The Power of Witness

I have a beef to pick with The Episcopal Church. 

I really do not like the way we diminish the Palm Sunday service...and the Liturgy of the Palms when Jesus enters Jerusalem triumphantly... by insisting that we also have the reading of the Passion Gospel narrative. 

We celebrate Jesus and sing Hosanna outside the church....keeping up the joy all the way inside...and then about 15 minutes later...we are arresting and killing him. 

I was told the reason the church does it that way is because they don't believe that people will come back on Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, or Holy Saturday for the Easter Vigil. 

Well, by killing Jesus on Palm Sunday, they pretty much have guaranteed that people won't come back!

And I don't think that's true. Not at St. Barnabas. If people don't come back on Thursday, it's because they're terrified of the footwashing ritual. 

Anyway...if ever I get to draft a resolution for General Convention to change the liturgy we've been practicing now for nearly half a century...I'll let you know. 

In the meantime...some conversations and observations I've been having about our current state of the union helped me have an "A-ha" moment in reading through the very long Luke version of the crucifixion. 

I had been prepared to talk about the line where we hear that Pilate and Herod became friends after having been enemies because they both saw a problem with Jesus. Of course Luke, like the other evangelists, romanticizes Pilate and makes him sound more benevolent than he actually was according to the historians. 

But instead....I found myself drawn to talking about the witnesses....and especially noting that a Roman Centurion also exclaimed, "Certainly this man was God's son." To me...that sounds like some of the people who are waking up to the reality that the man they thought was going to protect their interests and only punish "the libs" is doing things that cause them harm, too. It's a much bigger deal than we might realize that a Roman Army official is having this moment. And this is the confirmation that Jesus' death on the cross was doing the work it needed to do. Allel---oops! It's not Easter. Yet. 

See what you think. 

Text: Luke 22:14-23:56

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I want us all to take a moment.

Take a collective breath in and breathe it out.

I think that’s an essential exercise for any day.

And I think it will be important one as we take in the experiences of Holy Week.

Because…we are just like the women…the disciples…Joseph of Arimathea and the Centurion.

We are witnesses to things that are brutal.

Things that are unjust.

And things that can leave us feeling powerless to do anything.

I think we’ve all been like Peter at some point in time.

Or even Thomas.

We don’t hear about Thomas in this Gospel…but just like Peter… Thomas thought that he’d be courageous and stalwart…he’d be right there with Jesus…confronting the Jerusalem status quo…only to end up standing as far away as possible at the time of the crucifixion.

As brave as they wanted to be…what Jesus was doing was too scary, too challenging.  He took on a power structure that was into dominance and control.

And those powers were going to keep control at any cost.

The Roman Empire had endured many Jewish revolutionaries…many of whom claimed to be the Messiah.

The Jewish religious powers had suffered greatly under Rome and wanted to keep what little control they had and didn’t need some upstart telling them they were missing the mark.

That old saying of “the more things change…the more they stay the same” seems to apply.

Different times… different characters…but the human condition continues to suffer because greed and the desire for supremacy on the part of the powerful is still at work in the world.

But then… so is the quiet influence of being a witness and the way witnessing the wrongs can lead to actively seeking to make things right.  

I hadn’t really thought much about the Centurion in this scene…but he represents the Empire…the government that  executed Jesus.

He’s a military man…a commander of a unit of the Roman Army…one of Caesar’s henchmen.

And yet…as he witnesses Jesus take his last breath at the hands of his own kind…he says out loud:

“Certainly this man was innocent.”

A Roman Army official is having second thoughts about the rightness of this action.

The reconciling work of Jesus has begun from the cross.

This was Jesus’s mission….one which was to draw the world…the whole world…Jews and Gentiles…back to God…back to that radical idea of “Love”.

His efforts bear fruit…as one by one…those who open their eyes and stand witness and start to say, “Yes.”

“Yes” I believe that Love is stronger than Hate.

“Yes” I believe that every person should be treated with dignity and respect.

“Yes” I will do my part to rescue this world from the nightmare of these systems which seek to demean and destroy people.

“Yes” I will work toward living into God’s dream that is liberating and life-giving and do my part to make that the reality.

It is through the witnesses of Jesus’ crucifixion that the Centurion begins to break with idea that Caesar is God…and recognizes God in Jesus.

His devout followers…even as they stood far away…nonetheless bore witness to his death. 

And they will begin to have their own awakening…and finally understand in body…mind…and soul all those parables…all those healing miracles.

Sometimes it takes us witnessing something that disturbs us so much that we’re finally moved to stand up for others.

Sometimes the unfairness has to happen to us or our loved ones before it becomes so real that we cannot ignore it.

Jesus confronted the hypocrisy and the corruption that was rampant in the Roman Empire at that time.

His death shined an even brighter light on all that was wrong with the system.

And his resurrection was that proof…that important confirmation… that Love does not stop.

Those witnesses made sure of that.

Their witness to his death…and later his resurrection…gave them the courage to live into Love…and carry on with Jesus’ mission.

Now we…who stand before the cross…and are bearing witness to what’s happening around us…we’re being challenged to do the same.

We are being called to pay attention…and bring that same confidence in Love to address what is happening in the communities around us:

Migrant farm workers are too scared to go to work.

Their children are afraid to go to school.

The farmers who normally employ migrants are having to cut back on their planting and production because they don’t have enough laborers…and they don’t want to put their workers at risk.

(This is what is happening in Gadsden County, Florida).

Fear and uncertainty and distrust are growing.

If ever there was a time for the followers of Jesus to be brave in our witness…to show up…stand up…and speak out on behalf of those who are nervous and afraid…now is the time.

It will be costly…but it’s not a wasted effort.

I encourage you to take the inserts home.

Please don’t just leave them behind.

Read through them slowly and carefully.

Take part in our services on Thursday and Friday…and take all that we’ve experienced this morning in smaller bites.

Spend time this week contemplating the way of Jesus…his prayerful and thoughtful and counter-cultural response to violence and fear.

Jesus is still calling to us…through our roles as witnesses…to come together…be a little more merciful…a little more courageous and take action to spread love into the world.

In the name of our one Holy and Undivided Trinity.

 

The Light that Shines in Darkness

During the winter months in the northern hemisphere, when we are experiencing winter and long nights and short days, light becomes an important symbol synonomous with hope. I am keenly aware that many are sitting on pins and needles right now because we know that the incoming presidential administration is hell-bent (and I do mean hell) on revenge and retribution because there were those people who stood in the way of grift and greed. There are presidential advisors who harbor hatred toward foreigners, LGBTQ+ people, and anyone who is seen as "non-Christian" (although their version of Christianity is a far cry from the Jesus of the Gospels and Epistles). 

With these thoughts in mind...I wrote this sermon based on the opening of John's Gospel. See what you think.

Text: John 1:1-18

(n.b. we learned of former president and Georgia favorite son Jimmy Carter's death later in the afternoon. May the light he lit in the hearts of many remaining burning and not allow the darkness to overcome it.)

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It’s not every year that the Jewish Festival of Hanukkah lands on our holiday of Christmas.

In fact…the last time that happened was almost 20 years ago…in 2005.

It will happen again in 2035.

Hanukkah is one of those many moveable feasts…and is dependent on the solar and lunar cycles…and not our Gregorian calendar; so all of the Jewish holidays tend to fall within a date range.

Since my wife converted to Judaism…we have had double celebrations in our house…marking both Christmas and Hanukkah.

Chrismakkuh is a regular happening in our home.  

The main ritual of Hanukkah is the lighting of the menorah.

The holiday celebrates a bloody victory in the second century BCE over an oppressive Greek regime that had tried to force the Jews to adopt pagan beliefs.

When the Jews recaptured the Temple in Jerusalem, they found only one vial of oil to light the menorah…but miraculously…that vial kept the eight lights burning until they were able to get more to consecrate.

We light one candle…called the shamash or “helper” …which is then used to light the others.

We say a prayer as we hold the shamash:

“Blessed are you, Adonai, our God, King of the Universe, who has sanctified us with His commandments and commanded us to kindle the Hanukkah light.”

And then we light the candles…and open the window blinds across from our fireplace mantle so that the light might shine out into the world.

With each night…with each candle…the light grows…piercing the darkness.

Similar to our Advent wreath…we can think of the light being passed…one candle to another…as we grow that light for the world.

Humans need light in order to see their way through the dark.

We aren’t like cats with their large corneas and pupils that allow them to see enough to hunt prey at night.

And so it makes sense that when our evangelist John talks about the inbreaking of God into the world…the birth of Jesus…he uses the language of light.

If Luke is the Rogers and Hammerstein of the Bible…John is the Poet Laureate.

Besides the apostle Paul…John is one of the biggest contributors to the writings of the New Testament.

He is the only apostle of the original twelve to have lived a long life and died of old age instead of martyrdom or in the case of Judas…suicide.

His Gospel was the last of the four in our canon…and the one that makes the strongest case for his community of followers in 100 CE that Jesus was God incarnate.

His opening prologue that we heard this morning is a lyrical remix of the First Creation story from the Book of Genesis.

Instead of “In the beginning when God created the heavens and the earth…” we learn that “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God.”

And this Word came down and took on human flesh to live and dwell with us… as one of us.

This Word will grow from a tiny infant…totally dependent on human parents to raise him…filled with Holy Spirit from his first breath…and committed to a mission of Love that would challenge the bullies and tyrants of his day.

John tells us this Word is the Light of the World.

This light represents life.

In this case…the life is very specifically Jesus.

This is John’s way of telling the same birth story we heard on Christmas Eve from Luke.

It’s a reminder for those of us who gather to worship here…

That we, too, are incorporated into this light…and life.

Each time we profess our faith…every time we come to this altar to receive the sacrament of the body and blood of Christ… we are becoming one with this light and life.

We are re-ignited with that light of Christ…that light of God…within us…to go back out into the world…and be like that shamash on the menorah…passing our light to others.

We…. as people who put our faith and trust in God…have lives and light that are important to God no matter what we might think of ourselves or what others may have said or done to try to diminish our light.

As long as we stick with that source of the Great Light that has come into the world… we can withstand and shine through any darkness that tries to snuff it out.

That theme of “light” is an important one for John.

As I’ve said…he has a number of writings in the New Testament…including three relatively short letters written to his community.

The First Letter of John…which actually reads more like a sermon.. has a lot to say about this idea of “light.”

Very early on …John writes…

“God is Light and in him there is no darkness at all. If we say we have fellowship with him while we are walking in darkness…we lie and do not do what is true, but if we walk in the light as he himself is the light, we have fellowship with one another.”

So what does this mean for us…walking in the light?

John wants us to think about the way we treat each other.

Further into that same letter…John says we can’t claim to love God…who we have not seen…while we hate other people…the very people who we do see.  

We can’t say we’re following Jesus…walking in “the light”…while we add hardships to others…figuratively flipping off the light switch on them and leaving them hopelessly in the dark.

For us to “walk in the light” we have to be willing to be changed…at the heart level.

Because when we open our hearts to God…we are saying “yes” to allowing God to strike the match and light the wick…or put in the new lightbulb…pick your metaphor...and accept the values of Jesus.

And that assignment?

We work to free the captives…liberate people from their oppression…love people without coercion or demands.

When we decide to live into this way of Love it will change us…and our whole outlook.

And it will expand us in ways that are loving…and life-affirming…and in that process liberating for us and for others.

We aren’t going to be perfect at doing that all the time.

There’s a reason we say that Confession of Sin every week.

But when we find ourselves becoming uncaring or callous…we are invited to once again…add a little more oil to our inner lamp and shine on and meet and greet one another with love.

Because God loved us first…from the start.

Why else would the Word that was with God and is God have taken the risk of becoming a human baby…gone through the trouble of healing, teaching and preaching, and dying at the hands of an unjust system… if not for the enormous love for us?

And that way of love…that light…which came into the world is meant to be passed on…so that no darkness can take it away.

In the name of our One Holy and Undivided Trinity.

"My Kingdom Is Not From This World" A Sermon for the Last Sunday After Pentecost

 If you have been following this blog with the texts of my sermons, I would hope that you have figured out that while I am a Christian, I do not support the Christian Nationalist agenda that is mobilizing to take control of our government. I do not support the posting of the Ten Commandments in classrooms. I do not support mandate that teachers trained in math or science take on the additional role of being a pastor. I do not want public schools to take the place of the church in any way, shape, or form.  If you want your child to learn about Jesus and to become familiar with the Holy Trinity of God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit...please...PLEASE...bring them and yourself to church. We would LOVE to see you on Sunday morning! 

This sermon for "Christ the King" Sunday was my anti-Christian Nationalist sermon in its most explicit sense. There is simply no basis for anyone to ever claim the Jesus of the Bible as one who ever wanted to have a 'nation'; hence all these efforts to use the power of the state to indoctrinate children into the Christian faith run totally counter to what should be our practice as Christians. Our role is not to dominate, but to serve. And through our service, we show the love of God as manifest in Jesus. 

When I preached this sermon at St. Barnabas, not a single person said "Amen." How about you? 

Text: John 18:33-37

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All hail the power of Jesus’s name…O King Divine!

Crown him with many crowns!

Because… on this last Sunday of the eternally long season of  “After Pentecost”…we celebrate Jesus Christ as the King of kings…the Lord of Lords…the most mighty of the mighty….

He’s the top dog!

The big Kahuna!

But…

….he never lifted a weapon.

….never called for bloodshed.

….never proclaimed himself “mighty” or a “king” in that strong man sort of way.

Jesus was never into that type of power.

So as kings go…he’s a really strange one!

That’s why he completely confounds Pontius Pilate.

The brutal and pompous Roman Governor had just arrived in Jerusalem.

He and his army were there for the Passover celebration to make sure those uppity Jews didn’t get any strange ideas about challenging the Empire.

In this Gospel exchange…Pilate is suspicious of Jesus.

 

He seems to have heard a rumor that there was this

Interloper…some weird itinerant rabbi doing amazing deeds among the people.

Some were saying this new guy was a “king.”

Kings…in the minds of the ancient world…weren’t like a King Charles in England…who is just a constitutional figurehead.

A king in the days of the Roman Empire would have much more authority.

They could amass armies and invade territories and pillage and plunder.

Given that there was a lot of discontent among the Jews…and the Zealots were looking for a means to overthrow the Roman Empire…anyone claiming to be a “king” was seen as an insurrectionist.

Pilate was probably expecting this “King of the Jews” to be a more brash and brazen character.

But the Jesus who appears before Pilate doesn’t come in fighting or shouting.

He’s in a simple tunic …not even carrying a stick let alone a sword.

His only weapon is his words. And his words were love.

We might hear the scoffing and incredulous tone in Pilate’s voice:

“Are you…hmmmm….(air quotes) the King of the…ugh…Jews?”

Unphased…and unwavering…Jesus does what a good rabbi does. He responds with a question.

“Do you yourself know this about me or did you get it from somebody else?”

Now Pilate is not only puzzled…but Jesus has just insulted his prejudice.

You see: Pilate despises the Jews…and Jesus just suggested that by asking if he’s the King of the Jews…Pilate must be a Jew himself…looking to address his king.

Pilate angrily dismisses this ridiculous idea that HE is a Jew.

But he’s still operating out of this mindset that a “king” must be some kind of a strong man.

And yet…here’s this non-combative guy playing mind games with him.

He demands to know what’s this really all about?

Why have the Roman sycophants of Judaism turned Jesus over to him?

And that’s when Jesus really messes with Pilate.

“My kingdom is not from this world. If my kingdom were from this world, my followers would be fighting to keep me from being handed over…”

“My kingdom is not from this world.

I am not the leader of any nation.

I am not an authority riding on horseback…or wrapping myself in any flag of any kind.

I do not need nor do I seek power over anyone.”

This is the revolutionary vision of Jesus…the totally countercultural way in which Jesus asserts his kingship.

It’s what we’ve been hearing every week from Mark…which then gets picked up by Matthew and Luke…and each one of them adding a little more to the story here…fleshing out this scene over there.

It’s the Jesus of John’s Gospel…the Jesus who is the Word made into mortal flesh to live…teach…heal…and die as one of us.

Every time the people tried to make Jesus a king in the way it was understood in the First Century…Jesus would somehow manage to dodge the crowd and make his escape.

When he was famished and out in the wilderness and Satan kept whispering in his ear that if he would just give up on God and worship this Tempter of his soul instead…he could be king.

Not just of one country.

He could have the whole world be a single Jesus Nation!

And Jesus said no to it all.

“My kingdom. Is not. From. This. World.”

It’s one of the most curious things about the Christian faith.

Those of us who follow Jesus…have met and come to know God through the life…ministry…death…and resurrection of Jesus…are aligning ourselves not with dominance…and some bullying political power source.

We are following a compassionate man.

A king who rules not from a throne…but from the cross.

We see in this one we call our Savior:  a man who sits down with those who others see as the expendables…and the unimportant of society.

This king was born on the road…in a stable full of animals… to human parents living under an occupation.

From the very start of his earthly life…Jesus’s kingship was to live and move and have a kinship with the vulnerable of creation.

This is not very king-like…even by our standards here in the 21^st Century.

Conventional wisdom of the rest of the world counts the life of this Jesus as weak.

So then what do we make of this idea of the poor and weak…and the willing-to-suffer Jesus being our “king of kings”?

Why is our king not a warrior?

It’s a really tough and sobering question for the church…which was only made more difficult when the Emperor Constantine in the 4^th Century had his big “a-ha” moment…and converted to Christianity and decided that the worldly kingdom of the Roman Empire was now also the kingdom of God.

The Church has gone through ups and downs and schisms and break ups…as generations upon generations call for it to remember as the old hymn says that it’s true “one foundation is Jesus Christ her Lord.” (Hymn #525)

And the kingdom of Jesus is not of this world.

The citizenship we hold in this kingdom as ones aligned with Jesus calls us to a different land…and bigger understanding.

We are ask to see beyond borders and barriers.

It’s not about any one nation;

it’s about being called into a relationship that lifts our hearts and minds…our bodies and souls…to a place where there is no longer “us” and “them.”

The kingdom of Jesus is a spiritual and mental shift to put aside all our earthly aspirations to dominate another.

Our citizenship in this kingdom is about transformation…and learning once and for all that we are all siblings…adopted children of God…created for the purposes of helping each other…caring for the disenfranchised among us…rejoicing with one another in good times…while holding space and being present to each other in our moments of pain and doubt.

In African culture…this is called Ubuntu…a recognition of the humanity of another person.

The late Nelson Mandela used Ubuntu as the philosophical practice to help move South Africa beyond its sinful past of apartheid.

It speaks to the idea of human kindness…mutual caring…and connection that builds up a community.

That takes an intentional effort to make it happen.

It takes each person having the willingness to do the work of living and growing into our faith by seeking “peace and justice for all people and respecting the dignity of every human being.” (BCP, 305)

Being at someone’s hospital bedside…taking food and clothing donations to the shelter…preparing meals for people: all of these are examples of the way we put our faith into action…and build and strengthen ourselves and each other. Demonstrate what it means to follow a king of Love.

Growing up into the people of God…standing taller on the side of Love…even in the face of those bullies who call our compassion “foolish” or “weak” in fact makes us stronger…and better citizens of the kingdom of Jesus.

Because to those who are the marginalized…our weakness looks bold and bright and amazing against a backdrop of anger…fear and hatred.

The more visible we are as the followers of a Jesus who served rather than sought to be served…the more we conform our lives to his ways…the more we will be a helper to those seeking love and acceptance.

Earth will become just a little bit more like heaven.

And there will be much rejoicing in the kingdom of Jesus.

In the name of our One Holy and Undivided Trinity.

 

The Sassy Syrophoenician Woman

 

I don't often get to highlight the powerful women in Scripture and the way that they get God's attention. So when one of their stories pops up in the lectionary...well, I have to talk about it. And the Syrophoenician woman (Canaanite woman in Matthew's Gospel) is one of my faves. 

Text: Mark 7:24-37

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Back when I was in massage school in Gainesville… I had what might best be described as a misunderstanding with one of my teachers.

He’d said something in class that felt like a personal insult to me.

I was upset and hurt by it.

So I asked to meet with him to talk.

I was scared.

I didn’t like confronting him or anyone for that matter.

And past experiences in life had taught me that speaking truth to power would more often than not result in a boomerang effect…where the powerful would exact some kind of retaliation against me.

So…I was nervous having this meeting.

But Frank…the teacher… like all of my instructors at Florida School of Massage… showed enormous patience… kindness… and thoughtfulness in listening to me.

Even as my voice shook… and I was holding back tears… he wasn’t cruel.

He wasn’t dismissive.

He wasn’t even defensive.

And he told me he was sorry and he had not intended to be hurtful.

After about a half hour…Frank and I left on much better terms… having taken that time together to talk and to listen.

A few days later…and after reflecting on our meeting… I approached him after class and thanked him again for how he treated me.

I wasn’t used to a man being willing to listen to me that way.

And I shared that at other times in my life…especially working in the very male-dominated field of broadcast journalism… any complaint I raised automatically made me….

The “B” word….the word for female dogs.

Now I would describe Frank as a happy and even gentle man.

But when I used that term in reference to myself… this jovial kind soul… frowned and looked me straight in the eye:

“Don’t you ever use that word about yourself! You are not that and I would never call you that. Don’t you ever think of yourself that way!”

That brief exchange…was an even more powerful teaching moment.

I share that story because in our Gospel today…we hear Jesus call this Syrophoenician woman the “B” word. 

No…the word itself isn’t in our translation of Mark’s Gospel…but that is essentially what’s been said.

To call this woman… and by extension her demon-possessed daughter…“a dog” was deeply offensive, hurtful and rude.

Some biblical scholars try to downplay this scene and pass it off as Jesus not really being this mean. They try to say that he used a word that means “puppies” and…y’know… puppies are cute and cuddly so he wasn’t really being THAT bad…and he was just testing this woman’s faith.

I’m not buying any of that.

He called her a dog.

And such an insult flies in the face of everything we’ve come to think about and believe about Jesus.

So why would Jesus be this aggressively nasty to her?

Well… to borrow a term often used in social media to describe a relationship status…

It’s complicated.

It’s a mix of so many “things” …. Gender… religion….and class differences going on in this story with Jesus and this unnamed woman.

Let’s do some unraveling.

First of all… this scene takes place in Tyre… which is a seaport city on the coast of the Mediterranean Sea in the north just below Syria…part of what is now modern-day Lebanon.

This is a Gentile area of the Roman Empire.

And it was a city that dominated all of the surrounding rural areas.

Tyre and its city-dweller population gobbled up food…supplies…and labor to enrich themselves at the expense of those around them….particularly their poorer…more rural and oppressed Jewish neighbors in Galilee.

As you might imagine…this behavior and the wealth gap it created didn’t make the people of Tyre all that popular with Galileans.

And Jesus was from Galilee.

One biblical commentator rephrased Jesus’ contemptuous reply to the woman this way:

“First let the poor people in the Jewish rural areas be satisfied. For it is not good to take the poor people’s food and throw it to the rich Gentiles in the cities.”

There’s also the religious differences between these two.

This woman is not Jewish. She’s a Gentile.

And not just a Gentile but a “Syrophoenician”…a Greek…which scholars say means she’s a pagan.

She has no interest in becoming a follower of Jesus…or worshipping the God Jesus talks about.

There’s no desire on the part of either Jesus or this woman to have some sort of conversion experience.

So this ISN’T a “faith-based” discussion.

Finally… there’s the gender difference.

Jesus… as a Jewish man… would have been and could have been offended at a woman crashing his attempt to get away for awhile by showing up at this house…and asking for a remote healing for her daughter.

Women… especially Gentile women… weren’t supposed to be so forward and pushy especially toward men who weren’t part of their own kind.

So…there are a myriad of issues going on in the background of this passage that could be at play for why Jesus behaves in a very un-Jesus way.

And yet… he did respond.

He did the healing.

He returns to being the Jesus we know and love.

So what happened?

My favorite way of reading this story is from the perspective of what happens when women overcome whatever societal norms get in their way…and show persistence in fighting for their cause…in this case a daughter who’s in trouble.

This Syrophoenician woman is that single mother fighting for life-saving healing from the one doctor who she’s heard has the medicine that can do it.

As a mother…living in a system that is heavily ranked… with rules about who can speak and when… she’s beyond caring about the social mores and is willing to risk everything approaching “the man” to ask for his help.

And when he calls her a derogatory name…she doesn’t flinch.

In fact…in the words of the womanist biblical scholar Mitzi Smith… she gets “sassy.”

She employs the rhetorical technique of the oppressed to take that insult… turn it on its head…and spin it back at Jesus.

Jesus hears it.

Jesus gets it.

And Jesus grants this queen her fervent wish.

Not because she’s promised to follow him.

Again…this has nothing to do with her faith.

Jesus responds because her words… the words of someone who acknowledged her own powerlessness in this situation turns to his power to make something happen.

By being bested by this woman’s words….Jesus changed his mind.

And in changing his mind…our Savior is demonstrating to us another valuable lesson.

Jesus shows us…through his own humility…his own humanity…the importance of listening…and what happens when we set aside ideas of status and difference to listen…even to one who isn’t one of our own kind.

And he does it without any expectation of “getting anything” back.

Think of what happens when we take a moment to really listen to another person’s story…particularly when we listen to the complaint of someone who is not like us.

We learn something. Not just about the other person but it can challenge us to learn some more things about ourselves.

Sarah mentioned it recently…that Johari window… where we uncover things in ourselves that maybe we were not aware of.

And once we’re made aware of it… we have an opportunity to take this new information… and change.

It’s through a process like this that we start to free ourselves from the shackles of fear and prejudice that keep us from becoming a more cohesive member in that bigger body of Christ.

It helps us to become better friends and neighbors to each other and our wider community. 

Thanks be to God for the Syrophoenician woman for her bravery and her sass.

And thanks be to God for the humility of Jesus to demonstrate that it is OK to listen and change.

In the name of our one holy and undivided Trinity.