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

Who Do You Say that I Am?

Mark 8:27-38

Jesus went on with his disciples to the villages of Caesarea Philippi; and on the way he asked them, “Who do people say that I am?” And they answered him, “John the Baptist; and others Elijah; and still others, one of the prophets.” He asked them, “But who do you say that I am?” Peter answered him, “You are the Messiah.” And he sternly ordered them not to tell anyone about him.

Then he began to teach them that the Son of Man must undergo great suffering and be rejected by the elders and the chief priests and the scribes and be killed, and after three days rise again. He said all this quite openly. And Peter took him aside and began to rebuke him. But turning and looking at his disciples, he rebuked Peter, saying, “Get behind me, Satan!  For you are setting your mind not on divine things, but on human things.”

He called the crowd with his disciples, and said to them, “If any want to become my disciples, let them deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me. For those who want to save their life will lose it, and those who lose their life for my sake, and for the sake of the gospel, will save it. For what will it profit them if they gain the whole world and forfeit their life? Indeed, what can anyone give in return for their life? Those who are ashamed of me and of my words in this adulterous and sinful generation, of them the Son of Man will also be ashamed when he comes in the glory of his Father with the holy angels.”


I didn’t have too much time yesterday to wonder about and wallow in my memories of 9/11 on the twentieth anniversary of that tragic, life-changing, earth-shattering, world-turning day. But I did see Bruce Springsteen sing in New York in the morning. And I caught a replay of George W. Bush’s speech at the memorial in Shanksville, Pennsylvania, which is very much worth 10 minutes of your time, if you can find it. I watched the replay of that 9/11 documentary that has become a perennial staple of the day’s anniversary, too.

But one of the most moving, tear-jerking, heart-breaking recollections from that day, which showed up in my Facebook feed more than once, was the transcript of Todd Beamer’s call for help from the back of the plane, as a passenger on United Airlines Flight 93.

Todd Beamer, a 32 year-old computer software executive, snuck into the plane’s back pantry while the hijackers were perpetrating their evil in the cock-pit and near the front of the plane. And that’s where he called for help and information about what was going on.

The short of the long is that Todd Beamer, along with Jeremy Glick, Mark Bingham, Tom Burnett and a handful of other passengers, were the ones who learned that they were on a hijacked plane, probably headed for Washington, D.C., to be crashed into the Capitol Building or the White House. After telling the operator what had happened on his plane, and learning from her what had already gone down at the World Trade Centers in New York and at the Pentagon, in D.C., Todd gave the operator his home number, told her about his wife and kids – that he had two boys and a baby on the way – and asked her to call them so they would know how much he loved them and how proud he was of them all.

Of course, he wanted them to know this because of the plan he and the others had hatched to overtake the hijackers and crash the plane before it could make it to D.C. And we know how that story of heroism, sacrifice, love, and bravery ends.

Which is why it seems relevant and meaningful on this weekend, in particular, and in connection to this morning’s Gospel.

During what feels like some sort of field trip to Caesarea Philippi, Jesus asks his disciples, his most devoted followers, “Who do people say that I am?” “What’s the word on the street?” “What’s the news around town?” And Jesus wants – not only to ask the question – but to have a serious conversation about the answers, too.

And the answers he receives are all over the place. Some were saying Elijah. Others thought he might be John the Baptist. Others were guessing Jesus was just another prophet, like the ones they’d read about in Scripture. But none of that really mattered so much, it seems. Jesus doesn’t seem to be all that surprised by what the rest of the world was saying. He doesn’t seem to dwell for very long on the fact that so many were getting it so wrong when it came to understanding who he was.

None of that really seems to concern Jesus at the moment. What seems to matter most – what’s really at the heart of his questioning comes when he says – in the midst of all the world’s speculation, in spite of all the misconceptions about his identity – “But, who do you say that I am?” 

And it’s the question Jesus asks us still.

“Who do you say that I am?” Not your neighbor. Not your children. Not your Pastor. Not your husband, your wife, your boss or that sinner down the street. But who do you say that I am? Jesus wants to know. Who do you say God is in the midst of everything that competes for your attention and time and worship on a day-to-day basis in this life?

Who do you say that God is at Cross of Grace Lutheran Church – and why do you choose to come here to look for answers to that question?

Who do you say that God is at work or in school? And how does that show up, through you, in those places?

Who do you say that God is with your checkbook, your credit cards, your investments? And how do those things reflect your answer?

Who do you say that God is where your family is concerned – to your kids, to your parents? And do they know how you might answer that question?

See, the question isn’t just “Who do you say that I am?”  It’s “Who do you say that I am – and where are your priorities? Who do you say that I am and what does that look like in your daily life? Where do you devote most of your time? Where do you invest your greatest energy, your deepest hope, your most significant resources? Who do you say that I am and what difference does that make for you and for the world around you?

When we consider Jesus’ question, “Who do you say that I am?”, he means for our answer, something like Peter’s – that he is the Messiah, the son of the living God – to change the way we experience life and impact this world. When we know Jesus as the one who lived and died and lives again, we can forgive and receive forgiveness with abundance. When Jesus is the Messiah, we can share love more generously. When Jesus is the living God, come down live, move, breathe, suffer, die, and be raised for our sake and for the sake of the world, we can put our most shameful sins and our deepest hopes and our greatest fears into God’s lap and live, move and breathe differently because of it, ourselves.

On September 11, 2001, before Todd Beamer got off the phone with that operator from the doomed United Airlines Flight 93, he asked Lisa, the operator who happened to have the same name as his wife, if she’d do one last thing with him … could they pray together? And so they did – The Lord’s Prayer and the 23rd Psalm. In that moment of sheer terror and uncertainty, just before those most heroic acts of bravery, courage, sacrifice, and love, he set his heart and mind on some divine things in the midst of an utterly human tragedy, and he answered Jesus’ question, it seems to me…

Who do you say that I am? “Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.”

Who do you say that I am? Giver of daily bread… forgiver of trespasses… deliverer from evil…

Who do you say that I am? The Lord is my shepherd…

Who do you say that I am? You make me lie down in green pastures… you lead me beside still waters… you restore my soul…

Who do you say that I am? Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for you are with me…

Who do you say that I am? Your rod and your staff they comfort me…

Who do you say that I am? You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies…

Who do you say that I am? You anoint my head with oil, my cup overflows…

Who do you say that I am? Your goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life…

Amen