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Sermon transcript for July 21, 2013

Distracted by Many Things
Luke 10:38-42
Belmont UMC—July 21, 2013--8:15 Service
Ken Edwards, preaching

As a young pastor I led a Wednesday night Bible study. This was a wonderful group of friends and the group grew in our love for one another. One of our older friends was a woman named Nancy. Nancy was doer. She would come in and set up the coffee. On quilting days at church she was there to set out the supplies. She was on the altar guild and enjoyed polishing the brass, changing the paraments and attending to each detail.

One night at Bible study someone suggested that it would be radical to live each day as our last. If you knew this was your last day on the planet, what would you do? We went around the room as each person shared their thoughts.

One said, “I would get my affairs in order, find an attorney, go over my will.” Another said, “I’d spend all day with my family.” Yet another said, “I’d share my faith story with my parents who have never understood my interest in the church.”

When we came to Nancy, she said, “This is easy. I’d clean out my closets. There is no way I’m leaving that mess behind for someone else to see.”

In her defense, on quilting days, after Nancy set everything up for the quilting team, she would bring two cups of coffee in my office and we would sit together and have the most incredible conversations. This was our time to solve the world’s problems—at least that’s what we called it. And Nancy could be the most focused and attentive listener.

When we studied today’s text in Bible study one night, Nancy defended Martha, saying, “Martha was right; Mary should have been more helpful.” And haven’t we all felt that way. If Mary would have been more helpful, then maybe both of them would have had more time with Jesus.

And I’ve never been willing to preach a sermon bashing Martha, because Martha seems to be doing what Jesus teaches: serving and caring for the needs of others.

But we may see ourselves in Martha—even identifying with her frustration with Mary’s lack of help. A lot of us have said, “Mom, make my sister help me with the dishes.” The scripture tells us that Martha was “distracted by many things” and the word “distracted” in Greek is perispao which means vision that is “dragged around” or not focused on any one thing.

A lot of us can identify with the life that is dragged around, not focused, distracted.

He was in the right lane traffic and I was in the left lane and I was watching him because I had this sense that he was going to do something erratic. And he did, he turned left in front of me and I slammed on the brakes. I could see the problem: he had a cell phone in one hand, and in the other hand that was clutching the steering wheel, was a cigarette. He was too distracted to be driving.

We are the multitasking culture. Some of us make more mistakes because we think we can do so many things at one time. We are like those plate spinners that we used to see on television variety shows, who run from pole to pole to keep our plates from falling to the floor.

All my life I have heard people say, “If I could start over again, I would live differently. I’d be more focused on my family and my friendships. I would stop more and smell the roses and pay attention to simple things.” But we don’t get another chance.

Sometimes life experiences, even crises, bring our lives into focus. Writer, Stephen King, was hit by a car in 1999 while he was walking along the road near his home. The driver did not stop and this near death experience caused him to rethink his life, his preoccupation with material things and his need to give back and live more generously.

He was lying in a ditch covered in mud and blood, with his broken tibia protruding through his jeans. He said, “I was aware that I had my Master Card in my wallet, but when you’re lying in a ditch, with broken glass in your hair, no one accepts Master Card.”

We find ourselves torn between wanting a life that is more focused on the truly important and valuable gifts of life and living one that is scattered all over the place.
In the Gospel story the focus is on Jesus, on the sacred, on a God moment, a moment not to be missed. The Marthas among us will often miss those moments.

Mary as a metaphor for Sabbath.
When I read this text I like to think of Mary’s life as a metaphor for Sabbath. Mary is stopped, she is still and she is focused. Sabbath is a time to stop, to stop working, to stop busyness. It is a time to be still and quiet and reflective. It is allowing space for the sacred to happen.

I may be preaching to myself here because Sabbath keeping is a goal for me, not often a reality. Sabbath is often illusive. My days off from work begin with a list of chores to be marked off throughout the day.

I read Marva Dawn’s book, Keeping the Sabbath Wholly, a few years ago and it caused me to long for more of those times when I can make space for God’s renewal and healing to come. It has become required reading for those who are on the way to ordination in our Conference—my small influence at work. 

Our culture is not comfortable with inactivity and stillness. We don’t reward people who stop work. We call them “lazy.” Being still and quiet is disconcerting for some folks. We are more comfortable with doing than we are with being. We describe who we are by telling people what we do most of the time—that’s our identity.

I haven’t announced this to the whole church but I have a one month renewal leave coming up—between August 15 and September 15. We are supposed to take one of these every 5 years and I will end this conference year with 40 service years, according to the Board of Pensions. I have never taken a renewal leave. My goal during that leave is to be quiet, read and meditate and do simple things. I will be doing some writing, as well. People keep asking me, “What are you going to do on your leave?” This question bothers me, because the point of my leave is to focus on who I am with God, not what I can accomplish during 30 days away.

We reward those who are overworked to the point of being burned out. In seminary we used to quote this little poem, “Mary had a little lamb, among her many sheep, who became a Methodist pastor and died from lack of sleep.”

We need Sabbath times, and if not whole days, then Sabbath moments. Something happens within us during those times. We change. We become more focused and we see things that we had missed before. We become more fully aware of our selves and we allow that space for God to come, to speak, to heal and to guide.

Mary as a metaphor for true worship.
It is possible for us to see Mary’s life as a metaphor for true worship, as well. Our hearts hunger for worship, time set apart and given to God, time to allow ourselves to wonder at the awesomeness of God.

Martha seems to be confused with who is the host. She thinks that she is the host to Jesus, but when Jesus is in the house, he is always the host. Sometimes we plan worship as though we are trying to plan an event that Jesus would be happy to attend. When we come to worship, Jesus is always the host and we are the invited guests. We begin the worship service with a call to worship or greeting. This is not a time for us to call God to come and join us, but for us to hear God calling us to worship. We call that grace! We come here week after week to sit at the feet of Jesus, our host.

It is a beautiful and grace-filled experience to come here each week, to break the bread of life and to share from the cup that reminds us of God’s love for us.

In worship, like Sabbath, something happens to us. Our eyes become focused on what is real and important. We are reminded of who we are and whose we are. We look around at the people of God with grateful hearts. We grow closer to God and closer to one another.

God has our attention! Thanks be to God!

Growing in Love
Mark 12:29-31
Belmont UMC—July 21, 2013
Ken Edwards, preaching

(This brief sermon was offered to the congregation on the Sunday we worship with members from Thailand and Burma. Everything was translated so we could worship together and share Holy Communion with one another.)

Jesus said that the first commandment is to love the Lord with all our heart, all our soul, all our minds, and all our strength. This is who we are as God’s children. We are the ones who love God with everything we are and everything we have.

Jesus said the second commandment is this, “You shall love your neighbor as yourself. There is no other commandment greater than these.” Last week we read the story of the Good Samaritan and we learned that a neighbor is anyone who needs us.

We love God and keep this sacred promise because God first loved us. 1 John 4:7 reads, “Beloved, let us love one another, because love is from God.” Verse 19 reminds us that, “We love because God first loved us.”

The mission statement of our church is taken from this passage from Mark. It states: “We are a community of Christ followers growing in love of God and neighbor.”

The word “growing” is important to our mission. It means that we always have more to learn. It means that we are learning to love God more fully. It means we are learning to love our neighbors in more meaningful ways.

It means that we are finding new pathways to knowing God and God’s purpose for our lives. It means we are finding new ways to break down barriers and love our neighbors and one another.

We grow in our love for God and neighbor as we come together for worship, for fellowship, to share our stories, to study scripture and to pray for one another and for friends throughout the world.

As we come for worship together today, our hearts are full of love and God is smiling on us.

We come from different lands and different cultures. We speak different languages. We like different foods: some like noodles and rice; others prefer hamburgers and French fries.

But we gather around one table, God’s table, and share the same food, God’s food of bread and wine. It is the food that binds us to one another and to God. At this table we speak one language, the language of God’s love for us in Jesus Christ.

Thanks be to God. Amen.

Jesus invites to love our neighbors, with the kind of love and compassion that stopped a Samaritan in his tracks on the road to Jericho, with love that reaches across boundaries and prejudice with help and healing.

How do we love our neighbors? Spontaneously, unconditionally, sacrificially, unilaterally, and maybe a little recklessly, because that is what Jesus would do.


Sermon transcript for July 14, 2013

Who Is My Neighbor?
Luke 10:25-37
Belmont UMC—July 14, 2013
Ken Edwards, preaching

The recent edition of Runners World Magazine features stories related to the Boston Marathon bombing. Not long ago I heard the editor of this magazine interviewed on National Public Radio and he spoke about the events of the day in May when the bombing took place near the finish line of the marathon. He had been along the race route that day and at one point had been near the location of the bombing. He learned of the bombing as he was boarding a train to go home to Connecticut to be with his wife and children.

He spoke of those runners who had trained all year and whose main life goal was to compete in the Boston Marathon and complete it. He spoke of those runners, near the finish line and realizing that bombs were injuring spectators, gave up their life long goal and ran to help those who were wounded. He said, “I like to think that’s what we would all have done, if we’d been there. I like to think that’s what I would have done, but I’ll never know. One never knows how we will respond at the moment of crisis.”

As we hear Jesus telling a story about a Samaritan who helped a wounded traveler along the Jericho road we must find ourselves asking the same question, “What would have I have done if I came upon this wounded man? How would I have responded?”

The parable is a familiar one—we learned it in Sunday School as children and because of its familiarity it may have lost some of its punch for those of us who have been around the church for awhile.

I recall using this parable for a preschool chapel devotional at my last church. I asked the 3 and 4 year olds to act out the different parts as I read the story. I had a team of “bad guys” ready to pounce on our unsuspecting traveler, when a brown eyed little girl looked up at me (I thought she was going to cry.) and said, “Oh, please, I don’t think I can be one of the bad guys.” So she walked across the chancel and joined the team of good Samaritans. Not surprisingly, several little boys on the front row raised their hands enthusiastically and said, “Pick me! Pick me! I’ll be a bad guy!” (Well of course you will, boys.)

In a youth group setting we took a number of parables and rewrote them in modern language and with modern settings. The youth were encouraged to think outside the box and be creative. One group used today’s text. It bothered me a bit when their version told the story of a man who was beaten along a familiar road and left for dead. The read their version, “And Pastor Ken, was on his way to the Finance Committee, and was too busy to stop and help.” They continued, “Then the District Superintendent came by and decided from his vantage point that the man was already dead so he kept going.” (I like that part better). “Then the Bishop came by. . .” None of us was left unscathed.  Their interpretation was correct: that we should look for ourselves in the story and ask, “What would we have done?”

The parable came as the result of a question from legal expert. Jesus told the crowds, “Love your neighbor.” The legal expert asked, “Who is my neighbor? Could you clarify that for me?” Frederick Buechner writes, “He presumably wanted something on the order of: “A neighbor (hereinafter referred to as the party of the first part) is to be construed as person of Jewish descent whose legal residence is within a radius of no more than three statute miles from one’s own legal residence, unless there is another person of Jewish descent (hereinafter referred to as the party of the second part) living closer to the party of the first part than one is oneself, in which case the party of the second part is to be construed as neighbor to the party of the first part and one is oneself relieved of all responsibility of any sort or kind whatsoever.’ Instead, Jesus told the story of a Good Samaritan, the point of which seems to be that your neighbor is anybody who need you.”
(Listening to Your Life)

A man was beaten and robbed on the road to Jericho, a familiar and dangerous stretch, a place where thieves waited for travelers. Probably Jesus’ hearers had been robbed along that same stretch of road or they knew someone who had. Two clergy-type folks passed by and did not help the victim. According to law, contact with a dead person would render them religiously unclean and unfit for temple duty. And the man looked dead, didn’t he?

And here is the surprise. It is a Samaritan who offered to help, and in no small way. He was generous beyond expectation. As Jesus’ hearers listened to this part of the story, their mouths would have dropped open in disbelief and shock.

The history of animosity between Jews and Samaritans was long and deep, and neither wanted much to do with the other—not since the Babylonian exile. Hundreds of years had passed and the hatred still ran deep. They worshipped at different temples and Jesus’ disciples, in another gospel story, offered to bring down fire on some Samaritans.
But a Samaritan stopped to help a Jewish victim, and at great cost to himself. Shocking!!

Maybe this parable tells us what Jesus would do. We like to ask the question, “What would Jesus do?” The question became a bit cliché over the last few decades, but it is a valid theological question. The problem with the question is that when we ask the question seriously we discover that we don’t like the answers so much. What would Jesus do? Jesus would cross the road to help the wounded victim, but more importantly, he would cross the cultural, social, and ethnic, religious, racial barriers that often divide us. Our nation needs a church that will model that kind of compassion.

Someone said that parables add to our religious uncertainty. Let me repeat that:  Parables add to our religious uncertainty. We thought we knew who our neighbors were until Jesus told us a parable about a Good Samaritan.

The thing is: we like our boundaries, our walls, our barriers that define who’s in and who’s out. Those boundaries create some odd sense of comfort for us. They take away the uncertainty. We like to draw boundaries. Jesus erases them. We build walls. Jesus tears them down. We wish Jesus would tell a parable that helps us understand who our enemies are. Instead, Jesus tells a parable that helps us understand who our neighbors are. The problem is: it turns out that the people we thought were our enemies are, in fact, our neighbors.  

The other way to look at this parable is from the view point of the victim. The victim has no choice in the story, but would this Jewish victim prefer the help of a Samaritan. Probably not.

I remember a story Ellsworth Kalas told us years ago at a pastors’ retreat. He was on his way downtown Cincinnati on a hot summer day to speak at a big luncheon. He was on the interstate and his car began to sputter and he noticed the gas gauge was on empty. He quickly exited into one of the worst parts of the city, into an area where mostly bars and questionable businesses existed. His car coasted to stop in front of a run down bar. This was before cell phones so he rolled the windows up and locked the doors and prayed.

Two rough looking men came out of the bar and walked earnestly toward his car. He was terrified of what they might do. One of men banged on the window and then looked Kalas in the eye through glass. He yelled, “Are you okay in there?” Kalas responded, “I’m out of gas.” The man yelled back, “Come inside where it’s cool.” Kalas, “I’m fine here.” Perspiration dripped off his nose and onto his lap.

The two men disappeared behind the bar and Kalas was relieved. In a few moments they reappeared with a gas can and began to fill his tank. He unlocked the door and came out and thanked the men. He said, “I felt stupid. I guess I wanted the Methodists to come and help me but they never showed up.” We will likely find ourselves on the receiving end of unlikely and surprising help and God will teach what it really means to be a neighbor.

The question is not, “Who is my neighbor?” We know the answer, even if we don’t like it or it inconveniences us. The question is, “How shall we love our neighbors?”  Jesus invites us to follow him. In a world that loves to draw boundaries and build barriers, Jesus invites us to be dare to care disciples who find themselves by losing themselves in service to others.

Jesus invites to love our neighbors, with the kind of love and compassion that stopped a Samaritan in his tracks on the road to Jericho, with love that reaches across boundaries and prejudice with help and healing.

How do we love our neighbors? Spontaneously, unconditionally, sacrificially, unilaterally, and maybe a little recklessly, because that is what Jesus would do.


Sermon transcript for July 7, 2013

Step into the Water
II Kings 5:1-14
Belmont UMC—July 7, 2013
Ken Edwards, preaching

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Today, I invite you to step into the water with a man named Naaman. The story of Naaman is a colorful and surprising story (and a bit humorous)—one of my favorites from the Hebrew Scripture. I recall a sermon on this passage preached by one of my professors. Actually, I only remember the title:  “Seven Ducks in a Muddy River.” The same professor preached a sermon Jesus casting demons into swine. He titled it, “Deviled Ham.” I’m not as clever with titles but I do invite you into the water for awhile this morning.

Naaman is the Secretary of Defense for a powerful and wealthy country, Aram, which has had a mixed history with Israel. Aram has been an enemy of Israel. Naaman is rich and powerful himself, and armies bow to him. But he is sick. He has contracted leprosy, a terrible disease with an equally awful stigma. It makes for awkward networking with heads of state when one cannot extend a hand.

He is ill, and this powerful and self-sufficient person, this mighty warrior, with armies at his disposal, does not have the power to heal himself. In the face of illness, Naaman finds him self vulnerable and helpless. And don’t we all at such times?

But there is one person in Naaman’s household who has an answer for his dilemma. This person is a young Jewish girl, who was kidnapped and taken into slavery and made to wait on Naaman’s wife. She courageously, offers this suggestion to his wife, “If only my lord were with the prophet in Samaria! He would cure him of his leprosy.” (v. 3) She is speaking of Elisha.

Hearing this, Naaman packs up a wagon load of silver and gold, and fancy clothes, because that’s how he is accustomed to negotiating these transactions. He takes a letter of recommendation from the King of Aram and he arrives at the door of the King of Israel. The King of Israel does not know what to do. Anticipating an international incident and seeing this as pretext to start up another war against Israel, the king throws up his hands and tears his clothes in despair.

Elisha hears about this and asks the King, “Why tear your clothes? Send him to me so he will know there is a prophet in Israel.” (Elisha sounds a little rude and cocky here.) So Naaman makes a grand arrival with horses and chariots at Elisha’s place. Try to picture the extravagance of each move by Naaman. But Elisha does not even go out to meet him and instead, sends a messenger, telling Naaman to go wash seven times in the Jordan River. Naaman is outraged that Elisha does not come out in person. He is used to more attention, more fanfare. And he’s insulted that he has to wash in the little Jordan River. Naaman was hoping for something grander—something to grab media attention.

Again, it’s the servants who intervene, “Father, if the prophet had commanded you to do something difficult, would you not have done it? All he said to you was, ‘Wash and be clean.’” So Naaman does the simple thing, immersing him self seven times in the Jordan and his flesh was restored like the flesh of a young boy.

Our lectionary stops there, but verse 15 continues, “Then he returned to Elisha, 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.’” And he offers money to Elisha, indicating that the conversion is not complete but it’s a good beginning.

The story speaks for itself.

This story is full of surprises. It is surprising when the rich and powerful become vulnerable. It’s surprising that healing and restoration come at the suggestion of slaves and servants. It is surprising that God’s grace and healing are offered to someone who is an outsider to Israel. It’s surprising to Naaman that his power and wealth cannot solve his problems.

Power and wealth cannot solve all of our problems either. Everything is not going to be better just because stocks turned upward in heavy trading on Wall Street or because we have the largest stockpile of weapons at our disposal. And you and I come here week after week to connect our lives with that which money cannot buy. You and I come here week after week to connect our souls to a power higher than all earthly powers.

This story teaches us about humility. Kathleen A. Robertson Farmer reminds us that the Hebrew words used here describe Naaman as a “big man” who expects a big deal to be made over him. The words used to describe the slave mean “little girl” and as a slave she is “the ancient world’s consummate non-person,” and yet she is the one with faith in God and knows the source of Naaman’s healing. (Feasting on the Word Year C,, Volume 3, pp. 196-201)

Someone once told me that to be humble means to be teachable. It means that I will always have much to learn and if I am humble I can learn from anyone, anywhere. It means when I’m attentive to what God is teaching me, I may be surprised by the ones who teach me. I have learned much from theologians and spiritual guides, but I’ve learned as much from thoughtful lay persons who have modeled the rhythms of God’s grace and from little children who have helped me understand the nature of God’s self.

Naaman is arrogant. And on this July 4th Weekend, we might reflect on the way in which the story of Naaman speaks to our arrogance. Arrogance is the opposite humility. Arrogance has nothing left to learn. Arrogance says, “I’m right and you are wrong.” Arrogance in our nation prevents us from engaging in civil discourse and from solving our country’s many problems.

This is a story of healing. In this story God and God’s grace come together to bring both physical and spiritual healing to Naaman. Scholars say that Naaman’s 7 dips in the Jordan foreshadow Jesus invitation into the waters of baptism in the Gospels.

I love the sacraments of Baptism and Holy Communion. We come to the table and break bread and drink from the cup together. We dip our toes or fingers into the waters of baptism. And in those moments of grace, the church gets it right. Because at the table and beside the water, there are no big people or little people, no slaves or free, no rich or poor, no male or female, no gay or straight, no Republican or Democrat, no significant or insignificant. At the communion table and at the baptismal font we come with one name and one identity and that name and that identity is “child of God.”

And in those moments of grace, when we finally get it right, we get a glimpse of the kingdom and a glimpse of the fulfillment of what we pray each Sunday, “Thy kingdom come; thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.”


Sermon transcript for June 30, 2013

The Big Road Trip
Luke 9:51-66
Belmont UMC—June 30, 2013
Ken Edwards, preaching

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The Edwards family is known for our long road trips; we just returned from at trip to New Mexico, driving over 3000 miles. We have driven further on other trips. We once drove to Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia with two young children in the car. What were we thinking? On two consecutive years we drove out west. We took a northern route one year to Glacier National Park, Yellowstone and the Grand Tetons National Parks. We took the southern route the next year to Mesa Verde, Brice, and Grand Canyon National Parks. We once flew to California and then rented a car and drove all the way to Victoria, British Columbia. We flew to Idaho once, rented a car and drove to the Ice Fields of Canada.

We tried to play games with small children in the car to look for ways to occupy ourselves on those long trips. Driving across Kansas with 2 small children in the car we offered prizes for good behavior every 2 hours. Once we arrived at our campsite at Rocky Mountain National Park, the two boys ran around and around the campsite with pent up energy.

The first day of those trips were usually the longest. We would leave before daylight so the kids would sleep for a few hours. Then they would wake up and we would hear, “He’s touching me.” “He’s looking at me.” “How much longer will it be?” “Are we there yet?”

Those long days of driving in a minivan filled with too much stuff were tests of how much we loved each other. By the end of the day we would know what kind of Christians we were. We often failed the test.

I always laughed in those hotel rooms where they would provide a little door sign that you hang over the doorknob of you hotel room. One side read, “Please clean this room.” The other side read, “Please do not disturb.” I would laugh because the only people who were apt to disturb me were in the room with me.

Road trips, journeying, traveling: these are metaphors for our faith.

Abraham and Sarah and an entourage of family and servants and farm animals set out from Ur to find a new land God had promised.

Moses and the Hebrews, liberated from captivity, journeyed in the wilderness for a generation, looking for a new home.

Along the way they learned about God and about being together in community. They could be noble and courageous and faithful, and they could be irritable and impatient as five people stuck in a minivan for 10 hours. They experienced heroic faith and faithless despair. They complained a lot and kept asking God, “Are we there yet?” But God never abandoned them. God was faithful.

Their lives become an example of how we travel on this great road trip we call Christianity. We are wanderers, pilgrims, sojourners, and strangers (or immigrants), who are in the world but of the world, and we are on the move.

In Luke 9 Jesus begins his journey toward Jerusalem. It will not be an easy journey. Followers will leave him and betray him. Whole towns will reject him. And his words in this passage seem harsh and unrealistic, but his words underline the seriousness of what he is about and who we are called to be.

Toward the end of her book, Leaving Church, Barbara Brown Taylor writes about a similar passage in Luke—a passage in which Jesus tells his would-be followers that they must reject members of their own family to be his disciples. She concludes that this was Jesus way of telling people to go home—that they didn’t need to go to Jerusalem and die with him.

She writes, “He needed people to go back where they came from and live the kind of lives that he had risked his own life to show them:  lives of resisting the powers of death, of standing up for the little and the least, of turning cheeks and washing feet, of praying for enemies and loving the unlovable. That would be plenty hard enough for most of them.” (p. 229) So, the journey we are on with Jesus is not an easy one and it is never to be taken lightly.

Our faith experience is about the journey itself. Many of our people get too focused on the destination, but our shared life is really about the journey—the destination will take care of itself.

God keeps trying to teach me this but the conversion is slow. I’m goal focused. On the hiking trail I’m trying to get to the waterfall and back to the trailhead. On a road trip, if someone says, “Could we turn around and go back so we can take a photo of that old barn?” The idea of turning around and going back is offensive to me. Turn around? Go back? We have make up time, get to our destination.

God is teaching us that it is about the journey, about paying attention along the way. It is like we pray each Sunday, “Help us to be present to God, as God is present to us.” Someone said, “The way we live our life is determined by how we live our days.” It is about how we live each day that God gives us--how fully attentive and present we are to what is doing in the world..

It is about the journey because on the journey we learn how to live in community. We learn about God, about how to be obedient to God’s call on our lives, about making a difference in the world, about widening our circle to include others. On this journey we grow deeper in our faith.

It is interesting that when the Israelites finally crossed the river and settled in the land and codified their rules for traveling into law, they included a rule for hospitality for other wanderers, strangers, immigrants, because they had once been strangers in other peoples’ lands.

People who journey together get hungry. We never go on a road trip without snacks. If people start to grumble we can feed them and buy a little more time. On our journey of faith God provides nourishment for the travel.

When the people of Israel journeyed they complained of empty stomachs and God provided manna from heaven.

When Elijah was hungry in Zarephath, God used a poor and starving widow to feed him and God provided a continual supply of nourishment to bless this woman’s act of sharing.

When John journeyed in the wilderness he was hungry enough to eat locusts and honey.

After Jesus journeyed into 40 days of fasting and temptation, the scripture says that angels came and ministered to him. I like to think they brought food with them.

When Jesus journeyed to the hilltop for a teaching session with thousands of people, he instructed the disciples to feed them because he had compassion on them and did not want them to go away hungry.

When Elijah ran for his life and lay down under a tree. He gave up and went to sleep and when he woke up, he saw cake and water. An angel said, “Get up and eat, otherwise, the journey will be too much for you.”

We journey and we grow hungry and weary and God feeds us with surprising moments of grace that fill us up. Sometimes the journey will seem like too much to handle, and God will feed us with the encouragement of fellow travelers. God feeds us in these rich moments of worship and prayer.

When our oldest son was between his 2nd and 3rd year of life, I was serving as the associate pastor at Forest Hills UMC in Brentwood. Lars was whisked away each Sunday to the nursery and then to children’s church. He was seldom present in worship with us.

I was invited to my home church to preach and assist in the baptism of my nephew. It was a communion Sunday and it was the first time our little one had been in worship when communion was served. He knelt at the altar beside his mother and I served him a piece of bread and a tiny cup of grape juice. I smiled at him and moved on to the next person. (As a parent you sometimes have this awareness when something is about to happen, but it comes about a half a second too late for you to respond. I had that moment of awareness—too late.)

Lars said in a loud voice, “Daddy, that was good. Can I have some more?” I tried to ignore him. He got louder! I looked to Kathryn for help and she picked him up and took him out. All the time he was saying, “I just wanted some more juice.”

I made a mistake 27 years ago. And if I could go back and relive that moment, I would say, “Sure Son, you can have some more.” And then I would have turned to the congregation and said, “Don’t all of you want more? This is the bread which has come down from heaven. This is the promise of God’s love for us. This is God’s food for the journey. Come all who hunger from travel and be filled.”



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