Tuesday, July 22, 2025

Frustrating Prayers (Reflection on Pentecost 7, Year C 2025)

 


“So I say to you, Ask, and it will be given to you; search, and you will find; knock, and the door will be opened for you. (Luke 11:9)

Yup. All you have to do is ask. But here’s where the Bible gives us grief: What happens when you ask and you don’t, receive, seek and don’t find, knock and the person on the other side of the door tells you to get lost? The Gospel lesson for Pentecost 7, Year C (Luke 11: 1-13) is potentially a faith-annihilating scripture for anyone who has been praying their butt off when God doesn’t seem to be listening.

The lesson starts with the disciples asking Jesus to teach them to pray. After all, John the Baptist taught his disciples. Now, you’d think the act of prayer wouldn’t require an instruction manual, but I guess in the world of this text folks were so used to formal prayers led by priests or rabbis that they were afraid they’d mess it up if they just tried to do it on their own. Jesus gives them some pretty good advice about what to pray for. Unfortunately, if you think about it too hard, even these simple supplications don’t look like anything God’s in a big hurry to grant.

Check it out: We’re told to ask God to make his name holy to us, but we’re seldom open to observing or remembering the sacred. We ask God to send God’s kingdom—God’s rule of righteousness, peace, and love—but we’re still living in a kingdom of our own making (which pretty much sucks!). We ask for our daily bread, but folks are still going hungry. We ask to have our sins[i] forgiven just as we forgive those indebted to us[ii]. We might be in real trouble with this one. Finally, we ask not to be put to the test when we live in a world of violence, inflation, climate change, sickness, political polarization, and a bunch of dumbasses who get on our last nerves. If God answers prayer, shouldn’t we get a break from all of this?

The clever fellows who cooked up the Revised Common Lectionary decided to stick this lesson Jesus gives us about praying for stuff we don’t seem to be getting with a continuation of last week’s story from Genesis (Genesis 18:20-32). Here Abraham is bargaining with God like a gringo tourist dickering with a Tijuana street vendor. God’s told Abraham he’s going to Sodom to open a giant can of holy wrath on the godless miscreants who live there—who, by the way, really deserve to get their asses kicked. This is an issue for Abraham since his nephew Lot and Lot’s family are residents of Sodom. He doesn’t want God to wipe out family members, so he enters into this negotiation—careful to be respectful and not piss God off—in order to save Lot. Abrahm essentially slaps God with one of the most challenging of all moral conundrums: which is the bigger sin—letting the guilty get away with their evil or punishing the innocent?

(We know which choice the Israeli government is making today. They’d happily drop bombs and kill 99 innocent Gazan civilians if it meant killing one Hamas terrorist. I think the Bible suggests just the opposite. But I digress.)

Spoiler alert: Abraham’s prayer for mercy goes unanswered. God can’t seem to find ten righteous people in all of Sodom, so he lets Lot and family escape and then nukes the whole town.[iii] I think Abraham showed himself to be a pretty good guy here, praying for mercy for people who didn’t deserve it. Nevertheless, this was an unanswered prayer. Perhaps the effect the prayer had on the people of Sodom was less important in God’s eyes than the effect it had on Abraham for praying it. Maybe the crucial thing was the very act of prayer, the attempt to connect with God and the compassion needed to reach out for others. Perhaps this is what God really wanted. This makes me wonder if, perhaps, God really did answer Abraham’s prayer, just not in the way Abraham expected it.

All of this gets me thinking about my own prayer life. Yeah, I do all the liturgical prayers on Sunday, and I pray at church council meetings and when I make pastoral care calls. Still, I find I might be neglecting my own personal prayer time. When I do pray, it’s usually because I need to ask God for a personal favor or I need to make intercession for somebody. Sometimes I ask for guidance, wisdom, and advice which doesn’t look like it’s forthcoming. I don’t often stop and thank God for being God or ask that I might be open to seeing the holy around me.

There’s this one intercessory prayer I shoot up almost every day on my drive to work. I drive past the Sacred Heart Cemetery in Mt. Holly, New Jersey where, some years ago, I laid to rest two sisters who were brutally murdered. When I spoke with their parents before their funeral and felt the overwhelming, crushing nature of their grief, I knew there was absolutely nothing I would ever say that would ease their pain or take away the torment of their loss. I pray for those two bereaved people every time I pass that cemetery. I pray God will grant them peace—a peace I know they may never feel. Yet I pray for it anyway. I keep wondering if these prayers of mine are changing me even if they’re not changing circumstances.

The only thing Jesus tells us the Father will give is the Holy Spirit, and maybe that’s what we really need after all. The world will not change unless we change. So, we keep on praying and asking in faith believing—in the immortal words of Mick Jagger—you can’t always get what you want, but if you try some time, you might find you get what you need.

Want to feel the Holy Spirit? Keep praying.

I will send up a few prayers for YOU, Dear Reader, and I hope you come and visit me again.

 


[i] The Greek here is hamartias emon which means our “missing the mark” or “falling short.” It doesn’t necessarily mean our willful disobedience to God’s law. It means our nature of being total screw-ups.

[ii] The Greek here is panti opheilanti hemin. It is translated literally in the New Revised Standard Version as “everyone indebted to us.” This means those who owe us money are to have their debts forgiven just as we are to forgive those who may have wronged us. Trough ask, don’t you think?

[iii] See Genesis 19: 24. Actually, things didn’t work out that well for Lot and Company either. His wife was turned to a pillar of salt. As for the rest of the story (Genesis 19:30-37) you really don’t want to know. Trust me.

Wednesday, July 16, 2025

Lessons in Hospitality (Reflections on Pentecost 6, Year C 2025)

 


“Let me bring a little bread, that you may refresh yourselves—since you have come to your servant.” (Genesis 18:5)

In our first weeks as new students at the Lutheran Theological Seminary at Philadelphia[i] my classmates and I were instructed to expose ourselves to different styles of worship. Our field ed supervisor encouraged us to consider the wild possibility that there are other Christians out there besides Lutherans, and that, by visiting churches of other denominations, we might actually learn a little something about how to be the Church. Subsequently, a bunch of us found our way down Germantown Avenue to the New Bethel African Methodist Episcopal Church.

As you can imagine, when a bunch of white folks wander into an AME church, no matter how large the congregation might be (and New Bethel was a very big congregation), the regulars know right away that you’re strangers. A very polite usher escorted us to our seats and then informed the senior pastor of our presence. The pastor greeted us from the pulpit. When he found out we were seminarians, he was delighted. When he found out we were from the Lutheran seminary, the seminary which had welcomed African American clergy of different denominations to study part-time through evening classes, he invited us to stay after service for a chicken dinner—an offer we couldn’t refuse. It’s pretty nice to feel welcomed and included.

Hospitality and welcome are the themes which run through the lessons in the Revised Common Lectionary for Pentecost 6, Year C this year. In the Gospel (Luke 10:38-42) Jesus is paying a little house call on the sisters Martha and Mary. Both ladies welcome him and his disciples, but Martha heads to the kitchen to prepare something for Jesus and his buddies to eat, while Mary keeps Jesus and the other guys company. Both are good hostesses, even if Martha gets a bit bent out of shape because she’s doing the work while Mary sits around. Jesus gently scolds Martha for picking on her sis. After all, haven’t we all been to a dinner party where the hostess was so busy preparing for her guests that she’s had no time to enjoy their company? That kind of defeats the purpose of having guests, don’t you think?

What really sticks out to me when I read these lessons now is the First Lesson from Genesis 18: 1-10. This is one of those weird stories from the Hebrew scriptures which, because we’re separated from the text by centuries, language, and culture, tends to leave us asking, “What the freak does that mean?” Who are these three mysterious dudes who greet Abraham at the oaks of Mamre? Why does Abe make such a fuss over them? Are they angels? The Holy Trinity? God and some personal assistants? How does he recognize them?

The Bible doesn’t always give us the answers, but I think the questions are secondary to the point. Whether these three guys were God or angels or whatever, Abraham goes all-out to welcome them. He promised little, but he provided much more. (Well, actually, he had Sarah and his servant provide. They were the “Marthas” in this story while Abraham was the “Mary”—keeping his guests company.) This was only the right and decent thing to do. In a wild and inhospitable environment, it’s a good idea to welcome strangers because you never know if someday you’re going to need help yourself.

This story is contrasted with the less-than-gracious welcome the angels get when they visit Sodom down the road in chapter 19. Abraham’s nephew Lot lives there. He isn’t a bad host, but the rest of the gang in town aren’t particularly friendly. This is one of the stories from the Bible we don’t teach in Sunday school as it’s pretty PG-13. I don’t want to get too far into the weeds with the nasty details but suffice it to say God isn’t happy with the shameful attitude the Sodom folks have towards the newcomers or the way they dis Lot because he is a foreigner himself.

This story form Genesis speaks to me today because of the current anti-immigrant “round ‘em up and ship ‘em out” attitude towards immigrants in the United States. I read this week the statement by the Roman Catholic Archbishop of Miami, Thomas Wenski concerning the detention facility Homeland Security has constructed in the Florida Everglades known as Alligator Alcatraz. This is a facility designed with the purpose of detaining up to 5,000 individuals whose only crime may be that they entered this country illegally. The structures are overcrowded tents which provide little protection from the intense heat and mosquitoes and no protection at all from flooding rains or hurricanes. The facility opened on the third of this month and there have already been complaints about insufficient food, limited access to water, and restrictions against visiting clergy.

Archbishop Wenski noted on the archdiocese’s website:

"We have a detention center in the middle of the jungle, surrounded by snakes, alligators, mosquitoes, and more. It is an inhumane situation…It is insulting that those who should know better are mocking the misery of their brothers and sisters. We are all brothers and sisters, and no one should ridicule the suffering of other people. Even the name 'Alligator Alcatraz' is a cruel mockery of the pain those people endure."[ii]

I can’t say I have the answer to America’s immigration problem, but I know indiscriminately arresting and incarcerating any or all undocumented individuals—especially in dangerous or unhealthy detention centers—is not the answer. I applaud Archbishop Wenski for speaking out on behalf of the Christian faith. Americans may not treat every undocumented person with the effusive hospitality with which Abraham greeted the strangers at the oaks of Mamre, but neither should we treat fellow human beings in the way the men of Sodom treated Lot’s visitors. We are called to be like Abraham and see the divinity in all people.

Jesus said. “I was a stranger, and you welcomed me.” [iii] Martha shared what she had when thirteen hungry guests showed up at her door. Mary gave them her loving attention. Abraham recognized in the wanderers the very presence of the Lord God. I won’t suggest that every American who reads these words of mine should rush out and protest an ICE raid, but I do believe that, just like Sodom, the United States will be punished in some way should these current policies continue. To dehumanize others cannot possibly be to our benefit.

As Christians wea re called to be aware. We are called to hold others to account. And we are called to love our neighbor as ourselves when, like the Samaritan[iv], we show them mercy.

 


[i] It’s now the Philadelphia Campus of the United Lutheran Seminary.

[iii] Matthew 25:35.

[iv] Luke 10:25-37

Wednesday, July 2, 2025

Rejoice or Mourn? Both! (Reflections on Pentecost 4, Year C and Independence Day 2025)

 Rejoice with Jerusalem, and be glad for her, all you who love her; rejoice with her in joy, all you who mourn for her. (Isaiah 66:10)

I always love the Fourth of July. For me, fireworks never get old. They’re kind of like chocolate chip cookies. No matter how often I experience them, they always make me smile. And, like everybody else, I like a good celebration. As a kid, the Fourth was a time to eat hotdogs and gather with the neighborhood kids after dark when Mr. Gallagher, our neighbor, set off an impressive and highly illegal pyrotechnic display in the street in front of his house. Today I look at the Fourth a bit differently.

Like the writer of Third Isaiah above, I rejoice for my country even as I mourn for her. I feel deeply for America on her birthday. I guess I rejoice we’ve made this experiment in democratic government work for 249 years. I rejoice that we’ve always had the ability to course correct. Those brave 18th century gentlemen who fought our war of Revolution won independence but, when all the dust settled, found a new nation deeply in debt with farms and towns ruined and a diverse population which knew what form of government it didn’t want but wasn’t quite sure about the form it did want. Nevertheless, they rolled up their ragged sleeves and created a nation. Our ancestors formed an egalitarian government, established civil rights, abolished slavery (at a pretty high and bloody cost), built cities and infrastructure, created social safety nets, defeated fascism in Europe, and generously exported the produce of our God-given prosperity to people around the world.

And, of course, we’ve made a boatload of mistakes along the way. Some of them rather recently in my view.

I mourn when I consider wars we’ve engaged in which could and should have been avoided. I mourn for our veterans and pray they receive the care they deserve. I grieve to think of the vast and growing income inequality in our nation. I shake my uncomprehending head at the persistence of gun violence. I fret over our broken immigration system and our current epidemic of xenophobia. I sigh helplessly for those affected by climate disasters and I worry how we can continue to rebuild when floods, hurricanes, tornados and wildfires seem so relentless and so many in government seem so unconcerned about the causes of these tragedies.

But I really want to find reasons to celebrate. I feel like those to whom Third Isaiah wrote. Those Judean exiles—hostages really—whom the Persians allowed to return to their ancestral land. They must’ve felt like throwing a party when the captivity they’d known all their lives ended and they could migrate back to the place their parents told them was the homeland God himself had prepared for them. But when they got there, they saw there wasn’t too much to rejoice about. Everything was in ruins, and nothing was what they had been told to expect.

And yet, God was still God. “You shall see,” the prophet told them, “and your heart shall rejoice; your bodies shall flourish like the grass; and it shall be known that the hand of the Lord is with his servants…”

The hand of the Lord is with his servants. Perhaps they were reminded that God had called God’s people to be servants. Perhaps they remembered the word of the Lord to their ancestor Abraham:

I will make of you a great nation, and I will bless you and make your name great, so that you will be a blessing. I will bless those who bless you, and the one who curses you I will curse, and in you all the families of the earth shall be blessed.[i]

Perhaps, in their great disappointment they remembered God’s faithfulness and began to celebrate anew. They were people with a purpose. They might’ve been knocked down, but they could rebuild, reorganize, and reimagine themselves. All they needed was faith in God and belief that they would be blessed so they could be a blessing to all the families of the earth.

When Jesus sent out his seventy-member advance team (our Gospel lesson in the RCL: Luke 10:1-11, 16-20), he sent them out on faith. They didn’t have a bankroll or a credit card. He knew—and they knew too—that the world was a dangerous place. They were sent out like lambs in the midst of wolves. Nevertheless, they went forward believing that God was with them. They went ahead trusting in both God’s providence and their mission as servants. They were commissioned by Jesus to bring tidings of peace to the poor and healing to the sick. They did what was asked of them, and they returned with joy.

As we observe this 249th anniversary of America’s independence, how shall we go forward? I’d like to suggest a slight reimagining of the American Dream. So far, that dream has been to own a home and be financially better off than the previous generation. Maybe we need to think a little more like servants. Maybe we should dream that everyone in America has a roof over their heads, and those roofs will be secure from the ravages of a (currently) ungovernable nature. Everyone will have enough to eat. Everyone will be safe on the streets where they live. All the sick and elderly will have the care they need and deserve, and our nation will continue to work for peace and prosperity for all the families of the earth.

Perhaps our national prayer should be the words of that lovely song:

America, America! May God thy gold refine; Til all success be nobleness and every gain divine.

We may feel like sheep among wolves, but God is still on the throne, our nation and our democracy still exist, and our command from Christ to serve is still in force. There is still reason to celebrate.

I hope you enjoy the hot dogs and fireworks. Don’t lose hope. Please come see me again!

 


[i] Genesis 12:2-3