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December 17, 2017, 12:00 AM

Mission:Impossible — Love

by Sandy Bach

Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.

I give thanks to my[a] God always for you because of the grace of God that has been given you in Christ Jesus, for in every way you have been enriched in him, in speech and knowledge of every kind— just as the testimony of[b] Christ has been strengthened among you— so that you are not lacking in any spiritual gift as you wait for the revealing of our Lord Jesus Christ. He will also strengthen you to the end, so that you may be blameless on the day of our Lord Jesus Christ. God is faithful; by him you were called into the fellowship of his Son, Jesus Christ our Lord.

  I Corinthians 1:3-9 (NRSV)

 

Imagine the Apostle Paul sitting down at his desk to write a letter:

Dear First Church Corinth,

What in the name of heaven are you doing out there?  I've heard all kinds of stories about how you're fighting over spiritual gifts, allowing factions to get in the way of fellowship-

He stops, reads what he's written, tears it up and throws it away.  He's been trying to write to them for some time.  He's disturbed by what he's heard.  Some of the members are getting high and mighty with their knowledge and lording it over the others.  It's one thing to disagree on faith, it's quite another to announce yours as the only way.  They are squabbling over their spiritual gifts as if one gift and talent is more important than another.  These and other issues are tearing them apart instead of uniting them.  2,000 years later, we're not much different, are we?

There is a host of issues to discuss with them.  They're a fledgling congregation in the cosmopolitan city of Corinth.  There are gods on every corner inviting worship in a culture that is wide open.  This little Christian church worships only one God and they're known as atheists because of it.  Word is out that they eat the body and blood of Jesus.  They're not only atheists, but cannibals.

Paul wants more for them.  They're letting the culture get in the way.  They've reached the tipping point and need guidance.   They need Paul.  They'll have to settle for a well-worded letter from their leader.

Paul turns back to his task with pen in hand.  He loves this congregation.  They have so much going for them.  So, that's where he begins: with what is right about them: God's gifts bestowed on them.  He writes of his gratitude to God "because of the grace of God that has been given to [them.]" (vs 4b)  As we continue to read through this lengthy letter we begin to realize that this short paragraph is also a list of discussion points he'll touch on later.

The more I study scripture, the more I see our culture in it.  We live our faith through our culture -- it's second nature.  It's not all wrong, either.  But sometimes we get carried away.

A friend and colleague of mine heard this on the radio recently:  67% of adults surveyed would rather not give gifts during the holiday season.

Why is this?  There are probably many reasons, but I suggest one of them is, the responsibility for perfection.  Gift-giving is a burden.  Do I buy the latest electronic toy for the kids and risk them becoming spoiled and entitled?  Does my elderly parent with dementia care about that new bathrobe I bought her when she has three perfectly good ones hanging in the closet?

Come Christmas Eve or morning when we open our gifts, what's it like?  Is it fun and filled with surprises?  Or overwhelming?  Or, worse...underwhelming?

It's impossible.  Impossible that I'll get the perfect gift for everyone on my list; that my house will be perfectly decorated; my entertaining will be perfectly elegant; that my cooking will be perfectly superb.

It's impossible.  No matter how much I spend and decorate and cook, it won't be enough.  Does that mean I'm not enough?

What would it be like to decorate and shop and cook and clean, knowing that there's something important happening that is beyond our ability to totally understand: that God loves this world so much that he sends his Son to us?

What would it be like to focus on this gift from God as a way to acknowledge our own longing for love and acceptance Just. As. We. Are.  What would it be like to feel the freedom and rejoicing in the profound love expressed in the manger?

Just. As. We. Are.  How often do you hear someone say, "I love you just as you are?"

Impossible?  Not with God.  Look below your own surface to your spiritual gifts.  These aren't from our culture; they're a part of you in and through the Holy Spirit.

Impossible?  The only thing that's impossible about this is that God is gracious and endows each of us with that grace and there's not a thing we can do about it.

Only eight more days until we celebrate the birth.  In the meantime, we smell the Christmas cookies and furniture polish, listen to the carolers and the vacuum cleaner.  And we also feel God's love surround us and the Spirit's gifts that make us what and who we are.  And we trust that nothing is impossible with God.

Impossible: Love?  God sent his only son to a God-hating world.  Now there's a gift you can't purchase.  Perfect. Sacrificial. Filled with more love than we can possibly imagine.

I pray that your Season of Advent is filled with the knowledge of this love and a stronger sense of the gifts endowed within you by God.  When that happens, the rest of the season takes its place where it belongs.

All glory and honor be to God.

Amen.




December 10, 2017, 12:00 AM

Mission:Impossible — Peace

by Sandy Bach

The spirit of the Lord God is upon me,
    because the Lord has anointed me;
he has sent me to bring good news to the oppressed,
    to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim liberty to the captives,
    and release to the prisoners;
to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor,
    and the day of vengeance of our God;
    to comfort all who mourn;
to provide for those who mourn in Zion—
    to give them a garland instead of ashes,
the oil of gladness instead of mourning,
    the mantle of praise instead of a faint spirit.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
    the planting of the Lord, to display his glory.
They shall build up the ancient ruins,
    they shall raise up the former devastations;
they shall repair the ruined cities,
    the devastations of many generations.

For I the Lord love justice,
    I hate robbery and wrongdoing;[b]
I will faithfully give them their recompense,
    and I will make an everlasting covenant with them.
Their descendants shall be known among the nations,
    and their offspring among the peoples;
all who see them shall acknowledge
    that they are a people whom the Lord has blessed.
10 I will greatly rejoice in the Lord,
    my whole being shall exult in my God;
for he has clothed me with the garments of salvation,
    he has covered me with the robe of righteousness,
as a bridegroom decks himself with a garland,
    and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels.
11 For as the earth brings forth its shoots,
    and as a garden causes what is sown in it to spring up,
so the Lord God will cause righteousness and praise
    to spring up before all the nations.

(Isaiah 61:1-4, 8-11 NRSV)

My Jewish friend, Ira, shared a story with me that goes like this: A disciple ran in to wake up his rabbi, calling out, "Rabbi, the Messiah has arrived!"  The rabbi opened one tired eye and said, "Wake me when we have peace on earth."

Does it seem that way to you?  That peace on earth is what we sing, but don't get?  That peace on earth isn't here, yet?  That God is letting God's people down?

Perhaps you'd like to do as the rabbi did: go back to sleep.

These words from the prophet Isaiah are Jesus' mission statement.  He spoke these words in the synagogue in his hometown Nazareth.  The first couple of verses are absolutely loaded:  "bring good news to the oppressed; bind up the despairing; proclaim liberty to the captives and release to the prisoners; comfort all who mourn; provide for those who mourn; give a garland instead of ashes."

That's a tall order for one man to take on.  So tall, that Jesus had disciples and followers who took on his mission as their own.  That mission has been passed down to you and me today.

And it's still a tall order.  We're the wealthiest nation in the world and can't figure out how to ease poverty, find a solution to gun violence, or even get along with those with whom we disagree.  It's easy to identify the oppressed and despairing, the captive and imprisoned.  What to do about it is the hard part.

Flannery O'Connor wrote that, "All human nature vigorously resists grace because grace changes us and the change is painful."(1) 

In this season of the year when we sing "peace on earth," we see too much of the captives and oppressed.  We drop our coins in the Salvation Army buckets.  We send checks off to those charities that we believe do the most with our money.  We listen to the news faithfully, trying to understand what's happening.  We're a world on edge; a people on edge.  The TV commercial asks, "What's in your wallet?" This week we ask, "What's outside of me?"

We seek peace on earth and peace doesn't come.

We are also the oppressed and despairing, the captive and imprisoned.  We yearn for peace.  We listen to the news with heavy hearts.  We see pain and suffering and we grieve.  We even feel guilty for having it so good.  Where's the peace in all that?  Our hearts are breaking and the Beatitudes speak to us more than ever:

“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.  “Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. “Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth. “Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.  (Matthew 5:3-6 NRSV)

Jesus began his Sermon on the Mount with blessings for the poor in spirit, those who mourn and those who hunger and thirst for righteousness.  Doesn't that include you and me?  We're yearning for peace and comfort and seeing no peace and very little comfort.

Peace is found in prayer with God.  Peace settles upon us in the form of grace: sitting quietly and feeling rested and peaceful for a few minutes; looking upon a newborn baby and seeing one of God's multitudinous miracles; gazing at a sunset; having lunch with a friend.  Isaiah suggests the power of a seed that falls to the ground and dies in order to become a growing and thriving plant.  Peace arrives when we least expect it.

What if we took Flannery OConnor's words seriously?  What would that look like?  Perhaps we're sitting on the sidelines, waiting for Jesus to do something.  Anything.  What if we got in there with him?

Where to begin?  I suggest we begin where our hearts are breaking.  Write it down, draw a picture (yes, even a stick-figure image.)  Write about it, dream about it, pray over it.  Ask for insight, to see it from different angles.  Pray for those who make the situation worse and those who are trying to make it better.  Pray for yourself.  What can you do?  Where can God use you?  Why does this issue hurt so much or make you so angry?  Keep asking why until you hit the core of it.

Isaiah spoke to the captives in Babylon that God was at work and that Isaiah was the messenger of this good news.  God would bind up, bring liberty, comfort and provision.  They could trade in their ashes of mourning for a garland of joy.  How will you trade in your ashes?  How will you walk into the difficult issues that cause you to run away in order to feel the peace of God?

Is it impossible that God can make a difference in the world?  Is peace on earth possible?  The Psalmist wrote about "sowing in tears and reaping with shouts of joy." That "those who go out weeping, bearing the seed for sowing, shall come home with shouts of joy, carrying their sheaves." (Ps 126:5-6)

Will you resist grace?  Or will you allow it to change and transform you?  Will it be any more difficult to pray your way through this than it is to run from it?

God's peace is waiting for you.  Name your issue.  Pray.  Research it.  Pray.  Seek out information.  Pray.  God is waiting for you where it hurts the most.  God will use your tears to transform you and your corner of the world.

Grace and peace are ready to change your life.

Do you have the courage to move into it?

All glory and honor be to God.

Amen.




December 3, 2017, 12:00 AM

Mission:Impossible — Hope

by Sandy Bach

The beginning of the good news[a] of Jesus Christ, the Son of God.[b]

As it is written in the prophet Isaiah,[c]

“See, I am sending my messenger ahead of you,[d]
    who will prepare your way;
the voice of one crying out in the wilderness:
    ‘Prepare the way of the Lord,
    make his paths straight,’”

John the baptizer appeared[e] in the wilderness, proclaiming a baptism of repentance for the forgiveness of sins. And people from the whole Judean countryside and all the people of Jerusalem were going out to him, and were baptized by him in the river Jordan, confessing their sins. Now John was clothed with camel’s hair, with a leather belt around his waist, and he ate locusts and wild honey. He proclaimed, “The one who is more powerful than I is coming after me; I am not worthy to stoop down and untie the thong of his sandals. I have baptized you with[f] water; but he will baptize you with[g] the Holy Spirit.”

Mark 1:1-8 (NRSV)

"Excuse me, Pastor.  But I think you printed the wrong scripture lesson.  You see, this is Christmas.  We want to hear about Bethlehem and angels and shepherds and Magi.  Why are you bringing John the Baptizer into this?  He isn't part of the Christmas story.  Is he?"

It'll be two more weeks before we read a "Christmas Story."  You see, this is Advent.  The four Sundays before Christmas Day when we do two things at once: prepare to meet the child in the manger and prepare to meet our Lord when he returns again.  That's a tall order for just four weeks.  So let's begin.

This is the Sunday of Hope.  And what better way to look at hope than to read about the Baptizer.  He's nothing like Jesus: dresses like the prophet Elijah, lives in the dessert, eats honey and locusts (yuck!)  Strangest of all, he doesn't announce himself.  He doesn't have a cover band to warm up the audience, he doesn't send out PR people to prepare for his arrival.  He simply arrives and does his job of pointing away from himself to the Messiah who will arrive soon.

He calls for repentance for the forgiveness of sins.  He preaches being right with God.

"Do we have to?  Really, Pastor.  Let's do this later.  How about the Season of Lent?  That's a good time to get all sad and do this  forgiveness stuff.  Right now, I'm pretty busy, you know.  Christmas gifts and parties and preparations.  Let's set John aside for Lent."

John will appear several times between now and Easter.  Today, we begin with John.  We begin our journey to the manger with repentance.  We remember that Christ will come again with repentance.

You see, these are two big moments in our Christian world.  Christ is born.  Christ will come again.  How can we NOT repent and turn, once again, to be right with God?

That's the hard part, isn't it?  Repenting.  It's like peeling away the layers of a smelly onion.  These layers are thick and they encompass our hearts, telling us that we can't live without, (fill in the blank): money, anger, war, hate... The popular TV commercial asks, "What's in your wallet?"  Today we might ask, "What's in your heart?"

Of what do we repent?  Repentance comes to us in many ways.  It is personal repentance when your confession is between you and God, alone.  There is also corporate confession when we confess together our sin and receive the assurance of pardon.  I have found repentance in watching the evening news.  I have found healing in stories that show humanity at its best.

But, seriously, is the world worth it?  It's god-forsaken.  It's unlovable.  And I'm unlovable.  We're all unlovable.  Talk about a smelly onion! It's impossible!

Impossible that God could be at work today in this godforsaken world; that God doesn't see the smelly onion and see anything of worth in our hearts; that God would be the least bit interested in inviting us to walk with God.  Impossible that we could hope for peace on earth; an end to hate and anger; a newness of life that leads us to righteous living.

Is anything impossible for God?  I mean, we're talking about God, here.  God, who intervenes in history and sends himself to live among us.  God, who frees us from our worry and hate and anger and all that gets between us and God.  God, who is at work today as diligently as ever, not noticing the smelly onion, but seeing the beauty of what God has created us to be.

We're free.  Free to open our lives to God, so that God can seep into the corners and crevices of our hearts and minds to show us how to live out the Mission of Christ in this godforsaken world.

Mission: Impossible -- Hope.

Yes, it's alive and well.  We live in that hope that we can be freed from it all because someone (God) knows all that stuff about us, and so much more.  We live in the hope that we can be freed from it all because God loves us: smelly and sinful though we may be.

All glory and honor be to God.

Amen.




November 19, 2017, 12:00 AM

The Unbearable Joy of Fear-Filled Discipleship

by Sandy Bach

14 “For it is as if a man, going on a journey, summoned his slaves and entrusted his property to them; 15 to one he gave five talents,[a] to another two, to another one, to each according to his ability. Then he went away. 16 The one who had received the five talents went off at once and traded with them, and made five more talents. 17 In the same way, the one who had the two talents made two more talents. 18 But the one who had received the one talent went off and dug a hole in the ground and hid his master’s money. 19 After a long time the master of those slaves came and settled accounts with them. 20 Then the one who had received the five talents came forward, bringing five more talents, saying, ‘Master, you handed over to me five talents; see, I have made five more talents.’ 21 His master said to him, ‘Well done, good and trustworthy slave; you have been trustworthy in a few things, I will put you in charge of many things; enter into the joy of your master.’ 22 And the one with the two talents also came forward, saying, ‘Master, you handed over to me two talents; see, I have made two more talents.’ 23 His master said to him, ‘Well done, good and trustworthy slave; you have been trustworthy in a few things, I will put you in charge of many things; enter into the joy of your master.’ 24 Then the one who had received the one talent also came forward, saying, ‘Master, I knew that you were a harsh man, reaping where you did not sow, and gathering where you did not scatter seed; 25 so I was afraid, and I went and hid your talent in the ground. Here you have what is yours.’ 26 But his master replied, ‘You wicked and lazy slave! You knew, did you, that I reap where I did not sow, and gather where I did not scatter? 27 Then you ought to have invested my money with the bankers, and on my return I would have received what was my own with interest. 28 So take the talent from him, and give it to the one with the ten talents. 29 For to all those who have, more will be given, and they will have an abundance; but from those who have nothing, even what they have will be taken away. 30 As for this worthless slave, throw him into the outer darkness, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.’  (Matthew 25:14-30 NRSV)

Let's make one thing clear:  you are enough.

If in, reading this parable you think you're not enough, you're not alone.  As Christians, we profess Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior.  With that, we are saved by grace through faith.  I repeat: saved by grace through faith.

You see, it's all about grace.  Grace is God's greatest gift to the world.  We don't earn it; we don't deserve it.  Grace is that unexplained provision that you didn't expect; that moment of serendipity; that sense of feeling God's presence, perhaps for no reason at all.  God's grace is irresistible.  Grace is God's way of saying,  "I love you more than you can ever know."

Then what's this parable all about?  Did Jesus change his mind and decide that we're not saved by grace?  Perhaps we forgot to read the fine print and we have to work for salvation after all.

Let's begin with that third slave.  Does he remind you of someone you know?  Someone who sees the glass half empty.  She has an excuse for every bad thing that's happened to her and it always ends with: it's not my fault.  He blames other people and other situations for his bad luck in life.  She can't possibly accept people as they are, but reads into every action a negative connotation.  He's angry most of the time.

Our third slave is like that.  He sees in the master a harsh man.  Yet, what we see is a generous man, trusting his slaves to care for his money while he's gone.  He gives money to each slave, "according to his ability."  He sees in the one-talent man the potential to make money.  Apparently, the two-talent and five-talent slaves have proven themselves in the past and receive more responsibility.  Not only that, the  money with which he entrusts them is huge.  One Talent, alone, is equal to 15 years' wages.

The third slave had a golden opportunity to rise above his station, to prove to himself and to the master his God-given gifts.  Instead, he couldn't take the risk.  He was afraid so he played it safe.  Despite the master's faith and trust in him, he couldn't trust himself enough to risk.  Rather than drop the money off at the local bank, he angrily buried it.  "There!  I'll show him!"

I don't want to be that slave.  God has richly gifted me.  I want to pay it forward.  But, I'm afraid.  I'm scared to do more than drop a dollar in the hand of a homeless man at the red light.  I write checks to various charities, knowing that my few dollars will do so much more than I can imagine.  Yet, I never have the time to drop in and visit the homeless shelter.  I'm afraid to risk.

The two- and five-talent slaves dove in with both feet!  They felt God's grace and it empowered them to step up and make things happen.  They managed to double the investment, but it took years.  It wasn't easy.  They almost lost everything a few times.  Some investments weren't as lucrative as others.  They misjudged, on occasion.  But, the master had trusted them so they kept at it.  And the day he returned, they proudly returned to him twice what they had received.

What will you do with what God has graced you with?  I hope that you'll spend some time thinking about how you've been gifted.  That those painful experiences may have also been teaching moments; that your career choice developed your skills; that age and experience have taught you more than you realize.

This week, as you sit down to Thanksgiving dinner, perhaps you can give thanks for those things.  List them, embrace them.  This is where life has brought you by the grace of God.  God has been with you, yes even you, through both the easy and the difficult times in your life.  What have you learned from them?  In what ways are you a better person for having lived through them.  It took risk, but you did it anyway.

Now, pay it forward.  Where is God calling you to be?  Perhaps giving more money to the poor.  Writing letters to your Senators encouraging acts of justice for those who are sidelined.  Volunteering at the local shelter or food pantry.  Mentoring young people who are just beginning their careers.  Working with children to encourage them to reach their potential.

Will you take the risk?  Jesus calls us to do just that.  Risk.  Jump into that river of grace.  Expand your horizons.  Accept Jesus' invitation to that high-risk adventure of faith and discipleship.

Scared?

Yes.  So am I.

Find someone to jump in with you.   And then welcome others to that unbearable joy of fear-filled discipleship.

All glory and honor be to God.

Amen.




November 5, 2017, 12:00 AM

Walking the Talk

by Sandy Bach

Then Jesus said to the crowds and to his disciples, “The scribes and the Pharisees sit on Moses’ seat; therefore, do whatever they teach you and follow it; but do not do as they do, for they do not practice what they teach. They tie up heavy burdens, hard to bear,[a] and lay them on the shoulders of others; but they themselves are unwilling to lift a finger to move them. They do all their deeds to be seen by others; for they make their phylacteries broad and their fringes long. They love to have the place of honor at banquets and the best seats in the synagogues, and to be greeted with respect in the marketplaces, and to have people call them rabbi. But you are not to be called rabbi, for you have one teacher, and you are all students.[b] And call no one your father on earth, for you have one Father—the one in heaven. 10 Nor are you to be called instructors, for you have one instructor, the Messiah.[c] 11 The greatest among you will be your servant. 12 All who exalt themselves will be humbled, and all who humble themselves will be exalted. (Matthew 23:1-12 NRSV)

The funeral was painful.  He had suffered cancer for two years and died peacefully. Surrounding him at his death were his closest friends and his family.  Anyone who knew us would have viewed the dichotomy.

His family knew his brokenness.  We knew him to be an angry man who tried to handle it and, at times, managed to do so.  But, we also remember the rages and the humiliation at his hands.  He was a brilliant man, but his narcissism ultimately controlled him.

His friends only knew a man who was funny, talented, caring and knowledgeable.  They were younger than him, and he mentored many of them.  They had many stories to share with us.  His friends loved him and listened to his wisdom while teasing him.  His family loved him while tiptoeing around him.

The funeral was painful because no one was willing to speak up for the painful side of him.  No one permitted family to speak about his brokenness.  We weren't allowed to share the story of his daughter's wedding day when he felt the presence of God and worked diligently to convert to Catholicism.  We weren't allowed to grieve the loss of this broken, hurting man.  Instead, we buried a pillar of the society who could no wrong.

That's why All Saints' Day is important for me.  Traditionally celebrated on November 1st, it's a time to remember those who have died in the faith.  These are the saints who have gone before us.

We remember them because they taught us or modeled their faith.  Like the woman who got tired of seeing the children playing in their yards instead of going to church.  She gathered them up and brought them to Sunday school.

Like the elder who took a young, newly married man and mentored him through his early 20's.

We remember those who told their stories boldly.  The World War II Veteran who ran behind a hill with his fellow Lieutenant when the bombers flew over.   When the bombing was over he turned to see that, though he came out unscathed, his comrade had died.  Why?''  he asked.  "Why not me, I wasn't married with a family like this guy."

We remember those who suffered long illnesses with grace; the musicians who showed up every Sunday morning; our Sunday school teachers; our Youth leaders.  We also remember those who showed up, broken and alone.

Jesus is still in the temple in Jerusalem.  The religious elite are done arguing with him.  Jesus knows, however, that this reprieve will be short.  Within a few days he'll be betrayed, tried and crucified.  Before he goes, he has some more teaching to do.  So he turns to the crowds and his disciples to begin the teaching.

"Do as the religious leaders say.  They are learned men and they do a good job interpreting scripture.  Don't do as they say, though.  They don't walk their talk."

When we are put in a position of power, it becomes all too easy to believe our own press.  Ministers and pastors run into this often.  They are seen as men and women with Biblical authority.  They are intelligent and speak truthfully.  And they get used to being treated with deference.  The more beloved they are, the greater the honors given them.  Before long, they arrive at a banquet and head for the best seat in the house like a metal is drawn to a magnet.

After a while, no one dares argue with them.  No one confronts them.  And they fall easily into a state of being loved, not for who they really are, but because of their authority.

There are a few who go further.  These are the ones who aren't particularly comfortable in their own skin.  They make sure you know that they are the Rev. Dr. Jones from that tall steeple church.  They pretend humility.  They pretend everything.

They are the hypocrites.  The ones who deceive themselves and others into believing they are something they aren't.  The ones who cover up their sins behind pretenses of pietism.  The phonies and fakes.  The fearful and broken.  The proud and damaged. The loving and lovable.  The caring and cared for.

In fact they are all of us.

We are the saints who say one thing and do another.  We say, "yes" to the Beatitudes until we see the latest news.  We speak of racial equality while ignoring our white privilege.  We strive to serve the poor but can't seem to find the money or the time to reach out ourselves.  We pray for peace and demand vengeance.

It's all of us.  We are confused and torn by what we honestly believe and how we carry out that belief.  We look for the Kingdom of Heaven and see very little, if anything.  We are worn out by compassion for hurricane victims and threats of war in the world and violence in our nation.  We are sick and tired of those who seek their ten minutes of fame.  We're tired of arguing and bickering; of agreeing over nothing.

Where's the good news?

The good news is found on All Saints' Day.  In many churches across the world, it was celebrated this past Wednesday.  Others will celebrate it today.  There is much good news to be found in this remembrance.

We remember that a Sunday school teacher may have been a great person, but they were also bigoted;  that the wonderful choir director was an abusive husband; that each of these saints weren't perfect."  Saints are Christians.  And they were Christians.  But, they were also broken in some way, just as you and I are broken in our ways.

On All Saints' Day we remember those who have gone before us not as perfect people but as people perfected by our Lord.  This is a reminder that our Lord is perfecting us right now in this minute and every day.

Embrace your brokenness and let it go.  Give it to God.  It won't be easy.  For some of us, it'll take a lifetime.  But you can begin, if you haven't already.  Give to God your pain and desire for revenge; your broken spirit; your fear; your burdens.  Let it go.

It's a gift to God who will embrace you even as you let go.  God will fill that void left by the anger or fear.  Perhaps not today, but soon.  God will work with you to transform your life, to perfect you.

As I sat at that funeral, I was angry and, sadly, everyone knew it.  But in the years since then, I've learned about Narcissistic Personality Disorder. I've looked back on my life of abuse and realize that God was present with me to make me stronger.

Most of all, I give thanks that when he took his last breath, I believe with all my heart that he fell into Jesus' arms and sobbed out a lifetime of pain.

Do we have the courage to do the same on this side of life?

All glory and honor be to God.

Amen.


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