Monday, August 25, 2014

Sermon August 17: "My daughter is tormented . . ."



THE TENTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST
Year A, Lectionary 20
August 17, 2014
Isaiah 56:1, 6-8
Psalm 67
Matthew 15:21-28
Pastor David Tryggestad
Concordia Evangelical Lutheran Church
Duluth, Minnesota


Today we are challenged on at least three fronts: First, God speaks through the prophet Isaiah: “. . . for my house shall be called a house of prayer for all peoples” (Isaiah 56:7b); second by the song of our psalmist: “. . . let all the peoples praise you. . . . for you judge the peoples with equity . . .” (Psalm 67:5-6); and finally by a woman, a Canaanite, a foreigner, an outsider, with a little girl, challenging the boundaries.

Our First Reading from our prophet Isaiah is set around the time after the Exile in Babylon, when God’s people are returning to Israel, determined that such a catastrophe never happen to their people again. Some insisted on racial and religious purity, maintaining strict boundaries, while others preached inclusion. Which way to go? Purity and exclusion, or opening the doors of God’s sanctuary?

God speaks through the prophet: “My house shall be a house of prayer for all people!”

“Thus says the Lord: Maintain justice, and do what is right, for soon my salvation will come, and my deliverance be revealed. . . . for my house shall be called a house of prayer
for all peoples” (Isaiah 56:1, 7b).

Next, our psalmist sings how all the earth shares the blessings of God:

Let the peoples praise you, O God;
  let all the peoples praise you.
Let the nations be glad and sing for joy, 
  for you judge the peoples with equity 
  and guide all the nations on earth. (Psalm 67:5-6)

Finally, Jesus and his disciples are accosted by a desperate mother. Never mess with a desperate mother. We are shocked and confused by Jesus’ response: first he ignores her, then he says, “I was sent only to the lost sheep of the house of Israel” (meaning, only to Jews); finally he insults her: “It is not fair to take the children’s bread and to give it to the dogs.”

In her persistence, even acknowledging the insult: “Yes, but even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their master’s table,” Jesus is astonished at her faith, and assigns even greater faith to this foreign woman than to his own disciples. It seems the woman has opened up for Jesus a mission to the outsider, to the world.

In the late 1970s, Lynn and I and our children were blessed by the arrival of strangers from the other side of the world when a family of “boat people” from Vietman arrived at our doorstep: a family of five children and their parents. They had nothing. They were fleeing political oppression, and our congregation in Eau Claire was sponsoring them through Lutheran Immigration and Refugee Service. They stayed in our home the better part of a week while their apartment was being prepared.

We wanted to feed them a substantial, “typical American meal” for their first dinner in their new home of Eau Claire, so I grilled pork chops, a family favorite, on the Weber. We gathered them all around our table: the seven Vietnamese and Lynn and I and our (then) two children, and presented a platter with a dozen thick and juicy porkchops before them. As I served a pork chop to each of them, their eyes popped out of their heads. I wondered if they had ever seen such abundance on one table at one time.

Weeks later, when we were guests in their home at dinner, we experienced being satisfied with the equivalent of one pork chop for all eleven of us, the meat being served with lots of rice and vegetables. We were thrilled to see the children acclimate quickly to their new country, though we were sad to see them move to a more hospitable climate after a year or so.

Last Sunday’s Parade magazine featured a story about another Vietnamese family. The author is pictured in a photo as the smallest and youngest of eight children, along with their mother, their father not pictured. He writes:

In the summer of 1979 my family and I lay half-dead in a derelict fishing boat lost in the South China Sea. There were 83 other refugees aboard, all of us fleeing Vietnam, and after five days without food and water, some of the mothers began to consider the unthinkable: binding their babies’ arms with strips of cloth and slipping them into the sea.[1]

The author goes on:

Then, on our sixth day at sea, a miracle happened: We were spotted by a World Vision aid ship. The crew brought us to a refugee camp in Singapore, and a few months later, a Lutheran church in Fort Smith, Ark., sponsored my family’s move to the United States.

We arrived with nothing, unable to speak a word of English. . . .

About his siblings, he writes: “Together we hold six doctorates and five master’s degrees, from schools such as Harvard, Yale, Georgetown, the University of Pennsylvania, and NYU.”

Our psalmist for today sings, “The earth has brought forth its increase; God, our own God, has blessed us” (Psalm 67:6).

According to an online article by Forbes, 40% of the largest U.S. companies have been founded by immigrants or their children.[2]


The motivation for opening our doors is not self-interest, not because of the economic stimulus that results. Rather the motivation is embracing God’s vision and desire that all people share in the abundance God provides: “. . . for my house shall be called a house of prayer for all peoples.”

Our psalm for today, Psalm 67, has long been one of my favorites. When our only daughter, Maia, was baptized, I wanted to express my gratitude for such a blessing by setting Psalm 67 to music: Lynn and I were the vocal soloists, while Lynn’s sister, Lisa, played the flute and my sister, Mary, played French horn. At the time, we could not have imagined the profound struggles that this little bundle of joy would bring into the world, the struggles of mental illness and attendant behaviors and addictions. Her life has opened us to the struggles of so many of God’s people.

We have all been shaken and deeply grieved by the tragic suicide of Robin Williams, who has been open and transparent about his struggles. His willingness to share his struggles, which so many others bear in secret and in silence, has brought blessing to millions. After his death, his struggles with the onset of Parkinson’s disease has been made public. His wife has spoken on behalf of his family: “It is our hope in the wake of Robin’s tragic passing, that others will find the strength to seek the care and support they need to treat whatever battles they are facing so they may feel less afraid.”

“Have mercy on me, Lord, for my daughter is tormented by a demon.”

When the Canaanite woman approaches Jesus and his disciples, the disciples urge: “Send her away for she keeps shouting after us!”

“Send them away for they keep knocking at our borders!”

“I was sent only to the lost sheep of the house of Israel.”

“It is not fair to take the children’s bread and to throw it to the dogs.”

“Yes, Lord, but even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their master’s table.”

In the story of the Feeding of the 5000, not long before Jesus encounter with this woman, we read: “And all ate and were satisfied; and they took up what was leftover of the broken pieces, twelve baskets full.”

The world is filled with many broken pieces, many broken vessels, many broken hearts, longing to be brought in—brought into God’s heart, brought into our hearts. God’s vision of the world is incomplete without the presence of the broken pieces.

This past Wednesday 18 people gathered to view and discuss a video presentation, “The Three Most Rebellios Things Jesus Ever Did,” by Barbara Rossing, a teacher of New Testament from the Lutheran School of Theology in Chicago. She told a story of a man who laments: “I pray that Jesus will come into my heart, but the problem is that, when Jesus comes into my heart, he brings all of his friends with him!”

The Canaanite woman becomes one of Jesus’ friends. The boat people from Vietnam are Jesus’ friends. The refugees from the wars in Syria and Iraq are Jesus’ friends, even if they don’t call his name. The children at our borders are Jesus’ friends.

“I pray that Jesus will come into my heart, but the problem is that, when Jesus comes into my heart, he brings all of his friends with him!”

Thanks be to God!


     [1]Vinh Chung, “Drifting Toward Hope,” Parade, 10 August, 2014, 7.

     [2] http://www.forbes.com/sites/robertlenzner/2013/04/25/40-largest-u-s-companies-founded-by-immigrants-or-their-children/ (accessed August 15, 2014).

Saturday, August 16, 2014

“Have mercy on me, Lord, Son of David; my daughter is tormented by a demon.”



Saturday, August 16, 2014

Scripture

“Have mercy on me, Lord, Son of David; my daughter is tormented by a demon.” (Matthew 15:22)

Reflection

The woman appealing to Jesus is a Cannanite, a foreigner. The disciples want Jesus to get rid of her, and even Jesus himself spurns her: “I was sent only to the lost sheep of the house of Israel” [translation: “to Jews only”]. When she persists, Jesus insults her: “It is not fair to take the children’s food and throw it to the dogs.” We can hardly believe our ears!

The woman seems to acknowledge and even embrace the insult: “Yes, Lord, yet even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their masters’ table.” Jesus is astonished and exclaims, “Woman, great is your faith! Let it be done for you as you wish.”

It seems crumbs from the Lord’s table are enough! I’m reminded of the story of the “Feeding of the 5000,” in which all the broken pieces—the crumbs—are gathered up and fill twelve baskets.

Prayer

Lord Jesus, Even the crumbs that fall from your table are sufficient for us. Give us food from your table always. Amen.

Friday, August 15, 2014

May God be merciful to us and bless us; may the light of God's face shine upon us.



Friday, August 15, 2014

Scripture

May God be merciful to us and bless us; may the light of God's face shine upon us. (Psalm 67:1)


Reflection

This psalm has long been a favorite of mine!

When our daughter was baptized, I composed a setting of Psalm 67 for the occasion. Lynn and I were the vocalists, and Lynn’s sister played flute while my sister played French horn. Many years later, when First Lutheran Church in Duluth was celebrating its centennial, I was commissioned to write an anthem to this same psalm, which had been chosen as their anniversary verse. Then it became a large work for mixed choir, children’s choir, handbell choir, oboe, and organ.

Psalm 67 is a song of thanksgiving for the blessings that God has poured out upon us. While the context is that of harvest, it sings beyond its context to the many and various ways God has blessed us.

While the psalm gives thanks to God for blessings in the past, the last verse is a prayer that God continue to shower down blessing and that we respond with praise: “May God give us blessing, and may all the ends of the earth stand in awe.”   

Prayer

Gracious God, May you give us blessing, and may all the ends of the earth stand in awe of you. In Jesus’ name. Amen.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Commemorations: Kaj Munk and Maximilian Kolbe



Thursday, August 14, 2014

Commemorations

Kaj Munk, Martyr, d. 1944
Maximilian Kolbe, Priest, Martyr, d. 1941

Reflection

Kaj Munk, Danish pastor, learned from his teacher in Copenhagen, Søren Kierkegaard, that the truths of Christianity can only be realized in action. After ordination, he was assigned to the parish of Vedersø, one of the smallest in Denmark, where he was greatly loved. He was also a playwright and employed his gifts to stage works critical of the Nazis. He wrote, “The cross is our flag—it is long since we realized that it stands for something . . . We thought we were Christians when we sat in Church and sang Amen. But No, No! We are Christians only when we go out into the world and say No to the devil, renounce all his works and all his ways, and say Yes to the Holy Spirit.” He was shot through the head by the Nazis January 4, 1944, with his Bible not far from his body.

Maximilian Kolbe was a Polish Roman Catholic priest of the Franciscan Order. He taught Church history in seminary and built a friary west of Warsaw that eventually housed 762 Franciscans and later sheltered 3000 Poles and 1500 Jews after the Nazi invasion of 1939. In 1941 he was taken to Auschwitz, where he continued priestly work “under the radar.” After a man escaped from Kolbe’s bunker, ten prisoners were chosen at random to die, one a married man with a family. Kolbe volunteered to take his place.

Prayer

God of peace, You lift up servants in every age to defy the forces of evil and to live out the truth of your Gospel. Inspire us by the witness of Kaj Munk and Maximilian Kolbe to be faithful followers of our Lord. In Jesus’ name. Amen.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Commemorations: Florence Nightingale and Clara Maass



Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Commemorations

Florence Nightingale, d. 1910
Clara Maass, d. 1901
Renewers of Society

Reflection

Florence Nightingale, “the lady with the lamp,” was born well-to-do and shocked her family in deciding to be a nurse. She trained at Kaiserwerth, Germany, with a Lutheran order of deaconesses, and returned to her native England and worked to reform hospitals and workhouses there. Nightingale led a group of 38 nurses to serve in the Crimean War, working in appalling conditions. She returned to London as a hero and resumed her work there. She wrote, “. . . go your way straight to God’s work, in simplicity and singleness of heart.” The headstone on the grave reads simply, “F.N. Born 1820. Died 1910.”

Clara Maass was born in New Jersey and served as a nurse in the Spanish-American War, where she encountered yellow fever, which killed more soldiers than battle. She later responded to a call for subjects in research on yellow fever. During the experiments, which included receiving bites from mosquitoes, she contracted the disease and died at age 25.

The commemoration of these women invites the church to give thanks for all who practice the arts of healing.

Prayer

God of compassion, Thank you for your gifts of healing and for your servants, Florence and Clara. Lead us by their examples of courageous service to give hope to the hopeless, love to the unloved, and peace to the dying. In Jesus’ name. Amen.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

. . . for my house shall be called a house of prayer for all peoples.



Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Scripture

. . . for my house shall be called a house of prayer for all peoples. (Isaiah 56:7b)

Reflection

Last week a young man slipped into the back pew of the sanctuary during worship; I had never seen him before. After worship, he greeted me and asked if he could talk privately with me. He was new in town, was driving by, saw our rather full parking lot, and decided to come in. His soul was troubled and he was looking for direction.

God’s words through the prophet Isaiah still challenge us in the church. Are we a place where all are welcome? Do we go out of our way to welcome the stranger? When I see first-time visitors, I wonder how many of our folks have taken the initiative to greet them. When they do not come back for a second visit, I wonder if we have let them down without knowing.

It’s all too easy for the church to become a “club” of folks who know each other well. While it’s always good to see friends and to visit with them every Sunday, I wonder if we’re neglecting the guest in our midst.

Every once in a while, someone suggests that we have designated “greeters.” While the sentiment is good, I wonder if it takes the responsibility off the rest of us to welcome the stranger in our midst. We just might be welcoming angels in our midst! Or Jesus himself!


Prayer

Gracious God, Inspire and embolden us to welcome all people who seek your vision, that your house should be a house of prayer for all peoples. In Jesus’ name. Amen.

Monday, August 11, 2014

Sermon August 10, 2014 "Peace Like a River"



THE NINTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST
Year A, Lectionary 19
August 10, 2014
1 Kings 19:9-18
Psalm 85:8-13
Matthew 14:22-33
Pastor David Tryggestad
Concordia Evangelical Lutheran Church
Duluth, Minnesota

Our prophet Elijah had just come from one of the most spectacular of all stories in the Old Testament. He had proposed a contest to determine which god was the true God: the Canaanite fertility god Baal or the God of Israel. King Ahab and his fiery Queen Jezebel had assembled 400 prophets of their patron god Baal to dance and chant around an altar, frantically cajoling and exhorting their god to send fire from heaven. Nothing came of it. They cried out, “O Baal, answer us!” But nothing came. In desperation they began cutting themselves with swords and lances. They carried on from morning until almost sunset. Nothing came. Then it was Elijah’s turn, with no one else but himself, pouring 12 large stone jars of water over his altar. Then he appealed to the God of Israel to show all those assembled that Yahweh, the God of Israel, was the only true God. Fire from heaven rushed down and consumed the altar, the water, and even the dust of the earth. Elijah himself slew all 400 prophets of Baal. When you go to Mount Carmel, you will see a large statue of our prophet wielding a sword above his head.

Our prophet Elijah had just come from one of the most spectacular of all stories in the Old Testament. The next thing we know, he is running for his life. Fiery Queen Jezezel is not happy with our prophet Elijah and has vowed to kill him. So Elijah runs to Mount Horeb, otherwise known as Mount Sinai, where God had given Moses the Ten Commandments some four hundred years before. Elijah wants to appeal to God for divine protection, protesting that he and he alone is left who still worships the God of Israel, and that all others have forsaken their faith. Elijah seems to be having a bit of a “pity party” and he wants God to “hold his hand.” No doubt, Elijah is expecting that God would communicate to him in some quite spectacular way. God does indeed communicate with Elijah, but not in a way Elijah might wish for. There was a great wind, so strong that it was splitting mountains and breaking rocks in pieces, but God was not in the wind; and after the wind an earthquake, but God was not in the earthquake, and after the earthquake a fire, but God was not in the fire. I wonder if Elijah was confused and even a bit miffed. God had sent spectacular fire from heaven just days before; where is God now?! But God is a God of surprises: “. . . and after the fire a sound of sheer silence.”

The world was shocked to learn, after her death, that Mother Teresa for forty years had heard only silence from God in her prayers and that she did not feel God in her heart. We marvel that she carried on with her mission work in faith, despite her sense of God’s silence. No doubt, Mother Teresa could identify with Elijah in the experience of “the sound of sheer silence.”

What do you expect when you go to God in prayer? Do you expect some kind of sign? How often do we appeal to God for answers and seem to hear only silence?

Our psalmist is listening intently for God to speak. Our psalmist sings, “I will listen to what the Lord God is saying . . .”

How do you tune your ears to hear God speak?

I will return to our psalmist.

If there is a rating scale for fear like there is for pain when you go to the doctor, no doubt the disciples in the boat would be somewhere around a ten: intolerable! Probably around the same place our prophet Elijah had been as he was running for his life. Seasoned fishermen as some of the disciples were, they had been in the boat all night with the waves battering them, driving them away from the shore, until somewhere between three and six o’clock in the morning. They were terrified. It seems ironic to me that they are terrified, as they had just the day before witnessed Jesus feed 5000 men, besides women and children, with only five loaves and two fish.

It seems the same kind of irony in Elijah running in fear for his life after just having called fire from heaven and killing 400 prophets of Baal with his own hands.

But the disciples cry out in fear when they see Jesus walking toward them on the water: “It is a ghost!” Jesus reassures them, “Take heart, it is I; do not be afraid.”

Peter begins to walk out on the water to Jesus at his invitation, but when he notices the strong wind of the storm, he becomes frightened all over again and begin to sink, crying out, “Lord, save me!”

When Peter takes his eyes off Jesus and rather focuses his attention on the storm raging about him, he begins to sink into his own fear.

Horatio Spafford was a prominent lawyer in Chicago in the 1860s and 70s. He and his wife, Anna, were strong supporters of Dwight L. Moody, the famous preacher and evangelist, founder of the Moody Bible Institute. Tragedy struck the couple when their only son died of scarlet fever at age four. A year later, the Chicago Fire destroyed all of his investment properties. Two years later, the Spaffords planned to sail with their four daughters from New York to England to join Moody on one of his preaching missions. Horatio was called back to Chicago on business, and his wife and daughters set sail, Horatio planning to join them later. Nine days later, he received a telegram from his wife in Wales: “Saved alone.” Their ship had collided with another at sea and sank in only twelve minutes, claiming the lives of 226 people, including all of the Spafford daughters.  Anna’s last memory was of her baby being violently torn from her arms by the force of the waters. She survived because a floating piece of debris buoyed up her unconscious body. After she was rescued, she heard a voice speak, “You were spared for a purpose.”

I will return to the story.

Let’s go back to our psalmist: “I will listen to what the Lord God is saying . . .” Our psalmist goes on, singing to God: “for you speak peace to your faithful people and to those who turn their hearts to you.”

Our psalmist insists that God speaks peace to us.

A letter to the editor in yesterday’s Duluth News Tribune railed against those who use their “holy book” to justify violence and domination.[1] He writes, “How splendid it must be to know God favors your race over other races and intends for you to conquer them and to know He smiles when you kill, displace or imprison the inferior races who are unworthy of the land on which they live.”

We acknowledge the painful truth that the Bible has often been misused and abused to justify violence. At the same time, we see right now in Iraq and Iran the violence perpetrated by ISIS, which claims to represent the true Muslim religion.

The writer of the editorial goes on: “And all the superior races want then is peace: Because conquerors always want peace.”

Let’s return to our psalm: “I will listen to what the Lord God is saying, for you speak peace to your faithful people and to those who turn their hearts to you.” Our psalmist goes on: “. . . righteousness and peace have kissed each other.” Another translation of “righteousness” is “justice”: “justice and peace have kissed each other.”

Our psalmist insists that there is no peace without justice. The writer of the letter to the editor is correct in his assertion that those who subjugate others want peace, but they maintain that peace with violence or threats of violence.

This is not the peace that God has in mind. The peace that God would have us enjoy is available only when we practice justice. Justice includes right relationships with our neighbors near and far. Peace is not the absence of violence; rather, peace is right relationships.

In addition to the social or communal peace, there is also the “peace that passes all understanding” that the Christian can experience within the heart. This is the peace that prevails despite all outward circumstances, despite the storms that swirl around us. It is the peace of the “still small voice” within us.

I want to return to the story of Horatio Spafford. On learning of the sinking of the ship that claimed the lives of all four daughters, Spafford sailed to England to join his wife as soon as possible. When the captain of his ship told him that they had come to the approximate place where his daughters had lost their lives in waters three miles deep, Horatio went to his cabin and penned the lyrics to the hymn that has become famous:

When peace like a river attendeth my way,
when sorrows like sea billows roll,
whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,
it is well, it is well with my soul.

We can trust that as those victims struggled for life in the raging waters, Jesus was there, reaching out his hand, saying, “Take heart, it is I; do not be afraid.”

Thanks be to God!




     [1]David A. Sorensen, “History’s Wars Fueled by Divine Guidance,” Duluth News Tribune, 9 August, 2014, 7A.

Commemoration: Clare, Abbess of San Damiano, d. 1253



Monday, August 11, 2014

Commemoration

Clare, Abbess of San Damiano, d. 1253

Reflection

At age 18, Clare of Assisi heard Francis preach, and from that time, she determined to follow his example of Christian living. With Francis’ help (and against the wishes of her father) she and a growing number of companions established a women’s Franciscan community, called the Order of Poor Ladies, or Poor Clares. She became a confidante and advisor to Francis, and in standing up against the wishes of popes for the sake of maintaining complete poverty, she helped inspire other women to pursue spiritual goals.

Prayer

Gracious God, Thank you for the life and witness of your servant, Clare, who continues to inspire us to seek your will above all things. Let your light, which shone so brightly through her, illumine our path and shine through us. In Jesus’ name. Amen.

Thursday, August 7, 2014

“Take heart, it is I; do not be afraid.”



Thursday, August 7, 2014

Scripture

“Take heart, it is I; do not be afraid.” (Matthew 14:27b)

Reflection

According to the Gospel writer Matthew’s chronology, immediately after the “Feeding of the 5000,” the disciples are in a boat on the sea while Jesus has gone off to pray. A fierce wind comes up and the waves “batter” their small boat. As night turns past midnight, they see Jesus walking toward them on the sea, but they think he is a ghost (what would you think?). They are terrified. Jesus reassures them with our verse for today.

I wonder how often we mistake God’s presence in our lives for something fearful, something to be dreaded. I wonder if we totally miss God’s presence in our paralysis of fear.
 
Prayer

Dearest Lord Jesus, Speak your words of assurance to our fearful hearts. Amen.

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

“How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!”



Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Scripture

“How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!” (Romans 10:15b)

Reflection

I hear the beautiful soprano aria from Handel’s Messiah singing these words! At my ordination into the ministry of Word and Sacrament, my father and step-mother gave me a matted and framed calligraphy of this verse. Obviously, they had never noticed my feet!

The Apostle Paul is quoting the prophet Isaiah. Paul insists that the word of God needs to be proclaimed and that the church is sent into the world for that purpose. Paul’s question is just as urgent now as it was then: “But how are they to believe in one of whom they have never heard?” (vs. 14b). In light of the reflection from Tuesday, we might wonder if what the world has heard is only violence and judgment. To preach Christ is to preach love and peace. Such a message is irresistible, it seems to me. Then, perhaps, the “feet” of those who proclaim are indeed beautiful.

Prayer

Gracious God, Send us out, as you did Isaiah and Paul before us, with the Good News of your love and peace. In Jesus’ name. Amen.

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

"I will listen to what the Lord God is saying."



Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Scripture

I will listen to what the Lord God is saying. (Psalm 85:8a)

Reflection

Our Scripture for today serves as the appointed antiphon (refrain) for the singing of the psalm. It seems to be a response to Elijah’s demand for an audience with God (see Monday’s reflection).

How is it that so many who claim to hear God and to speak for God usher in violence? Our psalmist insists that those who truly hear God will hear of God’s desire for peace. Listen to the rest of the verse: “I will listen to what the Lord God is saying; for you speak peace to your faithful people and to those who turn their hearts to you.” In case we missed it, the psalmist sings one of the loveliest of all verses in the psalter: “Steadfast love and faithfulness have met together; righteousness and peace have kissed each other” (vs. 10).

During these very dangerous and violent days, we need to keep singing this psalm!

Prayer

Gracious God, You sing peace to your people. May we all listen intently to what you are singing! In Jesus’ name. Amen.

Monday, August 4, 2014

Sermon August 3: "You Open Wide Your Hand . . ."

THE EIGHTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST
Year A, Lectionary 18
August 3, 2014
Isaiah 55:1-5
Psalm 145:8-9, 14-21
Matthew 14:13-21
Pastor David Tryggestad
Concordia Evangelical Lutheran Church
Duluth, Minnesota

You open wide your hand and satisfy the desire of every living thing. (Psalm 145:16)

I was at Camp Hiawatha for two days this past week. Every meal at camp is a feast, always with lots of homemade food. Breakfast Thursday included two kinds of homemade breads: banana and pumpkin. Every meal at camp is well-balanced, with lots of variety, fresh fruits and vegetables, and options for those with food allergies of various kinds. No one goes hungry at camp; there is always enough to satisfy every appetite. Both Camp Vermilion and Camp Hiawatha are intentional about living into and out of God’s intention that all should have enough.

You open wide your hand and satisfy the desire of every living thing.

After worship on Thursday morning, the adults—moms and dads and grandmas and grandpas—gathered for conversation while all the children went with the counselors for Bible study. We talked about the story of the Feeding of the Five Thousand, and we noted an interesting detail in the text: all the people in the crowd ate until they were filled. I compared Matthew’s version of the story with the same story as told by the Gospel writer, John, where it says that they ate until they were satisfied (John 6:12a). They ate until they were satisfied. Curious, I went to the original Greek, with the help of a lexicon, and found that the word Matthew uses is most often translated satisfied, that satisfied is closer to the original language.

I’m wondering if there is a difference.

One participant in the conversation, a teacher, observed that a co-teacher always asks the children at lunch if they are satisfied—not if they are full.  How different might our appetites be if we ate until we are satisfied rather until we are full?

Another participant offered that in a counseling situation he was facilitating, a man wanted to divorce his wife—he was no longer satisfied with her. He asked him what it would take to satisfy him. The husband could not answer the question. The counselor wondered if anyone or anything could satisfy him; he wondered if nothing could satisfy.

You open wide your hand and satisfy the desire of every living thing.

Two weeks ago some of our high school youth traveled to Chanhassen to participate in a mission event with “Feed My Starving Children,” an organization that sends nutritious food packets to 70 countries around the world. Their vision is: With God’s help, “Feed My Starving Children” will strive to eliminate starvation in children throughout the world by helping to instill compassion in people to hear and respond to the cries of those in need.

After watching a video about the mission of the organization, we all went in into another large room that had stations assembly-line fashion. Each person took a designated position to make the operation efficient and precise. One person each measured the precise amount of powdered vitamins, powdered vegetables, rice, and soy. Another held the bag under the pour spout and weighed the total of ingredients. The next person sealed each bag, and the next counted and boxed each bag: 32 bags per box. Each bag, once boiled in water, contains six one-cup servings. Our group completed 37 boxes during our shift of about 90 minutes. Before leaving, we were invited to gather around the pallat of food: 37 boxes, each with 32 packets, each packet enough for six servings, totaling 7104 servings. After being informed that our food would be shipped to Nicaragua, we were asked if someone in our group would pray over the food. A large extended family spontaneously volunteered the matriarch, the great-grandmother, who stepped forward to offer a beautiful prayer of blessing on the food and on those who would receive it.

You open wide your hand and satisfy the desire of every living thing.

In last Sunday’s Duluth News Tribune, Beverly Godfrey offered a column entitled “My Kind of Problems,” with the theme of “First World Problems,” borrowing the title from a recent video from comedic singer “Weird Al” Yankovic. One of the First World Problems Godfrey identifies is not having enough room in her refrigerator:

Have you ever bought too much food to fit into your fridge? I’ve never taken a moment to be thankful for the abundance of food when that happens because I’m too busy being annoyed. “We need to have frozen pizzas for dinner tonight because I bought too many.” Ever said something like that?[1]

You open wide your hand and satisfy the desire of every living thing.

On the Sunday following Grandma’s Marathon, I talked about Scottish runner Eric Liddell, who made international headlines during the 1924 Olympics, when he refused to run the 100 meter race, for which he was the favorite, because it was scheduled for Sunday. He refused to break his understanding of the commandment, “Remember the Sabbath Day to keep it holy.” After winning the 400 meter race later in the week, Eric went on to become a missionary to China. When WWII broke out and the Japanese controlled China, Liddell was imprisoned in Shantung Compound with 2000 other internationals representing many countries that were considered enemies of Japan. Some two years later, living on a virtual starvation diet, and the population of the camp was around 1500, a large shipment of care packages arrived from the American Red Cross, each package containing many varieties of foods and other goods. The Japanese leadership decided that each of the inmates would receive a box for themselves, even the many children and young people, and, since there were more boxes than inmates, each American would receive one and one-half boxes. Some of the Americans protested that, since the care packages had come from the American Red Cross, only American should receive the boxes. Since the Americans numbered around 200, that would mean that each American would receive seven and one-half boxes and the rest of the inmates nothing at all. This caused a great stir in the camp, and a handful of Americans got together to devise a plan to persuade the American inmates to abide by the Japanese leadership decision, each person of the group going one-on-one to various of the Americans who held influence over the others. When this small group came back together, they shared with each other the very disturbing news that their efforts to share had failed. The overwhelming majority of Americans insisted that all of the care packages belonged to the Americans alone. If individuals wanted to share from their seven and one-half boxes, that was their decision. The Japanese leadership at the camp petitioned Tokyo, and the decision from the top military brass was that each person in the camp would receive one care package, even the Americans, and the remaining boxes would be sent to another camp.

You open wide your hand and satisfy the desire of every living thing.

When the disciples come to Jesus, suggesting that he send the crowds away so that they can buy food, Jesus replies, “They need not go away; you give them something to eat” (Matthew 14:16). The motto for the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America (ELCA) is “God’s work. Our hands.” If God uses our hands, I wonder if our hands need to open in order for God’s hands to open. When the psalmist sings, “You open wide your hands . . .
” I wonder if it is necessary for our hands to open. Of, if our hands will not open, I wonder if God might choose other hands to do God’s work.

Another interesting detail in our Gospel is that, after blessing the loaves and the fish, Jesus gives them to the disciples to distribute to the people. Our Lord graciously and generously provides for our every need. Our Lord invites us to open our hands and to share what we have been given.

You open wide your hand and satisfy the desire of every living thing.


     [1]Beverly Godfrey, “My Kind of Problems,” Duluth News Tribune, 27 July, 2014, D1.

". . . and after the fire a sound of sheer silence."



Monday, August 4, 2014

Scripture

. . . and after the fire a sound of sheer silence. (1 Kings 19:12b)

Reflection

Elijah had run as fast as he could to Mount Horeb to force an audience with God. Evidently he needed assurance that God’s call and claim on his life was still valid. Never mind that he had just called fire from heaven to put to shame 400 prophets of Baal and to subsequently slay them. Queen Jezebel was furious for this humiliation the and annihilation of her pet prophets and threatened Elijah’s life. Despite the divine fireworks, Elijah was shaking in his boots from the threat from this treacherous woman.

On the mountain, God refused to deliver as Elijah had hoped. While there was indeed a great wind, an earthquake and fire, God was in none of them. It seems even such a great man of God as Elijah could not force God’s hand! All Elijah got out of all of this was the sound of “sheer silence.”

Sometimes it seems like we’re in Elijah’s shoes. The good news, for Elijah and for us, is that God reiterated Elijah’s role as prophet and gave him his marching orders.
  
Prayer

Gracious God, Forgive our attempts to persuade you to “show yourself” as we would dictate. Tune our ears to hear you speak, even in silence. In Jesus’ name. Amen.