evil is what works against the will of God for a good and whole

creation.

And that’s tricky, because that’s not something that can be personified,

isolated, and easily eliminated. Hitler was evil, but Hitler didn’t pull off the

Holocaust by himself. Slavery was evil, but who, particularly, should we

blame for that? The slave owners, or the rest of the country who bought

the goods produced by the slaves so cheaply?

Whenever we start to believe that we can destroy all evil, just utterly

destroy this one person, group of people, this one idea, and it will all be

fine, and we’ll all be safe forever, then we have forgotten that the line between good

and evil runs not between people, not between political parties, or

ideologies, but straight through every human heart. And Jesus alone is in

charge of all that.

And in fact, that’s not what Jesus did. Jesus in these stories, confronts the

demons. He names them, he calls them what they are– evil that afflicts the

creatures of God.

But he always heals the person. These are as much healing stories as

they are exorcisms. Jesus always sees the child of God within and

redeems it.

Because ultimately, no evil is so bad that it can withstand God. No evil is

so bad that it cannot be redeemed by Christ. The demons always lose.

Always. They always get cast out in the end.

When we call out the evil we see, when we confront it, we are taking part in

the work of God that’s already been accomplished and done.

So no, we are never able to save the world, we’re never able to destroy all

evil, but we don’t have to– God’s done that bit. All we have to do is shine

the light of Christ.

And when we do that, as small as it may seem, and as insignificant as it

may feel, we’ve begun to participate in God’s own story in the world.  And nothing on heaven and nothing on earth, changes the way that story ends.

Amen.

And for good measure–  the song referenced in the title:

Inconceivable

If my geeky brain serves correctly, there was an old form of preaching in Judaism wherein a rabbi would take the given text for the day, which was somewhere in the Torah, and begin his sermon somewhere entirely different, on a totally random verse elsewhere in the Tanakah.  Like if the assigned text was the calling of Abram into covenant with YHWH, you would start out by quoting something off the wall, like Proverbs 5:15 “Drink water from your own cistern; and fresh water from your own well.”

And from there, you’d basically leap-frog via associations both linguistic and theological through the scriptures until you arrived at the assigned verse for the day.  The farther away your starting point was, and the more associations you made, and the more verses you included, the more brilliant a preacher you were considered to be by the congregation.

I’m not about to try this out anytime soon (any more than I’m about to improvise jazz singing in the pulpit.  Other people’s art forms, as much as they might impress me, generally just make me look like a crazy person if I attempt them, especially out of context.)  But there’s something about the exuberance of the enterprise that I enjoy.  I like the idea that nothing at all, is off limits in preaching, and that we should silence the voice in our heads which pipes and says “Are you allowed to talk about THAT in a sermon?!”

To that end, I offer the following YouTube clip, for all things are better when performed by Legos:

And here is the sermon:

January 22, 2012

3 Epiphany, Year B

Mark 1: 14-20

In the movie, “The Princess Bride”, the villianous mastermind Vizzini kidnaps the princess Buttercup, with the help of the master swordsman Inigo Montoya and the giant Fezzig.  As they are escaping on their ship, Vizzini declares any chances that they shall be caught ‘inconceivable.’  And yet, as they continue to head for a neighboring country and safety, the pursing ship begins to catch up with them.  “Inconceivable” declares Vizzini!  Then Buttercup dives overboard, in a desperate desire to escape.  “Inconceivable!”  cries Vizzini!  Finally, upon reaching land, the band of miscreants ascend straight up the cliffs with their captured princess, only to be pursued again by the captain of the other ship.  Again, Vizzini pronounces this turn of events “Inconceivable!”  Inigo Montoya turns to him.  “You keep using that word.  I do not think it means what you think it means.”

As Christians in 2012, we come quite a bit after those who first constructed the language of our faith–about 2,012 years after, to be exact.  Words like “repent!”, “grace”, “believe”, “faith” all started out meaning one specific thing, with specific connotations and allusions built in, and now, to us, they mean something different.  They sound different.

And this isn’t a bad thing.  It’s an effect of time, and Time, as Jesus points in the gospel, is not apart from the workings of God.  Time builds up, Time accrues for us down the line of history, and those of us who come after the earlier disciples and generations before have a lot more of this linear history to sort through–some helpful, some not as helpful.  But all of it there.

And so, when Jesus appears, after the arrest of John the Baptist, in today’s gospel, declaring that the Time has been fulfilled, and the kingdom of God has come near, so we should Repent, and believe the Good news….what is it that we hear, today in 2012?

Whatever it was they heard back then, evidently it was enough to inspire all these fisherfolk to immediately abandon their promising careers on the sea, their families, their homes, and tramp around in the wilderness after Jesus.  It was enough to make them get up and change their lives.  This declaration of “the time has been fulfilled, repent and believe the good news.” was some sort of freeing magic.

But for us today, sitting on the opposite end of the timeline….. Well, for me at least, it doesn’t seem that motivating, that inspiring.  It doesn’t sound like the sort of message that prompts all of Mark’s gospel– it sounds like a rather good bumper sticker on someone else’s car, or the title of a pamphlet someone would stick under my door.  Not something that’s going to motivate me to head anywhere at all.

Maybe the weight of time has squashed the message a bit.  Or maybe these words don’t mean what we’ve come to think they mean– all bumper sticker slogans and catch phrases.

And if that’s the case, then we should find a better way of explaining ourselves.  We should find some new words. Because if all we have to tell our story is advertising catch-phrases off the TV and slogans stolen from radio talk shows, then no one is going to be leaving their nets anywhere.  So maybe we need some new words.

Ok.  Let’s take a swing at that.

“the time has been fulfilled.  The kingdom of God has come near, repent and believe the good news.”

For starters, “time” has two words in Greek.  Chronos, which is the linear sort of historical time that I’ve been talking about so far.  The sort of time where I can tell you that this service will probably take up 1 hour of your time– the very mundane sort of time marching forward.  But Jesus is talking about kairos, which is the sort of time in which God operates.  Time which isn’t on a line, that sort of thing we experience through our memory, or in our imagination, when past becomes present and merges into the future.  Time that bends and shifts depending on what is happening.  That’s what has been fulfilled.

The realm in which God works, where God is actually fully in charge, the kairos, has now broken through into our mundane timeline.  The kingdom of God, where the poor are taken care of, the outcast are welcomed, the sick are healed, the lame leap for joy, the oppressed set free, is emerging in our own world.

So we should do what?

“repent” has started to become associated with guilt, and shame, and feeling very bad about oneself.  Repent literally means turn around, to go back.  It’s an action, not a feeling.  It’s not a command to feel something, it’s a command to do something.  It’s a command to come back.  Come back home.

Come back home, and believe in the good news of what God is doing.  Participate in the emerging world that God is creating, right before our eyes.  Participate in the good news of a world made whole, where all are cared for, all are welcomed, all are loved, all are fed.  Because it’s starting right now, in the actions and person of this guy, Jesus, and you, you personally, are needed.

Imagine what would happen if we took that message into the streets.  Imagine what would happen if we went far and wide, proclaiming that God had jumped into our boring, broken, unfair world in order to make it whole, just and loving, and that everyone’s talents were needed in this new project.  If we really proclaimed that message, and backed it up with how we lived, how many people could stay in their boats then?

Could anyone stay as they had been before? If we really lived out the call?

Inconceivable.

Hail Mary, kick some butt.

So, admittedly, I stretched the lectionary a bit here. But in my opinion, right now we could all do with two weeks together of contemplating the Magnificat. For it is awesome. As a summary of the gospel, you cannot do much better than that.
(Also, there be pictures in this sermon!).
So here:

Rev. Megan L. Castellan
December 11, 2011
Advent 3
John 1, Magnificat

All religious figures eventually develop schizophrenia. It’s quite unfortunate, but it’s a common side effect of being venerated by humans for any length of time whatsoever. Jesus Christ becomes simultaneously the figure of meek and passively love for the world, and the avenging Judge of the World, Complete WITH flaming Sword action. God becomes the all-merciful, all-compassionate, all-loving source of Endless Creativity in the Universe, and also the Gigantic Wrathful Parental Figure in the Sky who is about to send you straight to hell without supper or $200. It’s rough.

And then there’s Mary. Ah, Mary, full of projections.

If you listen to most (western, old-school) depictions of Mary, she is pretty straight-forward. Mary is meek! Quiet! Passive! Excellent at taking directions! Her claim to fame is saying ‘yes’ when an angel appeared out of the literal blue and said, “Excellent news, unwed teenage girl! You are pregnant! Sound good?” (Reading between the lines, here, Mary is also none too bright.).

She is depicted in lovely (non-threatening, very flattering) shades of blue, and pink. And she’s always paler than me. Which, to put it in perspective, makes it look usually like she’s about to die tragically in the final stages of some medieval opera of consumption– not raise a healthy Galilean kid. Extra points if she’s got blonde hair, or hair paler than mine. Double points if her eyes are blue.

Turns out, I have some problems with this Mary.

Hyperdulia (great word! Look it up!) or the elevation of the mother of Christ above other saints is something I came late to. And it was because of this version of Mary. I couldn’t understand her. She wasn’t compelling. I’ve never been able to pull off meek and mild– how am i supposed to relate to her? Yet I sat in church, and saw popular piety instruct me that I really should be like her.

Then,bored, in college, as you do, I reread the Gospel of Luke. And realized that Mary in the story of the Annunciation, was almost unrecognizable to me. The Mary who emerged wasn’t the meek and assenting milquetoast of old sermons– she was that girl from the Tanner painting– she who stares at the column of light as if God is playing a really uncomfortable trick on her, and had best be explaining himself, because what the heck, YHWH?

behold, the painting!

Her response to the angel isn’t “Of course!” Her response is “how can this be?”. In other words, “check your facts, you angelic loon.”. She’s not blindly assenting, she questions the crap out of that guy. THEN and only Then, does she agree, but when she does, she doesn’t just say Yeah, ok. It’s a conditional assent– let it be to me according to your word. This is not an “anything goes, you’re the boss,” sort of assent. The deal has been explained satisfactorily, and Mary is agreeing to its terms. (How are you, first century agency?)
And THEN. Then, Mary launches into the most kick-ass, non-meek section of scripture that there freaking is. She goes to visit Elizabeth, and in greeting, sings the Magnificat.
And spoiler alert, in so doing, she pretty much sums up the entirety of the gospel message. What Jesus will get tossed out of the synagogue for saying in his first sermon, Mary lets loose with right here.

He has looked with favor on his lowly handmaid, from this day forth all generations shall call me blessed. He has scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts– He has shown strength with his arm, he has cast down the mighty from their seat, and has exalted the humble and weak, he has filled the hungry with good things, and the rich he has sent empty away.

This is not meek language, this isn’t a submissive speech. This Mary isn’t sitting quietly in a corner, waiting for God to tell her what’s going to happen next– she’s boldly proclaiming her experience of a world flipped upside down, and her central role in it.
Right here, this is where this version of Mary takes form. Not so much the cardboard figure of purity, but the complex icon of what it means to be a human, interacting with God.

Mary is us, complexity and all. Being confused by God, being delighted by God, being frustrated by God, wishing God would stop already with the annoying little parables and just say something straight out like a normal person…Mary is the human caught up in the dance of divinity, with all the emotions, joys, and struggles that come along with it.

And as we watch Mary’s journey through the gospel, God is ok with full range emotions, Jesus is ok with normal humans. God chose the lowly, the normal, the talkative teenage girls– not the precious moments figurines. (why make her into what she isn’t, what we can’t be?). God used her as she was. God needs us as we are. Not as what someone else tells us we should be. But just as we are, in all our human complexity.

And the intriguing thing about Mary is that despite our constant tendency to shrink her down to size, when she appears in visions, it’s in the terms of those she appears to. To Bernadette at Lourdes, Mary appeared as a French teenager. To Juan Diego at Guadalupe, she appeared as an Aztec princess.

Because really? The example of Mary remains true– God doesn’t need Precious Moments figurines, or marionettes. God needs us. The angel informs Mary “With God, all things are possible”. In other words, you’re in this too, kid. Just as you are.

So hail Mary, full of grace and spunk. And teach us to sing along with you, as best we can. Amen.

This sermon was partly inspired by a series of icons by Br. Robert Lentz OFM, like this one. In Latin American liberation theology, oddly, Mary is often overlooked, despite the widespread devotion to her there. If I ever write a PhD dissertation, it will be on this. Anyway! This icon! Mary as the Mother of the Disappeared–Those taken by the death squads in the 1970s..

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Oreos are vegan. I cannot speak to Cheez-Whiz.

When I was a child, to make sure that my brother and I were paying attention in church, my parents would quiz us about what the sermon was about.

(Much learning came about in church, as it happens.  How to read music from the hymnal.  How to read, period, from the prayer book.  How to drive, from my mother, in an effort to panic my father enough to make him stop talking and hurry up and get in the car, already.)

The quizzing, though, had varying results.  I really can’t tell you what any of those sermons were about, but gosh darn it, at one point there was a story about baby turtles having a high infant mortality rate, and in another sermon, Jesus Christ Superstar was misquoted.

I’m sure the actual point of these sermons was very edifying.  I did grow up in the sure and certain knowledge of a loving God who wasn’t inclined to damn me to the fiery pits of hell, and that had to come from somewhere.

But there are times when the illustration sort of trumps the actual God part.  Or the story just takes on a life of its own.

I’m working through a back-log here, but this is the sermon I preached when I went back to the church where I interned during my discernment process in college.  They were kind enough to invite me when they heard I would be back in town, nice and generous people that they are.

Long story short, after each service, I found myself shaking a lot of hands and trying to talk many well-heeled Virginia Episcopalians out of trying the Oreo-CheezWhiz combo.  Possibly this will be the next culinary fad to hit the East Coast.

Anyway.  Here it is.

 

November 20, 2011

Last Sunday after Pentecost, Christ the King

Matthew 25: 31-49

 

First things first– thanks for having me back!  It’s wonderful to see you all again, and always good to come home for a bit.  So thank you for this opportunity.

 

One of the more pleasant jobs I’ve been tasked with as a roving young priest in Arizona, has been the chaplain for summer camp.  For the past two summers, I have gotten to be the chaplain for both the week of counselor training, and for a week of children’s camp.

 

And it’s gone pretty well.  The discussions about the parables were fruitful, the kids seemed intrigued and on board, the staff seemed happy, the counselors seemed content and remarkably engaged.

 

Except for one.

 

There was one counselor that I just couldn’t get a read on– Skylar.  He just wouldn’t talk. No matter the topic, no matter what, he would sort of sit and gaze at whatever was happening– counselor meeting checkin, bible study, whatever.  He wouldn’t do this with his cabin– with the little kids he was fantastic, and they’d follow him around like tiny little ducks.  But with me, and the other counselors, he was incommunicado.

He’d just come into the daily checkin meeting, sit down and very deliberately apply a large portion of Cheez-Whiz  to an Oreo, and consume it,  then repeat,

 

Daily I watched this.  For about a week and half of my time there.  I couldnt figure it out.  I tried to explain it to myself– Had his taste buds met with a horrible accident?  What was the draw of this taste combination?

But every day, there it was.

Skylar would come in, silently.  Oreo, Cheez-Whiz.  Take a bite.  Oreo, Cheez-whiz, take a bite. Every meeting I had with the staff.  Every day.

 

Finally, I couldn’t take it any more.  Out of sheer curiosity, the day before camp ended, i finally asked him.  ” does that taste good?”

Skylar was perplexed that I was speaking to him.  “Yes.  It is the best thing ever.”.

“fine.”. I said.  “Can I try one?”.

Skylar got this look on his face like I had suggested that he could get a pony for his birthday.   He wordlessly handed me an Oreo laden with a goodly supply of fake cheese food product, and I took a bite.

 

Well, if you’re wondering if you’ve been missing out on a hidden culinary experience, let me set your mind at ease.  It was horrific.  I mean, it was just plain awful.  I will die happy if I never taste that vileness again.

 

But also?  The next summer, Skylar was one of the most talkative counselors we had.  Outgoing, opinionated, suddenly he was one of the counselor leaders.  He made a point of telling everyone he could that there was this one time that I had eaten a CheezWhiz Oreo, and therefore was one of the cooler chaplains.  He also spent about a week trying to come up with a new horrible taste combo for me to try.  No dice.

 

It’s Christ the King Sunday, Reign of Christ Sunday.  So today has been set aside by those who know about such things in the church to remember that Christ is, among other things, in charge.  In charge of us, yes, but also in charge on a more grand, big, cosmic scale.  Today we remember that Christ is also in charge of the universe.

 

Which is an exciting thought, in some ways.  Christ as ruler!  Up on the throne, nations gathered before him, judging and ruling and deciding things….we have a lot of images in our world associated with kings and this sort of ruling power.  All this stuff is familiar trappings of power to us

 

But then, the lectionary sort of throws a twist into the works.  Because on this Christ the King Sunday, we have this end time vision of Matthew where the Son of Man comes in all this glory, and gathers the nations before him, and sits on his throne, and judges them,…so far so good.

 

Then wham!

 

He says When I was hungry, you gave me food, when I was thirsty, you gave me drink.  When I was naked, you gave me clothes, when I was in prison, you visited me.

 

And you know, were Jesus running for president that at this point his advisors would be hearing this and popping the antacids.

Because this is not the way that traditional leaders speak.  You don’t admit weakness!  You don’t admit vulnerability! You don’t show the kink in the armor!   What sort of talk is this for the King of all the earth?  Everyone is understandably baffled. And when exactly did this happen, again?

 

Jesus says: when you did it for the least of these, you did it for me.

 

Other words, the king on the throne, with all the power in the universe— is with the vulnerable, the weak, and the outcast.  Is, in some real way, the hungry, the poor, the vulnerable.

 

An astonishing, unsettling, thing to assert!  But that is precisely what separates this Christ from all the other rulers on the earth. Jesus has authority over our world and our struggles precisely because he went through them.  He was down here too.  He’s not away and aloof, making scary pronouncements from on high to make our lives harder.  Jesus came to earth to be one of us, and to live with us, right in the places where our lives are already hard.

So that means for us, who follow along in the footsteps of Christ, our job is to do likewise.  We need to be showing a Jesus who advocates for the vulnerable and the downtrodden.  When we go into the world as Christ’s hands and feet, that’s the sort of work we need to be doing, the sort of God we need to be incarnating.

 

It’s not always comfortable.  There are some attractive things about being a normal, earthly-type king.  You get a throne, you get a scepter, there’s lots of money involved, and generally people don’t crucify you.

 

But that is not our calling.  The world has enough distant kings already.  What it needs is Christ.  It needs Christ, seen in the vulnerability of each of us.  Affirmed in our willingness to go into the world and say, “You are loved, more than you know, just as you are, and if you need proof to believe that, here we are.”

 

Amen.