Sunday, April 20, 2014

The Victor

 
“If the emperor and the empire wish to pursue the course of aggression and slavery that have brought agony and terror and despair to the world, if there’s nothing left for men to hope for but chains and hunger, then my king will march forward to right those wrongs.  Not tomorrow, sire.  Your Majesty may not be so fortunate as to witness the establishment of his kingdom, but it will come!” From the 1953 film The Robe

Christus Victor. Christus Rex. Christ the king.

I squirm sometimes with this language and the history it carries. Cathedrals and churches all over the world, especially the Western world, have stained glass images of a crowned and victorious Jesus. King Jesus, invoked by Constantine to head his armies and by most other European monarchs since. The Victorious Christ, invoked by empire as a figurehead, a leader, a stamp of approval from God for oppression and conquest, eventually the conquest and genocide of an entire hemisphere.

When I left the neo-Calvinism with which I had been raised, one of the reasons I did so was because I realized I could no longer believe in an all-powerful God who sat above human experience as an impassable sovereign. Who orchestrated the world, but was unmoved by its suffering.

I needed a God in solidarity; I needed a God that would walk with me through the pain and suffering of life. It was the crucified God that caught my attention and sustained my faith—and still continues to do so. A God who was revealed in the person of Jesus Christ, who lived and died as one of us. A God who died at the hands of empire—died so that every one of us who has ever suffered, ever been oppressed would know God was with us and God was on our side. This is the core of my theology. 

But, as I began to work in poor communities, I realized that I could not build a theology on a God with no power. Because, in oppressed communities, we need a God that is more powerful than the systems that oppress us. We need a God who can overcome death and the death dealing forces of systemic evil. Not as a cruel king, not as the figurehead of empires, but as the exact opposite; the Jesus of the early church, the Jesus on the side of the oppressed who “disarmed the rulers and authorities, putting them to open shame.” Here in Aberdeen, we need a God bigger than capitalism, bigger than lawmakers, bigger than the American Empire.

We need a victorious Jesus as well as a crucified Jesus. A Jesus who defied empire, not only unto death, but also unto resurrection. A Jesus in solidarity at the site of execution, but also in solidarity in resurrection and power. A Jesus who tramples on the forces of sin and hell that oppress us.

Christus Victor. Christ the victorious. Easter morning, the grave is empty. The empire has lost—the executed God could not stay dead, no matter how hard they tried. We need a victorious Savior; we need a Lord above all other lords; we need a risen Jesus. We need a Christus Victor who fights by the side of his people, his poor, who not only knows their pain, but plans to end it.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Called as a Witness: Lent 4 Sermon


This is the fourth Sunday of Lent. Our texts have been leading us on a journey, a journey toward Easter, toward resurrection, and a journey through some of the stories of John’s gospel.
John opens his gospel by announcing to us that Jesus is God made flesh, living among us, the light not only of his people, but of the world. God has broken into our reality. God is incarnated, infleshed, among us. God has become one of us, entered into solidarity with us. And this breaking in of God into our world is like a great light dawning.

And, in each of our readings, John has brought forward a witness to this inbreaking of God. Nicodemus, a scared religious leader, who comes by night to Jesus to find out more about this new prophet of Israel. A Samaritan woman, a woman of a different religion, a woman despised by her neighbors, who speaks with Jesus and then bears witness to her entire town. And, today, in our reading, a young man born blind, who panhandles on the side of the road, bears witness before his entire town and religious community.
I am fascinated by how John consistently chooses people disrespected in their wider culture to bring the good news in his gospel. Like this young man in our text; a nobody, just a beggar at the side of the road.

The God who becomes flesh, becomes flesh in an obscure region of the Roman Empire, in Nazareth of Galilee. Not in Rome, the political center. Not even in Jerusalem, the center of Jewish religious life. In Galilee. All through John’s gospel, people ask; “Can anything good come from Nazareth—that tiny village of peasants, farmers, nobodies?" The religious leaders dismiss him entirely—no decent prophet ever comes from Galilee.
And so the people who bear witness to Jesus in John’s gospel are also nobodies in the eyes of the world around them. They are people told over and over by the Empire under which they live that they are unimportant. This whole region suffers terribly under the Roman Empire—deeply impoverished, living and working on land they did not own, harassed by the roman military.  Only a few decades after Jesus’ death and resurrection, most of the region is utterly destroyed by a Roman army. They are poor, despised, non-citizens, and considered powerless.

But they are not powerless in John’s gospel. Those who have no dignity under empire are called children of God. Those who are considered powerless are called by Jesus to participate in the great work of liberation and redemption.
Our gospel this morning tells the story of a man born blind. It seems that he was pretty young, since his parents are called to answer for him and have to argue that he is of age (13, by the way). Not able to work in his society, apparently his family could not support him and so it seems he spent his days panhandling and was known as a local beggar. The text does not say where Jesus is at the time of this healing, but almost everyone would have been poor in whatever town Jesus was in at the time. But this young man would have been pretty much at the bottom of the socioeconomic heap.

So much so, that locals look at him and wonder what he has done wrong, what mistakes he has made. Clearly, he must be a sinner.
When people look at this blind man, they see someone worthy of pity, but not a full human being.

When Jesus turns to look at him, Jesus sees him for who he truly is. Jesus sees his full humanity, as a child of God, called to bear witness to the glory of God.
And Jesus heals him. A simple and a profound act of healing. The God who comes in flesh heals not just our souls but our bodies; is concerned about our lives.

This act, however, brings a firestorm of controversy over Jesus. The religious leaders are angry that he healed on the Sabbath, angry that Jesus is there at all, angry at Jesus’ message. The people of this village are curious and asking questions. But the religious leaders are so angry they call the young man in and ask him question after question. Then they call his parents in. They simply refuse to believe the story this young man repeats to them over and over.
But this young man will not back down from his story. Jesus healed me. He says it over and over, simply, patiently, not so patiently. “I was blind and now I see.”

Why are the religious leaders so angry? Is it because they feel that Jesus is getting too much attention? Or are they angry that Jesus chooses to call people like the Samaritan woman with a questionable past, or this young man they only think of as a beggar? Are they angry because their assumptions about how the world works are getting challenged?
I started street ministry three years ago, on the streets of Boston while I was in seminary. I joined this ministry and went out there, thinking that I had so much to offer. I was going to bring my gifts to people. I was going to help people.

Well, it didn’t work out that way at all. My assumptions of how the world worked—that there were people who helped and there were poor people that got helped—was overturned completely. I found the gospel preached to me by people our society told me were nobodies.
I didn’t save anyone. They converted me instead. They taught me about faith in the hardest of circumstances. They taught me about love and community when the going got rough. They taught me about courage.

In the text, this blind boy who was healed—this beggar—this panhandler—this homeless person is the bringer of the gospel He is the preacher of the gospel in our text.
Jesus turns the tables on people’s assumptions.

They believe that this panhandling blind man has made bad choices, is a sinner, and is unworthy not only of God’s mercy but of being chosen to bring good news.
Jesus turns the table on them.

And, so, there is a trend in the Bible. We see it in our first reading, when a young David, who was not even invited to his father’s feast because he was thought to be too insignificant, too young is anointed by God to be king.
I want you to listen to this very closely. God calls, over and over in the Bible, God calls people that the world says are insignificant, useless, poor, weak, stupid, you name it.

God reveals himself in the person of Jesus Christ in a bunch of tiny villages in Galilee, in the middle of nowhere.
Jesus chooses a poor blind kid that makes his living begging in streetcorners to tell of the good news.

Perhaps this is the most important news we can hear.
When I tell people I live in Montesano or work in Aberdeen, most people outside this area can’t even find these places on the map. But the God who came to Galilee calls us, here and now, to be the light of the world.

And when I go down under the bridge every week or when I walk and talk with folks, I hear the good news here in Aberdeen. People who have nothing share everything. People who have two blankets give one to a friend. People who are outcast from the wider community create their own community.
So I tell you this. If you have ever felt like a nobody, if you have ever felt like your life doesn’t matter, if you have ever felt like you are wasting your life in this small town, listen now. God has a call on your life. You are the bringers, my friends, of the good news.