Gospel of Matthew

Ash Wednesday

Matthew 6:1-6, 16-21

"Beware of practicing your piety before others in order to be seen by them; for then you have no reward from your Father in heaven. "So whenever you give alms, do not sound a trumpet before you, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, so that they may be praised by others. Truly I tell you, they have received their reward. But when you give alms, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, so that your alms may be done in secret; and your Father who sees in secret will reward you.

"And whenever you pray, do not be like the hypocrites; for they love to stand and pray in the synagogues and at the street corners, so that they may be seen by others. Truly I tell you, they have received their reward. But whenever you pray, go into your room and shut the door and pray to your Father who is in secret; and your Father who sees in secret will reward you.

"And whenever you fast, do not look dismal, like the hypocrites, for they disfigure their faces so as to show others that they are fasting. Truly I tell you, they have received their reward. But when you fast, put oil on your head and wash your face, so that your fasting may be seen not by others but by your Father who is in secret; and your Father who sees in secret will reward you.

"Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust consume and where thieves break in and steal; but store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust consumes and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”


To begin my message this evening I will share a poem by Jan Richardson titled, “Blessing the Dust.”*

All those days
you felt like dust,
like dirt,
as if all you had to do
was turn your face
toward the wind
and be scattered
to the four corners

or swept away
by the smallest breath
as insubstantial—

Did you not know
what the Holy One
can do with dust?

This is the day
we freely say
we are scorched.

This is the hour
we are marked
by what has made it
through the burning.

This is the moment
we ask for the blessing
that lives within
the ancient ashes,
that makes its home
inside the soil of
this sacred earth.

So let us be marked
not for sorrow.
And let us be marked
not for shame.
Let us be marked
not for false humility
or for thinking
we are less
than we are

but for claiming
what God can do
within the dust,
within the dirt,
within the stuff
of which the world
is made,
and the stars that blaze
in our bones,
and the galaxies that spiral
inside the smudge
we bear.

This beautiful poem addresses the sense of frailty that many of us feel. Forces in our world conspire to make us feel ashamed of our frailty, so we try to sweep it under the proverbial rug. We are taught to present ourselves as strong and independent people who can overcome any obstacle by sheer determination and hard work. We are praised for accomplishments and encouraged on all sides to be more, accumulate more, and earn more.

Allow yourself to imagine how much different the world would look if it were organized not around the Nike slogan “Just Do It,” but around the admission “I just can’t do it.”  

Imagine a world where people are free to be honest and vulnerable, scared, and with their needs on full display. Just imagine if the world looked more like what is happening across the world in Christian churches on this Ash Wednesday. 

On this day the Christian church reaches into the world’s misguided attempts at self-reliance, positive thinking, judgement of self and others, and tendency to ignore pain and jockey for positions of power. On this day the church reminds all who will listen that it is okay to feel as insubstantial as dust; as though the slightest breeze or breath will scatter us into the wind. It is okay to feel as insubstantial as dust because that is exactly what we are.

And as the poet declares, “Did you not know what the Holy One can do with dust?”

Every good and glorious gift in our universe is built of the same building blocks of matter (or, what we’ll call dust): the blazing sun, the majestic mountain, the singing bird, the lovers’ touch, the beating heart, the newborn child, the wrinkled hands of a grandmother.

On Sunday mornings the adult forum has been exploring a book by Richard Rohr titled, The Universal Christ. One of his points that has generated fruitful discussion is his insistence that Christ is in everything: every drop of water, every plant, every animal, every rock, and every person. This statement has a tendency to offend us when we think we are special--that is, when we think our ability to think, reason, and invent demonstrates we are more God-like than the rest of God’s creation. The idea that Christ is in everything takes center stage on Ash Wednesday, as our worship is undergirded by the awareness that we are all dust, that everything is dust, and that God is able to do amazing things for the dust that was created, loved, and destined for a beautiful eternity in God’s care. 

On this day the church reminds all who will listen that it is okay to feel as insubstantial as dust; as though the slightest breeze or breath will scatter us into the wind. It is okay to feel as insubstantial as dust because that is exactly what we are. It is okay to feel as insubstantial as dust because it turns out dust is anything but unsubstantial. 

The season of Lent calls us to put aside all the strivings and judgments that we use to set ourselves over and against others. When Jesus invites his followers to engage in spiritual disciplines such as almsgiving, prayer, fasting, and simplicity, he takes great care to warn against using these disciplines as measures of success or pursuits that make us better than those who do not engage in the disciplines. 

The spiritual disciplines are only ever meant to be invitations to awaken us to the reality of God’s presence in your life. Giving away your money, fasting from food and drink, and praying are not tricks to make God appear in your life. God is already there. Instead, these disciplines help to eliminate the voices and impulses that would keep you from recognizing God’s presence. 

Over the next five weeks I would like you to join us here at Cross of Grace as we explore various spiritual disciplines that will help you feel and open your eyes to God’s presence and promise for your life. Each worship service will include liturgy, music, teaching, and a space to practice a discipline such as the spiritual reading of scripture, fasting, varieties of prayer, mediation, and the practice of reconciliation.

We will engage with these disciplines in the public space of worship, but not with the purpose or intention of leading others to think more highly of us for being an outstanding Christian. God loves us because we are dust, not because we are religious. The reason we embark on this journey of discipleship is because that is how we can come to feel and understand God’s love for us. And once we understand God’s love for us we can more adequately share God’s love for others. 

May this Lenten season be one where you can bring your weakness and frailty before God and others, and expect God to feel God’s loving embrace in return. 

I will leave you with another poem by Jan Richardson titled, “Will You Meet Us?”*

Will you meet us in the ashes,
will you meet us in the ache
and show your face
within our sorrow
and offer us your word of grace:

That you are life within the dying,
that you abide within the dust,
that you are what survives the burning,
that you arise to make us new.

And in our aching, you are breathing;
and in our weeping, you are here
within the hands that bear your blessing,
enfolding us within your love.


© Jan Richardson. janrichardson.com

A Haitian Transfiguration

Matthew 17:1-9

Six days later, Jesus took with him Peter and James and his brother John and led them up a high mountain, by themselves. And he was transfigured before them, and his face shone like the sun, and his clothes became dazzling white. Suddenly there appeared to them Moses and Elijah, talking with him.

Then Peter said to Jesus, “Lord, it is good for us to be here; if you wish, I will make three dwellings here, one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah.” While he was still speaking, suddenly a bright cloud overshadowed them, and from the cloud a voice said, “This is my Son, the Beloved; with him I am well pleased; listen to him!”

When the disciples heard this, they fell to the ground and were overcome by fear. But Jesus came and touched them, saying, “Get up and do not be afraid.”

And when they looked up, they saw no one except Jesus himself alone. As they were coming down the mountain, Jesus ordered them, “Tell no one about the vision until after the Son of Man has been raised from the dead.”


This Transfiguration Gospel isn’t always my favorite text to preach. I always wonder how it plays and I worry about what questions it raises among cynics and skeptics, with all of its dazzling clothes, shining faces, Old Testament ghosts, and talking clouds. I worry about that because I’ve asked some of those questions, myself many times. What I mean is, it’s weird and hard to believe, and I get that.

But the gist of what happened on that mountain top wasn’t just a magic show. Matthew’s Gospel is very dramatically putting Jesus into his rightful place among the great prophets of God – right up there with superstars like Moses and Elijah. And his disciples, just like the rest of us, are meant to make note of that, to take it to heart, and to wonder about what it might mean for the big picture of God’s plan for the world.

See when Jesus says, “until the Son of Man has been raised from the dead,” they – and we – are supposed to wonder about what awaits him as they make their way down the hill; as he so faithfully chooses to leave that mountain top and head, so obediently, toward Jerusalem and toward the cross and toward his own undoing on Calvary’s cross.

Because what was next for Jesus – and for us – is even more unbelievable than what happened on that mountain. What was going to happen was that Jesus would be crucified. Jesus was about to share a meal with his friends; he would be arrested; he would be denied and betrayed by the closest of his followers and then he would die the worst kind of death on top of it all – whipped, beaten, mocked, spit upon, crowned with thorns and nailed to a cross – before being raised from the dead.

Because Jesus was showing, I believe, that it is in all of this struggle and sacrifice that real transfiguration, true transformation and meaningful change happens. It’s on all of this that our faith is to rest. Not just on mysticism and myth. Not just on miracles and magic. But on real life, down and dirty relationships between God and people and between people and each other.

That’s what, I hope, our discipleship is all about – reminding each other and reminding the world that God isn’t just up in the clouds or hanging around in the mountaintop experiences of our lives. In Jesus, God has been and is down here with us, in the middle of our suffering and struggle. And God invites us to do that for and with others, in their struggle, just the same.

Because transfiguration, transformation, and change, aren’t just for Jesus. Those disciples were meant to be transfigured, too. And all of this came to life in a new, meaningful way for me this week in Fondwa, Haiti. I saw this passage in some really down-to-earth ways that checked my cynical, skepticism about it all, when I paid attention to what we experienced with our friends in Fondwa.

With this Gospel spinning around in my brain all week, this is how I heard it, anew, for a change:

Six days later, Jesus took with him Peter, James and his brother John…

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… and Ben and Lily, Dave and Linda, Pastor Mark and Haley, too … and he led them up a high mountain by themselves.

And he was transfigured before them. His face shone like the sun and his clothes became dazzling white.  … but Jesus became darker, too. Very literally black and brown, I mean.

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He looked a little like Luckner, our guide and translator – who had so many answers and so much patience for us along the way.

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And Jesus looked like Sister Claudette, a kind, and quiet and humble sort of servant; and he laughed like Stearline and he prayed like Jesula.

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He was wise like Sine, too, and as strong as Ji-ber.

And suddenly, there appeared before them Moses and Elijah, speaking with Jesus … so that a lot of things made sense for them in a new way. With Jesus in the company of those ancient prophets and servants of God, suddenly all of his talk about ‘release for the captives, freedom for the oppressed, and the year of the Lord’s favor’ were more meaningful than they had been before. And that stuff about being “salt of the earth” and “light for the nations” and about how the meek would inherit the earth, about those who mourn would be comforted, and how the last would be first and the first would be last held new meaning, too.

Peter said, “Lord, it is good for us to be here. If you wish, I will make three dwelling places, one for you, one for Moses and one for Elijah.”

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Jamalyn said, “it is SO good for us be here. I think we should build 40 houses in three years, just for starters. One for the Dorelian family:

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and for Victor’s wife, who doesn’t know exactly how old she is:

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and for Eddie and for Eliane and for Elise, and for the Sylvera family, too.

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Haitians will do most of the work, we’ll help where we can, and we’ll have support from places and people as far away as New Palestine, Indiana.”

While (s)he was still speaking (because those of you who know Jamalyn know she is very often “still speaking”) suddenly a great cloud overshadowed them … and they were overcome regularly by the beauty that surrounded them.

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All those mountains and valleys; the hills and high places; and the stories they tell of the highs and lows – the struggles and celebrations – of the people who live and move and breathe in those mountains with such courage and grace and faith and hope and love.

…and a voice came [from heaven] saying, “This is my Son, the beloved, with him I am well-pleased. Listen to him.” When they heard this, they fell to the ground and were overcome with fear. But Jesus came and touched them and said, “Get up and do not be afraid.” … and they were reminded over and over and over again, by those they would meet – in homes:

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…at building sites:

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…on the playground they built at the school:

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…and in worship, of course, that it was God doing this work; that God was answering the prayers of the people; that God was and is alive and well in their own lives, in Fondwa, and for the sake of the world.

When they looked up, they saw no one except Jesus, himself, alone. And as they were coming down the mountain, he ordered them [to tell no one about what they had seen] until the Son of Man had been raised from the dead.

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The disciples didn’t catch it because they couldn’t know what we know. But, in spite of what was to come for Jesus – his crucifixion, his death, and his burial – there might have been a hint of a smile on his lips and a wink in his eye, because he hoped for what we know is true: that the Son of Man has, indeed, been raised from the dead.

So they were invited to be transfigured … transformed … changed … themselves. And not to be afraid in the same ways they once were or that we are tempted to be afraid, so much of the time.

And they were allowed to leave the mountain with a different kind of command – to tell anyone with ears to hear about all the things they had seen and heard and shared and received – by God’s grace and with gratitude to their friends in Fondwa…

…the stuff of grace and generosity and gratitude, I mean, for blessings too numerous to count – and that must be shared – in order to change the world with the love of Jesus, as he intends.

Amen