God, got a minute?
2009-06-14 by Roger Gustafson

Questions, questions, questions.  Job has an abundance of them, all of which boil down to one: “Why me?”

We know what’s at work here, we in the gallery.  We know that what’s really happening is the playing out of a wager between God and Satan.  Job, however, like a bewildered bystander caught in a drive-by, is left simply and profoundly slack-jawed by his sudden and drastic run of misfortune.  His cattle, his servants, his children are ravaged and destroyed in an escalating tale of horror which, especially because of the death of his offspring, leaves him with no prospect of a future.  And good Lord, that’s only Chapter 1.

I have to feel for Job.  All his life he had been playing by the rules of a system that paid him handsome dividends.  Retributive justice had been his ticket to prosperity: If you do good, you get good; if you do bad, you pay for it with illness and financial hardship, and worse.  Job apparently had done only good, and had the goods to prove it.  But now the system by which he made sense of the world, the structure which in the past had provided such security and guarantee of the good life, was producing no payoff; it was pointless, leading nowhere.  In fact, Job would have welcomed a simple lack of abundance instead of the crushing harvest of pain that he was experiencing.  And for no reason.  Is there no justice?

Robert never joined our parish, but near the end of his life he often sought out the early morning, middle-of-the-week quiet of our sanctuary.  He was retired military, gruff on the exterior, a tough guy who had been caught in a drive-by of his own: though he had never smoked, he had lung cancer, and it was killing him.

So he would ask permission to sit in the sanctuary, usually on Wednesdays, and read the Psalms.  He wasn’t a churchgoer, but he knew a few of those Psalms.  He especially liked the one that talked about how those who wait on the Lord will mount up with wings like eagles.  He used to sit in a sunbeam, silent, just breathing softly, reflecting on that psalm, waiting on the Lord. 

I asked him if he ever got angry with God, angry that he had cancer when there was no apparent reason for him to be suffering from it.  “Nope,” he said.  “I know a lotta guys, in my shoes, they’d be mad.  Not me.  I never ask, ‘Why me?’, because I know the answer would probably be, ‘Why not?’”

Job is not Robert.  Robert operates under a different system by which life makes sense.  Call it chaos-in-a-box: Stuff happens, good stuff, bad stuff, and sometimes the bad stuff happens to you, but God makes it all work out, somehow.  It’s nothing personal, it’s cancer.  I imagine it took Robert a while to achieve that partnership of existential detachment and personal connection to the God at the center of the Psalms.  With Job, however, life is a matter of straight-line justice.  He suffers undeservedly, so it is personal; he is due an accounting.  

By the end of Chapter 37, when Job has pleaded his case to his friends and his friends have pleaded God’s case to him, the stage is set for resolution, for a judgment.  He’s been asking, “Why me?”, and God begins God’s answer with, “Wrong question.”

 

Roger Gustafson 

Roger is a pastor in the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America, serving a congregation in the Kansas City suburb of Olathe, Kansas.  He is a contributing writer for Lectionary Homiletics and The Living Pulpit preaching journals, and he is working on a book on the challenges of and unique opportunities inherent in second-career leadership in the church.  He believes that the local parish and motorcycling are most excellent venues for learning.





the young and the rested.
2009-06-13 by Maria Swearingen

Ezekiel speaks of young twigs.  The psalter speaks of old trees.  The young and the old, doing things that seem out of the ordinary a bit.  The young twigs in Ezekiel suddenly sprouting on high and lofty mountains.  The old palms in the psalms bearing luscious fruit… strong, rested, proudly displaying their gifts to the world.  The young and the old, both emblems of God-at-work.  The newborn and the aging, both bearing the mark of God’s presence.  The young, providing reminders of God’s infinite power.  The old providing reminders of God’s ability to make anything produce fruit.  The young and the rested.  The infinitely small that offers the infinitely big.  The infinitely aging that offers the infinitely good.  Christ, the infinitely young, the infinitely old, the infinitely infinite.  A Peruvian theologian I’ve met here pointed out a few days ago that Acts 2 (quoted from Joel) says that the young will prophecy and the old will dream dreams.  How strange.  The young proclaiming and the old dreaming up God’s world.  How strange indeed. 





Body, Soul and Flesh
2009-06-11 by David von Schlichten

To add to our guest blogger's posting about that frustrating old body/soul dualism, the Greek work for "human point of view" in 2 Corinthians 5 is "sarks," which, of course, means "flesh." So in this passage we have body and flesh.

In Paul's theology, the body is good, and the flesh is a metonymy for human sinfulness. We may long to be free from the present body so we can be with God, but the body is not bad. The flesh, though, is sinfulness.

 Further, as our guest notes, someday we will have new bodies. God unites body and soul while also calling us to reject the flesh. See, all things have been made new!

 Yours in Christ,

 David von Schlichten, Lectionary Blog Moderator

 

 

 

 





a human point of view.
2009-06-10 by Maria Swearingen

What do we do about this body-soul dichotomy in II Corinthians?  It seems a bit perturbing for me considering how intently my recent theological training has aimed to teach us what is means to value the “psycho-somatic” being, the body-soul tightly knit together, the indestructible relationship between the God-man that confirms the indivisible reality of the cosmos.  God-in-the-garden.  God-in-a-person.  Our bodies as good, as holy, as pleasing.  Goodness knows it took me long enough to get here.  As a wanna-be-Franciscan, even I’d rather comb over 5:6-10.  This passage seems like quite the gadfly to solid incarnational theology.  It’s so annoying to have developed a really helpful new kaleidoscope of the world only to find its feathers ruffled. 

“We would rather be away from the body and at home with the Lord.”  Blast!  Curse it!  Bury it!  I’d rather cover my ears like a five-year-old and scream, “I can’t hear you!”  So, instead, I decided to unplug my ears long enough to consider what’s happening in this passage.  I was still frustrated, but I went with it.

Interestingly enough, it’s fairly clear here that you cannot divide body and soul.  According to this writer, we will receive recompense for what happens to the body, whether good or evil.  Discarding it as a shell and forgetting the slip-ups we’ve made simply aren’t options.  Nor is assuming that the body will not participate in the response the soul makes about a life lived.  What has the writer in such rapture here, then?  Why is he beside himself? Why this desire to be away from the body and at home with the Lord?           

In a word…home.  A “human point of view” calls the finite years of this life home.  A “human point of view” calls the duration from physical birth to physical death the substantial markers of a life well (or poorly) lived.  A “human point of view” cannot fathom leaving the security of the body, of mortality’s hearth, of today’s beginnings-and-endings to imagine the endless possibilities of the home that is infinite.  The home that never dies.  The home whose boundaries do not consist of sickness, of suffering, of solitude.

“We are convinced that one has died for all; therefore all have died.  And he died for all, so that those who live might live no longer for themselves, but for him who died and was raised for them.”  The mission of the gospel in a nutshell, is it not?  No longer must we live to maintain the agility, the perfection, the security, the endurance of the body.  For the Christ who “urges us on,” will give us new bodies in the same mysterious way that he gave himself one.  And better yet, we do not have to live for ourselves, worried about things from a “human point of view.”  We’ve got birds’ eyes now.  And the view is much better…for the body and the soul.

  



Reality Therapy
2009-06-09 by Stephen Schuette

(Although it’s more like being shocked into reality than therapied into it!)

Obviously in Corinth Paul is accused of being crazy.  And sometimes you have the sense that he is not so much moving about the known world in a purposeful way to spread the message about Jesus Christ as he is being run out of one place after another.  But rather than be defensive about the accusation Paul uses it as a metaphor, plays with it to make a point.  “Crazy?” he says, “I’ve been called worse than that…and willingly will be called it again if it helps you to see what I see, to know what I know, to believe what I believe.  But if necessary I’ll put on a measure of what the world calls ‘sanity’ to show you more gently (since that seems necessary) how God is at work in this ‘crazy’ world.”

(Think Leonard Sweet's Jesus Drives Me Crazy, where he quotes the candy advertizers, "Sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don't." p. 33)

In the order of the world Nebuchadnezzar’s eagle sits atop the cedars, dominant.  And that’s the way it is (as Walter Cronkite used to say)….unless God is real and God’s desire is for every kind of bird to live in the shade of its branches and be blessed.  In the order of the world the means of agricultural production are owned, managed, possessed…unless God is real and it is by God’s blessing that we live and are sustained.  Something as common and ubiquitous as mustard plants (compare to dandelions, a plant tough to get rid of once it is sown) is hardly worthy of great respect…unless you respect it just for what it is – a tenacious plant that is tough and persistent.

Jesus (and Paul) press us to decide.  For once you come to the ege of this message you can no longer avoid the question:  either God is or isn't.  And we choose in multiple ways every day what we believe about reality, about power and Power, about God.





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