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Sermon transcript for June 2, 2013

A Surprising Faith
Luke 7:1-10
Belmont UMC—June 2, 2013
Ken Edwards, preaching

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Helen LaFrance was born in Kentucky in 1919. Though poor, her family did own a bit of land where they raised tobacco and cotton to sell, chickens and other farm animals, and vegetables for the table. They enjoyed a simple rural life of gathering with family, working hard and going to church. Helen’s family encouraged her to read and learn as much as she could. She only finished the eighth grade in school.

When Helen finished her chores and school work she was allowed to have free time and she spent that time doing the thing she loved most, drawing and painting. Her mother encouraged her and helped her make colors from dandelions, walnut bark, berries, and bluing. She would draw and paint on anything she could find, even left over wallpaper.

Helen was a memory artist, painting from memory the rural scenes from her childhood. Church scenes were among her favorite. She said, “Sometimes something gets on my mind and I try to paint it. I just try to tell the truth. I guess I’m just good at it because it’s what I like to do. I just thank the Lord that I have tried.”

In her 40’s Helen LaFrance finally made enough money to buy art supplies and began painting in between loading dried tobacco on conveyor belts in tobacco warehouses and cleaning offices. In 1986 she began painting full time.

For most of her life no one really paid much attention to Helen’s work, which is considered “outsider art.” Outsider art is art that is outside the mainstream; it is art done by those who are self taught. Along the way someone took an interest in Helen’s gifts and Helen LaFrance went from outsider artist to having a quite a following of collectors, that include Oprah Winfrey and Bryant Gumble. (Source: “Memory Painting: The Work of Helen LaFrance” Kathy Moses Shelton)

There is a large movement of those who collect “outsider art.” These persons are able to see the beauty and value where others cannot or have not.  

The two main characters in our Gospel story today would be considered “outsiders” by their communities. It is a surprise to see them paired together in this way. One is a centurion, who would have been in the militia of Herod Antipas. He is likely a God-fearer, one of the non-Jews who were attracted to the Jewish faith because of its monotheism and ethics. Most God-fearers did not convert but attended Jewish services and kept the commandments. The centurion has contributed toward the building of the synagogue. He does not approach Jesus directly but sends Jewish leaders to plead for help. The Jewish leaders try to make the case for the value of this outsider. The Centurion is not a Jew; he is a Roman and a part of the oppressive Roman system. And yet here he is in our Gospel this morning, asking for Jesus’ help.

The slave would have been the ultimate outsider—someone who has been completely marginalized. And it’s hard to imagine how anyone in the first century in Israel would see value in this individual. The surprise of this story is that the slave owner becomes the voice of concern and compassion for his voiceless slave.

We know that Jesus sees the needs of the least and the last; that is clear throughout the Gospels, especially the Gospel of Luke. Jesus sees beauty and value where others cannot. We see him reaching out to the poor, to women, to children, to those who were wounded and ridiculed, to those who were ostracized and to those who suffer from mental and physical illnesses. Jesus sees beauty and value in each supposed outsider and he welcomes them into his circle of love and kinship.

But we are surprised by his response to the wealthy centurion. Maybe he is moved by the compassion of the centurion for his slave. Maybe he is moved by the centurion’s humility and vulnerability at making the request and yielding to another’s authority. In this outsider Jesus finds a surprising faith and the catalyst of another person’s healing. Jesus says of the centurion, “I tell you, not even in Israel have I found such faith.” Jesus is saying, “This man gets it. This man knows God. This man sees others as God sees them—with value and beauty.”

The Centurion has faith in God who sees value and beauty in every human life—in those at the highest levels of society and those who are pushed to the margins and those mundane ordinary people in this world. God sees value and beauty in you and me and loves us beyond all that we could imagine.  

It is faith in God who brings together these unlikely players in a story of healing. The Centurion becomes a surprising hero and advocate and this reminds us of another story that comes up in our lectionary cycle in July. In that story Jesus tells us a parable about a Good Samaritan. Luke tells us a story about a good Centurion.

In our human drama, at the point of great need, the lines between who is inside and who is outside are blurred. At the Boston Marathon bombing, people rushed to help each other and they did not stop to check their credentials, or party affiliation, or race, or status, or religious background, or nationality, or sexual orientation. They were moved by deep compassion for those in need. At the point of human need there are no outsiders and insiders. Should it not always be so?

The Centurion has faith in God who brings us together around the table where there are no outsiders, only family. Sometimes the folks who pull their chairs up to this table side by side and share the bread and the cup together are surprising pairs. But here we are all God’s children, equal in every way, and we come to receive the blessed gift of grace.

During the height of apartheid in South Africa, Reverend Ike Maloabi was picked up by security police and detained without trial. Peter Storey and another minister were allowed to visit him and they took Holy Communion. They were placed in a corner with a prison officer to watch them.

Since Methodist have an open table, Peter invited the officer to join them. After some hesitation, he accepted. Peter writes, “And Methodists always served the least of Christ’s brothers and sisters first, don’t we? So I passed the cup to Ike, and he drank. And Methodists would never take communion before offering it to the stranger in their midst, so the cup was naturally passed next to the prison officer. Now this white Afrikaner had a dilemma. He realized that if he wanted to receive the means of God’s grace, he would have to place his lips for the first time in his life on a cup from which a black man had just drunk. You have to come from South Africa to know what that means. After a long pause, he took the cup and he drank—and for the first time, I saw a hint of a smile on Ike’s face.” (With God in the Crucible, pp. 70-71) I suspect there was a smile on the face of God as well.

Our communion table is not very big, but it symbolizes a great banquet table so long and large that one cannot see to the end of it. Picture it in your mind’s eye (close your eyes if that helps your imagination). See the long table and try to see to the end of it as it disappears over the horizon. See the people sitting in chairs around the table. Some are in wheelchairs. I see a woman signing the words of the liturgy to her friend who is deaf. I see a young man who cannot see me for he is blind. He leans forward to smell the bread and the juice and the sweet aromas make him smile. He reaches out to gently touch the crust of the bread, the stem of chalice. I see people of every nation and race gathered side by side. I see families of all kinds and single folks and a young woman assisting an older woman to her chair. Little children are running around everywhere. I see a Roman centurion with his arm around his young slave.

And I see Jesus standing there. He’s walking back and forth and helping people find their seats and he’s smiling. He’s saying something, a word he keeps repeating over and over. Can you hear him? Listen, he’s saying, “Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful . . .  .”

 

Sermon transcript for May 26, 2013

When the Spirit Comes
John 16:12-15
Belmont UMC—May 26, 2013
Ken Edwards, preaching

This morning I want us think together about the work of the Holy Spirit.
When I was child we still referred to the Spirit as the Holy Ghost, and I found the notion of a holy ghost frightening. There was a dark storage area under the steps in the basement of our church and occasionally I’d go in there with my Dad to retrieve extra folding tables or chairs for pot luck suppers. The storage area was full of junk, like old rummage sale signs, discarded Vacation Bible School crafts and casserole dishes that had been left behind. In the corner was Pastor Jim’s famous rugged cross that he built and set in the middle of the chancel because he thought were too squeamish about suffering. As soon as he left our church, the Trustees took the cross down and put it in the storage room, replacing his rugged cross with a new, shiny brass one. As a child I thought the Holy Ghost must come out of that dark storage room at night and wander the halls of our church.

Somewhere along the way I came to understand the Spirit in a different way and the fear of the Spirit dissipated. But maybe there is something to be said for reclaiming, if not fear, then a healthy sense of respect and awe in the presence of the Holy Spirit.

There was a pastor who preached often at our church when I was kid. He was retired and would fill pulpits for pastors who were away on vacation. His name was John Kelly and he had Irish roots. His sermons were passionate and sometimes he would pound the pulpit and raise his voice. When he did he would slip into a distinct Irish brogue and I liked his voice and his passion. I remember one thing he said during those sermons. It was something like this, “I often hear people pray to be more like Jesus, without once considering the consequences. That can be a dangerous prayer and once you pray it you better prepared to duck.”

It’s possible that an equally dangerous and consequential prayer is found in these three words, “Come, Holy Spirit.” Allowing the Holy Spirit to come into our lives is powerful and transformative.

In the farewell discourses of Jesus from John 13 through John 17, Jesus prepares his disciples for his leaving. He promises them that they will not be left alone, but God will send the Spirit and he describes the work of the Holy Spirit to them. Much of what we believe about the Holy Spirit is found in these chapters of the Gospel of John.

The followers of the Way in Acts, sometimes called The Gospel of the Holy Spirit, dare to pray this provocative prayer, “Come, Holy Spirit!” Then they waited. We know that the Holy Spirit descended on them at Pentecost and the rest of Acts is one wild roller coaster ride.

We know from these texts that the Holy Spirit is the source of spiritual life within us. Jesus appeared to the disciples after the resurrection and found them huddled together in fear. The first thing he did was frighten them a little more by showing up and then he said, “Peace be with you.’ and then he breathed on them and said, ‘Receive the Holy Spirit.’” (John 20:22-23) The word for breath, spirit, and life (pneuma) is used interchangeably in the Greek. He breathed on them. He gave them life.

In her description of Pentecost, Barbara Brown Taylor writes, “They had sucked in God’s own breath and they had been transformed by it. The Holy Spirit had entered into them the same way it had entered into Mary, the mother of Jesus, and for the same reason. It was time for God to be born again—not in one body this time but in a body of believers who would receive the breath of life from their Lord and pass it on, using their own bodies to distribute the gift.”  (Home by Another Way, “The Gospel of the Holy Spirit” p. 144)

To pray, “Come, Holy Spirit!” is to pray that God will come into our lives and breathe new life into us and that life is the very life of God. Have you ever seen or participated in the resuscitation of someone whose life has gone out of them? It’s a powerful experience, isn’t it? The disciples are as good as dead spiritually. They are fearful, desperate, surrendered, and locked in a room. All their hopes and dreams have died and they have no sense of purpose and direction. Jesus breathes on them, resuscitates them, and sends them out into the world.

We come here on Sunday mornings for worship and we have one of the best choirs, one of the best music programs, in Methodism. I tell people that I come here for the music. Occasionally, one of us will preach a heartwarming and inspiring sermon. All this is good; all of this is a gift of God. But the choir cannot breathe new life into us. Nor can an inspiring sermon. Only the Holy Spirit can do that.

So we pray, “Come, Holy Spirit!” but don’t pray the prayer if you are satisfied with your life, your deeply rutted and boring life, because the Spirit will give you new life and purpose. It won’t be boring anymore; it will be adventurous!

We know that when the Holy Spirit comes, the Spirit forms us into something called the church. The Spirit gives each of us gifts of ministry and service. Here is some of that diversity we keep talking about. As we look around the room this morning we can identify so many different gifts of the Spirit. I believe that we are gifted by the Spirit and called to use those gifts in service to the church.

What would the church look like where everyone identifies their gifts and sets out to use them in service? It would be pretty transformative, but it’s supposed to be the norm not the exception. I believe that God has provided all the gifts we need in this church for the work of the ministry.

We had a capital campaign in one church I served and we put together a steering committee. The only person we were missing was someone who could help with publicity—posters, brochures, newsletters, etc. This was in the days before computers so it required skills that no one had. A woman named Kay had started coming to the church. On the Sunday after we formed the Steering Committee, she came to me after worship and said, “I want to join the church next Sunday.” We talked for a bit. I asked her where she worked. She answered, “I’m responsible for all the publicity for the company where I work. I put together their monthly newsletters, all their brochures and such. If you ever need any help with anything like that, let me know.”

I’ve had numerous conversations over the last couple of months with persons who have dared to pray, “Come, Holy Spirit!” and are now discerning where God is calling them. We have a number of young adults in our church who are discerning a call to ministry, what that means and where God is leading them. That’s exciting!

When the Spirit comes, we will be able to identify the gift of God in our lives. We will be moved to offer those gifts to help form the church that helps transform the world. “Come, Holy Spirit!”

Our Gospel text today says, “When the Spirit of truth comes, he will guide you into all the truth; for he will not speak on his own, but will speak whatever he hears, and he will declare to you the things that are to come.” (John 16:13)

The Holy Spirit leads us into an understanding of God and into a deeper relationship with God. We use words like spiritual nurture or spiritual formation to describe this work of the Spirit. John Wesley might have called this “sanctifying grace.”  This work of the Spirit is ongoing. This work of the Spirit comes through the spiritual practices of prayer, fasting, study, meditation, worship, etc. It may be that we will be open to something new through the music or the sermon on Sunday mornings.

This work of the Spirit means that we are continually being awakened to new truths about God and about ourselves in relationship with God. The way I think about God now is very different than it was 20 years ago or 40 years ago. 

The Gospel of John speaks of the Spirit as the Comforter or Counselor or Advocate. (John 14: 26) The Greek word there means “the one who is called along side of us.” I love that image of the Holy Spirit as God coming along side of us, walking with us, teaching us about God’s self, awakening us to new life, guiding our journey, and calling us to serve.

Let’s end today with a simple spiritual exercise. Let’s close our eyes and place our hands in front of us, maybe on our laps, palms up in a posture of receiving. Quietly and slowly breathe in and out. And as you do, imagine that those breaths are the very life God. Take a moment in silence.

Now, if you dare, say in a whisper, “Come, Holy Spirit!”


   

Sermon transcript for May 19, 2013

Belmont UMC—May 19, 2013
Heather Harriss, preaching

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Sermon transcript for May 12, 2013

You Are My Witnesses
Luke 24:44-53
Belmont UMC—May 12, 2013
Ken Edwards, preaching

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In Marilynne Robinson’s novel, Gilead, the Reverend John Ames, a Congregational Church pastor, the 3rd generation of pastors in his family, writes a memoir for his son. Ames married rather late in life and he has a young son, a seven year old. Realizing that his heart condition will someday take his life, Ames sets out to write down the things he wants his son to know and remember. He shares his family history, stories of his own grandfather, a radical abolitionist and of his father, a pacifist. He shares observations about life, being fully present to all that goes on around him. He marvels at the sense of awe and beauty he experiences as he watches two young men laughing and playing around with one another on the town street—a simple expression of friendship and joy. He proclaims his desire for his son “to live long. . . and love this poor perishable world.”

What words of wisdom, memories, thoughts or words of encouragement would you like to leave behind? If you knew you were leaving this earth soon, what would you want to say to your children or your friends?

Today’s text is for Ascension Sunday. Luke offers two versions of this story: the one here and one in Acts 1. In both texts Jesus bids the disciples farewell, promises the coming of the Holy Spirit and then tells them that they are witnesses to what God has done in and through him. Through the last chapters of the Gospels Jesus begins to prepare the disciples for his departure.

An alternative text for today is from John 17; John 13-17 are considered “farewell discourses,” 5 chapters of last words, words of farewell, words that intend to prepare the disciples for Jesus’ leaving them alone. In John 17 Jesus offers this beautiful prayer for the disciples, “I ask not only on behalf of these, but also on behalf of those who will believe in me through their word, that they may all be one. As you, Father, are in me and I am in you, may they also be in us, so that the world may believe that you have sent me.” (17:20-21)

For 5 long chapters Jesus bids the disciples farewell. And the disciples have questions for Jesus—they are simple questions like those of children. Imagine that Mother and Father gather their hats and coats and prepare to depart for the evening. Their children look up from their play and ask a series of predictable questions:  Where are you going? Can we come, too? Who’s going to stay with us? When will you come back?

And in these moments before leaving this earth, Jesus prays for them and tells them the things they will need to know to continue being his disciples. My understanding of these passages is quite simple. Jesus is saying, “I am leaving and you, the disciples/the church, will be the only evidence that I was here, that I lived with you, that I taught you, that I died for you and that I’m still alive. Here’s what you need to remember to get that right.”  He speaks to them about their relationship with each other and their relationship with the world.

In Luke Jesus describes the work of the disciples as the work of repentance and forgiveness. These words describe who we are as the people of God. “Repentance” implies that we are a people who have turned toward God. The Greek word for “repentance” in the New Testament (metanoia) means that we have “new minds” and we think differently about each other and about the world around us. We are the people who have embraced a new way seeing things—we have turned around and now see things as God sees them. It means that we see each person as a child of God. In each person we see hope and possibility and we hear God’s call to love each person as God loves them.

I was reading the story of Will Campbell in the newspaper last Sunday (Tennessean, May 5, 2013). Will is often called the “bootleg preacher.”  Will, a white man, was there when blacks were picketing lunch counters in Nashville, lunch counters that excluded blacks. Will was there when Dr. King was shot in Memphis; he was grieving and comforting others who grieved with him. He was there when black children entered white schools in Arkansas for the first time. Will is a prophet who believes God calls us to do things a little differently. Will believes this God calls us to love everybody. And for Will Campbell, a civil rights advocate, that means loving members of the Ku Klux Klan, as well. The Klansmen represent hatred and homegrown domestic terrorism perpetrated toward our black citizens. How can we be expected to love the Klan?

As I read some of Will’s story in the paper last week, I was struck by how high Jesus sets the bar for us. Does that mean I need to love a young man who casually set a backpack holding a bomb in the middle of crowd toward the end of the Boston Marathon? I’m going to carry that question around with me for a bit, but I think I know the answer. I know Jesus said we should love our enemies. That is indeed a radical new way of looking at the world around us. It is the repentant way of seeing things. If we loved our enemies, the world might remember that Jesus was here, teaching, leading, loving in a way that no one had experienced before.

In one church I served we used to invite people to pass the peace of Christ to one another with these words: “As forgiven and forgiving people, let us turn and pass signs of Christ’s peace among us.” The root idea of “forgive” means “letting go” of something we are holding onto tightly. We are people who forgive each other, letting go of grudges and letting go of past hurts and failures. I suspect Jesus knew his disciples, past and present, would have to learn to forgive each other in order for them to be witnesses of God’s love.

I had lunch with a friend the other day. I love this friend very much and we find much joy and grace in being together. But I know there have been times when we have had to forgive each other—it’s not as easy being my friend as one might expect. To be here with one another in this diverse community of faith, we will need to learn the spiritual practice of forgiveness, and as we do we will be witnesses of the One who forgives us and sets us free to live and serve. And maybe the world will remember that Jesus was here, teaching, leading, loving, forgiving and that he continues to do so.

My parents are here today. I grew up in a home where we didn’t sit around talking about theology. In our home we learned that faith is about something we do. We were taught to attend church where we could learn about God and grow in our understanding of who God is and what it means to live as God’s beloved children. In our home we learned that faith meant loving our neighbor, even when doing so was inconvenient or difficult. We learned, “Be kind to one another.” Faith is more than ideas; faith is action. Jesus would want his disciples to remember that.

In Luke 24 Jesus appears to the disciples who are standing around talking about the possibility of the resurrection. A couple of them claim to have seen Jesus on the way to Emmaus. Jesus appears and frightens them. He says to them, “Why are you frightened and why do doubts arise in your hearts? Look at my hands and my feet; see that it is I, myself. . . . He showed them his hands and his feet.” (vv. 38-40)

Later in this chapter Jesus prepares these disciples for his departure. In a way I think he is saying, “Now you must be my hands and my feet. When people see that you believe, see how you live, how you serve, how you care for the least of these, you will be witnesses of my life, my presence, my love.” Jesus sends the disciples to the ends of the earth to be his hands and feet.

I heard the Dean of Vanderbilt Divinity School say to the graduating class this week that they are to be translators of faith into action. He used those words of St. Francis, “Preach the gospel everyday, and if necessary, use words.” Our lives must model the life of Jesus and we must be ready to go and to serve where Jesus calls us.

The world must see Jesus in us or the world will not see Jesus. Jesus said, “I’m leaving and you will be the only evidence that I have been here. You must now be my hands and my feet.”

Let us close with these words of prayer, attributed to Teresa of Avila:

God of love, help us to remember
that Christ has no body now on earth but ours,
no hands but ours, no feet but ours.
Ours are the eyes to see the needs of the world.
Ours are the hands with which to bless everyone now.
Ours are the feet with which he is to go about doing good.

   

Sermon transcript for May 5, 2013

Another Vision—Setting Sail
Acts 16:9-15
Belmont UMC—May 5, 2013
Ken Edwards, preaching

When reading today’s text I recalled a book I read in my young adult years in which the author kept referring to the Christian life as The Great Adventure. I like the metaphor, and it is certainly applicable to many of these stories from Acts. It’s obvious that the early followers of Jesus began to respond to the resurrection of Jesus by living out this great adventure. Each day was a new experience and a new revelation. God was at work forming the community of followers called the church.

There are several things that are unique about this adventure. The first and most important is that it is not our adventure—it is God’s adventure. In the book of Acts it is the Spirit that is leading and guiding the followers of Jesus. In last week’s text it was the Spirit that gave Peter a vision that opened his eyes to a new way of seeing the world. The Spirit led him to move beyond the comfort of his well defined circle of Jewish followers. He saw God at work among the Gentiles in the very same way God had blessed the Jews. It was the Spirit led vision that changed the course of Christian history. You and I might not be here if Peter had not been opened to that vision.

In Acts we see Paul and the other apostles responding to the leading of the Spirit. At one point the Spirit stops them from going one place they had intended to go and redirects them. In the Book of Acts God is calling the shots. The Spirit is leading and making things happen. In today’s text Paul has a vision in which he sees a man from Macedonia pleading, “Come over to Macedonia and help us.” Paul responds to the vision by setting sail.

I like to know what is going to happen—what is predictable. I begin my day by making a list—you’ve heard about my list making. But I often look at that list and say, “God, that’s what I have planned for the day. What’s on your list? Make me open to your leading.” My mother always says, “You never know what is going to happen when you wake up in the morning.” That’s true of this great adventure we call the Christian life.

Some time ago I was part of the leadership team for a clergy retreat. I had several responsibilities—nothing complicated. One of the things I was asked to do was lead a hike during the free time. I had started to regret the commitment. I wanted that time to myself for some solitude and quiet. I was pleased when it started raining that morning. But by the time of the hike the rain had stopped. So I went to the gathering place hoping no one would show up. Two clergy were there waiting for me and we set out. Not long into our hike I realized that I was hiking with two very wounded persons and they began to pour out their pain and struggles to me. I thought, “God, I do not want to be on this hike with these people.” But that sometimes annoying sacred voice in my mind said, “You are exactly where you are supposed to be. Please pay attention.” At the end of our hike we circled up in prayer and support of one another and I have continued to be in contact with these wounded fellow travelers. I keep being reminded that it’s not about my plan; it’s about God’s plan.

We have been in a period of prayer and discernment at Belmont for some time now and we hope that process will lead us to a strategic plan for the church. But let’s remember that it must be God’s strategic plan, not ours, and we would not want it any other way.    

To experience this adventure we must be ready to respond when God calls, we must be ready to go where the Spirit leads. Like Paul we must be prepared to set sail. Douglas Steere wrote, “The wind of God is always blowing but we must hoist our sails.” (I’m indebted to Steve Bryant for this quote.)

Another distinctive of this adventure is that we will encounter many special friends along the way. These new friends will enrich and bless our lives. Because of Paul’s obedience to the Spirit he meets a woman named Lydia. Lydia is described as a “God worshipper. . . . and a dealer in purple cloth.” She is a business woman, dealing with the elite class of people in Philippi, who were allowed to wear the color purple. She was a Gentile who was attracted to Judaism and interested in what Paul has to say. She eagerly listens to Paul and then asks to be baptized. It is not likely that this Pharisee turned Christ follower would have sat and talked with women under any other circumstance, but following the Spirit’s call takes us to surprising places and to surprising encounters with the people God puts in front of us.

Look around this place and give thanks for those you have met because you allowed the Spirit to lead your life. I could share my faith story in the context of those persons whom I have met along the way--lay and clergy, saints of God, who have loved me, sometimes against all odds, and who have taught me, inspired me, and held me accountable to be a better human being, a better pastor, a better friend, a better husband and father, than I could have ever been without them. This was not on my radar when I followed the call of God into ministry. I was thinking of what I would do for others but more often than not I am on the receiving end of great blessing because these surprising encounters with God’s people. Who are some of the people you have met because you have set out on this adventure called the Christian life?

On this adventure we will experience transformation. We will experience our ongoing transformation and the miraculous transformation of others. Because those early Christ followers yielded themselves to the Spirit’s leading they were witnesses to life changing events. Lydia would not only be baptized but would offer her home as a place of hospitality. And it is likely that Lydia’s faith and home were the centers of a new movement of God in Philippi.

I had learned of Andy’s illness and hospitalization as his parents left church on Sunday morning. I didn’t know him but I felt compelled to visit him anyway. On Monday I tentatively knocked on his hospital room door and introduced myself to him. He welcomed me into his room, into his life and into his journey with cancer. Months later he would stand in front of our church, where he and his family had become involved, and he would say that my visit was the beginning of an incredible life transformation. I was surprised by his words because I was, and am, pretty sure it was the other way around.

I suspect that the Apostle Paul felt much the same way with his encounter with Lydia. We keep learning how important it is to follow the Spirit’s lead and every time we do we are once again surprise by where God takes us, who we meet along the way, and what incredible transformations take place in us and in others.


Jesus meets us here today and asks, “Do you love me?”

We respond, “Yes, Lord, you know that we love you. Yes, Lord, we will feed your sheep.”

   

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