Pastor 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

Rescue Dogs

Matthew 6:25-34

[Jesus said,] “Therefore, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, or about your body, what you will wear. Look at the birds of the air, they neither sow, nor reap, nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly father feeds them. Of how much more value are you, than they? And can any of you, by worrying, add a single hour to your span of life?

“And why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow? They neither toil, nor spin, and yet, truly I tell you, even Solomon, in all of his glory, was not clothed like one of these. But if your heavenly father so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, how much more will he clothe you, you of little faith?

“So do not worry, saying, ‘What will we eat?’ or ‘What will we drink?’ or ‘What will we wear?’ For it is the Gentiles who strive after all of these things and indeed, your heavenly father knows that you need all of these things. But strive first for the kingdom of God and his righteousness and all these things will be give you as well.

“So do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring trouble of its own. Today’s trouble is enough for today.”


I love a good rescue dog story. You know the ones you see on social media vignettes where some wayward hound is living under a bridge or beneath a house – and has been for a while – chained to a tree or trapped in a hole until someone finds them, convinces them they are safe, carries them off in a blanket or lures them into a car with a leash to be shaved, de-loused, operated on, in some cases, socialized to tolerate people and other pets, and then re-homed with someone in suburbia who now lets them sleep on the bed, eat at the dining room table from fine china, and swim in the pool. If we were inside, I’d just share one of those videos and call it a sermon. I watch those things from start to finish, every time.

But that would be too easy. And I like a good dog rescue story, even more, where the dog does the rescuing. So I found a few to tell you about…

There’s a story about a man who slipped in the snow and ice in the winter wilderness of Michigan, and broke his neck. Laying there paralyzed, he just waited to freeze to death. But his golden retriever, Kelsey, stayed with him, laid on top of him for 19 hours, keeping him warm and barking incessantly until help arrived, long after her owner lost consciousness. And the man survived in the end.

Then there was a German Shepherd named Sako who survived a car accident that killed a handful of passengers, leaving his teenage owner alive, but wounded. Sako the dog took care of his boy for 40 hours by keeping him warm, leading him to water, and fighting off coyotes.

There’s another story about Major, a Labrador/Pitbull mix. His owner was a combat veteran who suffers from PTSD and he was having a seizure. Major – the dog – called 911 by stepping on his owner's iPhone. Thinking it was a prank or an accidental call, dispatchers repeatedly hung up, which forced Major, the service dog, to keep calling, over and over again, 10 times until someone showed up to save his dad.

And there’s the simple, sweet story of another Pitbull puppy (if nothing else, maybe we can redeem the reputations of Pitbulls if we tell more stories like these) who was adopted by another military veteran, also suffering from PTSD. When she found her new dad on the verge of suicide, sitting on the kitchen floor, holding a handgun, Cheyenne the puppy sat beside him, licked his ear, and made him laugh. It was enough to make him change his mind, and live another day.

So, back to this morning’s Gospel… Some people think it’s hard to follow Jesus when he says to love your enemy, to turn the other cheek, to love your neighbor as yourself, or – like we heard last week – to deny yourself, to take up your cross, and to follow him. But these days, today’s command to “NOT WORRY” ranks right up there with some of Jesus’ tallest orders, don’t you think?

“Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring troubles of its own. Today’s trouble is enough for today.”

No kidding, right? We have plenty to worry about these days – today, tomorrow, yesterday, whatever. I don’t care what day of the week Jesus pretends we can focus on at any particular moment. And I don’t have to list them all for you – our shared list of worries is as full as whatever list of concerns we carry all on our own.

And I’m not about to suggest that a puppy’s wet nose is enough to cure or cast out every one of those demons, all of our diseases, or every ounce of our despair. (I might bet on it – the power of the puppy, I mean, but I’d never promise such a thing.)

Because the truth is, Jesus doesn’t tell us not to worry “at all.” I think he knows us better than that. Jesus tells us not to worry about tomorrow, because there’s enough on our plate today – at any given moment – and tomorrow will come. Jesus just wants us to remember that God’s love is bigger than whatever today can bring, or tomorrow, or the next day, too. “Look at the birds of the air…”  “Consider the lilies of the field…” “If God feeds them…” “If God clothes them…” “If God cares for them…” How much more will God tend to each of us, in the end?

And all of this reminded me of something else I heard not long ago, that “Everyone who has a dog, believes theirs is the best. And everyone is right.”

“Everyone who has a dog – or a cat or a bird or a bearded dragon or whatever – believes that theirs is the best – dog or cat or bird or bearded dragon, or whatever. And everyone is right.”  

And I believe God is that way, too. The love and grace and mercy of God is so powerful that each of us, as far as the creator of the universe is concerned, is the best dog … the goodest boy … the sweetest girl … the most worthy, loveable, forgiven, valuable, worthwhile, treasured, prized, cherished child there is. Only God’s love is that deep. Only God’s grace is that mighty. Only God’s vision is that vast. Only God’s reach is that wide.

And if you brought a pet with you today – or if you’ve ever been lucky enough to have a pet like these – you know what that kind of unrestrained love and devotion and grace feels like.

So we bless our animals this morning as a reminder of their importance in our lives, as a celebration of God’s creation and of our place in the midst of it, and as an experience of grace – given and received – by the one who rescues and redeems us all, from whatever worries us most – always and forever – in Jesus Christ our Lord.

Amen