Reformation Series: Praying & Breathing – Matthew 7:7-11

Matthew 7:7-11

“Ask, and it will be given you; search, and you will find; knock, and the door will be opened for you. For everyone who asks receives, and everyone who searches finds, and for everyone who knocks, the door will be opened. Is there anyone among you who, if your child asks for bread, will give a stone? Or if the child asks for a fish, will give a snake? If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good things to those who ask him!


Here’s my pitch for an infomercial:

What if I told you that scientific research has proven there is something that can boost your brainpower in the areas responsible for willpower, focus, compassion, empathy, love, and language. You could have lower stress and blood pressure and find it more difficult to get angry.

Let me tell you friends, all of this can be yours for the low low price of praying and meditating on a loving God for just five minutes a day, six days a week. That’s only thirty minutes a week. 

But wait, there’s more! Bump your prayer and meditation upwards of thirty minutes a day and you get all that, plus we’ll throw in even more scientifically verified proof that you will see effects of depression mitigated. 

But beware of imitations and counterfeits. While praying and meditating on a loving God will give you all these benefits; spending the same time praying and meditating on a wrathful angry God will give you increased anger, stress, and reduce your ability to think analytically and logically.

After many weeks of prayer and meditation on a loving God, you will become a more empathetic, forgiving, and trusting person. If you are not completely satisfied with the results of your prayers; you can stop anytime and replace that time with binge-watching Netflix or wandering around in social media world – two activities research has proven have incredibly damaging effects on our emotional well-being.  

The choice is yours. Don’t delay. This offer won’t be around forever. Well, that’s not true…it will be around forever; but why wait?

Maybe you're skeptical. Where’s the proof you ask? Just ask around. People have been doing this for literally thousands of years. If you want some solid data to support these stories, check out the book How God Changes Your Brain by Andrew Newberg, MD.  (Also, check out this link)

 
Still skeptical? Take it from me. You see, I’m not just a salesman for Prayer, Inc. I’m also a member. I too was skeptical once. But I eventually started to develop a prayer life. It wasn’t always easy or straightforward, but after a while it became a part of my daily routine and a way of looking at and interacting with the world. I believe it helps me align with the creator God and appreciate the unity of all things. 

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Sorry that was probably as uncomfortable for you as it was for me. I’ve never been much of a salesman. But I figure if I can’t peddle a product that doesn’t cost anything and is that important, then I’m probably in the wrong business.

Prayer is beneficial. This is not just a foundational tenant of faith, but a scientific consensus. Prayer, along with reading and physical exercise are three of the primary ways one can maintain a healthy brain.

Prayer is beneficial, but we could all use some help regarding the how and why of prayer. So let’s start at the beginning.

Perhaps the most important part of every prayer is the pause and the silence and the breath that precedes our words.

I remember watching my sons come into the world. In the case of my firstborn, I had not been told that the baby doesn’t immediately scream like they do on TV. Of all the emotions and thoughts running through my head in those seconds when I saw Nolan’s body for the first time, I remember being concerned that he wasn’t breathing. With the benefit of hindsight I can now appreciate those first seconds of his life as a pause – a moment when an entire universe of possibility was getting set to be unleashed. 

The pause is pregnant with possibility based on nothing but hope that the breath will come. 

I watched intently and then saw the flicker of the inflating lungs. And out of the mouth of a babe came the roar of life that brought tears to our eyes and smiles to our lips. It was a roar of life announcing the sacredness of life, the bond of love, and the limitless potential of creature and creator.

The pause before the prayer is the silence before the scream that announces we are a part of this world of limitless possibility.

If the breath doesn’t come, death is inevitable. The tragedy of death is both in the end of a relationship as well as the end of possibility. Therefore, each prayer, each breath, is an invitation to live into relationship and possibility. Each prayer acknowledges that the breath of God still courses through our bodies, giving us life and hope. 

Think of the role prayer plays in your life. How do you pray? Where do you pray? When do you pray? How were you taught to pray? How comfortable and confident are you with your prayer practice?

Prayer can take many forms. The book One Hope: Re-Membering the Body of Christ, which we are using to frame this month’s sermon series, breaks down the following types of prayer:
– individual / communal
– words / silence
– intercession / thanksgiving

Beyond the simplistic definition of praying by one’s self or among a group of people, the categories of individual and communal prayers is a false dichotomy. All prayer in uniquely individual and yet points us towards unity with God and our neighbor.

Regardless of the style of, or intent behind, one’s prayer, our first move after the pause, after the breath, is a move inward to self-reflection and self-inspection. Recall what we do when we participate in the liturgy of confession and forgiveness. We look at our role in the situation for which we are praying, confess our negative roles, and trust that God will use us in ways to bring life, healing, forgiveness, and love. 

A personal prayer of thanksgiving begins with an acknowledgment that every gift in our lives is unmerited and has no strings attached; and so, we are profoundly grateful. 

A prayer of petition or intercession for someone else also begins with acknowledging our role in the triad relationship between the prayer, the Lord, and the one being prayed for. 

In other words, if we pray for God to heal someone but we are not affected, inspired, or moved to act in a more loving and gracious way towards that person, then we have removed the proverbial third leg from the stool.

I believe this could be what is at the heart of the frustration you might have noticed this week about people offering their “thoughts and prayers” to the people murdered and otherwise horrendously impacted by the mass shooting in Las Vegas. The verbiage of “thoughts and prayers” has almost lost its meaning in our culture. It is now understood as a culturally appropriate idiom devoid of much meaning; much like “How are you?” (it is polite, but not necessarily an invitation to deeper conversation). 

How often has every one of us said something like “my thoughts and prayers are with you,” but even if we remember to pray for that person or that situation, we often fail to go deep enough in the prayer to identify our role in the situation. 

It’s like we put our prayers on a prayer train and wave goodbye as we watch our prayers disappear down the track, trusting they’ll end up in God’s capable hands. The problem is that we are supposed to get on board the prayer train! Otherwise, the prayer then skips past the first stop of self-reflection and goes right to the part about asking God to make everything better, preferably without our needing to address the situation in any meaningful way.

Again, back to science. While science proves the health benefits of a robust prayer life, I’m sorry to say it offers no proof as to the demonstrative benefit of intercessory prayer. Study after study fail to prove any difference between people who are being prayed for and people who are not. (Link to sources).

I don’t think this information is proof that prayer doesn’t work; rather, I think it proves that we have some work to do. 

I wish I could stand here and recount for you a personal experience that demonstrates the miraculous power of intercessory prayer. But I’m not aware of one. 

I know many people who do have stories of miraculous healing after being prayed for. I celebrate these stories and do not discount them. But I also know that I’ve prayed for recovery and healing for many dying people in my time as a pastor, and each one of them has died. I’m batting zero. A swing and a miss, every single time. 

I’ve never managed to bend God’s ear or God’s arm to make something happen that I thought needed to happen.

And yet, to say God hasn’t intervened in my life is the most absurd statement I could make. To say God hasn’t intervened in my life is to make me the God of my own tiny universe. It assumes I am the rightful earner, ruler, and owner of everything in my life, which limits prayer’s effectiveness because it makes me both the subject of my prayer as well as my own God.

Which get us back to the idea that it is not the outcome of the prayer, rather, it is the alignment to unity with God and the person for whom you are praying that matters.

How would things be different if every time we said “I’ll pray for you” we understood that doing so would fundamentally change us in some meaningful, even if painful, way. I think it would be glorious.

Prayer calls us “to deeper awareness of the way that God’s Spirit is as near to us as our own breath, continually at work in our lives and in the world around us” (p. 23, One Hope). So consider this an invitation to pray in a way that you are letting go of control and opening yourself to the possibilities that only God can supply. 

Amen.


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Reformation Series: Eating & Drinking – Matthew 26:26-29

Matthew 26:26-29

While they were eating, Jesus took a loaf of bread, and after blessing it he broke it, gave it to the disciples, and said, “Take, eat; this is my body.” Then he took a cup, and after giving thanks he gave it to them, saying, “Drink from it, all of you; for this is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins. I tell you, I will never again drink of this fruit of the vine until that day when I drink it new with you in my Father’s kingdom.”


As a way to kick off a sermon series we hope will prepare us to celebrate the 500th anniversary of the Protestant Reformation on Reformation Sunday, at the end of the month, even more deliberately than we’re used to in Lutheran circles, Pastor Aaron and I are working on some messages we hope will not only lift up what we think is special and unique and faithful about Lutherans, but that will also lift up and celebrate and call attention to the common ground we share with other flavors of Christians in the world these days, from whence Luther’s Reformation came in the first place.

We are letting this book “One Hope” guide and inspire what we’re up to – a book some of you spent some time with a year or so ago, in discussions led by Bernie Augenstein – and we’re beginning today with the theme of “Eating and Drinking,” which of course is meant to have us consider the place of Holy Communion, not just in our life together, but in the life of God’s church in the world, too. (Today happens to be “World Communion Sunday,” which seems like some kind of a holy accident or coincidence or something, because that wasn’t on our minds when we planned things.)

So … “eating and drinking” … makes me wonder, what’s your favorite meal? The best food you’ve ever eaten? Consider your favorite restaurant, maybe, and what you like best about eating there.

Rather than pass the microphone around – though I did consider it – I’ll tell you about a few of my favorite foods, meals, restaurants and whatnot. A few things come right to mind when I ask myself those questions. I think of Mama’s Fish House, by the ocean, on the beach, in Maui … Hawaii – a place recommended to Christa and me by several people as we were planning the last leg of my sabbatical a few years ago. It lived up to all the hype, in every way: the freshest seafood, caught by local fishermen who get credit in the menu for their work, and, of course, all the palm trees and ocean breezes you can admire while you eat.

I think about my favorite pizza place in Columbus, Ohio – Plank’s Bier Garden – in German Village. Half-priced pizza every Tuesday, and a patio full of picnic tables big enough to make room for whoever shows up made it the go-to hangout for me and my friends ever since we discovered it my freshman year. I even convinced Christa to have our wedding rehearsal dinner there – which was no small feat.

But one of my favorite meals ever, came as a total surprise to me. It happened exactly a year ago this week, actually.

Some of you might remember that I went on a hunting trip with Matt Moore (who some of you also know), my father, and some of his friends, at my cousin’s hunting resort in northern Minnesota.

Anyway, many of you know a hunting resort geared toward and designed for the express purpose of shooting to kill specific kinds of particularly beautiful birds – grouse and woodcock, in this case – is not a place you’d expect to find me. I don’t own a gun – and have no desire to. I prefer to see birds fly through the air, rather than watch them fall dead from the sky. And I haven’t eaten meat in any significant way, since sometime in 2009.

So, knowing that the point of our time at the resort was to shoot, kill and then eat these birds – which would be prepared by a professional, gourmet chef each day and night – in the company of other hunters, some of whom were there to kill not just birds but bears and deer and God-knows-what-else…you might imagine my dilemma.

I planned ahead and packed enough granola bars to sustain me over the course of my three days away, just in case, and I asked my friend and my father not to make a big deal about my meat-free diet or my bleeding heart to my cousin, to the chef, or to Paul Bunyan, Grizzly Adams, and whoever else might show up in the lodge at meal time each day. The last thing I wanted was to be the butt of all the jokes around the fire each night, or to be a pain in the butt for the chef, in charge of making all the guests happy. (Pineridge is called a “resort” for a reason. From what little I know about it, it’s as swanky as a hunting camp can or should be, as far as most people are concerned.)

Anyway, when Kevin – the chef – noticed, or was told (I can’t remember which) that I only ate potatoes and asparagus that first night, he made a point to ask me about it, privately, later, when we were out of earshot of the other guests – like we were inmates discussing the smuggle of contraband into the prison commissary, or something. Despite my request that he not bother, that he not go out of his way, that he not make a big deal about it, that he not make any special concessions or any more work for himself, on my behalf, that I knew what I was getting into when I signed up for this, that I could live on side-dishes and salads for a couple of days, just fine…he assured me he would take care of me.

And the next night at dinner, he set down before me the most beautiful and delicious, gourmet vegetarian meal I have eaten to this day. Kevin made a special trip into town that morning – which is no small commute, through the woods and back roads of northern Minnesota, remember – and grilled a squash of some kind, like the rest of you would prepare a pork chop or a T-bone steak.

And as he explained what he had done and how he had prepared everything that was on my plate, he said that he knew a thing or two about cooking for a vegetarian because he had learned to do so by cooking for a good friend of his back home in Iowa. And he told me that it was his job and his pleasure to make my experience at the camp as fun and as full and as meaningful as everyone else’s. And he also explained how he didn’t just do it for me, that he made the same meal for himself that night and looked forward to enjoying it right along with me. It was like a subtle, secret, sacred show of solidarity or something.

Like I said, the food was delicious. But all of it was a most beautiful expression of Kevin’s duty and delight coming together to share kindness and generosity and hospitality and graciousness in a way that filled me – in every way – not unlike what we are meant to share and to receive when we gather around the table of Holy Communion to eat and drink as we do in this place.

It’s a little awkward that “eating and drinking” is our first theme for these days when we’re trying to lift up and to celebrate the common ground we share with others – especially our Roman Catholic friends and family in Christ. It’s awkward because we still haven’t been able to find the common ground we wish we could around the table of the sacrament.

But think again about your favorite foods, your favorite meals, your favorite restaurant, whatever. I imagine, even if your favorite restaurant became your favorite restaurant solely because of the menu, that you don’t go there alone very often and that you’ve made it a point to introduce it to a friend or two over the years, right? And think about Kevin, my favorite chef, in Minnesota.

Our call – our duty and our joy – is to keep setting the table in hope, with courage, and by faith that at this table we share the body and blood of our salvation in Jesus Christ, and that that is bigger than the signs that hang outside of our church buildings, and all the other ways we concoct to keep us sitting at different tables. And when we share that kind of meal, we are filled up – in every way – with kindness and generosity and hospitality and grace. And we will use it all to invite and to share that same sort of kindness and generosity and hospitality and grace with whoever shows up to receive it along with us.

Amen