Lent

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

I Loved You Already

John 8:23-30

He said to them, “You are from below, I am from above; you are of this world, I am not of this world. I told you that you would die in your sins, for you will die in your sins unless you believe that I am he.” They said to him, “Who are you?” Jesus said to them, “Why do I speak to you at all? I have much to say about you and much to condemn; but the one who sent me is true, and I declare to the world what I have heard from him.” They did not understand that he was speaking to them about the Father.

So Jesus said, “When you have lifted up the Son of Man, then you will realize that I am he, and that I do nothing on my own, but I speak these things as the Father instructed me. And the one who sent me is with me; he has not left me alone, for I always do what is pleasing to him.” As he was saying these things, many believed in him.


One of those Nicorette commercials caught my attention the other day. You know the ones for nicotine gum or patches or pills that help people quit smoking. They have some real-life former smokers tell stories about why they finally decided to kick the habit. There’s one where a guy misses his kid’s game-winning basketball shot because he had to run outside for a smoke. There’s another one where a woman realized how crazy it was that she found herself hoofing it through a snowstorm, just for another cigarette. And there’s one where a young, new dad is on the floor playing with his baby girl. They all describe their respective “aha” moments as their own, personal “why” that convinced them, finally, to quit smoking.

And the tag-line at the end of each commercial suggests that “every great why, needs a great how.” “Every great why, needs a great how.”

I think there’s some truth to that – especially if you’re looking for a nicotine replacement therapy. And I think it applies to our spiritual life, too, in some ways... “Every great why, needs a great how.”

But when it comes to Good Friday and all that brings us here, we focus too much on “how” too much of the time, if you ask me. For lots of reasons, we are captivated and fascinated by the “how” of this night. I’m always glad for and impressed and surprised, frankly, year after year by the turnout we have for Good Friday worship, this occasion where we gather very deliberately to get as close to death as most of us are comfortable getting – unless or until we have to, anyway.

Now, I imagine the reasons that draw us here – like everything else – are as varied as are the people in the room, and a lot of that has to do with the “how” of Jesus’ crucifixion. And I’m right there with you. Many of you know I love a good, gory - preferably true - crime story, as much as the next guy. My wife and kids are a little creeped out by my Netflix history, to be honest, which includes a lot of that sort of thing: Making a Murderer, Abduction in Plain Sight, The Keepers. That new Ted Bundy documentary is fantastic, by the way.

And the “how” of tonight is like a lot of that – blood and guts and gore, I mean. We’ll hear again about the whips and the thorns and the spit and the screaming. And we can get carried away with all of it, if we’re not careful. (I read a story just this week about a youth pastor in an Ohio suburb who encouraged his high school students to spit on him, whip him, and even cut his back with a knife as a Holy Week exercise. And the senior pastor watched it all happen, before some wise and frightened parents stepped in to stop it!) Like I said, we can get a little carried away with the “how” of what happened to Jesus at his crucifixion.

But what’s more important tonight for a million reasons… the thing that matters for God, in Jesus… isn’t so much the “how” of all of this, as it is the “why.”

Because, honestly, if you’ve been around awhile – or if your Netflix history looks anything like mine – you know that crucifixion, as horrible as it was for Jesus and others who suffered it, might not even be the worst way to go. I’d have a hard time convincing a holocaust victim of the concentration camps and gas chambers that their suffering was preferable to what Jesus endured. I’d have a hard time explaining to a black boy in America’s Jim Crow, 1950’s south that his lynching was any easier than a crucifixion in 1st century Palestine. And I’ve even heard people wonder if the long, slow, painful death march of a loved-one’s cancer or Alzheimer’s disease wasn’t as ugly and painful and twisted a way to die as anything the Romans might have come up with.

So it can’t be the how that matters or captivates our imagination in all of this. The “how” of tonight isn’t the point, so much as the “why” that brings us here. So, in the case of Jesus and all that compels us to call this fateful Friday “good” – the “how” we’ll hear about in a moment better come with a pretty darn good “why.”

And it does. And some of you won’t be surprised to know it all comes down to this thing we call grace, around here.

The “why” that drove God, in Jesus, to the Cross of Good Friday is that God already loved the world and that God already loved us – way back when.

And that’s something we can’t here too much or be reminded of often enough.

I think if we were to ask Jesus about his “why,” on that first Good Friday, he might have said, “Because I love you, already.” God’s promise and proclamation, in Jesus’ death on the cross wasn’t some cosmic guilt-trip meant to coerce our obedience; it wasn’t some kind of tit-for-tat transaction; it wasn’t some sadistic sideshow of suffering where God said “look what I’ve done for you, you better shape up, or else.”

It was nothing less than the heart of God, burdened by the brokenness and corruption and ugliness and injustice and inequity and greed and sin of the world’s people – the children of God whom God already loved. God’s heart broke – Jesus died – because God already loved us – not because God was trying to make us love him back.

It’s something I’ve recently started trying to say to my boys on a regular basis – “I love you already” – and something I think we all need to hear more frequently than we do, on behalf of our creator. “I loved you already.”

“I loved you already.” Before you won the game. Before you passed the test. Before the grades were posted. “I loved you already.”

“I loved you already.” Before that sin. Before your confession. Before you felt the forgiveness, even. “I loved you already.”

“I loved you already.” Before the addiction. Before the divorce. Before you lost the job.

“I loved you already.” Before the infidelity. Before you stopped coming to church. Before you started coming back.

And I think this is the simple, sweet, sacred message of God’s act, in Jesus, on Good Friday. Why? Why all of this darkness, despair and dying? “Because I loved you already.”

“I loved you already,” even though you can’t understand it; or wrap your brain around it; or possibly ever live up to it.

“I loved you already,” and there’s nothing you can do but marvel at it; be humbled by and grateful for the truth of it.

“I loved you already – and so much – that it killed me.”

“I loved you already – and so much – that I died for your sake and for the sake of the world.”

“I loved you already. And, come Sunday you’ll see, I love you still, and will forever.”

Amen