Do You Believe in Demons? (Reflections on Pentecost 5)

So where are you on the subject of Evil Spirits? This Sunday's gospel lesson in the Revised Common Lectionary is a spooky tale from Luke's gospel (Luke 8:26-39) better suited to Halloween than the breezy days of summer. It concerns a wild man with superhuman strength who runs around naked in a graveyard and is possessed by a "legion" of demons.

In Jesus' day, those who suffered with mental illness were considered to be possessed by demons. I have to confess that I have always been--as I suspect you are too--uneasy around the mentally unhinged. The loss of one's faculties is, after all, a pretty scary thing. Maybe seeing craziness in others makes me fear it in myself. When I was a chaplain at the Hospital of the University of Pennsylvania I was often called to enter the locked psychiatric ward, and I did so with a sense of dread as if I were entering a House of Horrors. It took me a long time to see the mentally afflicted as God's children. Today I'm happy to report that I can enter the secured dementia ward at the Veteran's Home where I volunteer without hesitation. But it took me a while to get to this point.

(Maybe being a parish pastor for so many years helped me get used to craziness. I don't have enough space here  to tell you about all of the whack-o characters who have found their way to my church door over the years, but--believe me..!--the word "eccentric" doesn't even begin to apply!)

But back to my question: Do you believe in demons? Are there any evil spirits in your life? Some describe those addicted to alcohol and drugs as being possessed by a demon. There are also demons of fear and anger. I've heard that those suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder feel as if something unnatural has invaded their minds and forced them to behave in ways they've never intended. Is an eating disorder a demon? Such a disorder is a destructive urge which robs a person of self control.

And then there are the demons of our own insecurities and wounded egos. Even when life seems to be going well, a sinful desire to turn from gratitude to God and curve in on ourselves makes us ruin the blessings we've been given.

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But on to the Lectionary. Here are a couple of thoughts I had while reading this gospel story:

First, the people in the country of the Gerasenes try to restrain this poor demonically possessed fellow with chains and shackles--which seems pretty cruel if you ask me. Still, it suggests to me how hard we try to subdue the destructive urges of our loved ones to no avail. The demoniac breaks the chains (v. 29). No one can be healed of their demons by another person.

It seems that the very nature of these demons is self-destruction. They drive the man into the tombs, the place of death. Everything they do defies life and wholeness. They find the forgiving and loving presence of Jesus to be a "torment," (v. 28) preferring the misery they know to the wholeness which they do not know. Strangely, the demons want to be known. They beg Jesus not to send them to the abyss (v.31) and desire suicide rather than obscurity (v. 33). Sometime I think that our fame -obsessed culture--in which young people tout their most embarrassing moments on facebook--is a sort of demon.

No good deed goes unpunished. The Gerasenes are afraid when they see the demoniac healed (v.37). Maybe they felt better having a poor soul upon whom they could look down. The man's new-found wholeness reflects their own stagnation, their own demon of complacency. Similarly, the demon of their greed values the monetary worth of the herd of swine more than the wellness of their brother. Don't we find this demon running loose in our American culture in which a balanced federal budget is prized more highly than the health of the poor or the education of the young? The Gerasenes want nothing to do with this man, Jesus. The one who casts out the demons is himself cast out (v. 37). I'm reminded of saying by a Baptist preacher from North Philly, Bill Moore: "If the Devil ain't botherin' you, you ain't botherin' the Devil!"

Finally, the former demoniac is filled with a missionary zeal and begs to be one of Jesus' followers. Jesus, however, advises a more cautious path. It's one thing to be newly cleansed and want to make a spectacular change in our life's direction. But Jesus tells him to stay at home and let the gift of healing sink in. "Return to your home," he says, "and declare how much God has done for you."

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I'll be honest. My demons attack me from time to time. I get depressed, angry, and anxious. My ego afflicts me at the worst times. What can I do? I try to take Martin Luther's advice and "fart at the Devil." That is, I try not to take myself so seriously. I look for the comedy and I remember that it is God who made me, and God who makes me whole. It's not about me.

Thanks for reading, friends. May God protect you from the demons, and may you live in light and the joy of the Lord!

The Top 10 Insights From This Week's Gospel (Reflections on Pentecost 3)

You know what bugs me? The fact that the gospel stories in the post-Pentecost season in Year C of the Revised Common Lectionary are so darn good! Why does this distress me, you ask? Because the post-Pentecost season comes during the summer months when so many people choose to skip church. Hey! I have to tell you: If you're soaking up the sun at the Jersey shore this Sunday morning, you're missing out on a really good read from sacred scripture.

Fortunately for you, my friend, your Old Religious Guy--in an homage to David Letterman--will now present you with the Top 10 insights from this Sunday's lesson.

The gospel reading assigned for Pentecost 3 is from Luke 7: 11-17 and tells the story of how Jesus raises a widow's only son from the dead to the astonishment of the people of a town called Nain. Here are my Top 10 insights on this miraculous tale:

NUMBER ONE: No one should ever have to bury their own child. The tragic irony of parenthood is that we have complete responsibility for a life over which we ultimately have no control. When our children are born we meet both supreme joy and supreme terror. We cannot imagine the pain of losing such a precious gift. And if our child dies, there is no consolation. We may learn to function, but we are never the same again.

In the world of this Bible story, the death of this woman's only son is even more catastrophic. As a widow with no son to protect her, she will be reduced to a life of dependency on other family member or a life of begging. She will be considered abandoned by God.

NUMBER TWO: Jesus touches the bier of the dead man. Ick! Who wants to touch dead things? Think about it. Do you like to go to funerals? Are you comfortable with other people's pain and grief? Are you willing to enter into emotionally devastating places with someone else? Or do you choose to avoid the subject? Can you deal with questions of mortality? Can you go into a hospital room and face a cancer patient whose body is wasted away, whose hair has been sacrificed to chemo therapy, who is impaled with IV needles, whose arms are purple with bruises? Can you enter a nursing home and tolerate the smell of urine and feces and imminent death?

Jesus can.

NUMBER THREE: Jesus raises the young man from the dead. This is a troublesome miracle for folks in the post-modern world. We might have a tendency to try and explain it away. A neurologist at the hospital where I serve as on-call clergy keeps telling me that "dead" may not be as dead as we think. That is, our scientific methods for determining brain death may not be accurate, and some patients might actually have the possibility of revival after appearing to have demised. But if we apply this interpretation to the gospel story, we rob it of its miraculous character.

Unfortunately, purely miraculous thinking can lead us down a troubling path, too. I was once called to the above-mentioned hospital to minister to an African-Caribbean family who had just lost a twenty-year-old son to a long-time illness. Through her sobs the boy's mother asked me if I could raise her son back to life. I had to tell her, "No."

What do we do with a story like this one in Luke's gospel? I think it's best just to take it at face value: In this particular incident, a miracle occurred. And sometimes they do. Yesterday, a woman was rescued from the rubble of a collapsed building in Philadelphia after having been buried in debris for thirteen hours. This was a miracle. Other people died under the same collapsing roof. This was tragedy. It's best for us not to impose a meaning on any of it. Doing so only leads to guilt or a lack of faith.

NUMBER FOUR: The entire community gave glory to God. A cynic might say that the people of Nain rejoice when this boy is raised to life because they know they're off the hook for taking care of the boy's mother. Still, I'm convinced that there are other issues at play here. First, the people rejoice that there is a prophet in the land (verse 16), and that God has not abandoned them. No matter how lost we get in our own misery, God always has a word of hope for us should we be willing to hear it and believe it. Second, these folks know how to rejoice with each other. There is a complete lack of selfishness in this community. If one person is blessed, they are all blessed together. How very unlike our competitive culture!

Perhaps we could take a lesson from these first century folks and learn how to mourn and rejoice together as a people. How would it feel to be part of a community willing to enter into grief without fear and enter into joy without selfishness?  Imagine a screaming baby in church, and the whole congregation smiling because a family has been blessed with a child (however disruptive!).

NUMBERS FIVE through TEN: There are no numbers five through ten. I just thought "Top 10" sounded better than "Top Four."

Thanks for visiting, my friends. May you have a lovely summer, and may God's peace be with you!

Why the Holy Trinity?

 

 

Some year ago my wife and I were visiting her sister in rural North Carolina. My sister-in-law invited us to attend a Sunday night prayer meeting at the local Southern Baptist church she attended. I found this congregation very friendly and welcoming. Pastor Bobby (I think that's what his name was), dressed in a snazzy double-breasted suit and carrying a Bible the size of Rhode Island, had decided to forgo his sermon that evening and, instead, held a Q & A night. A nine-year-old boy in the congregation asked, "Are Jehovah's Witnesses really Christians?"

 

Pastor Bobby answered, "Well, technically, no. The reason I say this is because the Jehovah's Witnesses don't believe in the Holy Trinity."

 

"But why do we have to believe in the Trinity?" the boy asked.

 

Pastor Bobby smiled. Then he looked down from the pulpit straight at me and said, "Let's let our Lutheran brother answer that one!"

 

Thanks, Bobby, I thought. Sure. Put the visitor on the spot. But I stood up and addressed the congregation, knowing I'd better have a pretty good answer for this one. Truth be told, I hadn't really pondered this question too much. I've always just swallowed the Church's teaching. So on this night I was preaching as much to myself as to the nine-year-old Baptist boy and the congregation which surrounded him.

 

Why must we believe in the Trinity? First, let me deal with the history of the question. The Trinity became dogma--literally a decree or command--after the Council of Nicaea in 325 C.E. The Roman emperor Constantine convened the Council to deal with the theological dispute about the nature of Christ. Was this a political move? Sure. Old Constantine wanted all his subjects to be on the same page. In the Middle Ages, one would confess the Trinity simply because you'd be burned at the stake as a heretic if you didn't. All that having been said, I still believe that those early Church Fathers at Nicaea got it right when they attempted to define humankind's experience of God.

 

So what goes through your head when you hear the word "God?" An invisible old man in the clouds? I hope not. To me, in spite of the gorgeous depictions of the Father God in centuries of Christian art (See the Francisco Albani painting I used above), I explain God as creation and existence. God is the very fact and state of all being. For an analogy, I go back to the appearance of God to Moses in Exodus chapter 3. Moses encounters a bush which is burning but not consumed--a living presence giving off the source of life, light and warmth, but never decaying or ending. When Moses asks for the name of God, he is told that name is "I AM." God IS. And all that is is in and of God.

 

But experiencing God as Creative Existence is impersonal, cold and frightening. We must also experience that love is present in this experience, and that the joy of relationship exists, too. As Christians, we experience this divine love reflected in the sacrificial love of Jesus on the cross. Here we see what makes our being worthwhile, the willingness to deny personal survival for love of others. We see the depths of our depravity in the cruelty of the cross, but in Christ's willingness to suffer it we see the holiness of love. Out of death we see real, meaningful life.

 

Yet even this experience is not enough unless we also contemplate the Spirit of God. In both Biblical Hebrew and Greek, the word "spirit" can also mean "breath" and "wind." In Genesis 2:7 God breathes into man's nostrils the breath of life, and the man becomes alive. Both breath and wind are actions. When they cease to do, they cease to be. God's activity and God's life are what we experience when we experience God as Spirit. When we contemplate God as Spirit, we acknowledge that this Spirit is present in us. Indeed, it is present in all life. So the Spirit not only connects us with God, but with each other and the whole universe. Should I sin against my brother, I have sinned against God and against myself, for we are all connected in one Spirit.

 

If I neglect the Spirit of God, I can still find myself alone in the garden with my loving Jesus, but my focus will be on my own comfort and individual salvation. I will be useless to the world around me.

 

If I take Jesus out of the equation, I can still be awed by the Creator God and connected to Creation; however, I will not know the sacrificial love of God. I will never give of myself. Life will be cold and empty without the image of both love and suffering. If I remove Christ's compassion, forgiveness, empathy, and eternal life from  my conception of God, with what can I replace them?

 

And even if I focus on Christ's great love and the interconnectedness of all living things, I still have to keep the awesomeness of Creation in mind. Without reflection on the mystery of the great I AM, I run the risk of becoming too involved with my own efforts and losing all perspective.

 

The beauty of Trinitarian thought is that one may encounter God through any of the three experiences. We can know God in the beauty of creation, we can know God in the sacrificial love of Christ and others, and we can know God through divine actions which make our own existence meaningful. We can enter through any of the three doors, and be led to experience the other two.

 

Obviously, all of the above is woefully inadequate to describe the mystery of God. I do hope, however, that it gives you something to ponder and to discuss. May the awesomeness of creation, the divine and eternal compassion and mercy of the cross, and animating gust of all life be with you all!

 

 

Mourning on Memorial Day

(Yes, I know that this Sunday--May 26--is the Feast of the Holy Trinity, and I just might try to post some thoughts on this doctrine at a later date. But please indulge me as I write on a subject which has been very much on my mind.)

Memorial Day weekend is coming up, and I'm still thinking of Cassie.

You see, there are all kinds of deaths that are suffered for the sake of our country by those who put on her uniform.

The young soldier whom I'll call "Cassie" (not her real name) rang the doorbell at Faith Lutheran Church several months ago. She needed some help. I felt sorry for her as she was obviously ashamed and embarrassed by her circumstances. I mean, no one wants to ask for charity, do they?

She was a small, waif-like blond girl. She showed me her military ID card, and explained that she was a single mother on leave to visit her young child and her mother. She was stationed at a major military base several hundred miles away in another state. She was broke and needed gas money to get back to base before being AWOL.

Now, lots of folks come by the church with hard luck stories. It is usually not our policy to hand out cold cash. But Cassie was so obviously nervous and seemed so fragile and so vulnerable. Besides, her Army ID looked pretty genuine to me, so I decided to err on the side of Jesus' injunction:

"Give to everyone who begs from you; and if anyone takes away your goods, do not ask for them again." (Luke 6: 30)

I invited Cassie to my office where I could access some of the petty cash from my discretionary fund. I made sure that I stopped at my administrator's office first--not because I needed to talk to her, but because I wanted to reassure this very nervous young soldier that she was not alone in the building with a strange man. I left my office door wide open, and made certain never to stand too near Cassie or get between her and the open door.

In an effort to ease her nerves, I told Cassie that my nephew happened to be on active duty at the same installation where she was stationed. Then I showed her the picture of my daughter which I keep over my desk. My daughter, Sandra, was recently honorably discharged from the Army, and I'm very proud to show a picture of her taken when she was on deployment in the Middle East.

"She's very pretty," Cassie said.

"Thank you," I replied. "I think she looks just like her mother." But then I recalled what Sandra had told me about the high level of sexual harassment endured by women in the military. Something was telling me that this girl's nervousness was not just about the embarrassment of having to ask a stranger for a handout.

"I hope you're taking care of yourself in the Army," I said. "My daughter says there's a lot of victimization of women in the military."

"Thank you for your concern, Sir," she said, "but it's already happened to me."

I did not pursue the subject. I gave Cassie what money I could spare from the constantly depleted fund, said a prayer for her safety, and sent her on her way. I keep hoping that she made it back to base okay.

But I feel for this young person. In a slow job market, this single mom offered four years of her life to defend her country. She did so in good faith. She knew going in that there would be some danger involved, but I doubt she thought it would come from her own brothers-in-arms.

Recently, I saw on PBS the documentary The Invisible War. This film tells the story of the thousands of young women--and men--who have been sexually victimized while serving in our armed forces. Watching it is a painful experience. One feels pity for the victims and anger at both the perpetrators and the inability of the Department of Defense to effectively deal with this epidemic. Last year an estimated 85,000 veterans requested treatment from the VA for illnesses and injuries related to Military Sexual Trauma. 40% of those victims were men.

So on this Memorial Day, I will mourn not only for those who gave their lives in defense of our nation, but for those who have died a little each day--having lost faith, self-respect, and dignity. These deaths are no more profound than those who gave their lives on the battlefield. For those who suffered these deaths were also dedicated to our country. I pray that we do not forget them.

If you are concerned about this issue, I encourage you to learn more and click on The Invisible War link. There are suggestion about how you can get involved. In the meantime, I offer this Memorial Day prayer:

Almighty God, as your Son, our Savior Jesus Christ, suffered humiliation and pain, we ask you to bind the wounds of our young men and women whose hearts have been torn apart by their service in the military. As we thank them for their service, let us not forget their sacrifice. Heal them, comfort them, restore them, O God of All Healing. Pour into our hearts your mercy, your compassion, and your justice, that we may put right the wrongs which have been done. Make us a nation worthy of the sacrifice which our young warriors have made. We ask this through the precious blood of your Son, our Lord. Amen.

Thanks for reading, my friends. A blessed Memorial Day to you all.

Scratching My Head at Pentecost

Happy Pentecost, everyone!

 

 





Hallmark doesn't make a card for this important Christian holy day, and that's a crying shame if you ask me. I love Pentecost. It's the celebration of the Holy Spirit of God, and it marks the day when twelve scared and utterly confused followers of Jesus suddenly came alive and began to proclaim the incarnate love and everlasting life and joy they found through the person of Jesus. It is, in essence, the birthday of Christianity.

For my folks at little Faith Lutheran in Philadelphia it's also the day when we celebrate the rite of Confirmation--the ritual in which young teens, now schooled in the Bible and the doctrines of the Church, affirm the promises made at their infant baptisms and profess themselves to be adult members of the Christian community.

And for a lot of them it will mean "graduation from church."

Sometimes I just scratch my head and wonder why I try to teach something as mysterious and multi-layered as the Christian faith to kids who would rather be beaten with a club than sit through a weekly lesson in theology. But it's a tradition, and year after year we go through it.

To be honest, I don't really remember much about my own Confirmation except that my fellow confirmands somehow got out of order in our line-up at the communion rail. Our pastor got confused, and I had to whisper to him frantically that he had forgotten to lay hands on me and say the prayer  for the anointing of the Holy Spirit. Once I had been prayed over, a church council member presented me with a small New Testament and a box of offering envelopes. I guess that made me an adult in the faith.

So I wonder about the kids I'll confirm this year. Do their parents--many of whom have shown no inclination for religious observance themselves--have them make their Confirmation just because it's "the right thing to do?" Is this more superstition than true religion?

Being confirmed certainly won't ward off evil. Those spirit-filled Christians on that first Pentecost found that out soon enough. All of them faced jail time, and all but one of the twelve died violent deaths for proclaiming faith in Jesus Christ.

What will happen when I lay hands on the heads of these young people and pray for the outpouring of God's spirit? I doubt that the church will be filled with the sound of a rushing wind. No tongues of fire will appear over their heads. They will not begin to preach in strange languages. They might just say, "Thanks, Pastor. I'll see you at my wedding!" as they head for the nearest exit.

But maybe not. I mean, even those first Christians, the ones who lived and ate and prayed with Jesus, the ones who saw Jesus resurrected, still didn't get it at first. Spiritual faith takes time to develop. I can't give my students that faith. I can only give them information. But, as Luther teaches, the Holy Spirit calls us through the gospel. And the Spirit's work--every day, according to Luther--forgives our sins, enlightens us with gifts, calls us into togetherness, and makes us holy. We aren't even aware of it. The older I get, the more I suspect that spirituality has less to do with knowledge or experience and more to do with time and practice.

If the rest of us can create an environment within the church which is loving and open enough, maybe these young people will stick around long enough to get the hang of this Christian thing. So I'll keep believing, and I'll keep teaching, and I'll keep hoping that somehow something will register in the minds of these youths that will make a difference in their lives some time down the road. Who knows..?

As for me, the sacred stories, the rituals, the songs, just get more beautiful the older I get. The Holy Spirit is more real to me now than in my youth, and she keeps whispering new ideas in my ears. I can't wait to find out what she has in store for me in the future.

Thanks for reading, my friends. Amen. Come, Holy Spirit.

 

Oneness (Reflections on Easter Seven)

"I ask not only on behalf of these, but also on behalf of those who will believe in me through their word, that they may all be one. As you, Father, are in me and I am in you, may they also be in us, so that the world may believe that you have sent me." (John 17:20-21)

The above is from what Bible scholars call Jesus' "High Priestly Prayer" which makes up the seventeenth chapter of the Gospel of John and is part of this Sunday's assigned reading in the Revised Common Lectionary. Jesus, while having his last supper with his disciples before his crucifixion, prays that they might have unity. He's not just praying for a general sense of agreement among them; rather, he's asking that they achieve some kind of spiritual oneness with each other, with him, and with the God of all Creation. This harmony will have a transformational effect on those with whom the disciples come in contact. People will actually experience the presence of Christ and harmony with the Creator Father through the harmony of Jesus' followers.

That's a pretty tall order, if you ask me. Jesus' prayer is putting us all in tension with one of our greatest desires: to be seen as individuals. I mean, don't we all want to be distinguished in some way? Aren't we all just a bunch of little kids screaming, "Look at me?!"

But that's the paradox: at the heart of things, we're all really the same. We're all made from the same molecules and atoms--the very dust of the earth is our essence. We all need food and water and air. We all are driven by the same passions for love, meaning, and security. And yet, we're all uniquely loved by God and blessed with individual gifts.

Theology sucks sometimes, doesn't it? How can we ever intelligently contemplate the nature of God, the mystery of the Trinity, when we don't even understand the paradox of our own existence?

I think this week's lessons are trying to teach us that the path to spiritual peace lies in seeking our oneness rather than reveling in our "ME-ness." Look at the First Lesson from Acts 16. The jailer, the minion of the oppressive government which is imprisoning Paul and Silas, becomes an object of our compassion. This guy has a duty and loyalty to his cause, just as do Paul and Silas. He's willing to give his life just as they are. He has a family he loves and cares about--just like everybody else. The imprisoned Christians in his charge recognize his common humanity and turn an "enemy" into a brother.

For my money, the greatest religious thinkers have been those who have emphasized the similarities, the oneness, of all religious traditions rather than the cultural differences. Carl Jung, Joseph Campbell, and Karen Armstrong are all influential because they recognize that at our very core we are all one.

The best guide for ecumenical understanding of our oneness was taught to me by one of my theology professors, J. Paul Rajashekar. Now, I'm sure my paraphrase of Dr. Rajashekar's insights might be somewhat inaccurate, but you'll get the general idea (And, if you're reading this, Paul, my apologies in advance for any misconstruction of your wise thoughts).

First, people interacted in a tribal sense through a theology of exclusion. This theology said, "I know what I believe. I don't know what YOU believe, but I'm pretty sure it's different from what I believe so you must be wrong. I must, therefore, convert you to my way of thinking. Failing that, I must kill you and take your land."

This theology led to a lot of violence and bloodshed. So we got smarter and came up with a theology of toleration (not to be confused with actual tolerance). This theology said, "I know what I believe. I don't know what YOU believe, but I'm pretty sure it's different from what I believe so you must be wrong. BUT, I don't see any reason why we can't agree to disagree and live peacefully side-by-side. As long as your son doesn't marry my daughter, we'll get on just swell (Besides, some day you'll die and go to Hell anyway!)."

But Jesus urges us towards the path of oneness. Rajashekar refers to a theology of hospitality. This theology says, "I know what I believe, but I DON'T know what you believe. Therefore, I cannot assume that it's different from my own belief system. If we can get our vocabularies worked out, we might discover that we have more in common than we originally thought. We will emphasize our oneness, and learn to live in harmony with each other and with the Holy Spirit of God which dwells in each of us."

It's about putting our egos and our desire for ME-ness aside. Flying in the face of modern self-help thought, Jesus never prays that we will have self esteem. He is praying for oneness. It's a prayer both mystical and practical. Sometimes I wonder if, instead of working out the world's differences with soldiers and diplomats, we should send religious people who are willing to talk the theology of hospitality to those whom we perceive as being so different from ourselves.

It couldn't hurt.

Have a blessed week, my friends.

Blessed Failure (Reflections on Easter Six)

Like everyone else on this planet, I've screwed up a few times in my life.

My brief and unspectacular career in the theatre once involved a stint on the Theatre Arts faculty of a small west coast college. This was really a great job, and I truly enjoyed teaching acting and voice classes and directing plays. I even had the opportunity to perform with the college's professional resident theatre company. For a young man fresh out of grad school, this was a great gig to have. Unfortunately, I was also a very stupid young man, and I couldn't resist an urge to criticize the department chairperson at every chance that came my way.

Needless to say, I was quickly fired from this position.

In retrospect, getting canned from that safe college job was the best thing that ever happened to me. After I choked down my panic, I was forced to go out into the world and find a way to pay the rent and other bills. I was also forced to find different venues in which to do my art and other students to teach. My life experiences became so much richer as a result. Some years later, these new experiences led me into the ordained ministry of the Lutheran Church--and I have felt extremely fulfilled and useful ever since.

Sometimes what we see as failure, if looked at through the eyes of faith, is actually a blessing. In the First Lesson assigned for the Sixth Sunday of Easter in the revised Common Lectionary we see the apostle Paul and his missionary companions making no headway in Asia Minor (Acts 16:6-15). They pass through the regions of Phrygia and Galatia and attempt to cross into Bithynia, but the Holy Spirit is just not going along with their plans. Nothing is happening. One night, Paul has a dream in which he sees a man from Macedonia pleading with him for help. The evangelists change direction and sail across the Aegean. There they meet a savvy business woman named Lydia who hears their message and helps them start the first Christian church on the European continent.

 

That's kind of the way God does things sometimes. One plan fails so another can succeed. The challenge for those of us who live in a success and status driven society is to see our moments of disappointment as something natural to be embraced and not as some dark evil to be feared.

 

In the gospel lesson for this Sunday, Jesus makes a promise to his followers,

 

"Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. I do not give to you as the world gives." (John 14:27)

 

This world, with its emphasis on position and riches, promises peace only through acquisition. And how will we ever know if we have acquired enough? Does the world ever offer true peace? Peace which is free from fear? The world gives with strings attached to the gift.

 

In Jesus, however, we are promised the peace of the Holy Spirit. That is, our friend Jesus is always with us and within us. Success is not measured by fame, wealth, or power. Rather, it is felt internally when we are obedient to God's Word--loving God and loving neighbor and believing in eternity. In this we are free of the world's shallow judgment, and we can change course where the Spirit directs us.

 

God bless you, friends! Thank you again for visiting.