A bruised reed we will not break, and a smoldering wick we will not quench. We have to learn to be gentle, the way Jesus taught us. To learn the way of the one God sends, who does not overwhelm the timid, or exhaust the burnt-out.
Beware, the "yeast" of the Pharisees. Jesus call it "yeast" because it works its way into, through you, and it grows. It's hard to escape. Some of us are learning to check our own pharisaical tendencies, that have grown yeastily into us in the churches we were raised in.
Don't assume your shit don't stink! Leah Jordan brings a word about the ways in which we can all be like the Pharisees, and how we can focus more on improving ourselves than improving our neighbor.
Don't assume your own powerlessness. It's the last Sunday with Paul as Worship Architect and Nathan on cello. We just want three things: 1, for them, and everyone else, to stay, forever. 2, that the Nazis would see the light and stop being Nazis. 3, that Peter would not have gotten out of that boat all by himself. It's all we want, just those three. We feel really powerless because we can't get them. But we have a different kind of power, because when our Peter steps out of that boat, we have the power to step out with him. Thanks be to God.
We're always to happy to hear from "The Other Nathan." He brings a good word while our Lead Evangelist is off in the mountains getting some much needed rest and rejuvenation with her family, thanks be to God. He even did his best not to make and ass of us, and we think he did a great job. Thanks, Nathan!
Don't Assume Bigger is Better! Jesus tells us that what God is doing is small, kind of like a mustard seed, or a grain of yeast, or a Church that meets in a barn on the side of the highway. We took really tiny pictures, of really tiny things.
...and they All Lived Happily Ever After! We wrap up our series of Theological Anthropology tonight. We finished all Pre-History of the Bible, where God and humanity were...kind of, dating? Now, God has decided to put a ring on it- that is, a circumcision. But it's nonetheless a Covenant! A Capital-C Covenant, like a marriage, where God promises to love Us, forever and ever and ever, for better or worse, in sickness and health, for richer or poorer. God and Us are done being Ross and Rachel, and we're ready to settle down and be a family. Thanks be to God.
Those genealogies, y'all. They're long, and the names throw us off (JoBob. JoBob? JoBob!). But somewhere in there, all those humans with those names decided to build a tower alllll the way to the heavens. Like the one our #churchfriends built, with those cups, maybe? But out of baked bricks, and all the way to the Heavens. It turns out, God decided humans should be scattered. Diverse, with many cultures, and many languages. Sometimes we use those genealogies, those lists of names of humans, to find identity in those multitudes of scattered cultures and languages. They're long, but they're important. They bring all of us back to God. Not all the same, but all important. Brought together not by a tower, or an ideology- not because we are alike- but because all are loved by God. Thanks be to God.