Friday, August 19, 2016

Unbending - Walking Upright



A Reflection and Poem for XIV Pentecost                All Saints’ Church, Southern Shores, NC 
 August 21, 2016                                                  Thomas E. Wilson, Rector
Jeremiah 1:4-10           Psalm 71:1-6       Hebrews 12:18-29        Luke 13:10-17
Unbending Walking Upright
This Sunday and for the next 10 weeks we have as our Hebrew Testament lesson selections from the book of the prophet Jeremiah.  Depending on how you read the three verses before this lesson for today, Jeremiah is either born or begins his ministry in 627 BC in the southern kingdom of Judah. He is born in a priestly city a couple miles north of Jerusalem. Priestly cities were places set aside for Levites where the lands were used to support and house families of Cohens, the Hebrew word for Priests. Priests were not called; they were born into the job. They were raised to be attendants at the Altars in Jerusalem, to be moral guides for the people, to accept sacrifices and interpret the entrails of the sacrificed animals for portents from God. Most of the time, Prophets and Priests would be on opposite sides as the prophets acted as critics of the priestly clique who tended to be supporters of, and apologists for, the status quo. Jeremiah, the son of a Priest, receives a call from God to be a Prophet, so he was not all that popular with his Cohen cousins. It would be like the butchers son’s one day declaring that he was now going to be a vegan. In this lesson, Jeremiah says that he was given the call before he was born, so he could have been a guy who just did not fit in from before Day One. His mother probably cried a lot and his father probably was frustrated with him. When Jesus says Prophets are honored everywhere except in their hometown, their family and household, he was speaking from his own experience and from centuries of historical witness.

When Jeremiah is born, or receives his call, in 627 BC, the Northern Kingdom had been wiped out and carried into exile by the Assyrian Empire about a hundred years before. In 626, the Assyrian Empire, whose capital was Nineveh, the ruins of which are across the Tigris River in the modern Northern Iraqi city of Mosul, had reached the point of decline from their own mismanagement and civil strife that it was ripped apart by rival claimants for regional power. The greatest threat to Judah is now Babylon on the Euphrates River about 300 miles south of Nineveh, about 50 miles south of modern day Bagdad. Jerimiah becomes extremely unpopular when he suggests that the Babylonians may be the instruments of divine justice to punish Jerusalem for its rampant corruption and its exploitation of the poor and vulnerable. The Babylonians will conquer Judah in 597 BC and destroy Jerusalem in 587 BC. Because Jeremiah has been a critic, he is kidnapped before the fall and taken into Egypt where he disappears from history.

Being a prophet is not a job that Jeremiah wants, but with great sorrow he remains faithful to the call he was given to “pluck up and pull down, to destroy and to overthrow, to build and to plant.” He knows the truth that one cannot plant without plucking up and pulling down, one cannot build without destroying and overthrowing the old order. What keeps him going is a sense of hope of how all things will be redeemed in God’s time. It is the vision of God’s love building the new that gives him energy each new day. Jeremiah knows that love in his life and has known it from before he was born. It is when you know that you are loved that you are able to find the strength to speak the truth to power, putting up with the negative opinions from others and finding hope for the future.

When I was in high school English, our teacher, assistant football coach, and Drama Club advisor, Mr. Miller, made us memorize Shakespeare’s Sonnet 29 about finding hope:
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee—and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
   For thy sweet love rememb'red such wealth brings
   That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

That kind of loving hope in the midst of turmoil is what the Book of Hebrews is suggesting when the writer says that “ indeed our God is a consuming fire”, a fire that burns with love and hope.. 

In the Gospel lesson, Jesus sees a woman all bent over; she has spent her entire life in this posture and the healing comes when she is straightened.  The old way of being in the world is changed, and healing comes as the old posture is destroyed. The religious folk are upset because Jesus is a threat to business as usual where law breeds shame, but Jesus responds that there is a new way of looking at the world, that God is tearing apart the old shackles of law and shame for a different way of walking in the world.

Most of us don’t like to change; we would prefer that other people change. We see this in families and communities all the time. Yes, they know that the way they do things is broken, but they want someone else to do the changing - somebody else’s ox to be gored, somebody else to make the sacrifice, someone else to pay the bill for healing. However, the old saying is true: “No change equals no change.” Change is possible when someone speaks loving, hopeful truth to power, and supportive, loving, hopeful truth to those who feel that they have no power. 

Unbending Walking Upright (poem)
I hate the way things are; is lousy
but I’m used to it, part of my life.
What’d it be like without a knife
twisting shame walking drowsy
all bent over seeing only ground
not daring to look into other eyes
afraid they'll see beyond my guise
and make some sort of pity sound?
However notion to me remembers
that there was once a womb voice
declaiming love could be a choice
as that consuming fire fans embers
   to walk upright and truth speaking
   and of no other's approval seeking.

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