Wilderness Wandering

Luke 4:1-13

Then Jesus, full of the Holy Spirit, returned from the Jordan and was led by the Spirit in the wilderness were, for forty days, he was tempted by the Devil. He didn’t eat anything during those days and when they were over, he was famished. The Devil said to him, “If you are the Son of God, command this stone to become a loaf of bread.” Jesus said to him, “It is written, ‘one does not live by bread alone.’”

Then the Devil led him up and showed him all the kingdoms of the world. He said to him, “I will give to you their glory and all this authority, which has been handed over to me, and which I give to anyone I choose. If you will bow down and worship me, it will all be yours.” Jesus said to him, “It is written, ‘you shall worship the Lord, you God, and serve only him.’”

Then the Devil led Jesus to Jerusalem and placed him on the pinnacle of the temple and said, “Throw yourself down from here, for it is written ‘he will command his angels concerning you,’ and ‘on their hands they will bear you up so that you won’t dash your foot against a stone.’” Jesus answered him, “It is said, ‘do not put the Lord, your God, to the test.’”

And when the Devil had finished every test, he departed from Jesus until an opportune time.

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The wilderness seems pretty close these days.

In First Century Galilee, Jesus apparently had to be “led out into it,” by the spirit. He had to go somewhere else to find it, it seems. …away from the river where he’d just been baptized along with crowds of people. …away from towns and villages like Cana and Capernaum. …away from whoever was looking to follow him, as would happen soon enough. Maybe Jesus had a hunch about what was to come in that regard, so he let the Spirit lead him out … lead him away … lead him into whatever and wherever the wilderness was for him.

And if “wilderness” is a metaphor for something… if “the wilderness” is a place of uncertainty, loneliness, disconnection, temptation, and fear … I’m not sure Jesus would have had to go very far to find himself there, if he were walking around in the world today.

“The wilderness” seems right around every corner, or maybe even following us around, no matter where we go, these days.

Maybe it’s the constant presence of social media in our lives …

Maybe it’s the news these days – the 24/7 nature of it all reminding us about our own broken politics, our own divided nation, and everything going on in Russia and Ukraine, of course.

Maybe it’s the ever-evolving list of prayers and concerns and challenges we wrestle with as God’s people in this place and out there in the world, ourselves…

Whatever it is, the wilderness doesn’t seem so hard to find… or so very far away… or too difficult to get to, if you ask me.

So I hope it’s strangely comforting for us to see Jesus out there in the wilderness this morning, doing his thing with the Devil.

The point of Lent – and the point of this Gospel story, for me, anyway – is to wonder what it means to be called into the wilderness. I think we’re invited to wonder – not so much about conversations with a guy and his pitchfork – which is how this story with Jesus gets reduced and dumbed-down a lot of the time. I think, instead, we’re called to wonder about the lonely places … the uncertain places … the scary places in the world where – and the lonely, uncertain, scary times in our own lives – when we are tempted to choose the darkness. I think, in these days, we’re called to seek out and to put a finger on the sin, the evil, the faithlessness and the temptation in our own lives. We’re called to name it, to stop denying that it finds us from time to time, and to confront it in ways we would rather not.

But that's hard to do, this wilderness wandering – whether it’s the First Sunday of Lent or any other day of the year – or we would do it more often, more faithfully, with more resolve and courage and success, I believe. It seems to me we don’t head out into the wilderness enough, following the Spirit’s lead. We’re more likely to find ourselves pushed there, dragged there, kicking and screaming, against our will. Or we end up there, in the wilderness – much to our surprise – before we know what’s coming. And then the temptation of it all is to let it overwhelm us – the grief of it; the fear of it; the unknown and uncertainty of whatever the wilderness is for us.

And so we fail the tests too often, don’t we? We fill ourselves with all the wrong things too much of the time. Where Jesus refused to turn a stone into bread – we grab the potato chips or the ice cream; the booze or the weed, the cigarettes or the pills.

Where Jesus turned down the offer for more power and glory, we go after as much as we can grab and look for it in all the wrong places – our ego, our work, money, things and stuff.

And where Jesus refused to put God to the test, we do just that … every time we throw up our hands and wonder why God won’t – why God hasn’t – just fixed everything that’s wrong with us, with the world, and with this wilderness.

Where Jesus went… followed… left...? We stay home… stay put… and stay safe… so much of the time.

And I think the reason we fail the proverbial tests so often is because we forget something Jesus knew and held onto, from the start. Remember, Jesus entered into the wilderness “full of the Spirit,” “led by the Spirit,” and on the heels of his baptism. I like to imagine his hair was still wet when he met up with the devil in the desert, because he was fresh from the Jordan River where the heavens had opened, a dove had appeared out of nowhere, for crying out loud, and God had declared him beloved, “the Son, the Chosen” with whom the Creator of the Universe was well pleased.

And it’s with all of that in his back pocket, that Jesus made his way into the wilderness to duke it out with the Devil, which makes it easier for me to imagine how he might have resisted all of that temptation and passed all of those tests, in the first place.

And that gives me hope. To remember, however and whenever we find ourselves in the wilderness (whatever that is for us) that – just like Jesus – we can enter it all on the heels of and filled with the promises of baptism. And we can go there, led by God’s spirit of wisdom and understanding, God’s kind of counsel and might, with faith and fortitude to endure the lonely, scary, uncertain, dark wilderness places that wait for us in this world.

In our Stephen Ministry class Thursday night we had a pretty hard, holy, heavy discussion about suicide – and tending to someone who may be in the throes of that kind of wilderness struggle. We were wondering about what to say and what to do and how to find the words and wisdom to respond in such a circumstance – should we ever find ourselves in that kind of wilderness with somebody else. I shared something with the class that seemed to resonate with them, so thought it might be meaningful to share with you all this morning, too.

It’s not rocket science, but whenever I find myself headed into a wilderness like that – an emergency of some sort, a crisis full of uncertainty, a scary situation where something is required of me that I’m not sure I’m prepared for (that maybe there is no preparation for, to be honest) – I try to remind myself that God is already in that place, around that person, gathered together with whatever or whoever has called me into their wilderness with them. And that kind of prayer, that sort of reality check, that exercise of faith has proven to be helpful and True over the years, and I believe it’s something like we see Jesus trusting, doing and believing this morning – out there in his own kind of wilderness, way back when.

See, I believe Jesus was able to enter his own wilderness because he knew he didn’t go there first, or alone. He let the Spirit of God lead him there, remember. And he was full of the Holy Spirit in the first place.

So, when the wilderness looms, when it seems too close… too easy to find… too hard to navigate… too difficult to escape... When the temptation to quit… to choose the selfish, prideful, destructive way… to get lost in it all… to take the devil’s hand and follow his lead – remember that God is already out there, too, in your wilderness, waiting for you.

I like to think of God, in the wilderness, as like a dad in the swimming pool promising to catch his terrified toddler about to jump from the diving board into the deep-end. Or maybe God, in our wilderness, is like a mother, waiting in the front office, to rescue her child from a bad day at recess. Or like the good friend who walks with you after the divorce, or the diagnosis, or the death, because they’ve been through it already themselves.

Whatever the case, we can enter into any wilderness trusting that God will be there waiting to walk with, stand beside, and catch us, even, if necessary. And we can go there, with the waters of baptism still dripping from our foreheads and divine promises of grace always ringing in our ears…

And we can go, following Jesus’ example so that we don’t have to be so afraid about any of it. So that we might even enter it all willingly – whatever our wilderness brings – and go boldly, bravely, with faith, to see God transform it all into something sweet, something safe, and something sacred, on the other side.

Amen

Ashes to Ashes. No Kidding.

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.’

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Some years we need Ash Wednesday more than others, it seems to me. We always need it, don’t get me wrong – this day that marks the beginning of this season; this season when we lament and repent; these days when we acknowledge and confess our sins; when we are reminded of our mortality by these ashes on our heads; when we hear this simple, profound – sometimes sad and scary – promised refrain: “Remember you are dust and to dust you shall return.”

But this year … today … because of all that’s transpired and is still unfolding in Ukraine, I hear those words … that warning … this ominous, woeful promise – “Remember you are dust and to dust you shall return” – and I think, “No kidding.”

As we watch, again, but somehow anew, this war unleash itself with all the fear and anxiety and uncertainty that that kind of violence and evil and inhumanity and sinfulness heap upon our hearts and minds and souls and spirits… with all of that swirling around and within us, this very timely, obvious reminder is hard to deny, difficult to dismiss, impossible to ignore: “Remember you are dust and to dust you shall return.”

And many of us don’t need the global calamity of a war to find this reminder timely. “Remember you are dust and to dust you shall return.” It comes by way of the diseases that sicken us – “Remember you are dust and to dust you shall return.” (No kidding.) It comes by way of the sins that burden us – “Remember you are dust and to dust you shall return.” (No kidding.) It comes by way of the grief that has found us this past year – “Remember you are dust and to dust you shall return.” (No kidding.)

These reminders of my mortality are relentless and many, these days. I’m not sure I need this smudge of ashes on the ever-increasing real estate of my forehead to be reminded, yet again. Thank you very much. (My oldest son turned 18 today, which is its own kind of mortality reality check, I have to say.)

But last night at 11 o’clock, I was watching Anderson Cooper, live from Lviv, Ukraine, interview Clarissa Ward, live from Kyiv, Ukraine. (These journalists who hurry into war zones are a special kind of crazy courageous, if you ask me.) Anyway, at 11 p.m. here, it was 6 a.m. there – and already Ash Wednesday, in Ukraine. And Anderson Cooper and Clarissa Ward were having perfectly ashy conversation, if you will.

They talked about the war games of closing off air spaces and attacking civilians; about sanctioning oligarchs and elites; about marching, launching, upping the ante in this “continued bloody onslaught”; about striking and hitting civilian targets; about how all of this could or would likely get much worse, sooner rather than later; that we are facing a potentially major humanitarian disaster in the days ahead. Another reporter, Jim Sciutto, even got Biblical and called it all a “David and Goliath conflict,” in which the math does not add up in support of the Ukrainians. And, of course, it’s all layered with the not-so-existential-again threat of nuclear war.

“Remember you are dust and to dust you shall return.” No kidding.

But just as Clarissa Ward wondered about the what, the when and the how of a 40-mile column of tanks and armory and heavy Russian weaponry cutting off and laying siege to the capital of Kyiv – where she was standing as she spoke, remember – she said without a hint of irony – “and God only knows what will happen next.” And just as she said it … no kidding … the church bells somewhere near to her location started to chime, as if the Holy Spirit herself had blown in to affirm the truth of what she had just said: “and God only knows what will happen next.”

I’m not saying it was a miracle. The clock in that church’s bell tower had just struck 6 a.m. But it was Ash Wednesday, remember. Which is why it got my attention, moreso than it did Anderson and Clarissa, I have to say. They didn’t miss a beat.

But those church bells ringing, on Ash Wednesday, in the midst of that conversation – and all of their grim reporting – in the very valley of the shadow of death? – sounded like a measure of truth and hope to me … and, I hope … for anyone else who heard them ring, on their TVs, or in their homes or hospital beds, in their bunkers or bomb shelters, in their tanks or trenches, too. “Remember you are dust and to dust you shall return.”

See, these ashes we wear on our foreheads and these words we hear from Jesus and the promises we read in Scripture remind us that we need not fear the sin and death that send us running and reeling, dodging and denying, scurrying and scared and sad so much of the time.

Instead, in the midst of it all, Jesus calls us to tend our faith. We practice our piety, faithfully and quietly – not before others, in order to be seen by them. We give our offering without expecting applause or accolades for being generous. We pray, we fast, we worship, we learn, we serve.

And there’s more. We love our enemies and we pray for those who persecute us. We love the Lord our God with all of our hearts, minds, souls, and strength. And we love our neighbors as ourselves, too. All of which is a little easier, I think, when we remember more often that we are all dust – each and every one of us – and to dust we shall return.

And we live this way, with hope, in spite of these ashes and all they represent – but because of them, too, these damned ashes. Because it is by way of ashes … dust … dying … and death that God does God’s best work, remember.

Our God looks forward to repairing what is so broken in our lives and in this world.

Our God has plans to redeem the ashes and the stain of our sinfulness.

Our God promises to breathe life into the dust and dirt of our dying.

Because our God makes beautiful things – even out of the dust from whence we’ve come and of the dust we will one day be again.

No kidding.

Amen