Thursday, February 23, 2012

He Said What?

Rev. Beth Anderson

Scriptures that Keep us Awake at Night

“He Said What?”

Matthew 15: 21-28

February 19, 2012

Today, is Transfiguration Sunday, the day we see and acknowledge that Jesus is Christ. Christ stood before the disciples and his face shone like the sun, his clothes becoming white as the light. Transfiguration Sunday is the last Sunday before Lent. It is a time to celebrate the revelation of Jesus Christ. It is also a time of transition from Jesus’ work of teaching and healing to the journey of Lent.

Today we end our Sermon Series on “Scriptures that Keep us Awake at Night” - we have explored the scriptures you all submitted and each pastor has preached a scripture that keeps them awake at night.

Many of you have shared that this series has sparked an excitement in exploring the bible.

I’m excited by that.

I believe that is just what we need—a faith that is ignited—transformed from a flame into a fire—ignited to burn bright.

Can our faith be aglow as Jesus was, as he stood on top the mountain at His transfiguration?

Can our faith withstand both the mountain tops, and the valleys?

Wednesday we begin Lent as we repent and acknowledge that from dust we were born and to dust we will return. We explore forty days of Lent seeking to grow closer to Christ who sacrificed everything for us on the cross. Lent is a time to draw close to Christ and the word of God.

I hope that throughout Lent, scripture will continue to keep you up at night- and that it will also shape your days and transform your life.

Today, I am thrilled to share with you a scripture that has kept me awake at night.

I invite you to turn in your pew bibles to page _____

Here now this scripture from the Gospel of Matthew 15: 21-28

Matthew 15:21-28

Today's New International Version (TNIV)

The Faith of a Canaanite Woman

21 Leaving that place, Jesus withdrew to the region of Tyre and Sidon. 22 A Canaanite woman from that vicinity came to him, crying out, “Lord, Son of David, have mercy on me! My daughter is demon-possessed and suffering terribly.”

23 Jesus did not answer a word. So his disciples came to him and urged him, “Send her away, for she keeps crying out after us.”

24 He answered, “I was sent only to the lost sheep of Israel.”

25 The woman came and knelt before him. “Lord, help me!” she said.

26 He replied, “It is not right to take the children’s bread and toss it to the dogs.”

27 “Yes it is, Lord,” she said. “Even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their master’s table.”

28 Then Jesus said to her, “Woman, you have great faith! Your request is granted.” And her daughter was healed from that very hour.

This is the word of God- for the people of God.

Thanks be to God.

So what is your first reaction when you read this?

It may be Wow? Really?

It may be: “He Said WHAT?”

We may need to read this over and over and over again.

We have reactions to all the characters-

To Jesus—

To the Disciples

And To this Canaanite woman

All of them react in ways that stir our emotions and rattle our expectations.

--- So we wonder—

He Said What?

We may wonder- why did she stay?

We may be frustrated with the disciples….

But the thing we must do is keep reading. And Reading.

Let’s get beyond our first reactions. Let’s not give up on the text.

Earlier in chapter 15 of Matthew’s Gospel, Jesus and the Pharisees get into it about handwashing.

Jesus called them on their hypocrisy – they were picking and choosing what laws they would follow.

They were more interested in the letter of the law than the spirit of the law. Jesus says to them, “you nullify the word of God for the sake of your tradition. You hypocrites! Isaiah was right when he prophesied about you. “These people honor me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me. They worship me in vain; their teachings are but rules taught by men.”

After this, we come to the story of the Canaanite woman.

Jesus left the places of disputing with the Pharisees, John the Baptist has just been killed, Jesus had fed 5000 people, and walked on water, --- he withdraws to the area of Tyre and Sidon.

Yet, even there, a Canaanite woman had heard of him.

She may be a Gentile- but she knows who Jesus is.

She may be considered unclean, but she has a heart filled with love for her daughter.

She may not know the law of the Jews, but she knows love.

She may not follow their tradition, but she has followed Jesus to this place.

She comes in to the place where Jesus is, crying out, calling to him, “Lord, Son of David, have mercy on me! My daughter is suffering terribly from demon-possession.”

Jesus hears her and says nothing.

Jesus, who heard the cry of so many.

Jesus, who’s Father in heaven had heard the groans of the Israelite slaves.

Jesus, who responded to people often- and even before they asked---

seemingly ignores her cry.

I wonder how often we have felt like this woman- crying out – wanting an immediate answer.

The Psalms are filled with pleading with God to answer our prayers—“Answer me when I call to you, O my righteous God. Give me relief from my distress; be merciful to me and hear my prayer” calls out the third Psalm.

Jesus’ disciples are annoyed by her—she is loud, obnoxious, and persistent.

They say to Jesus, “Send her away, for she keeps crying out after us.”

She won’t leave us alone.

Take care of this… this…problem—this nuisance.

(How interesting that just earlier when Jesus had fed the 5000 just a few days before- the disciples had urged Jesus to send the people away—and Jesus put it all back on them and said, “NO- you feed them.” )

Here again—they are unwilling to do the work of compassion.

I remember so often- working in Detroit as a missionary – I would be worshipping on a Sunday in my church- the congregants knew me- I was the Bag Lunch Coordinator. Whenever a homeless person wandered into worship they were quick to find me—“Beth—go deal with that”. The homeless person who came in was not a sister/ a brother in Christ to worship God with—no—he was a thing to be dealt with.

Jesus finally responds to the Canaanite woman—“I was sent only to the lost sheep of Israel.”

This one hits me hard—Wow- Really--- Is Jesus limiting his scope of influence?

She is indeed a lost sheep—but not of the House of Israel.

Yet indeed we know Christ came and died for all.

He was sent first to the Jews, but to all the world to be a light to all the world—Gentiles included. [i]

She is not content with his answer. She pleads again.

This time she kneels before him “Lord, help me!” she says.

This is the second time she has called him Lord—this time she falls to her knees.

Her prayer and supplication become stronger- more fervent.

Jesus replies to her cry for mercy saying,

“It is not right to take the children’s bread and toss it to the dogs.”

Wow- did he just call her a dog? Yep.

To call a person a dog- whether then or now—was and is a contemptuous insult. Jews often spoke with disrespect about “Gentile dogs”—like the dogs that roamed the street—savage scavengers….

Now- some will make the point- that Jesus uses the “diminutive word for dogs (kunaria) - the kunaria were not the street dogs, but the little household pets, not the pariah-like” mangy dogs that roamed the streets.[ii]

But a dog is a dog.

Calling someone a dog- does not recognize them as a person.

Who is this Jesus?

What will this woman do? Will she give up hope?

What would you do if you were her?

What would you say?

She could have said a lot.

She could have said—“Who do you think you are – calling me a dog? I’ve heard all about this Jesus- this Son of David- this Messiah! I’ve heard of your kindness and character—you are no Messiah, sir! I am not a dog. I am a person- I am a woman. How dare you call me a dog!”

But she didn’t say that—she didn’t say anything like it.

In fact she didn’t even try to argue with him over calling her a dog.

But she didn’t walk away. She didn’t give up.

Her day began with following Jesus to this place.

She pleaded and prayed. Her faith did not waver—it grew stronger.

Her faith was on fire. Her faith was hot—she had a faith that would not stop.

She had a faith that fired back at Jesus!

“Yes it is, Lord,” she said. “Even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their master’s table.”

He had said it is not right for her to receive bread.

He had said she was a dog --not worth his Mercy.

She said- Oh no- it is right. For, even the dogs- get the crumbs.

“What Christ said, had silenced the disciples; you hear no more of them; they took his answer, but this woman did not.”[iii]

She would not be silenced. Her faith could not be shut down.

Perhaps Jesus knew this all along….

Perhaps Jesus knew---How often had she been mistreated….. How often had she been dismissed as a woman- a Canaanite woman—but today – she would not be silenced. Today she would not let down. She came here with purpose and with faith- not for herself—but for her daughter- driven by love- ready to lay her life down. She came with faith.

Jesus knew this faith. Knew it had been silenced before.

Today that would be changed. Today her faith would transform.

Today, the flame of her faith would burst forth into fire.

Can you imagine standing up to Jesus?

Do you have a faith that can fire back?[iv]

Do you have a love that will not back down?

She did.

And Jesus saw it.

Jesus said to her, “Woman, you have great faith! Your request is granted.” And her daughter was healed from that very hour.

We still may wonder at this name calling—at why Jesus does this.

What does it mean?

She never contradicts Jesus. She calls him Lord each time-

Every time she addresses Jesus she calls him Lord. Three separate times.

She understands who Jesus is: He is Lord.

Jesus is Lord.

Jesus does not have to fit our expectations for Jesus to be who he is.

He is the Lord.

And maybe this is the fundamental point of faith.

Jesus is Lord.

She is persistent because she has faith in Jesus as her Lord.

What does it mean to call Jesus your Lord?

She kneels, obeys----she allows Jesus the freedom to speak and to act as Lord.

Perhaps- this is why she is not offended –

as I have so often felt when reading this scripture.[v]

Maybe she has figured something out--- she has seen and decided that before

the Lord, the King and ruler of All, the one who reigns over Heaven and earth…we are all dogs.

We are all dependent upon Him for everything.

We depend upon the scraps of the table.

He is our Master.

Even a crumb-- is the bread of life.

Her very humility has prepared her to be glad and grateful for crumbs.

Her faith encouraged her to expect crumbs- to be thankful for any morsel- which for her was finest wheat to renew her life and the life of her daughter.

She had faith.

She had a faith that could find encouragement even in that

which is discouraging.[vi]

She had a faith that transformed—she followed Jesus, kneeled, wept, prayed, and she fired back.

She had faith on fire.

In this week as we begin Lent, as we confront that we are ashes this Wednesday- as we journey to the table, as we receive crumbs of mercy…

Will WE have this faith?

Let us pray:

Lord Jesus. You are Lord. You see us and know who we are. We are humbled as we kneel in your presence. Transform us and walk with us. Heal us and make us new. Strengthen our faith. Ignite us, burst the flames of our faith into a fire that does not back down. Give us a faith persistent and strong for the mountain tops and lowest valleys. Give us a faith that is honest and true, real and raw, a faith that begs your mercy and receives your grace. In the name of Jesus who is our Lord, Amen.



[i] See Romans 15:8

[ii] William Barclay Commentary

[iii] Matthew Henry

[iv] Inspired by Trygve David Johnson’s article “Faith to Fire Back”

[v]Ibid

[vi] Matthew Henry

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Journey Home





This is the story of my week (Feb 6-11) (wrote this Sat 2/11)

What is faithful living?
It is living each day with an assurance that God is good no matter what.
That God is providing- no matter what.
God is loving no matter what.
God is present no matter what.
It's knowing and feeling that God's grace is sufficient for all things.
It's trust and abiding
It is seeing joy in all things.
This week I have seen this. - In fact I see this all weeks... but I this week-- I was confronted with God's grace and faithful disciples of God in powerful ways.

As a pastor- I have the honor -- the deep deep powerful privilege to witness this- to experience it and see it every day.

Two of my dear friends have been on a journey that they have described as joyful and filled with God's grace.
One of them is dying.
But we know that this is not the end of the story.

My friend Joe* is dying and his wife Sarah* is a woman filled with the purest love and devotion.
Each day I've sat with them, prayed, hugged, held, read scripture, laughed, told stories.
I prayed, loved and pulled Sarah* into my lap literally as our smiles turn to laughs as we knew and exclaimed this is what God is doing with us! God is pulling us into God's lap! I had asked her what words she felt that day-- they were loved, embraced, sad.

The next day her words were peaceful, comforted.

I sat next to my friend Joe* and wept this week. Wednesday I was able to sit next to him and weep-- just me and weep. I told him stories of some of our times together. I read him scripture--out of his beautifully marked up bible. Scriptures traced with green pen, and highlighted... I read him my favorite Psalm 139 (marked my him as well-- and learned later from Sarah that it was one of his favorites). I read to him from John 14- so he could hear and know Jesus was waiting for him-- Jesus had gone and prepared a room for him. So he could know that Christ has not left the rest of us alone-- We are not orphaned. The Holy Spirit is holding him, and Sarah, and their two sons, and all of us who love, and weep, and will miss him. I read to him Revelation 21 telling us Heaven and this place where there will be no more crying, or tears, or mourning, or pain. A place where all are united in everlasting joy and praise of God.

I talked about joyful times when he wondered into my office and we would sit and talk for hours about life, theology, family, church, politics.... he would often tell me he was worried I was working to much and wanted me to slow down. He cared and wanted to hold me accountable. We challenged each other. We prayed, laughed, and shared joys. He always made me laugh-- he always had a way of disarming everyone around him and helping them to be at ease, authentic. He helped you to laugh at him, yourself, everything-- and to simply be humbled. Everything he did was to lift others and let them be whole as they are. He wanted you to feel like the hymn "Just as I am" that God loved you and he loved you.

Thursday I visited with my daughter Sophia.
Thursday is usually "day off" but I wanted to be there. I have Sophia with me on my day off. We dropped Grace off at preschool, dropped Kevin off at Starbucks for a meeting and got a few treats for us and a latte for me to take to Sarah*. Sophia is 3. We talked about Joe* and Sarah* and why we were going to visit.

I said, "We're going to go see our friend Joe and Sarah at a place called the Hospice.
Sophia said, the hospital? - she knows I go there a lot
It's a lot like that- I say. We are going to go tell them how much we love them and that God loves them. Our friend Joe is sick and he is going to go see Jesus."
That's about all we talked about...

We also sang some songs on our way (She loves to listen to the musical "Into the Woods" - she calls it "the fairy tale CD"). We got there and she got her own name tag- I signed the Clergy check in sheet.

We went in to visit and take Sarah a latte - I figured we drop off the latte, give hugs and prayers and head out. We came into the room and family and friends were gathered around as usual. Sarah had taken a much needed break (she's been living here) to go home and take a shower and change.

Sophia came in and smiled at everyone. She looked so so cute in this pink outfit top, skirt, and tights she picked out. I asked her if she wanted to go say anything to to Mr. Joe. She went up and said, "God loves you Mr. Joe!" and she kissed his hand.

There he was-- covered in his prayer shawl and prayer blanket from church, wearing a cross necklace from friends, and clutching the palm cross I brought him from Jerusalem. She kissed his hand as his hand clung to the cross.

Our wonderful Dir of Congregational Care (Kathy) took Sophia for a walk and I sat and prayed with *Joe.
Then off to find Sophia and figured we would head home. They have a beautiful sun room/sitting room at the Hospice and a giant toy box. Kathy and Sophia were happily playing with toys. She took every stuffed animal out-- we had a parade, and took them to the beach- she has an wonderful imagination. We visited for over an hour with family there as we played with toys.
(Pic of Sophia as we were leaving Hospice)


Friday afternoon I was able to go and I took my 4 year old Grace. I did not have long- Kevin was taking youth to Laser Tag and I had to get back by 5pm.

Grace is usually the first to hug anyone- she's been on many visits with me. She knows Mr. Joe. As we checked in and got her name tag other visitors came behind us and greeted Gracie which made her excited. When we came in - there were many people who love Joe who were there.

A couple with two small children ( a baby and preschooler) and Grace was excited to meet them. I asked her if she wanted to say anything to Ms. Sarah and and she said, "God loves you." I pulled the curtain back to reveal Joe- and Gracie responded by stepping back. She was scared and didn't want to go close. It was apparent that she knew him and he didn't seem as vibrant as what she knew. I said that it was okay. I gave him and hug and kiss and shared a prayer.

Gracie was more precocious than usual it seemed.
She asked Ms. Sarah- "Why are you here?
I said- she's here for the same reason we are- she loves Mr. Joe.
G- Do you live here?"
We all chuckled a bit. I said- she kind of does this week.
Then Gracie said, "This is like a really nice place..... But... is there a bathroom here?
Because I have to use the potty!"

(Awesome four year old conversation)

I then took her to the potty and then we wondered into the sun room area-- and she saw the toys. We had about 10 minutes and she played with the toys with Mr. Joe's father (a true pied piper loved by children just like Joe). I visited a bit more and then we headed home.

We had a very good conversation on the way there about how we were going to visit our friends Joe and Sarah. We love them and God loves them. Joe is going to go see Jesus soon and be in heaven. We talk a lot about my sister Sally (who passed away in 2000) and how she is in heaven.
I said- your Aunt Sally will greet Mr. Joe when he comes home to heaven.
Gracie talked about our dog Lady that died. "Is there a dog heaven Mommy?"
I'd like to think so, I said. God made everything. God loves dogs. But I don't really know. Maybe you should keep asking Jesus when you pray, I said.
But Mommy- Jesus doesn't talk back to me.
You know what Gracie? Sometimes he does-- but its not the same as when we talk. Sometimes when it is really quiet, we can hear God whisper to us. He speaks to our heart. Sometimes we feel what he wants us to understand through the Holy Spirit.
Grace- That's cool Mommy. Could Jesus help me walk on clouds?
I'm not sure, but if you became an astronaut... you could walk in space-- that's very much the same, and Jesus is always with you- so he is helping you do everything you do.
Mommy, I want to go to space- right now!
So as we turned the ramp onto Glebe Rd we had a countdown and blast off and our car became a space ship. We were in space.... we saw stars and planets and landed on the moon. Gracie saw every character from Star Wars.


But even with our conversation-- seeing Mr. Joe... even though we knew he would soon be in heaven, it was hard. It is hard for me. It hard for Sarah. Its hard for all of us.
It is hard but it is also amazing and wonderful and powerful and profound and embraced in joy.

Even Jesus wept as he stood outside the tomb of his dear friend Lazerus. He knew that death was not the end. In fact he raised him from the dead.
But first he wept
. He mourned. He felt. He experienced this pain.
And he felt the joy of his friend walking towards him again.

Driving home Gracie and I had deep conversation about life, death, and heaven on the way home. I asked her how she felt when she saw Mr. Joe.
Gracie: I was sad and scared. I thought he was dead.
Me: He was sleeping really soundly. I know he looked really still. He held his cross in his hand. He is very peaceful.
Gracie: I liked the little boy and baby there! Ms. Sarah is sweet and pretty.
Me: He was a sweet boy.
Gracie: I had fun playing with the toys with Mr. Joe's Daddy. He was fun! ..... Mr. Joe is going to see Jesus soon?
Me: Yes.
Gracie: What is it like there?
Me: The bible tells us heaven is a wonderful place filled with joy and singing praises.
You know how you fall down sometimes and hurt yourself?

G: Yes
Me: Well- there is no more pain. No more crying or tears in heaven.
G: It is a wonderful place..... Mommy, When will you go to heaven?
Me: When I am an old, old, old, old, very old woman.
G: When I go to heaven I will be an old, old, old, old, old, old, old, old, old, very, very, very, very, very, old woman.
Me: Yes and we all be together in heaven.
G: Yep!
....
G- Mommy- can I watch a show tonight?
Me-- We'll probably read books tonight....
etc. etc. etc.

I wrote this 11 days ago.

My friend *Joe went home to be with to the Lord on Valentine's Day.

Tonight is Ash Wednesday - tonight we said, "From dust you came, and to dust you will return."

Tonight we sang "What Wondrous Love is This" and as the last verse:

And when from death I'm free, I'll sing on, I'll sing on;
And when from death I'm free, I'll sing on.
And when from death I'm free, I'll sing and joyful be;
And through eternity, I'll sing on, I'll sing on;
And through eternity, I'll sing on.

Tears fell down my cheeks as we sang-- I was so sad, and so in awe, and so joyful-- all at the same time tonight. I confronted my sin and mortality- I confronted that my friend has returned to dust-- but in so - has returned to God. I contemplated the ways I am to return to Christ in this journey of Lent.

My friend has journeyed home.
No more pain.

Today we begin a journey with Christ to the cross.

The cross is a place of pain, and of redemption.
The cross is a place of death, and of new birth.

The cross is our home-- for it is where our dust is redeemed and transformed into new life.
The cross is our home-- for it is the place of victory over death.

We begin the journey to the cross today.

Somehow- this year, it is filled even more powerfully.
I am dust- and to dust I will return.

Praise be to God who created me from dust.
Who breathed life into me.
Praise be to Christ Jesus who washes me clean.
Praise be to God who has brought *Joe home.
Praise be to God who takes our ashes and makes all things new.

(*The names of my friends have been changed).


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