Queer Leaven

Preached at Creekside United Church of Christ (Minneapolis, Minnesota). Text: Matthew 13:33.

Imagine with me that you’re in an aisle of a grocery store, holding one of those rectangular baskets with handles that flip up. Put your hand out like you’re carrying it. (I’ll look less dumb if you join me.) Standing in the baking goods aisle, you reach for a five-pound bag of flour, and place it into the empty basket. Feel the weight as the powdery paper sack drops into it. Now, imagine that’s one terrible news headline, one calamitous thing, landing heavy as a bag of flour in your basket. How many other headlines and stories are you carrying after these last few weeks? Bombs dropping in Iran and missiles in Israel. Disinvestment in medical research, veteran services, disaster relief, suicide prevention. Five pounds, five pounds, five pounds. The supermarket basket is too full for more, but there’s additional pounds to come. Open your arms wide to a great bushel basket now—it can carry more. Add to it the pounds from Supreme Court decisions, ICE abductions, wildfire smoke, and political assassination. Palestinians murdered waiting for their sacks of flour. Do you feel the weight? You’re holding this awkward bushel basket, needing both hands, moving gingerly, so heavy in your arms, and unable to do anything else. How much are you carrying, the piled-up woes of the world this week? Fifty, sixty, seventy pounds—what to do with all that weight? There’s so much potential in the flour—enough to make more than a hundred loaves! But by itself the flour is just inert, dead weight.

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Open and Affirming: Past and Future

Preached at First Congregational United Church of Christ (Moorhead, Minnesota). Texts: Genesis 9:8-16 and Mark 12:28-31

In September 2001, I completed a move from Great Falls, Montana to Moorhead here, and started schooling down the street at Concordia College. The first couple days of classes were the usual overwhelm you can imagine—a new school, new place, new friends, and new studies. But then on September 11th, the rest of the world and I sat in bewilderment as we tried to make sense of terrorist attacks that would change world history. The next Sunday, I went looking for a church that would help me make sense of what was going on. That cool September morning, walking north from Concordia, I was heading to St. John the Divine Episcopal Church north of here. But as usual I was running behind, and would be late for that service. Walking past on the sidewalk, I noticed that worship here was also at 10am. I’d be on time here, and I could always go to that other church the following Sunday. So I looked up the stone steps, heard chatting and a friendly invitation, then entered through the open front door. In all the years since, I have never made it to St. John the Divine.

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A closeup picture of a quilted stole, showing rectangles of fabric in blues, purples, and other colors.

Known, Called, Commissioned

Sermon preached at Newport United Methodist Church and Community United Church of Christ in Newport, Minnesota.
Text: Jeremiah 1:4-10.

I have an embarrassment of riches when it comes to clergy stoles—so many beautiful and lovely fabrics to wear as symbols of God’s call to ministry! When I left parish ministry to begin full-time faith community organizing,
I hung them up in my closet and wondered when I would wear them again. So when Pastor Anne reached out to ask me to preach and share communion this morning, I’m just vain enough to start asking, “What should I wear??” In most Protestant churches, the Epiphany season of growth and wisdom is marked by the color green. So I went to the green and gold stole that a mentor gave me at my ordination, with the reminder that green is worn most often throughout the year. But I was also drawn to this other green one made by a pastor friend in Duluth, which includes the rainbow colors, fabric showing love, the spiral way of faith, and the Black Lives Matter salute that communicates resilient determination. Then again, anticipating seeing here some of the dear Community UCC members, who ordained me fifteen years ago last month in a sanctuary just down the road, made me reach for another stole that the church’s moderator there once gave me: “Blah, blah, blah”! (I think it was a joke?) Finally, Pastor Anne told me that the color for the day was every color—the rainbow! So I have opted for this stole of rainbow colors, made by a gay man in the congregation where I taught Sunday school while in seminary. You may not be able to see it from farther away, but this stole is made of hundreds of small colorful fabric squares, all stitched together by painstaking work into a colorful and diverse tapestry.

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Healed

Forty years ago, in the mid-1980s, an unusual disease began spreading throughout the United States and elsewhere in the world. Its characteristic symptoms included flu-like illness, skin lesions, anemia, and a gradual weakening until eventual death. Because of the communities where it was most often found in early years, the disease was described as a “gay plague”, and it became the source of even greater stigma. It took years, and tens of thousands of deaths that nearly wiped out a whole generation of gay men, before President Ronald Reagan would even call it by name, “HIV and AIDS”. It took longer still for governmental research to commence on treatments, and while things are greatly improved now, we still have no cure or vaccine for HIV.

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Raised

Not long ago, my husband Javen and I had the chance to see “The Color Purple”—a dramatic staging of Alice Walker’s classic novel at Theatre Latte Da. It follows the life of the main character, Celie, who suffers through a lifetime of forced servitude to abusive men. Celie takes at face value what they say about her, that she is ugly, powerless, and good for nothing but endless labor. We see her virtue in repeated acts of generosity and compassion, but Celie struggles to believe that her life is lovely or valuable. Musical numbers lead the audience along a journey of Celie’s self-discovery, gradually shifting to more hopeful melodies, until a climactic moment near the end. In a showstopping performance, Nubia Monks as Celie declares with operatic conviction, “I am beautiful!!” The audience would have been lifted from our seats by the swelling music, had we not already jumped to our feet, calling back to the stage, “YES!! You ARE, you ARE beautiful!!” I don’t know if every performance has the electricity of the preview night we attended, but it captures for me the affirmation and essence of Easter itself. You are beautiful.

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The Daughters of Zelophehad

Text: Numbers 27:1–11
Video (Courtesy of Hamline Church United Methodist in St. Paul, MN)

Good morning! I’m grateful for the invitation and opportunity to be with you in worship on such a lovely day of baptisms. I’ve served as a minister in the United Church of Christ since 2009, and for the past seven years I’ve been pastor of what is now Edina Morningside and Linden Hills United Church of Christ. Even though I serve in the far-off country of Edina, my husband and I have lived here in the Midway neighborhood for ten years, attending events and occasionally a service at Hamline Church. We regularly admire the church’s gardens in our morning walks, marvel at what it takes to maintain such a hospitable building, and celebrate the courageous public witness you extend in Christ’s name. Thank you for who you are; I’m honored to be with you today.

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Stay Encouraged

Reading: Matthew 14:22-31a

Around our third week of this “Re-Shaped” worship series on themes of change, one of our Bible study participants asked just what all this conversation about change was pointing toward. “What are you preparing us for?” he asked. “Are you going to announce that you’re dropping out of ministry, that you and Javen are moving to Milaca, to buy and run the Dairy Queen there or something??” I assured the room that I had no ulterior motive; I knew of no other surprise that was going to drop. Furthermore, I’d never sell enough Dairy Queen to turn a profit—I’d eat way too much.

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All There Will Be?

Ordination of Nathan Roberts. Scripture passage: Matthew 6:25-34

I don’t usually remember my dreams, but this one was too vivid to forget. I was at home, minding my own business, when the doorbell chimed. When I went to the door, a grocery delivery person stood there. He held out to me a white paper bag of apples someone had sent, like the kind you would get at an orchard or grocery store. Except the bag was only half full.

Who in the world would send me a bag of apples, and only half full? While I was trying to figure this out, I looked inside the bag. There, tucked beneath one of the apples, was a slip of torn notebook paper. I reached into the bag and pulled it out. Unfolding the slip, I read the one line on it, written there in pencil. “Maybe this is all there will be.” At that moment, my alarm went off and I was startled awake. What?? A half bag of apples, and “maybe this is all there will be.”

I had that dream more than ten years ago, during the fall budget season at the first congregation that I served. It came when we were trying to imagine how we might address a five-figure deficit in the church’s budget for the next year. I was swimming in these numbers, a sense of scarcity, and worries about the viability of the church when I went to bed. I woke up to a half-full bag of apples and those words: “maybe this is all there will be.”

Is there anyone here, with any history of church whatsoever, who has any experience with such worries for the future?? I’m certain that you’ve been there many times before, Nathan. How many times in the co-founding and functioning of Daylight School in Kenya did you look at the income numbers against the salary needs for teachers and food? How often have you navigated worries about the future in the operations of First Lutheran’s after-school ministry with community youth? Perhaps in your learning about White privilege and intercultural connections, perhaps in your teaching and leadership with others by these values, everything has gone without worry and without concern. But I’m guessing there have been many times when you’ve had some sleepless nights, and perhaps your own fever dreams. Anyone who is part of the tenuous project of progressive Christian community in twenty-first century America knows how many occasions there are for wonder about the future.

And yet, here is Jesus, in the middle of the Sermon on the Mount, speaking as though directly to our conditions and our worries. Okay, perhaps we’re not folks worried about our next meal, something to drink, or what to wear. In our best ministries (and following your lead, Nathan), we are in relationship with those who know these worries directly. But the ecclesial versions of such concerns are worries about offerings or expenses, about building repairs, community engagement, and “where are the young families at”? Jesus points to the birds of the air—see how God cares for such vast congregations, and they have no endowment funds! Consider the lilies and the grasses of the field, and how well they operate even without a functioning property committee! How much more, Jesus says, will God take care of our concerns if we release worry and entrust them to the One who knows our every need?

When we release worries over our churchy food, drink, clothing, and bodies, we have more energy then to do the work of Christ, to seek the kin-dom of God. I’m reminded of my friend Beth-Ann, who noticed something at her church’s Good Friday service earlier this month. She described to me how at the service, they carried in a giant heavy cross and in between prayers hammered three 9-inch nails part way into the cross. Then the congregation was invited to come to the cross one by one. Nearly the last of the 200+ people coming forward was a mom carrying a small boy. While they were close, this little boy tried to pull one of the big nails from the cross. Beth-Ann remarked how, “with so many people approaching the cross that little guy was the only one who tried to end the pain.” That’s what it looks like to seek the kin-dom of God, to try to end the pain when we encounter it in the world. That is the righteousness of God, and the loving justice we are called to in the church. In the worries I can imagine about the liturgy, the volunteers, and other worship concerns of that night, let us not forget to do what we can to pull out the crucifying nails.

Nathan, you have been called by God to such healing, compassionate ministry. You have been equipped for such service with training and experiences throughout your youth and adult years. Today you join colleagues and church worldwide, adopting the yoke of faithfulness to Christ and responsibility for this call. With us, you will continue to know the temptation to worry. So I commend to you the exhortation of Christ: “do not worry”, so that we can seek first the kin-dom of God and God’s righteousness. If it helps, when you reach the end of the day and are about to sleep, consider repeating what Pope John 23rd is reported to have prayed each night: “Dear God, I’ve done everything I can today. But it’s your Church, and I’m going to bed.”

There are still times in ministry when I’m more aware than ever that the bag of apples is only half full! And the slip of paper said, “Maybe this is all there will be”! But I am learning that there is another way to read that slip of paper. It begins by emphasizing the first word. Maybe this is all there will be. And maybe not. Because God is still speaking, still touching hearts, still moving us to believe in the hope of new life. Because the power of Christ is not dead in a grave, but risen from the tomb, and calling us to remove the nails as well. Because the Holy Spirit did not just blow in ancient times, but is among us in right-now times. Do not worry, Jesus tells us. Maybe this is all there will be. Or maybe this is just the beginning. I like them apples. Thanks be to God!

Go to Galilee

Today’s Scripture passage: Matthew 28:1-10

Reading this year through Matthew’s description of Jesus’ last week, I noticed for the first time how many references there are to earthquakes. As Jesus parades into Jerusalem on Palm Sunday, we hear that “the whole city was in turmoil”. “Turmoil” is the Greek word seio and means to “shake, move, or quake”. It’s the root word for “seismic”—Jerusalem was quaking at the approach of Jesus. The week holds more tremors too. At the moment when Jesus dies on the cross, Matthew says, “the earth shook, and the rocks were split.” Now today, as Mary Magdalene and the other Mary approach the tomb of Christ, there is a “great earthquake”, another seismos. And finally, the guards “shook and became like dead men” in the presence of God’s angel—seio again.

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The Kin-dom of God

Today’s Scripture passage: Matthew 25:31-46

Decades ago, the mayor of Portland, Oregon—a man named Terry Schrunk—was being criticized for helping someone who was poor. He’d given money to a beggar on the side of the road, and another council member objected, saying: “How do you know that he’s not just going to spend that on booze?” To which the mayor replied, “How do you know that’s not Jesus Christ?”

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