Robert Jenson once said, “It is a great achievement to know yourself a sinner.” It sounds paradoxical, but to know you’re a sinner puts you (and me) in a place to really listen to what Jesus is saying. Hence the parable of the publican and the pharisee. The dirty rotten scoundrel of a tax collector leaves worship justified, rather than the do-gooding religious adherent, because only he is able to confess that he is a sinner. 
	
It’s not easy to receive this sermon from Jesus (particularly the woes) but somebody has to say such things. One must really know the people to which these words are delivered lest we leave thinking the preacher is talking about other people. 
	
Bashing people with the law achieves nothing unless the one preaching is the One who comes to fulfill the Law. 
	
Martin Luther reminds us that “God receives none but those who are forsaken, restores health to none but those who are sick, gives sight to none but the blind, and life to none but the dead. God does not give saintliness to any but sinners, nor wisdom to any but fools. In short: God has mercy on none but the wretched and gives grace to none but those who are in disgrace.”

The Teaching

Idolatry is real and it is more destructive than anything we can imagine. 

Idolatry is believing that social media is actually social when it fact is is constantly tearing us apart.

Idolatry is believing the number at the bottom of our bank statements is indicative of our true worth and value in the world.

Idolatry is believing that if our kids get on the right team, or the right score on a test, or into the right college everything will finally be forever perfect.

Idolatry is believing that the names on our bumper stickers are more important and determinate than our relationship with people who happen to have a different name on their bumper sticker.

Idolatry is believing we can know everything we ever need to know about another person by what type of music they listen to.

And God says, “I am tearing down your idols, I’m busting them up into a million tiny little pieces. Nothing can ever get between us.”

Faith in the Lord is a crazy thing. Keep at it long enough, keep singing these songs and praying these prayers, and all the sudden the idols don’t wield the power they once held over us.

Faith is the antidote to idolatry.

Faith, the faith gifted to us by and through the church, will keep us from putting all of our hope and effort in things that just aren’t up to the task.

Faith teaches us to cherish and build and rejoice in small things.

Faith, which is just another word for trust, tastes like raspberries and cream, it sounds like Bach’s cello suite No.1 in G major, it looks like the stars stretched across the night sky, it smells like freshly baked chocolate brownies, it feels like someone holding our hand when we don’t have anything else to hold onto.


Praise Is Awe Leaving The Body

There’s only once church that matters, and it’s not a church that’s wealthy, or powerful, or prestigious, or bursting at the seems, or filled with acclaim.

The only church that matters is a church that looks like Jesus.

Jesus, the tiny vulnerable baby who is totally dependent on others. 

Jesus, the young child ready to challenge the status quo of those who have lingered too long in the temples of yesterday. 

Jesus, the faithful one who spurns the temptations of the devil in the desert days of life. 

Jesus, the story teller re-narrating the reality of existence.

Jesus, the embracer of the last, least, lost, little, and dead.

Jesus, the friend who stays with those who abandon him even to the very end.

Jesus, the forgiver of those who do not know what they are doing.

Jesus, the resurrected, who returns, reconciles, and receives everyone.
	
The Spirit is poured out among us, working in and through us, giving us everything we need to look like Jesus.

The Early Church

One day, in the city of David, shadows darken as a cross is raised. Upon which is nailed the last king to come from the line of David. What does God do with us sinners gathering at the foot of the cross? What does God do with us Davids who take and break and sin and suffer?

My sin, oh the bliss, of this glorious thought, my sin not in part but the whole, is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more; praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

The cross is a sign of truth. It is a sign of our sin, our shortcomings, our situation. And the cross sets us free. But not before shaking us to the core, not before confronting us with the truth.

The Slippery Slope of Sin

Elijah climbs the mountain on a hope and a prayer, looking for a theophany. He comes looking for fire, wind, smoke, and earthquake, a decisive declaration of the divine. But he discovers the truth is a cave. Elijah is met by God in the silence.

Elijah delivers more fireworks than all of the other prophets put together, but maybe God speaks in silence to Elijah because Elijah needs to know, needs to learn, that God’s always speaking and always with him.

Even when God seems silent.

Perhaps that’s the reminder for us today as well...

The Truth Is A Cave

When healing comes, its usually quiet and unexpected and surprising. Sometimes it requires a crack in the sidewalk before the root of healing can take hold. But when it does, it is the difference that makes all the difference in the world. 

The Surprise of Salvation

It’s not too late to change your mind
It’s not too late for the truth this time
It’s not too late to fall on your knees
It’s not to late for apologies

It’s not too late to come clean
To face all the fallout that there might be
And it’s not too late to understand
Grace is more than a concept to believe in
It’s something more real than your beating heart
And it runs to the depths of where you are
It follows you there retracing your steps
Whispering over and over again

That it’s not too late, it’s not too late, it’s not too late.

- Andy Gullahorn

The Story of Starting Over

Hosea’s life becomes the parable of his preaching.

Gomer, Hosea’s wife, mother of his three oddly named children, whom he loves and cherishes, is not faithful to him. Her adultery is not something hidden away, it’s a known element among the whole community. And so Hosea does as the law commands, he sends her away. 

The prophet Hosea thus meditates on what it’s like to lose a partner, to have a promise broken. He begins to enter into God’s own pain and suffering and anguish. 

Hosea is what we call a minor prophet, but his book is major among the minors. Its the longest, the most detailed, and the most vivid.

He speaks of bitterness, anguish, and even wrath. Not just God’s, but his own!

But then, wonder of wonders, the humiliated husband, the pathetic prophet, goes out in search of the lost love of his life. And he goes not to bring retribution, but instead he brings redemption. 

He finds Gomer among the last, least, lost, little, and dead, he saves her from destitution, brings her back to his own home (in violation of the law by the way), and recommits to the marriage. 

The one who names his children for the community to bear witness, now bears witness himself to the power of God’s grace. Hosea’s home becomes a place of grace.

Like any good gossip it spreads fast, and the message is there for everyone to see: God’s love is invincible and unconquerable. God’s faithfulness to God’s people is stronger than unfaithfulness. God’s grace goes after and redeems the beloved.

Hosea, on behalf of God, says, “I will woo her, I will find the her in the wilderness and bring her comfort.” The her in question is both Gomer and Israel. It's a parabolic prophetic proclamation.


The Place of Grace

The prodigal perfectly proclaims the paradox of the gospel: Jesus dies and is resurrected for us whether we deserve it or not. Like the younger brother, we don’t even have to apologize before our heavenly Father is tackling us in the streets of life with love. And like the older brother, we don’t have to do anything to earn an invitation to the party, save for leaving our judgments and self-righteousness behind. 

Contrary to how we might imagine it, or even experience it, the whole ministry of Jesus isn’t dependent on our deservings, or our abilities, or our morality, or our faithfulness. Instead, it’s all about the God of the good time who is just dying, literally, to share it with us.


The Relief From Deserving

All of us have some moment we would redo if given the chance, some past decision or action or utterance that we would take back if we could. 

Our pasts exert pressure on us in the present. Sure, we can become very good at moving on or pretending we’ve moved on, but the truth of us, what we’ve done or left undone, never really leaves us. Regret is real. Which is why forgiveness is so important. 

Forgiveness is the only thing that frees us and relieves us from the burden of not just who were were, but also who we are.

The Relief From Regret

Salvation has personal, domestic, social, economic, and theological dimensions. Salvation, in the New Testament, is the same word for health and well-being. There’s more than just heaven at stake here. Or, perhaps better but, heaven is at stake here and now. 

Jesus says salvation has come to Zacchaeus’ house because he, himself, is salvation in the flesh. He is wholeness and saving and everything else. He has a resurrecting effect on the bodies of those who just happen to be near by. Jesus raises Zacchaeus up from his dead life into a completely new existence. He moves him from reject to elect.

And, again, Jesus loves to hang out with the rejects. Jesus loves dead ends, dead beats, and people we wouldn’t be caught dead with because Jesus is the one who makes a way where there is no way.

Which is why Jesus can be so irritating at times. Shouldn’t he know better than to hang out with a dirty rotten tax collector? Who’s next? Lawyers? Politicians? Preachers?

The story of Jesus and Zacchaeus is a reminder that, as John Wesley put it, “There are few matters more repugnant to reasonable people than the grace of God.”

The Relief From Rejection

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