Standing Up in the Hard Places

Reflection in response to Proper 16, 14th Sunday after Pentecost, Year C (focus on Luke: 13:10-17)

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The bent over woman stood up straight, praising God,
when Jesus touched her, erasing her long disfigurement,
and people in the synagogue rejoiced.
Scholars agree Jesus did not violate halakhah,
the compilation of Jewish law governing worship,
even as Luke records objection by the synagogue leader.
Rules often help communities to be strong, orderly,
but leaders, not just in synagogues to be sure,
can confuse order they want with order God wants—
not always the same.  When health, liberation, mercy, are at stake,
as then, like now, the rules enabling those outcomes control.
But do really follow those rules all the time?
If we did, would health care and prisons be run for profit,
would anyone be allowed to carry firearms in school,
would we then allow God’s creation to be spoiled by greed,
dictators to fire poison at their people,
officers to shoot Black men just because they can,
Palestinians to be denied their own true homeland?

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It is tempting to leave Jesus back there in synagogue,
upending the claim of power by the leader,
feeling all righteous, critical, about the leader then,
instead of hearing our Lord here and now, saying
about rules of today, Stop! Indeed laying holy hands
on victims of health care and prison profit rules
so they, and more importantly we, can stand straight
and throw off the tyranny keeping them bent down.
And he, then as now, weeping not only over Jerusalem—
but also the earth despoiled by our careless selfishness,
children at risk in school, brave citizens gassed by their own leaders,
our streets war zones where peace officers shoot first, ask later—
he touches us as he touched the crippled woman
so that finally we can take his power, his love, his peace
from the sanctuary where we too often embalm it
into the world that too is bent over, crippled,
crying out in pain, and need.

There is hope, yes, always hope, but its wealth
cannot be shared if we do not follow him in
breaking the rules of oppression and keeping rules that liberate.
Jesus asks us to go to the hard places, and stand up.

 
writing+poetryAbout this poem…..The text does not say it, but the synagogue ruler was probably a Pharisee, and it is so easy to poke not only fun but also righteous judgment at them—forgetting our own Pharisaic ways, and our own resort to rules to keep order rather than freedom and liberation. This incident is not intended to be about people long ago so much as it is a caution to us. Can we overcome rules of today—stuff we breathe so much we cannot see its effect, like thinking “for profit” means better care, that authorities must know what they are doing, that guns save lives, that the survival of one people is more important than the survival of another?

 

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Hear the Word of God

(3rd Sunday after the Epiphany, Year C; click here for the biblical texts)

The reader stands at the pulpit
opening the book before the people
Hear the word of God she exclaims
a poignant echo of Ezra opening Torah
before the Hebrews returning from Exile
shivers up and down many spines
as she  reads Isaiah
proclaiming release to captives
good news to the poor recovery of sight to the blind
freedom for the oppressed
in the mouth and person of Jesus
homeboy in Nazareth
channeled in the modern sanctuary.
We feel the drama in those fateful long ago words
Today this scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing.
Do we hear them today do we respond
Do we proclaim release to anyone
black men herded into prisons
Good news for folks trying to cross the tracks from the wrong side
Syrians Mexicans Salvadorans Muslims everywhere
Recovery of sight and life to those forgotten on the margins
ghetto kids sick African babies
Freedom for those held down in our very neighborhood
down the street across the globe
woman wanting control of their bodies.
We know the glory of God the heavens tell us every day
if and when we listen and watch
but what of the justice of God
peace that passes all our wisdom
Does reading by Ezra’s today daughter
cause us like the ancient Hebrews
to weep and more to act
push the world into peace justice
by moving ourselves more into wholeness.
Hear the word of God she exclaims
Hear it now says Jesus
Make it happen here.

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writing+poetryAbout this poem……

This poem was inspired by the powerful reading of Scripture by a lay woman at Metropolitan Community Church of Washington, D.C. recently. It was a different text, but as she proclaimed the word I thought of Jesus in the temple in Nazareth. When later  I encountered the text for this Sunday, and remembered her reading, I realized it is possible for us today to bring God to life in the word just as Jesus and Ezra and Isaiah did.

The Temple of Never Ending Love

(1st Sunday after Christmas, Year C; click here for lectionary texts)

Belief takes us familiar places
Passover at table Christmas midnight
mass Easter at sunrise weekly worship
choir practice Bible study groups
but sometimes we wander off caught up
in new understanding or led in a direction we
do not know maybe even want finding ourselves
like pre-teen Jesus in the temple listening asking questions
speaking words beyond what we and others
thought we knew.  Then we see the hand of God
caressing our lives touching intimately our
souls to awaken the true potential
we are blessed to become not God
but one with God born of God one
of God and one in God. What Jesus tells
us is that it could be us at temple
speaking wisdom way beyond we
are told we can know.  We must free
ourselves.  God is ready to loose the chains
of convention and rules when we say yes.
The Word became flesh and dwelt among us
dwells among us Christ is not just coming
again Christ is here now inviting us
to sit with him grow in him to become
not him but our full selves in the beauty
of holiness wholeness shalom passing
all understanding going beyond all human
knowledge to the holy of holies
within us the temple of never ending love.
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