Wednesday, July 6, 2016

We’re On a Mission from God

Luke 10:1-11, 16-20  After this the Lord appointed seventy others and sent them on ahead of him in pairs to every town and place where he himself intended to go. He said to them, “The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few; therefore ask the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into his harvest. Go on your way. See, I am sending you out like lambs into the midst of wolves. Carry no purse, no bag, no sandals; and greet no one on the road. Whatever house you enter, first say, ‘Peace to this house!’ And if anyone is there who shares in peace, your peace will rest on that person; but if not, it will return to you. Remain in the same house, eating and drinking whatever they provide, for the laborer deserves to be paid. Do not move about from house to house. Whenever you enter a town and its people welcome you, eat what is set before you; cure the sick who are there, and say to them, ‘The kingdom of God has come near to you.’ But whenever you enter a town and they do not welcome you, go out into its streets and say, ‘Even the dust of your town that clings to our feet, we wipe off in protest against you. Yet know this: the kingdom of God has come near.’ “Whoever listens to you listens to me, and whoever rejects you rejects me, and whoever rejects me rejects the one who sent me.”
The seventy returned with joy, saying, “Lord, in your name even the demons submit to us!” He said to them, “I watched Satan fall from heaven like a flash of lightning. See, I have given you authority to tread on snakes and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy; and nothing will hurt you. Nevertheless, do not rejoice at this, that the spirits submit to you, but rejoice that your names are written in heaven.”
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In the 1970’s John Belushi and Dan Aykroyd created a pair of characters they called the Blues Brothers.  Jake and Elwood Blues were musicians from Chicago.  Rhythm and Blues.  They were soul men. 
In 1980 they put out a film called The Blues Brothers based on these characters.  The story begins with Elwood picking up Jake as he is released from prison.  They go back to the Catholic orphanage where they were raised, where they first learned to play music, to visit the sisters. They learn that the orphanage is going to be shut down unless a $5000 property tax bill is paid.  Jake and Elwood want to help.  Later that day, in an epiphany moment during a church service, Jake decides to put on a benefit concert to raise the money. 
Well, the whole film from there on is a sort of a silly chase scene, where Jake and Elwood are driving all around Chicagoland tracking down the old members of the band, while they are being pursued by police for a variety of outstanding citations.  In addition, they are being chased by a band of rednecks and a mysterious woman assaulting them with bombs, bazookas and M16’s. 
All the while, everywhere they go, Elwood tells people, “We’re on a mission.  From God.”
They say that mission is tough, and I believe Jake and Elwood would agree.  As they are persecuted by the law and assorted other individuals who have an ax to grind.  As they miraculously escape gunfire and explosions.  As they are chased by about a hundred police cars, but somehow get away unscathed and leave a multi-car pile-up in their wake.  I think they would agree.  It was tough. 
And as they traveled around the area gathering the band members together, one or two at a time, it was almost as though they were gathering their disciples; saying, “Come, follow me.”  They did come, leaving their work and their families behind, in one memorable scene, an outraged Aretha Franklin wearing a waitress uniform and fuzzy pink slippers, singing her heart out to her man – You better think about what you’re trying to do to me.  It didn’t matter, though, because they were on a mission.  From God.
Mission is, indeed, tough.  But it is also absolutely, critically important.
In Luke’s 9th chapter, Jesus turned his face toward Jerusalem.  “He set his face toward Jerusalem.”  These are the words Luke uses to tell us Jesus is looking now to what’s ahead.
And what is ahead for him is a storm of unpleasantness, to put it gently.  We know what it is, we’ve all heard the story.  Betrayal, arrest, trial, betrayal, torture, betrayal, and crucifixion.  Nothing good there. 
But beyond that, Jesus is looking at what will happen after he is gone.  He is like the man who tries to teach his wife how to drive the car while he is sick with cancer, thinking about what will happen after he is gone.
Jesus has begun to think about equipping his friends for the mission he was leaving them. 
A bit earlier he had sent out the 12 – his inner circle – on a similar kind of mission: to heal and to proclaim the kingdom of God.  They were wildly successful, healing and proclaiming wherever they went.  When they came back, they were jazzed!  Yet, surprisingly, practically in the next moment, they hesitate when Jesus suggests they provide food for the thousands who have gathered to hear him teach.  They feel inadequate for the task.  This is a learning curve with plenty of dips and dives in it.
Now Jesus sends out 70 other disciples to do the same.  The harvest is plentiful but the laborers are few.  It will not be at all sufficient for only the 12 disciples to carry out the mission of the church.  All hands will be needed.  And then some.
Pray, Jesus tells them.  Ask the Lord to send out laborers.  This is not a task that you can do on your own.  But go, as well.  Pray, then go out into the world to proclaim that the kingdom of God is very near.  Know that the message will not always be received.  But don’t let that discourage you from continuing on with your mission.  It requires your full commitment.
Throughout the history of the church we have thought of mission in different ways.  In the beginning, the church itself was a mission.  In Matthew 28 Jesus gave his followers what we call the great commission, sending them out to make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.  These were their marching orders.
But later, we compartmentalized mission, making it a specialty of the church for those who were interested in going out to exotic locations and serving and teaching the people in the name of Jesus.  Mission was something that happened in far off lands, carried out by a few who brought back to us colorful stories and ask for our support.  We all supported it still – but from a distance.
Now we are living on a very small planet.  Now the whole world has been given the word of God.  Everywhere you go.  Not all have received it, just as they didn’t all receive it from the original 12, where Jesus instructed them to shake the dust off their feet and keep moving.  But even in the inhospitable nations, there are secret pockets of Jesus followers. 
Some years ago, I was on a youth retreat at which we welcomed a man from Burma.  He was here as a part of our International Peacemaking Program, where Christians from other parts of the world come and share with us information about the culture and the church in their nation.  This man spoke relatively little English.  But, we discovered the first night, when the folks who were supposed to bring dinner were late, that he was a miraculous cook.  He made us a delicious and bountiful Burmese dish out of practically nothing. 
And in his halting English, this is what he said to us.  Two hundred years ago the American Baptist missionaries came to Burma and taught us about Jesus.  We were baptized and became Christians.  And now we come to you.
Thanks be to God!  Because, don’t we need missionaries now, in our turn, right here in our midst?  Is not this land of ours a mission field, where the harvest is plentiful and the laborers are few? All we need to do is step outside our doors and begin walking around our immediate neighborhood to see that there is need of healing and teaching and proclaiming that the kingdom of God is near.
By the way, to say “the kingdom of God is near” is not a threat.  I know it has been used that way.  But it’s not – if we believe that the kingdom of God is love and forgiveness and peace.  To hear this is good news.
It is time for the church to reclaim its mission, because this mission is the very purpose of the church on earth.  We are here to feed the hungry, clothe the naked, shelter the homeless, heal the sick, befriend the lonely, visit the prisoners.  And all of these needs are right here in our city.  There is a need, a hunger for the good news, right in our midst.  And Jesus sends us out.
I asked the roundtable how they felt about being sent out, and they answered in one word: inadequate.  Inadequate is what we all are, without the Holy Spirit.  But with the power of the Spirit, we might see and hear and know how to feed the hunger.  How to reap the harvest of the Lord.  How to work for the kingdom.
If we seek it in prayer, we will find our mission.  If we ask and listen and pay attention, we will know how God might use us.  If Jake and Elwood can find their mission, I believe we can too.
There is an old vacation Bible school song that got lodged in my head and never left, as VBS songs have a habit of doing.  And at times like this, I think of this one.  It goes, “I believe God will use me.”
I believe God will use me.

Come.  The harvest is plentiful and the laborers are few.  Come.

Friday, July 1, 2016

Made New

2 Kings 5:1-14            Naaman, commander of the army of the king of Aram, was a great man and in high favor with his master, because by him the Lord had given victory to Aram. The man, though a mighty warrior, suffered from leprosy. Now the Arameans on one of their raids had taken a young girl captive from the land of Israel, and she served Naaman’s wife. She said to her mistress, “If only my lord were with the prophet who is in Samaria! He would cure him of his leprosy.” So Naaman went in and told his lord just what the girl from the land of Israel had said. And the king of Aram said, “Go then, and I will send along a letter to the king of Israel.” He went, taking with him ten talents of silver, six thousand shekels of gold, and ten sets of garments. He brought the letter to the king of Israel, which read, “When this letter reaches you, know that I have sent to you my servant Naaman, that you may cure him of his leprosy.” When the king of Israel read the letter, he tore his clothes and said, “Am I God, to give death or life, that this man sends word to me to cure a man of his leprosy? Just look and see how he is trying to pick a quarrel with me.” But when Elisha the man of God heard that the king of Israel had torn his clothes, he sent a message to the king, “Why have you torn your clothes? Let him come to me, that he may learn that there is a prophet in Israel.”
So Naaman came with his horses and chariots, and halted at the entrance of Elisha’s house. Elisha sent a messenger to him, saying, “Go, wash in the Jordan seven times, and your flesh shall be restored and you shall be clean.” But Naaman became angry and went away, saying, “I thought that for me he would surely come out, and stand and call on the name of the Lord his God, and would wave his hand over the spot, and cure the leprosy! Are not Abana and Pharpar, the rivers of Damascus, better than all the waters of Israel? Could I not wash in them, and be clean?” He turned and went away in a rage. But his servants approached and said to him, “Father, if the prophet had commanded you to do something difficult, would you not have done it? How much more, when all he said to you was, ‘Wash, and be clean’?” So he went down and immersed himself seven times in the Jordan, according to the word of the man of God; his flesh was restored like the flesh of a young boy, and he was clean.
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Usually, the book of Kings takes itself pretty seriously, but this story provides a bit of comic relief. 
I was thinking about an old Huey Lewis and the News song the other day.
I want a new drug,
One that won’t make me sick,
One that won’t make me crash my car
Or make me feel three feet thick.
A magic pill that will fix everything – who wouldn’t want that?  Wouldn’t it be great to have a miracle cure with no side effects?  A new drug –
One that won’t hurt my head,
one that won’t make my mouth too dry
or make my eyes too red.
Naaman wanted a new drug.  One that would cleanse his skin, take away his shame, make him feel brand new. 
He suffered from a skin disease that they called leprosy, but more likely it was eczema.  The scriptures seem to lump all skin diseases together under the same name.  Clearly, his condition wasn’t too awful, or he wouldn’t be commander of the army.  But just as clearly, Naaman’s condition caused him some distress, and he wanted relief from this affliction.  A new drug –
One that does what it should,
one that won’t make me feel too bad,
one that won’t make me feel too good.
And when he heard that there was a prophet in Israel who could take away his affliction, that sounded like just the wonder drug he had hoped for.  So Naaman did what any sensible bureaucrat would do.  He asked his king, the King of Aram to address a letter of recommendation to the King of Israel, so the King of Israel could arrange for Naaman to be seen by his prophet.  And promptly cured of his ailment.
They made the appropriate preparations.   They went to the royal storehouse and loaded up about 500 pounds of silver and 3000 pounds of gold.  Also ten outfits, which were probably designer outfits.  And off went Naaman and his entourage:  horses and chariots and slaves, laden with extravagant gifts.  Only the best.
Now when they arrived in Israel the comedy of errors unfolds.  Naaman presents the King of Israel with the letter from the King of Aram: “I have sent you my servant Naaman, that you may cure him of his leprosy.”  Written on the king’s parchment.  Embossed with the royal seal.  Laden with the royal threat. 
The King of Israel goes into a panic.  “Who am I – God?  I can cure a man of his leprosy?  What is our old foe, the King of Aram, up to now?  Is this an excuse to raid our land and brutalize our people again?”  They’d done it before.  They’d do it again.
But it was all a misunderstanding.  Apparently, it would never have occurred to kings and queens and high commanders that the power they were looking for was not under royal authority, did not reside in a palace, was not in the employ of the King of Israel. 
Well, Naaman’s rather large entourage did not go unnoticed by the common folk, and the nature of his business got around.  So Elisha sent word to the King, “Keep calm and send this guy to me.”
So Naaman and all his horses and chariots and slaves and consumer goods turned and made their way to the house of the prophet.  A servant of Elisha came out to greet them and give them clear instructions from the prophet: Go wash in the Jordan River seven times and your flesh shall be restored; you shall be clean.
Was Naaman pleased? By no means!  There are certain protocols that must be observed for individuals of such high rank as Naaman is.  There is the matter of respect for ceremony and ritual.  Forget about the leprosy, something bigger is at stake here.  Naaman demands to be treated with deference!
I want a new drug,
one with no doubt.
Deeply offended, Naaman turns around to take his leprosy, and his gold and silver and designer outfits, and go home.  But clearer heads prevailed, and Naaman took the cure.  He deigned to lower himself into the Jordan River, seven times.  And his flesh was restored and made new.
His arrogance almost got in the way of his cure.  The foolishness of pride almost caused a war between the nations.  You wonder why God would find an arrogant, thankless fool like this deserving of the cure. 
Naaman is a fool, and not just any fool – he’s a destructive fool.  He’s a man of such self-importance, we know how he stomps all over the little people who get in his way, how he and his king would carry out a raid on Israel now and again, just for fun, just to remind them who is boss.  I don’t know about you, but I don’t like people like this Naaman.
No one at the roundtable this week liked him either.  We’d rather not have to deal with this kind of attitude.  But you know what?  We continued reading.
Then he returned to the man of God, he and all his company; he came and stood before him and said, “Now I know that there is no God in all the earth except in Israel; please accept a present from your servant.” But he said, “As the Lord lives, whom I serve, I will accept nothing!” He urged him to accept, but he refused. Then Naaman said, “If not, please let two mule-loads of earth be given to your servant; for your servant will no longer offer burnt offering or sacrifice to any god except the Lord. But may the Lord pardon your servant on one count: when my master goes into the house of Rimmon to worship there, leaning on my arm, and I bow down in the house of Rimmon, when I do bow down in the house of Rimmon, may the Lord pardon your servant on this one count.” He said to him, “Go in peace.”
Naaman returned to Elisha and professed his faith in the Lord.  He extended an offering of thanks, and he was not offended when Elisha refused the gift.  He said, “Then let me take a bit of the land of Israel home with me so I, too, may bow down and pray to the God of Israel.  And may you pardon me when, in obedience to my master, I accompany him into his house of prayer.  In all other ways, I am Yahweh’s servant.”
At this moment we realize that Naaman has, indeed, been made new.  This “drug” made him a new creation, and the side effect?  it cured his leprosy.  Perhaps our judgment of Naaman showed a lack of faith on our part in the power of the Almighty God of Israel, who can truly make all things new. 
Perhaps our anger toward Naaman our lack of faith in Naaman, shows our need for this same healing.  Perhaps my suspicions, my resentments, my annoyance, are a reflection of the leprosy that afflicts my soul.  I, too, want to be cured.  I, too, want a new drug –
One that won’t make me nervous,
wondering what to do.
One that makes me feel like I feel when I’m with you.
When I’m with you, O God. 
And we don’t need a piece of the land of Israel or a bit of water from the Jordan River.  As Paul says to the Galatians, in the end none of these things matter – neither circumcision not uncircumcision. Neither protocols nor ceremonies.  All that matters in the end is a new creation – a new creation through the cross of Christ and the gift of the Holy Spirit. 

All glory and honor and thanksgiving to you, O Lord, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.  Amen.