Faith

Free Lunch

John 6:24-35

When the crowd saw that neither Jesus nor his disciples were there, they themselves got into the boats and went to Capernaum looking for Jesus. When they found him on the other side of the sea, they said to him, “Rabbi, when did you come here?” Jesus answered them, “Very truly, I tell you, you are looking for me, not because you saw signs, but because you ate your fill of the loaves. Do not work for the food that perishes, but for the food that endures for eternal life, which the Son of Man will give you.

For it is on him that God the Father has set his seal.”

Then they said to him, “What must we do to perform the works of God?” Jesus answered them, “This is the work of God, that you believe in him whom he has sent.” So they said to him, “What sign are you going to give us then, so that we may see it and believe you? What work are you performing? Our ancestors ate the manna in the wilderness; as it is written, ‘He gave them bread from heaven to eat.’” Then Jesus said to them, “Very truly, I tell you, it was not Moses who gave you the bread from heaven, but it is my Father who gives you the true bread from heaven.

For the bread of God is that which comes down from heaven and gives life to the world.” They said to him, “Sir, give us this bread always.” Jesus said to them, “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never be hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.


There’s no such thing as a free lunch, at least that’s what we're told. But at a cafe just north of downtown Milwaukee, that’s not quite true. In Sherman Park, a predominantly black neighborhood that struggles severely with poverty and obesity, sits one of the best lunch spots in all of Cream City. Sandwiched between an adult novelty shop and an abandoned storefront, Christie Melby-Gibbons was rather intentional when she chose to open up Tricklebee Cafe back in 2015. She wanted to be in a community where access to fresh, healthy, and delicious meals was desperately needed.

When you walk in, the daily rotating menu is displayed on a hymn board. Then you order at the pulpit turned checkout counter. Next you grab a seat at one of the long pews and tables that fill the small space. Most of the ingredients are grown out back or rescued from local grocers.

And the food, all of which is vegan, really is delicious! It was the best tikka masala soup I’ve ever had. But what really sets Tricklebee Cafe apart is that lunch really is free, if you need it to be. It is a pay-what-you-can cafe.

They have a sign up front that explains the policy: “If your pockets are full, please give a bit more. If your pockets are light, pay what you can. And if your pockets are empty please eat and enjoy a delicious, healthy meal in exchange for 15-30 minutes of volunteer time. Thank you!”

Christie, the founder and a pastor in the moravian tradition, says on average there are two people who come in for a free meal each day. And then they will volunteer in all sorts of ways: do dishes, pick up and take out the trash, or even chop vegetables for tomorrow’s menu.

Most of the meals are prepared not by chefs, but by volunteers, who don the title passionate cook.

Mike Betette tells the story of how he found Tricklebee Cafe. He and his family left Los Angeles in 2016 for a new start in Milwaukee. But he didn’t have a job and had a hard time finding one. Walking his new neighborhood, the smell and noise of Trickleebee Cafe lured him in. It was an oasis of joy, according to Mike, because the place was full of genuine smiles, good deeds, and authentic, messy community. He loved the food, but money was tight. So he started washing food, serving, bussing tables, and meeting people. The cafe, both the food and the community, made Mike feel so much better. He attributes Tricklebee for helping get him and his family in a better place. Now, many years later, he returns to the cafe, pays more than his fair share,

not because he has to but because he’s had a taste of the food that doesn’t perish and wants others to have a taste, too.

By providing great food to anyone, regardless of their ability to pay, Tricklebee is doing a lot more than just feeding people. And that’s what Jesus was doing too when he fed that crowd of 5,000 people last week, but that truth was missed.

You see that same crowd that had their bellies full from a free lunch of fish and bread, woke up the next day feeling the familiar pains of hunger all over again. They began searching for Jesus and headed across the Sea of Galilee to Capernaum in hopes of finding him. When they did, the crowd asked Jesus, “when did you come here?” In other words, “we didn’t see you leave Jesus, are you avoiding us?”.

Jesus is skeptical of the crowd and their reasons for following him. Not answering their question, he says: “your reasons for searching and finding me are all wrong. You’ve done the right thing for the wrong reason. You’re hungry and you want another free lunch”. Can you blame the crowd? Who doesn’t love a free lunch? More than that, this crowd knew Jesus had healed people who were sick; meaning he can cure and feed. What more would they need in life?

And does it matter why the crowd was following Jesus, or just that they were following him?

Apparently, motive matters for Jesus. So he tells the crowd, “don’t work for food that will leave you hungry. Work for the food that will satisfy you forever.” Now that has piqued the crowd's interest, it sounds almost too good to be true. Food that always last, that always satisfies? It’s like a free lunch everyday, better, even! Tell us, Jesus, what must we do to get this bread.

Tell us what to do Jesus and we will do it, whatever it is. And then Jesus says “This is the work of God, that you believe in him whom he has sent”. The work is to have faith.

And that’s about the last thing the crowd (or you and I) want to hear. Because it would be much easier, much more certain if Jesus just told the crowd what to do to earn faith. Or how much faith was going to cost. Everything has a price, no lunch is free right? So just tell us what to do Jesus and we’ll do it, that’s what the crowd says.

But Jesus doesn’t, because that’s not how faith works. It’s not something you can earn. You cannot make yourself have faith, as much as we would like. Luther puts it this way “I cannot by my own reason or strength believe, have faith in Jesus Christ, my Lord”. Look at the crowd.

Just yesterday, they were fed from a few loaves and two fish. And even after that, they demanded Jesus perform another miracle, give out more free lunches, because maybe then they’d have faith.

But faith isn’t a work you do or a miracle you see. Faith is trust; trusting that Jesus is who he says he is (the bread of life) and does what he says he does (satisfies our deepest hunger and gives life to the world). Faith holds on to those promises as if your life depends on it, because it does. Which is why God doesn’t leave it up to us.

Faith comes to us, is given to us by the Holy Spirit as a gift. Completely free. Much like a meal at Tricklebee Cafe. Someone else did all the work and you are handed a delicious meal that nourishes more than your body. But you might say, “well people are encouraged to at least volunteer, they have to give something for that meal!” So too it must be with faith, we have to do something for the grace we receive. We have to love God and love our neighbor right? Well how’s that going for you…?

And if not that, then we have to pray the right prayer. But I think that’s all backwards. We love God, we love our neighbors, we pray, we come to worship because of the faith that’s been given us. Not the other way around.

It’s like the meal that someone gets at Tricklebee is so good, so delicious, so transformative that they want to give of their time and money. In fact, just like Mike, they want to do all they can (serve, do dishes, clean floors, pay extra) so that others experience the life changing meal they had. That, to me, is how faith works.

These promises, these experiences of love and grace are so wonderful, so life changing, that we do all we can to share them with others, giving thanks to God who makes it all happen.

And if you feel like you need more of that in your life, more faith I mean. If you have came here this morning with a hunger for hope that you can’t seem to find in the world; If you are famished for forgiveness, if you are starved of spiritual sustenance, then do we have the meal for you right here at this table. The bread of life, broken and blessed, for you and for the sake of the world.

So come and eat. Lunch is free.

Amen




Storm Stories

Mark 4:35-41

On that day, when evening had come, he said to them, ‘Let us go across to the other side. And leaving the crowd behind, they took him with them in the boat, just as he was. Other boats were with him.

A great gale arose, and the waves beat into the boat, so that the boat was already being swamped. But he was in the stern, asleep on the cushion; and they woke him up and said to him, ‘Teacher, do you not care that we are perishing?’ He woke up and rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, ‘Peace! Be still!’ Then the wind ceased, and there was a dead calm.

He said to them, ‘Why are you afraid? Have you still no faith?’ And they were filled with great awe and said to one another, ‘Who then is this, that even the wind and the sea obey him?’


We all have a storm story. Here’s mine. Several years ago, Katelyn and I went camping in upstate New York. We were most excited about renting a boat and fishing on this small lake. And here’s us in our boat, just as we began fishing. Now it wasn’t big, just a simple row boat. Which means I rowed and Katelyn fished. And Katelyn is a really good fisherman but not so good at taking the fish off. So by the time I got us to a good spot, she would have already caught multiple fish, which I had to remove.

I rarely had a chance to toss out my own line before moving to another spot. Finally we got to a spot on the far side of the lake where we had our anchor down, bait on the hooks, lines out, and ready to reel 'em in. Then, the wind kicks up and dark clouds start moving in. We hear thunder and its pretty close. So we both agree we should make our way back across the lake to the docks. We reeled in our lines and I started rowing. I rowed for maybe 15 minutes, but I wasn’t getting very far.

The wind is really picking up now and those clouds were nearly on top of us. So I rowed harder and harder, but with each stroke forward, I felt like the wind picked up just a little bit faster, pushing us backward. At this point we are only half way across the lake and the heavens could rip open at any moment.

Both of us are scared, I’m tired from rowing as fast as I can, and rain is starting to collect in our boat. I started rowing like a mad man against the wind, cursing at the paddles and this boat for not going faster, when Katelyn said to me “just take a break for a second and catch you breath.

So, I said to her “okay, put the anchor down so we don’t drift backward”... and then it dawned on us: the anchor was down the whole time. I had drug this cement filled coffee can clear across this whole lake. When I pulled it up, 10 pounds of seaweed covered the can. I was outraged at the situation: the rain, the boat, the anchor! Katelyn, though, was beside herself in laughter, nearly in tears at how funny it all was. I rowed us to the dock and we made it to the car just as the hail began.

Katelyn has always been good humored, able to laugh at herself and situations outside her control. I get frustrated, impatient with the wind and waves that arise in life. Our literal storm experience mirrored our lived experience. There’s nothing like a storm to teach you about the people who are in your boat, yourself included.

At first, Jesus doesn’t seem to be the person you want in your boat when the storm hits. He’s been preaching and teaching all day, using the same boat as a pulpit. So I’m not surprised at all that he’s sleeping on a cushion at the front of the boat.When the wind kicks up and the waves start crashing, the disciples seem more than a little frustrated that Jesus isn’t acting like a concerned friend, let alone a messiah.

But I don’t blame them for being scared and perhaps angry. It must have been a pretty bad storm if at least four, maybe more, professional fishermen who had spent a lifetime fishing and sailing on that lake were scared to death. They knew the dangers of the sea of galilee, especially at night. I imagine they warned Jesus of such things before they left the shore. No wonder they yelled at Jesus, do you not care that we are perishing?

Do you not care that we are perishing? Is there anyone who hasn’t yelled that question at Jesus? If there was ever a shared sentiment between us and the disciples, it's that question.

It’s a sense of abandonment. It’s feeling like you are drowning and God is nowhere to be found, panicking that your boat of life is taking on water and Jesus is asleep at the stern and for whatever reason you can’t rouse him no matter how hard you cry or pray. You are not alone in feeling that way.

We all have a storm story: the doctor giving a diagnosis you never wanted to hear, the day after a beloved’s funeral, your child telling you her marriage is over, the accident you never saw coming. Like the fishermen, we know the damage they can do. So don’t feel bad for yelling at Jesus. So much in the Hebrew Bible is the Psalmist or a prophet lamenting over the same thing.

As Nadia Bolz Weber puts it, it’s no sin to hold God’s feet to the fire and ask, “Why have you abandoned me?”

To the disciple’s great relief, Jesus wakes from his nap and, with three words, he makes the wind stop and a great calm come over the waters. He turns to the disciples and has the audacity to ask, “why are you afraid?” As if taking on water in a shambly first century boat wasn’t reason enough. But then Jesus asks a harder question, “Have you still no faith…”

In other words, don’t you trust me yet? I think the fear Jesus can get over. It’s human, innate to fear. But to show no measure of trust, that’s what Jesus seems disappointed at. Because by this time in Mark’s story, the disciples have spent some good time with Jesus. They have witnessed him doing some pretty miraculous things: casting out unclean spirits, restoring a withered hand, healing a leper, and mending the health of one of their own mothers. They’ve heard his teaching; heard others call him the Son of God, yet how quickly they seem to forget all of that.

In the Psalms, the psalmist writes about how God commands the sea to storm and to cease.

The disciples, or at least the first hearers of Mark’s gospel, would have known that only God has power over the waters. In controlling the winds and the waves, Jesus shows them once again who he is, he is the Son of God, the savior, fully divine living among them.

It took a storm for them to see again who Jesus was. And really the disciples still don’t see it or really get it. All throughout Mark, they constantly get it wrong about who Jesus is and what he’s there to do. But could we not say the same thing about ourselves? Have we not been witnesses to some pretty miraculous things? Have we not been in a boat taking on water and yet somehow arrived safely to the other side?

Faith is having trust in the savior who is right there, in the boat with you. We will be fearful of the storms that come up in life, but faith is choosing to trust Jesus in the moment in spite of the storm.

Notice that disciples didn’t have glass waters to sail across. Even though Jesus was in the boat with them, the storm still came. Bad, hard, even terrible things happen in this life. And people will try to say that if you just prayed enough, or had enough faith, or had the right kind of faith, then these things wouldn’t happen. That, friends, is a lie. Having faith is no guarantee or promise that storms won’t arise. The promise is that Jesus is in there with you.

And look I get that there are still all sorts of questions: why doesn’t Jesus stop the storms from happening in the first place? Why are some storms just so bad? And if God controls the waters, who's responsible for the storm? We could try to answer all these, and many have, but that gives no comfort or relief to someone who feels like they're perishing. Instead, sit beside them when the wind kicks up and the waves crash and let Jesus show you who he is once again.

Because there’s nothing like a storm to teach you about the people who are in your boat, Jesus included.

Amen.