Gospel of Mark

Roots of Grace

Mark 9:38-50

John said to [Jesus], “Teacher, we saw someone casting out demons in your name and we tried to stop him, because he wasn’t following us.” Jesus said to him, “Do not stop him; for no one who does a deed of power in my name will be able soon afterward to speak evil of me. Whoever is not against us is for us. For truly I tell you, whoever gives you a cup of water to drink because you bear the name of Christ will by no means lose the reward.”

“If any of you put a stumbling block before one of these little ones who believe in me, it would be better for you if a great millstone were hung around your neck and you were thrown into the sea. If your hand causes you to stumble, cut it off; it is better for you to enter life maimed than to have two hands and to go to hell, to the unquenchable fire. And if your foot causes you to stumble, cut it off; it is better for you to enter life lame than to have two feet and to be thrown into hell. And if your eye causes you to stumble, tear it out; it is better for you to enter the kingdom of God with one eye than to have two eyes and to be thrown into hell, where their worm never dies, and the fire is never quenched.

“For everyone will be salted with fire. Salt is good; but if salt has lost its flavor, how can it be seasoned? Have salt in yourselves and be at peace with one another.”


First of all, let’s talk about this limb-lopping, eye-gouging stuff. I don’t want to spend my whole sermon on it – I’ve done that before – but can’t just leave it alone, either. This is always just a good reminder that we get to read Scripture LITERATELY not LITERALLY. In other words, no one in their right mind would argue that Jesus means for us to cut off our hands or remove our feet or pluck out our eyes. It’s nothing more and nothing less than attention-getting rhetoric – and it works. So, if we don’t have to take this bit of Scripture LITERALLY, it’s okay to wonder about the rest of Scripture that way, too. Let that be our in-worship Bible study and now, onto what I really want to talk about…

I did church differently yesterday afternoon, up in Noblesville, with our friends at Roots of Life and Pastor Teri Ditslear. (For those of you who don’t know – Pastor Teri was called to Cross of Grace years ago, before beginning to develop a new congregation up in Noblesville, which we support with a percentage of our Building Fund offerings every month.) Well, Pastor Teri was installed, finally, as their Pastor, even though she’s been their Pastor for about eight years at this point. It takes a while when you have to follow the rules … and the steps … and jump through the hoops and meet all of the expectations of the larger Church. And the funny, faithful thing about Pastor Teri and Roots of Life is that they aren’t big on rules or steps or jumping through hoops – and I love that about her and what their up to there.

See, when I say I “did church differently,” I mean we were outside at a place called Stony Creek Farms – acres and acres of beautiful property that looks more like a movie set than a church property, with an old barn or two, an old house that looks like it might be haunted, something like a greenhouse where the food was served and where I changed into my robe for worship, and a blue and white striped awning under which we worshiped. This is where Roots of Life calls home these days, where they gather for worship, and where they do so much that looks differently from what you and I are used to.

Like, they call themselves Roots of Life “Community,” more than they do call themselves a church, it seems to me. They’re into this new “wild church” thing, too, where they more deliberately connect with and care for creation and nature and where they work for environmental and social justice, just like we’re all called to do. The music yesterday was all bluegrass – a guitar, a bass, a banjo, I think – and songs you wouldn’t find in a hymnal or hear, even, on Christian radio.

And they tweaked the Lord’s Prayer. They said an alternative Affirmation of Faith, rather than one of the traditional creeds. And they gave away grape jelly to guests – grape jelly which they use one Sunday a year as a way to share the sacrament of Holy Communion in worship, instead of wine or juice. It’s enough to make the liturgical police or the religious purists or a modern day Pharisee or John in this morning’s Gospel lose their ever-loving minds.

(Oh, and every start-time at Roots of Life is “ish.” Sunday morning worship begins at 9:30-“ish.” Yesterday started at 4-“ish.” Honestly, I’m wired to struggle more with the “ish”-factor than I am with their Lord’s Prayer or their use of grape jelly for communion.)

Which is why all of it had me thinking about this morning’s Gospel.

See, there are plenty of church people who might think about Pastor Teri and Roots of Life the way John thought about whoever he saw casting out demons in Jesus’ name. John, and the other disciples, tried to stop whoever that was, remember, because “he wasn’t following us,” as John put it. In other words, maybe, “he wasn’t doing it like you would do it, Jesus.” “He wasn’t doing it like you taught us to do it, Jesus.” “He wasn’t following the rules… meeting our expectations… jumping through all of those hoops.”

But Jesus’ instruction couldn’t be clearer: “Don’t stop him." “Whoever is not against us, is for us.” And don’t be a stumbling block, you knuckleheads. Do not – for any reason whatsoever – get in the way of these little ones who believe in me. I’d sooner see you throw yourselves into the sea with a giant millstone around your neck. (There’s more of that hyperbole and exaggeration for you.)

In other words, grace at all costs. Mercy at all costs. Forgiveness at all costs. Love at all costs.

All of this to say, while Roots of Life is cut from the same cloth as Cross of Grace – and Pastor Teri was very deliberate about extending gratitude for the ways we have shared in partnership with them over the years – we do things differently, in our own unique, equally meaningful ways, too. There are plenty of people who would and have taken issue with some of what we do around here, just the same. Neither one is better or worse than the other, necessarily. Just different.

Which is what I think Jesus means when he talks about having salt in ourselves. I think he means that salt is just salt. It just has its flavor – it just tastes like salt – as God created it to taste. And there’s no way to restore that once it’s gone – except maybe by adding more salt.

Roots of Life is just Roots of Life. Cross of Grace is just Cross of Grace. And you are just you. I’m just me. We’re just as unique and special and sacred as God has created and called and blessed us to be. And when we can acknowledge that about ourselves – and celebrate that for ourselves – we can expect and accept and celebrate the same from others, too.

When Jesus says, “have salt in yourselves,” I think he’s saying, “you do you, people of God.” And I can’t know where each of you might be with that – discerning what your salt is; what makes you, you; what matters most for where you’re at these days or where you want to be. I just know that God already and always loves and blesses the salt that gives your life its most unique, authentic, holy, baptized kind of flavor and that God wants more of that for you and from you in this world.

Where our life together at Cross of Grace, as part of God’s church in the world is concerned – and for the partnership we share with places like Roots of Life and Zanmi Fondwa, and Wernle Children’s Home and more in our community – I’m reminded of what matters most these days – of our salt and where we get our flavor, I mean. And that is our call to share grace at all costs, to be generous to a fault, to love radically, with no strings attached – and to help others do the same – so that we can live at peace with, and in support of, the many and various ways God calls us to follow Jesus, to be God’s people, and to do it all for the sake of the world.

Amen

Who Do You Say that I Am?

Mark 8:27-38

Jesus went on with his disciples to the villages of Caesarea Philippi; and on the way he asked them, “Who do people say that I am?” And they answered him, “John the Baptist; and others Elijah; and still others, one of the prophets.” He asked them, “But who do you say that I am?” Peter answered him, “You are the Messiah.” And he sternly ordered them not to tell anyone about him.

Then he began to teach them that the Son of Man must undergo great suffering and be rejected by the elders and the chief priests and the scribes and be killed, and after three days rise again. He said all this quite openly. And Peter took him aside and began to rebuke him. But turning and looking at his disciples, he rebuked Peter, saying, “Get behind me, Satan!  For you are setting your mind not on divine things, but on human things.”

He called the crowd with his disciples, and said to them, “If any want to become my disciples, let them deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me. For those who want to save their life will lose it, and those who lose their life for my sake, and for the sake of the gospel, will save it. For what will it profit them if they gain the whole world and forfeit their life? Indeed, what can anyone give in return for their life? Those who are ashamed of me and of my words in this adulterous and sinful generation, of them the Son of Man will also be ashamed when he comes in the glory of his Father with the holy angels.”


I didn’t have too much time yesterday to wonder about and wallow in my memories of 9/11 on the twentieth anniversary of that tragic, life-changing, earth-shattering, world-turning day. But I did see Bruce Springsteen sing in New York in the morning. And I caught a replay of George W. Bush’s speech at the memorial in Shanksville, Pennsylvania, which is very much worth 10 minutes of your time, if you can find it. I watched the replay of that 9/11 documentary that has become a perennial staple of the day’s anniversary, too.

But one of the most moving, tear-jerking, heart-breaking recollections from that day, which showed up in my Facebook feed more than once, was the transcript of Todd Beamer’s call for help from the back of the plane, as a passenger on United Airlines Flight 93.

Todd Beamer, a 32 year-old computer software executive, snuck into the plane’s back pantry while the hijackers were perpetrating their evil in the cock-pit and near the front of the plane. And that’s where he called for help and information about what was going on.

The short of the long is that Todd Beamer, along with Jeremy Glick, Mark Bingham, Tom Burnett and a handful of other passengers, were the ones who learned that they were on a hijacked plane, probably headed for Washington, D.C., to be crashed into the Capitol Building or the White House. After telling the operator what had happened on his plane, and learning from her what had already gone down at the World Trade Centers in New York and at the Pentagon, in D.C., Todd gave the operator his home number, told her about his wife and kids – that he had two boys and a baby on the way – and asked her to call them so they would know how much he loved them and how proud he was of them all.

Of course, he wanted them to know this because of the plan he and the others had hatched to overtake the hijackers and crash the plane before it could make it to D.C. And we know how that story of heroism, sacrifice, love, and bravery ends.

Which is why it seems relevant and meaningful on this weekend, in particular, and in connection to this morning’s Gospel.

During what feels like some sort of field trip to Caesarea Philippi, Jesus asks his disciples, his most devoted followers, “Who do people say that I am?” “What’s the word on the street?” “What’s the news around town?” And Jesus wants – not only to ask the question – but to have a serious conversation about the answers, too.

And the answers he receives are all over the place. Some were saying Elijah. Others thought he might be John the Baptist. Others were guessing Jesus was just another prophet, like the ones they’d read about in Scripture. But none of that really mattered so much, it seems. Jesus doesn’t seem to be all that surprised by what the rest of the world was saying. He doesn’t seem to dwell for very long on the fact that so many were getting it so wrong when it came to understanding who he was.

None of that really seems to concern Jesus at the moment. What seems to matter most – what’s really at the heart of his questioning comes when he says – in the midst of all the world’s speculation, in spite of all the misconceptions about his identity – “But, who do you say that I am?” 

And it’s the question Jesus asks us still.

“Who do you say that I am?” Not your neighbor. Not your children. Not your Pastor. Not your husband, your wife, your boss or that sinner down the street. But who do you say that I am? Jesus wants to know. Who do you say God is in the midst of everything that competes for your attention and time and worship on a day-to-day basis in this life?

Who do you say that God is at Cross of Grace Lutheran Church – and why do you choose to come here to look for answers to that question?

Who do you say that God is at work or in school? And how does that show up, through you, in those places?

Who do you say that God is with your checkbook, your credit cards, your investments? And how do those things reflect your answer?

Who do you say that God is where your family is concerned – to your kids, to your parents? And do they know how you might answer that question?

See, the question isn’t just “Who do you say that I am?”  It’s “Who do you say that I am – and where are your priorities? Who do you say that I am and what does that look like in your daily life? Where do you devote most of your time? Where do you invest your greatest energy, your deepest hope, your most significant resources? Who do you say that I am and what difference does that make for you and for the world around you?

When we consider Jesus’ question, “Who do you say that I am?”, he means for our answer, something like Peter’s – that he is the Messiah, the son of the living God – to change the way we experience life and impact this world. When we know Jesus as the one who lived and died and lives again, we can forgive and receive forgiveness with abundance. When Jesus is the Messiah, we can share love more generously. When Jesus is the living God, come down live, move, breathe, suffer, die, and be raised for our sake and for the sake of the world, we can put our most shameful sins and our deepest hopes and our greatest fears into God’s lap and live, move and breathe differently because of it, ourselves.

On September 11, 2001, before Todd Beamer got off the phone with that operator from the doomed United Airlines Flight 93, he asked Lisa, the operator who happened to have the same name as his wife, if she’d do one last thing with him … could they pray together? And so they did – The Lord’s Prayer and the 23rd Psalm. In that moment of sheer terror and uncertainty, just before those most heroic acts of bravery, courage, sacrifice, and love, he set his heart and mind on some divine things in the midst of an utterly human tragedy, and he answered Jesus’ question, it seems to me…

Who do you say that I am? “Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.”

Who do you say that I am? Giver of daily bread… forgiver of trespasses… deliverer from evil…

Who do you say that I am? The Lord is my shepherd…

Who do you say that I am? You make me lie down in green pastures… you lead me beside still waters… you restore my soul…

Who do you say that I am? Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for you are with me…

Who do you say that I am? Your rod and your staff they comfort me…

Who do you say that I am? You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies…

Who do you say that I am? You anoint my head with oil, my cup overflows…

Who do you say that I am? Your goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life…

Amen