Lent

A Prayer of Life

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.


Once again we come together on this solemn day known as Ash Wednesday. As many of us have done so often through the years, we come to worship on a Winter Wednesday, prepared to receive ashes on our forehead and expecting to hear the same gospel story from Matthew, chapter 6.

If you have worshiped on Ash Wednesday before, you’ve likely picked up on the ironic juxtaposition of the worship service and the assigned gospel text. The gospel warns us of the dangers of making public displays of our piety. But each one of us will leave here with a large cross of ashes smeared on our foreheads; which is, I dare say, a public display of our piety! Perhaps some of you get around this by going straight home after worship and trying your best to avoid letting others see your ashen forehead. But that’s certainly not the point, either.

Jesus does not want us to use our faith to make public spectacles of ourselves, nor does he want us to so privatize our faith that it becomes imperceptible to others. As is usually the case, the truth of scripture lies somewhere between the two extreme interpretations. The core message of this gospel text is that our faith should always be evident but in a way that deflects attention from ourselves and back to God. There are, after all, hidden blessings of the private part of our faith.

To illustrate this idea, allow me to set a scene. You are in an unlit, damp, concrete room measuring roughly 6’ x 7’. “There are no windows, no ventilation. You've got nothing, you don't get outside, maybe see the sun 20 seconds a day if you're lucky; you've got an overflowing bucket for a toilet, you've got a mat that you sleep on, and you're subject to very harsh treatment."* You are alone in this room. You’ve been alone in this room for 3 ½ years. 

You know there are others….others in rooms the same as yours. You yearn to communicate; but you dare not speak to them. So, you tap on the wall using a system of communication designed for such an occasion. You form thoughts and expressions silently in your head and you quietly tap them out in code on the wall that separates you from someone else who is suffering.

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This horrible reality is the one described by Retired Major General of the US Air Force John Borling – a fighter pilot who was shot down over North Vietnam in 1966 and imprisoned in the infamous Hanoi Hilton for over 6 1/2 years.

Monday marked the 45th anniversary of the release of more than 140 American prisoners of war from Vietnam. Among them was John Borling.

Major General Boling spent his 6 ½ years in the Hanoi Hilton trying to stay alive. One way that he sustained life was by composing poetry. He would create the poems in his head and tap them out on the walls in what is known as “tap code” in order to share them with his fellow POWs. He said, 

It was ... our lifeline. It was how we kept a chain of command, which was verboten, how we passed information that would keep us all going, mentally. Here’s a bunch of fighter pilots, but a fragment of poetry — some remembered lines, however abbreviated — would be useful.
— John Borling

In his attempts to stay alive and keep others alive, he was, for all intents and purposes, praying. 

Perhaps this image can help you reframe Jesus’ instruction to go into your room and shut the door and pray to your Father in secret. Imagine prayer as an exercise in which you are stripped of all your possessions and illusions of security. All you have are the thoughts in your head. You are unable to write the thoughts down, so you write them on your heart. Your prayer becomes the most authentic and honest part about you. And this fills you with a burning desire to share your prayer with others in any way you can. You think maybe, just maybe, the thing you have to share with others could help keep them alive and encouraged also.

It may not be prudent to shout these poems and prayers for all the world to hear. After all, you don’t want to draw attention to yourself. But you cannot keep your poems and prayers inside…especially knowing that they could help keep others alive. So, you tap them out on the walls. It’s a long and laborious process. But it’s the only thing you can possibly do, so you tap out the poem and the prayer letter by letter.

At great personal risk, every night before you go to sleep you tap out the same letters the POWs used to sign off each night: G–B–U. The message spreads from one concrete cell to another until everyone has heard the message “G–B–U” (“God Bless You”). 

The poems from the Hanoi Hilton have much to teach us about our prayers in Hancock County. Pray in private, pray in public, pray in the church, on the street corners, in restaurants. Wherever you are called to pray, pray not to bring attention to yourself, but rather, pray because God has filled you with something authentic and honest that you have to share…especially knowing that it could help keep others alive.

We pray, not in a secret code, but rather in the way that honors our unique faith, emotions, personality, and experiences. 

To rephrase the words of Major General Borling, “May the prayers on our hearts become our lifeline – how we keep a chain of connection, how we pass thoughts and insights that will keep us all going, spiritually. Here's a bunch of sinners, but a fragment of prayer — some remembered lines, however abbreviated — would be useful."

That’s the message we embrace on this solemn Ash Wednesday. There is life in death. There is freedom in our imprisonment. There is beauty born in our suffering. There are prayers in our pain.

To conclude, I invite you to listen now to two poems composed by John Borling in his prison cell and secretly shared by taps on the wall.

"Good Friday What Ifs" – Matthew 28:31-45

Matthew 25:31-45

‘When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, then he will sit on the throne of his glory. All the nations will be gathered before him, and he will separate people one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats, and he will put the sheep at his right hand and the goats at the left. Then the king will say to those at his right hand, “Come, you that are blessed by my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world; for I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, I was naked and you gave me clothing, I was sick and you took care of me, I was in prison and you visited me.” Then the righteous will answer him, “Lord, when was it that we saw you hungry and gave you food, or thirsty and gave you something to drink? And when was it that we saw you a stranger and welcomed you, or naked and gave you clothing? And when was it that we saw you sick or in prison and visited you?” And the king will answer them, “Truly I tell you, just as you did it to one of the least of these who are members of my family, you did it to me.”’


A good friend of mine sent me a question – by way of a text message – yesterday morning. I thought I had some idea of what I might say tonight, but since none of it was written yet – or even considered all that deeply, to be honest – I felt this might be an invitation to change course. The question – by way of a text message, remember – was this, exactly:

“Have a philosophical question for you … if you had a time machine … would you go back and save Jesus?”

My response, on Maundy Thursday morning – with a couple of sermons and 5 worship services, among other things, spinning around in my head – was this, exactly:

“That’s a good question, but more than I could text. We’ll have to discuss over beer.”

Well, as tempting as it is, this isn’t the time or the place for beer, but there’s not a much better time to wonder about that question – and what our answers might say to us about how we understand what brings us here tonight. Besides, I figure, if one of my friends is asking and wondering such things, then some of you might be curious or interested in the notion, too.

So, if/when Elon Musk develops the first time machine…who among us would go back and save Jesus?

I suspect that we’d all like to think we would, at first blush, take that time machine back to the Jerusalem of Jesus’ day, strap on some sandals, and kick some First Century butt, in the name of our Lord. Or maybe you’re a lover, not a fighter, so you’d find a way to bend Pontius Pilate’s ear and convince him of what we know. Or perhaps we’d meet up with the Chief Priests and the Scribes – or Judas – or Peter – or any of the rest of the principle players on and around Calvary – and Sunday-morning-quarterback this thing, so they could see the error of their ways and change course, themselves; so they could re-write history as easily as a Pastor re-writes a sermon.

But, in spite of all of our best, most faithful intentions, I think we’d be fooling ourselves.

The point of the story is that we are them. They are us. They didn’t have it in them. And neither do we.

Pilate was too proud or too political or just too ignorant, short-sighted or selfish, to do what he knew was right. So he washed his hands of the responsibility.

Peter tried, in the Garden, anyway, to fight for Jesus; to defend his honor; to save him before the arrest. He drew his sword and lopped off that soldier’s ear, but eventually let it happen, at Jesus’ command. And he had three more chances, remember, to at least get into the mix but, in order to save his own skin, Peter denied the One he said he never would.

Judas Iscariot was too selfish. The other disciples were too clueless, or in denial, or too distracted by whatever else was going on in their lives. The women were too powerless or disenfranchised. The Centurion was too late.

So we’d be fooling ourselves, I think, to pretend we’d do any better or different, if given the chance. We are them. They are us. They didn’t have it in them to save Jesus. And neither do we.

And I feel fairly certain about that, because this isn’t as hypothetical as it sounds. I feel fairly certain about this because otherwise, we would save Jesus right here and right now, every time we have the chance. And we have the chance – and the choice to do so – every single day of our lives, no time machine necessary.

“…just as you did it to one of the least of these… you did it to me…” Remember?

Every time we drive by the homeless, hungry stranger on the street corner, roll up our window and pretend to change the station on the car radio, we neglect to do what would have kept Jesus from the Cross.

Every time we vote for our own self-interest at the expense of someone else’s well-being, or benefit from our own advantage while others fight against their disadvantage, we neglect to do what would have kept Jesus from the Cross.

Every time we pretend there’s nothing we can do about the people dying in Syria, or being shot in Chicago we neglect to do what would have kept Jesus from the Cross.

Every time we celebrate or support that war and weapons are a show of strength and a better option than peace, we neglect to do what would have kept Jesus from the Cross.

Every time we spend our money selfishly – use more than our fair share – refuse to give what we know we can and should do without – we neglect to do what would have kept Jesus from the Cross.

Every time we hold a grudge… every time we cast self-righteous judgment… every time we refuse forgiveness… every time we misuse or abuse our planet…we neglect to do what would have kept Jesus from the Cross. 

They are us. We are them. And it is why God came for the Cross in the first place. 

Jesus had to die on the Cross, you see, because we do not have it in us to do this on our own. We can’t save ourselves – let alone Jesus. We need help. We can’t save ourselves – let alone Jesus. We need an example. We can’t save ourselves – let alone Jesus. We need to see that it can be done by nothing more and nothing less than the love and grace of our God. 

They are us. We are them. But God is God – thank God – and that is why we call this Friday “good." 

See, God could have undone this at any time along the way. God could have swayed Pilate to choose the good. God could have influenced the crowd to call for Barabbas’ crucifixion, instead of Jesus’. God could have let the cup pass from Jesus, when he prayed for that in the Garden of Gethsemane. I remember singing on Good Friday, in the children’s choir at Providence Lutheran Church when I was in 2nd or 3rd grade, “He could have called 10,000 angels, to destroy the world, and set him free…” (I’m pretty sure that was a Loretta Lynn song.)

Anyway, the point is this needed to happen – no matter how much we think we would or could have stopped it.

I haven’t talked to my friend yet, but the twist or the trick to this timeless question, really, supposes that, if we were to stop the crucifixion, if we were to “save” Jesus as it were, then we would also be road-blocking the salvation of the world.

To stop it then, would be to pretend we have the power to stop God from loving us in all the ways God means to love us; it would mean to stop God from forgiving us in all the ways God longs to forgive us; it would mean to stop God from redeeming the world through Christ’s crucifixion, suffering, death and resurrection…

And we can’t stop that kind of love, no matter how hard we try – and boy have tried. We can’t stop that kind of love, no matter how much we sin – and boy have we sinned. We can’t stop this kind of love that comes, no matter what. And we can’t help but see that kind of love in the shadow of Christ’s cross and go looking for it, too, on the other side of Easter’s empty tomb.

Amen