Go To The Edges

Luke 4:21-30

Today I’m thinking about edges. There are all types of edges we could talk about–edges of a page, edges of anything flat, really. We could call the moment the sun goes down, the edge or border between day and night. The earth’s ‘edge’ is turning away from the sun (or toward it as sunrise comes). People used to believe the Earth was flat and that there was an edge one could fall off. When I taught Middle School science, I used to ask students to talk about whether there is an edge to the universe—whether there is something beyond what we can see or know. And… I know my porch is edged because I’ve stepped off it sideways. Edges can be uncomfortable, exciting, and painful.  

The passage from the gospel of Luke teaches us something about edges. It begins by telling us of a peaceful Sabbath morning in the synagogue in Nazareth, where Jesus was raised and grew up preaching. Jesus is there giving a sermon and has just unrolled a scroll with words written by Isaiah. He reads the words written by the prophet and points out that he, Jesus, is the fulfillment of Isaiah’s prophecy. Jesus is claiming here that God sent him.  

After this, the ‘people’, those who knew him as a child and watched him growing, seem to be satisfied that this young person, from their very midst, is making them proud. Jesus is a hometown hero, and they claim him as their own. We can almost hear the cheering from here, can’t we? 

Jesus doesn’t stop there though. That’s where the story stopped last Sunday, and often, that’s where my memory of the story stops (partly because I don’t like to think about the rest of the story; I’m uncomfortable with the ‘edge’). You might say that we left the story last week at the point of a cliff hanger. 

Here’s the edge. Can you feel it? Jesus reads the words of Isaish and says scripture has been fulfilled. Then Jesus goes further. . . he says a prophet is not welcome or accepted in his hometown. Before the people can even begin to ask him for favors, he names their expectations. . . and then he dismisses them by saying he won’t be meeting them. He won’t, he says, be working miracles in Nazareth. What?! And the cheers from the crowd die down. The tension here is like another character in the story. 

Stepping away from the story for a bit, I have a question for all of us. Have you ever felt like you couldn’t meet the expectations of others? I wonder whether that felt uncomfortable for you. What feelings arise when you remember that time? For me, it’s like a living nightmare. I like to anticipate expectations and exceed them. I really don’t like the feeling of letting people down. 

I can tell you that I am doing a lot of work in this area–the area of feeling like I need to meet the expectations of others.  

When the expectations are agreed upon by two sides, meeting them is a good thing idea. This kind of situation creates peace. . . a Shalom community where all are thriving (the true biblical shalom means an inward sense of completeness or wholeness. Although it can also describe the absence of war, a majority of biblical references refer to an inner completeness and tranquility). But when the expectations are one-sided and not agreed upon by both sides, meeting them is not healthy. This situation would create an unbalanced community where some are pushed down by others (or some are raised up by stepping on others). This is exploitation; the opposite of Shalom. 

Back to the scripture, Jesus goes on to tell the people that in Israel’s history there were miracles performed by the prophets Elijah and Elisha that did not meet the expectations of the Israelite people. Jesus reminds them that Elijah was sent by God to heal a foreign woman while widows in Israel went unhealed. And Naaman, a man from Syria was healed by Elisha while the people of Israel were not healed.  

This is another ‘edge’ or turning point in this story. After Jesus had established that he was sent by God, and that he is a prophet like Elisha and Elijah; and after he predicted that the people of his hometown might start asking him to perform miracles in Nazareth, he tells them that he would not be doing that. As we might expect, the people (who had just admired his work and his prophet-ness) were furious with Jesus.  

Here is Jesus who says he’s sent by God and can work miracles, but instead of helping those in Nazareth—people who seem to feel like they own him—he promises to help people on the edge of society. The foreigner, the outcast, the poor. . .  

The people at the synagogue in Nazareth are quick to turn toward violence. They immediately bring Jesus to the edge of town, to the edge of a cliff. The Israelite people see themselves as chosen. Special in the eyes of God. Even so, they are oppressed and marginalized by the Roman occupation. And now their hometown hero refuses to perform miracles for them. They want exclusive rights to God. They want Jesus to work for them. 

In the story arc of the Bible, the Israelite people forget over and over that God’s love is for EVERYONE (not specifically them). The Romans, the Syrians, the poor, the rich, the ruler, the slave. I wonder whether we do too.  

I know that when something especially hard happens to me, I question God’s love for me. I find myself thinking, “God, I’ve done all the things you ask of me. I’ve tried hard to live my life according to your will.” I know I’m forgetting that God doesn’t promise any of us easy lives. God does tell us there is an abundance of love for ALL and that will never change. 

Jesus reached outside the edges of the community that claimed him as their hero. They wanted to claim him and his love for themselves. Jesus showed his own community that God’s love is for EVERYONE. No one deserves God’s love more or less than anyone else.  

Jesus taught about Shalom. Shalom can only be felt in a community. If all in the community are not thriving, there can be no Shalom. If there is exploitation—there is no Shalom or thriving. If there is exploitation, it creates an edge. 

And there are no edges, no boundaries to God’s love. 

Citations:

Jolene Miller from Roanoke Mennonite Church in Illinois

Luke 4:21-30

Recognizing Light (John 1: 9-18;Ephesians 1: 3-14)

There are days I don’t even recognize myself; days that feel too hard, too mean, too painful; days I just do not want to enter. I react to others in ways that don’t feel kind. Sometimes I let my fear and grief turn into anger. Do you have days in your life like that too? I’m guessing so. I don’t think this is unique to me. 

During my years of teaching middle school, I knew that each day could be a day that at least one of my students didn’t want to come to school. . . or study writing or history. It was always important to me to connect with ALL students, wherever they were at in the moment. But honestly, some moments were incredibly difficult. One memory comes to mind in particular: I was working hard to convince one 7th grade student to begin writing (I don’t remember what about). The point is that I remember encouraging him to begin by writing something and he refused repeatedly. Instead, he insisted on doing nothing. We were both so frustrated. At the end of that class period, this student left in a hurry and as I tidied up the classroom, I found a note crumpled on the ground. 

Now, I’m always curious about written notes wherever I find them, so of course I smoothed it out and read the words. This note turned out to be from this unwilling writer to another student and it said something like: “Mrs. Forney is so mean. I hate her so much.” This was 15 years ago, and this memory is still so vivid—that’s how much I was impacted by those written words.  I felt so misunderstood in that moment (as I’m sure the unwilling student felt this too). I felt as if I couldn’t express my desire to help him and he was not listening to my way of helping. That’s it, I felt helpless, and it was so painful to me. I’m sad about the fact that I never understood or was understood by this student and maybe that’s why the memory is so vivid. 

Everyone has different ways of expressing difficult feelings. Thankfully we learn more helpful ways of expressing ourselves as we grow and interact with the world.  I recently read a story* about a medical doctor who supervised residents at a pediatric hospital. 

One resident was sent to her for individual meetings because he was angry and surly with his colleagues regularly the director of the hospital thought it might help him. For a month they met one-on-one and mostly the doctor just listened to the resident complain about how his colleagues were not helping patients as much as they should. He was angry and felt that most of those working around him were callous, stupid, or uncaring. The doctor meeting with him helped him see that there might be an underlying reason for his rage. He asked her, “Why are things like this? Why are children suffering?” and he cried. 

At their final meeting, the supervising doctor asked the resident if he would try some imagery. After first refusing, he ended up agreeing to it. The doctor asked him to allow an image to come that was related to the suffering and the meaning of his work as a pediatrician. He found an image immediately and described it:

The image was of a young man, wearing a long white robe and sandals, with a beard. He went on to say the figure looked weak and soft, and just stood there. “He’s just standing there looking at me,” the resident said, “with his arms out. . . this guy could just stand there with his arms out like this forever and ever.” Next, the resident saw a little bird land in the figure’s hand. Both the doctor and resident realized he was describing St. Francis of Assisi. 

It turns out this resident had great respect for the historical figure of Brother Francis. He looked up to him for his love, kindness, and care of animals. In other words, this resident aspired to be like Brother Francis. The supervising doctor helped this resident remember why he was drawn to pediatrics in the first place, and to move past his criticism of his colleagues. She helped him recognize his grief of seeing children suffer was coming out as anger toward those he worked with. This supervisor went on to see many young people of vision who suffer from a deep sense of difference. She said, “They may first need to abandon their resentment of the way things are in order to begin repairing the world.”

Here’s what I think. We are reminded through scripture today that none of us has ever seen God. God was revealed to us through Jesus and his life here. But sometimes we humans have a hard time recognizing God, revealed through Jesus, in modern day life.

John 1:9 says: “The Word was coming into the world—was in the world—and though the world was made through the Word, the world didn’t recognize it. Though the Word came to its own realm, the Word’s own people didn’t accept it.”

I think this can make it challenging to recognize God’s love in and through others, not to mention in and through ourselves. It might seem like I’ve strayed a little from our scriptures by telling you these two stories, but please stick with me. In Ephesians 1 we heard, “Before the world began, God chose us in Christ to be holy and blameless and to be full of love; God likewise predestined us through Christ Jesus to be adopted children—such was God’s pleasure and will—that everyone might praise the glory of God’s grace which was freely bestowed on us in God’s beloved, Jesus Christ.”

So, we are taught, through scripture, to see Jesus as the light radiating the love of God, and then to be like Jesus through our own lives, illuminating the world around us. 

Well, some days it’s easier to do this than others, isn’t it? Like I said at the beginning, some days I let anger/fear/grief get the better of me and it’s then that I can’t recognize myself, or Jesus’ light in me. Each day (each hour, each minute) I have another chance to start again on this idea of radiating God’s love to the world around me. We all do. And, we are human, so of course there will be some days that are harder than others. Since we are all human, interactions between us can add light or make it harder to see the light of God’s love.

What I hear God saying through these scriptures though, is to keep trying. To remember that each of us is a child of God. . . beloved. . . and can illuminate the world around us. Thomas Merton (the former bohemian New York literary figure who became a monk) wrote: 

It is a glorious destiny to be a member of the human race, though it is a race dedicated to many absurdities and one which makes many terrible mistakes; yet, with all that, God gloried in becoming a member of the human race. A member of the human race! To think that such a commonplace realization should suddenly seem like news that one holds the winning ticket in a cosmic sweepstake.

I have the immense joy of being human, a member of a race in which God became incarnate. As if the sorrows and stupidities of the human condition could overwhelm me, now I realize what we all are. And if only everybody could realize this! But it cannot be explained. There is no way of telling people that they are all walking around shining like the sun.

As our scripture from Ephesians tells us: “God has taken pleasure in revealing the mystery of the plan through Christ, to be carried out in the fullness of time; namely, to bring all things—in heaven and on earth—together in Christ.”

My question for each of us is this: how do we plan to join God’s plan of bringing all things (in heaven and on earth) together in Christ? I don’t have an answer formulated for myself, but I do know I can feel it when I’m on the right path. Those are the moments in my life when I can recognize ‘myself’ and feel peaceful within my own body. 

* From My Grandfather’s Blessings, by Rachel Naomi Remen

Looking Out

“Let go of all that seems to suggest getting somewhere, being someone, having a name and a voice, following a policy and directing people in ‘my’ ways. What matters is to love.”

Thomas Merton, A Book of Hours, page 171.

For the good share of my former life (the past 10 years) I had been looking too much our: toward the things that I thought would bring me happiness, like the accumulation of goods, a house, security in general. Looking back now, I can see I was building a safety net that I thought could protect me. I felt safe. . . but I wasn’t. It turns out I was only buying insulation to protect myself from a reality that I didn’t have the heart to face–I was a partner in a marriage that was failing miserably and I was unhappy, though I tried every day to convince myself otherwise.

So after finally facing these two very powerful realities of my life, I shed (or lost) nearly everything: house, job, partner. . . anything that had brought me a feeling of security. Since then, for more than two years, I’ve been looking more inward than outward; developing a confidence in who I am or who I want to become more of; struggling to survive without all the “things” I thought I needed. I think I’m beginning to feel successful in this area. My life now has given me a kind balance between working a job I honestly love part time and developing my interest and skills in the areas of visual art and writing in my expansive free time. This has helped me find a confidence that had slowly been whittled away. I’ve initiated the practice of seeking what I need inside myself and finding security in who I am.

And since I’ve experienced reaching the end of who I am and what I can sustain, I’ve learned to seek out the help of One Who Is More Than Me for help beyond myself. I’ve learned that this is the only security I can ever truly hope for.

Now I’m looking forward to sharing some gifts with the world–looking out more often while still developing the who that I am. It turns out, I like me and I just never really knew that at the level that I needed to. I never had to trust myself like I have needed to during the last two years of my life. I am happy to have found this reliable friend in myself.

Story

Story Water
A story is like water
That you heat for your bath.
It takes messages between the fire and your skin. It lets them meet,
and it cleans you!

Very few can sit down
in the middle of the fire itself,
like a salamander, or Abraham.
We need intermediaries.

A feeling of fullness comes,
but usually it takes some bread
to bring it.

Beauty surrounds us,
but usually we need to be walking
in a garden to know it.

The body itself is a screen
to shield and partially reveal
the light that’s blazing
inside your presence.

Water, stories, the body,
all the things we do, are mediums
that hide and show what’s hidden.

Study them,
and enjoy this being washed
with a secret we sometimes know,
and then not.

– by Jelaluddin Rumi, taken from The Essential Rumi by Coleman Barks

When I left my 17 year-long teaching experience of the public schools, I realized a part of my problem was that I had experienced a closing off of who I am: someone who believes in God. Some at my school were vocal about those who believed in God, or who went to church, or who talked about Christ. . . they had derogatory names for us. Some even put down anyone who had ever attended a Christian school. So I grew accustomed to closing the door to that part of my life while I was at work.

Then I began teaching at my current school: a small private school to prepare adult students for the American University experience. My first class included five students–one from Samoa, two from the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, one from Ethiopia and one from Brazil. In a discussion about persuasive essays and how to approach them, I mentioned hearing the Socratic Debate at Oregon State University. The topic was, “Is there a God and does it matter?” After talking for awhile amongst themselves, one student asked me, “Teacher, do you believe there is a god?”

I looked tentatively at them and said, “Hmmm, I’m not sure I can tell you.” When they asked me why not, I explained that in a public school setting it’s not a topic we can talk about because we want everyone to feel included. They all agreed they thought I was able to at this school. A wonderful moment of freedom and relief followed after I said, “Yes I do.” The students nodded and we moved on. A cloud lifted, a weight that I had been carrying for a very long time was suddenly not there. These students accepted me as a believer in god, religion had nothing to do with it. Two of these students follow Islam’s teaching, two are Mormon and one an Orthodox Christian. I felt welcomed by them in a way I hadn’t ever before.

After this experience, our class discussed many different topics and views, including their wonderful question: why are there so many different Christian churches teacher?” This question prompted a lot of interior dialogue for me. I answered their question at the time by saying just a few sentences about his each denomination holds slightly different views on certain ideas but that they are united by Christ.

Then I wondered if the different Christian groups are just reflections of preferences in worship practices which then led me to wonder: just what is the unifying message? For a long time before this, I thought I knew the answer but to be honest, recent politics in the larger church has me currently wondering whether we are united by a whole Christ, or just see different parts of him. Right now my faith in many things is shattered, including God, in a way it never has been before. My belief in a higher power remains strong, but what I thought I understood about God is constantly shifting.

The TED Talk entitled, “The Danger of a Single Story” by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie shows how one individual’s world can be shaped (or misshapen) by a narrow view of the world or any one particular idea. Chimamanda’s own view of the world was broadened by hearing and knowing different views, especially in literature. I feel as if by teaching English to my incredible students my view of God has been strengthened and broadened. My students have given me multiple stories about God instead of my single story.