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Sermon transcript for September 30, 2012

Living God’s Dream in Community
Mt. 16:13-18; James 5
Belmont UMC—September 30, 2012
Ken Edwards (with Bill Lane)

In the Gospel of Matthew Jesus asked his disciples, “Who do people say that the Son of Man is?” And Simon Peter answered, “You are the Messiah, the Son of the living God.” And Jesus answered him, “Blessed are you, Simon, son of Jonah! For flesh and blood have not revealed this to you, but my Father in heaven. And I tell you, you are Peter, and on this rock I will build my church, and the gates of Hades will not prevail against it.” (16:13-18)

It’s a powerful statement, especially with what we know about Peter, who later in the Gospel story, does not look much like a rock, a firm foundation, upon which to build anything. He looks more like a fault line!

“Living God’s Dream” is our theme for 5 Sundays through October 21st as we move toward making pledges of our giving to support the ministries of the church. When we think about Living God’s Dream for the church, what does that look like in our minds?

What did Jesus envision when we spoke of building the church? The Greek word for church, ekklesia, means “those who are called out.” Like Peter and the other disciples we are community of people called by Jesus. Who is Jesus calling us to be?  

We’ve been reading through the Letter of James in this Lectionary cycle and James has lots of practical advice, some of it stated in strong language, about what it means to be the church. And it appears that the early church was trying to understand what it meant to live toward God’s dream for them, as a group of people, coming together in expressions of faith.

Here are some snapshots of church life from the Letter of James: It is a place where expressions of generosity are reminders of God’s generous grace. In the church we hear the word and act upon it. In the church we use our words to encourage and build up, never to tear down. In the church we learn that status does not exist in the mind of God. In the church we care for one another and help meet the needs of those who are lacking. In the church we learn to put aside our selfish pursuits and agendas. In the church we work out our differences in an atmosphere of grace and unity. In the church we pray for one another and bear one another’s burdens. And it is in the church that we ask daily for Godly wisdom, because we know we cannot survive without it.

And all these years later we still struggle to fully understand who God is calling us to be, but we keep moving toward this dream of God anyway. I suspect we all have images, snapshots, in our minds that describe what we think church is about.

As United Methodist people we know that we are a covenant church. Long ago when our founder, John Wesley, started class meetings, the people were bound together in love and they held each other accountable to faithful living, and they were serious about it, too. We continue to speak the words of our covenant with God and we repeat them every time a new member joins the church. We promise to support the church with our prayers, our presence, our gifts, our service and our witness. Sometimes, we say those words quickly and we forget how transformative they can be when taken seriously.

It had snowed on Saturday night—that’s a pastor’s nightmare. The pastor has to make a decision about opening the church but knows that few people will venture out on a morning like that. I made the decision to cancel the early service and Sunday School, but to hold the later service and that decision necessitated dozens of phone calls in a time before email and websites. I drove on snow covered streets to the church and began to help the custodian shovel the walks and porches to make them somewhat safe.

Thirty minutes before the late service was to start, a car pulled into the driveway. Inside the car was an older couple. The wife was driving; the husband had given up his driving privileges when he reached his late 80’s. They were very faithful to the church and had been involved in every aspect of the church’s life. His claim to fame was that, at age 80, against everyone’s advice, he had climbed to the top of the bell tower and painted the peeling roof—because it needed a coat of paint.

His name was Garland and I approached the car to help him and his wife. I said, “Garland, this is a terrible day for you to be out on the roads. You could easily fall and break a limb.’ Garland was feeble and stooped, and he cocked his head to one side to look me in the eye. The look he gave me was not a pleasant one. He said, “All these people keep joining the church here and you keep making us repeat these words, ‘With you we renew our vows to support the church with our prayers, our presence, our gifts and our service.’ Well. I am present.”  He took the covenant he made with God and with the others in the church very seriously.

We promise to pray for our church and we have entered into a season of prayer and discernment and seek God’s guidance in developing a strategic plan for the church. We asked, “What are God’s dreams for us as the people of Belmont UMC? Where is God leading? Where do we hear God’s call?”

We promise to be present here on Sunday mornings and at events throughout the week. Our presence is important to the life and vitality of the church. We love each other we need each other. In the spirit of the African concept of ubuntu, which means “I am because you are,” we know that we are defined and enriched by each other’s presence.

We promise to give to the church and we give in faith because we do not always see the life changing results of our giving. Some folks would rather give to capital funds, which are important as well, but our regular giving may indeed change the life of someone we will never meet or know and we give in faith. That kind of giving has a cumulative impact, like compound interest. We change a life, and that persons changes two lives and those two persons change several more.

We promise to serve the church—to hear God’s call be engaged in hands on service for Jesus Christ. Bill and Mary Ruth Lane live in Fairview, TN and come here each week to worship and to teach the Senior High Sunday Class. They are committed to working with our teens and as a father, as well as a pastor, I’m grateful for their service. I’ve asked Bill to come and share about an exciting ministry of the youth and their partnership in feeding the hungry.

This all started for me several years ago when Mary Ruth and I attended a seminar at Focus on The Family in Colorado Springs. The subject matter was "Balancing family life with your professional life." Upon our return I spent quite a bit of time thinking about the things I enjoyed doing that would help "balance" my life. Being self employed as an attorney has its ups and downs. I definitely needed balance!

The activities I enjoyed included several things which lead me outdoors. Backpacking,
Kayaking, Mountain Biking, Fly Fishing....Despite being able to do all of this, there was
something that was obviously missing. Mary Ruth had always told me to "be still and listen" so I gave it a try... It works.

Shortly thereafter I realized that my connection to the earth was where I could find solace. We had the opportunity to purchase the farm where we live now back in 2006. After spending time out there on the weekends, I decided that "I was going to have a garden." That's when it started.

So in 2008 I had the equipment and the desire to get things going. As Mary Ruth will tell you I have a tendency to go a little overboard. I didn't want just a garden spot. So I put in a garden that was one-half acre and another half-acre which is an orchard. The garden was an immediate success. We had stuff growing out of ours ears. This was the next issue to deal with. We didn't can things and had no storage. So the question became what do we do with all these vegetables?

By this time we had returned to Belmont and were teaching the Sr. High Sunday School Class, and after a couple of years giving things away, and you can only give so much yellow squash away, and letting things rot in the garden, I had started having discussions with Mary Ruth about the fact we were being so wasteful and having been blessed with the garden we were not being good stewards with what God had provided. Don't get me wrong, I was having a great time and the garden offered the transition I was looking for from being at work to being at home. But there was something obviously lacking. However, the lack of stewardship was pretty heavy.

Then the idea hit. Why not supply a need for fresh vegetables in the Nashville community. I have always kept in mind the quote that "ideas without action are only hallucinations" and knew that it would be impossible to do this without help. Where could I turn for the help? That's when I approached Chris and with his help, we implemented the program that we have today. The Garden is good and God has made it grow abundantly this year even with the drought. You learn real quick that God has his own plan and it does not necessarily conform to your own. I contacted Tallu Quinn at the Nashville Food Project and needless to say she was thrilled. No one had ever offered up a food source like this.

The kids started coming out in early March of this year and with the assistance of parents and other volunteers built a 12 x 20 foot hoop house and planted some twenty-five flats full of various vegetable seed. When the weather broke, more kids, parents and volunteers came out and the ground was broken and everyone joined in planting more vegetables. The vegetables that were started in the hoop house went into the ground and when I looked up one weekend, the entire garden was planted and growing. We had Potatoes, Green Beans, Swiss Chard, Pac Choy, cauliflower, tomatoes, kale, corn and so on. It was truly amazing.

One instance that has stuck with me is when we were getting the potatoes out of the ground. We had several varieties and there was an abundance! Was that we had one child who was down in the dirt and pulled out a potato and looked at me and asked the question, very seriously "can I eat this?" I said yes but leave the dirt. He wasted no time. We ended up with about two hundred pounds ofpotatoes alone and parents so you know we don't use any chemicals at all.

Looking back we had ten youth and twelve adults that would take turns rotating in and out on a regular basis. Groups returned throughout the Spring and into Summer. It was great and God's presence was obvious. The fellowship was wonderful. The opportunity to meet and get to know parents, kids and other adults in a different setting has helped me grow in how I relate to others and given me a further understanding of what God had in mind all along.

By the end of the Summer, the garden, through God's plan and the help of the community right here today, was one of four which supplied over five hundred pounds of fresh vegetables to the Nashville Food Project who in turn took those vegetables and prepared 2,400 hot nutritious meals per month with the help of 1200 volunteer hours. It was a lot of work but it was good work.

We promise to be a witness for Jesus Christ, to share our faith stories, and to live in a way that speaks of Christ’s presence in the world. I like the words that are attributed to St. Francis, “Preach the gospel everywhere, and if necessary, use words.”

If we live this covenant we have made with each other, we will live toward God’s dream for us and we will be living witnesses of God’s expansive love in the world.


Sermon transcript for September 16, 2012

High Expectations
Mark 8:27-38
Belmont UMC—September 16, 2012
Ken Edwards, preaching

When I was serving the church in Lebanon, Tennessee, I received a call in the office one day. The call was from a couple who had visited the church on the previous Sunday. The husband made the call and the wife was listening in. He said, “We visited on Sunday and the people were very friendly. We enjoyed the music and the sermon and we are thinking about joining up.” I said, “That’s great! Can we set up a meeting to talk about membership?”

He said, “I guess, but I need to make a few things clear before we join. One is that we are retired now and we have decided that we will not be volunteering to serve on committees or teaching or things like that. We really want to be under the radar. And we don’t make pledges to giving campaigns. What we are looking for is a church where we come and enjoy worship on Sundays and be pretty much left alone.”

After a long pause, I said, “Actually, we ask new members to commit to support the church with their prayers, presence, gifts, service and witness. So may I recommend you try First United Methodist? I think you’ll fit better there.” I never told the pastor First UMC that I did that. I probably owe someone an apology.

I was at a workshop a few weeks ago and one of the presenter’s slides read simply, “High Expectation Churches Grow; Low Expectation Churches Die.”

These were some of the thoughts that were floating through my head when I was reading these words of Jesus in Mark 8. And I was thinking about being a part of the church during an era of church growth experts, who encourage churches to give what people what they want so they will stay put and quit church shopping. We all want to be a part of the full service church.

Barbara Brown Taylor notes, “The effort to please does not stop once people decide to join the church. A good parish minister will work hard to make sure that worship is satisfying, that Christian education is appealing, that plenty of opportunities for fellowship and service exist. A well-run church is like a well-run home, where members can count on regular meals in pleasant surroundings, with people who generally mind their manners.” (Bread of Angels, pp. 46-47) She concludes that Jesus would not have been a successful parish minister.

And then I read today’s Gospel text. Listen again to some of these words. Jesus asks the disciples, “Who do people say that I am?” They respond with some of the things they are hearing on the streets. And then Jesus asked, “Who do you say that I am?” Peter answered, “You are the Christ.” That was the correct answer, but it’s likely that Peter had a different understanding what being “the Christ” meant.

Jesus describes what it means to be “the Christ” in these words, “The Son of Man must suffer many things and be rejected by the elders, chief priests, and the legal experts, and be killed, and then, after three days, rise from the dead.” (v. 31) Peter did not like this answer and he tried to scold and correct Jesus. Jesus said, “Get behind me, Satan. You are not thinking God’s thoughts, but human thoughts.” (v. 33)

The text seems to answer two questions: What does it mean to be Jesus? What does it mean to be a follower of Jesus? And the answers to both questions are hard to hear.

Jesus does not live up to Peter’s messianic expectations. Peter expects Jesus to be a strong, invincible savior, a super hero, who can conquer all his people’s foes. The disciples have been following Jesus and listening to his profound teachings. They have been witnesses to stunning miracles and they been amazed at Jesus’ compassion and power. They have been plotting how wonderful it will be to in this leader’s cabinet. They are well into this journey when Jesus drops this bomb on them. Suddenly he is talking about suffering and rejection and they must be wondering if they have embarked on the wrong trip.

I doubt that we want a Jesus who is a conquering hero, a super savior who can defeat our enemies. But we must admit that we would like a Jesus who is a little more domesticated, a Jesus who blends into our culture a little more smoothly. We want a Jesus who is more like us: a Republican or a Democrat, an optimist, a vegan or a progressive, or whatever we want him to be. We want a softer savior, a gentler Jesus and not one who talks about suffering and rejection.  And no, he does not live up to our expectations; he lives up to God’s expectations. God seeks not only to enter into our world and to know us more intimately, but enters into our suffering as well. This God has the real power—the power that comes with unconditional love. This God has the power to save us!

What does it mean to be a follower of this Jesus? Listen to the words of Jesus, “All who want to come after me must say no themselves, take up their cross, and follow me. All who want to save their lives will lose them. But all who lose their lives because of me and because of the good news will save them.” (verses 34b-35 CEB) Jesus has high expectations for us as well. He expects us to let go of our lives and give them over to God. That seems risky and we aren’t comfortable with some of the language Jesus uses, especially that part of carrying crosses.

I was coming of age in the late 1960’s and early 1970’s and it was common to hear people say that they were “trying to find themselves.,” or wanting to experience some level of self-discovery, and answer the question, “Who am I?” That’s not the wrong journey to travel, but the choices people made often led them away from the answer, not toward it. Jesus says we won’t find ourselves until we are willing to lose ourselves in God’s purposes, in something bigger than us, in service that takes beyond our selfish needs and motives.

When people are asked to describe a meaningful time in their lives, or to share about a life changing experience, listen to what they say. I’ve never heard anyone answer that question by talking about getting a promotion at work or winning an award. They almost always talk about a mission trip, building a Habitat House, mentoring children, feeding and housing the homeless neighbors, or serving the needs of the world in some important way.

At Grace UMC we sent several mission teams to Gulfport, Mississippi after Hurricane Katrina devastated the Gulf Coast. Our senior high youth went to New Orleans. I would meet these mission teams, often made up of young adult men and women who were taking vacation days to help someone else. We would pray together and then they would set out. They weren’t the same people when they returned at the end of the week. They had come face to face with suffering and with the people they were helping, people who had lost everything, including their hope for recovery. They had worked long days in dirty and uncomfortable surroundings, and they were profoundly changed by having given themselves in service to others. They were spiritually changed and renewed. And they understood what Jesus meant when he said, “All who lose their lives because of me and the good news will find them.”

Bishop Will Willimon shared a story from his days at Duke University. A representative from Teach America visited the campus to recruit talented college graduates to go into some of the nations worst public schools. This is Teach America’s method for transforming schools.

Willimon said, “One woman stood up in front of a large group of Duke students, a larger group than I would suppose would come out to this sort of thing, and said to them, ‘I can tell by looking at you that I have probably come to the wrong place. Somebody told me this was a BMW campus and I can believe it looking at you. Just looking at you, I can tell that all of you are a success. Why would you all be on this campus if you were not successful, if you were not going on to successful careers on Madison Avenue or Wall Street?’

‘And yet here I stand, hoping to talk somebody into giving away your life in the toughest job you will ever have. I am looking for people to go into the hollows of West Virginia, into the ghettos of South Los Angeles and teach in some of the most difficult schools in the world. Last year, two of our teachers were killed while on the job.’

‘And I can tell, just by looking at you, that none of you are interested in that. So go on to law school, or whatever successful thing you are planning on doing. But if by chance, just some of you happen to be interested, I’ve got some brochures here for you to tell you about Teach America. Meeting’s over.’”

Willimon said the whole group stood up, pushed into the aisles, pushed each other aside, ran down to the front, and fought over those brochures. He said he learned that evening that people want to be a part of something bigger than them selves; they want to be part of the adventure. (Pulpit Resource, Vol. 28, No. 3 p. 50)

We see this all the time around here—people who have let go of the control over their lives, giving their lives to God, and in the process, finding real life, and finding a deep and lasting relationship with God with this God of high expectations, this God, who has the power to save them. Let us join this great adventure with God!


Sermon transcript for September 9, 2012

“Compassion for the Desperate”
Mark 7:24-37
Belmont UMC—September 9, 2012
Ken Edwards, preaching

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One of the best scenes in movie history is a scene from the 1983, Terms of Endearment. Shirley Maclaine portrays Aurora Greenway, an over involved mother to her grown daughter. In the second half of the movie, Greenway’s daughter is diagnosed with cancer and toward the end of the movie she lays suffering from pain in a hospital bed. Aurora has asked several times for pain medication for her daughter, only to be told that they have to wait for the doctor’s orders and follow protocol. The pain continues and Maclaine’s character reaches a tipping point. She runs out of the room and confronts the nurses at their station and goes into a tirade of anger and compassion. The nurses are moved to action and quickly respond to the mother’s urgent and fiery demands.

Scenes like this, though not usually as dramatic, happen each day a few blocks from here at the Vanderbilt Children’s Hospital. I’ve been with parents who are worried and demanding because they want answers and help for a sick child. It’s what parents are supposed to do. Their responses are not always measured and patient, and I have watched doctors and nurses handle the parents’ anxiety and demands with tenderness and understanding.

In the Gospel text today there are two healing stories but the one that catches our attention, and the one that is a bit perplexing, is the first story. Geography is important in the Gospel of Mark and Mark reminds us earlier that Jesus has crossed the Lake, which means he is in Gentile territory. We know that there are Jews in the region and these Jews are economically oppressed and some wonder if these persons are the reason Jesus has crossed the Lake.

But in this place he encounters a Gentile woman who has a sick daughter. The woman begs Jesus to heal her daughter. Then we have this unusual exchange. Jesus said to her, “Let the children be fed first, for it is not fair to take the children’s food and throw it to dogs.” (The word, “dogs” is a derogatory reference to Gentiles.)  But the woman persists, “Sir, even the dogs under the table eat the children’s crumbs.” For that, Mark says, Jesus sent her home to find her daughter cured. Matthew tells us that it is the woman’s faith that surprises Jesus. I recently reflected on William Sloane Coffin’s statement about faith. He said, “I like the recklessness of faith. First you leap and then you grow wings.” (Credo, p. 7) This statement seems to describe the woman’s faith, which is reckless and unrelenting.

We don’t know how to understand this exchange. We try to over explain it to make Jesus look better in the story. It is possible that Jesus’ understanding of his mission across the Lake is to the suffering Jews. But it appears that the faith and prophetic wisdom of this woman radically reorients his understanding of his mission and vision. Dawn Wilhelm writes, “We do not sense the diminishment of Jesus’ power through this exchange but the expansion of it, as he blesses her heart’s desire and heals her daughter. However unsettling this exchange may be, its resolution reveals that God is not unchanging or unresponsive but compassionate and merciful.” (Feasting on the Word, Year B, Volume 4, Dawn Ottoni Wilhelm, p. 49) And after this encounter Jesus begins to widen the circle of ministry to include the Gentiles.

The other healing in this story is about a man who is deaf. Both stories are about persons who have reached the tipping point of desperation. Both stories reveal the wideness of God’s mercy toward all persons. Both of the healed persons have little status in their world. The little girl would have been thought of as a worthless, Gentile girl, with a demon, and the man who was deaf would have been looked upon with disdain and of little use to society. In these stories we see the great compassion of God, God who is able to see both of these persons as beloved children, just like you and me. In these stories we are reminded that status exists only in our minds, but never in the mind of God.

The Gospel lesson reminds us that there are many people in our world today who have reached the point of desperation. The stories call our attention to these persons, to look beyond our small, comfortable worlds and see the real human needs that exist all around us.

A call came to our home late one Saturday night. I’m not sure how the man got may home number but there he was on the other end of the line. His story sounded familiar, “Pastor, we are traveling through and we have run out of money. A truck driver paid for our motel room for the night, but our car is on empty and our children are hungry. They haven’t eaten all day. Can you help us?”  

As I said, it was late on Saturday night and I was getting ready for bed. I get up early on Sundays and I’m usually heading to bed by 10 PM. I explained to the man, “It’s late. Why don’t you come by the church tomorrow morning and I’ll see what I can do.”

But the man persisted, “I’m not asking for myself; my children are hungry and haven’t eaten all day. If we could have just a loaf of bread and some peanut butter, anything to feed my children; please, sir, please.”

I responded, “Okay, give me the name of the Motel and the room number. I’ll need an hour or so to pull things together.” I went to the grocery and bought two bags of things I thought children would like, milk, apples, peanut butter, bread, chips, breakfast bars, and brought some paper plates and plastic knives and forks from home. I went to the motel and knocked on the man’s room. A bedraggled looking man in old worn clothes came to the door and I introduced myself. He called into the room and 5 children, 5 stair steps of red hair, ages 5 to 12, came out on the sidewalk. I greeted them and handed the bags of groceries, explaining what they contained. The children’s mother came to the door to thank me. I invited the father to follow me to a gas station where I filled his tank with gas.

I never forgot that family. The father’s persistence on behalf of his children touched my heart and summoned compassion from within me. The family was on their way to Arkansas because someone told them that there were jobs in Arkansas. I hope they made it. I hope that they encountered other compassionate folks along the way.

And I hope we will get a mental picture of some of the people in our community who are at the point of desperation. I hope we can put aside the artificial boundaries of race, class, ethnicity, gender, age, physical condition, or sexual orientation, and see persons through the eyes of God’s wide compassion. The needs of the world cry out to the church and to other people of conscience and we cannot ignore them.

In each of these healing stories, the persons who are healed are dependent on someone else to advocate for them—the mother of the little girl and the friends of the man who is deaf. We are reminded of the church’s role of advocacy. We hear God’s call to stand beside those who have no standing in this world. We hear God’s call to speak up for those who are without voice. We hear the cries of the desperate.

Luke’s Gospel records two parables that are similar. I like to think that Jesus created those parables after his encounter with this Gentile woman. In one parable he imagines going to a friend’s house at midnight and asking for bread to feed company that has arrived unexpectedly. The friend refuses, insisting that his children are in bed and he’s locked the house for the night. The person persists and the friend relents and gives him what he wants. (Luke 11:5-8)

In another parable a widow keeps coming to a judge to demand justice. The judge is described as one “who neither feared God not had respect for people.” The judge wants to ignore the widow but finally gives in because she is so unrelenting in her demands. He says to himself, “I don’t fear God or respect people, but I will give this widow justice because she keeps bothering me. Otherwise, there will be no end to her coming here and embarrassing me.” (Luke 18:1-9, CEB)

Too often the church is timid. We knock on the doors timidly like we are afraid someone will hear us. But the world to which we are sent needs a church that is not afraid to show a little righteous indignation. God will be okay with that, especially when we are unrelenting in our concerns for others. Friends, the church better be pounding loudly on some doors and demanding justice.

Today, I want to encourage you to get a mental image of someone in our community who is waiting for us to advocate for them. They may be the poor, the homeless, the transient, the mentally ill, the immigrant, the older adult who is alone and afraid, the working poor who run out of money before the end of the month, or a child who needs attention and care. God is calling us to be advocates to those who are desperate. God is calling us to be as unrelenting as a parent seeking help and justice for our child.


Sermon transcript for September 2, 2012

“Blessed In Serving”
Belmont UMC—September 2, 2012
James 1:17-27
Ken Edwards, preaching

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“Blessed are those who study the perfect law of God, the law of freedom, and continue to do it. They don’t listen and then forget, but they put it into practice in their lives. They will be blessed in whatever they do.” ( James 1:25 CEB)

Serving churches for a number of decades has afforded me the blessing of encounters with many of God’s saints. These persons have enriched my life and nurtured me along on the path of discipleship. This experience has been continued in these 5-plus years at Belmont UMC.

All week I kept remembering my time at Westland UMC in Lebanon and my encounters with Ms. Gladys. She and her husband lived across the street from the church in a neat, small, white framed house. They had been charter members of the church that had started 30 years before my arrival. They were faithful and rarely missed anything happening at the church. When she was younger Ms. Gladys taught children and helped with Vacation Bible School and did pretty much anything that was asked of her. In her later years she had found other ways to serve the church.

Ms. Gladys became a widow one Saturday morning--I remember it well. I had joined the Men’s Group early on the front lawn on the church to plant new shrubs and trees and I was up to my knees in mud when I saw the ambulance pull into the driveway across from the church. I ran to the house and held onto Mrs. Gladys as the paramedics took her husband away. I drove her to the hospital and sat with her when the news came that he had not survived. Her sons lived in other states so I spent the next few days helping her make funeral plans. We sat her kitchen table and drank coffee, read the Psalms and prayed together.

One of Ms. Gladys’ favorite things to do was to make cakes and cookies and deliver them to people who were going through a rough time or young couples who had new babies at their house. She was always bringing me a treat to enjoy. It helped that we had two little boys who loved sweets. It helped that I ran several miles a day, also. One day I sat at her kitchen table drinking coffee when she served me an oversized piece of red velvet cake. I asked, “Are you not having any cake?” Her reply surprised me, “No, I’ve been a diabetic for years but I kept making the sweets because it makes me happy to give them to others and to see the appreciative looks on their faces.” Or in the words of James, “They put their faith into practice, and they will be blessed in whatever they do.”

Ms. Gladys loved the sanctuary of the church and she would come by each week and straighten the hymnals and Bibles and make sure there were prayer cards and offering envelopes at each seat. We used two different hymnals of two different colors and she loved to arrange things so that as one looked from the back of the sanctuary toward the chancel, everything was neat and uniform.  (We have volunteer who come in here each week to do the same thing.) Ms. Gladys would say, “We sure make a mess in here on Sunday morning.” One day I asked her if this weekly task was boring or tedious, and she said, “No. I love making everything ready for God to meet us here on Sunday.” Sometime during my last two years at the church Ms. Gladys had stroke. When she returned home from rehab, she had limited use of her left arm and she had to use a case to support herself. But she still came over every week to make the sanctuary ready for God to meet us on Sunday. (“Those who put their faith into practice will be blessed in whatever they do.”)

The letter of James is a practical letter about connecting our faith with our actions. There is some strong language about how our words can hurt or heal in chapter 3. And in today’s passage there is a reminder to “be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to grow angry.” James would be a good read for some campaign strategists. We are encouraged to think before we speak and today James would add, “Before you post something stupid on Facebook or Twitter.”

But the summary passage here is this, “You must be doers of the word and not hearers who mislead themselves.” (v. 22) Those who are hearers only are like people who look at themselves in a mirror and immediately forget what they look like. But the blessed ones are those who don’t forget and they put what they’ve seen and heard into practice. These are the people who are blessed.

I don’t think Ms. Gladys ever articulated these words about connecting faith and service; it was just second nature for her. She was a woman who was deeply in love with God and out of that love flowed this profound desire to do the right thing and to help others in any way she could. She embodied Wesley’s three simple rules: do no harm, do all the good you can, and stay in love with God.

Even after her stroke Ms. Gladys would still drive to the grocery every week to buy what she needed. She was determined to be independent. But she could not get the groceries out of the car and bring them into the house, so she reluctantly agreed to call me on grocery day to make sure I was in the office. When she returned home I would walk across the street, get her groceries out of the car and help her put them away. This also afforded us some time to drink coffee and visit at her table.

One day she showed me an estimate she had received to have her house painted. She said, “I can afford this, but I can’t afford to do this and give money to the church capital campaign.” We were raising money to build an addition to the church. I suggested that she get her house painted but she was not inclined to do so.

I was teaching the Young Adult Sunday School Class at church; I walked into class on Sunday morning and said, “How would all of you like to paint a house?” I laid out the plan and the next Saturday, 15-20 enthusiastic young adults showed up at Ms. Gladys’ house and by the end of the day, her house had a new coast of paint. We worked hard, ate lots of fried chicken and red velvet cake and invited Ms. Gladys to come out and see the end result. Ms. Gladys gave us a tearful thank you and she was a bit overwhelmed to be on the receiving end of service. One of the young women said, “This was hard work but it was good work. My heart is full of God and goodness today.”  Or in the words of James, “We put our faith into practice and we will be blessed in whatever we do.”



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