Saturday, 3 June 2017

Eco-sermon - Space for Grace : The Fulness of Faith and Holiness of Wholeness

Space for Grace : The Fulness of Faith and Holiness of Wholeness 
Readings : Psalm 19 and Colossians  1 :15-20

When people gather to hear eco-sermons, it will be within the freshness and fear of Pentecost AND amidst the 40th birthday celebrations for the Uniting Church.
This piece, then, is offered in memory of those who invite us to bring both vertical and horizontal themes to the cross, where confession of brokenness and promise of resurrection intersect.
I wondered what good news we might be challenged with… especially when I realized we had been set an essay topic, or a scenario, rather than a set of bible readings or a proposition about God. 
I wondered if the organizers were really wanting a green theology, a word of prophetic challenge or a teaching testimony to the Creator? 
The present con-text we have been offered describes a changing awareness of the place of human beings… it begs the questions: An awareness that changes from what… to what?

With my Buddhist background, I find it curious that there is an increasing emphasis on ‘mindfulness’. Often this is described as an intentional awareness… of surroundings, self and others.  
Are we, I wonder, intentionally aware of the place of human beings ? 
Do we increase our awareness by including words about people and their place ? 
Perhaps we could commence with an acknowledgement of Land ?

God’s Land
When we see the Land as markers in the revelation of God, 
we stop thinking of ourselves (humanity) as the centre of all creation. 
When we see God as the centre and God’s creation as receiving life from God, 
we see a different pattern, helping us to find our special place.

(A symbol of the Land may be used as a focal point for this prayer: earth, sand, rocks, plants… )
This is God’s Land.
Many have gone before who have honoured God by caring for the Land, 
in the ways they have lived and in the stories they have shared.
We give thanks for the First people, 
who have held as sacred the duty of protecting the Land 
and living in harmony with it.
May God honour and bless them – now and to eternity.
(From Wide and Deep, A.Koh-Butler, 2017)

Indeed, if we regard the Land as sacred and acknowledge a special relationship between First Peoples and the Land God placed them on, perhaps we read the revelations of God in sky, sea and scripture with a refreshed sense of the mysteries of God. 
If we hear Psalm 19 or Colossians 1 in the voices of First Peoples, perhaps we can step back from colonial interpretations of justified dominion and domination, 
instead remembering the context of People dispossessed of their relationships with one another and creation, longing for the liberation to claim ‘home’ sovereign. 
Could such a dream of sovereignty offer a foretaste of the Kin-dom of Heaven? I wonder ?
If, on this Land, those of us (who are Second Peoples) sought to learn from the heritage of 60,000 years of interactions between Land and People, what might change? I wonder?
Perhaps as Second Peoples, we might tend to our awareness, not only of First Peoples, but also of one another?
Perhaps we might recognize and learn to value the blessing of Pentecost’s diversity, where the Spirit enables people to proclaim and hear and understand in many languages and cultures, rather than privileging a dominant language that requires assimilation and loss of identity (and connection with land). 
In that creative moment of complex understandings, the spirit makes clear that it is not part of God’s plan that any one language shall have dominion over others… rather, the foretaste of Heaven is found in new understandings, arising from crossing cultures and embracing difference. 
Might we welcome and celebrate such exchange ?
Might we offer sacrifices of praise as part of our Covenant with God and First Peoples ?  - bringing into new exchange the graces we could gift from across the seas ? 

Tide turns
The moon crosses sky 
and the waters respond:
It is time to move 
to the rhythm of Heaven.

The pull of the depths 
call to the shore:
Turn to the longing 
deep in your soul.

We look back to former ways 
in confession
before turning our hearts 
in repentance.

As we set our sails 
to the new tide,
we set ourselves toward 
the promise of pilgrims.

Perhaps, together, we might reclaim a holy identity for humanity? Not as individual human beings, choosing our own paths and setting the many pillaging agendas for the earth… 
but claiming the place prepared for us within God’s Created Order… a place of honour and delight, as we experience the true Realm of God as the Children of God ?
Could we see ourselves as Co-creators, learning the imagination of God ? 
Might we find ourselves beating swords into ploughshares ? 
Might human peacemaking between peoples lead to shared goals of restoring relationships with the rest of creation ? 
In the age of the anthropocene, we are indeed becoming aware that God’s creation has been reshaped by humanity. 
(Some place the commencement of the anthropocene – the age of human influence upon the earth as dating from Trinity – the name given to the first test of a nuclear weapon…) 
In our dehumanizing of ourselves and one another, we have led to the diminishment of creation. Yet, reading the story of the incarnation of Jesus Christ promises to us that salvation has come within reach of our hands. 
In God’s embodiment into creation, as Emmanuel, God with us – we discover a new purpose for humanity…. Not as destroyer of creation, but as restorer. 
Perhaps Holy People could find themselves tending to the Healing and Wholeness of Creation as gardeners? 
Being sanctified (made holy) by their engagement with wholeness ? Being inspired by the glimpses of Heaven’s reveal? (I speak only of the glimpse, for I do not presume that we will effect repairs and restoration within our era.) 
We could, however, proclaim the message that Heaven’s version of Earth is worth striving for… and this aim is, in fact, a KPI of the Mission of God. 
If church is breathed into being by the Spirit so that the mission of God may be served, we can expect the Spirit to require of us that Church is oriented and organized to bless God in the way we tend God’s creation. 
Surely such orientation must see us leading the way, rather than following reluctantly, when it comes to adopting practices that demonstrate our faith in the Generator of Life ? 
Would this see every church, school, manse, hospital and aged care residence turn green as a missional imperative ? Would we begin to recognize that delaying such action represents our ongoing corporate sin ? 

(Perhaps you did not expect a turn or burn sermon from me?)
Within this body beats the heart of a grandma.

When we consider the question of faithful life, we do so in the face of death. 
How many species face extinction ? How many grandchildren will live ? 
I believe in the promise of God to the ‘children of Abraham’: there is a place where the potential of Heaven will be revealed and experienced. 
It is up to us to follow the path of God, revealed in the Way of Christ. 
By restoration of relationships (with God, one another, self), by turning from greed and the habits of taking from the earth, we can learn the way of grace and true harmony… the shalom Jesus breathed upon the world. 
To live faithfully, we must live as if we believe there can be a future for those who are and those yet to be – a future where Heaven continues to be revealed, rather than being a myth of memory.
We must treat our home as a space and place for the grace of God to be revealed and enjoyed. We must tend to this place as the Temple of God’s own hand… the great testimony to holy wonder.
To the Creator be all glory, now and always !
Amen.

Saturday, 15 April 2017

Mary, Wife of Cleopas - Part 2

Mary, Wife of Cleopas (of Emmaus)

Part 2

Where is home
when there is no longer heart?
How shall we return
to try to live as if anything could be the same?
Our hearts are destitute with broken shards…
Sorrow upon sorrow,
Grief upon grief,
Tears upon tears…
What is left?

Where will this road take us?
Will Emmaus still be the Lord’s,
when Rome has stamped itself
upon our most sacred of stories
and our rites and rituals?
Our hearts drift
between frustration and anger…
Where is our help
when we long to strike back?
Blow after blow,
kick after kick,
Strike after strike…
Where is hope?

Who is this stranger?
He knows so little of the last days.
Then he reframed our story.
He went back – teaching,
explaining slowly,
so we could follow.
Our hearts burned
with wonder and delight
to find a rabbi whose message
was full and rich and life-giving…
Here was good news!
Insight upon insight,
Hope upon hope,
Joy upon Joy…
Give us more?

What more can you tell us?
Sup with us, please.
Gift us with your presence.
We would have more of this good news.
Our hearts sang with delight
when he accepted our hospitality.
Then we arrived in Emmaus
and I prepared the meal.
We asked him for a blessing
and then we realized
the hospitality was his…
Bread of His Body,
Cup of His Covenant,
Life from His Death…
Eternity revealed.

(Luke 24:13-35)

© 2017, A.Koh-Butler

Friday, 14 April 2017

Mary Magdalene

Approaching the Tomb

Mary of Magdala

It is quiet.
Away from the weeping
and the brokenness of home.
The Sabbath was so difficult.
How could we pray the prayers of adoration?
We did, but choking on the words
And despairing at the responses.
The candles seemed foreign.
They are defiant symbols here now.
Our life, our hope, our heritage –
All seems lost in the Roman hell,
Where even our own
Turn their backs on the Lord.
So much for John’s words of repentance!

Carrying the aromatics,
I stumble along.
I wonder if he knew I would do
this one last act for him?
I hope he drew some comfort
from our love, from knowing
we stayed to the end.

Who walks among the tombs?
It is not Joseph the Arimithean…
Only gravediggers and gardeners around here.
I feel like telling them to “go away”
and leave us in quiet,
But I fear we may need help with the stone.
It was heavy and took strength to put in place.
I keep my eye out to see if the poles are there
To help us leverage that rock.

Behold! It is rolled aside!
No – my Lord – who has desecrated your resting?
We approach and discover he is gone.
This holy hole is empty and bereft,
Much like our spirits.

I must find Peter.
He will know what the Lord would want.
Peter and the others return with me.
Their eyes see what I have seen.
They run away and leave me there.

I start to sob.
A couple of gasps at first.
Then the weeping comes.
My body shakes
with the anger and frustration
of this moment and of all the moments
of the last days.
Every fibre of my being is shaking
with the torment.
Is there any way to honour him now?

“Woman, why are you weeping?” comes the voice.
What would the gardener know of this pain?
What would he know?
What might he know
Of who has been here?
Perhaps he can help.

“They have taken away my Lord,
and I do not know where they have laid him,”
I pushed out, in between sobs.
I was prepared to plead, hoping he knew.
The voice belonged to a man who repeated,
“Woman, why are you weeping?
Whom are you looking for?”
I tried to beg him,
“Sir, if you have carried him away,
tell me where you have laid him,
and I will take him away.”
Then, he spoke again, saying my name.
“Mary!”
My breathing stopped.
My tears stilled.
The my body erupted as I cried out to him,
“Rabbouni!”
He stepped back,
not letting me touch him yet,
claiming his time was still coming.
I could not reach and I could not move.
Now… it didn't matter.
Lazarus was not the only body to rise.
Today the Lord has changed all things.
Today life is different.
Today is the beginning of the rest of time.

(Matthew 28:1, Mark 16:9, Luke 24:1-12, John 20:1-18)

© 2017, A.Koh-Butler

Thursday, 13 April 2017

Martha of Bethany - Last Dinner

Last Dinner

Martha of Bethany

“Martha served.”
All I will be remembered for is my cooking.
My recipes have been passed on
from generation to generation,
and are now in my care.
My hospitality is my service to the Lord.
It is wrong to undervalue it.
Without my service,
there would have been no setting
for the dramas you now recollect every year.

That dinner was special…
There were no photos –
and I forget what we ate!
It was, however, the scene
of my sister’s sorrowing.
Her intuition confounded me.
She tended to him and I
tended to their witnesses.
This would become a story,
easily forgotten by most
and commemorated by others.

The smell of my fresh bread
and the aromas of the spices
disappeared when the nard was opened.
It was intoxicating and shocking.
I held my breath when I realized
what she was doing.
All I could think of was –
how right she was…
my sister – the prophet.

(John 12)

(C) 2017, A Koh-Butler

Wednesday, 12 April 2017

Mary of Bethany - Betrayal

Betrayal

Mary of Bethany

Critical voices surfaced after the miracle.
What did they think? -
that our brother was a zombie?
Or a ghost?

We decided to prove otherwise,
by hosting a resurrection dinner.
He would stay, of course,
Jerusalem gets so crowded at this time of year
and he had a mostly crew with him.
Yes – we would host a dinner
to prove Lazarus is really alive…
To prove resurrection of body is possible.
Only One with power over life and death
could have done this thing.

Many came to believe,
Others did not -
They said they were paying respects,
but now we know…
They went ‘to tell on us’
like children ‘dobbing’.
Why?
What did they have to gain?

When they muttered and left,
we realized where they were going.
I had a premonition
and went to collect the rest of the nard
I had purchased for my brother’s burial.
I now knew what it was for…

(John 11:46-47)

© 2017, A.Koh-Butler

Monday, 10 April 2017

Mary, wife of Cleopas of Emmaus (i)


Mary, wife of Cleopas (i)

Woman from Emmaus

What is a respectful distance?
Far enough not to hear
the struggle for breath?
Far enough not to see
the perspiration trickle down the tortured frame?
Or far enough to avoid
the kicks and beatings of the soldiers.

What is this dehumanizing
that comes with colonizing this empire?
What bile arises as we watch and grieve
for goodness hanging there? -
One day an artwork, to hang upon a wall?
This is not decorative, nor entertaining.

What is achieved?
The desire is terror…
to plant such fear within us
that his broken body
becomes our broken spirit.
How can anyone, even a prophet,
choose this?

What is my role,
but to bear witness to this darkness?
I would not let Cleo come,
for all the followers are in danger.
All of us fear to make the choice
that would draw us on so black a path.
I bade him hide
and I will bear the news to him
when it is done.

What does it mean
to be among such a crowd of women?
Our word means nothing in court of Law,
yet we are the ones to watch
and tell the eternal story of hate, and love,
of suffering and death.

(John 19:25)

© 2017, A.Koh-Butler

Sunday, 9 April 2017

Mary and Martha of Bethany

Martha and Mary of Bethany

Palm Sunday

We went together with him
to Jerusalem.
(It was the time of gathering
at the Temple.)
On the way, he sent ahead
and there was a donkey.
(It was one of those brownish ones
and seemed friendly and calm.
It needed to be…
the crowds were noisy and excited
And they all wanted a piece of him.)
They called out and cheered.
Then, someone threw down his cloak
in front of the donkey -
and then others joined in…
cloaks, scarves, wraps….
lining the pilgrim’s route…
greeting him.
Others, who wanted to join in,
Stripped the palm trees  of their branches,
Laying the fronds down in criss-crossed patterns –
A green ‘red carpet’.
Some, took the palms and waved them,
Calling out and hailing him.

He rode in with dignity
And such love in his eyes.
It was hard to watch,
For we were fearful.
(So many things to fear these days.)

He went into the Temple.
And after he had pretty much caused a riot,
He got out of there so quickly,
We all missed him.

We went home…
And there he was…
Preparing the veggies for dinner…
So we both sat at his feet
And we all had a good laugh!

(Matthew 21:1-17)

© 2017, A.Koh-Butler